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THE TALE OF THE COMFORTABLE PANTIES #3
By Tammie Anne Freeman
Chapter 4
I woke up the next morning, and I did not feel well. I took
off my negligee and looked in the mirror. My body was red
and swollen all over. It seemed that where more hair was
removed, the redder that area was. My face was a bright
red, and hurt the most. Thankfully the areas that were the
least red were my back and my butt. So at least I could lie
on my back and sit on my butt.
I remembered that Debbie had mentioned that I might have
some redness and swelling. What an understatement! But I
guess that most of her clientele have a lot less hair to
remove. She had also given me some lotion along with some
other items as I was leaving the beauty shop.
I found the lotion and started applying it to my body. I
felt a lot better after applying it, and I thought maybe I
could still go to work. But I discovered that close fitting
clothes were just too painful to wear. I needed to wear
something, so I got back into my negligee.
I hated to call in sick today. Monday had been a holiday,
and I had taken yesterday off as a day of vacation. But I
didn't really have a choice; I was in no condition to go to
work. So I called and left a message for my boss that I
wouldn't be in to work today, as I wasn't feeling well.
I was feeling really hungry, so I fixed and ate a very
large breakfast. It was a lot more than I usually ate. I
sat down and watched TV for a while, and then started
feeling tired. So I slipped back into bed and fell asleep.
When I woke up around noon I was feeling a lot better. I
took the negligee off and looked at myself in the mirror.
My body was still red, but a lot less red than it had been.
Also the swelling had gone down a lot, except in three
areas. My face, chest and hips were still quite swollen.
In looking at my chest, I was sure it was even more swollen
than it had been this morning. It looked like I had
breasts. Small breasts for a woman perhaps, but far too big
for my liking.
I rubbed lotion on my face, chest and hips. Then after
using the bathroom, I decided to make lunch. I found myself
to be very hungry again, and ended up eating over twice as
much as I usually do. I hoped these feelings of hunger were
a temporary thing, or I would end up fat very quickly.
After lunch I sat down to read a book. I read for an hour
before I started to feel tired again. I couldn't understand
why I should be tired. But I got back into bed and quickly
fell to sleep.
It was after 5 pm when I woke up. I couldn't believe that I
had spent most of the day asleep. I took off the negligee
to again look at myself in the mirror. I was happy that
almost all of the redness was gone, and that there was very
little swelling on most of my body.
But three things were bothering me. My face had a more
feminine appearance, with higher cheekbones. My hips were
bigger, giving me the appearance of having a woman's ass.
And my breasts had definitely gotten bigger. The overall
effect was that I looked quite a bit like a woman.
I was getting hungry again, so I decided to make dinner. I
cooked a lot more food than I usually do, and then
proceeded to eat it all. And then I got more food out of
the refrigerator and kept eating. When I got done eating, I
could hardly believe how much food I had consumed.
I spent the next few hours searching the Internet. I had
never heard of anyone undergoing the sort of rapid changes
that had happened to me. I found some references to a
company that had been doing research into the development
of transformation drugs. But there wasn't anything
indicating that such drugs were available, and certainly
there hadn't been any FDA approval. Whatever drugs were
injected into me were definitely illegal.
I didn't find anything more, and decided to call it quits
for the night. It was close to my normal bedtime, and I
wondered if I would be able to fall asleep. After all, I
had spent most of the day asleep. But I quickly nodded off
as soon as I got into bed.
Chapter 5
When I woke up in the morning, I was feeling great. Then I
walked in my negligee over to a mirror and got a shock when
I looked at myself. My cheekbones had become even more
pronounced, and my face was unmistakably female. And
underneath my negligee, I could make out a very definite
female profile.
I took off my negligee and gasped at my reflection. My
breasts had swollen to a 'B' cup. Also my waist had shrunk,
and my hips had grown larger. If not for my penis, I would
have looked completely like a woman.
I got into the shower, wondering what I should do. I didn't
want go to work looking like this. But I couldn't afford to
lose my job either. A short while later I got out of the
shower and dried off. I went back to my bedroom and started
putting on my men's clothes. But they felt so awful, that I
had to take them off.
I put on a pair of panties and a bra, followed by a blouse
and some sheer stockings. Next I put on women's pants and
some flat heeled women's shoes. Then I looked at myself in
the mirror. I had worn this outfit before, and thought at
the time that it wasn't too feminine, and could pass for
men's clothes.
Now that I looked like a woman, the outfit looked
completely feminine. But what could I do? My men's clothes
felt terrible. And the only alternative was to wear a
dress. And that would have been even worse. Given my
choices, I decided to go to work dressed the way I was.
I made myself breakfast, and was glad that I had a normal
appetite this time. I even ended up eating less than I
normally do. Then I brushed my teeth and left for work. I
hoped the day wouldn't be too embarrassing.
It was inevitable that my co-workers would see me and
wonder about the changes in my appearance. And I wasn't
surprised when I became the topic of everyone's
conversation. One of my co-workers Fred Smith stopped by my
desk.
"Is that you, Don?" he asked.
"Yes, it's me, Fred."
"Well you sound like Don, but you sure as hell don't look
like him. What did you do to yourself?"
"I had a beauty makeover, do you like it?"
Fred didn't reply to me. He just shook his head and walked
away. I guess I could take that as a 'no'. As he was
walking away, I saw one of my female co-workers Jane Watson
approaching.
"Well if it isn't Miss Donna Olson," Jane giggled, "what
did you do, have a sex change operation this last weekend?"
"No, I'm still a male."
"I love your new look, and that's a really nice looking
outfit."
"Why thank you, Jane."
Suddenly I heard my boss call out for me to come into her
office, and I feared for the worst. But surprisingly she
talked about the trans-gender policies of the company. She
told me that there was a special restroom I could use until
I had my sex change operation. Then she had me sign some
forms. I decided that now was not the best time to say I
had no intention of becoming a woman.
"Now that you're on your way to becoming a woman, I want to
see you wearing a dress and pantyhose tomorrow," my boss
said. "And also put on some makeup tomorrow."
Shortly after I got back to my desk, Jane and another
female co-worker stopped by. They had overheard my boss
talking to me.
"Are you really going to wear a dress and pantyhose
tomorrow?" Jane asked.
"Yes, I guess I am."
The two women walked away, giggling between themselves.
After they left, it seemed like there was a constant parade
of people going by my desk. Some would stop and talk, but
most would just stare at me as they walked by.
Eventually the workday ended. All in all it had turned out
a lot better than I thought it would. There had been quite
a bit of teasing and staring at the beginning of the day.
But by the end of the day people either accepted my looking
like a woman, or they didn't and avoided me.
After work I stopped by the grocery store. I had eaten most
of my food yesterday, and I had to restock. I had a little
trouble when I went to buy the items. The cashier had
noticed my masculine name on my credit card, and wanted to
see some identification. So I showed her my driver's
license. She looked at the license and at me, and gave a
little chuckle.
When I got home I put all the food away and started making
dinner. I started thinking about how embarrassed I had been
today. When I wore a dress to work tomorrow, the
embarrassment would be far worse.
Later that evening I started picking out the clothes that I
would wear the next day. I decided to wear a bra that left
the top of the breast exposed. I figured that as long as I
had breasts, I might as well show them off. Next I picked
out a dress with a low neckline. Lastly I got out the panty
hose and high-heel shoes that I would be wearing.
I got my purse ready to go. Putting my wallet and some
makeup inside. I also put in a bottle of the spray that
made my voice higher. And I set aside some perfume and
makeup to apply in the morning.
When I removed my clothes for bed I got a big shock. My
penis and scrotum had dropped down, and were hanging
loosely attached to my crotch. I had hoped my penis would
improve, but it had taken a big turn for the worse. I
realized that I should have gone to a doctor today.
Chapter 6
The next morning I got up and was walking to the bathroom
when I felt something fall on my foot. I turned on the
light and looked around. I saw something on the floor and
bent down to take a closer look. It was a shriveled up
penis and scrotum.
I removed my negligee and looked down at my crotch. It
looked like I had a woman's genitals, but I didn't see how
that was possible. I still had to pee, so I went in and sat
down on the toilet. Then urine started flowing out of my
vulva; getting the lips of my labia wet.
I dried myself off with toilet tissue, and started giving
myself a closer examination. I had already noticed my labia
lips, and in pulling them apart, I saw that I had a vagina.
I stuck a couple fingers up my vagina, and thought that my
vagina could easily accommodate a man's penis.
Finally I noticed that I had a clitoris. I began rubbing
it, and started feeling aroused. I kept rubbing and started
having multiple orgasms. It was a wonderful feeling. Then I
realized I was moaning with the pleasure of each orgasm.
I decided I had better stop masturbating, and get ready for
work. I took a shower and used scented soap to wash. After
I dried off, I looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed
that my breasts had grown larger last night. I hoped they
wouldn't grow any larger; I wouldn't be able to fit into my
bras if they did.
I decided to put my makeup on. I applied mascara; eye
shadow and blush like Debbie had showed me. I put earrings
in my ears and put on some perfume. I decided to wait until
later to put on my lipstick.
Then I went into my bedroom to get dressed. My breasts fit
perfectly into the bra I placed on myself. When I looked at
myself in the mirror, with the top of my breasts exposed, I
felt myself getting horny. I put on my panties, a slip and
pantyhose. Then I put on the low cut dress. Finally I
stepped into my high-heel shoes.
I felt terrific. Everything felt perfect, from my clothes
to my body. I loved having the body of a woman. I loved
dressing like a woman. I never wanted to be a man again.
Being a woman was so much better.
I was excited about going to work, and ate my breakfast
quickly. I brushed my teeth and then applied lipstick to my
lips. I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't just a
woman; I was an attractive sexy woman.
I stepped on the scale to weigh myself. I was 30 pounds
lighter than when I had weighed myself a week ago. I also
measured my height, and was happy to discover that my
height had stayed the same. I had gone from being a short
male, to being an average sized female.
I grabbed my purse, and then left for work. As soon as I
got to work I opened my mouth and sprayed the voice
heightening substance into my throat. I would have to
remember to do this each hour.
The people at work wondered who the woman sitting at my
desk was. Jane came over and stared at me. "Are you Don's
sister?" she asked. "You tell your brother that he isn't
fooling anyone by having his sister come in to work for
him."
Now that she mentioned it, I realized that I did look a
great deal like my sister. But none of my co-workers had
ever met my sister. At most they knew I had a sister. "No,
I'm Don Olson," I replied.
"No way," Jane insisted, "you don't even sound like a guy."
"I'm not a guy anymore; I became a woman last night."
"Sure you did," Jane said, not believing a word I said.
My boss stopped by my desk. "Come with me, miss," she said.
I followed my boss into her office. "Where is Don?" she
asked. "And don't give me that crap about you being Don".
"But I am Don," I said. I tried to convince her that I was
myself. My voice made it more difficult, since I now
sounded like a woman. But my knowledge of my job and the
people I worked with finally convinced her.
My boss looked me over from head to toe. She thought it was
amazing how much I looked like a woman. She had some of my
female co-workers come into her office with me and locked
the door. They all wanted to know how I managed to look so
much like a woman so quickly.
"I don't just look like a woman," I said. "I really am a
woman."
"Prove it!" my boss laughed.
I lifted up my dress, and told her to pull down my panties
if she wanted proof. She said okay, and pulled my panty
hose down to my knees.
"You sure do have pretty panties," one of the women
commented.
Then my boss pulled down my panties. The women all gathered
around to look at my crotch. "Amazing!" my boss exclaimed,
"you really are a woman. I've never heard of anyone
changing from a man to a woman as fast as you did. Well, I
guess congratulations are in order."
I accepted several congratulations while I pulled my
panties and panty hose back up. Several of the women wanted
to know how I did it. But my boss told us to get back to
work, so my explanation would have to wait.
Later in the morning Jane invited me to go out to lunch
with her and some other women in the office. I sprayed my
throat with voice heightener just before we left. At lunch
I was bombarded with questions. "Were you a woman all
along? How long have you wanted to be a woman? Do you have
breasts implants? When did you get your surgery?"
I said that three days ago I was completely male, and that
it was only this morning that I awoke to find that I had a
vulva. I explained that I had never wanted to be a woman
before today, and that I had neither breast implants nor
surgery for sexual re-assignment.
They found it hard to believe me, and wanted a more
detailed explanation. So I started telling the story of how
I became a woman. I told them about Stacy, and how she had
got me into her panties. About how Helen had sold me
panties and a whole lot more clothes. About what happened
in the beauty shop. Although I left out the part where I
had sex with the two women.
I talked about how my breasts had grown, and about how my
penis had fallen off this morning. I'm not sure I convinced
them, but I did entertain them with my story. Many of the
women took to calling my story "the tale of the comfortable
panties". I wondered what the next chapter in the tale
would be, but that would have to wait for another day.
THE END
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