The Case Of The Slippery Slipper
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Old Slipper Man
By Beverley Ardis
After a rotten day at work I was looking forward to the usual Thursday lads
night out with Robert and Pete. As we walked to the bar, Pete was putting me
straight on how lucky I was after I moaned about wanting more excitement in
my life. "Andrew you have a nice house, car and a good salary as a computer
programmer, and you have no trouble pulling the birds." We arrived and saw a
couple of girls entering the bar "looking good," Robert, said.
I went to the bar and ordered the beers; just then the band started playing.
It wasn't the usual all male band, but had three sexy female singers a guy on
keyboard and a bloke playing the guitar. The two blonde girls were wearing
PVC bra and hot pants outfits with high heel boots. The other brunette was
wearing a red low cut top and black mini skirt with black pantyhose.
Robert and Pete had already got seats near the stage and were busy ogling the
girls. I brought the pints down and we made a few jokes at the girl's
expense.
As the night went on and we got tipsy, we debated which of the girls was the
best looking. We decided it was a toss up between the two blonde girls as the
brunette's hips were slightly bigger. However I wouldn't kick the brunette
out of bed, she had a pretty face and was well endowed. The guys in the band
were quite good; the girls on the other hand were lousy dancers and average
singers.
After 7 pints we started shouting at band to play something faster so the
girls tits would bounce more.
Just then this old guy came over and sat down beside me and started chatting.
He was really drunk and was talking rubbish. Robert and Pete were having
their own conversation and ignored him. "See the slappers are in tonight" he
said referring to the girls on stage. He told me he was 58 years old and came
out tonight wearing his slippers. He gripped my shoulder and continued
rambling on about how he was only out for a bit of fun. After 20 minutes I
had enough of him and dared him to go on stage and dance with the girls.
To my surprise he did and then he kicked his slippers off and continued to
dance; occasionally waving at me. The guy on guitar cracked a joke about his
slippers with the pretty pattern on them. While he was twirling the brunette,
I lifted his slippers from the edge of the stage and tucked them under our
seat.
The song ended and the old guy was on his knees looking for his slippers, the
whole bar was in hysterics.
After fifteen minutes had past, Pete threw the slippers at the old guy one
hitting him on the head. The old guy put his slippers on and disappeared into
the crowd.
Everything settled down again and we went back to drinking our beer. At the
interval the girls went to the toilet. I went to the gents hoping to get a
closer look at them coming out.
When I opened the door the old guy was the only one in there. "So you enjoyed
your little prank at my expense". "Sorry about that Granddad" I said. "Don't
worry; you will be." He pointed at me and said something like "Lads nights
out have come to an end, eternal embarrassment you will feel" and left the
room.
That guy has really lost the plot I thought and made my way to the urinal. I
put my hand down to pull down my zipper only to find it wasn't there. What
the f__k is going on, I must be really pissed.
In a panic I patted all around my pants and felt the zipper at the back.
"Jesus I have put my new pants on back to front" As I fumbled to get the
zipper down my hands were pushed back and my pants felt as if they were going
to split. "What's wrong with me tonight that's it, I'm giving up the drink".
Just then another man entered. I rushed over to the sink and pretended to
wash my hands trying to hide the fact that I was wearing my pants backwards
and my butt was all puffed up.
As I lathered up the soap my spine involuntary arched backwards; which forced
my legs to curve in slightly, "Dam that hurt" I said loudly. I tried to
thrust back but could not return to my normal posture. The other guy came
over and began washing his hands occasionally staring at me. Embarrassed I
looked down and noticed that the legs of my pants were dragging on the floor
they looked about 5 inches too long for me. "God nothing is going right with
these new pants", I thought.
As the guy dried his hands I tried to yank up my pants and noticed that my
hands were slipping on them. They were shimmering in the light and the
material was a lot thinner than I remembered. I felt them getting tighter but
couldn't do anything until the other guy left the room. To hide my pants, I
put my hands in front of them and felt the material it was very sexy and
started to arouse me. I pulled my hands tighter to hide my erection but I was
unusually flat in that region. I couldn't hide this any more so I had a good
grope there was nothing but a flat stomach, my pants where stretched across
my now wide hips. I heard the other guy laughing as he left the room, he
shouted back "nice ass shorty"
In a panic I walked quickly to the only stall in the room. My steps were
making clicking sounds, my pelvic movements just felt weird. Then I felt
something creeping round my chest area and over both my shoulders.
I shut the door and took a deep breath and then looked down again, my satin
pants were no longer trailing on the floor. I notice I was now wearing black
patent strappy shoes with high heals and my socks looked synthetic rather
than the cotton I always wore. "That old guy has turned me into a freak, what
am I going to do?" My chest was itching again so I put my hands under my
fleece and felt lace. I pulled my fleece right up and saw a black lacy bra
the straps were satin as were the sides of the cups. It had a lacy dove on
each cup were my nipples were, the rest of the lace was see through. My skin
felt soft with no hair.
As I pulled my top back down I felt the fleece changing into thinner silky
material. It was hard to get it down, as it was now very tight. Totally red
and shiny its collar had disappeared and the neckline had a large scooped
opening showing a little of my bra. The sleeves got shorter revealing a
barbed wire tattoo around the top of my right arm. When I was fixing it up I
notice that my hair was stuck down the back of my top. I pulled it out and it
fell over my shoulders and hung about 2 feet down my back, it looked lighter
than my normal color.
I sat down on the toilet crying and brushing my hair away from my face. Then
my chest began to expand outwards; I cupped my inflating breasts in my hands
and cried even louder. Just then the restroom door slammed shut. I jumped up
on top of the toilet in case any one would see my feminine shoes under the
door. My breasts were still expanding; I looked down and could not see
anything below my new cleavage.
"Hurry up in there mate" someone shouted! "Sorry", I started to reply but
stopped immediately at the sound of my higher pitched voice.
"Hey John there's a girlie stuck in the gents". I just stood there numb, how
am I getting out of here?
The guys were laughing and shouting, "You've got the wrong room love".
Standing there I felt my legs getting cooler, looking down I saw my pants
crawling up my legs and my socks had changed to a pair of black pantyhose
which had a sheen to them. When the pants legs got to about 5" above my knee
the seams started to split. They quickly fused to the opposite leg seams, I
was now wearing a short black very shiny satin skirt. I could feel the
pantyhose tight against my skin.
I had to look, so I hiked the skirt up over my widened hips and revealed a
pair of black see through panties under the pantyhose. The panties matched
the bra. A pair of lacy doves similar to the ones on the bra cups, looked
like they were pecking my feminine mound. "No wonder they are so skimpy, I
haven't much to cover", I thought. I popped my hands under the back of my
pantyhose and felt that my panties were satin at the back. My bum felt so big
and soft and seemed to jut out further than usual. When I moved my finger I
felt it scratch my bum. I pulled my hands out and saw they were now small and
delicate with long fingernails painted bright red. My legs were thinner and
had no visible hair on them.
"Need a hand with anything Babe," the guy shouted, I didn't respond. I
smoothed down my skirt and rubbed my hands down the front of it. "God it's so
smooth and flat, not meeting any bumps on the way".
"I'm going to do a dump in my pants if you don't come out soon honey" they
both started laughing. "Coming now!" I answered. I flushed and tried to
adjust my top so it didn't expose so much of my bosom but it was definitely
designed to show as much as possible.
I opened the door and started to walk to the exit door. They both whistled
and chuckled, "It's the brunette from the band", one shouted. My heels were
slipping on the floor as I tried to get out quickly. The skirt sent tingles
through my body as it slipped across my flat tummy and the back of my legs
with each step I took. "You must want it badly, coming into the men's room
dressed like that you little tart;" one of the men yelled, gyrating his hips
at me. "Shut up you pervert" is all I managed to say back in my feeble female
voice.
I got outside and headed straight for the ladies. The large mirror showed me
exactly what I had become. I didn't see any resemblance to myself when I
looked in the mirror, my hair was brunette and shiny, my eyes were green
instead of brown and my cheekbones were now higher up my face. My eyebrows
were arched and thin, I was wearing heavy makeup and red lipstick. I had an
emerald ring and matching earrings on and my ears were now double pierced.
I hadn't seen this girl up close earlier but she did look hot, I felt my
self-getting damp between my legs and thought I was peeing myself
One of the blonde girls from the band popped her head around the door and
shouted hurry up Bevs we are on again. Oh God I thought I better go. I walked
up on to the stage trying not to trip in my heels and felt like everyone was
laughing at me.
My heart was racing; then the music started. The girls started dancing so I
started swaying from side to side and moving my arms and doing the odd twirl
like the others. I mimed the words to the songs. I accidentally rested my
hands on my chest for a few seconds and all the men starting cheering
including Robert and Pete. This was the most humiliating feeling I've had in
my life. Blinded by the stage lights I could see a shadow coming towards me.
When it got close I saw it was the old man from earlier. He took my hand and
started twirling me around. When the song was over he brushed my hair aside
and whisper into my ear "Embarrassing isn't it; a slapper dancing with a 58
year old wearing slippers, enjoy your new life".
We played another 5 songs and I tried to sing but couldn't get used to my
squeaky voice.
I watched as Robert and Pete left probably thinking that I had gone home with
a girl.
After every one left I helped to pack the equipment into the van but
discovered I couldn't lift anything remotely heavy anymore. As I hunched down
to lift a mike cable, I noticed a couple of barmen grinning while having a
good look up my skirt. I got really embarrassed and pulled my legs together,
now I knew how it felt to be ogled.
I soon discovered that one of the blondes was called Melanie and was my best
friend.
She took me home in her car to an apartment, in which I apparently rented a
room from her. Chatting to Melanie on way home I managed to work out that I
was now Beverley Ardis and worked as a waitress at a local Internet cafe. I
have no car or computer anymore and am in debt. That's why I sing in the band
three nights a week. My hobbies are aerobics, shopping and part time study in
secretarial administration.
We got home and I found my room, it was very small and full of girlie things.
I opened a closet and found little dresses, skirts, pants some of them
leather and a few blouses. The dresser was full of tiny tops, bras, pantyhose
and stockings and sexy panties. I could only find two cotton sets the rest
were silk or satin and lace. "The only thing I own are these clothes", I
thought.
I lifted the frilly pillow on the bed and found a set of silver satin PJs. I
removed my shoes and struggled out of my top. Then bent to unzip my skirt and
let it slide to the floor. The feeling of the satin against my pantyhose sent
shivers through my body and I felt slightly damp between my legs again.
Standing in front of my full-length mirror I notice my slim waist and how my
hips flared out very wide. I looked so sexy in the black lingerie; I turned
to see the back and noticed I had a tattoo of a bumblebee on my bum just
below my panty line. My pubic hair was quite visible under my panties but was
in a neat sparse triangle now. I removed my bra and checked the label, which
read 36D. When I looked in the mirror again I felt nauseous when I saw the
size of my breasts just hanging there. I kept my black panties on, as I
didn't want to see my new pussy totally nude. I then slid into the PJs. I
folded the clothes and put them in the closet.
Walking to the loo I felt my bosom bouncing under my PJ top. I turned, pulled
down my bottoms and panties without looking and sat down to pee. I felt a
stream coming out right between my legs, which made me think, a few hours ago
I would have laughed a girl in this state. As I stood to dry myself I got a
glimpse of my new sex and quickly pulled up my panties. They snapped tightly
to my flat tummy, it looked totally alien to me.
I went back to my room and lay on top of the bed, occasionally rubbing my
crotch through the satin PJ bottoms to check I wasn't dreaming. All I could
feel was the outline of my panties. Eventually I feel asleep crying.
It's been two months since I made fun of the old man and I can't get used to
life as a girl. Women still turn me on, although there are no visible signs
now. I can't bring my self to discuss what has happened to me with anyone.
Melanie thinks I am depressed because of woman's problems.
I used a computer at work last week to surf all sorts of magic sites just in
case I could find a spell to become male again. My boss came over and yelled
at me for not doing what I am paid for. He is always staring at my legs and
gave me a warning for wearing pants to work one day.
When we play in the bar I scan the crowd for the old man but have never seen
him since that night. Robert and Pete still shout the same bounce your tits
jokes every Thursday night.
The End
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