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Good Fortune
by Jack Andrews
Nate was at the end of a long business trip. He'd just worked three-and-a-
half weeks straight and finally closed a major deal. It was a deal that
would most likely give him a major promotion. Nate essentially focused
exclusively on work, leaving most of life's other pursuits behind,
including dating. Not that he wasn't good looking or socially skilled; he
simply didn't make the time. All of his efforts went into his career and
if he looked deep down, he knew he really didn't have what he wanted in
his life -- but he wasn't sure what that was.
He checked into his room and didn't bother to unpack, save for his laptop.
He connected it to his personal server at home and set things up to
synchronize some files. Once that was started, he dimmed the screen and
collapsed on the bed to relax. It really was the first time in three-and-
a-half weeks he could focus on absolutely nothing. No urgent emails, no
phone calls from concerned lawyers. Nothing from the outside world. He
decided before he'd even checked in that unless the room was riddled with
bedbugs, roaches and mold, he'd camp here all day tomorrow and ignore
everything and everyone before heading home. He stripped down to his
shorts, killed the lights, got into bed and turned on the TV.
One quick scan with the remote revealed some inane reality shows, a few
infomercials, a boring-as-all-hell soccer match and the Weather Channel.
Nate really lost interest in Scott Baio after "Charles In Charge." Why
they made a show about him being 45 and single, or 46 and whatever, Nate
couldn't fathom. He killed the TV and tried to sleep. After about ten
minutes, he realized it wasn't going to happen now; his mind could not
slow down. He got out of bed, flipped on a light and decided to explore
the room.
It wasn't anything fancy, but it was nice enough, especially for a
roadside motel. Nate's work usually took him away from the interstates. It
was mainly rural highways, where a three-star establishment was
worshipped. This room had a mini-kitchenette with a coffee maker,
microwave and fridge. There was even a hair dryer in the bathroom (making
it one of the nicer places he'd stayed) and a desk that showcased a table
card proclaiming a high-speed Internet connection. The desk drawer had a
pen from someplace called "Harry's Hamburgers" and some ketchup packets.
Nate's increased the brightness on his laptop and noticed the file synch
was nowhere near completion. Evidently "high speed" was in the mouse of
the uploader. The nightstand had two drawers, the top one containing a
standard Bible (along with a very thin white and yellow pages) and nothing
in the bottom one. The TV sat across the room on a standard motel dresser,
which was next to a hanger rack. The top drawer contained an extra pillow
and the bottom drawer was empty. The middle drawer wouldn't open.
"What are you hiding?" he said mockingly to the dresser.
The drawer refused to budge. Nate looked around the room for something to
pry it open with. He tried a wire shelf from the fridge. There was no room
to wedge it in. He grabbed a hanger from the hanger rack. It simply bent
without doing anything useful. Nate looked around the room and didn't find
anything of use. He sat on the bed, somewhat obsessed and quite
exasperated.
Nate went into the bathroom, dampened a washcloth with cold water and
washed his face. He looked in the mirror and asked his reflection, "It's a
dresser drawer, why are you getting so worked up over it?" He thought
about it as he finished washing his face.
"Maybe it's time for a real break. I've got the money and I've got the
time." He put down the washcloth, grabbed a dry one and a towel and went
back into the room. He'd try something else to relax.
Nate took off his shorts and laid the towel down on the chair in front of
the desk. He sat naked on the chair and pulled open a bunch of pictures of
a tall, proportionally busty brunette, careful not to disturb his file
transfer. She could stop an army with any one part of her body, let alone
all of it.
Nate began to stroke himself, alternating speed and pressure, while he
looked at the pictures of this beautiful woman. He'd put her into a
slideshow, with the images changing every couple of seconds. In one shot
she was completely naked sitting naturally on the edge of a bed. Her full
breasts practically floating from her chest. Each one was tipped with a
brownish-pink areola that was the perfect size for each breast. She was
shaved smooth and he could see her pussy blending flawlessly into the rest
of her flawless skin. He imagined what it would be like to touch her as
his stroking increased.
Another shot showed her in a dark pink satin bra and panties set. The bra
held her breasts up to show a deliciously large, yet not cartoonish,
amount of cleavage. The satin panties were as smooth as her skin looked.
He unconsciously imagined what it would be like to /be/ her and feel the
pleasure that he imagined that body gave her.
Nate got more and more aroused as the slideshow continued. No bra in one
shot. No panties in another. Fully clothed in a beautiful scoop-neck see-
through cream-colored blouse (sexily showing the dark pink bra underneath)
with a black pencil skirt. No more blouse. Blouse, no skirt. The slideshow
was consuming Nate's attention as he continued to stroke himself. His
breathing got heavier and deeper along with the speed of his stroking
rhythm until finally, he felt a strong tingle deep within himself. He
involuntarily tensed up and was granted the reward of a hard orgasm.
"Damn," he said to the pictures after catching his breath, "that was
amazing. You're gorgeous sweetheart. Thank you."
He grabbed the washcloth, wiped himself off, stopped the slideshow and got
out of the chair. He was going to go back into the bathroom when he shot a
look at the dresser again. He walked back over and tried the stuck drawer
again.
"Eww," he said, realizing he missed a drop of cum from his finger. He
noticed he got some on the handle of the drawer and suddenly saw the
handle absorbing his cum. "What he fuck?" he said to the dresser. He
absently wiped the handle with the washcloth and heard a very audible
click.
He dropped the washcloth and jiggled the handle again. There was a second
click and the drawer popped open about an inch and Nate immediately
noticed a sweet and pleasant smell coming from the drawer. Nate pulled it
fully open and his eyes grew wide. He looked around as if to see if
someone was watching him. Even though he came less than 3 minutes ago, his
cock filled up with blood.
Nate looked back into the drawer and confirmed what he saw the first time.
The drawer was full of many pretty bras, panties, several pair of
pantyhose, a couple of skirts and two pair of shoes. He became a bit
embarrassed that he was looking at some woman's clothing, and pissed that
all of that work was for a bunch of women's clothes.
He got back into bed, wondering about the woman who left the clothes in
there. Was it intentional, because she thought this would be a good place
to dump her current wardrobe and start over? Or did she figure some other
woman would like some of the clothes and take them in an anonymous hand-
me-down thing? Maybe she simply forgot them? These thoughts ran through
Nate's mind as he lay there, trying to put the clothes out of his mind.
Each time the thought would drift for a moment, he noticed that sweet
smell once again. After just a few minutes, he was harder than a rock and
simply couldn't take it anymore and got out of bed.
He walked back to the dresser and the drawer opened for him without
hesitation. The sweet smell was much stronger now and this time Nate
inhaled readily. He took two deep breaths and it overtook him. He needed
to sit down. He parked it on the floor. A few more breaths and his mind
softened. His mind didn't really care about anything specific, but through
the pleasant haze, he remembered the clothes. He wondered if they felt as
nice as the smell made him feel. He reached into the drawer and felt
everything. The panties, bras and pantyhose felt softer and more erotic
than anything he'd ever touched before.
He wasn't really aware that he was breathing deeply, but he'd become so
aroused it was quite natural. This served to take in more of the sweet
smell. He dreamily wondered how soft the clothes would feel on his body.
He rummaged around the drawer and picked up a smooth pair of light blue
satin panties. They felt so soft and he felt a need rising inside. A need
to know what they would feel like on him.
There was some hesitation. "What am I doing?" he asked himself. "I
shouldn't put this stuff on. It's not mine." A few more moments of feeling
the softness of the satin panties in his hands broke him. "No one will
know." He involuntarily took a very deep breath and it served to reduce
his brain function from a thinking brain to a feeling one.
Still in a daze, he proceeded to pull the panties up. They felt heavenly
soft and held him tightly. As he approached his crotch, he reached down to
his engorged cock and pushed it down between his legs, creating a smooth
front. He gently pushed his balls up inside of his body. The thought that
he shouldn't be able to do that to his cock while it was so hard had never
crossed his mind.
He once again stepped to the drawer and began to gather more clothes. He
felt high and the clothes felt even better in his hands. The first piece
was a very smooth, very shiny pair of nude pantyhose. He took them,
floated over to the bed and sat down. He rolled up the right leg and
placed his foot inside.
The moans of pleasure got stronger as the softness of the hose up was
pulled up his leg to his thigh. Nate repeated the procedure with his left
leg and moaned with the same level of ecstasy. Nate stood and pulled the
hose up over his crotch and panties. His lower body was vibrating a chord
of pleasure. There was a feeling of safety that mixed with his arousal. He
went back to the dresser drawer, and after running his hands over
everything in it again, he found a very soft satin underwire bra, also in
light blue. Heavy-eyed, he looked at the contraption and felt the clasp in
an attempt to understand it. Backwards, was the thought that cut through
the pleasure. Nate set the bra with the cups on his back as he looked down
and briefly fumbled with the two-hook clasp. It took only two tries, but
he finally secured it. The sensations from his chest were quite
pleasurable as he slid the bra around to its correct position. As he
placed his arms through the armholes, he felt immediate warmth on his
chest, under the cups of the bra. His eyes grew wide like lovers touching
each other the first time.
He noticed the reflection in the mirror and was a bit shaken: it was a
somewhat hairy man in a bra, panties and pantyhose with the smooth, flat
crotch of a woman. This almost caused him to force his mind to stop his
body until his hands ran over the softness of the satin bra and panties.
The sensations short circuited what was left of his critical thinking and
caused a sharp, deep breath.
The sweet smell was still all around the room and Nate was continuing to
breathe it deeply into his lungs. Time and place, ceased to matter for
Nate. His body might have been making the movements, but something else
was in control as he pulled a bodysuit from the drawer, stepped into it
and pulled it onto his torso.
The bodysuit hugged his body in a tight, erotic embrace over his crotch,
hips, chest and arms. His hands moved of their own accord as his mouth
moaned in pleasure.
Nate moved back to the hanger rack and saw several beautiful skirts and
blouses. He didn't realize they weren't there before and he mindlessly
felt each of them. Nate selected a smart looking wine-colored blouse and a
dark short, yet tasteful skirt. His hands and body worked together to pull
the blouse on over his bodysuit and bra. As he buttoned the blouse to a
height low enough to show off the bodysuit, it didn't register that the
buttons weren't on the side he was used to.
Nate's body and mind were clearly in the throes of pleasure. Each movement
brought him even more and more pleasure. His thoughts were reduced to
ocassional words. His body was being run my sensation and desire. He
pulled the skirt up his nylon-clad legs and over his hips. The blouse was
smoothly tucked into the skirt and he had no trouble whatsoever reaching
around to the back of the skirt to zip it up. He sat on the edge of the
bed and noticed two pairs of simple and elegant pumps on the floor.
Deciding on the one that matches his blouse, he slipped his feet into them
and stood up.
He felt an electrical charge immediately run through his body and a need
to walk to the full-length mirror. His feet and legs carried him right to
the mirror and he saw himself dressed as a very sexy businesswoman. In the
back of his head, the word "businesswoman" had him confused. He was on the
edge between the effects of the scent and his reality. Nate felt another
jolt and took a deep breath. His body froze in place and his eyes focused
on the mirror. It quickly went out of focus and he could just make out
where he is.
There was a tingling in the pumps that ran around and into his feet. Nate
let out a low moan. A similar charge ran through his hands and rolled
around his body, bouncing back and forth like waves in a bathtub. He felts
his skin tightening. He watches, but still can't comprehend exactly what
is happening. A tingle spread throughout his legs, thighs, crotch and ass
-- everywhere the pantyhose is. He felt and saw his legs slimming and
becoming shapelier. Nate's thighs began to feel less bulky and more
streamlined. His ass started to feel the tingle from deep inside. It and
his hips were gently rounding out. He could feel his ass making better
contact with the panties and skirt. His hips felt as if they were becoming
further away from the center of his body.
Nate took another deep breath and with it, a flicker of realization.
"What the -- ?"
He tried to move and can't. Nate concentrated on moving even more intently
and a strange thing happened: his arms and hands began to move by
themselves. His hands rose in front of his face and Nate's eyes went wide
at seeing his new, smaller hands. They involuntarily ran over his stomach
and his waist. The contact of his now-smaller hands with the smoothness of
the blouse and bodysuit sent an intense pleasure wave that would have
surely knocked him over had he not been immobile.
He blinked his eyes and his lids felt heavier that he was used to. His
head felt heavier, but he really couldn't place it. He can't look away
from the mirror, even thought the mirror is still not clear. He can make
out the shape his body, but no details.
Still enjoying the forced pleasure, Nate's hands ran down over his nylon-
clad legs and up under his skirt. The feel of his hands on the nylon was
amazing until he felt them go over his crotch. His flat crotch. He felt a
sensitive indentation of extreme heat and moisture. Nate's eyes widened
again, but he still couldn't control any movement. The warmth on his chest
dramatically increased along with his breathing as his hands began to rub
something very, very good. A pressure started to build and Nate began to
shake.
His hands removed themselves from under his skirt and ran themselves up
the sides of his body. They made their way to his chest. Nate felt the
underwire of the bra as his hands settled on the empty cups. They were
steady for a second when a massive release of pressure and pleasure came
forth from all over his body, focused on his chest.
He felt the warmth from behind the bra cups and his hands suddenly began
to pulse. Several short pulses followed by long ones. He felt his chest
getting heavier, his breathing more ragged. His hands started to grip the
new "accessories." Pushing and pressure and pleasure were emanating from
his chest. Even in his altered state, Nate realized he is rapidly growing
breasts. His nipples tingled. He felt his skin stretching as his body
shifted. The pleasure is insane.
He felt the pulling his skin, the pressure from the inside and the
pleasure from everywhere. His hands continued to feel his chest and Nate
still couldn't do a damn thing. "Woman," Nate thought and is cutoff when a
strong pressure wave pushed his focus to his nipples. He felt them moving
away from his body. Weight began accumulating on his chest. The bra began
to do what it was designed to do and Nate started to feel the soft satin
cups from the inside as his nipples made contact with them. He felt the
bra caressing and holding his budding breasts. The straps on the bra
started to pull downward into his shoulders.
His hands began to tweak his nipples through the blouse, bodysuit and bra.
His eyes went out of focus as his only focus was on the pleasure. His
fingers went faster and faster over his nipples. Faster and faster, again.
The weight in his breasts was anchoring to his chest. The bra was now
holding up his heavy C cups. His hands placed their palms directly over
his nipples and gently pushed his new breasts into his chest.
A shockwave ignited in his nipples. It set his breasts on fire with
pleasure. The wave connected his nipples to his clit and seemingly
everywhere else at the same time. The pleasure was endless and Nate's has
no awareness that he'd actually regained control of his body. Mindlessly,
one hand shot down between his legs and attacked his clit. The other
remained all over his new breasts. The wave crested in an endless
explosion of pleasure. Nate didn't hear his long guttural moan as he was
swallowed up by the pleasure. He fell to the floor in a still-moaning,
sweaty, writhing mess and lost consciousness.
--
Her eyes opened, light was streaming in from the window through the
partially opened curtain.
"Wow. What a night." She got up from the floor and looked in the mirror. A
big smile came over her face as she really liked what she sees: A
beautiful, mid-20s woman with dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She
had muted blue eyes that seemingly enthralled anyone that would stare too
long at them, including herself. A body to die for that stood about five
feet, seven inches tall with proportionate C-cup breasts that ached to be
touched. Gentle curves ebb and flow in all the right places to show that
there is no doubt that this beauty is all woman.
She stared more intently into the mirror and gently took inventory of her
body. A few moments pass and she remarked, "I was Nate, now I'm Natalie."
A shiver of pleasure ran from her nipples to her clit and back again.
There was a quiet calm about her as she appraised her image. She peeled
her eyes away and looked around the room. Her eyes felt on the drawer. She
pulled it open and it reveals the everything she needs to get dressed with
one additional item: a large manila envelope. A printed label stating
"Natalie" was on the outside.
She reached in and took the envelope from the drawer, sat on the bed and
opened it. Natalie spilled the contents out on the bed next to her. There
were two credit cards, a driver's license with her picture on it and a
note, handwritten in a neat, professional cursive.
"You have been given a very special gift, young lady. You checked into
this establishment last night and now you find yourself a whole new you.
Your checkout time has been extended for four days and in that time you
will remain as you are now to explore. Upon checking out, you have a
choice to make. Your only requirement now is to /be/ Natalie. You will not
be able to tell anyone about your good fortune. Use the time wisely to
better your life, Natalie, and enjoy yourself."
She flipped the note over and noticed there was no other writing or
identification of any kind. Natalie placeed everything back into the
envelope and smiled. She had no doubt she was Natalie, but Nate was most
definitely part of her and she can tell that he was pretty scared, but he
was also enjoying the sensations of her body.
She cupped her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples and luxuriated in the
sensations that charged around her body. A sexy sigh escaped from her
lips.
"What should I do first?"
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