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By Trinn
Trinn wakes up slowly. "What happened yesterday?" he thinks
to himself. Feeling rather foggy, he wonders if he is getting
sick or something. Sitting up slowly in bed, he feels a strange
pain in his chest, almost a tugging feeling. Disregarding it as
his imagination or perhaps simply the pains of the flu, he thinks
back trying to remember what he did yesterday. Not sure still, he
turns, hanging his legs over the side of the bed. "I don't
remember that chest being that tall," he thinks as he looks to his
dresser, standing beside the bed and now in front of him. As he
is getting ready to stand up, he remembers a little of what
happened the day before. He was out at a local science-
fiction/fantasy convention, and spent most of the day in the games
room playing Magic and some role-playing games. In particular he
remembers one game-master. He paid special attention to her...not
because he found her attractive per say, she was not exactly his
type, a bit on the larger side, with an odd shape to her body, but
because she seemed to think herself the most beautiful thing
alive. Later he remembers joking with his friends about this and
that she overheard part of it and seemed quite upset. "Ah well,"
he thinks as he stands up, putting it behind him, however just as
his feet hit the floor, he loses his balance, and falls back down
sitting on the bed again.
He feels heavier, and uncoordinated; almost as though he has lead
weights in his pockets but being naked that explanation doesn't
quite work. Once again he sets it aside as probably just the
effects of some sort of illness, all in his mind. Trying again,
he manages to stay on his feet, and pulls out some clothes, a
shirt and some underwear socks and pants, without really looking,
as he is still rather tired. He pulls on the shirt, finding it
rather tight, but manages to get it on. Feeling an odd tingling
sensation in his chest, he begins to wonder if he is getting
seriously ill. Making a mental note to go to the doctor when he
gets a chance, he bends down to put his underwear on, his shirt
hanging forward and obscuring his view of his legs and feet, as
well as most of the rest of his body. Pulling them up, he finds
them also tight, especially as he gets them almost all the way on.
They stretch enough though that he does pull them up around his
hips and onto his body. After this, he pulls his socks on,
noticing something seems a little strange but not quite being able
to connect anything other than that his shirt sleeves seem a
little long. Once he finishes with his socks, he pulls his jeans
up his legs, and around his hips. When he gets them there though
he finds he is having trouble zipping them up. Unable to do so,
he sits down again to try to discover the problem.
As he sits down he feels a strange sensation in his chest again,
almost as though a part of him bounced. "I must be getting sick,"
he says aloud, and then gasps, as his voice has risen in pitch and
become chirpy, compared with what he remembers, as well as it now
sounds quite distinctively feminine. "What the hell?" he asks
thin air. "A sore throat...that's it, I'm getting a sore throat."
Convincing himself of this, he decides to give up on his jeans,
which must have shrunk. He slides them off of his body, and then
looking down, discovers to his amazement that not only are his
legs now hairless, they are huge. Well, huge compared to how he
remembers them at least. Being only about one hundred and twenty
pounds at about 5'8", he wasn't very big. Now, just looking at
his legs, he would say he weighed at leas thirty to forty pounds
more. Not to mention they seemed shorter, and his feet smaller.
"I have to be dreaming." Finding his shirt rather tight on his
body, he decides to take it back off. As he does so, he gasps
half in surprise, half in terror, as when he pulls it up off of
his body, his breasts bounce free. Looking down, his suspicions
are confirmed. A pair of maybe not the most amazing looking
breasts ever, a little saggy, but breasts nonetheless, and not
small ones either...maybe d-cup, he imagines...then stops thinking
about it when he realizes he is.
Once the shock of discovering his breasts wears off, or maybe more
accurately sinks in, numbing him to the strangeness of all of it,
he looks at his arms, finding that they are shorter than he
remembers as well, and a bit bigger around too...fitting with his
bigger legs. He also notices that unlike his legs he still has a
bit of hair on his forearms; dark brown hair at that, about a
walnut brown color. This is odd since he has red hair, or at
least did. Upon closer inspection he finds that he has straight,
rather plain brown hair, coming a little below his neckline, maybe
at the most a quarter of the way down his back. Rather afraid of
what else he may discover, he almost does not look down below his
breasts, but he knows he must sooner or later. Standing once
again, he looks down and discovers that while his waist does not
curve inward much or at all like he would expect given everything
else he has seen, his hips do curve out quite dramatically. This
coupled with his rather narrow shoulders and now shorter stature,
him now being only about 5'5", though weighing on the order of one
hundred and sixty pounds leads to the appearance that he has very
wide hips. Slowly taking down his underwear, the first thing he
sees is that he does indeed still possess his manhood, his
testicles are nowhere to be seen. Checking himself, he finds that
he still can be aroused, and at the thought of women. A straight
man all his life, men never interested him, nor do they now.
Looking reluctantly below his manhood though, he finds a small
opening. Still in shock from the whole experience, he manages not
to faint as he sees what he does, though he still finds it rather
hard to assimilate the fact that overnight he has become a woman,
save for the fact that he still retains his manhood.
Standing there naked again, after taking off his socks, he looks
about the room, unsure what to do. Taking a shower comes to mind,
as he feels rather dirty. Still not used to his new body, he
walks haltingly to the bathroom. He finds his new bigger body
harder to control, especially since his weight sits mostly lower
in his body, and he has more weight on both the front and the rear
of his body, with his breasts and his wider hips pulling him in
all different directions. Fortunately, although somewhat clumsy,
he has always been rather agile, and at last agile enough to
handle his body.
After his shower, he gets out, and drying himself off he realizes
he must still be in shock about it, as it is not bothering him
much to dry under his breasts. Looking around though he remembers
he has no clothing that will fit him. As a cool breeze blows past
him, he turns and finds the bathroom window open, and sitting
below it a pair of somewhat elastic jeans, a pair of panties, a
pair of simple shoes, a pony-tail holder, and a note. Opening the
note up, he reads:
My dearest Trinn,
I trust you're enjoying the new you. I thought I'd leave
these for you so you at least don't have to wander around naked.
I hope you like. I didn't leave a shirt because I figured that
you have one at least big enough to get on, even if it may be
rather tight. |.| I look forward to seeing you soon.
Yours truly,
Your secret admirer.
PS:I suggest you pull your hair back, it may get in your way
while you work.
Not sure what to make of it, he does put on the clothing. Finding
that he fits, he closes the window, and locks it, wondering how
anyone could have gotten in. Once again unsure, he walks back
into his room, where he pulls his hair back into a ponytail as the
letter suggested, since it would indeed get in his way. Digging a
short-sleeved shirt out, he puts it on, finding it odd to look
down and find that it is stretched rather tightly over his
breasts.
Walking back into the bathroom he takes a look at his face in the
mirror and finds that it has become much more rounded, his eyes a
light crystal blue, his lips a soft light pink. Also, he finds
that there is no hair on his face. "Well at least I won't have to
shave anymore," he thinks to himself. "Oh yes...my work. I guess
I should get back to that...at least it'll keep me occupied while
I try to get used to this."
Still walking rather haltingly, he makes his way down the hall to
his living-room-turned-workshop. Strange pieces of crystal are
strewn about, as well as bits and pieces of electronics. His
computer is sitting in one corner, and as normally as ever is
displaying a screen-saver. In the middle of the room is an
enormous contraption, constructed of metal support rods, shards
and other shapes of quartz crystal, and many bits and pieces of
electronics. This object, if he can ever make it work, is to be
his first proof that magic does in fact exist within this world.
Until then though, his computer is his biggest source of income.
He telecommutes to a large software firm, for whom he helps
develop rather bland programs. This and the shareware games he
has written provide most of his income.
Moving the mouse, and clicking on the retrieve button, he finds he
has no new e-mail. "Well at least I don't have much work this
morning," he says to himself as he opens up and puts the finishing
touches on the code he was working on a few days ago. After
mailing it off to his employer, he opens up the control program
for the contraption behind his chair. Making a few adjustments to
the values, he powers it up, expecting as usual the thing to put
on a fancy light show as the red, green and blue lasers come on,
and then make some popping or fizzing noise as some component
overloads, shutting it down again, and setting him back a few more
dollars in silicon and copper and plastic. The light show appears
on cue but however this time no popping or smoke occurs. Smiling,
he thinks, "at least something is going right for me today."
Turning around, he finds that the device is indeed working without
any problems. The lasers all converging on one quartz point at
the bottom of the device are then refracted up and around through
a ring of crystals. In the center of the ring, to his amazement,
he sees exactly what he always hoped to but never expected to. A
slight ripple effect. Things on the other side seem bent, as
though there is a sheet of water in the ring. As he adjusts the
parameters, the image of the other side fades out completely, and
is replaced by an odd shifting swirling view, and an equally odd
suction-like force. Fortunately though before too much but some
air and dust can be sucked in, one of the power relays go, and as
abruptly as the vision appears, it disappears. Grinning from ear
to ear though he quickly makes sure the data was recorded and
shouts for joy, "Eureka!" as he always had wanted to say that. "I
did it! I gated to fadespace! My theories are correct!"
Shutting down the system and making a backup copy of the data, he
looks to determine the extent of the damage to the equipment. One
blown power regulator and a shattered small shard of crystal is
all that is damaged, fortunately, which is not very expensive to
replace. He is ecstatic though at the outcome, simply amazed by
what just happened. This is enough to completely put the fact
that he has changed so much right out of his mind with the last
thought he has of it for now being that he is amazed he had so
little trouble typing with smaller hands and shorter fingers.
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