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The Changing Room
My name is Richard, no wait, it was Richard. That was then. Then, I was a
loner of a man with an identity problem. But as I said, that was then.
None of those things apply to me now. Life is much rosier now, and I can
thank it down to one unusual but eventful day.
I suppose I need to explain a bit more about the past me first. I was an
outcast - well, that's what my parents thought of me. All because I
admired my mom and idolised her, when I should have chosen my dad as a
role model instead. But I couldn't. I wanted to be like my mom. I wanted
to be a beautiful woman like her. But my parents didn't like the idea,
they just didn't understand that I felt like a woman inside.
When I was old enough, I got myself a job. Not much of one, but it gave
me the money I needed to make my own way in life. I rented a house and
spent all my time indoors as the woman I felt I should be. Cross-dressing
was all I could do for now, as my job just didn't pay enough for the sex
change I so wanted. So, outside of the house, I was Richard, just a plain
young man with dreams. At home I was Rachel, the real me.
Buying clothes for Rachel wasn't hard, even though I always went out
dressed as my male self. I had found a few stores that I could depend
upon for service without question. One was a department store with a
women's department to die for. I frequented this store more than any
other, and I'd made friends with some of the assistants. They knew I was
a cross-dresser and often helped me choose my clothes. Some even visited
me occasionally to see me dressed and had even given me tips on make-up.
Well, this unusual day began with a visit to this store. I went to the
women's department as usual and went to look at the skirts. I noticed one
of the assistants that I knew. She was dealing with another customer at
the time, but smiled when she noticed me. I just continued looking.
It was then that an assistant came up to me and asked me if I needed any
help. I had never seen her before, but even so, she seemed keen to help
me, even though I was a man looking at women's clothes.
"Can I help you sir?" she asked me.
"Just looking," I said.
"Well, if you wish to try anything on, I know just the place where you
can," she added.
"I know where the changing rooms are, thanks," I replied.
"Well, this one is a little more private," she replied. "And I imagine
you prefer privacy?"
She seemed insistant, so I took her advice. I had found a couple of
skirts that I liked and took them with me.
"My name's Yvonne by the way," she said.
"My name is Richard. You're new here?" I replied. I couldn't help but
feel attracted to her, for she was very good looking with long honey
blonde hair.
"Yes. Just been moved from the third floor," she added.
She led me to the corridor where the customer toilets were. Beyond them
were rooms that I knew were staff only (I had seen the signs when making
my way to the gents toilet.). But the door she took me to was plain, with
no signs at all. Inside the room, well it took my breath away.
Entering the room was like entering another shop. There were racks and
shelves, full of clothes, shoes, bags and accessories. It was a woman
shoppers paradise.
"I never knew such a place existed," I exclaimed. "But I thought you were
taking me to a changing room?"
It was then that I noticed that Yvonne was just as taken aback by the
room as I was. But her apparent surprise soon passed and she was leading
me to the part of the room where the lingerie was.
"Wasn't I supposed to be trying on these?" I asked her, referring to the
skirts I was still holding.
"You can try them on later," she said. "But surely you want to try on
some underwear first?"
"Let me guess, you want me to go totally femme, in front of you?" I asked
her.
"In this room, you can," she said. "There is just you and me, no one
else. And it doesn't bother me in the slightest."
I was puzzled by her. There was something just not right about her.
"I think a nice 34C bra will suit you, with matching panties," she said.
She picked up the set and handed them to me.
I looked at them and had to admit that they were very nice. I would
probably have chosen them myself.
"Well, are you going to try them on?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes," I stammered. "What about the other clothes?"
"Later," she smiled. Here's the fitting room.
The room was spacious with a large full mirror on the one side as
expected. I was slightly hesistant at first, but decided to try on the
underwear. The bra did look very stylish after all. I stripped off and
put my male clothes to one side. I looked at my naked body, devoid of
hair though shaving and waxing. My member was starting to wake up just by
the thought of going en femme again.
Thanks to loads of practice, I put on the bra easily, followed by the
panties.
"You wearing them yet?" she called from outside.
"Yes, I've got them on," I replied.
I had worn the garments for barely a few seconds when I felt odd. A
strange sensation flowed through me. My insides were stirring, as if they
were being rearranged. But that was nothing compared to what followed. I
felt a sensation in my groin that caused me to reach down.
What I felt was unbelievable, but when it dawned on me what was
happening, my heart soared. My penis was shrinking and being sucked
inwards. My testes were also retreating inside, but as they did, I felt a
opening emerge in the space between where they used to be.
My heart raced as the genitalia I had only dreamed about became a
reality. I was now aware of what was to follow and I was now focused on
watching myself in the mirror.
My hips and butt were next, filling out. The panties that I was wearing
were just the right size, and I admired at how feminine my hips had
become. The thighs widened at the top, to go with my new hips, getting
slimmer towards my knees. My lower legs became more shapely and slender,
my feet noticeably smaller.
Then the changes to my upper body began. My waist started to get
narrower, as my hourglass began to take shape. But the sudden swelling
behind my nipples announced the one change that I really had been looking
forward too since I realised what was happening. My breasts grew and
filled the bra I was wearing comfortably.
"This assistant must be some kind of witch. She has to be," I thought.
"To be turning me into my dream self."
But then another thought came into my mind.
"But she isn't a witch. You've known her too long."
I stopped. What had I thought? I'd only known her a few minutes!
But my puzzled thoughts were put to one side as my arms and hands were
next to change. The muscles in my arms reduced, making them slender. My
hands became smaller, fingers thinner. I held them up and watched as my
nails grew long.
Then my face began to alter, as my jaw softened, my cheek bones became
more prominent and my lips became fuller. My dirty blond hair then
started to grow out, changing to a rich chestnut hue. Wherever my hair
was thin, new hair grew, making my feminine locks voluminous with a
natural wave. It grew till it was past my shoulders.
I was now a complete woman, and a gorgeous one at that. I ran my fingers
through my hair, cupped my breasts, felt my bum. I couldn't believe I
wasn't dreaming, but there I was, a woman. I was transfixed by my new
reflection, my mind solely on my new body. It was only when I noticed
Yvonne in the mirror, satnding behind me, that my reverie was broken.
I turned and looked at her. Her face had got that surprised look on it
again, but then, it vanished. She now appeared happy to see me this way.
But I noticed something else: a bracelet on her wrist. I swore it glowed
at the moment she went from surprised to pleased.
But at that moment, my mind was flooded with strange memories. The
memories that suggested I'd known Yvonne for ages. I was finding myself
remembering meeting her at college, being the best of friends. But wait,
we were closer than that. We were in love!
"Are you ready for your new outerwear Rachel?" asked Yvonne.
"Yes my love," I replied, hearing my new voice for the first time.
But before we started looking for more clothes, I went up to her and
pressed my lips against hers. My heart raced once more and I felt
dampness in my panties. We kissed for a few moments, before she broke
away.
"We need to look for more clothes," she said.
I nodded and agreed. But as we walked, my old mind came back to me. I had
just kissed her like a long lost love, and the dampness below told me
that I had really been turned on by it. In those past few minutes, I had
been someone else. But for now, this other personality retreated to the
back of my mind.
I used this moment to ask her what was up. After what had just happened,
it was clear that I was not the only one experiencing some mental
changes. She had enjoyed the kiss too.
"Who am I?" I asked her. "Am I a man, or the woman you love?"
Yvonne looked at me and stared. Her face seemed to prove my point, that
she was having mental changes, and that she trying to work things out
too. I also noticed that her bracelet was glowing again.
"You are both," she said at last. "I do remember you being a man, but I
also remember you being my friend and lesbian lover at college."
"What is going on?" I added. "I'm having conflicting memories too."
"If you can sort some clothes out first, I'll tell you," she sighed. "But
you are right."
"Ok, but I just need to know," I said.
"Sure. You deserve to know the truth," said Yvonne. "You look really
attractive by the way."
"So do you," I said. That was me talking.
I agreed to find some outerwear first. I chose a blouse plus matching
jacket and skirt. It took a while as the selection was so good. A pair of
shoes and a session at the make-up table completed my appearance. She
then sat in front of me by the make-up table and began her explanation.
"You want the truth, well, here it is," she said. "Only last week, I was
out shopping and I came across an odd looking shop. I hadn't seen a shop
like it before. It was full of oddities, some kind of magic shop, tricks,
jokes and all that. Now, I don't know why, perhaps it was just plain
curiosity, but I went in to have a look. There was an old man behind the
counter at the far end dressed in a bathrobe of all things. He asked me
what I wanted, and I told him that I was just looking. He just smiled and
let me continue. He only spoke again when I noticed a pretty bracelet on
one of the many shelves. He told me that the bracelet would help me find
my true love."
I presumed that this bracelet was the one that she now wore on her right
wrist.
"Well, he came over and picked it up. He explained that it would glow
whenever my true love was near."
"I see you bought it then?" I asked. She noticed me looking at the
bracelet on her arm.
She just nodded and went on with her story.
"I did buy it, for if there was one thing missing in my life, it was
someone to love. He also explained that the bracelet would help in other
ways too, but never exactly how. I couldn't help but believe him and
bought the bracelet without question."
I was interested and wondered what else this bracelet could do apart from
glow.
"Only yesterday, I was moved to this floor of the store. Then today, I
met you. I was slightly curious about a man browsing the women's
department which is why I came over. But when I approached you, the
bracelet began to glow. But this puzzled me, for I couldn't believe you
to be my true love."
"And why would that be?" I asked, puzzled.
"I'm a lesbian, and always have been," said Yvonne. "So when I saw the
bracelet glow in front of you, I became confused. I then noticed it glow
again. At that time, I get a strange notion to bring you to this room. I
knew I had to bring you to this room. I've been to this floor in the past
and this room has never ever existed before."
"You mean to tell me that this room doesn't usually exist?" I asked.
"The door does, but behind it is usually a cleaning supplies cupboard."
"This is a cleaners cupboard?!" I exclaimed.
"Yes," she nodded. "I was confused once more, but the bracelet once again
came to my aid. It told me that this was normal, and that I should get
you dressed in lingerie. I chose the items that it suggested."
"So it speaks to you?" I asked.
"Not speaking as such, but it puts thoughts in my head."
"And when I put on the lingerie, I became what you see now," I said.
"I'm so sorry if I upset you," she sighed. "I didn't mean to do this to
you."
"Don't worry. I've always wanted to be a woman," I told her. Plus how did
you know my femme name was Rachel?"
"As soon as I saw you as a woman, memories of us as friends and lovers
came into my mind," she replied. "But I can still remember things as they
really happened."
"I've got new memories too," I said. "That I've always loved you."
"Do you think this was meant to be?" she asked.
"That old man who sold you the bracelet knew more than he let on," I
replied. "But one thing I can tell you is, I actually found you
attractive any way."
"But you've only just become attractive to me," said Yvonne.
"That old man must have known about me too, but how?" I said. "He must
have been a wizard or something."
"This is going to require more time," said Yvonne. "We could talk more at
your place."
"You don't know where my place is though?" I asked.
"I do, so my new memories tell me," she replied.
"What other memories are we going to get?" I asked.
"Who knows, but I reckon we have a lot more to discover," said Yvonne.
"One thing. If we leave this room now, me like I am now, how are people
going to react?" I asked her.
"I suppose there is only one way to find out," she said. "Hold on."
Her bracelet glowed.
"What now?" I asked.
"We have to leave," she said. "But don't forget your things, like the
skirts you brought in."
"Of course. But I'll need a bag to put them in," I said as I headed to
the fitting room.
I went to the fitting room, but rather than go and look for my clothes, I
went to the mirror. I totally stripped off and stood in front of the
mirror naked. I wondered if removing the clothes would have a reverse
effect and make me a man again. But I stood in front of the mirror and
nothing changed. I remained female, and in all fairness, I was glad.
Having become a woman, I certainly didn't want to change back.
But I then went about the reason I'd returned to the fitting room: my
male clothes - but they had gone! All I found in their place was a lady's
handbag. It was full of everything that was expected to be in one: make-
up, purse, hair loops, brush, house keys, manicure set, etc.
I then looked closer and recognised the keys as my own. I opened the
purse and looked at the credit cards. They were mine, but now referred to
me as Miss R. Sullivan.
"My life is changing before my eyes," I said. "Not that I mind."
"Are you coming?" said Yvonne.
"Yes, but I've got a reality check to make," I said as I picked up the
handbag and put it on my shoulder.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I'm Rachel Sullivan," I said. "My old clothes are gone, my cards and
personal items now have my new name on, and I'm stuck in this beautiful
body."
"You complaining?!" she said.
"Not really. My life has been rewritten in one afternoon, though my old
memories endure," I said. "But if reality has changed to match our new
memories, what do we do with our old ones?"
"Accept who we are now?" suggested Yvonne. "Because I really want to be
your girlfriend."
I looked at her and smiled. "I want to be your girlfriend too."
With that, hand in hand, we left the room and entered the shop once more.
Just to test it, we opened the door again.
"The cleaners don't keep their cupboard very tidy, do they?" I said as I
noticed the various bottles of detergents, vacuum cleaners and mops.
Yvonne just smiled.
As we walked through the store, one of the assistants that my old self
knew called out.
"Hey Rachel! Good luck with the interview tomorrow."
Yvonne and I just looked at one another.
"I've got a job interview?" I said.
"Sounds like it," she replied. "Something else to sift from our heads."
I decided to buy those skirts before I left. Yvonne was still working, so
I headed home by myself.
When I got there, it was still my house on the outside, but inside was
certainly Rachel's. As I looked around the now feminine house, my mind
filled with memories to tell me everything I needed to know. On the
coffee table lay a letter. It was for an interview for a job at the
department store where my life had just changed.
I looked around the room and noticed photos that I'd never seen before.
Showing me, I mean Rachel, and Yvonne as teenage girls.
"I've been presented with a new life," I told myself. "And I'd be a fool
to reject it."
Yvonne did come round later that day and we discussed more about
ourselves, both old and new. The next day, I went to the interview and
got the job. Only problem was that I got the job that Yvonne used to
have. It was the job "I" had applied for though, so I couldn't complain.
I've still got much to learn about the new me.
As for my relationship with Yvonne, we have fell in love "again". Though
our new memories suggest we've been dating for a while, we rediscovered
it for ourselves. We're now planning on getting married.
So, that's the end of the story. My name is Rachel, I'm a store assistant
at a major department store, I have a beautiful girlfriend called Yvonne
and I couldn't be happier. And even though we have retained memories of
our original lives (How do you think I'm able to tell this story?), we
base everything on our new ones, as no one would ever believe the old!
As for a bracelet. Yvonne never goes anywhere without it and it does
occasionally glow, though only when she is stuck on a decision. But other
than that, it is just a piece of jewellery.
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