Sweetest Fruit
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Who am I? That's a good question. It's one that even I don't know the
answer to anymore. When was the last time I could recall who I really
was? Hmm, I guess that would probably have to be about three months
ago...
Back then I was just an ordinary teenage boy. Well, I guess I wasn't
completely ordinary. After all, who among us is? My flaw was my love of
all things TG. What's TG, you might ask. It's simple: TG stands for
transgender. On the internet, it's commonly known as "the process of a
man becoming a woman, or vice versa." That's what I was into.
Somewhere along the line, it almost became an obsession of mine. I
wanted nothing more than to be the first person ever to witness a TG, or
to be TGed myself. I would look at different things in my life and
imagine how they would be different if I were a girl, or if someone I
know were the opposite sex. I would observe my surroundings, making up
stories in my head about how doing something or using something would
get me TGed. It almost got to the point where I would be sitting and
having conversations with friends when a TG idea would come at me out of
nowhere. I should've realized that I had to stop, but it was like an
addiction that I couldn't escape. I almost wish I'd told someone before
it happened... Almost...
It all started one day when I was at home by myself. I was taking
advantage of the lack of family members by checking out my favorite TG
fiction, and relieving myself every now and then. After masturbating for
a bit, I noticed that my stomach was growling. I headed to the kitchen
to see what there was to eat, and that's when I saw them: two giant
apples.
Looking at them, I remembered a movie I'd seen in which a young teenage
girl who hadn't developed yet wanted boobs. One of the things she'd
tried was stuffing a couple of apples in her shirt, giving the illusion
that she had breasts. I had an idea: why don't I try doing that too? All
I would need to do is tie a knot in my shirt, then slip them in
underneath. As I began to put my plan into motion, the very thought of
"having a pair of boobs" gave me an instant hard-on.
After a few tries, trying to get the angle just right, I was finally
pleased with my efforts. I went into the bathroom to inspect myself in
the mirror, and was amazed at what I saw. They looked perfect! It looked
as though I had a pair of extremely perky C-cup breasts! I decided to do
a couple of sexy poses, then laughed at how silly I looked. Still, just
feeling what it must be like to have breasts was exhilarating. I removed
my faux breasts and jacked off, making sure not to get any cum on them.
Over the next few days, I kept using my fake breasts, but only when no
one was home. If anyone were to catch me, I don't know how I'd explain
it. Eventually, I grew tired of the fake boobs, realizing that was all
they were: fakes. Still, knowing that TG was currently impossible, I
tried to find a way to make my breasts seem interesting again. I came to
the conclusion that I should wear them in a bra, and wear panties along
with them. At first this idea seemed odd, and I wondered why I had
thought it, but soon began to realize how much of a good idea it was.
I drove to the mall, an apple in hand. I immediately headed for
Victoria's Secret, as I knew that was where the best lingerie would be.
Slowly browsing the store, I picked various bras that I thought would
work, occasionally getting assistance from the clerks. I had to tell
them that it was for my girlfriend, and they casually accepted it. Soon
I emerged from the store, carrying my purchases with pride. I was very
excited by what I would soon be using: a lacy pink bra, matching frilly
panties complete with garter belt, and a pair of lovely white stockings.
I arrived back at my house and checked to see if anyone was home.
"Good," I thought, "the coast is clear." Throwing the bag on my bed, I
quickly undressed. I glanced at my penis in the mirror, imaging just
what sort of pleasures this would bring. I took the stockings out of
their packaging and slowly slid them up my legs. Next came the panties,
which felt odd rubbing against my penis, but I persevered. Last but not
least, I grabbed the bra. After I put it on, I'd slide the apples in,
and my outfit would be complete!
I slid my arms through the straps, bring the cups to rest on my chest.
Once more I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, and froze. The face
in the mirror looking back at me had green eyes, thin eyebrows, raised
cheekbones, and a petite nose. This face was definitely not my own. Or
was it? I thought I had brown eyes with thicker eyebrows and a fairly
large nose.
No, surely this was my face. How silly was I to think that the face
looking back at me could not be my own? As I watched the mirror, my hair
changed color from black to brown, then from brown to red. While this
was happening, the hair was growing longer, curling itself, and stopping
at the middle of my back. But wait, wasn't it always like this? "Of
course," I thought, "I've always had long, curly red hair. And look, my
eyelashes are longer! Isn't this great?"
As the changes progressed, I witnessed my lips plump up and form a pouty
O shape. But strangely, I thought nothing of it. It seemed almost,
natural. I awoke from my trancelike state, realizing that I had yet to
put the apples in my bra, to complete the outfit. I grabbed them and
started to put them in place, but stopped to scratch my chest, which had
suddenly become very itchy. Instead, I stared in amazement as my nipples
perked up, and the skin under them started to inflate.
As my breasts grew, so did the pleasure. I thought I was going to lose
it right then and there, but nothing happened. The pleasure continued,
but I didn't climax. I lifted the panties, looking for my member, but
all I found was a slit. A vaginal slit, I soon realized. "My vagina," I
thought to myself. Suddenly, my hips popped and started expanding, while
my waist drew inward. I felt a sudden urge to arch my back, and with a
pop it remained that way. I let out a light moan, not even realizing how
high-pitched it was compared to my normally deep voice.
Next my ass started to expand, larger and larger, until it was
stretching against my panties. I moaned with pleasure, causing my
breasts to grow even larger still. My legs then became long and slender,
along with my arms and fingers, while my hands and feet shrank to petite
sizes. With one last gasp, my mind was cleansed of any icky thoughts of
ever having been a boy.
As I glanced around the room, I realized that it wasn't mine at all.
"How did I end up here?" I asked no one in particular. "Well, I guess
I'd better go, before someone sees me." Grabbing a t-shirt, a pair of
shorts, and some shoes, I ran out the door, wondering where I was. As I
ran, the t-shirt lost its sleeves and wrapped around me tightly,
changing into a pink tube top. The heels on the shoes began to rise, as
the shoes themselves became 5" pink stiletto heels. The shorts started
to shrink, joining at the waist to become a very revealing black
miniskirt, which made the new girl smile. ""Like, yay!" she exclaimed.
"Now I won't have to go shopping for new clothes!" The girl continued
along, knowing that she would soon find her house.
And the apples, you ask? They returned to the store in which they had
been purchased, as if by magic...
To be continued?
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