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I Know What You Want
By Amanda D.
"I know what you want." The voice from behind me said. I was bent over
fixing basement window so the voice took me by surprise. I looked up
and over my shoulder and saw an old man with long grey hair, a
scraggily beard and a large bulbous nose.
"What did you say?" I asked him.
"I said I know what you want and I can give it to you. You only have to
ask." was his reply.
Perplexed I asked, "What are you talking about?"
He let out an exasperated sigh. "I'll give you to the count of ten to
decide, man or woman. The choice is yours. But like I said I know what
you want."
To say I was shocked by this offer would be putting it mildly. I was
mortified. I had been a closeted cross dresser since I was fifteen and
had worked hard to keep my secret from everyone. How had he found out?
More over who was he? I did a quick visual search of the area.
"Nope. No cameras in sight. Though that doesn't mean someone isn't
going to jump out and say, surprise your on candid camera or something
like that." I thought to myself.
He tugged on my arm to get my attention. "Time's up." He said. "I need
your decision now, but know this offer will only be extended once."
I swallowed hard and tried to think. He looked at me impatiently. I
didn't know what to say. He started to walk away so I swallowed hard
again and jumped off the cliff. "Woman!" I shouted to him.
He turned and smiled at me. "Ah, the decision is made." he said. "Are
you sure?" he asked.
"No." I replied honestly.
He smiled again. "You'll not regret your choice." He said and then
walked away.
I stood there confused and watched him for several seconds. As he
crossed the street a large truck drove by. When it passed he was no
where to be seen. I stood there for a moment wondering if I had
imagined the entire thing. I looked back down at the window I was
working on and saw it had fallen out of the putty. I replaced it and
held it until it set. The more time that went by the more the whole
encounter seemed like a dream.
After I was done I went inside to get a drink. Being a single guy and
living alone, there was no one else in the house. I had nothing else to
do for a while so I decided that I would partake in my favorite pass
time, dressing. Just the thought of wearing woman's clothing was enough
to start getting me aroused. By the time I got to my secret stash I was
very excited.
I quickly pulled out a plain cotton bra and panty set, depressed to see
how bland they were but excited at the prospect of wearing them. I
stripped out of my cloths and headed into the bathroom. I looked at my
self in the mirror and saw that I need a shave. I pulled out my razor.
I took extra time to get as close a shave as possible. When I was
finished I inspected my work. I had done an exceptional job. I could
barely even tell that I had a beard. My skin felt a bit softer than
usual too.
Next I checked my legs. They weren't too bad since I had shaved them a
couple of days ago, but I gave them a quick once over just to be sure.
Then I looked over my chest and under my arms. My chest looked
surprisingly clean but my pits needed work. I grabbed the razor again
and in a few minutes I was all set. I gave myself one last look over to
make sure I hadn't missed anything. I noticed my pecks were getting a
bit saggy.
"Gonna have to get back to the gym one of these days." I thought to
myself.
I walked back into my bedroom and slipped on my panties. I tucked
myself between my legs. I checked my reflection in the mirror. I looked
as smooth as any girl. I smiled with satisfaction. Usually it took me a
couple of attempts before I got arranged properly but today I got it
right on the first try. I picked up the bra, turned it backwards to
clip it together. Then I turned it the right way and put the straps
over my shoulders. Once I had that accomplished I snagged a couple
pairs of socks and slid them into the cups. It didn't look all that
convincing up close but there was no way that I would ever have the
balls to go to a store to but breast forms. Besides it wasn't like I
ever went out of the house dressed or anything. To say I didn't pass
well would be generous.
I went back into the closet and look through my limited wardrobe trying
to decide what I felt like wearing. Not having much to choose from I
picked a red silk blouse and a white cotton knee length skirt to go
with it.
Going back into my room I pulled my last pair of stockings out of my
stash box. I inspected them closely and to my surprise found no runs.
"Today must be my lucky day." I marveled to myself.
I rolled them up and carefully slid them on. The feel of the nylon
against my bare skin was exhilarating. Luckily my nether regions were
tucked away or I would have had a pop tent in my panties.
Once that was done, I put on my blouse and skirt. There was something
different about the way they fit. Usually they were a bit tight but
today each seemed to fit nicely. Maybe the old man wasn't a dream. That
thought sent a shiver of excitement through me.
I stood up and walked over to my full-length mirror to take a look at
myself. Sure enough I looked pretty good. Not great but certainly
better than usual. I noticed my hair looked different also. Normally I
wore it short, almost military style. (Easier to wear a wig over.) But
now it was almost covering my ears. Also the color seemed different. It
should have been dark brown but now it seemed to be tinted red.
My astonishment grew even more when I turned away and noticed a small
sway on my chest. I reached up and instead of feeling socks, I felt...
breasts?? I tore open my blouse and looked at my chest. Sure enough I
now saw cleavage were there had been none just a half an hour before.
My heart sang with happiness at the realization of what was happening
to me.
I excitedly went back into the bathroom and pulled out my makeup stash.
I took my time and applied it as carefully as I could. With each layer
I applied I noticed my face changing slightly. I was looking more and
more female as each moment passed. My hair was getting notably longer.
It was almost down to my shoulders now.
The longer I stood over the sink the more I had to adjust my head angle
as I my height began to decrease. By the time I was finished with the
make up I had lost about four inches. I was now about 5'5". Much to my
delight my shorter stature made my new breasts look larger than ever.
Just to be sure I ran my hand over my crotch. Sure enough I wasn't
tucked anymore. For the foreseeable future I would need to sit in order
to pee. I could barely contain my excitement.
One more trip into my closet produced my only pair of, usually ill
fitting, women's shoes. I put them on and as I suspected they now fit
perfectly. Once again I walked over to my mirror. I could hardly
believe it was me I saw in the reflection. Instead of a 5'10" slightly
over weight and balding thirty five year old man, I saw a pretty red
haired woman. I looked myself over. My legs were now nice and slender.
As were my arms and hands, even my fingernails had grown out.
"Wow!" I said out loud and smiled at the sound of my new feminine
sounding voice. I just stood there looking at myself from every angle I
could think of. I couldn't believe how good I looked. I kept running my
new female sized hands all over myself.
Noticing the effect I was having on myself, I took my clothes off and
really got a look at my new body. The sight of my breasts and smooth
crotch was more than I could take. I practically threw myself on to the
bed and began to explore my new parts. The erotic feel of my long
fingernails on my erect nipples almost made me cum right away. I
squeezed and twisted and caressed them for what seemed like hours. My
nipples felt like there was some kind of electric current running
through them when I touched them. I was in ecstasy.
I didn't want to let go of my tits but my dampness down below was
demanding some attention. I reluctantly let go of one and moved my hand
south. The feeling of my fingers exploring down there made the pleasure
of playing with my breasts increase dramatically. I worked myself over
and eventually had to give up on the titties and use both hands on my
pussy. I found my clit and before long had my first orgasm as a woman.
I lay there breathing hard, euphoric at the way the day had turned out.
I couldn't believe that I was really a woman now. It was just
incredible. I wondered who the old man was and why he had appeared to
me. Then I began to wonder how long I was going to be able to stay this
way. After what I had just experienced, I was content to stay this way
forever. But I didn't know if that was possible.
After a while I got up to pee. Even having to squat excited me. After I
was finished, I decided that for the first time in my life to go
outside dressed as a woman. Not that there was any chance of some
thinking I wasn't one considering how I looked now. I hopped into the
shower expecting to clean up quickly and get right out. But alas that
was not to be. As soon as the warm water hit my now smooth skin and
bare breasts, I knew it would be a while before I was going to be able
to get out.
Sometime later I managed to pry myself out. I sat down and slipped on
my now correctly fitting panties and slid my breasts into my bra. I put
my stockings back on and then went to look for something to wear. As I
trolled through my very limited wardrobe, I decided that my first stop
would be the mall. I definitely need some new clothes and perhaps some
jewelry too. While I wasn't rich by any means, I had always been a
saver and had more than enough money in the bank to splurge on some new
clothes for myself.
Then it occurred to me that I could hardly hand anyone my debit card
looking the way I did. They would never believe that my name was Frank.
So it would be off to the ATM before the mall. Since my license had a
picture of the old me on it I was going to need to drive carefully.
I finished getting ready and after one more look over I headed to the
car. I was very nervous as I took my first steps out into the world
dressed as I was. It was all I could do to keep my self from running to
the car. But I made myself walk slowly. I remembered to smooth my skirt
as I sat in the car. Once inside I took a deep breath to help calm my
nerves and then pulled out of the driveway.
When I arrived at the bank there were no parking spots up close. So I
had to walk across the lot to the ATM. As I walked I passed several
men. I took notice of the way they looked me over. I even heard one
tell his companion to take a gander. All the attention I was garnering
made me smile. When I got to the entrance a nice looking guy held the
door for me. I gave him a lingering smile as I thanked him. He stared
back at me and I felt the excitement starting again. The walk back to
the car was similarly intoxicating.
I arrived at the mall short time later. As excited as I was about being
able to openly shop for women's clothing, I had to admit to myself that
I had no real idea what exactly I was looking for. I decided to do some
window shopping for a bit until I found something that struck my fancy.
As I walked I couldn't help but take notice of all the appreciative
glances I was getting. And for the first time in my life I had no
problem returning them with direct eye contact. I felt liberated.
I stopped in front of one store and was admiring an outfit in the
window, trying to decide if I wanted to try it on, when I happened to
catch my reflection in the window. I couldn't believe what I saw. I had
lost another inch in height, my breasts had grown a bit larger and my
hair was now completely red and hung down to just past my shoulders.
The smile that had been etched on my face since I realized what was
happening to me grew even bigger.
I walked into store and found a helpful sales girl that helped me with
finding the sizes that I needed. Being able to go into the ladies
changing room to try my new things on was a special kind of thrill that
I can not find the words that accurately describe. When I was finished
there I had about twelve complete outfits including shoes and matching
handbags. It cost me more than I was planning, but it was worth every
penny even if I never got a chance to wear half the stuff I bought.
Just being able to shop like that was worth any price I had to pay.
My next stop was at a more casual store so I could get a few pairs of
jeans and some cute baby doll tee shirts. Once again it was exciting to
try the various items on. While I was there I also was able to improve
on my undergarment variety. No more cotton for this girl from now on it
was strictly silk. As I paid for my things I realized that I was
getting a bit hungry.
I walked along the mall heading for the food court area and drinking up
all the male attention I was getting. Just before arriving at the
eating area I happened by a hairdresser and figured "What the hell." I
walked in and asked about getting my hair done. The nice girl behind
the counter told me she would be able to take care of me in about an
hour.
"Perfect." I said with a broad smile on my face. "That'll give me time
to grab a quick bite to eat." I thought to myself.
With that taken care of I continued to the food court. When I arrived,
I looked at my choice of places to eat. There were the usual fast food
and Chinese places. Normally I would be all over a burger and fries but
I really liked the way my new body looked and wanted to keep it looking
the way it did. So I opted for a nice garden salad and a diet soda.
As I ate my lunch I couldn't help but notice all the cute guys that
happened by me. I found myself wondering what it would be like to have
one inside me. I had never considered myself to be gay before my
transformation and was surprised at my lack of disgust over my current
train of thought. I just chalked it up to the old mans power. It had
taken care of everything else so I assumed that it was changing my
sexual preferences to match my physical form as well.
I finished eating and saw that I still had some time before I needed to
get back to the hair shop, so I decided to check out a nearby jewelry
store. While in there I got my ears pierced and picked out several
pairs of earrings as well as some bracelets and a couple necklaces. The
nicest thing I purchased there was a beautiful string of pearls. I
nearly wet myself as I thought about having the perfect outfit to go
with them. I was in heaven.
Looking at my new watch I saw that it was just about time to get my
hair done. I hurriedly paid for my new jewelry and scrambled off to the
hairdresser. What a sight I must have been hauling ass (well at least
as fast as my high heeled shoes would let me anyhow) through the mall
trying to not be late. I arrived just in the nick of time practically
stumbling through the door of the shop.
The girl behind the counter smiled amusedly at my entrance and then
promptly led me to a chair. She asked what kind of style I was looking
for and I had to admit I wasn't sure. She picked at my long hair for a
few moments and then said she had just the style for me.
"It'll look killer. All the guys will love it." she told me.
"Then I put myself into you ever so capable hands." I replied.
With that decided she led me over to a nearby sink and washed my hair.
The feeling of her hands scrubbing my scalp was quite erotic. It was a
good thing I now lacked the equipment for a boner cause I certainly
would have had one by the time she was finished.
After that she brought me back to the chair. I sat down and she got to
work. She first cut my hair a bit, marveling at my lack of split ends.
When she was finished trimming she got some perming treatment and
worked it into my hair. Then it was time for the rollers and then to
the hair dryer.
After about half an hour she brought me back and removed the curlers.
She then brushed my hair out and did a bit more trimming. She walked
away returning moments later with a hand held mirror. She showed me my
style from all angles. I absolutely loved the way it looked on me.
She could tell from the smile on my face that I was quite happy with
job she had done. She added a hair clip to finish the look. She then
led me over to the manicure station, where I got my nails done. I
couldn't wipe the grin off my face as I happily paid the cashier and
left the girl who worked on me a handsome tip.
I walked back to my car in a daze. I absolutely couldn't believe how
incredibly wonderful today had been. My mouth actually hurt from all
the smiling I had been doing. When I arrived back home, it took me
quite a while to unload all the stuff I bought. I brought it all up to
my room and started going through it.
The first thing I did was get out a new silk bra and panty set and
change into it. I know I should have washed them first but I just
couldn't wait to wear them. The feeling of the silk bra cups on my
breasts was almost enough to get me restarted. But somehow I resisted
the urge to play with myself again.
About an hour passed before I was done separating the items that could
go directly into my closet and the ones that needed to see the washing
machine first. So excited was I by my new wardrobe that I was actually
looking forward to having to do a load of wash. Actually anything that
would normally be considered woman's work suddenly seemed enticing. I
kind of puttered around the house for a bit, just enjoying the way this
body felt.
Just as I was starting to get bored I decided that I need to go out and
have some fun. I figured that while I wasn't ready to present my
transformed self to anyone that I knew, I wasn't about to deny all the
men on the planet the pleasure of my company tonight. Once again I was
struck by how little it bothered me to think of men in a sexual way
now.
My mission decided I went up to my room to get ready. I stripped out of
my underwear and went in to the bathroom to take another shower. Once
again it took much longer than I anticipated.
(I had no idea how long I was going to be this way so I'll be damned if
I'm gonna miss any opportunity to enjoy myself.)
Once I was clean I slipped on a washed set of black silk panties and a
matching bra. Oh I can't tell you how good silk feels on this new body
of mine! Once I got back a hold of myself I went into my now full
closet to pick out what I was going to wear. I decided on a pink dress
that stopped about mid thigh, it showed just enough cleavage and a set
of matching pink pumps with three inch heels. As much as I wanted to I
just couldn't work up the nerve to wear a mini skirt yet. But rest
assured I was going to work on that problem as soon as I had the time.
Once I had the dress taken care of I picked out a new pair of nylons
and rolled them onto my legs slowly so I could get the maximum pleasure
out of them. I then returned to my dress and by some minor miracle
managed to get the back zipped up all on my own.
(It was close there for a bit but in the end the kid pulled through.)
I went over to the mirror and checked how I looked. I was stunning if I
do say so myself. Next came the makeup. I went into the bathroom and
began applying it. Usually it took several tries before I was content
but now I could handle it like a pro. In no time I was not only
finished but in awe of how good a job I had done. I had applied just
enough to highlight the features that I wanted to without looking like
a refugee from Clown College.
I went back into my room and looked through the jewelry I bought. I
really wanted to wear the pearls but something told me that they
weren't right for what I had on.
(Miracle of miracles, I now had fashion sense!)
I instead went with a small gold cross on a thin chain the hung nicely
in my new cleavage. I also wore a couple thin gold bracelets and a gold
clatter ring. I put on my shoes and walked carefully for the first few
steps before I realized that I was having no problem with them. I then
strutted to the mirror and was floored by the image I saw. I could
hardly believe it was me staring back. I looked great!
With my confidence at an all time high I headed into the night. I had
no idea what lay a head or how long I had in this body, but it didn't
matter any more. Because of a strangers kindness my otherwise bland
life had changed forever. Even if I woke up tomorrow back in my male
body I would never forget this day. It was absolutely the best day of
my life!
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