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One Fortnight Only Hi guys. Wow, Part IV already? How did that happen? Huge thanks for all your comments so far, there are some really interesting ideas coming through that seem to want more humiliation and experiences coming Mike's way. Be assured I am reading them all but can't put everything in. If things do continue to go well, I'd definitely consider starting up another 'One Night' series once the Mike & Jay arc is over should enough people request it. If this is your first viewing of the series and have no idea of what I'm talking about, please do seek out 'One Night Only', 'One Day Only', and 'One Week Only', in that order, for all of this to make sense. As for the rest of you, who have been following this series from the beginning, thank you for your continued support and I hope you'll enjoy this latest instalment... "You're plotting something," I say, looking across the table at Jay. "Who, me?" he smiles, "now why would I do a thing like that?" We're eating dinner at Jay's apartment - OUR apartment, I should say. Since I made a promise to Jay to at least try out the idea of becoming his 'girlfriend' I'd arranged to move in with him in order to give us more privacy and allow me to change a little more often. To everyone else, though, we were just roommates. "Come on, admit it," I insist. "It's only been a week and already you're plotting something." "Would I do something like that?" "Yes, you would." "Okay, okay, I admit it," he says, holding up his hands quite literally. "See, there's this new box-" "-I knew it." "I'm talking breakthrough stuff, man. I mean; even more breakthrough than usual. I've been chatting online to one of their representatives and you won't BELIEVE what this stuff can do." "Oh. Yeah. Because someone from the company is going to be SO honest..." "Come on, when has the 'One Night' company even slightly exaggerated the effects of one of their products?" "Okay, fair enough. But if this is going to be expensive-" "-I got one already." "You did WHAT? Oh, thanks for consulting with me." "Chill, man, you sound like you're my wife or something. You're not in girl mode at the moment you know." "Very funny. How can you afford this?" "I've started a fund, just for these boxes." "Since when?" "Since recently." "You know, I could contribute a little if you actually told me when you were gonna buy one of these things." "I know, but I'd actually rather pay a little more and keep it a secret from you if I'm honest. I do love watching your reaction to unexpected changes." "So I've noticed. Come on then, who does this one turn me into?" He takes his dish into the kitchen and I follow. "Come on," I repeat, "what's this 'breakthrough technology' they've invented?" Jay turns round, his eyes beaming with excitement. "It shrinks you." "Bull," I scoff, "you can't shrink someone - it's impossible." "I'm not talking about making you a real life Barbie," explains Jay, smirking. "It's just a few inches - three at the most." "I'm not shrinking," I say, folding my arms. "Really? Well you've not had a problem with shrinkage in the past..." he chuckles, patting my crotch. "That's...that's different. You know it's different." "Come on, Mike," says Jay, "you'd be even more feminine than ever." "Why do you even want me to shrink?" "For that very reason; come on, we both know we love having you as the vulnerable female and me as the male protector." "How does it even work? I think they're bluffing on this one - you can't just shrink someone." "Why don't we try it and find out?" he says. "No, that's how you always talk me into this. I'm not shrinking and that's the end of it." "You must want to be a girl again though?" "Well....yes, but...." "And this will make you more girly than ever. What's the problem?" "It's...it's just a scary idea, okay?" "That's good though, right? I mean, you ARE a sissy." "I am NOT a sissy." "You like men and want to be a girl - of COURSE you're a sissy." "I do not 'like' men." "You like me." "We do stuff when I'm in female mode, that's all." "I bet you like other guy's cocks." "I do NOT." Jay goes over to one of the kitchen draws and takes out a magazine. He rifles through the pages until finding a double spread. Then he turns to me, revealing a pull-out of a naked guy. His hair is dark, his body smooth and toned. His huge cock hangs between his legs, beginning for attention. "Well?" "Jay...cut it out." "You like this, don't you?" "Where did you even get that?" "All bronzed, with that 8 inch cock hanging between his legs?" "No." "That looks like a bulge to me..." he chuckles, looking at my crotch. I catch his outreaching arm. "I said no. Seriously, just stop it." "Okay, okay," he laughs, folding up the magazine and swatting me on the ass with it. "So, are we going to try this then?" "I really don't think so." "Come on, Mike, for all you know this could be the next step towards perfect womanhood." "Okay," I sigh, "okay, let's try it. But of all the things that have worked up until now, this will probably be the one that won't." We go to the bathroom where Jay starts to run a bath. "What's all this about?" I ask. "You'll see," he says, "come on, you need to undress." I comply, but slowly. My heart is going like a jackhammer right now and my stomach has never felt so tight. I slip off my shorts, revealing my smooth 6 inch penis. I've been shaving my body hair for a while now, just in case of any sudden need for a change. "Have you been working out?" asks Jay, giving me a visual inspection. "Nothing excessive," I reply, "I just haven't liked the idea of putting on weight ever since I was Diane." "All the same," says Jay, "we really can't have you too muscular. I'm supposed to be the 'dominant' one, remember?" "Hey, if you can't keep up," I smirk, flexing my biceps. Jay unscrews the cap off a small vial and tips a pink liquid into the bath. "Okay, here's how it works," he says, turning back to me. "This formula softens your bone, skin and muscle tissue for a few seconds, before causing them to retract." "Retract?" "Shrink; just by a few millionths of an inch." "How long does it last?" "Well, once the formula runs through your system the effects will reverse. It should be a week maximum." "And you really think this will work?" "Who knows? Everything else has. Oh, you'll need this by the way." He holds out a rubber tube. "It looks like a snorkel." "It is. You need to keep your head submerged throughout to keep your size consistent throughout your body." "They really think of everything, don't they?" "They certainly do. Okay, hop in." I climb in cautiously, uncertain as to whether the tingling in my body is a side-effect of the formula or just my own nervousness. Jay attaches the snorkel and I submerge my head under water. Everything falls silent. Under the water, I don't really get a sense of shrinking. All I find is that the edges of the bath seem to be getting slowly further away, allowing me to straighten my legs more. Then again, perhaps this is all just in my mind as well. It's not actually possible to shrink someone now, is it? The formula is surprisingly gentle, meaning it's very easy for me to keep my eyes open underwater. The blurred images above soon start to give me a headache however, so I simply shut them. After an undeterminable amount of time, I feel Jay's hand enter the water and shake me. Realising the allotted time is finished, I rise to the surface. Jay removes the snorkel, allowing me to breathe at a normal rate. I am about to speak when his finger comes to my lips. "Don't move. The formula will have made you numb so don't try to speak or get up. I'll finish the alterations whilst you're lying there." I feel helpless but nod my consent. He gestures for me to open my mouth and when I do, he places a familiar pill on my tongue for me to swallow. Upon doing so, he gives me water to drink before next passing me the usual red candy to suck on. As he applies the swelling cream to my lips, I try to feel around my body to tell if it's worked or not but I really can't tell. "Okay," he says, "I'm going to put your headphones on whilst I do the rest okay?" I want to protest - those wretched hypnosis CDs always bring nothing but unnecessary complications to my life and I certainly don't want to listen to another. Unable to speak or move though, I lay immobile as he puts them around my ears. The strange audio begins and I close my eyes to absorb it all. As it does its work, I have some awareness of what is going on around me. I feel Jay attaching a wig as well as clamping on the breast pump. It all feels strangely distant though, somehow not real. As the audio dies out, I feel Jay removing the headphones and I open my eyes. "Hey there, sleeping beauty," he smiles. I can only assume he is somewhat pleased with the results. He offers me his hand, helping me out of the bath when suddenly, everything becomes disorientating. My feet take longer than usual to touch the floor. And when I straighten myself up, it still feels as if I'm sitting down. I look down to see Jay's hand holding mine - it seems huge by comparison. With a stagger, I make my way over to the full-length mirror. "B-bloody hell!" I stammer. I am shorter - much shorter. Jay stands behind me, my eyes in line with his nipples. Wait a minute, why did he undress? "Jay - Why on earth have you undressed, you rude man?" I gasp aloud, both hands going to my mouth. "My goodness...I...I sound..." "English? Yup," boasts Jay. "An English accent complete with posh English vocabulary. I thought it might make for a fun change." Putting my concerns to the side for one minute, I concentrate on my reflection. I'm definitely shorter, but my muscle mass has also dissipated almost entirely. My hair is red and long, reaching just past my shoulder blades. My cock appears smaller than ever. Looking at my face though, I pause. My features appear smaller as well, slightly refined even. No doubt this is all due to the formula 'condensing' my face as well as my body. I stare at the two white strips on my cheeks. "Oh, sorry, I almost forgot," says Jay, reaching over and ripping them off. "Ow!" I squeal. "You mean sod!" Looking back at where they once were though, I see their purpose - I have freckles! No doubt to match my red hair. The most shocking part of all though, is how small my breasts are. My pink nipples stick out and are so very perky. A stark contrast to the heaving chest I had as Anna, or dark nipples and sagging breasts I possessed as Diane. "My buxoms are so small!" I exclaim, in my higher voice. "I look so much younger." "Yeah, they didn't give as much milk substitute," remarks Jay. "I guess they went for more of a 'skinny girl' effect with this one." "I look like a teenager." "Don't exaggerate; I'd say at least twenty-two." "Now YOU are the one exaggerating." "Whatever. Maybe twenty-one. You look cute anyway. How do you feel?" "Small," I reply, looking again at his domineering physique in comparison to mine. "But what the devil has happened to my muscles?" "Oh, just an optional side-effect I added," he smiles, "we want you nice and girly now, don't we?" "You had no right to trifle so with my person without my consent," I growl, flexing my biceps in the mirror. Jay laughs, giving them a squeeze. "They're about as small as your tits." I feel an unexpected surge in my lower belly. "Oh, please excuse me; I need to use the bathroom." This posh English accent and overly-polite manner of speech was starting to get on my nerves. All I'd meant to say was I needed a piss! With my cock as small as it is, I decide not to take up the challenge of trying to pee normally this one time. Lifting the lid, I sit down on the toilet, legs apart. Jay looks down at me, trying not to laugh. "D-don't look!" I demand, blushing red. Jay walks up to me, taking his limp seven inch cock in his hand and holding it up to my face. "What were you saying about not finding men sexually attractive?" I stare at it hanging out from his fist, enviously observing how it would take two hands to fully grasp it. Blood rushes between my legs. "S-stop it, Jay, this is most inopportune." He looks down at my member as it starts to bob, pointing slowly upwards, and licks his lips. "It's getting hard," he sniggers, "do you like my big dick?" "Jay, please," I beg, looking down as it rises. "I-I need to urinate." With my fingertips, I try to push it down into the toilet basin so I can quickly pee, but it's already pointing far too high. "Having trouble?" he teases. I'm getting increasingly desperate. With a grunt I get to my feet, turning around and pushing down my tiny nub towards the toilet. Jay's hands come round to my front just under my arms. With his fingers, he rubs my rigid nipples. "Oh! Stop, you fiend!" I whimper. I grab his wrists, but he just laughs, pulling my arms over my head. Then, he holds them back with just one of his seemingly huge hands, using the other to probe my nipples further. I am helpless; bound with my cock pointing higher and higher. An erotic panic rushes through me as I feel the increase in pressure in my hard penis. "You'd better hurry up and pee," he chuckles into my ear. He doesn't touch my crotch even once, instead continuing to work my nipples. There's so much pressure down below I feel dizzy. "L-let go!" I gasp, feeling certain I'm on the brink of peeing everywhere. "What's the matter? Aren't you strong enough to stop me anymore, little girl?" I dance on the spot, holding my legs together. But in my heart I know the battle is lost. I look down at my smooth dick, thinking that maybe I can pee slowly, thus controlling the flow and not making a mess. I release the muscles down there, awaiting the clear stream. Nothing happens. Realising my erection is proving an obstacle to the flow I push with my internal muscles, my cock quivering in the process. Jay continues to rub my nipples, sending shiver after shiver through my body. Gritting my teeth, I grunt, forcing as hard as I can. But only then do I realise what's happening. My cock bobs, pausing for a moment, before shooting a tiny white stream into the air. "Oh!" I gasp, "I am ejaculating!" Hard shivers ripple up through my body; my balls couldn't be any tighter. Jay cups my boobs in turn and kisses my neck, holding me steady. My cock quivers, the last drops of cum dribbling out. Once I'm done, he lets me go, allowing me to clean myself with toilet tissue. Once my erection finally subsides, I pee normally. Jay puts his hand on my delicate shoulder. "Sorry," he says, "I couldn't resist." I shrug off his hand, reaching for every curse word I know "You are a fiend and a meanie," I reply. Jay laughs. "Sorry, that CD stops you from swearing as well. It wouldn't be becoming of a lady to use such language now, would it?" "Do you have any clothes for me to wear?" I growl, washing my hands. "Yeah, sure," he replies, a little less excitable now. The clothes are a little different to normal. There are the panties as usual, along with a bra (which to be honest, now looks more like a training bra it's so small), but there are also jeans this time - skinny jeans. I pull them up, my tight bum fitting perfectly inside the denim legwear. Next comes a normal white t-shirt with pink frills, and a flower made of pink thread on the left breast. "Makes a change, doesn't it?" he says admiringly. "It certainly does," I reply, wishing there was SOME kind of bust enhancement. He hands me a few bracelets. "Just to complete the look," he winks. Things have settled down come evening, and we sit together watching television. It's a really strange scenario - as if were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, just lounging around in our apartment. Jay looks over to me and smiles, gesturing for me to join him. We'd agreed that, unless we have reason to do otherwise, we will see out the week acting as if I were Stacey (my new name). Going along with this notion, I walk over and sit on his lap. His hand creeps around my waist and I begin to suspect there will be sex tonight. But that's okay - we're just a normal couple now. Things do indeed creep into motion as I feel Jay getting hard in his jeans, a bulge pushing up against my own denim-clad buttocks when, suddenly, the door opens. "Hi Jay, sorry to intrude - oh! And who have we here?" It's Jay's Aunt Debra - not an aunt through blood, just a friend of his mom's. She's very much a soccer mom and highly determined to seize whatever youth she has remaining (she's in her late thirties). Her huge boobs bounce around inside her yellow boob tube, making me feel self-conscious about my own small chest. "Hi Debra," replies Jay, "this is Stacey, my girlfriend." Even though these are the roles we're playing, I'm a little taken aback at Jay's sudden public declaration and turn to face him. He flashes me a look, one that says 'what else could I do? She saw you sitting on my lap' and I know he's absolutely right. "Hi Stacey, nice to meet you - I'm Debra," she strides forward, extending her hand. I shake, but even her feminine hand feels large compared to mine. "Ditto," I reply. "Oh, you're English, how nice. Listen," she says suddenly, "I'm going swimming tomorrow. How do you feel about joining me? We could have a girly chat and get to know each other. If you're going out with Jay we'll certainly be seeing lots of each other so why not get acquainted straight away?" Her forwardness practically throws me across the room. I want an excuse. I NEED an excuse. But with the question directly in front of me I find myself with little choice but to smile and say "Certainly, that sounds delightful." "Great, I'll see you then. Sorry Jay, I didn't mean to interrupt; I just came to pick up that..." The rest of the conversation is lost on me. I'm already looking ahead with dread to the next day. "How do I end up in these situations?" I groan. It's the next day and I'm sat in the car with Jay outside the swimming baths. "At least it keeps life interesting," says Jay, smiling as ever. "This is going to be impossible," I groan. "Relax," he says, stroking my long red hair. "Just treat this as an opportunity to be extra girly. "I HATE being female in public. I feel so...so conspicuous." "Well you look great," he says, kissing my cheek. "Debra said she was driving you home, right?" "That's right, I'll see you once we're done," I reply, getting out of the car. Once inside, I find Debra inside having already paid our entry fees. "Hi Stacey, how are you?" "I'm good thank you, Debra, how are you?" "Oh, I LOVE that accent of yours, it's so refined. I'm great thanks. Come on, let's go." Barely chance to breathe - I was getting a pretty good idea of what sort of woman Debra was. As we enter the women's changing rooms I feel a new wave of trepidation. All around us, women of all ages are stripping off, undressing right before my eyes with not so much as a clue to who, or what I really am. I tell myself I belong here, that I'm every bit a woman as the rest of them, but a large part of my brain can't accept it. I feel like a sinner, an unwelcome visitor that, if everyone discovered my secret, I'd be shamed forever. This is different to when I was Anna, simply because back then I got changed in our hotel room thus skipping the changing room dilemma altogether. We pass a young girl who can't be older than fourteen. She peels her top off, revealing a pair of breasts that are already bigger than my meagre 36A cups. I have to put my hand to my face to mask my blushes. I feel so small, so insignificant. "Come on, let's change here," says Debra as we find a quiet corner. What happens next sends me dizzy. She unbuttons her blouse briskly, before peeling off her bra allow her breasts to bounce freely. And she does it all in front of me without a second thought. My thoughts are spiralling, my cock twitching. I feel on the brink of a nose bleed. Stepping into action, I begin to undress too. Fortunately, I've prepared in advance and strip off to reveal myself already dressed in a pink one-piece (Jay's idea). Debra is still in the process of undressing though and removes her panties to stand completely nude. My thoughts scream at me. That's her pubic hair! A real woman's pubic hair! That's her vagina! A real one! My concealed cock is rising, pressing up against the crotch of my one- piece. It's invisible, but I really don't want to cum at this stage. "P-please excuse me," I stammer, and hurry to the bathroom. I lock myself in one of the cubicles, peeling the suit off my shoulders and rolling it down my smooth belly until freeing my hairless cock. I want to cum, but know that with things this small it will be very difficult. What aren't helping are the cold tiles on my bare feet, causing my pink nipples to stiffen. I manage to calm myself, taking a few deep breaths until things subside. Once satisfied my blood pressure is falling, I re-join Debra. The water is icy against my more sensitive skin, and for the first five minutes I can't even breathe properly. My lack of muscle and smaller frame only compounds matters as well, as the pool seems infinitely longer in its length. Debra is magnificent, a mermaid with legs. There are times I can only watch as she glides through the water in a way I could only do as Mike. As we rest on the poolside, a few admiring glances come our way. Unfortunately, all of them are directed at Debra as each guy who flashes a smile comes to chat to her directly. I just float there, completely ignored. Even though I'm supposed to be twenty-two I feel like an underdeveloped kid. In spite of myself, there are times I wish I was Anna again and not Stacey. I now understand my sister pretty well - she was constantly infuriated with her underdeveloped body and even in her twenties still fumes. I guess not every gal can be a busty goddess. Going back to Debra and her relentless attention though, the one advantage to all this, is that Debra doesn't really get the chance to talk to me one-on-one, which is fine with me as I certainly don't want to stumble on any awkward questions. The session ends and we head back to the changing rooms. At the moment it's all but deserted which definitely works for me, given my situation. The plan is to get out of the shower early; getting my panties on before Debra can see the one thing that will give me away. "Come on," she says, "in here." And that's when my heart sinks. It's an open shower - just six lined up in a row. Debra stands under one, peeling off her swimsuit as she does. There's no-one else here and I sense this will be my only real chance to get out of this. With my back to Debra, I peel off my one-piece, quickly. Then, with a subtle crouch, I tuck my penis between my legs, keeping my thighs locked together tight. "How long have you two been together then?" she asks, turning back my way. "About four months," I reply, remembering when we bought our first box together, "but we've been friends for longer." THAT much was certainly true. "I can't imagine why he hasn't told me about you before now." "Well, we were taking it easy," I reply, "it's always a little awkward announcing something before it's really set in stone." Not awkward like THIS though; I'm having to pre-judge every movement, trying to keep the pressure off my aching balls that are now clenched tight between my thighs. Debra doesn't seem to notice. Her huge breasts are swaying as she washes though, and I struggle to take my eyes off them. Even when I do, I find myself looking down at her crotch. The blood rushes to my cock. I grit my teeth and beg myself to stop but this is the first naked woman I've seen in the flesh and it's driving me insane. "Still, you two make such a cute couple, I really hope it lasts." "Th-thanks," I stammer, "I really h-hope -oh!" my last note is an agonised groan of horror. Debra has already spotted it - my tiny cock springing up from between my legs. Both our mouths are agape. I speak first. "I am so...so...so sorry," I whimper. "Stacey?" she whispers, staring at me. She sees me on the brink of tears and moves over, putting her hands on my slender shoulders. "It's okay, just breathe." I'm fighting hard to keep from sniffling, but I obey her commands and force air into my constricted lungs. "So...so sorry, I never meant to -" "It's okay," she says, putting her finger to my lips. Then suddenly, someone enters the showers from behind me. A shiver goes through my spine. My cock is now too upright to tuck between my legs again and she's coming this way. Debra reacts like lightning, grabbing me and pulling me against her. The woman passes and goes underneath one of the showers, probably assuming we're having a mother-daughter moment, or whatever she assumes our relationship to be. I remain motionless, my little dick concealed between our connecting pelvises. Debra's arms are around me, holding me close. I force out a ragged breath. Her much bigger breasts are pressed against my tiny chest, her large dark areolas crushing my tiny pink nipples. My balls tighten, my cock harder than ever. What finally pushes me over the edge though, is the faint tickle of her pubic hair on my tip. I spasm hard, feeling myself shoot and shoot and shoot. Debra holds me tighter. I gasp hard into her chest, completely helpless to control my body. Finally, the woman leaves and Debra releases me. I look down in horror to see her cum- stained belly. "Oh my goodness!" I exclaim, my hands to my mouth. "Debra, I'm so sorry - I can't apologise enough." "It's okay," she smiles, "it couldn't be helped. Come on, let's get cleaned up and then we can get out of here." As we travel back in Debra's car, I think carefully about how I want to put my story across. She seems to sense this, and has the politeness to allow me this courtesy. Piecing it all together is difficult though, and by the time I've got an idea of what it is I want to say, we've arrived back at her house. One thing is certain though - after the way she's helped me I will not lie to her. "Okay," she says, once we're safely inside and sitting on her couch, "you can tell me as much or as little as you want, Stacey. I want to help you with whatever it is you're going through but I also understand if you're not comfortable with this." "Thank you, but it's okay," I reply, "I really want to get this off my *ahem* chest and I think you deserve the truth." "Okay, I'll glad you feel that way." "Okay, first things first - I'm not a shemale." "Oh?" I see the sceptical look on her face. "I'm Mike, a friend of Jay's. I was changed this way using a product of the 'One Night' company." "I'm sorry; I don't know who they are." "They're not what you'd call mainstream, but they do splendid work. They specialise in creating kits that allow a man to experience being a woman. Jay and I tried a few out." "So this is a fetish?" "It started out that way, but..." I take a deep breath, "the truth is I feel I'm more of a woman than a man and this is as close as I can get to experiencing that. Jay and I have moved in together for that very reason - to try and form a sort of relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. You walked in on us at an inopportune moment and that was how this situation developed. We never meant to deceive you." My altered speech patterns are actually helping me out, making my apology as polite as possible. "I understand," she says, stroking my hair. "It really is impressive though. If I hadn't seen your...well, you know." "It seems to be the one part they cannot fully change yet," I smile embarrassedly. "So, your voice...you're breasts...all of this is from one of these kits?" "Even my height," I blush, "that's the latest thing we were trying out." "Incredible," she whispers, running her hand over my face in wonder. Her warm touch gives me a funny feeling. "I'm afraid my 'accident' came from..." I stop, blushing redder. "What is it?" "I just...found you extremely attractive." Now it's Debra's turn to blush. "Oh, I had no idea...it's been a while since anyone found me attractive enough to just 'shoot on the spot'." "Yes, I...I can only apologise again." "Oh, it's alright, hon, I found it quite flattering to be honest. If it's not too bold to ask, could I...see them again?" "See them?" "Your breasts; I didn't really look at them in the shower but now I'm admittedly curious." The fact she's seen them already means this doesn't really feel like that big of an issue. "Um, sure, should we...go upstairs?" "It's okay, my son won't be home for a while yet. It's just a quick peek." I pull my t-shirt over my head, before unfastening my bra. There's something admittedly nice about this, the idea of sharing feminine things with another woman. I imagine most girls have this sort of chat with their mothers at some point - though not as warped perhaps. "Wow," she says, "they're so convincing, just like my daughter's..." She touches my nipples gently with her fingertips, causing them to stand on end. "I didn't know you had a daughter. How old is she?" "Fifteen." I clench my teeth. Twenty-two and I have the breasts of a fifteen year old. Well that's just great. Debra seems to catch onto my feelings on the matter. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. It's much better than having large breasts, believe me." "I can't envision how that could be," I reply, "Yours are magnificent...if it's not too bold of me to say." "Oh, believe me; they start to sag once you've gone through motherhood. Look..." and just like that she's unbuttoning her chequered blouse, revealing her white bra. I suddenly feel hugely embarrassed, and get to my feet for no real reason at all. She lowers her cups, her full breasts spilling out. The motion sends a wave through me. "See? They're getting saggy." "Not at all," I stammer. I can't take my eyes from her dark nipples. "You don't have to be polite," she smiles, cupping them. "They're not as firm as they used to be." She looks up at me. "So...your penis...does it shrink as a part of the process too?" "Y-yes," I reply. "May I?" I don't even think through my answer, I simply nod. Her gentle, delicate fingers unfasten my pink belt, before lowering my jeans. As she lowers my white panties with pink trim, my tiny penis becomes visible. She bites her lip, politely trying not to laugh. "Aw, it's so small." "I-it's normally much bigger," I protest. "I'm sure it is," she winks. She's about to tuck it back into my panties, when suddenly her eyes start to widen. "Oh! I...I..." It's happening again, my cock rising before her eyes. "I'm sorry, Debra." "It's fine, darling," she smiles, taking pleasure in the little thing getting as big and hard as it can. "It doesn't get much bigger though, does it?" "No, it doesn't," reply, honestly. "Are you really getting hard because of me?" she asks, looking up. "Yes, I really can't apologise enough." "Oh, stop apologising. Like I said, I'm flattered." She pauses, in thought. "You're not going to cum on me again, are you?" "No, I have reasonable control on the whole," I reply. "That's good," she giggles, "I know some sissy boys can cum completely by accident - especially when being intimidated by a woman." "I-I'm not a sissy," I stammer, my cock throbbing. Debra reaches forward, pushing down on the tip. "It's really hard, isn't it?" "Uh...uh-huh," I grunt, my knees starting to buckle. "It must be difficult," she says sympathetically, folding her arms, "being male yet so small and weak... unable to control your load when you find someone attractive; just like being a teenager again really." "It's...not so bad," I reply, waiting for my erection to subside so I can tuck it away. "Do you have a lot of wet dreams?" "S-some," I reply. "That must be even more difficult. At your age the last thing you want is to be cleaning up your dick in the middle of the night and hiding your pyjama trousers somewhere." A bead of pre-cum trickles down my shaft; I can barely breathe. "Y-yeah." "Still, I admire you for what you're doing. I hope you get there, darling." She drapes her bra across her lap and cups her boobs, holding them up together. At that point, all control is gone. A surge like a needle rushes through my cock, my thin hips bucking automatically as it bobs before suddenly unleashing a spray of cum straight at Debra. A stream whips her breasts, the rest of it catching her lips. "D-Debra...I....I..." I puff hard, trying to get the words out but am completely unable. "It's okay, Stacey," she smiles, giving her lips a cheeky lick, "I know you can't help it." She sees the tears welling up in my eyes and gets up to hug me. We embrace for a moment before she dabs me down below with a tissue. "You go get cleaned up. The bathroom is third on your right." After finishing cleaning up, I step out of the bathroom only to nearly run straight into a taller figure looming over me. "Oh, excuse me," I say, looking up. It's a guy about my age. "My fault," he smiles, looking me over. "I'm Stacey, a friend of Debra's." "I'm Kyle; her son." "Oh, nice to meet you then. We met through Jay - I'm his...girlfriend." "That's a shame," he smiles, looking at me again as he passes by and locks the bathroom. Only then does it occur to me - was he just checking me out? I sit, arms folded, as Jay wipes the tears from his eyes having practically laughed himself to death. "I take it you're not mad then?" I ask; a little annoyed at being laughed at like this. "Mad? You accidentally came on another woman TWICE. That's too hot for me to be mad." "It's not funny," I blush, "it was very embarrassing for me." "Yeah? Well I bet that made your little dick even harder - I know you love the humiliation." "I certainly do NOT!" I huff. "We both know you do. You can't help it, you're a-" "-Don't even say it." He moves over, brushing his hand through my hair before stroking my cheek. "So...in the mood?" I feel his hand reach around my buttocks and understand what he's asking. "Please, darling, not tonight." "Three times in one day too much for you?" "It's starting to ache a bit..." "Aw, poor baby," he replies, kissing my forehead. "Okay, we'll leave it for today." "Thanks, Jay," I reply, "you're so wonderful..." That last remark is a little more enthusiastic than it was meant to come out as, but I put it down to the CD. "At least Debra knows about the change now. That should make things a little easier." "How so?" I ask. "It's someone we can turn to in an hour of need. You never know when that might prove useful." "That's true." "I'll go over tomorrow and show her some of the 'One Night' stuff. She'll definitely be curious." "Sure, I'll leave that to you." Two days later, I'm staring into the mirror as Mike. I'm in the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, feeling the manliest I have in years. I have height, muscles, a large member and deep voice - I am a MAN. Moreover, I am proud to be. Whatever strange notions I had of being some kind of woman or sissy are firmly behind me and I know I need to move on. The problem though, was telling Jay. I step out of the bathroom, finding Jay in the lounge. He greets me with a smile. "Hi babe," he says. "Jay...we need to talk," I tell him seriously. "Oh? What's wrong?" "I'm calling it quits on this 'womanhood' thing. It's over." "How come? You loved being Michelle, Anna, Diane and Stacey." "It was a phase and we both know it. Whether you find another guy who wants to try this stuff with you is up to you, but I'm through." I stand tall to show him how serious I am about this. "Well...you can't back out without first proving your manhood first," he says. "What are you talking about?" I ask. "A cock duel. Beating me is the only way to reclaim your manhood. If you lose, you're still my little sissy." In the pit of my stomach, I know he's right. "Fine then," I say, "you're on." I drop my robe to the floor, standing naked. Likewise, Jay strips off. We hold our dicks in our hands. His is an inch longer, but I know mine is stronger when erect. "Begin!" he says, swinging his 7 inch member at mine. Our flesh connects - neither of us winces. We take several swings at the other, our limp dicks slapping against each other in the tepid temperature of the room. It's an even contest. Things soon start to hot up though and we each feel the blood pumping in our members, making us hard. The battle becomes more vicious, as our rigid swords strike each other time and time again. I catch Jay hissing between his teeth, and I know I'm winning. Our balls slap back and forth with the impact, already starting to bruise. This won't last much longer though - I'm about to win! Or so I think until it starts to happen. Right before my eyes, my cock begins to shrink. I hit harder and harder against Jay, but my impact is becoming less and less. He laughs as he gains ground, hitting me harder and harder. As my penis shrinks to 4 inches, I wince. "J-Jay...enough," I gasp. "Giving in?" he laughs. "N-never," I declare. But I'm already down to 3 inches and its really starting to hurt. He backs me against the wall, striking again and again. Now down to 2 inches, I can no longer hold it."Jay...please!" I whimper, my tiny hard nub being battered senseless. "Listen to you, you sound like a girl!" "I do not!" but it's true - my voice is already higher. "You're gonna lose, sissy." He starts to grow before me, or am I shrinking? "No!" I protest, "No, it's not fair! I don't wanna be a sissy! I don't wanna!" My cock throbs hard, pain rushing through it. But it's a nice pain - an erotic pain. I bite my lip as I feel tightness inside it, and then an overwhelming urge to pee. "Here it comes!" he laughs. I can't reply. I merely grunt hard as the tension builds to the point I need release... I wake up suddenly, finding myself in bed and gushing sweat. A dream, it was all a dream. I find my long red hair sticking to my forehead and realise I'm still Stacey. Jay snores, his hand resting on my arm. I stare at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts. I keep having dreams like this - dreams in which I'm faced with the challenge of choosing between being male or female. I shift, looking to turn over and go back to sleep, only to feel a warm wetness between my legs. I peer under the sheets to look at myself, only to find my bare cock smothered in sticky cum. With a sigh, I flop back. A wet dream - great. I'm getting pretty sick of these things, but they've been much more constant since I started this whole womanhood thing. Two days since I confessed to Debra I'd started having these and here I am having had another. I slip out of bed, heading for the bathroom. Standing naked, I dry myself off with a towel and pee sitting down. I'm just checking out my reflection in the mirror when suddenly, someone moves in behind me. "Another dream?" asks Jay, his hands around my waist. "They just won't stop," I sigh. "We need to work off all that arousal," he says, kissing my neck. "It seems like it's never ending." "Well, I can go for a pretty long time too." I feel his hardness press against my buttocks as he illustrates his point. If there's one thing I can't get away from right now, it's cocks. Feeling the chill of the room, I move into his body heat. He lifts my chin and kisses me on the lips, before kneeling down to suck on my nipples. The warmth of his mouth feels amazing against my skin, and I let out an involuntary moan. I'm still aching from the night's exertions, but find myself promptly returning to hardness nonetheless. He comes back up and our lips meet again. I reach for the baby oil, squirting it into my hands and rubbing it into his member. He smiles as he comes to understand. I bend over the sink, combing my hair over my shoulder to keep it from falling over my face. He enters me, a little harder than usual but only made even more pleasurable by the substance I've coated him in. I moan, pressing hard against him, allowing more in. We rock more and more until, suddenly, the motion starts to become more difficult. "B-be careful," I gasp. "I am," protests Jay. "You're...being rough." "Stacey...we're still going at the same pace." But I know something's wrong. I can feel him getting larger inside my butt, filling me more and more. "W-what are you doing?" I ask. "S-Stacey, it's not me," he stutters, "you're shrinking!" "W-what?" the revelation sends me into panic mode. "I-I can't be!" "It must be the chemical we used." He continues to grow inside me. "G-get it out!" I beg. "I can't...it's stuck!" I back away from the sink, staggering back and still on the end of Jay's cock, unable to stand upright. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and it's true - I AM shrinking. I'm not actually looking any younger, just smaller. I remember a friend of mom's who was no taller than 4'0, and all the jokes my friends made about her not being able to fit a dick inside her. Now suddenly I was that woman, and it was getting worse! With our awkward positioning, Jay loses his balance and falls back, taking me with him. I fall, butt first onto his crotch, his cock ramming further up my ass. "Oww!!" I wail. Tears form in my eyes. "I...I still can't get it out," says Jay, sitting underneath me. "I need to cum first." "Then cum!" I shriek. "I...I can't in this position...can't get any leverage." With a huff, I support myself on my heels and palms, crab-fashion. Then, I swiftly move up and down on him. "Yes, that's it!" he groans. I can't even begin to describe how it feels inside of me, I just feel so...so full. There's a knot of nerves somewhere inside me, and it's forcing my penis to maximum hardness. It bobs up and down on my belly as I rock, eventually building up enough pressure to point upright - more specifically - straight at me! I look on in terror as my cock is aimed directly at me, about to shoot. With my hands otherwise preoccupied there's nothing I can do about it. Biting hard on my lip, I whimper as I shoot up at myself. It lands on my belly, reaching as high as my tits. "Yesss!!!" exclaims Jay. In the thralls of his orgasm, he reaches up and rubs my cum into my boobs. Again, there's nothing I can do about it. Finally, Jay gets small and soft enough to slip out of me. Barely able to stand, I limp over to the mirror, to see what has become of me. Like I said, I don't look any younger, just smaller. But I had to be 3'9 at the absolute most. "H-how could this happen?" I gasp, my emotions too wild for me to start crying just yet. "I guess they still haven't perfected it yet," says Jay, guiltily. "They can't sell stuff like this that isn't perfected!" I shout, "we'll sue them!" "Actually...we can't..." he says, looking away. "W-what do you mean?" "The box I bought for this change...it was kind of a voluntary thing." "Voluntary?" "They were giving free boxes as samples to trusted customers, in order for them to test them." "So...this was only a prototype version?" "I'm afraid so." "And you never TOLD me?" "Stacey, I'm so sorry, I thought-" "-No! Save it!" I fume. "You've gone too far this time." With nowhere else to go, I end up staying with Debra. She's wonderful about the whole thing, agreeing to keep Jay at arm's length until my time as Stacey is over. According to the info from 'One Night' the chance should be over after a fortnight total, which makes it just over a week left remaining. The day after I move in with Debra, she asks me to join her in the bedroom. I enter, closing the door behind me. To my surprise, I find the box that changed me into Stacey lying on the bed. "What's this?" I ask. "Well," explains Debra. "Now that you've shrunk, we can't allow anyone to see you who may have seen you as Stacey already, in case they start to think there's something going on." "Okay?" "So, we need to alter your appearance when you're in public." "How?" "Well...look at this..." she says. She slips a pair of large sunglasses over my eyes and points me to the mirror. "See? We can't make your face look any younger, but put a pair of sunglasses on and you could be anyone." "That's pretty clever," I say. "But why do we need the kit?" "Because...like it or not, you're still too developed to pass for a young girl." "What are you getting at?" Five minutes later, I'm stood naked with the suction cups on my chest. "Ready?" she asks. "Not in the slightest," I reply. She flicks the switch and the small amount of milk in my breasts is drained, leaving me completely flat-chested. "There, all done!" she smiles with some satisfaction. I run my hand over my flat chest, looking up at Debra's bust with envy. "Is that everything?" I ask. "Nope, there's one more thing." "Which is?" "You need to take another one of these." She holds aloft one of the red voice-changing candies. "No way, what for?" "To make your voice higher of course. However you look at it, you're not a little girl, you're just a sissified man and the one candy you've already taken won't be enough to disguise your voice." "No, I absolutely refuse. It's humiliating." Debra smiles, crouching down to me; suddenly, she delivers a sharp pinch to my rear. I yelp, and in goes the candy. She cups my mouth, waiting until I've sucked it entirely before letting go. "Well? What do you think?" "I think I need to-" I stop and blush. My voice is higher than it's ever been. Debra bursts into a fit of giggles. "Awww, that's so adorable!" "This is humiliating!" I protest. "Come on, we need to find you some clothes that actually fit." I stand, twenty minutes later, in a white dress with red flower patterns. "Oh!" exclaims Debra, "you look divine!" "Is this really necessary?" I sigh. "Like I said, you might not actually be a little girl, but you need to look and sound the part. This was my daughter's once." "I'd sort of guessed," I mutter, tugging at the hem. The next few days are a living hell. Debra takes me out, treating me as her 'niece' in front of everyone that asks. I constantly tell myself I haven't physically regressed, that I'm just a man that's been shrunken and had his voice made higher. This point is well highlighted as I constantly have to wear my sunglasses outside of the house. Without those, I just look like a very small woman in her twenties, which is sort of what I am - except I'm really a man. Dammit, when did this all get so complicated? Inside the house, Debra is much more lenient, even calling me Mike and treating me as a man as normal - though I still have to wear girls' clothes as they're the only thing that fits me. It's Saturday, so it should be the last day before I finally change back. I'm in the shower washing up, when suddenly Debra enters the bathroom. "You're supposed to knock!" I protest, covering myself. She smirks as I instinctively cover my nipples as well. "Sorry, but I thought we should have a talk," she says, sitting down on the toilet lid. "R-right now?" I stammer. "Oh relax," she replies, "I've seen you naked already. You just look like a very small woman in her twenties...without tits, of course." "What is it you wanted to talk about?" I ask. "These," she says, holding up a pair of pyjama pants. I blush crimson. Those were the pants I was wearing last night before I had another 'dream'. I thought I'd hidden them well enough but here she is with them in hand. "Debra, I'm sorry," I say. "Like you said yourself, I'm just a normal guy in spite of how you disguise me outside." "These wet dreams are becoming a problem for you, aren't they?" she says, looking sympathetic. "Like I said, it's been happening ever since I first became Michelle. It's always dreams about being either male or female." "Or being dominated," she says, lifting off her shirt. "Y-yes," I say. "It's not about being younger - because you're not...it's about being smaller...about being a helpless sissy." Her jeans come off next. "Debra...what are you doing?" Her bra and panties come off next. "Teaching you a lesson, you bad girl." "Debra, this really isn't necessary." She stands under the shower, water drenching her face and hair. "Yes it is - you need release. And nothing turns you on more than being vulnerable." "That's not true, I- owwwww!" I squeal like a girl, as Debra suddenly pinches my nipples hard. "If it's not true...why are you getting hard?" Having no answer to the question, I lower my head. "Tell me," she says, "have you ever cried in front of another woman?" "What? No, of course not." Her hand connects with my rear. "Ow! Don't!" "Come on, cry for me." She slaps again. "N-no!" I whimper, "I refuse. I'm not a sissy." She slaps again, my tiny cock quivering. "Really? You look like one to me. Come on, cry for me, baby." "Debra...please." "Are those tears?" "No!" "I think they are..." Another slap, this time I DO start sobbing. "There we go...a little sissy with a little dick, sobbing like a little girl." I try to curse. "You...mean woman!" Another slap. My butt throbs. I can't believe how strong she seems. But I know that it's not her that's strong - it's me that's weak! I know there are couples all over the world that like to role play with the man pretending he's helpless and weak. But this is different - I AM weak. And small... "Look at that bottom lip trembling. Do you want your mommy, you little sissy?" "I...I..." I can't even speak. In spite of my protests, I AM turned on, I can't help it. "Look at you: Twenty-five and you're 3'9, with a two inch dick, sobbing as a woman punishes you, unable to stop from getting hard as she does it. What kind of a man is that?" She slaps again. As I look up through my teary eyes, I see her huge boobs swaying as she slaps my ass. I'm on the brink. "It...hurts," I whimper. Debra sees I'm about to lose control and stands back, smiling. I feel a tingle in my body that tells me I'm returning to normal, but my ass is throbbing and I can't stop the flow in time. As I look up at her, I see her beautiful lips ordering me. "Say it." "I....I...I'm a little sissy..." I blub, shooting all over her lower half. An hour later I sit on the edge of Debra's bed in a robe. She opens the door slowly, walking in. "Is everything back to normal?" she asks. "Yeah, 100% male, thanks," I reply. She comes and sits by me on the bed. "Thanks for all your help," I say, "I couldn't have gotten through this without you." "That's okay, darling," she replies, stroking my short dark hair. "What will you do now though?" "I'm really not sure. Maybe I'll go back home." "What about Jay?" "I haven't forgiven him yet. Maybe this is it between us." "I hope not. It'd be nice if we could all get along together. That being said, I understand that he's made a big mistake here." "Do you think he's sorry?" "Absolutely. He's been asking about you non-stop." "Still, I'm really not sure." She puts her arm around me. "Well, take your time, Mike. You may not have all the time in the world, but you only get one life, however long it lasts." Wow, our first cliff-hanger ending! How's it going, guys? Do you think there's any more humiliation Mike can endure? What change are you itching to see? Moreover, what turns you on the most about this series? Feedback has been good so far and I want to keep it that way so please keep leaving your comments. So far Mike's been a female version of himself, a Swedish babe, a MILF, and now a skinny little sissy. There will be a couple more instalments coming, maybe three depending on feedback so PLEASE do take the time to leave a review and I really hope you enjoyed this instalment. Keep Dreaming! KG X