The next night, I resumed the search for someone to make me a real girl. i found this man.
"That is of no concern to you", he replied. "If you want the new gene converter, I am the only source in town".
"What does this substance do?" I asked.
"This is my greatest success", he replied. "I have created a substance that will change a man into a woman for a day."
"How much?" I asked.
"$500 for one dose", was his response.
$500 was a lot of money, and I only had $300 with me that night, so I
replied, "I can't afford that much. All that I have is $300."
He paused for a moment, and then replied, "That will have to do, I need
money now!"
Quickly the transaction took place. he handed me a small envelope, and then walked off.
I held in my hand the possibility of something I had always
dreamed of, being a woman, and the risk of some unknown side-effect that no one could imagine. What should I do? What would I look like after the change? Would my existing wardrobe fit ?
The pill was supposed to last for only one day, but I was unsure about that
fact, I concluded that I needed two days to try it. I planned to take two days of vacation.
At home, I took out the pills, and placed them on my dresser, as I
contemplated what might happen. I decided that I wanted to awaken in the dark so that I could feel the differences before I saw them, so I cleaned up my dinner quickly, showered, and got ready for bed at about 8:30 PM. My only concession to what was going to happen was that I put on a long, silk nightgown from my wardrobe after the shower. I then took the two pills, set the alarm for 5:30, and got into bed. My mind was racing, and initially, I could not sleep with excitement. The sleeping pill soon took over, and I fell into a deep sleep.
IN THE MORNING the alarm went off, and I turned it off. I remembered my decision to try to feel the differences first, so I rested back on the pillow for a second. I felt very different, but I could not decide what felt different. I waited for a moment, and then decided to get up.
It was completely dark as I moved my legs out from under the covers, I could feel the familiar smooth feeling of the silk nightgown against my legs.
So far, nothing different. My legs reached the edge of the bed, and I turned and sat up. Immediately, I could feel a strange new motion on my chest and back. I could feel the extra weight of breasts, and a brushing against my back from long hair. I almost reached up to touch my breasts, but remembered the decision to feel all differences first.
The more I sat up, the greater the weight felt against my chest. It was a strange pulling against me as I stood up, and I paused. without going further, I could feel hair resting against my back, and motion in my chest.
I turned slowly, savoring the sensation of something scintillating on my chest, and began to walk toward the light switch.
With each step, my new breasts moved so slightly, with a delightful new sensation. They began to rub against the smooth silk of the nightgown. I became aroused, and a warm sensation spread from them. My legs felt the silk moving around them as I walked, and I began to get more aroused.
In the dark, I could only feel new sensations, and the sensations were wonderful, but very different. Instead of the urgency of an erection, I felt a warmth spreading into my abdomen as I walked. As I reached the switch and turned it on, the light flooded the room. I could see a slight, small hand on the switch, and I immediately looked down. There were two very soft and firm breasts jutting out from my chest.
From all of my past dressing up, I was used to seeing breasts, but the sight of real flesh, instead of an artificially filled bra, aroused me even more. I could not wait any longer to feel them.
As I reached to touch them, they seemed to be bigger that the false ones I had been using. The feeling against my hands was soft, but the return feeling from the breasts themselves was wonderfully soothing. My new nipples felt erect against my palms, as I felt my own breasts in each hand. I was becoming more aroused.
I quickly turned toward the bathroom, and felt them rub against
the nightgown. I walked into the bathroom, watching them move as I went.
As I looked into the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised. The woman looking back was very attractive, with long hair.
I almost tore the nightgown off in my haste to explore further. I was a woman! I had a definite figure, although I could loose some weight, an attractive figure in fact, and now I could see the red thatch between my legs.
My hand moved reflexly to my crotch. My fingers explored further, and located the expected slit. They probed inside, and I felt an electric feeling as they touched soft, moist skin inside the outer folds. Everything was there.
I was elated. My greatest dreams had come true!
I walked back into the bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed. Now I could sense the different feelings due to my large hips. My hand ran down to my now moist slit. Again I felt the excitement as I touched the moist skin inside the outside folds. I lay back on the bed and continued exploring.
The sensations raced through me. My arousal increased as I massaged myself more and more. I could feel the tension increase throughout my whole body. The waves of pleasure began to wash over me, and I moaned. My arousal was unbelievable. I could remember the feelings I had had as a man, and these were so totally different that I was amazed. The pressure of an erection was replaced with an increasingly pleasurable feeling, and increasing warmth and moisture between my legs.
I kept my fingers moving, and quickly experienced an orgasm unlike anything I had ever had before. I almost screamed as the tension released, and the pleasure raced throughout my body. What a feeling!!!
I lay still for a moment, and then slowly stood up.
I walked slowly to the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of movement in my breasts, and started a hot shower. As I climbed in, the new sensations of the water hitting my breasts aroused me again. It seemed that I was almost continually excited by the new sensations I felt. I let the water play over my long hair, and then washed it thoroughly. As I washed myself, I could not keep from rubbing between my legs, to the point that I experienced another overwhelming orgasm.
I dried myself, and then realized the difficulty of drying the long hair.
I did not have a hair dryer!
A quick search located a small room fan, which I set on the dresser, and used a comb to get my hair in front of the air stream. That did not work, so I put it on the floor, and bent over, with my hair hanging down. Now the air moved freely through the hairs, and I could easily see my breasts hanging straight down like a cow.
Once dried, I began looking through my feminine clothes. The first thing that I got was a bra. It was a 36B, which seemed very tight over my new breasts. I adjusted it as best I could, so that my shoulders took the weight. Next came panties.
All of the dresses fit.
It was apparent that I would need more clothing if I was to do this
regularly, so I finally got enough courage to leave the apartment to buy
some. The mall was big enough that I thought I would not be noticed.
At the mall, I spent some time in the lingerie area, but with none of the funny feelings I had experienced doing it as a man. I found that I needed a 36 C bra, and size 14 clothes. A woman helped me get cosmetics, and a man in the shoe store caused me to chuckle as I crossed my legs, and he tried to look up my skirt unobtrusively.
In the dress shop, I enjoyed trying on dresses, and finally picked one that was inexpensive.
It was now afternoon
I decided that I wanted two full nights as a woman, so I did not take the pill that evening, I set my alarm for 5:00AM, and planned to take it then. The alarm went off, and I struggled out of bed. I showered, and sat down with my pills. I thought about the sleeping pill, but decided not to use it so that I could experience the change. I then lay down, and drifted off to sleep.
As the sun came up, I awoke again. It had been only 2 hours, so i did not expect much to have happened, but I walked into the bathroom to see.
While not startling, changes seemed to be occurring. My hair seemed
longer, and reddish, and most of my other body hair was gone. I could not see any real changes in my physical shape though.
Breakfast was over before I felt the first physical signs. As had happened the Thursday night of the first experience, I felt a tingling all over my body. It was not uncomfortable, just different. I could do nothing about it, so I continued reading the newspaper.
In about an hour, the tingling had increased significantly, and I felt the beginnings of a funny feeling in my stomach. I decided to take a look, and the mirror revealed longer, red hair, a subtle thinning of my waist, and a substantially shrunken penis.
As the hour progressed, the sensations increased. The sensation became unconfortable, but bearable. Another look showed greater waist thinning, and almost no residual penis.
By about 11:00 AM, the changes became significant. I could see breast development, my waist was much smaller, and my hips were larger. My face seemed to have finer features, and my hair was almost down to my shoulders.
A quick exploration revealed nothing between my legs at all.
By noon, the sensations were almost gone, and the change was almost
complete. I had been able to almost see my breasts grow over the last hour, and my hair was much longer. Between my legs, I now had a full set of female organs.
By 1:00PM the changes were complete, and I was ecstatic with the results.
Facing me in the bathroom mirror was a very pretty woman, still with large breasts and hips, but nowhere as plump as the first time. I knew that I would have to go shopping again.
My hands began to explore. The breasts were as large as the last time, but on a smaller body. As I touched them, the nipples immediately became erect, and a warm feeling began. I walked into the bedroom, and lay on the bed. My hands immediately went to my crotch, and began to rub my clit. My arousal was immediate. I continued and quickly climaxed. What a feeling! It was great! I repeated it a number of times, and then realized that I needed to buy some clothes.
I went through my old wardrobe, and again located a skirt and blouse that would work until I got new clothes. All of the old clothes were way too big except the bras that were too tight. I did notice that the blouse was still tight in the chest.
I poured myself a glass of red wine and got comfortable on my couch. As I read I found myself slowly stroking my
body . I made my way to the bathroom, turned off
all the lights and lit some candles I had nearby. I took off my panties
and noticed how damp I was. I stripped and put my leg up on the toilet
seat and put my hand between my legs. I started to rub my lips
methodically and after a few moments I looked down and I could see my
hand glisten with my juices. I tasted myself, savored it and drew a hot
bath. As I got into the tub I let my chest sit above the water line
and began to stroke my nipples. I spread my legs as far as they could
and I made my way down to my clitoris and lightly flicked and played
with it. I looked around and
found my back scrubber and put the wooden handle between my legs and
pumped it up and down. My already swollen clit took an instant liking to
it. I arched my back and in the candle light I could this giant handle
attack my pussy. I bit my lip as I could feel that old feeling rising in
me. But I knew that I was getting pretty raw from the handle, so I
looked around for something else. In the story, Susan used a shampoo
bottle so I decided to try the same thing. I have one of those bottles
with the ridges up the side for easy gripping so i took it and put that
side up against my screaming clit. I rubbed it furiously up and down my
lips and I could hear my breath start to hitch. My hips were bucking and
water was sloshing over the sides of the tub, but I didn't care. I kept
thinking of Susan in the story and how she did what ever she had to do
to get off, something I admire. "anu anu anu.." I said over and
over. I could imagine her standing over me, stroking my hair, smiling,
watching me cum. Thinking of her brought me over the top. My legs
slammed together as my body was racked by a fierce orgasm. I kept
screaming her name over and over until it had subsided. I could feel a
teardrop in my eye and knew it was there because of the pleasure and
pain of being rubbed raw to climax. I laid in the tub slowly touching
myself with my now trembling fingers. By now my lips were very swollen
and it almost hurt to touch them but I didn't care. I inserted to
fingers into me and I could feel another orgasm rise in me through the
incredible pain/pleasure I was feeling.
As I came, I was sobbing and crying like a girl.
I couldn't believe it! I had tears streaming down my face, my fingers
were ramming in and out of me and I was having one of the most intense
orgasms I have ever had. As the waves of pleasure subsided, I dried
myself off and drained the tub, thinking about what I would be doing
tomorrow night, I smiled and went off to sleep, in my favourite bra…
