DAVIDS MOM S ADVENTURES
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DAVID'S CHOICE
By Tammie Anne Freeman
Chapter 1
I got out of my hotel bed and went into the bathroom to
take my morning shower. Seeing myself in the bathroom
mirror was a grim reminder of just how fat I had become. I
had always been short, but now I was short and fat. This
was not how I planned it to be.
I had been saving my money for years to get my body altered
at a body shop. The primary alteration was to extend my
height another 6 inches to make me six feet tall. But in
order to make that alteration, the body shop required that
I have lots of extra body weight to work with. To that end
I had put on an extra 100 pounds in the last three years. I
had hoped that when I reached my current weight, that I
would have enough money for the alteration. Unfortunately
my investments had done poorly, and the cost of a body
alteration had gone up.
I currently had $125,000 saved, but I needed another
$75,000. So I was looking at several years of saving money
to reach my goal. Because of the number of years, I was
pondering if I shouldn't start dieting. But I hated to diet
now and then try to start gaining weight in a couple years.
I could have saved a few bucks by not taking a vacation to
Phoenix this year. But I was tired of the winter snow, and
wanted to go someplace warm. Unfortunately my vacation was
nearly over. It was Saturday, and I briefly considered
staying another day and flying out Sunday night. But I
decided it was more important that I save the money.
After I showered and dressed I went down to the hotel lobby
and paid my bill. Then I threw my luggage into the back of
my rental car and drove to a local fast-food restaurant to
get some breakfast.
I sat down at one of the tables and noticed that someone
had left a newspaper on the chair next to me. So I picked
it up and starting looking at it. It was pretty much the
local news, and didn't interest me very much. Then I saw an
advertisement from a local body shop that was having a
grand-opening special.
The advertisement was for a complete body alteration to the
first 20 women for a special price of $100,000 each. My jaw
just about dropped off. I had to get down to that shop
right now. I grabbed what was left of my breakfast and
exited as fast as I could.
I knew the advertisement had said women, and I was
definitely a guy. But I also knew that although these shops
catered to women, since that was their primary clientele,
they were still required by law to offer alterations on
men's bodies. If I could just be one of the first twenty, I
was sure I could get one of the alterations.
I got to the shop, huffing and puffing, just ahead of a fat
woman who had arrived in the parking lot ahead of me. I saw
that a member of the clinic staff was having people write
their names on a list. I did a quick head count of the
number of people in front of me, and counted 25.
I cursed my luck. I was so close. If only I could have
gotten here sooner. But I had sped in the car to get here;
I had even gone through a red light. When the list got to
me, I noticed that I was number 22. Apparently some of the
people ahead of me had just accompanied others.
Everyone continued standing around until the staff started
calling out names. As each person's name was called off,
they went in for a quick checkout. I guess the staff wanted
to verify you didn't have any illnesses that made
alteration too risky, and wanted to verify you had $100,000
readily available.
I knew that both my health and my pocketbook were healthy
enough. I only hoped that two people ahead of me were
rejected. My name was eventually called, and I went into a
room where I sat and waited. Finally someone came in and
said I was number 20, but first they had to check out my
health and finances to determine if I qualified for the
alteration.
I felt ecstatic; I had just made it in under the wire. I
was asked questions about my finances, and the information
was verified on the computer. I was then directed to
another room; where I was told to strip.
A nurse came in and quickly verified my health. The nurse
left and a member of the staff stepped in. She was about my
height, slender and looked to be in her mid-forties. She
was probably ten years older than I was.
"Hello, David," she said, "I'm sorry but there's a problem
with you physically."
I was stunned to hear that something was wrong with me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You're a male," she replied.
I let out a sigh of relief. "I don't see how that's a
problem."
"It is today," she said, "all our machines are setup to
make alterations in the female body. You must have seen
that the advertisement was for women only."
"Yes, but you're not allowed to be exclusionary of men," I
argued. "I would think that you could fill one slot out of
twenty with a man."
"This is a special promotion to bring in women to our shop.
And all of them will be getting photographed after
alteration, and their photos will be used in advertisements
to promote our store. All of this has been setup for women,
not for men."
"Why not alter me and also advertise to men?"
"I'm not changing the settings on those machines," she
replied bluntly.
"I'm willing to come in next week for an alteration at the
same price as you're offering today. That would only be
fair since you're not willing to accommodate me today."
I could see her getting flustered and knew that I had won.
I expected her to start yelling, but instead she smiled at
me. "You can get altered today, but I'm not changing the
settings on those machines."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means you'll come out looking like a woman," she
laughed.
I started to protest, but she cut me off. "Take it or leave
it."
I hoped I could get them to do what I wanted by threatening
them with legal action. But to actually take legal action
wasn't feasible when I lived over a thousand miles away. It
looked like I had lost, but I didn't like having this woman
laugh at me.
"I'll take it," I said impulsively.
She looked at me, obviously surprised by my reply. "You
will? I didn't think you would. I better check with my
supervisor, to see if it's okay."
She left and I sat there thinking about what I had agreed
to. I wondered if I would really be willing to go through
with it. I thought about the alterations that would occur.
My face would look like a woman's, but I could always wear
a beard, or pay to get my face altered. I would have
women's breasts, but they could be removed. My waist would
be small, but would get bigger if I gained a few pounds. My
hips would be large, but probably not any larger than they
were now. And I would be six feet tall and not fat anymore.
I wondered momentarily about what they would do to my
penis. But I couldn't see any reason why they wouldn't
leave it alone. All in all it seemed a fair proposition.
Another woman came in and spoke to me. "I'm sorry, David,
but the twenty machines we have aren't capable of altering
male to female. The one machine that can do it was just
uncrated this morning. We would be testing out the
capabilities of that machine by doing your alteration.
Would that be agreeable to you?"
"Will you set the machine so I can stay looking like a
man?" I asked.
"That would hardly test the capabilities of the machine.
No, we will be altering you from a short fat male into a
tall slender female."
I thought for a moment and then agreed.
The woman laid out the schedule I would need to follow. I
had to be here four hours from now so they could take some
pictures of me before my alteration. After that I would go
into the alteration chamber for 24 hours. Then there would
be a photo session for me and the other women. It would be
6:00 pm Sunday night before I could leave the body shop.
I used the time to return the rental car and to reschedule
my flight out of Phoenix to late Sunday. I called the work
phone number of my boss, and left a message that I wouldn't
be in on Monday. My flight would get back in time for me to
go to work, but I would need a day to recover from the
alteration.
I took a taxi to an all-you-can-eat restaurant for lunch. I
wasn't a bit concerned with how many calories I consumed.
Afterwards I took a taxi over to the body shop, carrying my
luggage with me. A photographer arrived soon after and
started taking pictures of me. There were pictures of me in
the nude, in my shorts, in my clothes, and in my bathing
suit.
Then the two women I had previously talked to arrived. I
tried to remember their names. I think the supervisor's
name was Mary something. And I thought the other woman's
name was Betty. Mary handed me a pair of panties and a bra,
and told me to put them on. I objected, but she said that
they were necessary for pictures on how I looked before the
alteration.
I felt embarrassed undressing in front of the women and
then putting on the panties and bra. I heard them having a
good laugh while I posed for the camera. I thought that
would be the end of the photo session, but Mary said they
still had other items of clothing for me to wear.
I ended up getting photographed in several different items
of female clothing. I wore a bikini, a negligee, a corset,
a teddy, panty hose, a blouse and skirt, several different
dresses, and high heels. Betty even put makeup on my face
and a wig on my head. By the time the photo session was
over, both Mary and Betty were laughing pretty hard.
I started wondering if this was all a setup. Maybe they
never had any intention of putting me in an alteration
chamber. Betty came over and made me an offer. "Why don't
you save yourself $90,000? We can remove your penis and
replace it with a vagina for only $10,000. Then you can
become the fat ugly woman you've always wanted to be."
I was furious over the way they were treating me. I didn't
care if I lived a thousand miles away; I didn't care how
embarrassing the photographs were; I was going to sue them
and their company. But then Mary handed me some forms and
told me to sign them.
The forms specified what the obligations were of the body
shop and of myself. The forms also released the body shop
from any liability beyond correcting any problem if
something went wrong. Another form would transfer $100,000
from my account to the body shop.
I signed the forms and handed them back to Mary.
"Good!" Mary exclaimed, "Now let's get you into the
alteration chamber."
Mary and Betty had their fun at my expense, but I didn't
care anymore. When I got into the chamber and was hooked
up, all I could think of was that soon I would be six feet
tall. I would look like a woman, but that would be an easy
enough thing to fix.
Chapter 2
When I awoke in the chamber, I didn't even remember
blacking out. They removed me from the chamber, and I could
immediately tell that I wasn't short or fat anymore. But I
was also feeling in a daze.
I was in a photography session both by myself, and with the
20 women who had been altered. I vaguely remembered
dressing up in women's clothes. But the whole thing had a
dream-like quality. Someone called a taxi for me, and
helped me carry out my luggage.
Somehow I managed to find my way onto the plane. I seemed
to remember some young man helping me, but I wasn't sure. I
slept off and on during the flight, and by the time the
plane had landed, I had regained enough of my senses to
realize I was wearing a dress under my coat.
I was embarrassed, and wondered what everyone around me was
thinking of the guy wearing a dress. I noticed I had high
heels on, and wondered if I would be able to walk in them.
But since I had gotten this far, I realized I must have
already walked in them. I walked out of the plane, and went
to get my luggage.
I called for a taxi soon afterwards. I hoped the driver
wouldn't say anything about how I was dressed. I found it
strange that he treated me courteously and called me
"Miss". When I got to my apartment building I paid him
money from my purse, wondering where I had gotten the
purse.
I was exhausted by the time I got my luggage up to my
apartment. I took off my coat and hung it up. Then I kicked
off my high heel shoes and went into my bedroom. I pulled
off my dress and saw that I was wearing panties and a bra.
I was too tired to care. I plopped down on my bed and fell
to sleep.
Chapter 3
I awoke the next day around noon. I looked down at myself,
and wondered why I hadn't undressed last night. I got out
of bed and saw the dress I had dropped on the floor. I
remembered how embarrassed I had been wearing the dress
last night.
I decided to get undressed and take a shower. As I was
taking off my nylon stockings, I felt a strong need to take
a pee. I went into the bathroom wearing my bra and panties.
I stopped in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I
looked completely like a woman.
My hair was much longer than it had been, and was styled in
a very feminine manner. But that didn't matter to me. I
felt I could easily go to a barber today to get a masculine
haircut. Then I noticed my face was very feminine and had
makeup on it. But a closer look revealed that the colors on
my face were permanent and not makeup.
This was bad. I had hoped growing a beard would be all I
needed to do. But I obviously was going to have to do far
more, and at far greater expense. I removed my bra and
looked at my large breasts.
I spoke out loud to myself: "I'll have to get my breasts
removed." I paused, momentarily stunned, my voice had
changed, and sounded like a woman's voice. I spoke to
myself again: "I sound like a woman. Why didn't I notice
that last night? Damn it, that's another thing I'll have to
pay to fix."
I looked down and noticed my small waist and large hips. I
really did look like a woman. But none of that mattered to
me. I was six feet tall now, and that was the important
thing. I told myself to hold that thought, as my need to
pee grew more urgent.
I stood in front of the toilet, pulling my panties down
slightly, and reached in to pull out my penis. But I
couldn't find my penis. Suddenly I felt urine start flowing
into my panties and down my legs. I pulled my panties down
further, seeing the last of my urine flow from a slit where
my penis used to be.
I looked closer and saw that I now had a woman's vulva.
Closer inspection revealed I had a clitoris and a vagina.
The realization was now dawning on me; I didn't just look
like a woman, I had become a woman.
I looked at the mess I had made on the floor, and started
cleaning it up. When I was done wiping up the urine, I
stepped into the shower to clean myself up. After I was
done in the shower, my next task was rinsing out my
panties.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at a tall naked
lady. I looked about 20 years old now and was an extremely
attractive woman. I decided to shelve any thoughts about
altering my appearance to look male. I was a female now and
would have to learn to live with it.
I decided the first thing I needed to do was to get more
clothes. The only clothes that fit me were the clothes I
had on last night. I finished rinsing out my only pair of
panties and held them in front of a blow dryer, trying to
get them dry enough to wear. They were still a little damp,
but I decided to put them on anyway.
I pulled my bra over my breasts, and managed to get the bra
connected in the back. Then I went into my bedroom and put
my nylon stockings back on. Next I picked up my dress and
pulled it over my head. Finally I started looking for my
high-heel shoes, and found them in the living room.
I grabbed the purse I had last night and looked inside.
There was an assortment of items in it, but most
importantly I found my wallet. My credit cards were in the
wallet, so I was all set to go shopping. I went out to my
car and drove to a department store.
When I got to the store, I went to women's wear and started
looking at all the clothing. There were so many different
items of women's clothing; that I didn't know where to
start. One of the women working in the store re-directed me
to the tall women's section.
"Tall," I said to myself. "I like the sound of that."
To Be Continued?
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