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I Got the DD's (gender swap) parts 1- 3
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Subject: TG REPOST: "I got the DD's part 1-3" (Magic Trans Breast)
Date: Sun Jun 18 22:46:57 1995
This is a story of trading places. A husband and wife actually trade
identities. Through the power of the occult a body transfer occurs. She
becomes he, male with all of the masculine equipment therein. And he
occupies her female form, complete with all of it's curvy protrudences.
This is turnabout at it's best, or worst, depending on how you look at it.
For the husband, it is a nightmare. A strong, aggressive, male is suddenly
thrust into a weak, vulnerable, female life. The wife however, enjoys the
power and strength of her new position as the male husband...
My name was Howard Barker and my wife was Jane. We both worked for
Wade Sigler & Con. I was a cost accountant and Jane worked as a
receptionist in the main office. Married three years we didn't have any
children. I was 22 and Jane was 20 years old. We had married right out of
high school.
Jane was very good looking. At just over five feet tall and around
105 pounds she was a knock-out. A shapely, seductive blonde with a well
muscled compact little figure. Jane was athletic, she jogged, took dance
lessons, and worked out regularly at the spa. She was in very good physical
condition.
I was in rather good shape also. Six feet two inches tall and 190
pounds, I was an equally good physical specimen. I played tennis and
racquet ball twice a week. Always careful of my diet I could boast a lean,
vigorous body.
I guess the problem was me from the very beginning of our marriage. I
liked to have Jane dress in seductive, bizarre, clothes that showed off her
figure. Jane's figure was perfection in every respect except for her
disappointingly small breasts. Because of her small breasts I made her wear
padding in her bras. I wanted her to be sexy, to have other men look at her
and want her, this did something for my ego. i insisted that she wear high
heels, short skirts, tight pants and all the kinds of attire that men find
alluring.
We had arguments about her clothes and how she dressed. She didn't
like being looked at constantly, but to please me she wore tight, seductive
outfits that showed off her rounded hips, pert little ass, and tiny waist.
It was because of my wanting a sexy wife that I pressed her to have
something done about her small bosom. She put off suggestions or attempts
on my part to change her bust size. She would say, "Howard, if you were
such a big boob-man why did you marry me? I'm not any smaller now than I
was when we were going together." She had me there, I didn't know why I was
so eager for her to have bigger tits, but I was, and I finally drug her
down to consult a plastic surgeon for breast augmentation surgery.
At first, jane refused. She didn't want big tits. "I'm big enough to
suit me. Who wants all that flesh hanging on the front of them? Not me!"
she said. But because I insisted and because she loved me she agreed to
have the surgery provided that the implants were no bigger than the B cup
size her padded bras were now and that the doctor could guarantee that it
would not be dangerous to her health in any way.
The doctor assured her that she had good muscle tone and strong
pectorals that would support any size implant without fear of sag or
shifting. He said they would be natural, not stiff, and they would be
sensitive just like her own. The doctor explained that dacron sacks would
be implanted and then filled with natural body material. "They will have
the weight and consistency of your own breast." he said convincingly. Jane
was dead set against it, but with my convincing she agreed.
Even after I got her home and she seemed satisfied that the operation
would not be harmful she still insisted on small implants. The doctor had
said that with her physical condition she could have any size she desired,
but she still remained adament. "I won't be showing up at work with a big
bust. If I have a small implant and take the padding out of my bras then no
one will ever know that I've been pumped up." she said in a plaintive
voice. I tried to persuade her to have them enlarged to at least a C cup,
but she refused.
Two weeks later I took her to the hospital and I checked in...I mean,
she checked in...it is a little hard to sort out, as you shall soon see!
Jane was morose and moody on the way to the hospital. After she
undressed and got into bed she insisted that I leave. "You go home Howard,"
she said, "I'm tired and want to nap a little, but be sure to be her in the
morning before I go into surgery."
"Ok dear," I said, and then again tried to persuade her to go for the
larger breast size, and to my suprise she said, "I'll be fine for now, just
don't be late tomorrow morning, perhaps you'll get your wish for big tits
after all. Now go home."
She seemed strange, as if in some sort of trance, her mind occupied
with other thoughts. 'Are you going to be all right?" I asked. She nodded
and said, "I'll be fine, just make sure you are here in the morning." I
assured her that I would come back bright and early, and the left. I
remember that I didn't sleep well that night, perhaps a guilty conscience,
or perhaps excitement at the anticipation of my wife becoming a sexy,
busty, blonde!
The next morning I returned as she was being wheeled on a gurney from
her room down the hall towards surgery. She was hollering, her words
slightly slurred, as if somewhat drunk. "I want to see my husband. Don't
take me yet, I have to see Howard!" Just then, I walked up. I kissed her
and wished her luck. Of course, she did not need this surgery. It was I
that wanted it and she was undergoing the procedure out of love for me. I
suddenly felt very guilty and ashamed. I told her that I loved her and had
misgivings about forcing her to become my centerfold fantasy. Jane replied
in a very serious voice, suddenly sober, "I love you so much that I'll
permit this to be done to me despite my own desires. And that's what I have
been doing since we got married. I have been on display for you ever since
we started going together." Just then the doctor walked up. "Well Mrs.
Baker, are we ready for this little procedure? We'll have you in and out of
there in no time!" he said with a smile. Then, Jane dropped a bomb that
floored me. She said, "Doctor, I've changed my mind, give me huge tits.
Make them as large as you can. Double D...Give me double D cup jugs." She
giggled almost mischievously. My mouth dropped and I must have stammered.
This was my dream come true, Jane really wanted to be my dream-girl! The
doctor was equally suprised and said, "really Mrs. Barker, are you sure? I
can give you large breasts, but you're going to have a difficult time
explaining the sudden increase in bust size to your friends an co-workers.
DD cup breasts on your petite frame will be somewhat disproprtionate to the
rest of your measurements. You'll really stick out in front, none of your
clothes will fit, and you may be embarrassed by your new, buxom figure."
"I won't be embarrassed," she replied, "my husband wants me to have
big breasts, and I want him to have what he wants!" I grabbed her hand and
asked her if she was sure...I suddenly staggered. The hall floor seemed to
be moving, and I was feeling a little light headed. Jane smiled at me and
continued, "Yes doctor, he wants big tits, I don't see why we shouldn't
give them to him." I held the edge of the gurney for support, and Jane
squeezed my hand tightly with her small, feminine hand. Jane laughed a
little chuckle and squeezed my hand with even more pressure. The last thing
I remember was looking and her brightly polished, long nails as she
continued to squeeze tightly. I must have blacked out.
After that I remember brief flashes of seeing myself looking down at
me, as though through a cloud, like a dream. I saw myself standing beside
my bed, but I was lying in the bed looking up at me! How could this be? I
looked around, I was in a hospital room. i must have passed out and they
admitted me too. I brushed back out of my eyes a lock of unaccountably
long, pale golden hair, and in doing so caught a glimpse of my own hand and
forearm. Hitero, my arms, from elbow to wrist had been very masculine and
covered with rather coarse, shaggy, dark, hairs. Now however, my arm was
smooth, pink, softly rounded, and almost hairless save for just a trace of
golden down. What was going on here? How could this be? I continued my
inspection of this strange arm down it's bizarre length to the hand
attached to the end, I couldn't say "my hand", because this most certainly
wasn't. What had been a somewhat muscular hand had became soft, small,
graceful, and had acquired beautifully groomed, wholly feminine nails
smoothly enameled a bright vermilion. Fascinated and incredulous, I looked
down at the rest of my body--and all but blacked out again. Rising up from
the sheet that covered me were twin mounds that protruded from my chest.
Then, I spoke. "What in the fuck is going on here!" I was trying to sound
forceful, but the voice was light and soft, it was the familiar voice of my
wife! I spoke again, and again the voice of Jane spoke my words. "What am I
doing here? My God, is this a nightmare?"
Then the body which still stood by the bed spoke with my voice,
"Howard, you wanted me to have big tits, you insisted that you wife have
large breasts, now you've got them! You wanted a Playboy centerfold for a
wife, a girl that would wear seductive clothes, ultra high-heeled shoes,
suggestive underwear...damn how I hated being leered at, and the remarks
people made...well, now Howard, you will know what it's like! You can be
your own dream girl, I know that I couldn't! We have changed places Howard.
You are now Jane, and I am you!" she paused for a minute, and my brain
attempted to cope with this barrage of information that I had just
received. I was reeling as she continued, "I've studied the occult for over
a year now, and have, with training, learned how to accomplish a soul
transfer. Your soul and mine have traded bodies. And, it is permanent. We
are still husband and wife, but the roles are reversed. You can be the
wife, the temptress in the tight clothes, and now with the huge tits. You
can be the big breasted, blonde, bimbo you tried to make me, and I will be
the proud husband with my trophy on his arm! You can be embarrassed feeling
that everyone is watching you, It's your turn to be constantly self
conscious. I know that it all seems like a dream now, but believe me, it's
not. Of that you can be sure..." The face on my body smiled a wry grin, and
then said, "go back to sleep my little sex-object, I'll see you tomorrow."
It was weird, crazy, incomprehensible. My body had been stolen, and I
was trapped as my wife. But now, my wife, or me, had double D cup tits. I
waved and turned, and walked towards the door, or at least my body did.
Jane walked out of my room.
I lapsed into unconsciousness only to awaken to find that Jane has
spoken the truth. It was not a dream, it was a horrible nightmare! i
explored with my hands, and felt the large fleshy appendages on my chest.
They had feeling and were sore along the base where what felt like surgical
tape had been placed. It felt like I had been punched in each side of my
chest. My hands wandered further down to discover a void between my legs.
My cock and balls were gone...missing...stolen! My heart was flopping
around like a locomotive ready to jump the track. Where was my penis? i
threw back the covers. My abdomen ran in a soft swell to a pair of long,
tapered legs that ended in thin ankles. The polish on my toes winked back
at me as they caught the reflected light of late evening. I moaned, and
actually cried out in agony. "how could this happen?" Then, my fingers with
the long, bright nails found my pubis and explored what felt like a woman's
sex. I touched the lips and slipped my finger inside a woman's pussy.
Jane's pussy...my pussy. I was Jane! I had a woman's sex, my wife's cunt. I
touched myself all over. I felt terrain that I was intimately familiar
with, just not from the inside! I had a small waist, rounded hips, long
hair, huge tits, and my body was smooth all over. The voice from my body
had been right. I was a girl, Jane had stole my body, Oh God, I was my own
wife!
I Got The DD's Chapt 2
I thought surely this must be a dream. If I go back to sleep and wake up
everything will be back to normal. Some one is punishing me by making me
have this horrible nightmare. I moaned and trashed around. The nurse gave
me a shot and the nightmare went away.
When I awoke it was morning. A quick check under the sheet revealed that
it had not been a dream, I was still a woman. The nurse came in and raised
the blinds. The sun came streaming ina and she said, "It's a beautiful
morning Mrs. Barker, time to get you up. How about a little trip to the
rest room?" I looked, the tubes were gone from my body and the covers were
rolled down. I looked down. I was no longer naked...I was sure that I had
been naked the night before.
"Something is wrong here...I'm not Mrs. Barker...I'm Mr. Barker! Nurse,
you've got to get the doctor! Tell him that something has happened to me!
My wife stole my body!!" I tried to sound firm, but Jane's soft voice
sounded weak and frightened.
"Now Now my dear, everything is just fine. Your just reacting to the
anesthetic. It sometimes makes people a little disoriented after surgery.
You probably had a terrible dream that you were your husband. You'll be
just fine." She replied in a soothing voice.
The nurse came over and pulled back the covers and I looked down at this
body that was in my bed. I could see smooth shaven legs and small feet
peeping out from a lacy night dress that was punctuated by two large
mountains that stood out from my chest. "Get away from me," I said, again
in Jane's feminine pitch.
"Come on dear, doctor's orders." The nurse insisted. Since I did feel the
urge to urinate, I let the nurse help me set up. The night dress fell open
in front, and I saw that I had two large globes of smooth flesh hanging
from my chest. They quivered as I sat up. The strangeness of this new
feeling was indescribable. I had two very sensitive points focused what
felt like a foot in front of my body. Is I absorbed the new sensations I
took a deep breath and whatched the wondrous mounds swell. The weight of my
new appendages pulled me forward and I was forced to straighten my
shoulders. There was a slight twinge of pain from my chest below the breast
area.
The nurse then guided me, I slid off the bed and put my small feet on the
cold tile floor. I stood a minute, the room tilted and then righted itself.
Again I was forced to straighten my shoulders to affect some sort of
balance. I watched my sexy cleavage heaving as I took a series of breathes.
Amazing! I was a man 24 hours ago!
The next thing that struck me was how short I was. As Howard I was six
feet two inches tall, and now it seemed as if I was now half that. The be
seemed gigantic, and I wondered how I was ever going to crawl back up into
it. Jane's pretty blue eyes seemed to be taking in all the room's coloring
much more brightly than my plain brown ones. I has always loved staring
deep into her lovely blue pools. I never would have considered that someday
I would be looking out of them. Jane's nose seemed to take in smell the
same as I did, but now I was continually surrounded by the sweet aroma of
female hair. It was a smell that would always be around me now. My mind
seemed foggy, I must have looked dazed, because I heard the nurse ask me
from what seemed like far away, "Are you Ok Jane? Do you need help?" "I'll
be alright." I said. Everytime I spoke it was a shock to hear my voice.
In the restroom I stood in front of the mirror. My eyes opened wide. I
girl was in the mirror. Unmistakably, it was Jane. I pulled at the hem of
the nightgown. The girl in the mirror shed the frothy garment. I studied
the strange creature that looked back at me from the looking glass. Her
long, tapered legs rose in a glowing faint pink into a pair of firm thighs
that swelled over a hardly noticeable crevice between her thighs and
disappeared between them. Her legs did not touch completely. There was a
slight space between them where her body had been slit open. I studied that
opening with sadness, remembering the pleasure that it had given me as
Howard. Above her firm stomach there was a flat space that rose and swelled
into two impossibly huge breasts, high, firm, and pink, with large, dark,
nipples in the center. Nipples neat as buttons of flesh. I reached up and
lifted my breasts from the bottom and caressed my fingers over the new
nipples. I was rewarded with an almost electric tingle that shot to my
groin. A small two inch strip of surgical tape covered the crease under
each hillock. I bounced on the balls of my feet and the large mounds
quivered.
I shook my head, feeling the unaccustomed hair flap against my shoulders
and cheeks. It felt soft and warm, and smelled very feminine. I raised my
hand up to touch it. What a strange feeling it was, at my age, exploring
your body for the very first time.
I had to grab the edge of the wash basin to keep from collapsing. Jane's
lovely face stared back at me from the glass. I must have touched my face,
because the image in the glass reached up to feel her face. My skin was
soft and smooth. No trace of stubble. I guess I moaned because the nurse
called out, "Are you all right in there?" I answered, "Yes, just a minute."
I quickly pulled the night gown back over my head. Again I got a tingle as
the soft, silky material slid down over my large nipples. I looked down
again at my sexy, deep, cleavage. I sure never expect to see it from my
current angle.I wanted Jane to get huge tits, well, I now had to live with
my fantasy. I was scared to admit how good the new sensations had felt. The
new Jane looked good in the mirror. I would have loved to show her off on
my arm. Now I was going to be living my fantasy from the other side. Could
I do it?
I stood in front of the john , lifted the lid, raised the short skirt and
reached for my penis. My hand found nothing but air...My mind was still
foggy...I was confused...suddenly I felt the extreme need to
urinate...somethings had not changed, my kidneys felt as they always had
when I need to take a leak...in a daze I let go and felt the warm liquid
running down my leg. Just then the nurse came in, "Oh Mrs Barker! You
should have called! Sit down!" She guided my onto the toilet, and I
finished peeing. "Ok" I said, "help me up please." The nurse looked at me
as if waiting for something. "I said please!" I added. "But, you need to
wipe Mrs. Barker." Shit, something else new. I reached over and grabbed a
piece of tissue, again marveling a the well groomed, polished nails on my
tiny hand. I inserted it into Jane's pussy and overloaded my senses.I just
could not deal with the feeling of something inside my groin.
The next thing I remember I awoke in my bed, and the nurse was bring in
my breakfast. I was suprised to find that I was actually hungry. "Hello
again Mrs. Barker, how are we?" The nurse asked in a concerned tone. "You
are Mrs. Barker aren't you?" Uh-Oh...she must have thought I was nuts. "Oh,
yes, I'm fine now. What a strange dream! I was actually Howard. Thank you
for your help." Relieved, the nurse put down my tray and left. I picked at
my food and watched fascinated by my small hands that held the fork. As I
brought the food to my mouth I glimpsed my large tits, and that held my
attention for a few seconds. I got over the shock and continued the upward
swing to my mouth. My lips felt much fuller than they had been, but my
mouth was definately smaller, forcing me to take smaller bites than I was
used to. My first attempts resulted in egg spilling out and falling down in
my cleavage. I reached down to get it, but the long nails impeded my
attempts. Finally, I took the napkin and wiped the food out from between my
new udders. Everything about me was small except for the balcony that I
supported in front which made it difficult to get next to the food tray.
This new life was going to be difficult to adapt too. I had to get Jane to
switch us back as soon as she came in!
The nurse came back and took the tray, informing me that my husband would
be in shortly to see me, and handed me a make-up case, obviously to prepare
for this visit. I opened the case and the mirror inside the cover reflected
the same familiar face that I had saw in the bathroom. It was drawn, pale,
and wide eyed with disbelief. I moved my mouth, blinked my long lashes, and
the face mimicked me.
I combed Jane's blonde hair as best I could and was fumbling around for
something, perhaps lipstick or the like...suddenly I began to think, why am
I doing this...all at once I was consumed with rage...that bitch had better
give me my body back! I couldn't live in her body! Then the frustration of
my predicament hit me, and I began to cry...just like a girl...the sounds
of my girlish sobbing saddened me more, and I began to bawl.
The nurse comforted me and helped me dry my eyes. I had just gotten
settled back down when the doctor came in.
"The operation went super. You're pectorals were excellent, the best
ever, and we were able to fulfill your wish and give you two splendid
breasts. You'll find that you are now somewhere around 40 inches, Double D
cup. Rather large for your petite build and weight, but firm and well
supported. You won't have to worry about sag or shift as your muscle tone
was so terrific. The slight discoloration will disappear in a few days, and
the small scar will be in the fold of your breast where it will not show."
He said with a hint of pride in his voice. "We'll leave the surgical tape
on for now. I'd like to keep you here overnight. The nurse told me about
you little reaction to the anesthetic. Just a precaution." That ended his
conversation, and he rushed out. I had noticed that the tone he had used
with me was much mure demeaning than yesterday when I was Howard.
The doctor had no sooner left than the door opened and I entered. or what
had been me...entered. The body (I still could think of that masculine form
as Jane) came over to the bed and kissed me in a familiar manner.
'How is my sexy new wife?" It said in a strange voice with a secret
smile. I was sure that it was my voice, but I had never heard my voice as
another person hears it, so it sounded odd.
I was already on the verge of hysterics. I screamed, "What the hell have
you done to me? To us? Are you crazy?"
"I've merely put things right Howard. Since the day we were married
you've wanted me to be on display everywhere we went. You wanted everyone
to look at me. I've been to psychiatrists and they all agree that you
didn't want them to look at me, but at you. So you used me to get
attention." Jane said in a plaintive voice. I thought, I sound like a girl.
My voice sounds sort of female. Not that it was higher, but the inflection
was definately feminine. "You wanted attention. You felt they would not
look at you because you were ordinary. You did not know how to be
extraordinary, so you made me the exhibitionist. I couldn't spend the rest
of my life with all that attention. I wanted to hide, but you forced me. I
love you, but I couldn't go on as things were." She caught her breath. I
shook my head. I started to interrupt her, but she went on. "Since you like
the attention I thought, why not let you be the point of attention. Now you
will be looked at with desire and lust as well as envy. I can vouch for
that, because I feel my new feelings being aroused by looking at your
lovely face and new body. And I like the feeling. I like being you Howard!
I like this strong body. I feel powerful now, not weak and submissive."
"You're crazy!" I spat at her. "You've ruined our lives." As I spoke I
pulled up my blanket, covering my curvy form. "I don't think so Howard,"
she said walking over to the window and looking at me as she continued,
"and there's no use hiding behind that blanket. You are going to be on
display for the whole world's attention. I think that you are going to like
being me when you get used to it. There are alot of advantages to being a
sexy girl. I should know! I think psychologically you're going to enjoy
being the showhorse. I know that I'm going to like being plain old you
better than being a sexy blonde bimbo!"
"well, I hate it!" I said passionately, "switch us back this minute!"
"You'll get used to it Howard," she said, "you have no choice. It's
permanent. No one can change us back. We are stuck this way 'until death do
us part', so you might as well deal with it."
"My god, you are insane. You actually like being a man? You are a woman!
How can you like being me?"
"I enjoy being tall, strong and agile. Just think of all the sports that
I can participate in now that I have this strong, male body instead of that
weak dainty one. I hated being weak...being taken advantage of...being
pushed around and talked down to because I was an attractive blonde. And
Howard, I have always found women attractive. Now, I can sleep with a woman
all I want and it will be 'normal!' Yes, I like being you, and you're going
to have to get used to being me."
"I'm not going to stay this way, " I shouted, "so I won't have to get
used to being like this!
"We'll see. But for now, the doc says you can go home tomorrow, so I's
better get you some clothes to wear. I'll buy you some new bras for those
huge jugs!" She laughed...she actually laughed! "Damn, those sue are some
big tits you've got there girl." She said picking up her jacket and putting
it on.
"I'm no god damn girl!" I yelled in reply.
"My, such shocking language from such a sweet looking girl. Looks can be
deceiving, but if you check that mirror, I'm sure you'll find that you are
unmistakably female. Not many men have 40DD tits! Remember Howard, being a
sexy woman is better than being no one at all. I had that option....see
ya!" and with those words, she left, hands in her pockets and whistling. I
started to giggle. Jane had never been able to whistle. I puckered my full
lips and tried...nothing...I cried myself to sleep again.
I Got the DD's
Chapt 3
In the afternoon, the nurse brought me a light lunch. I was hungry, but
found that a small amount of food satisfied me. I no longer had my male
appetite. Jane was a small eater.
I napped part of the afternoon. I awoke suddenly...I had been dreaming.
Even in my dream I was Jane. I was a topless dancer in a strip joint. My
large tits were floppy wildly as I danced. I was wet with persperation when
I awoke.
I read a "Cosmo" magazine that I found sitting on the bedside table. Then
pictures of the scantilly clad women made me begin to feel sexually
aroused. My nipples started to tingle. I put the magazine down. My stomach
felt warm, as well as my strange new arrangement between my creamy thighs.
I tried to relax and think calming thoughts. I couldn't allow this strange,
female body to rule my desires!
I looked for a robe. Finding none, I jerked the blanket off the bed,
wrapped it around me and sat in the big chair that was in the room. I
looked out the window and reflected on what I had become and what I was
going to do. I had to find a doctor. Someone who could change us back.
I thought about my job and Jane's. Could I handle being a receptionist?
Would I be able to act like a girl, poised and feminine, or would I forget
and do something vulgar? And what about jane? Could she handle my work?
Maybe if I tutored her on each project. Could she be masculine all the
time? I could just see the whole office labeling her as a fag if she acted
too feminine in her actions or walk.
I chuckled to myself...Old man Wade would have a fit. A butch
receptionist and a fairy cost accountant. But then, if we did loose our
jobs we would probably be all right. Jane's folks had died and left her a
large amount of money. When she made me her she had also given me the
money. But I wanted to be poor Howard, not rich Jane.
The next morning the doctor came in bustling at talking a hundred miles
an hour. He pulled down the covers, pulled up my night gown and removed the
surgical tape under my breasts. He then pulled my gown back down, and my
large breasts bobbed up and down annoyingly. I looked down at the huge pair
and shivered. They undulated back and forth like a sea of Jello. "You can
go home today sweetheart. Just as soon as your husband comes to get you." I
shuddered when he said "husband."
The doctor left the room. I reached up and cupped one of my melon shaped
mounds. It was smoother than anything I had ever felt on my own body. it
had moved heavily on my chest as I lifted the mound. I fingered a nipple
that was almost as big as my old little finger. It felt good...i could feel
my woman's pussy twitch with excitement. I squeezed and fondled it. i felt
the blood flowing to my nipple. God that felt good. Maybe there were some
advantages to being a woman.
I laid back and was suprised to notice that my breasts did not flatten
out, but stood tall on my chest. They were very large. The doctor had been
right, I would have a difficult time explaining those at the office.
I sat up so that I could see myself in the mirror. There was no use
fighting it. I was a girl, and an unusually voluptuous one. I looked down
at my body where my hips joined in a pretty triangle of blonde hair that
lead to two curvaceous legs. I jumped out of bed and massaged my big new
tits. The thin material of the night gown hardly mattered at all as i
rubbed and pinched. I watched the nipples begin to harden and swell
outwards. My whole body felt restless, but I really didn't know what to do
about it. So I got back into bed.
A little later Jane came in with a package under her arm. "The dc says
you can go home, so I brought you some clothes. Get dressed and let's get
out of here."
Jane came over and pulled back the covers, took me by the arm and pulled
me up, swung me around so that my feet hung over the side of the bed and
put the package in my lap. "Come on Howard, lets get going!"
I couldn't move, I just sat there. Jane reached out and stood me up. She
seemed to been enjoying her dominating role and her new found strength as
she lifted my petite frame off the bed. A slight smile parted her lips.
"Wow!" Jane said, "They are tremendous." She stared wide eyed at my huge
tits. "I'm sure glad that you'll have to navigate those around instead of
me!" she added.
The two breasts swayed back and forth as I straightened my shoulders
against the unaccustomed, new, weight. They poked out in front like two
cannons ready to fire.
Jane unwrapped the package and produced a bra which she unfolded and held
out to me. It looked like twin parachutes. She helped me slip it over my
arms, cupping my mammalia, and hooked it behind my back. I looked down at
the strange, lacy, red garment. I felt detached from these strange
proceedings. As if I was standing apart from myself. I thought that with
these big protuberances that I wouldn't be seeing much of my feet. I guess
first I lost my body, and now I was losing my mind.
Jane said, "I am going to have to help you get dressed for a while, at
least until you get used to wearing girl's clothes." She handed me a pair
of dark colored panty-hose, and told me to sit in the chair and pull them
on. "Be careful," she warned, "they aren't like you old socks. Don't poke a
hole in them!"
I pulled the nylon hose up over my smoothly shaven legs. They fitted
snuggly over my long legs, but getting them over my wide hips and
protruding ass was quite another story. As I tugged them up, I felt them
pull into my womanly split between my legs. It actually felt sort of nice.
My blonde pubic bush was just visible through the nylon mesh.
Jane tossed me a pair of fashion jeans with the word "Chic" embroidered
on the back pocket. After a bit of a struggle, I hauled the up and closed
the zipper. The seem in the crotch really pressed into my pussy. I could
have sworn that if I weighed just one more pound that I would never have
gotten them on.
The hot pink short sleeved sweater that Jane held out to me was never
designed to contain an abundant bosom like the one that I now possessed.
The sweater molded itself over the lace brassiere like a second skin.
Jane sat me down in the chair, retrieved the makeup case from under the
bed and began to work on my face and hair. "This is one thing that we're
going to have to work on. No wife of mine is going around without makeup."
she said as she deftly applied eyeshadow, mascara, rouge, bright pink
lipstick, all the acutriments of an alluring female face. My thickened
lashes brushed against my powdered cheeks when I blinked. Sticking long
dangling earrings through the holes in my lobes, she said, "Now I'll get
you shoes and we can go."
The shoes that she produced from the box must have had heels that were
over three and a half inches high. They were a glossy bright pink pump that
perfectly matched my sweater. I had called them her "Come fuck me pumps"
before.
"You've got to be kidding me," I said in a meek voice, "I'll never be
able to walk in those things."
"Sure you will. Just take small steps and keep the weight on the ball of
your foot, not the heel." She said, helping me slip into the shoes.
As I stood up the heel height pitched me forward. That, with the weight
of my full bosom caused me to loose my balance, and I would have fallen if
it had not been for Jane reaching out to stabilize me. As i leaned against
her I thought that I would be repulsed by here closeness, but instead
welcomed her strong embrace.
She stood me straight and helped me to make a couple of tenative steps.
Maybe if I took tiny, mincing steps I could make it to our car. I moved
around the room testing my balance in the stilt shoes with my new anatomy.
"why did you bring such ridiculous shoes for me to wear? Couldn't you
have found any tennis shoes?" I said to Jane.
"You used to make me wear them everywhere I went, Remember, Howard my
love?" She replied in a mocking tone.
She was right. I did insist that she often wear high heels. Infact, the
only time that she wore athletic shoes was when she worked out in the gym.
I even made her wear heels to the gym, and then change. She had always
looked so damn good in them. I was beginning to regret my previous choices
in her wardrobe.
"I guess I'll make it. Let's go." I said, and started for the door.
As we walked down the hall my shoes made a clacking sound on the tile
floor. My hips rolled from side to side as I minced along on the high
heels. I was sure that I was presenting quite a sight from the rear with my
plump ass rotating under the skin tight pants. I tried to squeeze my ass
and cut down on the movement, but it was impossible. my female hip bone
articulated in a manner completely alien to my male experience.
As we walked I couldn't get used to being so short. Everything looked so
big and tall. I felt weak and threatened. It was strange how my change in
perspective had changed my feelings.
I swung my arms for balance and noticed my arm brushing against my
breasts which swelled out past the side of my rib cage. I glanced down at
the bouncing tits, which jiggled which each step I took. There was no way a
bra was going to keep those swingers still.
In the parking lot Jane rushed around to open the door of our Firebird
for me. "I can open a door." I said. "As a girl, there are certain things
that you can expect. This is one. Remember, you are the weaker sex now
sweetie." Jane replied. I hated her demeaning manner. She was really
enjoying this whole fiasco.
While getting in the car I found that there was an advantage in being
small. I had always had a hard time getting in an out of the low car. This
time, I slid into the front seat with ease.
Jane cautioned me about how I got in the car. 'with pants on, you can get
away with getting in like that, but with a skirt you're not going to be
able to just step into the car. You've got a lot the learn girlie."
"Screw you Jane, I'll do things the way I want. Who says I'm going to
wear a skirt anyway." I snarled.
At home, Jane parked the car in the garage, and I jumped out. I almost
went on my nose...I had forgotten about the sill high heeled shoes. I
recovered my balance and bolted for the door. Once there, i had to wait for
jane. When I reached for my keys, I remembered I had nothing in my pockets.
I couldn't have gotten my hands in them anyway as tight as the pants were.
Jane observed my actions and remarked, "You'll have to start carrying a
purse missy."
Inside the house, Jane grabbed my arm and drug me, stumbling, up the
stairs to the bedroom. I thought, "oh no, she's going to fuck me!" I
struggled, but it was no use. She had my strength, and my little body was
weak and helpless compared to her masculine form.
"I could rape you, you know that don't you Howard?" she said bluntly.
"I know that I can't stop you, but I'm going to put up one hell of a
fight!" I spat at her.
"Well, relax. I have no intention of fucking you until you're ready. You
have needs. Female needs now, Howard. You'll want it. Trust me. I just
wanted to prove my point. I am the man now. Go take a shower and get
dressed, we're going out for supper." She said as she tossed me into our
bedroom.
I sailed across the room and landed face down on the bed. I rolled over
and answered, "I don't want to be seen in public. Not like this." I waved
my hand in front of me. "Why can't we just get a pizza and eat here?"
"You've only been a woman a day and you're already concerned how you
look! How charming! No, if we ate here, you would cook, but I want to take
you out. We have reservations at the Country Club." She said with a note of
finality. "I'll pick you out something to wear as you get ready."
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