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nifty/transgender

What I saw on my chest was definitely breasts, bigger than many women's that I had admired. They were covered only by a lattice work of material that looked like leather but clung like spandex. The commentary started again, "What you are now seeing are silicon implants, of the same type which are used in breast augmentations. They, as well as the rest of your body, are covered by what looks like a leather lattice outfit but actually serves to hold the synthetic skin in place until the glue dries. Underneath this outfit are prosthetic devices that give you the feminine curves." Boy, was she right. I couldn't tell the difference between the synthetic skin and my real skin. The only way I could tell that it wasn't me, was when I touched myself. It all felt real enough, but it fell like touching myself through a plastic bag or with a balloon between my finger and my skin. In places it felt more real than I would cared for. As I sat up, I noticed what she meant by feminine curves. I had a perfect hourglass figure, and the lattice work outfit ran all the way down to my ankles. I noticed the bit of areolea and nipples under the outfit, and that they looked real. When I sat up, the breasts bounced and jiggled just as I had seen them do on other women....


In place of his penis and balls, I could see a slit on a mound of flesh... noticed that chest hair had fallen out. On my chest, I saw nipples, looking like pencil erasers. They were at least triple the size of my normal nipples, and the area surrounding them seemed to be wider as well. In short, I saw what appeared to be a prepubescent female body.

"Well" She said as she came in, "I hear your breasts are forming. You'll have your first period pretty soon, I guess." She was smiling as she said, "Well, a young girl with budding breasts simply can't wear the little girl's dress you had yesterday. Let's see what else we can find." She pulled a pair of nylon panties out, handing them to me. I looked at the white things, especially at the lace all over them. Sighing, I put them on. Then she held out a cotton bra to me. "This is a training bra," she explained. "It is for younger girls just beginning to show their breasts. I guess you qualify." She laughed at the last part.
"Put your arms through the straps, then over your shoulders."
"Good, now pull the cups over your little breasts."
"Now, there are little hooks and eyes at the back of the strap. Feel them with your fingers, then put the hooks into the eyes."
I stumbled doing it, but got the little hooks through the eyes.
Finally she came over holding two hangers. One had a white blouse on it. It kind of looked like a short sleeved shirt, but it had lacy edges on the collar, and some kind of embroidered flower stitched on the front of it. It also had a seam on both sides, so it would fit over a girl's breasts. The skirt was on the other hanger. At the waistband, I saw a button and a zipper...I figured out how to put the blouse on. It wasn't much different than putting on a shirt. Of course, it buttoned backwards, and I did have to adjust it so the fuller part fit over my breasts....

Sam finally got the blouse on, and the buttons in the right holes, when Susan handed him a powder blue skirt. He pulled that over his head, buttoning it in the back. "You're getting the hang of this now," Susan commented, as she saw him getting dressed. I looked at mself in the mirror. The blouse had a high neckline, and plenty of ruffles all over the front of it. It was a thin material, and I could see the outline of the bra and straps showing through it.....