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Early in the morning, I parked the van in the multi-storey car park and sat there looking out over the rooftops of the shopping centre which serviced the needs of this drab London suburb, without really noticing what I was looking at. My mind was elsewhere.
It was a major decision I was taking; the potential for disaster was huge, but the rewards, if it all worked as promised, would be immense: a dream come true, if only for a day.
I looked down to the small pill case in my hand, surprised that I was holding it, as I did not remember having taken it out of my pocket. I flipped open the lid and looked at the contents. There was just one pink pill, no larger and no more prepossessing than any other pill I had ever seen, except maybe for the colour and - I looked closer - a small, white, Chinese character on the side of the pill. The man who I had bought it from, for over £200, had been very clear in his instructions to me. The effect would only last for 24 hours and I should plan everything out for that day, down to the last detail. I should aim to not miss a moment, as I could only do this once, as to take a second pill may kill me.
I closed the lid of the pill box again and sat back, shutting my eyes, to go through the plan in my head again. I had spent weeks planning for this moment, I could not have forgotten anything!
My eyes snapped open. I was wasting valuable time. I was procrastinating because of my nerves. I climbed out of the van and gave the reflection in the van's window a stern look. Then, a moment of doubt and my hand rubbed my chin. Should I have shaved? Well too late now - if I returned home to shave, I may never come back here again. I refocused my eyes through the window to check that I had not left anything behind that I might need and stepped round to the back of the van. I opened the back door and looked in to the neatly organised results of my weeks of planning. I climbed in, sat on the chair I had placed there, switched on the small light and shut the van door. I locked the van from inside so I would not be disturbed, then panicked - suppose I could not get back out! I pulled the handle and the dismal grey car park was once again revealed to me. I sighed, shook my head at myself and closed and locked the door again. Pull yourself together!
In the dim light cast by the van's interior lamp, I plugged in and switched on the brighter light of the battery pack. I found my bottle of water and took a quick swig; my nerves had made my mouth dry. Right! It was now or never. I took a deep breath, popped the pill into my mouth and took a good swig of water. I then shut my eyes, sat back and waited.
Nothing!
My stomach gurgled loudly in the quiet of the van. I opened my eyes and looked across at the reflection in the long mirror opposite me. My familiar face looked back. What a waste of money! Disappointment started to wash over me. My reflection started to blur; was I actually crying? But when I looked at the finger which had just rubbed my eye it was dry. As I stared at it, my finger seemed to be getting smaller, narrower. I extended all my fingers, opening my hand in front of my face. It was not just my finger, my hand was also shrinking. It seemed to be changing shape and texture too. The callouses were softening, the lines on my palm were becoming shallower.
In excitement, I dropped my hand and looked back to the mirror. My reflection was still very blurry. "What the...!?" I felt something crawling down my neck, spider-like. I jumped and moved to slap it away and only found long hair, but in the sudden movement I had knocked my glasses askew and when I looked back to the mirror, no longer looking through the lenses, I knew that magical pink pill was working.
The reflection was no longer of a middle-aged man, with hair going grey and too much belly. The clothes were the same, but the shape inside them had changed. Was still changing.
I jumped to my feet - and banged my head on the roof of the van. I grabbed the top of my head and sat back down. My hands felt a full head of hair: long, luscious hair, no bald spot. I moved my elbows apart and looked back at the reflection.
Looking back at me, in what were becoming badly fitting clothes was a woman - looking a bit like my ugly twin sister if I had one. As I watched, fascinated, the greyness of the stubble on my chin was changing, smoothing, pinkening. The shape of my jaw was changing too, my jaw bones were moving inwards, making my face more pointed. I was aware of a dull ache in my jaw, like I had just eaten a particularly chewy toffee. I continued looking at my face; my nose, which was quite broad and large was narrowing, reducing, turning up at the end, and the indent below my brow was filling, making my eyes deeper, larger. I was aware of a dull ache in my face as these changes gradually happened. My receding hairline was coming forward and my hair was darkening, browning back from the grey it had become. My skin was smoothing, I was now looking like a less ugly twin sister!
My eyes travelled down the reflection in the mirror. The clothes looked - and now felt - wrong. I wondered what the body inside them looked like. But I realised that I didn't have to wonder! I stood up - more tentatively this time and started to unbutton my shirt, hands shaking with excitement. My wrists brushed against something - breasts! I slowed down the rate of my unbuttoning, enjoying looking at the skin gradually being revealed; much smoother than my usual skin - and with no hair on my chest, not that I had much, but now there was none. My fingers undid the last button and the shirt hung with a gap of a few inches apart, revealing a much flatter tummy than I was used to seeing. I slowly pulled the two bottom sides of my shirt apart, revealing more of my smooth, hairless belly. Gradually the two halves of the shirt moved apart. I could feel the roughness of the shirt sliding over my nipples. I realised I was holding my breath, not blinking as the last inch of the shirt slid away each side of a perky pink nipple; the sensation of the last rough stitching of the shirt travelling over my nipples producing an involuntary shiver in me from the wonderful sensation.
I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. I looked down at myself, for the first time not looking in the mirror, to the unusual sight of smooth, hairless skin and perky boobs and the ripe, pink, protruding nipples. My gaze passed on to my jeans, which were now loose and saggy around the waist, held up now by my wider hips. I unbuttoned them and let them drop, automatically wiggling to help them on their way. I looked at myself in the mirror and wiggled again. My god, I was sexy!
I stepped out of the crumpled heap of denim, losing my shoes as I did so, realising how much my feet must have shrunk. My boxer shorts were also hanging strangely and I slipped them off to looking with relish in the mirror as I performed my sexy wiggle again. I looked to where my cock must be standing to attention, judging from how turned on I felt, only to see nothing but a neat bush of brown hair.
I moved my feet apart a little more and tentatively reached down below the bush, to feel soft vaginal lips. Instead of a rock-hard cock, my arousal betrayed itself as heat and moistness. I ran my finger along the crack of my new vagina and let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. I sat back on the chair and parted my legs, then parted my pussy lips so I could see myself in the mirror. I ran that finger along my vagina a few more times, then let it slide into the hot moist opening. Oh my god! That was incredible! I looked at the reflection of my body as I gently, even cautiously began to masturbate. Had my breasts got even larger? I squinted directly at them. I am sure they had. The hand, not engaged in rubbing my vagina moved up my body and moved over my right breast, fingers gently brushing the nipple. Oh, shit, that felt amazing too. My skin was alive with sensation as my middle finger continued to slide in and out of my pussy. My index finger joined it. Then they found my clit. I moaned louder and closed my eyes, living through each sensation. I snapped them open again to look at myself in the mirror. Looking back was a stunningly beautiful woman masturbating in a van above a pile of discarded male clothing: fingers now rapidly sliding in and out of her shining, wet cunt, while her other hand squeezed and rubbed her tits. The sight was the final straw and I had my first orgasm as a woman, bucking forward and back on the chair, which somehow stayed upright, completely consumed in the most incredible sensation. I now understood how it felt like for a woman, with waves of heat and pleasure ebbing and flowing through my whole body for second after precious second until I could cope no more. I slumped into a heap, exhausted. I vowed to myself to have as many orgasms today as I could manage.
After some moments to gather myself, I looked back in the mirror. I was now looking at a very beautiful woman. I seem to have lost 10-15 years in age. My boobs now looked to be a C or D cup even, and my figure was stunning, slim waist, wide hips and incredible legs. I was going to have fun in this body, but couldn't spend the day sitting on the van.
I looked over to the rack of clothes I had been secretly purchasing for the last few months. Of course, I could not have known what size I would be, or what would suit me, so there was a range. I opened a bag containing different sizes of underwear, first pulling out a pair of large "Bridget Jones" knickers. I discarded them and pulled out a black lacy thong. I pulled it on and it fitted perfectly. I looked in the mirror and smiled. Oh, man!
Next out of the bag came a lace, black suspender belt. I put it round my waist, but it was too loose. I dug again and came up with one two sizes smaller. Next I opened a pack of sheer black stockings. It took me a couple of attempts before I had them right. Next came the choice of bra. I had guessed right, I was between a C and D cup. In the end I chose a lacy, white C cup, because of how it pushed my new tits upwards. Nice rack! I thought.
My eye travelled along to the few party dresses, hanging on a rack on their coat hangers. My favourite one was a gold dress - consisting of not much material - with a short skirt, low cut top, plunging back, and the rest figure-hugging. I wondered if I had the figure for it, how it would look. I tried it on and looked in the mirror. I would have to lose the bra, but the rest was fantastic. Best of all, the dress would fold very small and not crease: I could take it with me to wear in the evening later. I took it back off and put it on the chair. Instead I chose a white, sleeveless blouse, with buttons that could be left undone, if required and a tight, short black skirt, which just covered my stocking tops. I chose a pair of shoes, whose heels were not too high - I wasn't sure how practiced I would be in walking in high heels and put them on. I put on a necklace, bracelet - with some difficulty (how did girls do this?!) and even a nice feminine watch, I had bought as an afterthought during my preparations.
Now I was on to the final accessories. I picked up a black handbag and carefully folded the gold dress into it. This left me enough room for a couple of other items: a spare thong, the cheap pay-as-you-go mobile phone I had bought, a wedge of cash and, after a few good sprays, my favourite ladies' perfume, sunglasses, a hairbrush, then after some very careful application, a lipstick. That had been something I had practiced for a few weeks: applying lipstick. Having looked at myself in the mirror, even by the less than perfect lighting in the van, I didn't need much make-up; I was gorgeous! But, as a man, I had always liked lipstick on a girl - so sexy!
I stood back to admire the effect. Perfect!
I opened the door of the van and stepped back out to the car park. A few more cars had arrived in the hour or so that I had been in the van, but the car park was devoid of people. I took the small magnetic box from the back of the van, locked the van, put the key in the box and affixed it, well out of view, in one of the wheel arches. I double checked that nobody had seen me, took a deep breath, and started the walk to the car park exit; to the outside world and adventure.
To be continued...
It was a major decision I was taking; the potential for disaster was huge, but the rewards, if it all worked as promised, would be immense: a dream come true, if only for a day.
I looked down to the small pill case in my hand, surprised that I was holding it, as I did not remember having taken it out of my pocket. I flipped open the lid and looked at the contents. There was just one pink pill, no larger and no more prepossessing than any other pill I had ever seen, except maybe for the colour and - I looked closer - a small, white, Chinese character on the side of the pill. The man who I had bought it from, for over £200, had been very clear in his instructions to me. The effect would only last for 24 hours and I should plan everything out for that day, down to the last detail. I should aim to not miss a moment, as I could only do this once, as to take a second pill may kill me.
I closed the lid of the pill box again and sat back, shutting my eyes, to go through the plan in my head again. I had spent weeks planning for this moment, I could not have forgotten anything!
My eyes snapped open. I was wasting valuable time. I was procrastinating because of my nerves. I climbed out of the van and gave the reflection in the van's window a stern look. Then, a moment of doubt and my hand rubbed my chin. Should I have shaved? Well too late now - if I returned home to shave, I may never come back here again. I refocused my eyes through the window to check that I had not left anything behind that I might need and stepped round to the back of the van. I opened the back door and looked in to the neatly organised results of my weeks of planning. I climbed in, sat on the chair I had placed there, switched on the small light and shut the van door. I locked the van from inside so I would not be disturbed, then panicked - suppose I could not get back out! I pulled the handle and the dismal grey car park was once again revealed to me. I sighed, shook my head at myself and closed and locked the door again. Pull yourself together!
In the dim light cast by the van's interior lamp, I plugged in and switched on the brighter light of the battery pack. I found my bottle of water and took a quick swig; my nerves had made my mouth dry. Right! It was now or never. I took a deep breath, popped the pill into my mouth and took a good swig of water. I then shut my eyes, sat back and waited.
Nothing!
My stomach gurgled loudly in the quiet of the van. I opened my eyes and looked across at the reflection in the long mirror opposite me. My familiar face looked back. What a waste of money! Disappointment started to wash over me. My reflection started to blur; was I actually crying? But when I looked at the finger which had just rubbed my eye it was dry. As I stared at it, my finger seemed to be getting smaller, narrower. I extended all my fingers, opening my hand in front of my face. It was not just my finger, my hand was also shrinking. It seemed to be changing shape and texture too. The callouses were softening, the lines on my palm were becoming shallower.
In excitement, I dropped my hand and looked back to the mirror. My reflection was still very blurry. "What the...!?" I felt something crawling down my neck, spider-like. I jumped and moved to slap it away and only found long hair, but in the sudden movement I had knocked my glasses askew and when I looked back to the mirror, no longer looking through the lenses, I knew that magical pink pill was working.
The reflection was no longer of a middle-aged man, with hair going grey and too much belly. The clothes were the same, but the shape inside them had changed. Was still changing.
I jumped to my feet - and banged my head on the roof of the van. I grabbed the top of my head and sat back down. My hands felt a full head of hair: long, luscious hair, no bald spot. I moved my elbows apart and looked back at the reflection.
Looking back at me, in what were becoming badly fitting clothes was a woman - looking a bit like my ugly twin sister if I had one. As I watched, fascinated, the greyness of the stubble on my chin was changing, smoothing, pinkening. The shape of my jaw was changing too, my jaw bones were moving inwards, making my face more pointed. I was aware of a dull ache in my jaw, like I had just eaten a particularly chewy toffee. I continued looking at my face; my nose, which was quite broad and large was narrowing, reducing, turning up at the end, and the indent below my brow was filling, making my eyes deeper, larger. I was aware of a dull ache in my face as these changes gradually happened. My receding hairline was coming forward and my hair was darkening, browning back from the grey it had become. My skin was smoothing, I was now looking like a less ugly twin sister!
My eyes travelled down the reflection in the mirror. The clothes looked - and now felt - wrong. I wondered what the body inside them looked like. But I realised that I didn't have to wonder! I stood up - more tentatively this time and started to unbutton my shirt, hands shaking with excitement. My wrists brushed against something - breasts! I slowed down the rate of my unbuttoning, enjoying looking at the skin gradually being revealed; much smoother than my usual skin - and with no hair on my chest, not that I had much, but now there was none. My fingers undid the last button and the shirt hung with a gap of a few inches apart, revealing a much flatter tummy than I was used to seeing. I slowly pulled the two bottom sides of my shirt apart, revealing more of my smooth, hairless belly. Gradually the two halves of the shirt moved apart. I could feel the roughness of the shirt sliding over my nipples. I realised I was holding my breath, not blinking as the last inch of the shirt slid away each side of a perky pink nipple; the sensation of the last rough stitching of the shirt travelling over my nipples producing an involuntary shiver in me from the wonderful sensation.
I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. I looked down at myself, for the first time not looking in the mirror, to the unusual sight of smooth, hairless skin and perky boobs and the ripe, pink, protruding nipples. My gaze passed on to my jeans, which were now loose and saggy around the waist, held up now by my wider hips. I unbuttoned them and let them drop, automatically wiggling to help them on their way. I looked at myself in the mirror and wiggled again. My god, I was sexy!
I stepped out of the crumpled heap of denim, losing my shoes as I did so, realising how much my feet must have shrunk. My boxer shorts were also hanging strangely and I slipped them off to looking with relish in the mirror as I performed my sexy wiggle again. I looked to where my cock must be standing to attention, judging from how turned on I felt, only to see nothing but a neat bush of brown hair.
I moved my feet apart a little more and tentatively reached down below the bush, to feel soft vaginal lips. Instead of a rock-hard cock, my arousal betrayed itself as heat and moistness. I ran my finger along the crack of my new vagina and let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. I sat back on the chair and parted my legs, then parted my pussy lips so I could see myself in the mirror. I ran that finger along my vagina a few more times, then let it slide into the hot moist opening. Oh my god! That was incredible! I looked at the reflection of my body as I gently, even cautiously began to masturbate. Had my breasts got even larger? I squinted directly at them. I am sure they had. The hand, not engaged in rubbing my vagina moved up my body and moved over my right breast, fingers gently brushing the nipple. Oh, shit, that felt amazing too. My skin was alive with sensation as my middle finger continued to slide in and out of my pussy. My index finger joined it. Then they found my clit. I moaned louder and closed my eyes, living through each sensation. I snapped them open again to look at myself in the mirror. Looking back was a stunningly beautiful woman masturbating in a van above a pile of discarded male clothing: fingers now rapidly sliding in and out of her shining, wet cunt, while her other hand squeezed and rubbed her tits. The sight was the final straw and I had my first orgasm as a woman, bucking forward and back on the chair, which somehow stayed upright, completely consumed in the most incredible sensation. I now understood how it felt like for a woman, with waves of heat and pleasure ebbing and flowing through my whole body for second after precious second until I could cope no more. I slumped into a heap, exhausted. I vowed to myself to have as many orgasms today as I could manage.
After some moments to gather myself, I looked back in the mirror. I was now looking at a very beautiful woman. I seem to have lost 10-15 years in age. My boobs now looked to be a C or D cup even, and my figure was stunning, slim waist, wide hips and incredible legs. I was going to have fun in this body, but couldn't spend the day sitting on the van.
I looked over to the rack of clothes I had been secretly purchasing for the last few months. Of course, I could not have known what size I would be, or what would suit me, so there was a range. I opened a bag containing different sizes of underwear, first pulling out a pair of large "Bridget Jones" knickers. I discarded them and pulled out a black lacy thong. I pulled it on and it fitted perfectly. I looked in the mirror and smiled. Oh, man!
Next out of the bag came a lace, black suspender belt. I put it round my waist, but it was too loose. I dug again and came up with one two sizes smaller. Next I opened a pack of sheer black stockings. It took me a couple of attempts before I had them right. Next came the choice of bra. I had guessed right, I was between a C and D cup. In the end I chose a lacy, white C cup, because of how it pushed my new tits upwards. Nice rack! I thought.
My eye travelled along to the few party dresses, hanging on a rack on their coat hangers. My favourite one was a gold dress - consisting of not much material - with a short skirt, low cut top, plunging back, and the rest figure-hugging. I wondered if I had the figure for it, how it would look. I tried it on and looked in the mirror. I would have to lose the bra, but the rest was fantastic. Best of all, the dress would fold very small and not crease: I could take it with me to wear in the evening later. I took it back off and put it on the chair. Instead I chose a white, sleeveless blouse, with buttons that could be left undone, if required and a tight, short black skirt, which just covered my stocking tops. I chose a pair of shoes, whose heels were not too high - I wasn't sure how practiced I would be in walking in high heels and put them on. I put on a necklace, bracelet - with some difficulty (how did girls do this?!) and even a nice feminine watch, I had bought as an afterthought during my preparations.
Now I was on to the final accessories. I picked up a black handbag and carefully folded the gold dress into it. This left me enough room for a couple of other items: a spare thong, the cheap pay-as-you-go mobile phone I had bought, a wedge of cash and, after a few good sprays, my favourite ladies' perfume, sunglasses, a hairbrush, then after some very careful application, a lipstick. That had been something I had practiced for a few weeks: applying lipstick. Having looked at myself in the mirror, even by the less than perfect lighting in the van, I didn't need much make-up; I was gorgeous! But, as a man, I had always liked lipstick on a girl - so sexy!
I stood back to admire the effect. Perfect!
I opened the door of the van and stepped back out to the car park. A few more cars had arrived in the hour or so that I had been in the van, but the car park was devoid of people. I took the small magnetic box from the back of the van, locked the van, put the key in the box and affixed it, well out of view, in one of the wheel arches. I double checked that nobody had seen me, took a deep breath, and started the walk to the car park exit; to the outside world and adventure.
To be continued...
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