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Darren Performs the Shift Part One
It's a day after my nineteenth birthday, and I'm
admiring how great my ass looks in my very first pair
of thong underwear. It's my very first thong because
I've only really had the kind of body to make use of
one for mere hours now. I mean, all told, I've only
been a girl for about 7 hours, so I think I'm making
pretty damn good progress, wouldn't you say?
So the story goes like this: I won't say that I'd
never given a thought to what it must be like to be a
girl before now because that just wouldn't be true.
So, fine, I admit it. I've been thinking about it off
and on for years now. When I was fifteen, I would
routinely sneak into my older sister Michelle's room
and go through her bottom drawer. I was always too
freaked she'd catch me to ever actually try anything
on, but boy did I ever think about it. I loved the
feel of the satin and the silk. I'd run her undies
through my fingers and then scram back to my room to
whack off and imagine what it might feel like to wear
them.
Over time, I got bold enough to want to try a few
things on, and from that point on, it was a done
deal. The first time, I slid those silk bikini briefs
on over my own raging hard-on, I knew that I could
never go back to my boring cotton briefs again. They
were so soft and slipped and slid across my cock and
across my ass when I walked. It was incredible. I
snuck a pair I didn't think she'd miss and hid them
way in the bottom of a little-used drawer in my room.
At first, I only put the undies on when I was feeling
really horny, but the more I wore those silky
panties, the more I wanted to wear them. So I moved
on to more forbidden thrills. I put them on and wore
them underneath my clothes one Saturday. It was one
of the most thrilling experiences of my young life to
smile serenely at my parents knowing that underneath
my jeans I had a kinky little secret. Of course, if
they'd ever taken a really good look, it wouldn't
have been much of a secret. I was hard all day long
just thinking about how secretly naughty I was being.
Pretty soon not even that was enough. Michelle and I
shared a bathroom, and one night during the bath, the
temptation of staring at her little pink razor was
just too much for me. I shaved my legs completely
bare and spent the next twenty minutes standing
outside the bathtub, just running my hands up and
down those perfectly smooth legs. I put on a towel
and dashed back to my room to put on my secret pair
of panties. I wanted to see what I looked like in the
mirror.
Damn, but did I look good. I mean, amazingly good.
I've always had a cute ass, but it's always been a
little on the feminine side. Nice and round. Not too
juicy, but definitely curvier than many guys my age.
I was always more of an indoors videogames kind of
kid, so I hadn't developed too much of a bulky frame.
If you looked at me from behind, I thought to myself,
I might almost pass for one of the so-so girls in my
class. Of course, there was the matter of my hair,
which was short and boyish, and then there was the
whole problem from the front.
I looked okay from behind, but there was no doubt
about it. As nice as my legs looked and as much fun
as it was to run my hands up and down them now that
they were shaved, there was no getting around it. I
had a huge bulge up front, a problem made even bigger
by the fact that wearing Michelle's panties always
turned me on. I'd seen enough underwear catalogues by
now to know that these panties would look a lot
better without a big cock in them. I wanted that nice
flat front so desperately. I tried to think about
baseball long enough to be able to tuck my cock
between my legs, and that kind of worked, but not
really. There wasn't enough crotch material down
there for everything that I had. The panties just
didn't fit right.
It was terribly frustrating, and a problem that it
didn't look like I was ever going to be able to get
past.
Time went by. My crossdressing adventures into
Michelle's closet went into overdrive when she
finally went away to college and was forced to leave
behind a sizable amount of her high school wardrobe
since it just wouldn't fit into her new tiny little
dorm. Without the possibility of getting caught and
with my folks away so much, my forays into her bottom
drawer expanded into her closet. I snuck one of her
bras back to my room, and then a whole damn prom
dress. I had whole little fashion shows in my room
late at night. I would dress up in all of Michelle's
old clothes and then parade in front of the family
video camera. After a while, I'd strip for the camera
down to my undies. Then I'd turn off the camera, put
on a new dress or pair of jeans and do it again. At
the end, I'd rewind the tape and watch myself. This
became my preferred method of masturbation. Though
time-consuming, it fed all of the fetishes I seemed
to have developed. I loved the crossdressing, I loved
the thrill of seeing what I looked like as a young
woman. I loved the exhibitionism of parading about in
women's clothing, and I lived for the voyeuristic
thrill of seeing it on tape. At the end of each one
of those sessions, I would shoot my load into my
hand. I wanted to be a girl by this point. I wanted
it desperately. I would, I'd often thought myself,
trade everything I had to redo all of this as a girl
instead of a boy.
So I'd sit there in the dark with a load of cum in my
hand, trying to work up the guts to taste it. Real
girls had tasted cum. Real girls had swallowed big
hot loads of it. I wanted to. I really did. But
sometime between climaxing and working up the guts to
slurp it all down, something like guilt would
overtake me and I'd chicken out.
The night before I moved away from home to go to
college myself, I made a wish like I was blowing out
the candles on birthday cake and then licked the
whole sticky mess up and swallowed it in one
incredible rush of a gulp.
Nothing happened, of course. No silly wish was
granted, though I think I'd allowed myself to believe
that my wish might come true and I'd wake up with an
empty feeling between my legs and two comforting
weights on my chest. No such luck, sadly, so off I
went to college, temporarily leaving behind most of
my crossdressing lifestyle.
The college experience kept me pretty busy, as did
the whole adjustment phase. My roommate Todd was a
nice enough guy, and for that I was grateful. I
always figured it was just my luck that I would end
up with some frat guy who would haze me and play
embarrassing pranks on me, but Todd was mellow, wise,
and fun to hang around with. He was obsessed a little
bit with sex, but that had its advantages, because he
was quite charming and had lots of wisdom to impart
to his impressionable roommate on how to get laid in
that no-strings-attached college way.
So I got laid somewhat frequently my first semester
in college. Not a little and definitely not as often
as Todd, but enough. It was just harmless fun, and it
was always interesting to talk to Todd about it
afterwards, since he always had plenty of pointers
for me. "Darren," he'd say, "I've got to hand it to
you. You're what we like to call a quick study. You
catch on nice and fast and get good results, but you
don't get cocky and you don't go overboard. You're a
good roommate to have."
"Sure," I'd kid him, "you just enjoy playing the
guru."
"I admit I enjoy certain illusions of wisdom and
power, young grasshopper, but I hope that you don't
think I'm some kind of cocky asshole."
"Oh no," I would respond quickly. "Seriously, Todd,
you've been great. You're an asshole maybe only 2% of
the time." And then we'd laugh and drink a little
from Todd's stash under the bed and stay up all night
watching something from his vault of horror movies or
maybe getting a little high.
That was pretty much how things would go for quite a
while that first year. All, that is, until a few
nights ago. Now I have to admit that despite the
occasional sex, I still caught myself thinking about
life on the other side of the fence a great deal. I
couldn't very well dress up these days with a
roommate, especially one whose opinion I cared about,
but that couldn't stop a guy from thinking about it a
ton, right? Especially when I had a laptop and a 24/7
broadband internet connection. So there were plenty
of nights where I'd sit up in bed, browsing through
online underwear catalogs or checking out a little
softcore porn and just wishing and praying that maybe
I could somehow swap bodies with one of these girls
for even one day.
Throughout all of this, Todd never caught me, and for
that I was probably very lucky. Still, I was looking
forward to this weekend, when Todd would be flying
back home to catch a quick weekend with his family,
leaving me with the whole dorm room to myself for an
entire weekend. Friday night was my birthday, though,
so before Todd caught a morning redeye home, we
celebrated with a horror double feature and a
generous amount of tequila and god knows what else.
The last part of the night was kind of a blur. I
remember having a very frank discussion with Todd
about something and then sort of managing to climb
into bed and then being very, very dizzy and very,
very sleepy.
I had some pretty funky dreams that night. Towards
the end of a really bizarre one, I remember finding
myself in a long kind of familiar hallway. There was
someone speaking to me from the far end of the
hallway, but I couldn't see him too distinctly. I
could hear what he was saying, though, in a voice
that was like an old radio announcer's.
"I do believe it's your birthday, isn't it, Darren?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Did you get everything you wanted for your birthday,
Darren?"
"Sure. I think so."
"Do you really think so? You got everything you
wanted? Did you get a pony?"
"No."
"Ah," the man at the end of the hall said, "but you
didn't really want a pony, did you?"
"No. I don't think so?"
"Did you get the swimming pool on the mountain?"
I don't even know what he meant by that. I couldn't
remember any of that, and I think I told him so. The
dream was starting to unravel the way dreams do. More
and more things just weren't making sense. I couldn't
even tell if what he was saying made any sense
anymore. It was all nonsense and I was starting to
realize that it was a dream and would probably be
waking up soon.
"No point wanting that either. Not when you got what
you really wanted. I bet it's great." And that's the
last coherent thing I remember him saying before I
heard the racket that could only be the guy two doors
down in the dorm playing his usual dance rave mp3
playlist and I woke up.
I'm really a slow person to wake up, so at first I
didn't even notice that I felt a little weird. In
fact, I think it was probably fully five or six
minutes before the new weight registered, and I think
it wasn't even really until I sat up in bed and felt
them settle that I realized I suddenly had breasts.
They were full and round and distinctly visible
beneath my jersey material nightshirt. I blinked hard
and rubbed my eyes, noticing how soft my hands felt,
but then it was back to the boobs. Yes, they were
clearly boobs, right in front of my very eyes. I
reached out a delicate hand to touch first the right
one and then the left one. The sensation was amazing.
I felt little tingles as a fingernail grazed my right
nipple. I couldn't help it anymore. I put the whole
hand around it and cupped my right breast, marveling
at how soft and warm it felt. I pinched my nipples.
They grew hard with just a little coaxing until they
were poking proudly out from beneath the t-shirt.
I couldn't believe it. I tugged off the t-shirt and
there they were, as big as baseballs, hanging there
perfectly round off my chest and smoother than any
part of my skin had ever been. I tilted my head down
to stare at them closer, and in the process got a
little bit of hair in my mouth. Hair? I had been so
distracted by the spectacle on my chest that I hadn't
even realized that the rest of me seemed to have
undergone a change as well.
I leapt out of bed and ran to the mirror mounted on
the door to our room. The image that looked back at
me was awe-inspiring. I was a petite redhead with
hair a little bit longer than my shoulders and soft
blue eyes. I was topless with a nice tiny waist and
generously wide hips that had pushed the gym shorts I
slept in just a little bit lower than I normally wore
them. From behind, I looked pretty good. I had always
looked kind of good from behind, I told myself, but
now there was no ifs about it. I had a great ass that
filled out every inch of those shorts in all the
right places. A nice curvy butt with a really sexy
back and killer legs.
My heart was beating so fast I was worried I might
pass out. There was still one revelation that might
wreck it all, so I turned back around, made a silent
wish, and then tugged the shorts down to make sure.
Wow. I had been half wishing for it to go away for
years and it looked like it had finally gotten the
hint. My troublesome profile-wrecking cock had
vanished. In its place was a perfectly-shaped and
expertly-trimmed vagina, smooth to the touch with
only the tiniest vertical line of pussy hair leading
down to the forbidden lands.
Right about now I lost all control and began to
molest myself with little squeals of delight. I
wanted to touch every square inch of this new body
all at once. I started in the mirror, swaying a
little bit as I began to take all of this in. Every
second that went by made me feel sexier and sexier. I
swayed more and more until I decided that to do this
properly, I just had to have a little music.
I quickly rifled through Todd's CDs until I found
something suitable to crank up on the stereo, and
then went to town in front of the mirror. I swung
those hips. I bent down low. I bent way over and
shook and ground that ass into the mirror until I
could take it no longer and flung myself on the bed.
By now, my pussy was already slick with my own
juices, so after playing with my labia for a short
time, I took a deep breath and slid my index finger
inside.
God, I'd never felt anything like this. Even on the
one brave occasion when I'd slid a carrot up my ass
last year, I wasn't really prepared for what it felt
like to have something inside of my own body. I think
I made a little too much noise because I heard
someone in the hallway ask a question, but I wasn't
really paying attention. I had, for the first time,
noticed that not even my voice was my own any longer.
Amazing. One finger wasn't enough. I winced a little
as I tried to take two then realized I ought to stop
thinking like a guy and traveled a little north until
I was able to coax my clitoris out for some fun. My
clitoris. Amazing, I tell you. Amazing.
Masturbation was fun again, ladies and gentlemen. My
hips bucked. I ground myself around and around. When
I'd gotten the hang of it a little better, I managed
to let my left hand break off the duties down below
and go back to work on my breasts. I pinched and
squeezed my nipples. I manhandled my boobs, squeezing
rougher than I'd dared squeeze anyone's breasts in
the past. I had knockers, I kept telling myself. I
had big beautiful breasts and a killer ass and a
tight sweet pussy that tasted just amazing every time
I licked my fingers. I was a hot fucking slut all of
a sudden and just waiting to suck some big guy's cock
and let him fuck me in my tight velvety pussy. He
could fuck my gorgeous fucking tits and he could fuck
my dirty fucking mouth and if he got me as hot as I
was right now, I'd even let the bastard bend me over
the bed and take me from behind and fuck my sweet,
sweet ass until-
UGHHHHHHHH! I came so hard that I saw stars. I was
dizzy when it was over. I was sweaty and tired and my
legs felt like jelly when I tried to stand. Now that
the initial horniness was over, I was able to think
with my brain again. While this was certainly an
amazing development, there were a lot of questions to
be answered. Why had this happened? What was going on
here?
I didn't really care about that, though. Baffling as
my sudden change might be, it was precisely the sort
of thing I'd been wishing for all this time. The real
problem, I realized with mortification, was a long-
term one. In this body, I had no identity. I had no
driver's license. I had no ability to use Darren's
credit cards. I couldn't attend Darren's classes.
What was my mother going to say? And what if someone
found out? I'm pretty sure this isn't a normal thing
that happens to people. If word got out, I'd be some
freak of nature and locked up in a lab or on the
cover of tabloids faster than you could spit.
I was starting to panic. I'd never really thought
about the consequences before. What to do? I was
pacing now, trying to decide if I needed to call
someone for help, or clean out Darren's bank account
at the nearest ATM and then hit the road to start
over. Dammit. I knew I'd wished for this, but I
wasn't prepared for it. If I had known, I could have
spent one more day as Darren, I could have put a few
things in place. I could have-
I caught my reflection in the mirror a second after I
felt the shift and a few seconds before I noticed the
re-distribution of weight. Unbelievable. I was myself
again. My hair was short and dark again, my boobs
were gone, and my penis and balls were back where
they had been. I felt relieved and distressed at the
same time. Good, I thought. My life is back to
normal, but dammit all to hell, I had been hoping the
change would last a bit longer. There were so many
more things I wanted to experience as a girl.
This time I felt it distinctly. The shift felt like a
little wave of tickles that passed over my entire
body. It made me feel lightheaded for a second, but
when it cleared, the gorgeous redhead was looking me
back in the mirror again. Could it be?
I tried to do it consciously, willing myself to look
like Darren again. The shift took place and I was
back to normal. Okay, now let's have me be the
redhead again. The shift passed over me and I was a
she again. Hot damn. This changed everything. But
still, I wanted to play around a little further. What
if I wanted to be a blonde? Could I do that? I closed
my eyes and concentrated very hard. At first, there
was nothing, but a few seconds later, I felt the
shift again and when the dizziness passed, I opened
my eyes and saw that my flowing red locks were now a
light sunny yellow. Briefly, I wondered about breast
size and the rest of it, but there would be time
enough, I was figuring, to do all of that. Right now,
I had the entire weekend at liberty with a hell of a
lot of things I wanted to accomplish along the way.
To avoid too many problems, I shifted back to Darren
and quickly dressed, trying to find gender neutral
clothing to wear. I settled on a pair of jeans that
had a little stretch to them, and a dark sweater that
fit me pretty snugly. Then, I put on some sneakers,
checked myself in the mirror to make sure I'd pass as
normal, then grabbed my keys and my wallet and left
the dorm. In the safety of the parking garage
stairwell, I shifted back to the redhead, taking a
second to calm myself down as my naked breasts got
acquainted with the fibers of the sweater. God, did
breasts feel like this all the time? I climbed the
rest of the stairs as fast as I could, noting for the
first time that while the bouncy-bouncy was fun to
look at if you were a guy, it made your chest feel
really sore if you were a girl. I knew my first stop
at the mall was going to be getting a bra that fit.
Not quite. The first thing I needed to do was get
some cash. I had at least thought all of this out far
enough in advance to know that if I tried to use my
debit card or credit cards in this body, they were
going to wonder what a nice curvy redhead was doing
with a name like Darren. If they did a photo ID
check, I was going to be in a lot of trouble. No, I
figured. It was best to deal in cash for as long as I
could. So I hit the ATM on the way into the local
mall. I didn't have a hell of a lot of money, but I'd
had a job all summer and had saved up enough cash to
be comfortable. I withdrew four hundred, the max, I
decided, and then commenced my little shopping spree.
I got a few looks as I began walking through the
mall, and at first I thought something terrible had
happened and my cover was blown, but I soon realized
that this was just what it was like to be a good-
looking girl walking by herself through a mall. I was
just going to have to get used to getting checked out
every now and then. The thought of it actually turned
me on a little bit. I didn't want to look, but I
could tell that I had glass cutter nipples again
pushing out against the sweater. A little
embarrassing. Time to get a bra post-haste.
I of course knew where I wanted to shop. I'd been
sneaking glances in the window every chance I could
since I was fifteen. Still, I wasn't standing inside
Victoria's Secret for more than a two minutes when I
felt some of the wind leave my sails. The grand Day
of a Thousand Panties shopping spree I'd been
dreaming of in my head wasn't going to happen. This
shit was way more expensive than I'd imagined it
being. A bra was going to set me back at least forty
dollars, and any of the really sexy panties were
going to cost another twenty at least. With
everything else I wanted to buy, my four hundred
wasn't going to get me very far at all.
Okay, I decided, so this was going to have to be done
in gradual steps. I couldn't splurge on the really
fancy stuff, but I could get some functional stuff
that would wear well.
"Is there anything I can help you with," someone
murmured softly behind me. I jumped a little,
startled, and turned to see a helpful-looking
salesgirl smiling pleasantly back at me.
"Oh, no," I stammered quickly. "I'm fine."
"Let me know if there's anything I can help with,"
she said sweetly, and was about to turn to go when I
changed my mind.
"Wait just a second," I called out. "Maybe I could
use some help."
"Certainly," she said, rejoining me. "My name is
Karen. Is there something in particular you were
shopping for today?"
"I need a few things," I said, my eyes wandering over
the store, "but I'm on a bit of a budget."
"Okay. Sure. So, just the basics, or something a
little more special?"
"I need the basics," I said quickly, then added,
"I've had a... growth spurt recently and nothing fits
properly anymore."
Karen the salesgirl looked me over thoughtfully for a
moment. "I understand," she said after a moment.
"Exciting when it happens s few years later, isn't
it? Just when you think your body's all done, and
then it gives you a little extra boost?"
"You don't know that half of it," I muttered, and
then let her lead me through the store. My cover
seemed to have worked. She didn't find it odd that I
didn't know any of my sizes, but she had such a good
eye that she was able to get most of my sizes right
on the first or second try.
Karen found me a nice nondescript yet extremely
comfortable bra. It was a little pricy, but after
trying on a few of the lower-end bras they had
available, I decided the comfort was worth the money.
After that, I found that I had lucked into one of the
"five for twenty" panty sales Vicky's often had, so I
was able to recoup some of the cost of the bra on
some new low-rise cotton bikinis. Basics taken care
of, I must have been looking like I was in the mood
for a bit more, because Karen lost no time in leading
me to a different section of the store.
"You deserve to treat yourself a little," she was
saying as she carefully considered several things on
a nearby table. "I know that every now and then, I
like to wear something a little bit fancier. It
doesn't have to be for a special occasion or even
anyone special. Just for you, when you feel like
dressing a little sassier than you normally would."
"I know exactly what you mean," I responded warmly,
and I most certainly did. I was giddy already with
the sheer anticipation of being able to get out of
these scratchy guy briefs and into even the cheap
cotton panties, which were bound to be softer than
anything I was used to up until now.
Karen was excellent at her job. She ushered me into a
dressing room with a couple different bras in lacy
colors and a few more exotic goodies. She showed me a
lacy garter skirt and a sheer teddy, but I had my
heart set on something racier but a little more
practical. She picked p on that almost right away,
and the next thing I knew, she was helping me select
an incredibly soft red lace thong and a matching demi
bra that lifted my boobs up and pressed them together
in a way that made my mouth water. Damn I felt sexy.
"Sold," I told her when I had finished trying on the
bra, and at that point, I didn't care what it cost.
So a little later, I left the store with the very
first of what I hoped to be many of those trademark
pink-striped shopping bags in my hand. For about a
hundred and forty dollars, I'd done quite well, I
felt, with enough money to get a few outer garments
as well.
I raced through the rest of the shopping trip. I got
myself a couple of sexy cami tops with the bras built
into them and a few belly tees that had always looked
so good on Michelle. I figured I could probably get
by on some of my tighter pairs of guy jeans until I
had a little more money, so I splurged on a pair of
denim short-shorts and an elegant white miniskirt.
That left me with only a little bit of money left,
which was distressing. Women's clothing was
expensive, but something I had to have with this
unexpected talent or gift or whatever it was.
I wanted to do this right, so with the little I had
left, I decided to buy myself a little makeup. That
turned out to be way more than I thought it would
cost, but I reasoned that I'd only need to get by
with a little lipstick and blush for special
occasions. The shifting seemed to let me make minor
cosmetic adjustments.
I drove back to the dorm at breakneck speed. I had
half considered changing into my new duds in the
restroom of the mall, but I thought there might be
extra complications if anyone saw me entering a room
that was supposed to be occupied by a pair of guys.
With great reluctance, I shifted back to Darren in
the Parking garage, an after taking care to place the
most conspicuous bags inside the least conspicuous, I
schlepped my new purchases into the room as quickly
and stealthily as possible.
Man, was I horny. The moment I had shut and locked
the door to the dorm behind me, I quickly stripped
off my boring outer garments and tossed them wherever
I could. I tore into the Vicky's bag and found my
special occasion duds. They were so soft. Briefly, I
savored the sensation of running the lacy panties
through my fingers and over my throbbing cock. I'd
never owned or worn anything quite as sexy as this.
Michelle had taken all her really good stuff with
her, leaving me to content myself with the leftovers.
But this, this was the good stuff all right.
Enough of this. I shifted. The long red tresses
grazed my shoulders. I watched my boobs grow swollen
and globular and my penis shifted and vanished
beneath the shelf of my cleavage. It was time. My
heart was pounding in my chest with the sheer
anticipation. I held the panties out between my
thumbs and then stepped into them one leg at a time.
I carefully tugged the lace material over my
perfectly smooth legs, savoring the feeling as it
traveled all the way up. I let out a tiny gasp as the
thin scrap of material nestled itself in the crack of
my ass, feeling as the lacy material came to rest
over my soft mound. I pulled the waistband over my
hips and sighed again, taking in my visage in the
mirror.
"Look at that," I said in my new lighter voice. "Just
look at that."
And so I'm standing in my dorm admiring my ass,
enjoying the feeling of wearing really fine underwear
and knowing that at this point, I can accept very
little in the way of substitutes. I am at this point
totally addicted. I want more and more of the
experience.
As I'm trying on the bra and enjoying the soft
feeling as well as the comfort that comes with having
a little support for these knockers of mine, I'm
trying to come up with ways to get more money. And
more sex. To properly enjoy this new lifestyle of
mine, I need more money and a hell of a lot of really
good fucking.
Dani
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