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Elrod's S2K Story
By Elrod W
What a day! Long, insufferable meetings, with idiot managers that would easily
make a Dilbert cartoon. On the way home, after my wife and I picked up the boys
from day care, they started fighting. In rush hour traffic. During a squall. By
the time we got home, I was exhausted, and had a headache. Quick - take two
Tylenols, and try to find somewhere quiet for a few moments.
No luck. The boys wanted me to referee their argument. And my wife was trying to
get us to all agree about what she could make for dinner. Dinner was another
fiasco - the younger one wouldn't eat anything! From his fit, we knew he was
hungry, but he just wouldn't eat. Shit, probably another ear infection!
Bath time brought no relief. Fighting and splashing all the way. But finally, at
long last, we got them to bed. Or should I say we got them to stay in bed. By
that point, I was ready to tie them down and close the door to drown out their
screaming.
Fortunately for me, my study is on the opposite side of the house. Once the boys
started to bed, I retreated and turned on my computer. Oh, blessed god of
Silicon! Take me away from these frustrations and grant me a host of new stories
on Fictionmania!
You see, my wife didn't know about my Fictionmania `habit'. But ever since I was
a little boy, I'd wondered what it would be like to be a girl. Especially with a
little sister who ruled the roost, so to speak, because she was Daddy's little
girl. Because of the girls in my school who held my entire social and dating
life in their cruel little hands. I'd often looked at girls and women -
wondering and envious. But now, with the family, I tempered those thoughts with
the joy (most of the time) of being a good father. Fictionmania was my escape -
my way of living my fantasy vicariously through other's stories.
So it was with great relish that I logged onto the computer. The beeping of the
modem dialing was music to my ears. The raspy whistle as the modem negotiated
connection speed may have annoyed others, but it was a delightful sound to me.
Finally, I got a connection. First things first - check my e-mail. Lots of good
stories and discussion on the mailing list.
Shit! Someone sent me a very large file, slowing my e-mail considerably. Then I
remembered. I had sent it to me. From work, I sent a cartoon I'd been given - a
rather racy cartoon with a TG theme. Oh, well. Try to calm down. Open the
browser and head for Fictionmania. To click new stories in the past day.
Curious. No new stories. Okay, check the past 2 days. Still nothing. What's up?
Is Mindy out of town again? Let's try the past 3 days. Oh, good. Here's one -
Story 2000.
Still more curious. The write-up is kind of sparse, no listed author, no
reviews, and the only category is magical transformations. Still - magic can be
fun. Guess I'll give it a read.
Whoops - the e-mail program beeped. Finally, the download is done. I switched
back to e-mail. What the heck? There must be over 200 messages from today alone!
I quickly scanned the messages. Most seemed to be from the Fictionmania list
about S2K. What the hell is S2K? Is that the Story 2000? Hmmm. Well, if it's got
so much message traffic, it must be a good one. I popped back to the browser and
clicked on the Story 2000 link.
Oh, oh! Something was horribly wrong! The screen went black, and then spots
appeared on it, swirling quickly. A virus? That was impossible. I'd just updated
my virus definitions, and was using very tight security on the browser and
connection. But the swirling continued, and I began to feel a bit light-headed.
I guess I passed out. When I came to, the e-mail window was open, and displaying
the message list. Thinking that I'd imagined the virus thing, I reached forward
to the mouse.
And I froze. It was partly from seeing the blond hair swirling in my peripheral
vision and the blond bangs hanging down over my eyebrows. It was partly because
the screen and keyboard seemed higher and more than an arm reach away. But
mostly it was because as I moved my arms forward, I felt something pressing
against them, like I should have reached around something. And at the same time,
I felt something pressing against my chest - but far in front of my chest. A
chest, which was moving!
I glanced down, more curious than anything. And I nearly passed out again. There
was a reason I felt something strange on my chest - there were two very large
breasts inside my shirt. Much larger than those on my wife. I made an educated
guess that they were bigger than an F-cup.
Out of reflex, my hands reached up to cup them. (I'd thought that such lines in
stories were silly, until I suddenly had breasts, and touching them seemed a
natural reaction to prove whether I was hallucinating or not!) And I got another
shock. My hands were tiny and feminine - and sporting inch-long red fingernails!
Oh shit! This couldn't be happening! I couldn't be a girl! Those stories were
fiction, right? How in the hell was I going to explain this?
I got up quickly - finding that my chair, adjusted for my former height, kept my
new legs dangling short of the ground - and hopped down, feeling my new breasts
swaying and jiggling. It felt - strange. Odd too have the weights tugging at my
shoulders, and swaying around. And yet, at the same time, they felt kind of like
I'd always imagined they would feel. (Especially since I'd done a bit of
experimenting with lingerie and various weighted boob simulators. My favorite
had always been water balloons - after all, human body tissue is very nearly the
density of water!)
I rushed, or should I say tried to rush, to the bathroom. My male clothes were
much too large for this body (except around the bust!). The long pant legs
threatened to trip me at every step. My hips were wider, and my balance seemed
way off. My boobs really jiggled and bounced as I tried to rush, and I had to
catch them to steady them. This was both exhilarating and frightening. What
would my wife say? Was the change permanent? Was I brave enough to try playing
with this body? Or, more to the point, could I resist experimenting with my new
sex?
The mirror gave me a new shock. I recognized the face I now wore - Traci Topps;
a very well known, and in my opinion, sexy, stripper (before she retired). About
5'3" (give or take) with a triple H cup, silicon-enhanced boobs. Gorgeous face.
Somehow, I was her! I felt myself getting aroused just thinking about her body -
and that led to a strange warm tingling wetness between my legs. Damn, I needed
to try this body out!
Still, how was I going to explain this? How could I tell my wife that a computer
story had transformed me? She'd never believe it! This was going to get very
ugly, very fast! In fact, I heard her coming. What was I going to do? I started
to feel panicked - if only I could change back to my own body. But I'd read the
stories. These changes were permanent (mostly). Based on the stories I'd read,
at least I was lucky to have my own mind and not be some sex-crazed bimbo!
I was wishing hard to be back to myself, fearing being caught, when suddenly I
felt faint again. I heard my wife behind me. "Oh, there you are." She talked as
if nothing was out of the ordinary. I pried my eyes open and glanced in the
mirror. Staring back was my usual masculine face, complete with bushy mustache.
I felt a rush of relief.
I walked slowly back to my computer. What had just happened? Was I imagining
that I'd been in Traci Topps' body, or had that actually happened? And if it had
happened, why was I back to normal? What caused it? It was with a bit of fear
that I sat back at my keyboard.
The e-mail program was still open, and highlighting one of the S2K messages. I
clicked on it nervously, opening the message. Bashful, writing about being
changed from reading the S2K story. I opened the next one. Daniel-San. Same
thing. More messages, same theme. Reading the story was transforming people. I
wanted to laugh aloud at the folly of such messages - except that something HAD
happened to me. This wasn't some kind of hoax. It was real.
Finally, I came to a message from Mom. Dear Mindy. She was trying to warn her
family against reading Story 2000 - it was a real magic virus story, which was
transforming her readers into their secret fantasies.
I sat back. Okay, that seemed to make sense. I'd admired Traci Topps and her
wonder-boobs for a long time. Enviously admired her. But then, I wasn't sure
that she was my favorite. There were so many others. Busty Dusty (I'd wondered
what it was like to have REALLY big hooters). Dixie Bubbles. Tiffany Towers.
Vickie, the first girl I'd ever had a crush on. It was a seemingly endless list
- strippers, celebrities, co-workers, strangers, and magazine centerfolds. And
then there was that cute little brunette picture I'd kept from college days - a
lithe little girl with ever-so-inviting eyes, perky little breasts, and lips
that begged to be kissed.
Even as I thought about her - the fantasy girl with no name - I felt a bit
faint, and my body shifted.
"What the hell?" I heard behind me; my wife's voice. And she was surprised.
Shocked is more like it. Stunned. "What's happening to you?" Evidently, she'd
come into my study and had witnessed my transformation.
So I told everything. My fascination with things feminine. My feelings of
inferiority and powerlessness around women. My envy of their seeming power over
romance and relationships. My envy of their bodies. My long-standing curiosity
about what it would be like to be a woman. My secret addiction to Fictionmania.
Even the stories I wrote. And finally, I got to the S2K story, and what it had
done to me.
I think she would have told me I was full of it, had she not witnessed the
change with her own eyes. So we sat, myself embarrassed at being caught, and my
wife wondering what was next for us. Finally, she asked the logical question.
Could I change back again?
I thought about it for a moment, and then told her, truthfully, that I didn't
know. I didn't know what this change was all about. So I closed my eyes and
thought hard about being in my own body.
I opened my eyes, and from the look on her face, realized that I was still the
cute brunette. Was this it? Was I now stuck? Did the change have a limit to
number of times? If I was stuck, what were we going to do? I sure couldn't go to
work like this. And the boys would miss their daddy sooner or later. My
disappearance was going to cause a big stir.
It was very late when we finally went to bed. I borrowed one of my wife's
nighties - one she hadn't worn in years, since before we'd had the kids. To be
honest, while she was still attractive, bearing children had been hard on her
figure - stretch marks, wider bottom, a little sag to her breasts, and about 30
pounds that refused to come off.
Before I went to bed, I took my usual shower. Or should I say that I tried to
take my usual shower. When I touched certain parts of my body, my curiosity got
the better of me. That was one very long - and exciting - shower!
When I woke, I saw my wife staring at me. I knew that I was still a girl. "Can
you call in sick for me?" I begged. She nodded silently, and I knew we were both
wondering what we were going to do. But she had to get going - dressed, get the
boys dressed, get them breakfast, then get them to school and herself to work. I
watched her slip off her nightie, and I was reminded that while she had put on a
few pounds, she still had a striking figure. Not a Playboy model, but a handsome
renaissance figure. I found myself wishing I were in my own body - then we might
be late for work.
What can I say? I felt faint, and I was back in my body.
I still took the day off, and the rest of the week. I needed to know how this
new-found power to change my body worked and what its limits were. Plus, I
wanted to indulge my curiosity. I became many different girls. Big-boobed
strippers. Twenty-year old Playboy models. Anyone I'd ever jealously fantasized
about, I found I could become. When a striking black woman delivered the mail, I
fantasized about her after she left, and found myself in her body!
Most importantly, I discovered that I could do a maximum of three changes each
day. If I used up the changes early in the day, I was stuck until after
midnight. I discovered that my wife was very upset at going to bed with another
woman, so I had to sleep on the couch a few times the first week.
Finally, after three days, my wife asked me what story I'd read. I very
reluctantly told her how to find the site, and she read the S2K story. When all
was said and done, she was in her fantasy body. She looked about 10 years
younger. Her breasts were firmer and had no sag. Her stretch marks were gone.
What's more, all the excess pounds were gone - and then some! Her creamy
complexion was even more perfect. In every way, she was a vastly improved
version of herself - which was her fantasy.
She was very happy when I fantasized myself into an improved version of my old
body - leaner, more muscular, larger organ, much more stamina, and multiply
orgasmic. She didn't want me to change from that, but I was too tempted by the
female bodies I could assume.
We finally figured that my fantasy had changed considerably over the years.
Sometimes, it was being a good dad. Sometimes, it was being a good lover for my
wife. Sometimes, it was being an attractive young woman, like I'd always envied.
So my ideal body mixed these up and ended up with the power to shift my body to
whatever fantasy I had at the time.
This has been a bit embarrassing at times. One of my co-workers caught my
attention with a low-cut blouse and ample cleavage, and I let my mind wander.
The next thing I knew, I was her. And that was the last change I had for the
day. I had to sneak out of work to avoid any messy situations. Another time, I
went with a friend to a strip club. Before the evening was over, I was
performing on stage in their amateur competition. (I won!)
My wife understands, bless her heart. She knows my curiosity is deep-seated, and
doesn't try to stop it. All she does is caution me to not get careless. I'm
learning lots about being a woman. Big tits really are an advantage - I can get
guys tripping over their tongues with just a smile and glimpse of cleavage. They
are also kind of a nuisance - I'm glad I don't have them full-time. And sex -
what can I say, besides WOW!!! Multiple orgasms, pleasure radiating all through
the body, sensitive nipples that add to the feelings! Sex is definitely a
woman's game, I decided.
Well, that's enough of my tale for a while. I'm about to change into Dixie
Bubbles, another stripper. She's blonde, beautiful, and sexy, has ample breasts
without being too big, and has eyes and a smile to die for. Oops, I guess I'm
already changed! Time to pick out a sexy outfit and go dancing!
I'm glad I found S2K!!!
FIN
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