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Feeling guilty that it's been so long since I've posted a new story
("G.E.N.E.S.I.S." a few months ago), I found some time over the past
couple of nights and came up with this little trio of stories.
Inspired by a familier TV show with a similar name (Tales from the Crypt),
these stories are a spoof on male chauvinists and what I'd love to do to them
if I had a little magic wand to "ZAP'em" with! Although I do have a couple of
other idea's in the hopper, this will have to do until I find the time to get to
them.
As always, the following transgender story contains sexual descriptions and
innuendo that may not be appropriate for everyone. So if this isn't your cup
of tea, please don't bother to read on.
Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Happy reading,
Jennifer
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TG Tales from the Panty Drawer
(Twisted tales of poetic justice)
by Jennifer
TALE ONE - "Pretty in pink"
I was bent over . . . rummaging through the bottom rack in an effort to find
my size. "5 . . . 5 . . . 5 . . . ah, there we go . . . 7" As I stood up with the
pink panties in my hand, I noticed this guy standing over near the restrooms .
. . he tried to look away quickly, but it was pretty obvious at what he had
been glaring at. "Pervert" I thought as I grabbed my stuff and went over to a
different aisle to continue my shopping. One of my biggest pet peeves with
department stores was why they always had to locate the lingerie section near
a `main drag' in the store. It's embarrassing enough to stand there with other
woman next to you as you pick things out . . . but to feel like the whole
world is watching . . ."What is the deal with some guys?!" I fumed. "What
kind of weirdo stands around and watches women pick out underwear?"
I tried to ignore it and go about my business . . . but I swear I could feel his
gaze from behind me. I casually turned and glanced up. Sure enough, he
quickly turned his head away. "That does it! What is this guys problem? Why
does he have to stare at me like that?"
Completely creeped out and unable to continue shopping . . . I approached
the clerk behind the sales desk. "Is that all for you today miss?" she said
greeting me as I approached the register. "Well actually, I was looking for
some other things, but that guy standing over there by the restrooms is giving
me the creeps. He just keeps staring at me!"
"I'm sorry," she said sympathetically. "Are you talking about the guy in the
navy shirt and gray pants?"
"Yeah, that's him" I said without even turning to look. "Hmm," she said
while looking over in his direction. "If it will put your mind at ease, I'll go
over there and ask him to leave." "Are you sure?" I said with some concern.
"What if he gets ticked off or something? Shouldn't you call store security
instead?" "It's really not that big of a deal. Believe it or not, this won't be the
first time that I've done it. Go ahead and finish shopping, I'll take care of him
for you," She said with a smile.
I was embarrassed to watch the upcoming scene knowing that I had been the
one responsible for getting him tossed out, so turned around and tried to
continue with my shopping.
From behind, I could hear their voices starting to get louder. It sounded like
he was giving her a hard time. I still continued to look the other way until I
heard . . . "Bitch!" yelled out from behind me. I instinctively turned to see
what was going on . . . "That's right bitch . . . I'm talking to YOU!" he said
with an angry glare. I was stunned and completely unable to respond. "Fuck
you! You little pussy . . ." he blurted out as he began to walk away.
I began to shake.
A couple of moments later, the sales woman walked back up to me. "Are you
O.K.?" she asked. "I guess so." I said. She gave me a comforting smile and
said, "I'm sorry for the commotion. Try not to let it bother you . . . he's gone
now." "I'll be alright," I said. "It's just that stuff like this really unnerves
me." "I know," she said. "Some guys are just jerks." "By the way, what did
you say to him that got him so mad?" "Oh not much. I just asked him if I
could help him find something in HIS size" she laughed. I couldn't help but
chuckle along with her. "I wish" I giggled. "I wish".
MEANWHILE, OUT IN THE PARKING LOT . . .
"Fuck that girl! I can't believe that she went and got me tossed out of there.
What's the big deal?!"
As I walked up to my car, I began to feel like my underwear was riding up
my butt. I tried to grab it and pull it back down, but I couldn't seem to grasp
onto anything. As my hand tried to find some loose fabric, I couldn't believe
how tight the seat of my pants seemed across my ass. Within moments, I
began to walk a little strangely . . . my hips beginning to sway with every
step. I stopped and looked down . . . my pants were stretched across my hips
. . . near the point of ripping. "What the f . . .?" I blurted out as I finally
made it to my car.
Making sure that nobody was nearby, I quickly undid my pants and unzipped
them. As I did so, I couldn't believe what I saw. My stomach was completely
hairless, and there . . . just peeking out above my pulled down zipper . . .
was something PINK??
I pulled my pants away from my body so I could get a better look. "How the
hell . . . panties!?" I didn't know how . . . but somehow I was wearing
woman's panties . . . and then it hit me . . . they were just like the one's that
that bitch inside was going to buy!! I quickly reached to zip up my pants. As
I did, my fingernails got in the way! "Wha . . .!!" I gasped.
Sure enough, I had long painted fingernails . . . like a woman! I awkwardly
managed to zip them back up and quickly turned to head back into the store.
I tried to move quickly, but I found my entire center of gravity to be off
center. People were staring oddly at me as I passed . . . I tried to ignore them
and look down at the pavement. As I did so, hair began to fall down into my
eyes. After what seemed like forever, I made it back to the front doors.
Once inside, I frantically searched the lingerie section for any signs of either
the saleswoman or the girl. Nothing until . . . a light tap on my shoulder
startled me from behind. I quickly swung around and found myself staring at
the saleswoman that had just tossed me out a few minutes earlier.
She gave me an eerie smile and stared momentarily at the jiggling mass on my
chest that was now uncomfortably wedged into a man's dress shirt.
"Excuse me miss." She said. "I didn't mean to startle you . . . Can I help you
find anything in your size?"
TALE TWO - "Didn't your mother ever tell you . . ."
"Come on Jackie . . . don't make me go in there. It's embarrassing!" "Oh
grow up Mark. It's not that big-a-deal. Besides, I've got to get my sister a
gift. It won't take that long." "But Jackie . . . It's just that . . ."
Before I could even finish, she grabbed my hand and dragged me in.
As soon as I passed through the doors, I began to blush. I felt like every eye
in the place was on me. I was so out of place. "Hello," a young woman's
voice called out from behind us. "Hello," Jackie responded as we both turned
around. "Is there something I can help you with today?" she asked in a
charming voice. "Just looking around for a gift for my sister," Jackie said.
"Great," she responded. "If there's anything I can help you with . . . just let
me know." "Sure . . . thanks," Jackie said.
As the girl turned to walk away, I felt a sharp pain in my ribcage. "Ouch!" I
said. "Why'd you do that?" "Didn't your mother ever tell you . . . it's
impolite to stare. The last thing she needs is some guy she doesn't know
making her feel like she's a spectacle". "Sorry . . . it's just that she's . . . uh
. . . huge! I mean . . ." "Well what do you expect . . . she's at least eight
months pregnant dummy!"
"I know . . . I know. It's just that it looks so . . . so stupid. I mean . . .
like why doesn't she wear something a little larger . . . you know, that
wouldn't make it quite so obvious?"
"Mark . . . I can't believe you! Sometimes you men are just unbelievable! I'm
not even going to try to explain it. Do me a favor. Since you're so
uncomfortable with being `seen' in here, why don't you just wait for me up
front?"
"Sorry Jackie . . . I didn't mean to tick you off. I just meant that . . ." "Don't
bother trying to rationalize your way out of it. Just wait for me up front.
OK?" "Alright" I said quietly as I turned to walk away. "Sorry".
"Jeez!!" I said to myself as I wandered between the racks. "Women! What a
pain in the ass."
I made my way over to the waiting area near the cashier and sat down. On the
coffee table in front of me was a small pile of magazines that caught my eye.
Just as I started to thumb through them, a woman's voice startled me.
"Hi . . . can I get you something to drink? Some coffee? A soft drink?" My
eyes looked up to see the same sales woman standing in front of me. I tried
not to gawk, but I couldn't help it as my eyes momentarily paused at her
waistline . . . and again at her swollen bust-line. "Uh . . ." I stammered. "I
guess a cup of coffee would be OK. Thanks." "Sure. It's my pleasure," she
said giving me a causal smile.
"Shit. I hope she didn't notice me staring," I thought as she began to walk
away.
A few moments later, the sales woman reappeared. "Here you go sir," she
said as she set the cup and saucer on the table. "Thank you."
"Sure. No problem. Let me know if I can get you anything else." "OK . . .
thanks," I said.
After a few minutes of sitting there reading and sipping my coffee, I began to
tug at the waist of my jeans. "Damn . . . I shouldn't have eaten such a big
lunch," I thought as I felt a rumble in my stomach. A couple more minutes
passed by . . . I was really getting uncomfortable. I reached down and undid
the button in the front of my pants. "Ah . . . much better," I said in relief. But
no sooner did I settle back down, than did the growing tightness reappear
around my waist. I stood up and tried to readjust them. They were really
cutting into me. "Damn," I thought. "I don't get it . . . these fit fine just a few
minutes ago." I decided to go to the bathroom and see what the problem was.
"Uh . . . excuse me miss." I said to the same sales women. "Could you tell
me where the restrooms are?"
"Sure," she said with a strange smile. "Just go around the corner over there
and make a right. It's at the end of the hall. There's only one. It's a unisex."
"Thanks," I said as I turned to head that way.
As I walked, I could feel the waistband digging further and further into my
midsection. I also noticed something else . . . I seemed to be walking a little
funny too.
After making it down the hall, I knocked at the door. "Just a minute." a
woman's voice called out.
Time was running out. I was really beginning to feel some serious pain. I
looked around and saw a vacant changing room. The coast was clear, so I
quickly ducked inside and closed the door behind me. Without even the
slightest hesitation, I grabbed frantically for the zipper.
Once undone, I couldn't believe the sight before me. It wasn't that my jeans
had been tightening . . . it was that my waist had been expanding! "Holy
shit!" I thought. "What the hell's going on?" My stomach seemed huge as it
strained against the confines of my unzipped pants . . . it was unbelievable. It
looked like I'd just gained 15 pounds in the last few minutes!
Hurriedly, I kicked off my shoes and began to pull them down. They were so
tight around my hips . . . my ass . . . I had a hard time with them, but finally
managed to get them off. "Finally . . . relief!" I sighed as they dropped to the
floor. I turned and looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe the sight. My gut .
. . it was huge!
Then I noticed my hands. My nails . . . they were longer?! I glanced up at my
reflection and stared in shock at my face. It had changed . . . my hair was
longer . . . my features . . . softer. "Oh God," I gasped as my voice cracked
into another octave. I tried to clear my throat . . . but with every attempt . . .
my voice only seemed to notch its way further into another register!
Then all at once I began to feel hot . . . sweaty. Every inch of my body was
on fire as my hands slid up and down my distorted figure. They finally came
to rest upon the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts that were almost ready
to snap. I reached down with some difficulty, and began to pull them off. As
I dropped them to the floor, I noticed that my legs had become thinner,
almost spindly . . . the hair on them completely gone.
I stood back up and watched as my stomach continued to bulge outward. As
it did so . . . it slowly caused the front of my shirt to ride upward . . .
exposing my crotch . . . exposing my vagina!!! I reached down in horror . . .
only a few minutes ago . . . I was a well endowed man . . . now . . .
nothing!!!
My hands flew to the void between my legs. "Please . . . somebody help
me!" I tried to say. But I was unable to get it out with any volume.
Just then a strong pressure began to mount in my chest. I looked down and
grabbed my . . . "My God!! No! I'm growing tits!" I squeaked. Within
seconds, I could feel them beginning to swell at an accelerated pace. The
feeling was so bizarre. In less than a minute, they were huge. I grabbed my
shirt and pulled it over my head. I threw it to the floor and turned to take in
the whole view. What stared back, was no longer me . . . there was a woman
there instead . . . a young pregnant woman!!
My stomach and ass continued to swell . . . I began to loose my balance. I
looked down and noticed a network of veins below the surface of my breasts.
They began to feel hard instead of soft. My nipples began to tense up. Firmer
. . . harder . . . damn it hurt! They were so swollen!
Over the next minute . . . time seemed to accelerate. I was helpless as my
body shifted and warped into a configuration that I never could have
imagined. When the tingling stopped . . . I could only stare at my new form.
I put my hands to my face in shock. It was the face of the sales women at the
front desk!! "Oh my God" I squeaked. "How could this be!?" My eyes
looked down at my new shape . . . my back arching uncomfortably to help
me stand. "Somebody," I cried. "Help me!"
I bent over to pickup my clothes from the floor. I had to cover myself up
somehow and get out of here. But as I did, the fabric in my hands seemed
wrong. I did a double take as I noticed that my clothes had changed too.
There in my hands, was a pile of clothing . . . just like the sales woman had
been wearing a few moments ago!
I couldn't rationalize it, and this certainly wasn't the time to try to figure it all
out. I had to find Jackie . . . and find her quickly. I gulped hard as
I slipped on the only clothes available to me. A minute or so later, I frantically
emerged from the dressing area and began to scan the store for any sign of
Jackie or the saleswoman. Off to the side I heard the jingle of the bells . . .
the bells that chimed when someone entered or exited the store. I quickly
turned and glanced that way.
My mouth dropped to the floor as I saw Jackie walking out of the store with .
. . MYSELF!!
Sensing my gaze . . . my former self turned and waived back at me. "Thanks
for the coffee miss . . . and oh . . . I'm sorry if I offended you earlier . . . I
didn't mean to stare".
TALE THREE - "Headlights"
It was a beautiful summer's day at the beach in Southern California . . . mid
80's, a slight breeze, and not a cloud in the sky. The ocean provided the
perfect backdrop as my girlfriend Linda and I relaxed, worked on our tans,
and checked out the `scenery' as it passed by.
"Hey Kathy, check it out. Look at the guy coming this way." Linda said with
a snicker in her voice. "Which one?" I said as I turned my head to look. "That
one over there in the white T-shirt, the one who's walking towards us . . . he
thinks he's way too cool."
As I squinted through my sunglasses into the bright mid-day sun, I made- out
the cute guy that Linda was referring to. He seemed pretty good looking from
about 30 feet away . . . medium build, dark brown hair, and a killer tan that
was set off even more by the bright yellow swim trunks that he wore. I was
fairly impressed until he came a bit closer. As he did so, I was able to get a
better look at he T-shirt that he was wearing. It was one of those trashy T-
shirts from a local sports bar/restaurant chain that that featured waitresses in
skimpy outfits with tight T-shirts that showed off their "Headlights". "Such a
marvelous name for a restaurant," I said sarcastically to myself. "How
degrading." I turned to Linda and said, "What a loser . . . does he actually
think he's impressing women by wearing that?"
As he passed by, he tried to give us a macho smile . . . I couldn't help it but
roll my eyes in disgust.
"What an asshole!" I said under my breath. Linda couldn't help but snicker
along.
AN HOUR OR SO LATER . . .
"Wow, it's really hot. Do you feel like walking with me to get something to
drink?"
"Sure," Linda responded. "I'm dying too".
We got up, brushed the sand off of ourselves and headed over to a little
concession stand that sold an assortment of food and drinks.
As we stood in line, my eyes momentarily wandered over to the line next to
us . . . I quickly elbowed Linda, pointed, and whispered in her ear. "Hey . .
. look over there. It's the jerk with the T-shirt." We both turned are heads and
began to giggle softly.
He must have caught our reflection in the glass of the concession stand
because he immediately stepped out of his line and began to walk over
towards us. I gulped hard . . . not knowing what he was going to say or do.
"Is there some sort of problem?" he said in a annoyed tone of voice. "No . . .
not really." I said meekly. "So what's with the laughing and finger pointing?
Is there something glued on my forehead!?"
"Not your forehead" Linda said as her eyes scanned the writing on his T-
shirt. "Oh" he said definitely. "You've got a problem with my shirt?" "Hey
pal" I abruptly interjected. "You can wear whatever you want . . . it's just
that it's a little on the insulting side." "Get real!" he laughed. "There's
nothing wrong with my shirt. Both of you are probably jealous because
you're too flat chested to get a job there yourself!!" He tilted down his
sunglasses and stared directly at our boobs. "You're a pig!!" I quipped in
anger. "Come on Linda, let's get out of here."
Fuming, and feeling humiliated . . . we both headed back towards our towels
on the beach. "I swear to God Linda . . . guys like that . . ." "I know, I
know. Don't let it get to you . . . he just some jerk" she said. "It's just that I
wish . . ."
"Don't even waste the time" she interrupted. "You know Linda . . . I'm just
too ticked off to stay here anymore. Do you mind if we call it a day?"
"Sure. If you want, we can stop somewhere on the way home and get a drink
or something."
Soon, we were packing up our stuff and heading back towards the car.
A LITTLE WAYS DOWN THE BEACH . . .
"I can't believe those two chicks!" I fumed. "If they don't like my shirt, they
can just kiss my ass!!"
I was really ticked off, "What a pair of bitc . . . " I started to say when my
attention was drawn elsewhere.
"Whoa . . . check out the jugs on that babe," I mumbled under my breath as I
noticed a young blonde in a skimpy white bikini coming my way. I quickly
adjusted my sunglasses to make sure that they were hiding my gaze. They
were mirrored . . . so I knew that she couldn't tell I was staring, but she
seemed to give me an odd look anyway as she passed.
As I continued to stand there and people-watch for a while, I became
increasingly aware that just about everyone who walked by was giving me
the 'once-over'. Feeling quite unnerved and extremely self-conscious, I
decided to head to the restroom to see for myself what the problem was.
"Shit!" I said in bewilderment. "What the hell could everyone be staring at?"
I hastily made my way to a small stucco building that housed the restrooms.
There I rounded the corner of the men's room entrance and wandered
nonchalantly over to a nearby mirror. I looked normal . . . until my eyes
panned down to my swimsuit. My jaw dropped to the floor in shock.
"Jesus" I blurted out. "How in the fuc . . ."
In a panic, I quickly ran outside and hurried to the first safe place I could
think of . . . the back of the building, where hopefully nobody could see me.
There I huddled near some bushes and tried to regain my composure. Within
moments, a wave of nausea began to overtake me. I leaned over and began to
feel sick to my stomach.
MEANWHILE . . . ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BUILDING
"I'll be right back Linda . . . I've gotta use the bathroom." "Sure. I'll wait for
you right here," she replied as she sat down on a nearby bench.
Inside, I waited a minute or so for a stall to free up. Once one did, I used the
facilities and then headed over to a sink to wash my hands and fix-up my hair
a little bit. As I was doing so, I caught the reflection of a young teenage girl
entering the restroom. She seemed to look somewhat dazed, almost confused
as she gazed down peculiarly at her long brown hair flowing through her
fingers.
Obviously preoccupied and not paying attention to where she was going, she
abruptly bumped into the countertop. There, she let go of her hair and looked
forward into the mirror. She raised her hands to either side of her face and
stared at her reflection as if she'd never seen it before. After a couple of
seconds, her eyes began to scan slowly down over her body . . .
momentarily pausing at each part of her over-endowed anatomy.
Then, as if in a trance, she reached down and began to rub her hands over her
long tan legs. Soon after, they had migrated up to her rear-end where her
fingers began to trace the outline of her flaming yellow string-bikini bottom.
As they made there way around to the front, her hands made the short detour
to her jutting hips and smooth stomach.
By now, two or three other woman had also paused to take in the odd scene.
Offended . . . Curious . . . embarrassed . . . the looks on their faces said it
all. But the girl remained oblivious as she spread her legs slightly and firmly
slid her hand down the front of her bathing suit.
"Oh my God!" one woman gasped as she turned in abhorrence to walk away.
Another could only stand there with her hand up over her mouth. One lady
grabbed her daughter and quickly dragged her out of the room.
Watching another woman grope at herself like that made me extremely
uncomfortable. Like the others, I too had seen enough. "This girl's got some
problems!" I thought as I gathered my composure and turned to head out the
door. As I passed her by, I couldn't help but give her a look of disgust.
She caught my expression in the mirror, and like a kid getting caught with his
hand in the cookie jar, abruptly pulled her hand away.
As she awkwardly tugged at her T-shirt in an effort to cover herself up, my
eyes were momentarily drawn to the bright colors on the front of her T-shirt.
I did a double take as my eyes almost popped from my head . . .
"Headlights?!" It was bad enough seeing a guy wear one of those . . . but a
girl!?
"How unbelievable," I said out loud as I turned to walk away. "It looks like
the asshole has a twin!"
The End (To be continued?)
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