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A Leg Man.Part 3 free porn video
I spent the night tossing and turning, tormented by feverish
nightmares. In my dreams, I sat on a bench in the mall as disembodied
lower halves of women strolled by. I watched them passing by,
terrified, vaguely aware of their terrible significance. I took no
pleasure in watching them. I could hear whispering voices all around
me, "Aren't they nice? ... Look at those legsssss! ... I'd love to get
my hands on those! ... Heheheheheheheh." Though I slept, I got no
comforting rest.
Slowly, I began to wake up, half aware of what was going on. For the
briefest of moments I convinced myself that it was all just a horrible
nightmare. I felt sure that once I awakened fully I would find myself
whole again. As I came to, I became aware of a building pressure deep
within me, familiar, yet different. Popping up off of my back I looked
down. There, with horrid reality was my new female nether-regions. The
brown trimmed patch of hair framing my new pussy. Hugging my arms
around myself I closed my eyes and exhaled. Unfortunately, the
sensation of pressure would not be denied. I suddenly put two and two
together and realized that I had to take a piss.
Not really knowing what to do, I stumbled out of bed and rushed into
the bathroom. Standing there, hopping up and down, I knew what I had to
do. I sat down on the toilet and did my best to release. It was very
similar to how I peed before, but this time, I utilized muscles I had
never used before. Despite the confusion, I felt a palpable relief as I
urinated.
Finishing up, I walked back in and sat down on the foot of my bed. I
really didn't know what to do next. It was all just so baffling.
Replaying the past evenings events, I agonized over every moment. Even
in my confused state, one thing seemed clear; the strange old man who
had struck up a conversation with me was responsible. Somehow, someway,
he had made this happen.
But why? Why would he do this? It was all so weird. It was so very
extensive. Apparently, not only had I had my lower half replaced with
that of a woman, but the whole world had changed so that it wasn't
considered out of the ordinary. What kind of power or force was capable
of such a thing? While passing a beautiful woman, somehow, my lust had
resulted in my bottom half becoming a perfect duplicate of hers.
I tried to think of who to turn to, of where to look for help. But, if
the whole world had somehow changed so that such a process wasn't out
of the ordinary, where could I go? My family! Surely they wouldn't have
changed, or friends! People who had known me all my life. That had to
be something! Then my thinking switched gears. If the old man was
somehow responsible, maybe I could get him to reverse it! I had to get
back to the mall.
Standing up with a new found determination, I looked down at my
discarded ladies clothing. There was no way in hell I was going to wear
it, that was for sure! I may have a woman's lower body, but I wouldn't
be putting it on display! I rushed over to my closet and slid the door
open, digging through the piles of disheveled clothing. Pulling out a
pair of boxers and some large sweat pants, I sat back down on the bed
and went about donning them.
As I knelt to pull the boxers up my legs, something strange happened. I
found myself unable to pull them up. Try as I might, I couldn't go
about putting them on. Concentrating, I found my arms willing to hold
the underwear, but unwilling to place them on my body. Frustrated, I
tossed them and grabbed the sweatpants. To my horror, I found myself
unable to put them on as well. Like a panicked animal, I dug through
all of my clothes, desperate cover my feminine parts with a male
article of clothing. After almost a half an hour of fruitless effort, I
sat down, weary from my battle. Sitting there on the floor, I looked
over at the skirt, tights, and boots lying across from me.
Deciding that I had to get to the mall, I gave up and crawled over to
the ladies clothing. Sulking as I did so, I pulled the tights on,
disgusted as they clung to every curve of my new legs. Standing up I
positioned the skirt. Finally, I pulled each leg up, placing the boots
on my legs, a shiver running up my spine as I zipped up each one. The
only selection I was able to make from my own wardrobe was a gray
sweatshirt. Looking at myself in the mirror, skinny young man on a sexy
woman's legs, I resolved to get myself back into one piece.
It was a tricky proposition walking down the steps in the heeled boots,
but, taking my time I managed to do it without falling on my new ass. A
cold breeze sent shivers up my legs, the tights didn't seem to provide
much insulation. As I walked to my car, Mrs. Dell, from downstairs
shouted to me from her front porch, startling me.
"Hey there Ricky! What are you up to?"
At first I considered just ignoring her and continuing on my way, but I
decided to see how this phenomenon worked. Mrs. Dell had known me for
some time. She was in her late forties and lived with her husband and
two cats below me. She was pretty for a slightly chubby woman, and
worked as a receptionist at an insurance salesman's office. I
cautiously walked over to her.
"Oh, just heading out for a little shopping Mrs. Dell. How are you
today."
"Oh I'm fine Ricky, I've got the day off and... hey! What do you have
going on there?!?!" As I neared her eyes widened. She obviously spotted
my new lower features. "What a great pair of legs! And those boots!"
she practically squealed with delight.
"Uh, yeah..." I said, still not used to how people reacted to my
altered physique, "so you don't see anything wrong with my suddenly
having these." I gestured downward as I spoke.
"Well, I've never seen it before for myself, but I have heard of such
things. I hope you're happy with it. If it makes it any better, they
look fabulous. I'm soooo jealous. I wish I had the legs to pull off a
look like that!" She said, flashing me a big grin.
Getting a little angry and frustrated with the whole thing I snapped
back quickly, "I'm definitely not happy about them! In fact, I've got
to get going, I'm going to make sure everything gets put back the way
it should be!" I did my best to storm off angrily, but my swaying hips
and gait altered by the heels boots didn't lend itself to such a
display.
I got into my car and burnt rubber out of the driveway. I was going to
get to the damn mall as fast as I could! I drove full speed for a few
minutes before remembering my earlier encounter with the policeman. Not
wishing to experience such a thing again, I slowed down considerably.
After a bit, I pulled into the mall parking lot and turned off the car.
I sat there for a bit, not anxious to go into such a public place in my
current condition. But, I had to try and find that weird old man! It
was the only thing I could think of.
I spent the next three hours stalking through the mall. Every clicking
step of my boot-heels a form of torture. Cradling myself in my arms as
I walked, almost as if chilled, I looked all around for the well
dressed man I had talked to the night before. As I walked, men would
steal glances, boys would stare with open lust. Groups of young women
would comment amongst themselves on how much they admired my boots,
skirt, or tights. They'd have to look for something similar for
themselves. It all made me quite sick to my stomach. Throughout it all,
I saw no trace of my quarry, the old man just wasn't among the mall
patrons.
After my hours of walking, my poor new feet were killing me. The boots
did wonderful things for a ladies appearance, but long term walking
just wasn't in the cards. Exhausted and depressed, I gave up my search
and headed back to my car. Sitting there with my hands on the steering
wheel, I gave in and started weeping again.
Frustrated and angry, I started yelling. "These aren't mine! These
aren't my legs! I'm a man damn it! These aren't mine!!!!" I started
punching my thighs in a blind rage. Relenting before I caused myself
any real pain, I sat there spent from it all. Wiping my nose with the
back of my hand, I started up my car and drove off.
My parents! That was it! They had known me all my life. They would know
what to do. I had to get to my parents' house. I had to get their help.
They would know that this wasn't something that "just happens", they
would recognize the utter wrongness of it all. Feeling a little
hopeful, I worked the pedals with my new booted feet and drove off
towards their house.
As I drove, I shifted around on my seat. I just couldn't get used to my
larger rump. My hips and butt just didn't sit like my old ones. As I
drove, I tried to look up and out, not wanting to glance downward, as
if the very sight of my new lower extremities made them more permanent.
I found each brush of the skirt over my new thighs disturbing. I had to
get things set right!
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