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Andrew
by Grimbo
Andrew slowly woke to the distant sound of a woman's voice.
"Well sleepyhead," it said. "I'm glad you have finally awoken.
You may be wondering were you are so I'll tell you. You're back inside
Shannon's Boutique. You remember my store don't you? You came in here
last week with your girlfriend and knocked a lot of the clothes off the
rack. If my memory serves me, your comment was 'Let the staff pick them
up. After all, that's what they get paid for.' Well, it took me over an
hour to get the clothes pressed and back on the racks. That's time that
I could have spent getting some extra sales. So now, I'm going to get
you back."
Andrew looked around him. The woman wasn't joking. He was
sitting in the "boyfriend" chair near the dressing rooms at the back of
the shop. Forming a semi-circle in front of him was a series of clothing
racks overfilled with woman's clothing. Off in the distance, he could
see the mall entrance for the store. He stood up and began walking
towards the clothing racks.
Just as Andrew was about to touch the rack in front of him, the
voice came back.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the voice said.
"Why not. It's in my way and I'm leaving this store."
"Because, I'm a witch and I've cast a spell on all the clothing
in this store. One touch and you will be compelled to put the garment
on. Once you're wearing it, it will change the part of your body that it
touches into a woman's body part."
Andrew's face formed a scowl. "You're out of your mind. There's
no way you could do that. Magic doesn't exist."
"It doesn't, does it?" the voice said with a slight snicker in
it. "I guess a demonstration is in order."
With that, there was a flash of light behind Andrew and then a
finger tapped him on the shoulder. Spinning around, Andrew saw a woman
standing behind him. "Voila!" she said to him.
She was 5' 6" and about 125 lbs. Long black hair hung from her
head to about mid back and straight as an arrow. She had a body to die
for. Andrew guessed that her dimensions 36C-24-34 and the black, floor
length, body hugging gown showed the curves to perfection. The slit on
the dress revealed on of her shapely legs encased in black nylon and in a
show that had a spiked 3" heel. It was now that he did remember the
store and the event that lead him here. But, he still wasn't convinced
that she could do any magic.
"How do I know that you didn't just flash a spotlight and then
come out of one of the dressing rooms?" he asked her.
"Well, I'll give you some more proof." With that, she reached
out and grabbed Andrew's hands with hers. He felt a little tingling at
the tips and then she released them.
"Look at your finger tips," she said.
Andrew did and saw the best manicuring and nail polishing job he
had ever seen in his life. No girlfriend of his had ever sported a
better set of inch long nails. Topping the length off was a coat of
bright red polish. If it wasn't for the overly masculine hands they were
on, he would have been real happy with them. As they were his hand, he
looked up at her in shock.
"What..what have you done?" he asked nervously.
"Just a little sample of things to come."
Now a full believer in magic, Andrew said, "Change them back."
"Nope. I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget."
"Ok. Since you won't to it voluntarily, I'll force you to."
Andrew lunged at her with fury in his eyes and his hands reached
for her neck. Just as he got to the point where his hands would wrap
around her neck, she disappeared. Andrew could hear her laughter echoing
in the distance.
"Now, now little man," her voice said. "I can't condone violence
in my store. I'll just add that to the list of things you need to make
amends for. As for the punishment, it starts now!!"
Andrew looked one more time at his fingernails and started to
wonder what he was going to do. When he looked up, he noticed that the
racks of clothing were slowly moving towards him. He backed up and ran
into the door of a dressing room. Reaching behind him, he tried to open
the door but couldn't since it was locked. The clothes racks were about
two feet away from him and inching closer.
Dropping to the ground, Andrew saw that there was enough room for
him to squeeze under the racks and not touch the clothes. This was
assuming that the witch would make them drop off the rack and on him.
Hoping that he could react before she thought of doing it, Andrew crawled
under the rack in front of him. Just as he pulled his foot out from
under the rack, all the clothes fell to the ground. He looked at his
foot and saw a suede skirt about one inch from him.
Andrew stood up and looked back at the racks. They had reached
the door to the dressing room and were bumping against the door, dropping
the articles of clothing to the floor.
"That was close," said the witch's voice. "But I know that in
the end you'll learn your lesson."
"I don't think so," Andrew said under his breath. "No one tells
me what to do or when to do it."
Andrew set off down an isle towards the front of the store. He
had to walk sideways through most of the store to not touch anything.
About half way to the front, Andrew came to an opening where a mannequin
was on display. He walked up to it and started to move slowly around it,
not letting his eyes of it.
"Knowing that witch," he thought, "she might bring it alive and
then it will be curtains for my purple helmed warrior."
Andrew had gotten about half way around the mannequin when he
heard a noise behind him. Jumping in surprise and turning around to
investigate, Andrew hit the arm of the mannequin and sent it flying
towards the floor. Instinctively, Andrew reached out and grabbed at the
mannequin to stop it's fall and was able to grab a handful of fiery red
hair. Unfortunately, the hair was from the wig, which promptly stayed in
his hand as the rest of the mannequin fell to the floor.
Andrew looked down at the wig in his hand and realized what a
mistake he had done. He could feel an urge to pt the wig on. An urge
driven by a slight increase in blood flow to his dick. Andrew
immediately threw the wig down only to pick it back up. His dick had
become completely hard at this point and was starting to become a little
painful. He needed release. A release that he somehow knew would only
come when he put the wig on. Kneeling on the ground with his head bowed,
Andrew gave in and pulled the wig over his brown hair. Andrew felt a
strange tingle on his scalp for about a minute. When the tingle stopped,
his dick exploded it's load all in his underpants, soaking them and the
front of his shorts thoroughly. Glad for the release, Andrew reached up
to pull the wig off. Grabbing a handful of hair, he tugged and was
greeted with a jolt of pain. It dawned on him that the wig was no longer
a wig, but it was now his real hair. Andrew heard the sounds of a
woman's laughter in the distance. He stood up and the locks of hair fell
around the sides of his face and down his back. The hair stopped just
short of the middle of his back. If he didn't believe in magic before,
he did now.
Andrew looked in the direction of the mall and saw that the
mannequin was blocking the direction he wanted to head. The only other
isle out of the display area was off to the left and a little to the back
side of the area and it moved away from the mall entrance. His only
other choice was to try to crawl under the racks of clothes, but one look
showed that there were so many dresses that came to the floor that he
would probably end up running into one of them. Taking the back isle
exit, Andrew hoped that it would turn and direct him back towards the
front of the shop. Sliding more carefully than ever, Andrew continued to
follow the isle towards the rear of the shop.
About twenty feet from the display area, the isle forked. One
fork went straight back towards where he had started from while the other
on went towards the front left corner of the store. Without any doubt,
Andrew took the one that headed to the front of the store.
While walking, the cum soaked underwear and shorts started to
become uncomfortable. Andrew got to a point where the isle actually
opened up enough that there was room for two of him to walk between the
clothes. He stopped and pulled his shorts and underwear off without
hesitating. "Better to be comfortable than to be modest," he thought.
He held onto the legs of his shorts and underwear by hooking them over a
finger, keeping the soaked part away from his legs.
Continuing on, the isle stayed about the same size and then
turned towards the left side of the boutique. After about a minute,
Andrew came to an opening. On the opposite side of the opening, was a
wall with hundreds of panties hanging on hangers. Between him and this
wall of panties were a few display tables with panties crowding the tops
of them. Towards the front of the store was an isle leading away from
this section. Losing no time, Andrew headed towards this opening. On
his way to the front, his shorts caught on the edge of one of the
tables. As Andrew noticed the drag caused by this action, he saw the
table come up off the floor and was quick enough to back off so that the
table came slowly back down. Unfortunately, the movement of the table
was enough to knock a pair of black thong panties onto the floor with out
him noticing. Andrew stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow
and then took a step towards the exit isle. As he got to the isle, he
felt that feeling of desire again.
"What the hell," he said out loud. "I didn't touch anything. My
shorts didn't even touch anything. She must be cheating."
Andrew tried to continue to walk, but the feelings intensified
and his member started to ache for release. Andrew turned around and
headed back to the table and looked on the floor. There was the black
thong and he immediately knew he had stepped on them. Reaching down,
Andrew pick the thong up and stared at them. His dick felt like it was
on fire.
"Go ahead," came the voice of the witch. "You can't resist.
It'll feel so much better once you've put them on. You know that you
need to."
Andrew stood as still as a statue holding the panties in both
hands. As a tear began to flow from his eye, he bent over and stepped
into the thong. Sliding it up his legs, the pain Andrew felt began to
lessen. As they slid over his balls and the back disappeared up his butt
crack, Andrew felt the tingle begin that meant the loss of his manhood.
At this point, he knew the witch would win. Andrew curled up in a ball
on the floor and waited for the tingle to end. when it ended, the
wave of the orgasm that flushed over him was more intense than any orgasm
he had ever felt. When it was over, he laid on the floor and cried while
feeling for his missing member.
For five minutes he lay there.
"Get up," he heard. "Get up I say and take the punishment like a man."
"Leave me alone you bitch!!!" he screamed. "Isn't taking my
manhood enough for you?"
"Of course not. You still look like a guy. Except for you
missing dick, you could cut your hair and pass yourself off. Of course,
you can't stand at the urinal to pee anymore and public showers will be a
hassle. But that's not what I want. Your lesson won't end until the
transformation is complete."
Andrew slowly stood up. "I'm going to beat you. You may have
taken my dick away, but you can't take my pride."
"Oh, sounds like a challenge. And I'm not without compassion.
I've broken a part of you and there's no way you'll ever get that part
back. Well, here's what I'll do. If you can get out of this store with
one part of you not changed, I'll revert you back to being a man
completely. If not, you become my female slave for me to do with as I
please."
"And what if I don't agree to this?"
"I'll complete the transformation now and send you out in the
world without any identification, money, and I'll drop your ID and up
your sexual desires. You'll end up as a hooker on some street corner if
you're lucky."
"Damned if I do, damned if I don't."
"Yep, but you can get out of being damned if you do."
"OK..I accept your challenge."
"Good, now get going."
Andrew looked at his shorts and male underwear lying on the floor
where he had dropped them. With luck, he would be able to get them back
at a later time. Deciding that they could cause another problem like the
one he just faced, he decided to leave them. Andrew saw a mirror on the
wall of panties and took a look at himself. Here was a scary sight. He
was obviously a man, but he had the hair styling of a girl and the
panties were snug against his crotch showing no signs of a dick. Turning
slowly, Andrew checked out his backside. While his hips had flared out
some and his waist was smaller than before, what he noticed most was the
perfectly smooth and round ass hiding the backside of the thong. This
was something that he was not going to be able to hide. That wouldn't be
a problem if he got out.
Andrew left this area and headed down the isle towards the front
of the store. As the isle became narrower, Andrew found that he had to
turn sideways again. Doing so, he could feel the smooth caress of
leather across his ass. He realized that he wasn't used to the amount
that it stuck out compared to his old ass and turned around to see what
he should be wearing next. There was a black leather skirt. It looked
to be about 21" long and perfectly straight. Knowing that he needed to
get it on before the pain started, Andrew quickly took it off the hooks,
sat on the floor to avoid falling, and then pulled it up and zipped it
closed. The normal tingling that he would feel didn't come. Neither did
the need for release. Maybe he didn't have to worry about the witch's
magic anymore. Standing up, Andrew decided he would need to test this
theory. If it held true, he could just march straight out and that would
end the game. He continued down the isle till it met another isle and
saw a cosmetics counter to his right. This would be a perfect test. He
could try on some eyeshadow and if it changed his eyelids, it wouldn't be
very noticeable.
Reaching the counter, Andrew grabbed the first eyeshadow kit he
saw and opened it. He could feel the desire growing again and realized
that the skirt had to be a fluke. Quickly he applied the eyeshadow,
amazed at how expertly he put it on. When he finished, he placed the
case down on the counter top and then banged on it with his fist. The
banging set off a chain reaction that knocked over some of the makeup and
lipstick displays causing him to hit a compact of makeup and a tube of
lipstick. Resigned to what was going to happen next, Andrew picked up
the compact, applied the makeup, set the compact down, and then picked up
and applied the bright red tube of lipstick. When he was done, he looked
in a mirror on the counter top and saw his face covered with the makeup.
As he looked, his features softened, his beard stubble disappear
completely and his lips got fuller. He would have sworn that his face
shrank some also. When it was done, there was no way anyone would
mistake his face for a man's. But something about the lovely visage
didn't look right. Andrew scanned the counter and found some blush and
applied it. That gave his cheekbones some definition and completed the
package.
Looking at his new face, Andrew thought, "If I didn't know it was me, I
would want to have those lips suck my dick. Well, if I had a dick I'd
want it sucked by my lips." A giggling behind him made him turn around.
"What do we have here?" the witch said. "It has the head and
pussy of a chick, but the rest of her body is to hairy and manly."
"That's not funny," Andrew said in an ultra sultry female voice.
"What the hell. What's wrong with my voice."
"It's the last transformation, silly one. You applied the makeup
and that changed your head and neck. And everything inside them."
"So, what's your point?"
"My point is that I win."
"You win? What the hell are you talking about? I've still got
plenty of male parts left."
"But your mind is female. And you're in a clothing store."
This shocked Andrew. He hadn't realized that he wouldn't retain
his male thoughts. Even now as he looked around the store he was
thinking about what would look good with the skirt he had on.
"No!" he shouted. "It's not over until I get out of the store.
You won't win."
"We'll see," she replied as she faded from his view.
Andrew turned towards the front of the store and started moving.
The cosmetics counter turned into an accessories counter and Andrew
absent-mindedly picked up a pair of earrings and some black leather
driving gloves. Before he could stop himself, the earrings were in his
pierced ears and the gloves were on his hands. He looked at the delicate
hands he now had and realized that he needed to concentrate more on not
touching anything.
Conflicting thoughts crossed his mind as he headed down the
nearest isle. He saw all around him pretty blouses and jackets. All he
wanted was to make it out. All his female mind wanted was to wear the
prettiest outfit in the store. The conflict was driving him mad. He
found himself talking to herself.
"Look, I need to get out of here," his male self would say.
"But look at the pretty blouse next to us," his female self would
reply. "See how the ruffles on the sleeves set off the style of the
skirt. And they are sheer enough to see the gloves."
"I don't care, I'm not going to touch it."
"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please."
Andrew didn't know how much more he could take. He tried to
think about football or baseball or getting out of the store, but the
female voice in his head wouldn't shut up. Forgetting that the voice was
inside his head, he swung his arm out in anger and hit the very shirt
that the female voice had been talking about. Resigned to what was going
to happen, he took off his male shirt and slipped his arms into the
shirt. After fumbling on the buttons, he heard his female side.
"Let me do it."
"What?"
"Let me button that for you. I know how better than you do.
It'll be natural for me."
"How can you do that?"
"Just relax and let me take over."
"OK. If it'll get you to shut up."
Andrew did as she asked and relaxed. Before he knew it, his
hands were deftly buttoning the blouse. And his body headed back towards
the back of the store, casually brushing clothes out of the way or
occasionally stopping to look at a skirt or blouse or dress.
"What are you doing," he screamed.
"Well, I know you won't let me get dressed up nice unless I'm
driving, so sit back and enjoy."
"You can't do this. I need to get out of the store to become
male again."
"Male? Don't be silly. Why would we want to be male?"
"We? There's no we involved. It's my body. Give me control of it."
"Maybe when I'm done with it. For now, I need to do something
about these hairy legs."
Within minutes, Andrew was standing in front of a display stand
for pantyhose. His body looked them over and grabbed a pair of control
top in a tan color. Before Andrew could complain, his body sat on the
floor and took of his shoes and socks.
"Now let's not get hasty here," he said to his female self. "I
mean, I don't think we need to be putting on anything over our legs."
"Are you crazy?" she responded. "These oversized, hairy things
need some major improvements. Here watch."
With that, she opened the package the hose were in and rolled up
one of the legs. Pulling both feet up to her crotch, she reached over
them and slid her right foot into the rolled up leg of the hose. The
left leg of the hose was rolled up and the left foot then slid into the
nylon. Ignoring the protest from Andrew, she pulled the pantyhose up
each leg to her knees.
Looking down at the now converted and hairless lower legs under
the tan hose she said to Andrew, "See how much better they look?"
"No! No! They look awful. I can't stand them! They look so deformed."
"Silly, that's because I haven't pulled them up all the way.
Here look."
With that, she pulled the stood up and pulled the pantyhose up
the rest of the way, hiking up her skirt so that it was out of the way.
Keeping the skirt up, she walked over to a mirror on the wall and stood
there looking herself over, slowly turning around.
"See. Once there up all the way, you legs become the perfect set
for someone our size."
All Andrew could do was weep quietly to himself.
"There, there," his female self said. "It's almost over and then
we can merge together. Just think how lucky you'll be. You won't have
to learn how to be a girl. It'll be natural. Now let's finish this."
Andrea, as she now called herself, walked over to the shoe area
and picked out a pair of 3" spiked high-heeled mid-thigh boots and pulled
them on. Zipping them up, she went over to the lingerie section Andrew
had passed earlier and found a nice black bra that matched the panties
she was wearing. Slipping the bra up her sleeve and then pulling it
across her chest, she pulled the other arm in the blouse and got the bra
settled on her chest. After getting her arm back inside the sleeve, she
reached behind her and attached the clips through the blouse. Once
close, Andrew could feel his breast growing. It was all about to end for
him. Within a minute, his chest now sported a C-cup set of tits.
With the completion of of his feminized body, Andrew knew
defeat. He could feel his female self take complete control of the
body. His male mind still received information from all his senses, but
he had no control. Somehow he knew that prior to putting on the bra he
could have gotten control back. Now, that was impossible. He wept while
his female part, controlling the body, continued to look over the
different clothes in the store. Andrew lost track of time while the
shopping trip was going on. Before he knew it, his new body was standing
at the front of the store and the witch was there with a grin on her face.
"Looks like I win Andrew. It's a real shame that you can't even
talk to me. But I know you can hear me. So listen up and listen up
good. You're now a passenger in that body. You'll sense everything that
the body senses, but you'll sense it twice as much. Flavors will be
twice as strong, smells twice as wonderful or awful, and your orgasms
will be more powerful than anything you have ever faced in your life.
Before long, you'll be begging your female self to spend all of her time
having sex. But, she's in control and may or may not decide to help you.
"Now, I give your female self a new name. I'll call her Andrea.
How do you like that name?"
"I love it," Andrea said.
"Good. If you like, I'll let you live with me and work for me.
That way, I can enjoy the fruits of my labor."
"I would like that very much."
"Once again, good. It's now time to leave."
And with that, the witch waved her hands and disappears taking
Andrea and Andrew to their new home.
FIN.
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