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From Wearing to Worn
By Paul G Jutras
I wasn't there when he started. I'm not even sure which of us was
the first to be changed. My story started one dark and stormy
night. Back then I was known as Nick Knight. Full time banker and
part time cross dresser. I was going through the TG Internet
while I waited for the purple polish on my toenails to dry. That
was when an electrical surge rebooted my computer. Instead of
bringing up the screen saver, what came up was a clothing store
web site.
"Best for the Biggest." I thought to myself as I brought up
pictures of the prettiest spring wardrobe I had ever seen. There
was everything from skirts and dresses to stockings and heels.
All for those men who were in women's plus sizes. "This has
everything I could use and its address is right here in town."
Now I know you'd think I'd figure it was a little odd that I
never heard of this place before. I guess I was too excited to
think straight. I just wrote the address down and set it aside.
The next day I wore my favorite pair of black silk panties and a
pair of black nylons under my business suit. During the course of
the business day I turned down five loans and helped three
others. Not to mentioned handling a few people who put their
money in CD accounts.
"Finally, it's 4 o' clock" is what I said when I made sure nobody
was looking in my direction. With my desk so close to the ladies
room, it was easy to pull a purse, wig, and pair of heels out of
my desk drawer and slip into a ladies' room stall. In my
briefcase I had a dress folded up as neatly as one would in a
suitcase and slipped into it, my breast forms and a wonderbra.
Where a banker went in, a female client came out. Not the
prettiest of women, but a passable one nevertheless.
With a big feminine smile flashing back at me in the rear view
mirror, I drove to the address I had written down off the
Internet the previous night. It was surprising, however, that the
place seemed abandoned when I got there. The place should have
been open to the public for a couple more hours in the least.
"Greetings, my sister," said a lovely crossdresser with autumn
brown hair, a white blouse that showed plenty of cleavage and a
tight blue mini-skirt. Her feet were wrapped in blue tights and a
pair of sandals. His looks were uncanny. One could hardly tell
that the petite guy wasn't born a girl. "I'm sure you'll find
this place will change you in ways you've never imagined."
But instead of being the happiest night in my life, the
transformation was spooky. As soon as I took a seat, a set of
cuffs locked my ankles and wrists into place. I struggled to free
myself but I couldn't. Then another bolt shot in front of my neck
to ensure that I couldn't try to pull free.
If only I had known what the crossdresser had planned for me. As
I stared at the lovely outfits all around I could see no exit
from which I could escape. Even if I had, the chair prevented me
from moving toward it.
"Now--let's get started, shall we?" My host said as he held what
I first thought was a gun on me. What it fired was not bullets,
but some kind of ray. I felt dizzy and light-headed. In fact my
whole body felt at that time a lot lighter than it had in years.
When my legs felt looser in its bonds, I tried again to free
myself. Only at that time I could no longer move my legs at all.
If I could have moved my head at that time, I'm sure all I would
have seen was a pair of empty nylon legs.
I was stupid. It made sense, didn't it? A website appearing
before your eyes from nowhere. You didn't bring it up or know
where it came from. Now I had paid the ultimate price for my
foolishness. It's what would have happened to anyone stupid
enough to go to some unknown transformation company that you
never heard of before, or knew anything about.
I've got no real complaints. No regrets. I always knew I was an
easy to replace nobody at work and my life in general was in the
sewers. How could someone who couldn't get a break in his life
not fall for some stupid ploy like I did?
"So tell me heels?" I said to the pair of three inch black heels
below me as the young secretary that had her hips, legs and feet
encased in me uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. "Where you
transformed by into a piece of ladies clothing by the same guy
who changed me?"
THE END
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