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"Maidenform"
I often search the thrift shops around town on the weekends. Part of my
hobby. I often find great deals on clothing and jewelry and even now and
then a decent pair of ladies high heels and in my size! The nice part of
thrift shops is that a lot of the outfits are vintage, the old style type
of clothes that women used to wear in the 50's and early 60's when women
dressed like women. And the fancier the outfits are the less worn they
usually are!
They call it "cross-dressing" I guess. Better than the clinical term but
all in all the same. A peculiar oddity of the human psyche, usually male.
Women aren't considered as being cross dressers because of today's
societal mores and in the fact that when women dress more like men it is a
step up for them, an aspiration to be more male or something, who knows?
Whatever the trend of reasoning past or present that is spouted and
annotated in any of hundreds of text books and journals makes little
difference. If a man wants to experience his softer side it's forbidden,
simple as that. So, like everyone else with this particular "hobby," it's
an underground thing because only those with this particular "affliction"
really understand. I see the clothing like a form of medication. Like the
epileptic or the allergy sufferer, once they get their medication they can
live reasonably normal lives. Ladies clothing for the cross dresser is
much the same. After satisfying the part of the brain that releases
dopamine or serotonin or whatever a "CD" is once again as normal as anyone
else. For the time being.
I had gotten off another bus after a few transfers and had pretty much
worked the city's thrift shops over for another weekend. I usually stuck
to the higher end places but found an interesting middle-of-the-road shop
just before I was going to take the express bus back downtown. It was
getting late in the day but since I still had a couple hours on my hands I
decided to check the place out.
The bell on the door "Tinkled" as I opened it and stepped inside. The
place smelled a little musty and looked a bit like a pawn shop but I
quickly found the women's clothing aisle. There wasn't much to look
through as I searched the hangars and shelves and after a few minutes
decided to call it a day. But on the way to the front door I noticed a
sale area then saw a steamer trunk brimming with clothing! It was a
package deal and cheap at twice the price. I noticed a lot of clothes, all
women's clothes in the trunk with everything nice and neat and carefully
folded and packed away! I noticed how nice and pristine the inside of the
trunk looked with its polished wood doors, brass handles and little
shelves that were all lined in cedar. The outside was a bit aged and
banged up from obvious travel and I imagined that in its day it was a
trunk owned by some well to do world travelers. I figured I could always
use a nice trunk for storage but what really caught my eye was a gleaming
white satin gown that turned out to be a wedding dress.
A size 6 though that no way would fit me! I had bought a few gowns and old
fashioned bridesmaids and prom dresses over the years because of my fetish
for taffeta and nylon chiffon. These type of outfits are really rare these
days but I had managed to swing a couple really nice nylon chiffon
cocktail dresses and even a few nightgowns that were rarely worn and very
vintage! That's the excitement of the hunt.
Still, I was interested in seeing what all was in that trunk. It was a
sort of "grab bag" deal so I had to take the whole lot. I figured I could
at least get a nice storage trunk out of the deal and the price was right.
So, I went to the clerk and told her I would take the entire trunk "as
is." I paid her, closed the trunk up then after lugging it outside I
hailed a cab to take me back to my apartment. Once I got back to my place
I grabbed a glass of wine and began looking through the contents of the
trunk.
I found that all the clothes inside were vintage and new or nearly so. I
searched the drawers and found two of them filled to the brim with
lingerie all neatly folded and even with the passage of time the scent of
feminine perfume was still evident. There were several pairs of sheer,
glossy garter hose several slips, pairs of nylon and satin panties and
several lacy brassieres and even a petticoat packed away that obviously
went with the wedding gown. I found a few house dresses, the vintage type
that housewives used to wear back in the 50's and found two pairs of
black, patent leather three inch stiletto heels as well. I found a little
jewelry box that contained several pairs of earrings and a few pearl
necklaces along with a couple rings and bracelets. I then searched another
compartment and found shape wear in the form of girdles, merry widows and
an old style corset. I then found several frothy, vintage feminine
nightgowns with robes all done in creamy nylon tricot and nylon chiffon.
Then in another drawer of the trunk I found a panty girdle briefer and a
matching satiny lace trimmed brassiere done up in a blush pink color. The
girdle was of vintage style and made by Maidenform! I realized that
because everything was a size 6 including the shoes most of the clothes
wouldn't fit and that was a shame especially after coming across such nice
items all folded and cleaned. I decided to put supper off and try on a few
things planning to see what fit and what didn't just the same. I then went
to the bathroom and started a hot bath.
Within an hour I was completely shaved and powdered and ready to try a few
of the things from the trunk. I started with the blush pink colored panty
girdle and brassiere. I worked the girdle up then after pushing my
testicles up inside me and tucking my penis tightly back I worked the
girdle up as tight and as high on my waist as it would go. It was tight
but I managed to get it on and marveled at my now "V" shaped mound! The
brassiere came next. I hooked the four hook and eyes in the front then
spun the brassiere around and fitted into the straps then adjusted them. I
then added my pair of silicone breast forms and found they fit a bit
snugly but that they would work quite well. I finished with a pair of
seamed, taupe colored nylons I gartered to the girdle then after slipping
into the matching blush pink lace trimmed nylon full slip I finished with
a white satin blouse and a satin lined, black wool skirt I already had.
I slipped on a pair of my black high heel stiletto shoes then after
combing my short hair back I pulled on my wig that was done up in a old
style ladies hairdo. After a bit of hair spray I was finished. I added a
touch of perfume but being more hungry than fussy about my looks left the
makeup off and minced into the kitchen.
I had a quick snack of soup and left overs then decided to put my apron on
and clean the kitchen. After that was done I decided to enjoy myself
around the place and stay dressed till bed time. I then decided to dust
the house and do a little vacuuming.
I did the vacuuming first and started in the bedrooms then did the hallway
and the living room and the dining room. It felt good feeling my skirt
swishing as I strode along on my high heels pushing the vacuum like the
proper little lady-of-the-house! Although it was tight I enjoyed the
feeling of the brassiere with the breast forms and enjoyed the feeling
when they would jiggle and I liked the girdle and the tightness of my
tucked maleness that was now out of sight and shaped into a little mound.
I imagined a little vagina now tight in the girdle as I minced along and
continued to vacuum. Although the lingerie from the trunk was too small
for me it was still exciting.
Finally finished I put the vacuum away and took a can of polish and a
cloth then returned to the living room. But suddenly as I started dusting
the room began to feel a bit warm! I checked the thermostat to see it was
set like it always was but I turned it down just the same then got back to
dusting the furniture and nick-knacks. I then moved to start dusting a
cabinet then as I took a few wiggling steps across the living room I
suddenly felt a pain in my crotch! I thought I must have tucked myself too
tightly but this hurt and felt different! Another wave of pain hit causing
me to stumble on my heels. Then the sensation floored me! I struggled to
the couch and managed to pull myself up then as the pain began to subside
I felt my chest begin to tingle in the brassiere!
For some strange reason a wave of panic overcome me. I ran back to the
bedroom. I kicked off the high heels then quickly stripped off the blouse
and skirt and pulled off the full slip. Then with my chest still tingling
almost painfully I managed to get the silicone breast forms out of the
cups then watched in horror as the lacy pink cups of the brassiere quickly
sucked tight, formed to my chest and pulled tight to the skin! I reached
around and tried to unhook it but it was no use. I tried the straps and
found them stuck tight on my shoulders. It was like the brassiere was
glued on! In a panic I started pulling at the blush pink panty girdle to
get it off then realized it wouldn't budge! It was stuck as tightly in
place as the brassiere! My head started to itch so I took off the wig and
tossed it on the dresser then went back to work on the brassiere and panty
girdle to try and get them off!
But it was no use! I could feel my chest tingling more now and began
pulling at the brassiere then felt the cups to find that somehow they were
starting to fill out! The pain started in as little mounds of flesh
started forming in the cups of the brassiere right before my eyes! I
struggled with the girdle and the pain once again returned and I noticed
that I was still firmly tucked inside. Still feeling the pain I looked
down to see my tucked mound changing!
I then reached down to feel myself through the tight pink spandex material
of the heavily paneled girdle and felt something strange. Instead of
testicles that were pushed inside of me and my penis tucked tightly back I
now only felt a smooth mound! I looked into the mirror and saw that I now
not only had a woman's "V" it looked complete! I gasped as I saw what
looked like vaginal lips and then to my horror noticed what looked like a
vaginal slit! It was now plainly visible at the front of the tight pink
panty girdle! I ran my finger up the slit and gasped in panic to find it
was real! I tried pulling the girdle off but it wouldn't budge.
My head began to spin as I felt more changes coming then noticed my hips
start to widen and my waist start to shrink before my eyes and that I also
seemed to be getting smaller somehow as well! The tingling in my chest was
stronger and more painful now two! I could see the mounding flesh of my
chest firmly nestled in the cups of the brassiere and could feel them
taking on weight as they widened and continued to grow before my eyes! I
then noticed nipples in the bra cups then felt the breasts jiggle in the
satin cups when I moved. I looked into the mirror and noticed that my hair
had started to grow too! While I was worrying about the brassiere and
girdle it had thickened and had even begun to assume a woman's hairline!
It was inches longer than it was only moments earlier and was growing
visibly longer as I watched! My facial features started softening as well
and started assuming a more feminine appearance! Then the pain returned
forcing me onto the bed. I crawled into the middle and drew up into a
fetal position as the waves of pain, hot and cold and tingling continued
washing over me and waited for whatever was happening to me to subside.
But it wasn't over yet!
My girdled crotch pulled tight and my growing breasts continued to swell
now totally filling the cups of the brassiere stretching the material
tight. The nipples now clearly evident poked at the extent of the cups as
the pale blush colored brassiere now did it's work holding real breasts. I
could feel the pain in my hips as they continued to widen several inches
more then felt the twinge in my stomach as I looked down to see my waist
continue to shrink in size and assume a more feminine shape. I tried
moving to ease the pain and the panic but then curled up on the bed once
again and waited for the pain to end. Finally too tired and worn out to
fight it any longer fell into a troubled sleep worried at what I might
find when I woke up! The last thing I remembered was my hair still growing
and had gone from a short men's style to past shoulder length in just
those few minutes! The long blonde locks continued to form and as the
growing curls cascaded past my face I blacked out.
It was early Saturday morning when I awoke still on the bed and still
wearing the matching, blush pink brassiere and panty girdle. I opened my
eyes and looked at the morning light coming through the windows then
struggled up from the bed still very weak from the ordeal but noticed to
my relief that the pain was now gone. I quickly pulled at the brassiere
and this time managed to get the straps down and get it unhooked! I pulled
it off and tossed it to the floor then noticed to my horror I now had
women's breasts! I felt them, noticed the large pink areolae and touched
the large and sensitive nipples. I then cradled them in my hands and
realized that they were all too real! I then quickly struggled with the
panty girdle. I undid the garters and took off the nylons then tugged at
the waistline of the girdle and was relieved to feel it finally coming off
as I pulled, and rolled it down.
I tossed it on the floor with the brassiere then got another shock! My
penis and testicles were now completely gone! The shape I had felt through
the girdle the night before was indeed real, I now had a woman's vagina!
I ran to the mirror and noticed my trim little muff and my naked breasts
as they jiggled and swung pendulously as I held onto the dresser staring
into the mirror. My buttocks was now rounded and my hips were now curvy
and much wider! I now had a classic feminine hour glass shape! I brushed
the long locks of hair away from my face and realized that it was thick
and luxurious and that it had continued to grow overnight because it was
now halfway down my back! Then as I stared at my face in the mirror I
began to get an almost out-of-body-experience. I noticed I wasn't as tall
as I was! It felt like I was standing in a hole or on my knees in front of
the mirror but I was indeed standing. I was now shorter by at least eight
inches! My facial features were stunning. My skin was soft and smooth with
not a trace of whiskers. It was me but I didn't look like a man anymore.
My eyes appeared larger almost "doe-like" and my cheekbones were more
prominent and gave my face an attractive heart-shaped appearance!
I slumped back on the bed naked, my head still reeling! After a couple
minutes I felt better then decided to make some coffee and try to figure
out what had happened. I grabbed my pajamas then slipped into my slippers
and headed for the kitchen. I immediately felt the "clump clump" of the
slippers like when I was a kid playing around with my dad's slippers then
noticed they were now way too large for me! And I had to hold the
waistband of the pyjama bottoms up and the same as with the slippers they
were way to large and way too long for me now. I went back to the bedroom
and sat on the bed wondering what to do. Then I noticed the open trunk
brimming with clothes. I found a women's pair of old fashioned pyjamas
done up in an ivory satin and a matching pair of women's size 6 high
heeled slippers with Marabou trim. I put the satin pyjamas on and noticed
they fit perfectly then noticed the size on the tag. It read size 6! I
tried the slippers and found they fit perfectly as well! I brushed my hair
back, fashioned a type of pony tail then left to make coffee, try to wake
up and figure things out!
I decided to stay indoors the whole day. I took my coffee to the bedroom
and began going through the trunk once again. I took all of the size 6
dresses, skirts and blouses out and looked them over and found one outfit
that even though was vintage thought it might pass outside because of some
of the retro fashions in the cities these days. I was going to have to get
going and get out to see if I could figure out what had happened to me. I
couldn't wear my men's clothes because they were hopelessly too big! Even
my small wardrobe of women's clothes I had stashed away were all too large
for me now as well. It was now the trunk or nothing and I was a bit
worried there might be still more surprises inside. But, for the moment I
had no choice.
I took a shower then dried my hair and combed it out. I put it back in a
tight ponytail then noticed my look. I wasn't very good at makeup so I
decided to add just a bit of perfume then try to put together an outfit to
enable me to get out and get some contemporary clothing that fit me. I
found it strange to dress and how every item of women's clothing from the
trunk now fit me perfectly! I soon had on panties, a brassiere a full
slip, garters and hose and a simple blouse and skirt outfit. I stepped
into the three inch heels and found a matching purse that wasn't too out
of style and put the contents of my wallet inside. I then went to the
kitchen for another cup of coffee.
I would have to work fast I thought. I couldn't go back to work on Monday,
not like this. I then decided that I had to move to a different part of
the city. Luckily I had money in the bank and plenty of credit cards but I
didn't look like myself anymore. None of my photo ID's would be valid now!
I phoned my boss and concocted a story that I was the man's sister and he
had gone out of town to look for another job and within a few days I made
all the arrangements to move.
It was more than strange stepping out of the apartment dressed totally as
a woman. I had never been outside like this before and it was a different
sensation. I realized that there was no question that I was a woman now,
but wanted to act the part as best I could to avoid any problems. I wanted
to blend in. The first stop were the department stores downtown.
I arrived home tired after having put together a modest wardrobe and
finally had pants that fit, although these were women's pants now. The
sales ladies who fitted me thought it a bit strange I didn't know my
brassiere size. They didn't doubt I was a woman though even though I was
still learning to act the part as I went along. I was thankful I had
experience with the high heels! At least I pulled that off without a
problem. And, I learned I was now a 38"D" cup! I had managed to use my
credit cards, or my "brothers" credit cards with no problems!
I hired movers then moved across town to a new apartment where nobody knew
me. I then went about putting together a new female identity for the
"new" me so I was legally a female now and got my drivers license changed
as well. I also managed to switch everything over to my new bank and
financial accounts.
A few weeks went by and I soon realized that my new "change" was now
permanent. I packed up the trunk and made sure to toss out the blush
colored brassiere and girdle so they didn't work their magic on any other
unsuspecting subject. I looked at the tag on the girdle that said
"Maidenform" then realized that's exactly what I got when I put it on that
first time, a maidens form! I now had the form of a woman! I kept up
working on my female personae and started practicing makeup and hair
techniques that I could master to at least look the part and over time I
got better.
I settled in to my new place and began making a few outings and meeting a
few people. I began looking for work too because the money was getting
short and it wouldn't be long before I would need a paycheck. I wasn't
very good at secretarial duties and ended up waiting tables in a
restaurant and lounge. I got along alright but wasn't at the level of my
former life style though. It took a long time to get into the swing of
being a real woman now but as the months passed I got better and went
without notice. I didn't care for men, not sexually but had several of our
regular customers hitting on me. I figured they were kidding but then
realized that they did indeed find me attractive.
I then realized that it may be easier to play the woman's role to get
ahead. I started looking the doctor's and lawyers over that came to the
club then started a subtle flirting to see what would happen next. It
didn't take long until I was dating. I liked women better though because
although I appeared as a woman I was still me, still a man. But I had to
survive. So I continued dating a nice man I found.
About a year later we were married. I wore that size 6 vintage wedding
gown that I still had packed away in the trunk and had to laugh because it
fit me perfectly now! I moved in with him and became the lady of the
house, the housewife, with him never suspecting I had once been a man. As
time went on I had to put up with the sex but got used to the new
lifestyle and really enjoyed the fact that I didn't have to work anymore.
Then I did the best I could and went on from there.
One final word of warning for those of you with this peculiar type of
fetish or "hobby" though. The next time you go looking for clothes,
especially those feminine, old fashioned, vintage pieces from yesteryear,
be careful. You could be the next in line for a "Maidenform!"
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