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It all started out innocently enough. I had always had this secret desire.
Overpowering really. I remember the first time I saw a girl wearing shiny
pantyhose. It was strange, yet enticing. Otherworldly. Worse yet, I
realized that I wanted to try them on. To feel their delicious smooth
texture rub my legs. It gave me a thrill just thinking about it.
As I got older, it only got worse. I resented society for denying me the
pleasure that was the birthright of every girl. To wear tight, Lycra based
clothing. I went from wanting to simply try on her clothes to wanting to be
her. The girl. To feel what it was like to have tights and leotards arc
gracefully around her private places without a hint of bulge. Did it feel
different? Did it feel sexy? I went as far as buying my own tights and
leotards, but kept them hidden in fear that someone would find out about my
"perversion." Sometimes, years would go by without me pulling out the bag
in the back of the closet. The erotic pleasure was like a siren song. But
still the questions remained. What was it like for girls? I could
experiment all I wanted, but it wasn't quite the same.
Except for my little preoccupation, I grew up normally. In fact, I was
actually quite successful. I had a well paying job and a wife who loved me
dearly. Of course I kept my desires a secret from her. I feared she just
wouldn't understand. To be sure, I dropped hints that I wasn't above trying
something different in our sex lives. Something kinky. But the fear always
held me back. Then came the day of her business trip.
She left in the afternoon for a week. There was no chance she would be
back early. I tried to resist the temptation, but eventually gave in to my
compulsion. The bag came out of the closet and I indulged. All that
beautiful Lycra! The kind of stuff that was hard to find nowadays, but was
so common a few years back. Shiny tights and thong leotards. I put them on
and started cruising the web for a story that would satisfy my transgender
longings. I happened across an ad for a dance shop selling "one of kind"
items. It was called Fantasies and it seemed to have a large selection. My
body went cold from the anticipation. The kind of cold sexual charge that
meant I was helpless to my hunger. I quickly ordered a ribbed long-sleeved
unitard with matching thong leotard and had it delivered next day air.
Still, I was puzzled, what made these items so unique?
I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I called in sick the next day. I
just couldn't bear to work knowing that those items were waiting for me at
home. At half-past ten, the doorbell rang. I quickly signed the
deliveryman's forms and barely mumbled my thanks. Quickly, I locked the
door and made sure all the shades were drawn. Today would be a fetish day.
No interruptions. I practically ripped my clothes off and opened the
packages. There they were. Almost glowing in the darkness of the room. I
pulled on the outfit, struggling with the tension of the fabric, until I
forced it on my too angular frame. The rush made me dizzy. I fell onto the
couch.
Still moaning from the pleasure, I decided to turn on the fitness programs
so prevalent in the morning. However, this time there would be no longing
for the clothes on the beautiful girls. I had my own.
As the show droned on in the background, my mind started to wander. I was
one of the beautiful women. A flaming redhead with an outrageous body. My
smooth crotch and breasts wrapped tightly in the fabric for the entire world
to see. Just then, something snapped me out of my daydream.
The unitard and leotard seemed to have a mind of their own. They were
rippling in a most alarming fashion. As the seconds passed, the ripples
seemed to grow deeper and deeper until my body almost felt elastic. I could
barely move. Then things got really weird.
The Lycra stretched to cover my feet, neck and hands and all at once the
clothing got tighter and tighter. I could see, and certainly feel, my
stomach compressing until the spare tire around my middle was flat.
However, it appeared that flat wasn't good enough. The suit just kept
getting tighter until my waist had a distinctly, radically, feminine curve.
My lower torso suddenly became extremely malleable. The tights and leotard
seemed to suck my hips and bottom out in a movement that made me cry out
from the orgasmic ecstasy it caused. Next, there came a pulling sensation
from my back, neck, torso and legs. My 5' 6" frame was being stretched out
and the muscle was lengthening underneath. Soon, my arms, hands and fingers
became supple and long. I could feel my neck lengthening. My legs seemed
to go on forever and my feet, compressed by the fabric, seemed much too
small.
Just then, I lost sight of my body as the fabric covered my face and began
to work its magic. My face seemed to liquefy. In a panic, I reached up to
touch my head with my hands and feel what was happening to me. It seemed to
have no definite shape besides a general orb. Worse yet, I couldn't breath.
My fingers felt the Lycra slowly take on a form as if it were a mold.
Soon, I once again had a face. I let out a gasp of relief as I could once
again breath. However, it was not my voice. What came out was a sweet
sound a full octave above, and lacking the timbre of, my previous masculine
voice.
There were only a few changes left, but by this point I waited in anxious
anticipation. I could feel the fabric pull away from my chest. I knew what
was coming next. I was not prepared for the euphoria. My upper chest
liquefied and started to fill in the outline of the leotard. There was a
general sucking sensation that almost drove me to the edge of orgasm. I had
never felt anything like it. When my form solidified, I had two large
breasts, each with its own proud nipple standing in excited attention. The
sucking, however, continued in a wave like fashion.
As each wave hit, I started crying out from the pleasurable sensations.
They came faster and faster. My penis struggled to stand on end and
absolutely hurt from the frustration of being trapped in the tight material.
I noticed that with each wave, the hair sticking out of the fabric started
to recede. The Lycra crawled down my face until it cleared my chin, but
covered my entire neck with an erotic snug feeling. A pulling at the top of
my head let me know where all the receding hair was going. As a man, I was
quite hairy, so the growth at the top of my head seemed to go on forever.
However, the pleasure from my breasts and my erection served as pleasant
distractions, to say the least. After what seemed like an eternity, my hair
stopped growing, but it seemed to hang quite far down around my face and
back. It was then that I noticed it was a hot red.
There was only one remaining feature standing between me and womanhood.
The Lycra reformed around my penis in a tight sheath and started to
rhythmically pulsate. It was like getting a Lycra blowjob out of a fetish
fantasy. Joining that feeling was the new feeling of having my breasts
caressed and stroked. I was building to orgasm quickly and my woman's voice
was screaming from the intensity of the sensations. When I came, it was an
explosion like no other. The Lycra seemed to suck away my cum. I looked
down and saw it was doing more than that! It was absorbing. With each
orgasmic pulse, the leotard from the balls up, was absorbing my male crotch.
I was a little sad to see it go, but the feelings that accompanied it more
that made up for the loss. As the last of my penis dwindled away with my
orgasm, I was left with a smooth, but sexless crotch. It seemed to be
ultra-sensitive. Like the feeling you get when you shave. Skin alive and
tingling. The leotard then got tighter and started to form vaginal lips as
if it were molding clay. A gentle pushing sensation let me know that other
changes were occurring. The Lycra was forming my vaginal tract and
expanding its way into my lower torso to fill out my womb. It then
retracted and started to form my outer features. After a few moments, and
gentle, firm caresses from the Lycra, I felt folds forming. My womanhood
was born.
The brief penetration by the erotic material left me wanting more. I was
horny in a way I had never experienced before. An aching in my new cunt
that demanded attention. Just as I reached down to take matters into my own
hands, the magic worked again to form a dildo, insistently pushing into my
new pussy. So slowly that I thought I would go mad from the anticipation.
Finally it stopped, but not before I felt a sweet, full tension from my
pussy wrapped around the artificial penis. The stroking started gently.
The dildo became harder and harder. I started to feel a flush that made a
hard-on pale in comparison. It drove me wild. I wanted to be fucked and
squeezed and caressed. I wanted to feel the weight of another form on top
of me. I dreamed of a woman dressed as I was. However, she had that
special piece. The thing that would bring me pleasure like no other.
I was startled to feel hands around my shoulders pulling me down onto the
couch. I looked around to see soft, feminine hands with long fingernails.
I looked up to see my fantasy woman in Lycra. She lay on top of me and we
started rubbing our body parts together through the unitard and leotard.
Nipples rubbing nipples. Smooth, feminine crotches rubbing each other. I
couldn't help but cry out from the joy and feeling. Just when I thought I
would burst, a bulge started to appear on her. It lengthened and lengthened
until it was the largest and thickest penis I had ever seen. I had to have
her inside of me, but I didn't want to take off these tight, beautiful,
erotic clothes that had made my fantasy come true. I needn't have worried.
She just pressed herself against me and the fabric parted and allowed her to
enter me. First a push, then a wet slippery, sliding feeling that made me
burst into tears from the pleasure and joy. The joy of feeling something I
never thought I would have the opportunity to feel in this lifetime. My
pussy was being parted and the feeling was beyond what I had dared to dream.
I could feel every vein and delicious, bumpy imperfection as it slid
deeper and deeper. The heat and sensation from my vagina increasing until I
feared I would pass out.
As she slid herself back and forth, her penis and Lycra rubbed against my
clitoris. Her mouth wrapped around my own, and then hungrily sought my
breasts. The Lycra parted to allow her to lick my nipples. So this is what
it felt like! I wrapped my Lycra clad legs around her own and started to
pull her further in as I lost control. The peak was building with each
slippery stroke. Alternating feelings of fulfillment and intense yearning
as she pulled and pushed. In and out. Peaks and valleys. My moaning was
reaching a fever pitch and my hips started to buck uncontrollably.
Suddenly, I exploded with pulsating waves, rocking my body. My vagina
clamped down hard on her penis in an attempt to intensify the feelings. I
closed my eyes tightly. Flashes of light and full-throated screams filled
the room. I came again and again. The tight feeling of the magical clothing
around my new, sensitive body accentuating each one. The waves of erotic
ecstasy controlled my new wonderful form. I was at the mercy of my orgasms.
My partner then erupted. As her sperm splashed up against my freshly
created cervix, I was greeted with a heightening intensity in my own
orgasms. The hot, sensual feel of her cum caused my vagina to rock and
pulsate. I wanted to suck out every drop from her member. It seemed to go
on forever. I desperately grasped her cock with my pussy, trying to extend
the sensation. I could have died a happy women at that moment.
Finally, the feelings died down and my lover faded back into my
imagination. The suit reformed itself into its shiny, tight and seamless
form. I couldn't help but rub my body. I played with my boobs through the
material. The way they filled out my upper body was seductive. I then
started to stroke my smooth crotch. I could feel my hand pass across the
hairless and unbroken surface underneath. No penis to get in the way. A
delicious "missing something" feeling that I hoped would last forever. I
still couldn't believe it! I couldn't stop rubbing it. Soon I was building
up to another orgasm as the alien feeling of the tight clothing hugging my
new body, the thong leotard caressing my smooth pussy, overwhelmed my
senses. Another explosion. This time a gentle, flowering one, suffusing my
body with a high that made me arch my back and smile and laugh with
happiness. It lasted a very long time. So this was what it was like to be
a girl. I never wanted to go back. I fell asleep, rubbing my nipples and
crotch against the leather of the couch as if to reassure myself that I
really was a women. Turning back would have to be a worry for another day.
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