Mystery Plunge
By Julia Manchester
© 2010
This is a work of fiction. The characters of the story are all
fictitious, and any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is
purely coincidental. The events portrayed are likewise fabrications.
This work also includes mature subject matter and may not be appropriate
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Todd:
It was an idyllic scene. A waterfall cascaded over the cliff face into
a turquoise pool that was about 200 feet in diameter. The falling water
was caught by a warm breeze as it plunged into the clear pool of water,
creating a thin mist that hovered near the base of the falls, and in
that mist lived a delightful, perpetual rainbow. The edge of the pool
was grassy, but the bottom was the purest white sand that gradually
deepened. As the depth increased the blue of the water became deeper
until it was a midnight blue near the center.
It was the first day of our honeymoon and the desk clerk had told us
about Silver Falls. There was a hidden ledge that actually ran behind
the falls about 15 feet above the pool, and it was very popular with
tourists. She warned us to wear our bathing suits if we went behind the
falls because the mist soaked everything.
I was surprised that there was no one else around when we got to the
falls, but that was okay - A little privacy with my bride in this
incredible place was perfect. Jill looked really hot in her skimpy,
white halter top bikini, and it was all I could do to keep Mr. Happy
under control. Still, I couldn't help wondering what it would be like
to "do it" in the pond, under the falls.
Jill:
I left my beach bag and the blanket on the ground and took Todd's hand
as he led the way up the narrow, rocky ledge that passed behind the
falls. I was a little afraid of the footing as we neared the falls.
The rock was very damp and slippery and I was frightened by the climb
and the thunderous noise from the cascading water, but Todd's strong
grip was reassuring.
I was also a little sore from my wedding night. It had been a
completely wonderful experience, and Todd had been an absolute stallion
in our wedding bed. I never dreamed it could be so beautiful (yes, I
was a virgin) or that he would have such tremendous stamina. Even now I
shivered when I recalled the experience.
We had never heard of the ledge - it wasn't mentioned in any of the
brochures we got from the lodge when we were planning our honeymoon, but
when the desk clerk told us about it we decided to check it out. She
also told us that some couples took what was known as the "mystery
plunge," which amounted to jumping from the ledge through the waterfall
to the pool below.
When I asked the clerk why it was called the "mystery plunge," she told
me there were some old wives tales that the plunge sometimes affected
the couples in strange ways. One couple once claimed the plunge made
them more in tune to each other's feelings, another said it made them
more sympathetic to each other, and one couple even claimed to be able
to read each other's thoughts, but the clerk dismissed that one as too
fantastic to be believable.
Todd:
The roar of the falling water was fairly loud behind the falls, and
though it fell in sheets I could still see the pond below. The spray
from the falls drenched us even before we were behind the water. Once
there, though, the view was fantastic, and we both felt a sense of
romance as we gazed through the clear, sparkling water.
I turned toward Jill and saw the refracted light dancing over her form.
The prismatic effect created fleeting dots of red, blue and yellow on
her white bikini, adding to the magical feeling. Her nipples were as
fully erect as when I had played with them in our room last night, and
they pressed into her top, creating two marvelous little points that
seemed to stand at attention. The dampness of her suit had turned it
translucent, allowing me to see her large, dark areola, and her
delightfully feminine hips glistened as droplets of water slid down her
wonderful contours.
I was filled with a burning passion, and I kissed her impulsively,
pinning her back against the smooth, cool rock behind the falls. I felt
her surrender to my advances, and I was tempted to take her right there.
After all, how many couples can say they "made it" underneath a
waterfall? But I restrained myself and asked her if she wanted to take
the plunge.
She looked up at me, doubtless thinking of the desk clerk's tales, and
giggled.
"Why not?" she replied with a flashing smile.
"C'mon," I urged, taking her hand.
We both leapt at the same instant, holding hands all the way down.
Jill:
The whole experience had been incredibly exciting and erotic. Todd had
managed to get me aroused, and as I jumped I couldn't help thinking
about our wedding night, his wonderful lovemaking, and how I wanted his
marvelous penis forever. As I felt the water come crashing down over me
I also felt a brief, intense electric shock that left me breathless as I
fell towards the pool. I just managed to keep my mouth shut as I felt
the impact of the water below.
Todd:
Even as I jumped I was thinking of taking Jill back to the room and
screwing her brains out. The memories of the previous night were
intoxicating, and I wanted her wonderful pussy now and forever. I was
completely surprised by the jolt of electricity that struck me as I
passed through the falls, and in the brief moment before I struck the
water in the pool I heard a high-pitched scream, then my mouth filled
with water. My body lanced through the water, and I sank deeper and
deeper. I felt a strange pain in my chest and my lungs filled with
water. I thrashed about in an effort to regain the surface, but it was
to no avail until my feet hit the sandy bottom of the pool. I used the
bottom to propel myself upwards, and as I shot towards the surface I
felt my swim trunks slide right down my legs and past my feet. They
didn't seem important at the time, though. Breathing was much higher
priority, so I ignored them for the moment.
Jill:
Todd and I became separated when we hit the surface. As I cut through
the water to the depths of the pool I was aware that my suit felt
terribly tight - both the top and the bottoms - almost painfully so --
and when I pushed myself to the surface I was aware that my whole body
felt strange. As I broke the surface I took a deep breath and looked
around for Todd. He was nowhere to be found, but a moment later a girl
surfaced not ten feet away from me, gasping and coughing.
"Who are you?" I asked. My voice sounded strangely husky, but I
ignored that, assuming my voice or hearing, or both, had been affected
by the water.
"I - I'm Todd Brenner," the girl replied with a confused expression.
"who are you? Where is Jill?"
"I'm Jill, but you can't be Todd," I replied, again noting the odd, deep
sound of my voice.
"I AM Todd, but you sure as hell aren't Jill," the girl replied
indignantly. "Jill is my wife," she added. "I've got to find her!"
Without another word the girl dove downward into the pool, and as she
did, I caught sight of her naked bottom and feminine legs, and a chill
went through me.
I was stunned by what I had just seen and heard but that was nothing
compared to the shock I got when I looked down at myself! What I saw
was a muscular, masculine chest - a MAN'S chest - wearing my bikini top!
The bikini's cups were empty except for the well-defined pectoral
muscles that I had somehow acquired, and my arms and shoulders matched
my new chest.
Suddenly I felt lightheaded, and I swam towards the shallows until I was
able to walk. As soon as my feet hit the sandy bottom I reached down
and felt the bulge of what could only be a man's penis and scrotum
distorting my suit bottom. I may have been a married woman for only a
day, but I certainly knew what a man's equipment felt like. Somehow I
had been transformed into a man! In that instant I realized that the
girl was, indeed, Todd!
Todd:
I dove down, desperately trying to find Jill, but she was nowhere to be
found, which was odd since the water was so clear and bottom of the pond
was visible for a good distance. As I frantically searched for my wife
the nagging realization that my voice had sounded awfully shrill
injected itself into my consciousness. Also the strange guy claiming to
be Jill seemed to be absurd, but it was disturbing as I tried to
concentrate on my mission. The problem was my coordination seemed to be
off, and my strength wasn't up to par either, but I kept searching until
I ran out of air. As I surfaced I hoped Jill had made it out of the
pool.
I gasped as I broke the surface, and immediately felt a strange
sensation from my chest, but my attention was drawn to the guy I'd seen
in the water. He was sitting in waist-deep water near the edge of the
pool. He seemed to be examining one of his arms, but when I surfaced he
looked up.
"Todd?" He called out.
"Yeah," I replied. "Please help me find my wife before it's too late!"
I called out desperately - then stopped cold. My voice wasn't just
shrill, it had a distinctively girlish timbre.
"Dammit, I'M JILL!" He said again. "If you don't believe me look at
yourself!"
I looked down at myself - and saw two large, feminine boobs literally
floating in front of me -- growing from MY chest! They bobbed on the
water and I was suddenly aware that I could feel them; feel the water
swirling around them... and between them!
"Sonofabitch!" I blurted, and suddenly I was gasping for air and
feeling lightheaded. My vision blurred, then everything went red, then
black.
Jill:
When I saw Todd's eyes roll up into his eyelids I knew I had to get him
- or her - out of the water before he drowned. It was ironic, really.
He had been trying to rescue me, yet HE was the one who needed to be
rescued now.
I dove into the pool and it only took a few strokes with my new,
powerful arms to reach him. I caught him just as he was sliding under.
He wasn't completely unconscious, but he was really groggy and
disoriented so I helped him reach the shallows and wrapped an arm around
his waist to steady him as I steered him to shore.
"What happened to me?" He asked weakly, and I couldn't help but notice
that my husband was now an absolutely gorgeous young woman.
"We've been changed - both of us - a lot," I told him as gently as I
could. For some inexplicable reason I felt very protective of him, and
I wanted to make sure he got safely to shore before I told him anymore.
I sat Todd on the blanket, and as he slowly regained full consciousness
I became very aware of his large, perfectly-formed breasts and his
fantastic figure. The combination of those features, along with his
beautiful face, was having a strange effect on me. Despite a strange
desire to keep him naked I retrieved my bikini from where I had
discarded it and helped him with the halter top. His boobies were so
big my top barely fit him. He only put up a token resistance, and when
he did finally object that he shouldn't be wearing a bikini I pointed
out that he really needed a top now, and that without one he would give
any guy who happened along a free show.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he reluctantly agreed, "but, what about
you? I lost my trunks in the pool."
"Let's get the suit bottom on you first, then I'll go look for it," I
told him, and he acquiesced.
I reached down and took his hand and lifted him to his feet with almost
no effort at all, and I let him lean against me for a moment for
support. When he squirmed into the suit bottom I went back into the
pool to look for his trunks.
I found them easily, thanks to the clear water and sandy bottom, and I
managed to get them on before leaving the pool. It felt incredibly
weird to be topless, yet fully dressed for swimming. I hadn't gone
without a top since I was about four years old, and the ingrained
conditioning kept nagging at me, but I forced the thought away, telling
myself over and over that I'm a guy now, and its okay for guys to go
around without a top. I mostly believed what I was telling myself, but
I still felt like an imposter.
Todd:
I was almost too dazed to think. I just sat there on the shore, staring
down at the two, seemingly huge breasts that ballooned outward from my
hairless chest. To say that it was a shock to find myself as a female
was an absurd understatement. I was practically catatonic.
I was only vaguely aware that the guy who claimed to be Jill had left -
I was just a bit preoccupied with my crazy situation. One of the
strangest sensations was feeling Jill's bikini top cradling my newly
acquired boobs. I felt the straps of the halter top pulling at the base
of my neck and circling my back, and I was constantly aware of the
slight strain. The soft material of the cups lifted my - MY - breasts
and pushed them together, giving me a great view of my impressive
cleavage when I glanced down. The cups, such as they were, caressed the
sides and bottoms of my new appendages, leaving entirely too much
exposed to the public, but the weirdest part was actually having
sensations in parts of my body that shouldn't even exist! It also
didn't help that those puppies looked even larger than Jill's. The cups
just barely concealed the large areolas that surrounded the new super-
sized nipples that came with my instant boob job.
When I was finally able to look past my new hooters I saw a tiny waist
and somewhat wider hips. I stared forlornly at the nearly flat
triangular patch of white fabric that covered what had to be a - my -
new vagina. I didn't have the nerve to touch myself half hoping it was
all a bad dream. It was only when I forced my eyes to shift downward to
my smoothly shaven, softly curved legs that I realized I was sitting
just like a girl, with both legs canted to the left and my right arm
supporting my torso.
The guy that Jill had become surfaced out in the water, fumbled around
beneath the surface for a moment, then emerged wearing my swimming
trunks. As my transformed spouse waded ashore I examined her new form.
She looked tall, certainly over six feet, with a narrow waist, broad
shoulders, and what appeared to be a fairly muscled torso. Her arms and
legs were creased with muscles too, but not overly so, and her square
jaw and regular features were topped with fairly short hair. There was
a look of concern on her face as she waded ashore.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Too weird for words. What the hell happened - I mean, I KNOW what
happened, but HOW did it happen?"
Jill shrugged her suddenly broad shoulders. "I don't know any more than
you, but if I had to guess I'd say that those stories the clerk told us
about the mystery plunge are true," she replied.
"Oh shit - I forgot about that," I admitted, mentally kicking myself for
not making the connection. "Let's go back and do it again. Maybe we
can change back," I suggested.
"It's certainly worth a try," she agreed.
Jill:
I rather doubted that a second plunge would do any good - Call it a
premonition - but Todd looked desperate, and things were too weird not
to try everything. I had no desire to be a guy anyway. I enjoyed being
a woman, especially Todd's wife, and I knew nothing about being a man.
I agreed to try again.
It felt incredibly strange to be so much taller than Todd. He was at
least six inches shorter than me now, and at least fifty pounds lighter,
but the height difference was nothing compared to the instant sex
change. I couldn't help but be aware of my new masculine equipment as
we walked back to the rock ledge. It changed the way I walked, forcing
my legs apart and widening my stance, and I was very embarrassed to
discover how sensitive it was. For some reason I was fascinated by the
sight of Todd's new female form, and without any warning I felt my new
shaft become hard and begin to rise up, pressing against the fabric of
my inherited swimming trunks. Since I had no experience with penises,
at least as an owner, I had no idea how to control it.
It was embarrassing, to say the least, and before Todd noticed my
problem I took a couple of quick steps to take the lead and reached back
to take his hand. At least with me in front he wouldn't be able to see
my lack of control.
Todd:
The simple act of walking was humiliating. My hips undulated from side
to side in a girlish way, and my new boobs bobbed and bounced with each
step I took. My long hair brushed against my shoulders, and every time
there was a gust of wind it blew in my face, forcing me to rake it away
from my eyes and mouth. My legs were shorter than Jill's, and when she
strode ahead of me it was a struggle to keep up. My stance had narrowed
considerably, and my thighs seemed to brush against each other. Of
course there was nothing down there to keep them apart anymore.
As my new breasts jiggled in Jill's bikini halter the nipples rubbed
against the fabric, and I discovered they were incredibly sensitive. I
was mortified when I felt them harden and begin to enlarge as I
struggled to keep up with Jill. I glanced down and was embarrassed to
see my nipples pushing into the thin material of the cups, protruding at
least ? inch. Even worse, the chaffing of my nipples seemed to make my
whole body feel very odd, and I sensed dampness between my legs that I
didn't even want to think about.
At that point I was relieved that Jill had taken the lead. There was
less chance that she would notice what had happened to my nipples - or
the fact that I was blushing uncontrollably - but there was another
reason too. For some reason I felt a little unsteady on the ledge, and
the sheer drop appeared more daunting than it had just a short time
before.
It seemed ironic that it had been less than a half hour since I had led
Jill up this very path. At the time I had no trouble with my footing or
any feelings of apprehension, but this time I was glad for her
assistance. When we reached the back of the falls she looked back at me
and I squeezed her hand. This time I followed her into the spray.
Jill:
I closed the door to our room and threw the deadbolt for added security,
though that didn't seem as important as it once had. Todd had preceded
me into the room, and he plopped down on a chair at the small table in
the corner of the room in a most unladylike way, holding his head in his
hands. It was then that I noticed his fingernails were nicely shaped
and polished with a pale pink polish. I also saw that he had cute
little pink, butterfly earrings in his magically pierced ears.
"What do we do now?" He asked mournfully in his new high, feminine
voice.
"I don't know, honey," I replied honestly. I was just as confused as
Todd by what had happened to us, and I had no idea how to reverse it.
When no less than three additional jumps failed to restore us to normal
we decided to return to our room and managed to sneak in a side door
without being seen by the clerk, but we hadn't thought beyond that.
I was fairly sure we could borrow each other's clothes - I was about
Todd's former height and weight - perhaps a bit taller - and he was
close to my old size, except - I hated to admit - a little better
endowed on top and a bit thinner in the waist.
In fact, as I sat on the edge of the bed and faced Todd I couldn't help
noticing that my remodeled husband's facial features bore a faint
resemblance to his former self. He was extremely attractive, more than
just pretty. His long auburn hair was wet and tangled, and of course he
had no makeup on, but his blue eyes were wide and innocent looking, and
his oval face and high cheekbones combined with a pert nose, full lips,
and a flawless complexion to create a beautiful countenance. His narrow
shoulders gave way to full, ripe breasts, a very slender waist, and
perfectly formed hips, and his legs were wonderfully sculpted and
perfectly proportioned.
I looked away before Todd noticed me staring at him. He was extremely
self-conscious as it was, and I didn't want to make him more
uncomfortable. Instead, I decided to go in the bathroom and see what I
had to work with now.
I knew that my new body was fairly fit, but I wasn't prepared for what I
saw in the mirror. My new masculine frame was about 6' 1" or 6' 2" and
maybe 180 pounds - Not bad at all. I was looking at myself from my
normal feminine perspective, and I liked what I saw.
I had a ruggedly handsome face, piercing blue eyes, and a square jaw.
My shoulders were broad, and my arms revealed some impressive muscles.
My face also seemed vaguely familiar, but I was too distracted to
examine it more closely. I had well-defined abs, a narrow waist (for a
guy) and legs that looked sturdy and muscular. If I was still in my old
body I'm sure I'd have been very attracted to the new me, but as it was
I merely felt gratified that I hadn't turned into a bizarre parody of
masculinity. If I had to be a man then this was the man I'd want to be,
at least physically.
That thought made me wonder - Had we each been turned into our own
physical ideal of the opposite sex? In my case it wasn't far off, but I
couldn't guess whether it was true for Todd.
At that moment Todd shouted from the other room and I quickly went to
him.
Todd:
After Jill left the room I got up and tried to put on a pair of my
slacks, but they were way too big for me, except in the hips, which were
too snug. I stepped out of the slacks and tossed them on the bed
angrily. As I did my wallet flew out of the back pocket. I opened the
wallet when I picked it up, a purely routine action, but when I saw the
driver's license I was stunned! Instead of my former face staring back
at me I saw a picture of Jill - the new Jill - except that wasn't her
name. The license said she was Jack Burns - Burns was Jill's maiden
name - and it listed her height as 6' 3," and her weight as 190 pounds.
The date of birth and our new address were the same, but everything else
was different, right down to the little "M" in the gender box.
Jill opened the bathroom door as soon as I yelled for her, and she
quickly came over to me.
"What's wrong?" She asked, and I held up the open wallet for her to
examine.
"Whoa!" She exclaimed. "What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know," I admitted, "but this is definitely freaky!"
"It WAS freaky - It's way beyond that now," she replied, and I had to
agree with her.
Jill looked at the license for a moment then examined the other items in
the wallet. There were credit cards, a voter registration card, library
card, key card - all issued to Jack Burns. When she finished she
retrieved her purse and found her own wallet. Inside was a driver's
license with a picture of the new me issued in the name of Tammy Burns.
It had my correct date of birth, except I was two years younger now, and
it listed me as 5' 6" tall and 120 pounds. Just as with my wallet, hers
contained several credit cards, some in the name of Collins, some in the
name of Burns, and other identification, most of it issued to Tammy
Collins.
As I stared at the contents of the wallet Jill cleared her throat. When
I looked up at her she pointed to the slacks I had discarded. "Uh,
honey, I'd like to get dressed. Do you mind if I, ah, borrow those
things?" Jill asked.
I glanced back at the slacks, and my shirt and belt, and sighed. "Go
ahead," I replied. "They don't fit me anyway."
"Yeah," she nodded, adding, "I'll also need a pair of socks, some
briefs, and your shoes."
I just pointed to my suitcase and looked away.
Jill:
More insanity! Our identification had been altered along with our
bodies, and now I'm "Jack," and Todd is "Tammy."
At least we're still married to each other, although our last name is
now my maiden name. I wondered what else had changed.
I was able to get dressed without any problems, though pulling a pair of
men's briefs up my hairy legs, over my new "package" felt just a bit
strange. I had to fight off the urge to shave my legs - they looked
terrible with all that coarse hair, but I realized it might look just a
bit odd to other people to see a man with shaved legs.
Instead I felt my chin - that was where I was supposed to shave now - at
least as long as I remained male. Though I felt a bit of stubble I
decided not to try to shave, considering I was completely inexperienced
in scraping a blade over my face.
When I returned to the room Todd was still sitting on the bed, going
through my purse - or I guess it was his purse now, considering what we
had found. He was still wearing my bikini, and I couldn't believe how
sexy he looked, especially sitting with his legs crossed at the thighs
and supporting himself with one arm on the bed.
"Look at this," he said, gesturing to several items on the bed.
I picked up the first paper and saw that it was our marriage license,
except the names now matched our new identification, which came as no
surprise. Now, however, instead of my friend, Beth, Todd's sister Tonya
was listed as the Maid of Honor, and my - MY - Best Man was Bill Mercer,
a guy I actually dated once, but who was now, apparently, a very good
buddy of mine.
The second item was a paycheck stub from the restaurant Todd managed,
only it was for a far smaller amount than he usually brought home, and
his position was listed as "waitress."
The third item was a picture ID from a local college, listing Tammy
Collins as a student. Obviously Tammy had either graduated, which
didn't seem likely if she was a waitress, or she hadn't yet changed her
name with the college.
The last item was a business card with my new name, identifying me as
the assistant manager of the bank branch where I have been employed as a
teller. That was a shock, but the real surprise came when I saw the
initials "MBA" after my new name.
I was completely stunned! In reality I had an Associate Degree in
accounting, and I was nowhere near a Bachelor Degree, much less an MBA.
"What is happening to us?" Todd wailed. "First I get turned into a
woman, and now I - I've been demoted to being a waitress! We'll never
make it financially," he moaned.
"Don't be too sure," I told him as I fished another paper from my new
wallet. It was another pay stub - one of my "new" ones - and it was
another shock.
"Look at this," I told him as I handed it over to Todd.
I watched as his eyes grew wide. According to the stub my new salary at
the bank was far more than twice what Todd formerly earned as manager of
the restaurant, and even more than twice as much as our former combined
incomes. If we added his pay as a waitress to what I was now earning we
would be a lot better off - even comfortable.
"I don't believe it," he breathed.
"Me either. I don't believe any of this, but this is the first good
thing we've discovered, and I'm not about to complain," I told him. "At
least we know we won't starve.
"Speaking of which, I'm famished. Let's get something to eat," I
suggested.
"You mean, go out?" He asked with a look of fear in his eyes.
"I think we'll have to go out," I replied. "This place doesn't have
room service, and I'm too hungry to settle for chips from a vending
machine."
"But - I can't go out - Not like this!" He protested, gesturing to his
new form.
"You'll have to change, of course, but I'm sure there's something of
mine that will fit you," I assured him.
"That's not what I mean," he exclaimed. "I can't go out of here dressed
like a, a woman! People will think I'm completely crazy!"
"Honey, in case you haven't noticed it, you ARE a woman, at least
temporarily, and it would look odd if you WEREN'T dressed like one," I
reminded him.
"But, I don't know how to act, what to do - Hell, I don't even know how
to dress!"
"I'll help you with dressing, and as far as knowing how to act, just act
normally and keep it low key. If we don't call attention to ourselves
nobody will even notice us," I assured him, adding: "If I'm reading
this right everyone but us will think we've always been this way, and
that nothing is out of the ordinary. According to all the documents
we've found we were supposedly born like this, and though you and I know
better I don't think anyone else has a clue."
"I just feel so..."
"Yeah, me too," I agreed as I interrupted him. "But we still have each
other," I pointed out.
Todd:
For some reason Jill's simple statement that we still have each other
touched me deeply, and I felt tears come to my eyes as I smiled at her.
She grinned back at me, and that was when I noticed the strong
resemblance to her former self. She had many of the same facial
expressions she had as a woman, except the effect was completely
different of course, but her grin was nearly identical. In fact, the
more I studied her, the more I was convinced that she was the same
person in all things, except one of course, and that her present
appearance was how she would have looked if she had been born male.
I realized that if that was the case, then my current appearance was
exactly how I would have looked if I had been born a girl - Which
according to the contents of "my" purse was now the case.
That train of thought kindled a desire for a closer examination of my
new face and form so I excused myself and went into the bathroom.
My breath caught in my throat when I turned to face the mirror. The
image that confronted me was me, yet it wasn't me. My reflection had
certainly never looked anything like this before, yet I could see that I
had the same basic genes, except for that one special one of course. My
complexion was the same tone, and there was definitely a "family
resemblance." I even had the same small mole on my shoulder.
Beyond that, though, my new form was vastly different. My face was
now... too damned pretty to suit my mood, and the large, perfectly
formed hooters on my chest thrust themselves towards the mirror,
threatening to burst out of Jill's tight halter top. My eyes were
riveted on my new, strawberry-sized nipples that crowned each melon-
sized breast.
When I was able to tear my eyes from my boobs - God, what a thought! - I
saw that my waist was even thinner than I had originally thought. It
was tiny - even for a girl - with a cute little "innie" navel. My hips
now seemed very wide, but then I realized that was normal for a girl.
Perhaps they were even a bit on the slim side, I wasn't really sure. It
was all very confusing.
My legs, which I noticed were perpetually clamped together, looked
entirely too shapely from the front, and when I turned to the side they
looked even shapelier. From that position I could also see that my
scantily-clad bottom was softly rounded, and that my back had a classic,
feminine arch.
I was in big trouble. No disguise in the world would make me appear
masculine. Hell the body I was wearing would look good in an oil drum!
Jill's plea that she was starving brought me out of my reverie and put
the fear of God in me. What was I going to do now?
I couldn't believe that she actually expected me to go out looking like
I did, and the thought of appearing in public like this was both
terrifying and humiliating! I may look like a chick on the outside
(boy, did I!) but I was all-man on the inside. The idea of wearing my
wife's clothes, and having other guys stare at my legs and boobs was
terrible!
On the other hand, she did have a point. I couldn't just stay in the
hotel room forever. Sooner or later I would have to get out in public.
I needed to think, but there wasn't much time, and I was completely
unprepared for this unreal situation. The best plan I could come up
with was to delay our departure until after dark and get Jill to agree
to go to some out-of-the-way place. Meanwhile, I would find the least
"provocative" clothes she had. Maybe I could also wear dark glasses -
anything to hide my face and remain anonymous.
Jill:
I was truly starving, but I also knew that Todd was close to losing it
so I agreed to wait a couple of hours and go to some hole-in-the-wall
place for dinner. It would take a couple of hours to get him ready
anyway.
We went through every outfit I brought, and frankly there wasn't much he
would even consider wearing. Aside from a pair of very short shorts,
the only slacks I brought were a pair of very tight, white capris with
two - inch bands of lace on the bottoms of the legs, which only just
covered his knees. Todd agreed to wear them, but only because he
refused to wear the skimpy shorts or a skirt or dress.
With that decided I showed him the selection of tops, which consisted of
a yellow halter, a pink tube top, a white camisole with lacy straps and
a plunging neckline, and a red and white striped tank top. When he
complained about the selection I reminded him that I hadn't planned on
HIM wearing them, and it WAS our honeymoon after all.
He chose the tank top, though he wasn't happy about it. I didn't have
the nerve to tell him that the tight tank top emphasized his new, sexy
bust line even more than the camisole or the halter, with its scooped
neck and red and white horizontal stripes.
The only bra I had that would fit him was a white, lacy d?collet? that
had removable pads. Once we discarded the padding he was able to get it
on. It was still a little snug, and it barely covered his nipples, but
at least it gave him some support, and he could breathe freely. I
handed him the matching panties and my casual sandals with two - inch
heels, and he went into the bathroom to finish changing.
When he returned he appeared despondent - and gorgeous - and I tried to
cheer him up a little. I helped him pull his beautiful hair into a nice
ponytail, and then I convinced him to let me use a bit of blush and
lipstick on him. That last took a lot of convincing, but he finally
agreed when I pointed out that a woman without makeup would attract more
attention, since it was out of the norm.
I gave him a running commentary on what I was doing as I made up his
face, hoping a little of what I said would sink in, and he did seem to
pay attention, though he balked when I tried to convince him to wear a
little eye makeup.
Todd:
Makeup, for Pete's sake! The only way I was able to endure having my
face painted was to think of it as camouflage. Never, in my most booze
- induced, bizarre, hallucinogenic nightmare had I ever imagined I would
wear women's war paint. The idea was completely absurd - Yet there I
was, sitting on a stool while my masculine wife painted my face!
The lipstick Jill applied to my lips felt greasy and strange, and as she
finished I noticed it matched the color of my nail polish and those
damned butterfly earrings which I nearly forgot I was wearing. When I
took a good look in the mirror all I could see was a very cute, busty
chick, and the sight was just too much for me - I had to look away from
that feminine reflection.
To think of me looking like that was just too much. I felt an
involuntary shudder of revulsion and left the bathroom as fast as I
could.
Jill tossed the makeup back in her - my - purse while I slipped into her
sandals. Somehow my feet were the same size hers were - or had been
anyway - and I was able to buckle the thin, delicate straps without any
difficulty. When I stood up I was very conscious of the two - inch
heels. They felt a little awkward at first, and the sensation of having
my heels raised that far above my toes was a completely new experience
for me, but I was able to walk in the sandals without too much trouble.
I couldn't imagine trying to run in them though, and I didn't want to
contemplate trying to wear the shoes with three or four - inch heels
that she had brought along.
At that point I just wanted to get this excursion over with, so when
Jill handed me the purse I slung it over my shoulder as I had seen her
do countless times, and we left.
I insisted on driving - I wasn't about to give up that male prerogative
- but from the beginning I was reminded I wasn't the person I had been a
few hours before. First, I had to move the seat forward quite a bit to
reach the pedals, then the damned shoulder belt managed to nestle itself
directly between my new boobs, and at that point I let out a stream of
obscenities that would have done my old D.I. proud. I was thoroughly
pissed, and it seemed like everything was conspiring to make life more
difficult.
Jill:
Todd drove around the small, tourist - trap town until he found a family
restaurant on the outskirts. There were few cars in the parking lot,
which suited him just fine but got me wondering about the quality of the
food. I didn't say anything because I was so hungry I would have eaten
raw fish at that point.
Unfortunately I wasn't paying any attention to what I was doing when the
waitress led us to a table. When we reached our table I remained
standing next to my seat in an automatic reflex, waiting for Todd to
hold my chair as he always did. Out of force of habit Todd did just
that, and it wasn't until he walked around to the other side of the
table and took his seat that I noticed the stunned and amused
expressions on the faces of our waitress and fellow diners. Todd didn't
realize it either, until I mentioned it after the waitress left. When
he realized what we'd just done he seemed torn between embarrassment and
amusement, and he put his nose in his menu.
I think I ate more that evening than I ever have, before or since, yet
strangely, I did not feel stuffed or bloated. Todd ordered what would
normally have been an average meal for him, and when he couldn't finish
half of it I ate the rest of his dinner too. He was about to raise his
hand and call for the check when I laid my hand on his arm and stopped
him.
"Honey, why don't you let me take care of that?" I suggested, adding:
"Right about now a lady would go to the restroom and repair her
lipstick."
"But, I'm -"
"Humor me," I interrupted. "After our opening act here we'd better play
the traditional roles for our new genders or we'll be the subject of a
lot of speculation."
"Oh! Ah -- Okay," he agreed meekly.
"Don't forget your purse," I whispered, and as he reached for his
shoulder bag I stood and went to hold HIS chair. He mumbled his thanks
before scurrying off towards the restrooms.
I sighed as I saw Todd turn the wrong way at the end of the short
hallway leading to the restrooms, and a moment later I saw him slink
back in the other direction, his face again red with embarrassment.
Todd:
Hey, it could happen to anyone! Anyone, that is, who had just undergone
an instant sex-change.
I was flustered at having Jill hold my chair for me, and I wasn't
thinking - again - as I followed the usual stick symbol, as I had
countless times before. When I pushed the door of the men's room open
some guy had just finished at a urinal, and as he turned away from the
wall he saw me.
"Hi honey. Did you want a free sample?" He asked with a smirk.
I resisted the urge to deck him - after all HE was in the right place -
and I turned on my heel and retreated in the opposite direction, toward
the stick figure wearing a skirt. I was mortified and humiliated by my
own stupidity, and when I was safely inside the domain of women I leaned
against the door and closed my eyes. "Sonofabitch!" I breathed, then
opened my eyes and looked about cautiously. The ladies room was
identical to the men's room - Identical except for the lack of urinals,
the extra stalls, and a tampon dispenser on the wall.
I shook my head to rid myself of the nasty thoughts that last item
brought to mind, and I moved towards the sink. My hands were still
shaking a bit, but I managed to fix my smeared lipstick without making
myself look like a clown. I tired to ignore the sight of my two,
enlarged nipples poking into my tank top, and my incredible cleavage
that really showed itself when I leaned toward the mirror to use the
lipstick. It was hard enough to be turned into a chick, but that wasn't
enough for who ever or whatever did this to me. Oh, no. It had to turn
me into a real, living, breathing centerfold!
Jill:
Todd looked mad enough to chew nails when he returned from the restroom,
but I wasn't about to do anything to set him off, so we left quickly.
When we got back to the hotel room he threw his purse on the bed, walked
over to the small refrigerator, and pulled out a beer from the twelve-
pack we had picked up on our way to the resort. We still had two
bottles of wine, and an unopened bottle of champagne we hadn't gotten
around to last night.
Todd tried to work the twist top off the bottle, but it seemed to be too
much for him, and he yelped in pain as the rough edge of the cap dug
into his now soft fingers.
"Open this for me, will you?" He asked with an embarrassed expression,
hardly meeting my eyes.
"Sure, hon," I replied, easily twisting the cap off in one smooth motion
before I handed the bottle back. "What's the matter?"
"What's the matter?" He repeated with an astonished expression. "I'll
give you three guesses, and here's a hint: I can't fit into the tuxedo
I wore two days ago!" He said bitterly as he took a drink right out of
the bottle.
I sighed and resisted the urge to tell him that ladies don't drink beer
from a bottle like a construction worker.
"I'm not happy about this situation either," I reminded him. "I wish it
never happened, and I hope we'll get everything straightened out, soon,
but I have no idea how to do that.
"All that aside," I continued, "we have to keep living, and that means
we have to adapt, somehow, until we get back to normal."
"We've just proved that is easier said than done," he remarked
sarcastically, taking another healthy swallow.
Todd:
Jill shrugged and said, "I didn't say it would be easy."
I shook my head and picked up the remote control for the television and
pulled a chair out from the table. I was sick of play-acting,
pretending I was a woman and that everything was perfectly normal. I'm
not, and it isn't, and that's all there is to it.
I hit the power button and plopped down in the chair to watch the tube,
my right leg hooked over the arm of the chair. Jill went into the
bathroom.
I finished the beer as I flipped through the channels, and got another
from the refrigerator. Once again my weak, soft hands failed me when I
tried to remove the top, and I cursed under my breath until I noticed an
old fashioned bottle opener near a small sink by the door. I was able
to open the bottle, but the television was a disappointment. Between
the ads for bras and feminine hygiene products, and infomercials for
"Girls Gone Wild" I was constantly reminded of females and sex. The
only thing I could stand to watch was a baseball game, and that wasn't
too interesting.
Jill:
When Todd flopped down on the chair, sprawled with one leg over the arm
and one sandaled foot on the table I couldn't help staring. It was one
of his customary positions, but due to our circumstances it was now very
inappropriate and highly suggestive. His legs were far apart,
emphasizing his new sex, and his butt was near the edge of the seat,
giving me a clear view down his tank top at his breasts.
He was completely unaware of the sexual nature of his position, and I
was about to say something to him, but then I realized that, at that
moment, the last thing he needed was to be told that ladies don't expose
themselves like that. Besides, we were in our own room and there were
no guys around to leer at him - except me, I guess.
About that time I felt the same arousal in my groin I had experienced at
the waterfall, and I suddenly realized that I was staring at Todd with
more than a clinical interest in his posture. That thought was just too
weird, and I quickly retreated to the bathroom to compose myself before
Todd noticed my unusual interest. I decided to take a shower, and
during the shower I became more "familiar" with my new body. I
discovered how muscular I'd become as I lathered up. And though I didn't
care for all that body hair - having chest hair was completely bizarre -
I came to admire my new muscular physique. I struck several poses to
see how my large muscles flexed and expanded, and I couldn't help but
feel a bit of satisfaction. I realized that in my present form I would
never have to fear being overpowered or raped. I began to think there
might just be something positive to my transformation after all.
Todd:
By the time Jill got out of the bathroom (women!) I had finished a third
bottle of beer and the call of nature was strong and insistent. I rushed
past her when she opened the door, slamming it shut behind me as I faced
the can and fumbled with my pants, er - capris. The damned things
didn't have a fly and the zipper was on the side, of all places! As I
struggled to free myself I realized that things weren't quite as simple
as they had been. I felt completely humiliated as I turned around,
squirmed out of my capris and panties, and sat down.
As bad as I felt up to that point, it was nothing compared to falling
INTO the bowl! Jill had forgotten to put the seat down, and being new
to this "woman" thing I hadn't checked.
I had a sensation of falling, and I waved my arms uselessly, trying to
grasp anything to keep myself from taking yet another "plunge." My
disgustingly high -- pitched scream was punctuated by a splash, and
suddenly I was up to my armpits in toilet bowl, and my fanny and crotch
were soaked. My legs were splayed comically to either side, and it took
all the strength my body possessed to pull myself out of that
undignified mess.
I cut loose with a torrent of curses that, I was sure, had never been
uttered by anyone of the female gender.
Jill:
The sound effects told me everything I needed to know. How could I have
been so stupid? I had berated Todd for leaving the seat up ever since
our first overnight trip a year ago, and now I'd just done it to him!
Obviously he hadn't checked the seat - It wasn't something he was
accustomed to doing - and now he was mad as hell.
I quickly decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and I
pulled the door open and left the room with all the aplomb of the French
Army in full retreat.
Todd:
I was surprised the bathroom wasn't full of steam! I was thoroughly
pissed - off, and after drying myself off and attending to business I
realized a shower was in order. I removed my tight slacks, panties, and
shoes, then tore off my tank top and fumbled with the damned bra,
finally getting the catch unhooked.
By the time I finished my shower I had calmed down a little, but I was
somewhat unnerved by the sensations I felt while under the shower. My
skin seemed so soft and ultra-sensitive to the touch, and with my new
additions, subtractions, and altered proportions the shower had been a
disturbing period of self - discovery. Soft curves had replaced hard
muscle, and delicate features had supplanted bold masculine
construction. It was beginning to sink in that I wasn't just smaller,
lighter, and weaker - something in my essential nature had changed.
That was a sobering thought, and as I stepped out of the shower and
reached for a towel I was preoccupied by thoughts of all that would be
different from now on, unless we could find a way out of this mess, but,
first things first.
I suddenly realized that I had not brought a change of clothes into the
bathroom, and my discarded slacks, top, bra, and panties lay in a soggy
pile on the floor. I was not about to leave the bathroom stark naked,
but all I had to cover myself was a hotel towel that was none too large.
Worse yet, since I now had to contend with a pair of hooters I had to
wrap myself up girl - style.
I wrapped myself carefully in the towel - it barely reached around my
boobs - and tucked the end in my cleavage. The towel only dropped far
enough to cover the top of my bulging butt, and it had a tendency to
part when I walked, flashing my... well, you know. It was embarrassing
as hell!
I was forced to hold the towel securely with one hand as I opened the
door just far enough to peer out. The coast was clear - at least Jill
was gone - which suited me just fine. I just needed to quickly grab
some clothes and run back into the bathroom to dress.
The only problem was I forgot what little choice I had, and how little
those choices would actually cover. The sleepwear was definitely out -
There was no way I was about to wear some sexy little piece of fluff.
As bad as it was I was forced to grab Jill's little baby blue shorts and
her yellow halter top, along with a pair of panties.
I ran back into the bathroom, feeling terribly foolish as I held the
towel together with one hand and clutched the clothes with the other.
Once safely inside I set the clothes on the vanity and discarded the
towel. I hadn't realized that the wispy white, lacy panties were
actually thongs - I had been in too much of a hurry, and I snatched the
first ones I found - and I was tempted to simply go without when I
discovered what they were. I changed my mind, going on the principle
that "more is better," and I stepped into the tiny thing and pulled it
up over my hips. The damned thing was nothing but a patch of cloth with
a couple of strings attached. It barely covered my... my vagina, and
the tiny little straps were barely visible. One in particular felt
really weird. From the back or the side it was difficult to tell I was
wearing anything at all, and my butt was completely exposed!
I cursed again as I grabbed the light blue shorts and stooped to insert
my legs. As I did I felt my damned tits swing out in obedience to the
law of gravity, and I clenched my jaw and did my best to ignore them as
I shimmied into the skin tight shorts. When I was done I wasn't sure
which was worse - the sight of my inverted V - shaped crotch or my heart
- shaped bottom curving outwards behind me.
I turned away from the mirror in disgust and grasped the flimsy -
looking yellow halter. It was a pathetic excuse for a shirt, or top -
whatever - with straps nearly as thin as the ones on the thong, and
"cups" that barely covered half of my boobs. It was also a pain to get
on. I tried tying it around my neck first, and then capturing my
hooters like a fisherman netting a trout, but that proved impossible. I
finally figured out that the only way to go about it was to tie the
lower straps first, insert my boobs, then pull them up and tie the top
behind my neck.
But even that proved impossible. My oversized jugs kept pulling the
straps down, making it hard to tie. Finally, I knelt in front of the
vanity with my boobs resting on the surface to ease the pressure. That
worked, and I was able to tie everything together, but it was the most
degrading, humiliating thing I ever did, and I nearly punched the mirror
in frustration. I wanted to kill something, but there was nothing
available to sacrifice at that moment. I could feel tears of
frustration welling up in my eyes.
"Sonofabitch!" I screamed, and even the sound of my squeaky, high-
pitched voice was frustrating.
Jill:
I had just worked up enough courage to head back to the room, but as I
approached the door I heard Todd yell out, and I decided he needed more
time to calm down. I turned on my heel and headed out again, passing
another couple who looked at me - him with pity, and her with amusement
- as I exited the building.
I walked around aimlessly for nearly an hour, and when I finally worked
up the nerve to face Todd I found him sound asleep. Thinking myself
lucky I decided to hit the hay too, but that presented a couple of
problems. First, I had to be very careful not to awake Todd when I
crawled into bed and, second, I had no idea of what to wear. I had
packed some beautiful nighties for our honeymoon, but they weren't a
reasonable option now. Todd hadn't brought anything at all - not even
pajama bottoms - so I had to strip down to Todd's boxer shorts and ease
myself into bed ever so gently. I felt naked sleeping without a top,
but I wasn't about to risk waking Todd.
Todd:
When I awoke I felt something poking me in the butt, and I figured it
was Jill's knee or elbow. I shifted a bit towards the edge of the bed,
but that didn't seem to work - I was still being poked. I reached
around behind me to ease her knee or elbow away, but I was bewildered
when I found the offending projection. I was still half asleep, but the
object in my hand was definitely not a knee or an elbow.
Suddenly the events of the previous day came flooding back to me, and a
fraction of a second later I realized what I was holding. I literally
jumped out of the bed, and in the process I must have yanked on Jill's
new...
She yelled in pain and curled up in a fetal position as I stared
dumfounded at the hand that had grasped her penis, unable to believe I
had done such a thing. Meanwhile Jill's moans had become softer, and it
looked like she would live.
"Why did you do that?" She demanded between groans.
"Because you were sticking your THING against me," I replied
defensively, unable to use the word "penis" in connection with my wife's
body.
"Well I didn't mean to - I was asleep, for crying out loud," she
sputtered indignantly. "Besides, we're married. I let you do a hell of
a lot more than that two nights ago," she said accusingly.
"That's true, but that was before - I'm a MAN, you know. I'm not
SUPPOSED to have something going INTO me!"
"Would you like to go into the hallway and take a poll on that? Damn,
that hurts!"
"I am sorry," I told her. "It was just a reflex action."
"Those are some reflexes you have!" Jill remarked, and between the tone
of her voice and her wounded expression I just had to laugh.
"It's not funny!" She protested. "Now I know why guys wear those silly
cups and supporters when they play sports."
"Well this hasn't been very fun for me either," I reminded her. I then
described what I had to do to get dressed the previous evening.
Jill:
It was all I could do to keep a straight face when Todd told me about
his problems with the halter, and when he got to the part where he had
to rest his breasts on the vanity I had to laugh. I visualized him
kneeling in front of the sink and I just lost it.
"Not to change the subject - and no offense intended - but your hair
looks like hell," I told him. "Did you fall asleep with wet hair?"
"Yeah, I guess I did," he admitted. "I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Well, it is," I told him. "You must always use the hair dryer and
brush your hair before going to bed. To keep it nice you can use
curlers or pull it back into a ponytail. Now you're going to have to
wash your hair again, use conditioner, and use a wide tooth comb or
styling brush."
"Why can't I just brush it now?" He asked.
"Because you look like Medusa, and if you try to brush that rat's nest
you'll end up with nothing but split ends - frizz city."
"But -"
"Go soak your head," I told him, and I was surprised when he meekly
complied.
While Todd washed his hair I got dressed. I put on a fresh pair of
khakis and a short-sleeve shirt, amazed at how easy it is for guys to
get ready. No wonder they are always ready before us girls.
When Todd came out I helped him dry and style his hair, and I used the
same argument I used the previous night to get him to wear a little
makeup and some lip gloss. He was paranoid about anyone finding out
about our situation, and I used that to add a little blush, mascara, and
eyeliner. I also insisted he pay attention to what I was doing so he
could do it himself if the need arose - "just in case."
I tried to talk him into wearing a nice skirt for breakfast, but he was
adamant about wearing the shorts. He did hesitate a bit when I pointed
out that the skirt or a dress wouldn't show so much of his legs, but in
the end he just couldn't bring himself to wear a skirt or a dress, and
he wound up going in the clothes he slept in. He even wore the same
sandals he wore the night before.
I did manage to get him to agree to go to a different restaurant. I
pointed out that, after our performance of the previous evening, it
would be a good idea to avoid becoming known in any one eatery.
Todd grabbed his purse, which I had stuffed with more cosmetics, and we
headed to the car. As I followed I couldn't help noticing that Todd
seemed to have gotten the knack of walking in heels - at least my mid-
heel sandals. I was certain he would have been mortified if I mentioned
it, but he had developed a nice little wiggle in his walk. He no longer
appeared to be marching, as he had the previous evening. His shapely
legs looked good in the hot pants and heels, and I was sure he would
turn a few heads wherever we went.
He also seemed completely unaware that he was bra-less under the yellow
halter. Perhaps it was because, as a guy, he simply wasn't used to
wearing bras, or maybe it was because he was wearing the same top he put
on last night and was just used to it. Of course it was also possible
that he was becoming accustomed to having breasts, but I doubted that
was the reason. It was probably a combination of all three factors, but
at least Todd wasn't walking with hunched shoulders, trying to hide his
breasts. He walked upright now, and though he wasn't strutting by any
means his breast stuck out and his nipples were making very noticeable
indentations in the halter. Between that and the cleavage he was
displaying I admit I was a little jealous.
Another thing that surprised me was I actually got Todd to let me drive.
I told him I needed the practice in this body, and added that it would
attract less attention if I drove. I expected an argument, but he just
nodded. It was obvious he didn't like being the passenger, but it was
also obvious that he didn't want to make a scene or argue about who did
the driving. I filed that bit of information away for future use.
Todd:
I was a little clumsy getting into the car, and Jill instructed me again
to sit first then swing my legs in. That seemed to work better with
high heels (Jill claims her sandals aren't really high, but they feel
damned high to me - though not as bad as last night)
Riding in the passenger seat was a new experience for me, but it wasn't
too bad. Jill is normally a mediocre driver, but she actually did okay,
and after a couple of miles I relaxed.
Breakfast went okay, though my "performance" wasn't perfect. Jill found
a local mom and pop diner that had really good food. It was obviously
not a tourist trap because the owner paid far more attention to the food
than the atmosphere, and it looked like the customers were mostly
"regulars." That was probably why Jill and I attracted some notice from
the patrons when we walked in.
The place was really narrow - no more than fifteen feet wide - and it
was dominated by a long lunch counter with a dozen stools. There were a
few tables in the back, but they were all taken, as were half of the
stools.
I think I made a mistake in the way I sat down. I just walked up to the
counter and swung my leg over a stool. That got me a look from Jill,
and several of the other customers also seemed quite interested in my
maneuver too. What is it about restaurants? I seem to screw up every
time we go to eat, at least since I got stuck as a damn female.
The waitress came over and took our order, and I couldn't help noticing
that while she was friendly to me, it was a business-like attitude. Her
demeanor towards Jill was completely different, though. Her smile was
genuine and warm, and she spoke to Jill a lot more than was necessary to
take our order. She asked Jill where we were from, and how we liked the
town - that sort of thing - and I realized after a moment that she was
doing a mild flirt with my wife.
The waitress had left the top few buttons of her blouse open, and she
needlessly bent over to refill Jill's coffee - a move she omitted when
she topped off my cup - and even though I only got a side view I could
see right down her shirt.
Strangely enough the view didn't excite me in the least. Her boobs
weren't all that impressive - I had bigger ones hanging from my own
chest. Her legs weren't that great either, and she looked a few pounds
overweight.
I almost choked on my coffee when I realized what I had been thinking.
Where the hell did those thoughts come from, and why was I feeling just
a bit smug? I stared down at the counter and tried to sort out the
strange emotions that had come from nowhere, and I didn't like the
implication of the notions that had suddenly filled my head. The
attitudes were too typically female for comfort, and I was briefly
terrified that, somehow, I was becoming acclimated to being a chick.
The feeling passed, however, and I knew I would never let anything like
that happen to me.
Jill:
It was the strangest feeling - having another woman come on to me. I
knew she was just angling for a bigger tip, but the whole idea of having
a girl flirt with me was wild. At first I was a bit repulsed by her
actions, but it is difficult to remain angry with someone who is simply
being nice. Then, after a few minutes of her attention, I felt myself
becoming "interested" in her, and that interest began to grow - along
with something else.
Damn! I still hadn't figured out how guys control these things, and
this time my reaction was impossible to conceal, sitting at a stool.
Todd didn't notice - thank God - but our waitress did, and she flashed
me a knowing smile. My own smile was rather lame. I wasn't interested
- really - and I got us out of the diner as soon as we finished
breakfast.
Todd:
We had tickets for the Wonder World Water and Amusement Park, and I had
really been looking forward to going, but now I wasn't so sure it was a
good idea.
"Why not?" Jill asked when I told her I was hesitant. "Don't you think
girls have fun at amusement parks?"
"Well, yeah, sure they do," I replied lamely.
"So, what's the big deal? Let's just go and have some fun. The tickets
cost a lot, and I can't see us wasting the money."
"It's just that... Well, it's your swimsuit," I replied. "It's so...
tiny! It makes me feel self-conscious."
"I don't know why," she replied. "It's just a normal bikini. In fact
you're used to wearing a suit that doesn't cover your chest at all," she
added with a grin.
"That's because I never had these before," I protested, cupping my hands
beneath my new boobs, and inadvertently falling into her trap.
"Well, the solution is easy. We can get you a one-piece suit if you
want."
"I think I would feel more comfortable in a one-piece suit," I admitted.
Jill had maneuvered me into agreeing to go to the park if I had a one-
piece swimsuit, and as she drove us through the town looking for a place
that sold women's swimsuits I couldn't believe I was actually looking
forward to buying one. At the time I thought that anything would be
better than Jill's skimpy bikini, but I soon discovered the one-piece
suits didn't cover a whole lot more than her bikini, and the parts of my
body they covered fully weren't the parts I was worried about. It
turned out that the one-piece suits were as low-cut as Jill's bikini -
maybe even lower, and they all had high-cut legs that left only a small
v of material in front, and a slightly larger V over my butt. Half of
my bottom was exposed, along with most of my tits, and my new Venus
mound was barely hidden. That was how Jill finally got me into a skirt.
When I complained that the one-piece suits were at least as revealing as
her bikini she pointed out a suit with a short, detachable swim skirt.
The skirt was only about ten inches long - hardly the epitome of modesty
- but it did cover my bottom and pubic area.
Well, two out of three wasn't bad, so I agreed to try the tight, spandex
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