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The Vibrator -- Allen and Lauren By: Nissa Englewood Author's Note What can I say? Sometimes having a fantasy is not enough, and where acting it out is not possible, writing it down and fully realizing every nuance of the fantasy has to do. And that's what this is--it's taken a number of forms, and gone through a number of minor and not so minor edits over the course of about a year, but at the end of the day it's just a fantasy. My fantasy, at this point in time. I make no claim to this story being perfectly edited (I have never written fiction or dialogue before), but I do consider it complete. I admit to getting a little lazy at the end, but it's time for me to move on, and I just hope that others enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If not, I'm glad to hear about it in the reviews. I do not plan to write any more stories of this sort, but feedback is always appreciated. This story is meant to be posted to Fictionmania only. Any other posting or sharing of this story is done without the permission of the author and those responsible for such actions should be ashamed of themselves. Preface Allen was home alone for the first time in weeks. His wife Lauren, a young brunette, was working late. With Lauren gone, Allen had free reign of the house until around 8:30 in the evening, and as such, Allen couldn't wait to strip down and have some personal time. Personal time, in this case, being a euphemism for masturbation. To be clear, Allen loved his wife, and certainly made love to his wife, but for him there was something luxuriously personal about the ability to sit down in a quiet room with nothing but his genitals, his thoughts, and the internet to supplement them. Most nights, this meant perusing amateur pornography, with the occasional foray into incredibly tame "kinks" like pregnancy. "Incredibly tame" in the sense that for most heterosexual men, such things are fairly straight- forward--imagining having sex with a woman is not so far from imagining impregnating a woman, or having sex with a pregnant woman, and so most heterosexual men seem to find little draw to such a kink. It is, after all, a fairly basic heterosexual male drive to impregnate women. However, Allen was not your average heterosexual male. For Allen, the fantasy was not of impregnating a woman, or even having sex with an already pregnant woman--it was of being a woman and being impregnated, or already pregnant. At some point, the fantasy almost certainly started with the idea of impregnating women, but over time the fantasy became entangled with a much greater desire of Allen's: to be female. Chapter I Allen was about to have an entire evening to himself to play out his fantasy. Allen quickly stripped down, brought his laptop into the bedroom, and got started fantasizing while perusing pornography and internet story boards. It was then that Allen remembered Lauren had recently purchased a new vibrator. The chain of causation behind the actions that followed is somewhat fuzzy--strict causation, for Allen, always seemed to go out the window when aroused, but tonight was even fuzzier. Regardless, Allen found himself irresistibly curious what Lauren's new vibrator would feel like rubbing against the tip of his penis. He reached into Lauren's nightstand and pulled out the vibrator in question. Allen had only caught a glimpse of it once before, as Lauren was known to enjoy her own alone time every now and again, but now, holding the vibrator, he was blown away by its elegance. The vibrator was a medium charcoal gray, with a satin finish that felt like warm liquid to the touch. It was somewhat more bulbous towards the ends while remaining sleek and streamlined as a whole--looking for all intents and purposes like an alien banana. Allen found it hard to tell which end was the "business end," but after a moment of looking, he noticed a small, perfectly round dimple in the tip of one end. He thought it was a bit strange for a vibrator to have a fake urethra, but put it out of his mind. In his hand, the vibrator's slight curve felt comfortable and secure, and he knew it would feel even better on his penis. Quickly looking for the on switch, he brushed the "back end" of the vibrator with his thumb and a light pink outline of a bar with an arrow inside it appeared. Moving his thumb across the outline of the bar in the direction of the arrow, he was amazed as the vibrator came to life, and the bar "filled in" somewhat. After playing with it for a moment he realized that what he was looking at was a variable intensity setting. Once turned on, small pink circles appeared near the bar, and they would fill in when he touched them (similar to radio buttons), thus changing the pattern of vibration. Believing he had discovered all the functions of the device, he touched the tip of the vibrator to his penis, and got to work with the matter at hand. He couldn't believe how intense the feeling of the vibrator against his penis was--it wasn't even on its highest setting, and already he knew that he was not going to last very long. Allen noted how strange this was. When he had toyed with vibrators before, the best part of the experience was always the fantasy, but with this vibrator, he felts as if pleasure had enveloped his entire penis. It seemed, in many ways, to be vibrating all the way down to his soul. He wondered if this was how women felt when using a vibrator. As time went on, Allen abandoned the idea of pursuing the internet in his usual meandering way, and set aside his computer. The sensations from the vibrator were just too intense. He began to slide the vibrator down to the root of his penis, circling his scrotum and pressing lightly on the underside of his penis. Everything felt good. It was as if his entire groin was one pulsating erogenous zone. Over the next few minutes, he got more and more feverish as he got closer to orgasm. He didn't want the sensation to end, but he was desperately craving release. When it finally came, he began to pass out--he couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not, but as he fell into the recesses of unconsciousness, he could have sworn the vibrator began to pulsate and pump thick strands of a pearlescent pink fluid all across his penis and scrotum as well as the upper part of his legs. As unconsciousness finally claimed him, his last foggy observation was that the fluid seemed to be absorbing into his skin. Allen found himself in a familiar dream. He was at home, lying in bed, but he felt different. He looked down past his full, pert breasts (slightly askew from gravity) to see a flat stomach, with a small layer of fat leading down to two incredibly long legs, and a small trimmed tuft of hair sitting at the top of his mound. Allen was elated, and quickly corrected the picture he had just described to himself. She was at home, lying in bed, with her full, pert breasts parting from gravity to reveal her flat stomach, long legs, and neatly trimmed vulva. The realization, as it often did when Allen was dreaming (or should we say Allison?), made her wet and she craved contact. Allen, now Allison, looked to her left and saw her wife, Lauren, laying next to her dressed in a sleek, conservative corset and garter set, smiling slyly. "Welcome back sleepy head," she whispered, never once breaking eye-contact. In moments they were at each other. The conscious part of Allison's mind reminded her to be cautious--these sorts of dreams were fragile, and prone to shattering at a moment's notice, leaving Allison back in her bed as Allen without the satisfaction she so craved. However, she knew that if she didn't work fast, it would dissolve on its own; either by her waking up naturally, or by simply fading into another dream. Lauren grabbed Allison's left breast gently and licked her nipple, teasing her until Allison roughly pressed Lauren's head into her breast, urging her to suck on her nipple. Lauren was more than happy to oblige and began to reach down between Allison's legs, where she caressed Allison's aroused vulva. After a few minutes of this sort of foreplay, with feverish kissing, and mutual rubbing, Lauren looked Allison in the eye and asked, "Are you sure you want to be a mother?" "Yes, more than anything," Allison nearly moaned. Lauren then leaned back and as Allison watched, Lauren's clitoris extended into a full, rigid penis. Allison was amazed and even more turned on, if that was possible. "You look surprised, Allie, it's not like you don't have one too," Lauren commented noticing Allison's surprise. It was a curious statement--one that felt like it was shoved in where it didn't belong--but in that moment, Allison knew she too could extend her clitoris into a penis if she desired. If any doubt was left in Allison's mind that she wanted this more than anything, it was quashed with this realization. A voice suddenly welled up from the back of Allison's mind, "Are you sure this is what you want?" "Yes, oh god, yes," Allison began to mumble over and over. "Very well." Still in the dream, Lauren positioned her penis at the opening of Allison's lips and began to rub it up and down, each time flicking gently across Allison's clitoris, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Right as Allison was on the verge of orgasming from the flicking sensation alone, she heard Lauren ask, apparently facetiously, "Can I come in?" Allison, feeling Lauren pressing at the entrance to her vagina mumbled "Yes" as an orgasm began to rack her body like none she had ever experienced before. Just then, the door opened. The sound of the door opening pulled Allen from his dream while he was still orgasming, the vibrator still in his normal masculine hand, but also firmly positioned at the opening of his vagina, pulsating and pumping out a pearlescent red fluid that was pooling on his vulva and slowly absorbing into his skin. Deep down, Allen knew that he had sealed his fate--he was now the proud owner of a female reproductive system. However, his fear and anxiety at this were quickly replaced with lust as he looked up and saw his wife standing in the door. Lauren had a look of shock on her face, but her hand was already unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it on the floor. Chapter II "We'll talk about this later, and I'll explain everything, but--oh god--I need to fuck you right now," Lauren said moaning the last bit. "Now, take the vibrator and throw it across the room before you do something else you might regret." "But, we could use it together," Allen panted, still somewhat foggy from his first female orgasm, and craving more of the feelings the vibrator had given him already. "Trust me Allen, throw it over there, and we'll deal with it later." Allen was reluctant to do so, but slowly moved the vibrator away from his wet labia, and tossed the vibrator into the corner near their dresser. He didn't know why, but he felt like he was giving up a piece of himself as he did so. However, his currently hyper-active libido quickly redirected him to the vision standing before him. Lauren was standing by the bed, now wearing only her boy-cut panties and a predatory look on her face. Allen had never seen Lauren look so aroused. Her face and skin were flushed, and there was a gleam in her eye he typically associated with someone on the prowl. Her breasts and nipples were slightly engorged and taut, the increased blood flow giving them a slight pinkish cast. As Allen was drinking in the sight of his wife, he had already absentmindedly began to rub his vulva--all over at first, but occasionally targeting his clitoris, and tracing the lines of his lips. As he was doing so he caught Lauren staring at his new genitalia with the same predatory look he had just seen directed towards him. He wasn't conscious of why he did it, but seeing Lauren so enthralled by his vulva made him want to put on a show--he gave his vulva a quick, light slap and moaned. Lauren's eyes widened. "Well, are you going to fuck me or what?" Allen asked. Lauren needed no further invitation, and began to climb slowly and seductively onto the bed, eventually straddling Allen's hips and diving into a prolonged kiss--all while Allen continued to rub his new equipment. One of Allen's hands came up to rub Lauren's breasts while they continued to kiss. Likewise, Lauren used her hand to reposition the hand Allen was using to rub himself so that he was grabbing her ass. "That's mine to play with," she said seductively, moving his hand away from his genitals. Lauren then brought one of her hands down to Allen's thigh and began to slowly draw it up toward his pouting lips, stopping as she got close. Allen began to squirm, desperately trying to get her hand to press into him, but only getting the occasional soft touch. After a few more seconds of this Allen bit his lip and moaned in frustration. "Oh? Don't like being teased quite as much when you're on the other side huh? Well, we'll see what we can do about that." Lauren scooted down Allen's body until her face was nearly level with Allen's pelvis. She looked up toward Allen and gave him a wink before bringing her head down to his mound and first gently, but then more urgently, licking at his lips and clitoris. She'd alternate between flicking his clitoris with her tongue and dragging her tongue up from his entrance to his clit. Eventually, she focused her efforts on his clit, and brought him to an earth shattering orgasm. It would have been an interesting sight for anyone watching. At a particular angle, and disregarding the overtly feminine sounds coming from Allen's mouth, it would have appeared as if Lauren was simply giving Allen a blow job. After all, Allen still looked the way he always did--the only change was that he now had a vulva, and that was obscured by Lauren's head. After recovering somewhat from Lauren's ministrations, Allen repositioned Lauren so that they could both have access to each other. He pulled aside Lauren's now wet panties and began tonguing her, mimicking the things she was doing to him. After a few more minutes, they both erupted in orgasm, Lauren roughly pushing her crotch down onto Allen's face. "Would you like a surprise?" Lauren whispered as she was recovering. "I like surprises," Allen replied, curious what the surprise could be--as if all of this wasn't surprising enough already. "Well, remember you said you like surprises. I hope you like mine." Before Allen's eyes, Lauren's clitoris began to extend into an erect penis. It finally stopped extending at such a length as to put it a mere inch from his mouth. Allen was shocked, but still incredibly aroused. He didn't know what had come over him, as he never considered himself a fan of the male anatomy, but something about Lauren's penis struck him as perfect, and incredibly arousing. But then again, Allen thought everything was arousing at that moment. "I love it," he said, quickly taking it in hand and beginning to lick all of it he could reach, eventually opening his mouth and taking as much of it inside as possible. Lauren resumed licking Allen's mound while lightly thrusting her penis into Allen's mouth. Over time Lauren's thrusting became more and more urgent, and she stopped licking at Allen's vulva, unable to focus on anything but the sensation of her penis in Allen's mouth. Allen moaned, urging her on, and in short order, Lauren was ejaculating into Allen's mouth. Allen had to swallow multiple times to keep from choking on Lauren's semen. As he continued to lick and suck Lauren's still ridged penis lightly, he realized what he needed. He needed her inside him. Allen quickly had Lauren spin back around so that she was facing him, and then whispered, "Now fuck me, goddammit." Lauren needed no further encouragement and began rubbing her penis up and down the length of Allen's cunt, ensuring she had plenty of lubrication before slowly working it into Allen's vagina. Allen was shocked at the feeling. Ever since seeing Lauren in the doorway after he woke from his dream, he had felt an emptiness in his lower abdomen--a need to be filled--and now he was finally feeling the need subside. As Lauren continued feeding her cock into Allen, she began to feel resistance. It was a resistance Lauren knew well. Allen was still a virgin, and Lauren was about to rupture his hymen. The thought of deflowering her husband turned her on even more and she began to push harder. As she pushed, Allen felt a burning, piercing pain and cried out moments before Lauren sunk all the way into him, her glans nestled up against what he assumed was his cervix, as if Lauren's penis was made for him. "Are you okay?" Lauren asked, concerned she was being too rough with Allen. "I'm fine, please keep going," Allen said, his watering eyes betraying the pain he had felt moments before, and the raw ache he was still feeling now. Lauren began working her penis back and forth gently inside Allen, and the raw ache began to subside somewhat--replaced by a pleasantly full feeling, that was building into what Allen knew would be another orgasm. Lauren began pumping faster and at the end of each stroke her mons would bump into Allen's clitoris, driving Allen crazy and making him moan. As Lauren was on the verge of orgasm she began to pull out of Allen, but Allen would have none of it. Allen wrapped his legs around Lauren and pulled her into him in much the same way Lauren used to wrap her legs around him. Lauren climaxed deeply embedded in Allen, her penis nestled up against his cervix. The influx of warm semen shooting into him set off Allen's orgasm, and he cried out while Lauren continued to thrust and pump, her semen eventually leaking out of Allen for lack of space. After their orgasms subsided, they looked into each others eyes and realized what had just happened. Allen had just had unprotected sex with his wife, and if that wasn't enough, he was the one with semen leaking out of him, pooling under him and creating a wet spot on the bed. Chapter III The next few minutes were awkward to say the least. As Lauren's semen began to dry and crust in the hair of his new vulva, Allen finally got up out of his daze and went to the bathroom. As he walked, more of Lauren's fluids dripped out of his vagina and ran down his leg. The shame and embarrassment of what just happened, combined with the visceral feeling of semen running down his thigh made him wretch. Upon entering the bathroom, he barely made it to the toilet before doubling over, and emptying the meager contents of his stomach into the bowl. The realization that the vast majority of what he was throwing up was more of Lauren's semen led to bouts of dry-heaving. Finally composing himself, he wiped his mouth and inner thighs and sat on the toilet, the final bits of semen left in him dripping into the water bellow. He felt a familiar urge, and released somewhat unfamiliar muscles, emptying the contents of his bladder. Allen remembered reading that it was good for a woman to pee after sex--that it helped prevent UTIs. He never thought it would apply to him, but here he was, vulva raw from sex, and urinating. He wondered if, by way of the advice applying to him, he was now a woman. Anger and disgust welled up within him at that idea. He didn't feel like a woman. He felt like some sort of freak. He was a man with a vagina--his place was in circus sideshows, not in society. This was not his fantasy. He could hear the callers advertising his show, "Come one, come all, and see the foolish man who not only allowed himself to be emasculated and fucked by his wife in his virgin cunt, he might well be pregnant too!" That last thought brought Allen's thoughts to a stop. An abrupt stop. As consciousness slipped from him, he slipped forward, knocking his head on the cabinet opposite the toilet, making a cracking sound loud enough to rouse Lauren out of her daze, and send her running into the bathroom to find out what happened. When she opened the door she saw Allen, face planted firmly in the carpet, his ass still up in the air for all the world to see his labia still glistening from semen and urine. Even now, after the intense arousal she had felt when opening the bedroom door nearly an hour ago had faded, the sight made her tingle, and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "It was that damn vibrator. I never should have bought it," she admonished herself. Now, her husband, who she loved more than anything, had passed out from the realization of all that had happened as a result of its strange powers, and possibly hurt his head. Her marriage, she thought, might very well have ended tonight. Lauren pushed such thoughts from her mind. Her husband needed her--questions about the future could wait until she got him cleaned up. When Allen came to he was back in bed, and accompanied by a splitting headache. He reached up and felt his head where it hurt--a lump had formed where he hit his head on the cabinet, and it was still tender. The sharp pain as he pressed on the soft lump made the events of the last few hours come flooding back to him, and he wondered why he couldn't have stayed unconscious a while longer. Unconscious was good--it meant not dealing with what happened. Maybe, if he just ignored it, the problem would go away. Lauren, realizing that Allen was awake, quickly handed him a glass of water and three pills. "Here, take these," she instructed, matter-of-factly. "What are they?" "Well, you can probably guess that two of those are ibuprofen, the other is 1.5 mg of levonorgestrel." "What's levonorgestrel? Will it help with this headache?" Allen asked, hopeful it was a powerful painkiller he'd never heard of. "It's an emergency contraceptive. Remember a couple years ago when we were freaking out because the condom broke, but calmed down after a day or two because I was still on the pill? Well, just in case, I picked that pill up at the drugstore. I assume it's still good. Regardless, it's better than nothing. I just never thought you'd be the one taking it," Lauren explained. Allen frowned, again wishing he could have stayed knocked out, but quickly swallowed the pills and drank some water. While still trying to pretend the problem didn't exist, he reached a hand down to his crotch, finding everything as he left it in the bathroom--he still had a vulva, and it was still sore. His mood darkened further. He brought his hand back into view, and a light amount of blood could be seen on his finger tips. Tiny electrical Alarms cascaded through his synapses. "I'm bleeding!" Allen nearly shouted. "Don't worry, it's normal," Lauren consoled him. "Remember, I bled a bit the first couple times we had sex too. It's just your body getting used to being penetrated." "But I don't want my body to get used to being penetrated! This was all supposed to be a harmless night of fantasy, and now, I could be pregnant! Me. A man, with a man's body and a woman's genitalia!" Allen exclaimed, the little electrical alarms still ringing throughout his head and making calm, rational thought somewhat difficult. "Don't worry, Allen. Let's look at this rationally," Lauren tried to comfort him, "It's highly unlikely that you'd get pregnant from having sex once." Allen did not want to look at things rationally, and let the alarms do the talking. "How can we know that for sure? You pumped practically a pint of semen into my vagina with a penis that was also created, I'm just guessing, by a vibrator you bought online. At what point is any of this rational?" The tiny electrical alarms cascading through Allen's synapses were right. "You have a point, but there's no sense worrying about it now, especially when we can't possibly know for at least another week, possibly even a month or more, whether you're pregnant. So, why don't you tell me what happened, and I can help fill in the details you're missing." "Fine." The alarms had shut off, but their blaring still echoed in the recesses of Allen's consciousness. Chapter IV Allen proceeded to relay to Lauren his night's activities prior to her walking into the room. He conveniently left out the dreams he had?they were just too strange and he was worried what Lauren would think of him for dreaming that he was about to be impregnated. "So you're fairly certain the vibrator only came twice?" "Ya, why?" "From what I've discovered each time you come into contact with its 'semen,' or whatever it is, within four hours of the last time you came into contact with it, your previous change becomes permanent. If, on the other hand, you manage to make it four hours without coming into contact with the vibrator's semen, the most recent change reverses itself." "So I am stuck with?this?for the rest of my life?" Allen gestured at his vulva. "Not necessarily." "What do you mean not necessarily? I obviously had it the second time the vibrator came, and from what you're saying, that makes it permanent." "It does, but I'm betting the vibrator is still able to change it back if you use it again. The only problem is it seems to randomly decide what the change is going to be, and the only clue is the color of the controls on the vibrator." "You mean they change?" "Yep. I'm betting, from the fact that you now have a vagina, the controls were pink when you picked up the vibrator." "Well, ya." "And the fluid that came out was pink too, right?" "I assume so, I was kind of passing out at the time it happened," Allen said sheepishly. "Well, from what I can tell, pink feminizes, blue masculinizes, purple affects your mind, silver is a completely random change, and from what we saw tonight, I think it's safe to say that red affects libido, but apparently not permanently?at least not this time." "How do you know so much about the vibrator?" "Well, there was a manual that came with it, but I threw it away thinking it was just the normal warnings, so it's been trial and error mostly." "Trial and error?" "Well, the first time I used it, it went a lot like it did for you. I was masturbating with it, thinking how silly it was that the controls were pink?I mean we all know it's a vibrator, but did it need to be pink? ?anyway, I orgasmed and passed out, but not before seeing the vibrator ejaculate pink fluid all over me. At some point I started dreaming and in my dream I bent you over the bed and started fucking you. But you looked like you do now, my boobs were a half cup bigger, and my clit extended into a penis. As I came, I swear I woke up and watched the vibrator shoot blue semen all over me, but I must have fallen back asleep. The next thing I knew the dream had changed and I was pregnant, while you were completely female and sucking on my? well? my lactating breasts," Lauren flushed red, "After I came again and saw silver semen soaking into my skin, I think I heard the dog bark and I woke up from yet another dream where I was teasing the female you with my penis, and asking if you were sure you wanted me to make you a mother." Allen was shocked and incredibly unnerved?that last dream sounded almost exactly like the one he had had right before Lauren opened the door. "So ya? I woke up, and there I was: lactating, with bigger boobs, and a penis jutting out where my clit usually was. I put the vibrator away, scared more things would change, and laid in bed wondering what had happened. You came in the room, assuming I had already gone to sleep, and after I was pretty sure you were asleep, I snuck out of the room and spent the next couple hours trying to express my milk by hand due to the intense soreness it was causing. That is, until they suddenly stopped lactating about four hours after I had put the vibrator away." "Wow.. that explains why your breasts seemed to fill in over these last couple months. And, obviously, why your clit extends into a penis. But what about the color purple?" Lauren paused, looking as if she had hoped he wouldn't ask that question, but began relaying the information anyway. "That was the next night. I was stressed out about the changes, and afraid of what you'd think. And, well, you know how I deal with stress. I decided I had to masturbate. After seeing how the lactating stopped after about four hours, I figured so long as I could stay awake, I could stop any further changes from being permanent. So while you thought I was getting ready for bed, I snuck the vibrator into the bathroom and started fucking myself like mad while sitting on the toilet. It was really pretty clever, I thought, because if I passed out I would have fallen off the toilet and woken up. What was strange was, while you know I'm not normally a fan of penetration with vibrators, something seemed to say to me that I had to put it inside me, that I needed every last drop of fluid it could give me. But when I started coming, I almost slipped off the toilet and accidentally rammed the vibrator further into my pussy than I wanted and some purple semen got pushed out around the vibrator and fell into the toilet. When I finally looked into the toilet, I didn't see any of the semen?almost like it had dissolved into the water. I didn't feel any different, so I figured that the purple color must mean that it was neutral, and that it didn't change anything. I was very wrong." "What do you mean?" Allen asked, in awe of the lurid tale his normally reserved wife was telling. "Well, we went to bed like normal, but about an hour later I woke up and had to get the vibrator. When I pulled it out of its case, the controls were bright pink and pulsing. I don't know what came over me but I moved over to your side of the bed and starting giving the vibrator a hand job while pointing it at your face. I was wetter than I had ever been; probably about as wet as I was when I saw you a couple hours ago. After a while, the vibrator started pulsing even harder and it ejaculated insane amounts of semen all over your face. Your mouth was open and some of it got in, but almost as quickly as it landed on you, it was absorbed into your skin. Before my eyes you changed into the female version of you I had sex with in my dreams the first night. I pulled down the covers and saw that the transformation was complete, your boobs had to be bordering on a d-cup. At that point, I was gripped by the sudden urge to shove the vibrator into your cunt and hold you down until it came in you. But? just as I was about to do that I stopped. I kept repeating the phrase 'that would be rape' to myself until I finally turned away and put the vibrator back in its case?but not before noticing that the controls were purple again." "You were going to rape me with the vibrator!?" Allen exclaimed, shocked and hurt. "Yes? That's why I think the purple semen alters your mind. The vibrator wanted me to get every drop of it because it knew it'd need to overcome my own strong feelings about rape. If the semen that fell into the toilet had stayed in me, I don't think I would have been able to stop myself, and it would have ejaculated purple semen into you?I assume to make you like being female, and keep us playing with the vibrator until we matched the people in my fantasy." "I thought you said it decided on changes randomly--this sounds like the vibrator had planned all this out in advance." "Well, I think it's somewhat random. I think that's what the dreams are about?the vibrator is trying to determine what sorts of changes would be best for you, what you want. Then, it seems to decide how to bring that about. But if it had still wanted to turn you into the woman in my fantasy, it would have changed your entire body tonight, and I would have walked in the room to find you permanently female rather than a man with a vagina, so it must be somewhat random after all." "I guess..." Allen replied, still not comfortable sharing his dreams. Unfortunately, Allen couldn't stop thinking of the dreams he had when using the vibrator. Right now Lauren thought it was still her fantasies that were shaping what was happening to him, but he knew different. This was his own fault. He wanted Lauren's dick inside him and the vibrator made it happen. This was good news, though. All he needed to do is fantasize about something else, and maybe it would change him back. Or so he told himself. Chapter V "So what do we do now?" Allen asked. "Well, I think we ought to keep having you use the vibrator, under supervision, so we can stop more mistakes from happening, and see if we can get you to turn back." Lauren was trying to be positive, even though she doubted their ability to succeed. "I guess. Let's hope it works." The two eventually fell asleep. They had work the next day, after all, and Allen was determined not to let his mistake impact his life any more than he had to. He slept in the nude, like he always did, and dreamt of having sex with Lauren again?once again, he was female. He woke up the next morning, extremely aroused, and his hand still unconsciously rubbing at his vulva. He realized he must have been moaning because Lauren was already awake, looking at him with hunger in her eyes, a certain part of her anatomy tenting the covers. It was still too soon for Allen to think of actually having sex with Lauren willingly, so he quickly got out of bed and went to take a shower. Standing in the shower with the hot water flowing over him and tributaries licking at the space between his legs, his hand once again found its way to his vulva. He tried to fight the urge, but eventually finished what he had started while asleep and started getting ready for work. When he came back into the bedroom to get dressed he caught Lauren wiping her chest and stomach off with kleenex?he pretended not to see it and continued getting ready. Allen's sanity rested on the idea that nothing would change?that everything would be fine if he could just keep going. Unfortunately, his anatomy was not about to be ignored. Putting on his normal boxer briefs was not at all normal anymore?they gave him a strange sensation he couldn't pinpoint for a minute, but he soon realized what it was. They still fit fairly well, but now there was an empty feeling in the crotch of the briefs. Allen, worried people at work would notice his lack of "junk" and concerned the empty feeling would distract him, unrolled a pair of socks, folded them somewhat and placed them in the crotch of his underwear. Looking in the full-length mirror, Allen could hardly tell a difference in his anatomy. The sock was a bit lumpier in some spots than his penis was, but it would do. Upon arriving to work he set about doing what he always did, he got situated in his office and started responding to emails. Throughout the day, projects took him around the building, answering stupid questions, the usual. Unfortunately, all the moving around was causing Allen to constantly adjust his sock, and each time he did, it would brush up against his mound and arouse him. By the end of the day he thought he was going to go crazy. He was soaking wet and in need of release. Every innocent glance in his direction drove a paranoia that everyone knew his secret, and it was getting harder and harder for him to maintain that nothing had changed and everything would be fine. How could everything be fine when his clit was grinding into a sock every couple minutes? Allen arrived home shortly after Lauren, and with little more than a hello, declared that he needed to use the vibrator. "Right now?" "Yes, right now. All day this sock has been driving me crazy" Allen said, throwing the damp sock into the dirty clothes. "I need to change back. Now." His desperation was evident. "Well, assuming the vibrator's controls are blue, that's a possibility," Lauren replied, worried about Allen's mood?worried that he wasn't going to be able to handle what had happened. In an attempt to help calm Allen down, Lauren went over to the corner of the bedroom where Allen had thrown the vibrator the previous night to retrieve the vibrator for him. Upon picking it up, noticed a problem. "Umm? You're not going to like this?" "What? What is it?!" "Well? It looks like the control display is damaged. It still turns on, but it's got this weird crack running through it that makes all the colors go wonky." Allen frantically grabbed the vibrator from Lauren. Sure enough, it appeared that the controls were just a very well done touch screen, and with it cracked, it was impossible to tell what color it was trying to display. Allen kicked himself for throwing it so hard last night. Now they wouldn't be able to tell what change the vibrator would produce. He would really need supervision now. "Well, I guess we'll just have to make sure you prevent me from making any of the changes permanent until we can figure out what they are and whether we want them to be permanent or not," Allen said defeatedly, but valiantly trying to maintain a sliver of hope. "I guess so." "Well, here goes, I guess." Allen began rubbing the vibrator into his vulva, the empty feeling in his vagina making him want to shove it into himself, but he kept the urge in check?if it came in him, he and Lauren might not know what the change was immediately. If the vibrator ejaculated purple semen, he wanted Lauren to know about it so she could take the vibrator from him as quickly as possible. As Allen masturbated with the vibrator Lauren's hand began to snake its way into her own pants where she began to finger herself, all the while watching Allen. Allen noticed Lauren's arousal and it turned him on even more. Images of himself bent over, with his lower half completely female, and Lauren mounting him came unbidden to mind. He tried to correct the fantasy to one where he was mounting Lauren but it was too late. As he came he saw the vibrator ejaculate pink goo all over his vulva and inner thighs and absorb into his skin. Mesmerized, he continued rubbing the vibrator into his pussy as his hips widened, buttocks shrank and then enlarge again into a rounder shape, and his legs slimmed down and lost all hair. Coming out of her own daze, Lauren quickly snatched the vibrator from Allen and placed it back in its box. Allen was still panting, staring at his lower half. "God dammit, it changes my legs instead of my vagina and I'm still so horny I could scream!" Allen said exasperated. "We could address that, you know. You can't use the vibrator for another four hours, but you can still use what we have to get off" Lauren purred, taking off her clothes. "But? what about protection?" Allen was most definitely horny, but the thought of having sex again after what happened the last time was still somewhat less than appealing. "We still have condoms, honey. There's no need for you to go without the release you need." Lauren's cock was now fully extended, and Allen was staring at it. The shame and revulsion he felt the night before was still present, but his arousal pushed it from his mind. "Fine. Just this once, and if I tell you to stop, you need to stop." "Of course," Lauren replied, trying to hide her happiness at being able to repeat the last night's activities. Allen felt strange reaching over to his side of the bed, fishing out a condom, and rolling it onto his wife's penis. At the same time, however, he couldn't bring himself to stop. He needed to feel her in him. "Alright, now bend over, it's time to show you the joys of receiving," Lauren joked. Allen bent over and Lauren came up behind him. The sight of his feminine legs leading up to his flushed vulva and tight ass made Lauren want to shove herself into him immediately. Instead, she admired the small gap between his thighs, and gently rubbed her cock up and down his wet lips?the condom making it slide even more easily across them. Finally, unable to delay any longer, Lauren began to work herself into Allen, Allen's moans goading her on. Soon, she had both of her hands on Allen's feminine hips using them to help her thrust into him repeatedly. Allen's vagina was still sore, but the rhythmic pumping of Lauren's penis did what it was intended to do, and Allen found himself orgasming with Lauren still thrusting into him. As he came down, he began to wonder what it would be like to have breasts that responded to Lauren's thrusting. Would she reach down and grab them? Tweak a nipple? Or would she be content to watch them undulate and jostle? The thought brought him to yet another climax, this time coinciding with with Lauren's. However, as he recovered, the shame set in once again, halting any further activities. This general routine continued, repeating itself on a daily basis for the next couple weeks. Aside from a couple times where the vibrator increased Allen and Lauren's libido (they theorized it had something to do with pheromones, since the change affected Lauren nearly as much as Allen), and one instance in which purple semen made Allen beg Lauren for four hours straight to let him become fully female, little had happened. One afternoon Allen was even able to live out his fantasy of having breasts. The sensitivity was something he had never experienced, and the movement during sex, while not necessarily the most pleasurable feeling (he had to hold them at one point to prevent some particularly unpleasant bouncing), somehow made him feel complete. He didn't tell Lauren this of course, but if he had, he likely would have been surprised to hear that she too enjoyed his breasts?they fulfilled her own growing fantasies of having sex with "real" women. As the first month of Allen's forced femininity drew to a close, tensions were high. Every morning Allen would hope to awake to cramping, or some other signal that he was about to have his period. Allen noticed how strange that feeling was, but considering the alternative?pregnancy?a period would have been a godsend. Nearly 26 days after his accident, Allen complained to Laura that his chest was sensitive, and that he felt somewhat nauseous. Sure enough, within a day he was cramping, and a couple hours later mother nature had officially welcomed him into the ranks of the ovulating, sexually mature human females. Over the course of his period, Lauren comforted and instructed Allen on how to manage the pain of cramps, and the proper usage of tampons. Allen found the whole business incredibly disgusting and degrading, but also found himself feeling closer to Lauren than he had before. Realizing this, he decided to embrace what few feminine experiences he could in order to come to understand Lauren better. Feeling too disgusted to have penetrative sex with Lauren while on his period, he took to going down on her while masturbating himself. Toward the end of his period, he even decided to give Lauren a blow job. It was obvious to him that Lauren didn't simply feel the need for sex, she also felt the need to ejaculate, and in line with his attempts to experience feminine things, Allen felt somewhat obligated to take care of her needs in whatever way he could. While it was awkward at first, Allen actually found that he enjoyed giving Lauren pleasure in that way, and their afternoon sex routine began to incorporate occasional blow jobs. As the months went by, the shame faded and Allen began to get used to the idea of being penetrated and even began to look forward to the sex following his attempts to return to being male. In some ways, he looked forward to it more than he looked forward to being able to return to normal. During this time, while she hadn't mentioned it to Allen, Lauren began to notice that Allen was undergoing slow, but definite physical changes. Chapter VI Six months after his initial change Allen woke up for work, padded over to the dresser and put on a pair of boy shorts. After a couple months of dealing with either putting a sock in his underwear and having to constantly adjust the sock throughout the day, or going without the sock and having the material bunch between his legs, he gave in to Lauren's suggestions and let her buy him some women's underwear. Since he had been wearing boxer briefs before his change, she felt that boy shorts would make for the easiest transition, and so she went out and bought him a couple different pairs?a couple larges, and a couple extra larges. As it turned out, Allen fit best into the larges. They were just a smidge tight, but the extra larges felt like "granny panties" according to Allen. As far as he was concerned, he could deal with the occasional camel toe in order to avoid the issues of wearing his old male underwear?issues which were still present in the extra large women's underwear. After wearing women's underwear for a week Allen regretted not having given in to Lauren's suggestions sooner. The material was so much softer and thinner than his old underwear, and once, curious to see what he looked like in them, he bent over in front of their full length mirror and admired the way the underwear seemed to make his ass seem fuller, and more feminine. He was especially excited to see the way his vulva was slightly visible between his legs as he bent forward?the material stretched tight across his mound, dimpling somewhat where his lips met giving a hint at what lay beneath the fabric. The sight soon had him riding away on top of Lauren for the second time that day. As he continued to get ready he saw Lauren glance appreciatively at his ass and he blushed. Lauren had been taking long, intent looks at him lately. The idea that he aroused Lauren made him feel proud. He was worried that Lauren's initial enthusiasm surrounding his change would disappear over time, but if anything she got even more enthusiastic. As time went on, she had helped direct him in feminine hygiene and for that he was thankful. Through a bit of light fraud she had even arranged for him to be on the same vaginal ring-based birth control she was on. Allen was still concerned about pregnancy, but the feeling of Lauren pulsing into him was just too good to pass up. While walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth, Allen could feel the last bits of the last night's late night sex session seep into his panties. Noticing his predicament he realized he'd have to change his underwear after his shower. He'd already had a run-in with UTIs when he was still trying to wear his men's underwear, and he was not about to go through that again. After brushing his teeth, Allen proceeded to let the dog out and absentmindedly rubbed at his taught nipples as they puckered from the cold morning air. Walking back inside Allen noticed Lauren was up and sitting on her computer. Lauren looked up, and catching sight of Allen did a double take. "Um, honey, I think we need to get you some new underwear." "What, is there a wet spot?" Allen said, looking down, pulling out the wasteband of his panties and looking into the crotch, where sure enough, the remnants of last night's activities had soaked through. "Well, I kind of figured I'd need to change my underwear after my shower anyway." "Now that you mention it, that's probably a good idea, but that's not what I was talking about," Lauren replied somewhat sheepishly. "What were you talking about?" "I? think it might be a good idea to get you some bras," Lauren said, looking him in the eye. "What? Why?" "You can't tell me you haven't noticed, Allen. They're not very big yet but you're definitely growing breasts, and your nipples are already nearly the size of mine?they poke through your shirts whenever you get cold." "Don't be ridiculous. Men don't grow breasts and I haven't been messing with the vibrator except when supervised by you," Allen tried to deny. "That's true, but you're not really a man these days, are you?" Lauren said, matter of factly. "What's that supposed to mean?" Allen spat. "It's not meant as an insult, honey, but you need to be honest with yourself. You have a female reproductive system, and nothing to compete with the hormones it's putting out. It's slow, but you're going through a second puberty, this time as a woman" Lauren backpedaled somewhat, worried she had hurt Allen's feelings. "I'm not a woman!" "But you are, Allen! Last week you had your fifth period, yesterday you had to put your ring back in so you wouldn't get pregnant, you haven't had to shave your face in two months, and right now you have semen collecting in the crotch of your panties?panties that cling to what is now possibly the most androgenous ass I've ever seen. This is all aside from the behavior changes. For god's sake Allen, you give your wife blow jobs and moan while you do it. You're a woman in almost every way that it counts," Lauren forced the issue, no longer concerned with Allen's feelings and more concerned with Allen's ability to cope with the changes he was going through. "This is bullshit. I don't have to put up with this crap. I'm going to go take a shower, and you can think about how you'd like to apologize," Allen said, stomping away. As Allen bent over to turn the shower on, he subconsciously glanced down at his body. He didn't want to admit it, but Lauren was right. He didn't have all-out breasts, but his nipples definitely didn't belong on a man. They were puffy, and easily twice as big as they used to be. Stepping into the water, they crinkled and poked out from his chest. Allen knew his nipples had been more sensitive, but he hadn't ever taken a moment to look at them. Seeing them now, for the first time, he understood what Lauren had said. While he still looked more like a man than a woman, the lines he had insisted on being clear and distinct were starting to blur. What about him made him a male anymore? The fact that he thought of himself that way? That he still had an adam's apple? His short hair cut? These sorts of things were starting to feel incidental compared to the fact that he had a vulva, he menstruated, and he had his vagina filled with cock and dripping semen on a nightly basis. Further, he enjoyed it. Maybe not the period, but the rest of it was phenomenal. The realization that he enjoyed everything that had happened to him scared him. He had to put an end to it, or risk losing his sense of self as a man. To that effect he reached out of the shower and grabbed the vibrator off the bathroom counter where it had been left after last night's foreplay, and began rubbing himself with it. Last night it had given him long flowing hair down to his mid back, and Lauren had used it to guide him to the living room where she bent him over the couch and fucked him for the first of many times that night, roughly pulling on his hair. Before continuing, she had dropped the vibrator off in the bathroom and led Allen into the bedroom?where they stayed until falling asleep exhausted, with Allen's pussy raw from repeat performances. Allen fantasized about these things while he continued rubbing himself with the vibrator. Allen had started to convince himself a couple months back that he was able to withstand the vibrator's powers now. He hadn't even so much as felt the urge to pass out after it ejaculated on him after that first month. He hadn't tried it, of course, but there was no time like the present. He desperately wanted to stop being a freak, and more than that, he wanted his cock back. He wanted to show Lauren all the wonderful things she had done to him with her cock. He knew she was comfortable in their currently reversed sex life, but he worried she'd begin to miss penetrative sex with a real, live cock. He knew he would, if he had gone six months without a good fuck. As he got closer and closer to orgasm he started tweaking his nipples with his free hand, and had to sit down in the shower from the pleasure. At some point he wondered what it would feel like to have the vibrator on his nipples, and he switched up his ministrations so that he was now fingering himself and dragging the vibrator slowly across his sensitive nipples. It was a strange sensation, but he finally came and watched the vibrator shoot a thick rope of pink semen across his chest and upper-shoulder and off into the corner of the shower. However, instead of getting up and finishing his shower saddened that he had been unable to change himself back, he felt consciousness slipping from him, and his body slumped against the wall of the shower as he cursed himself for his own stupidity. Had he been conscious, he would have been pleased to see that as it absorbed into his skin, the pink semen did not change his appearance one bit. He would have been somewhat less pleased to know that it was changing his genetic makeup. He had been wondering what still made him "male" in any sense of the term, and the vibrator knew: his chromosomes. Certainly, they weren't what made him identify as a male?they had little to do with that. However, they had everything to do with how he was classified scientifically. After thirty seconds, an almost imperceptible shimmer erupted across his skin, radiating out from his uterus and changing every cell in his body along the way. Before, he had been a primarily cisgender male with a vagina that his autogynephilic fantasy had inadvertently created. Now, he was a trans man?a biologically female person who identified as a man?as shaky as that male identity was. Chapter VII Allen laid unconscious in the shower for a few more minutes dreaming. In his dream he was Allison again, but this time Lauren laid spread eagle before her, Allison's penis thrusting in and out of her. Lauren's moans driving her on. "Tell me what you want me to do," Allison said in her sultry female voice. "I want you to cum in me." "Why's that?" Allison teased Lauren more. "I want to have your baby," Lauren moaned, blushing. Allison began thrusting deeper into Lauren, gently bumping up against her cervix, causing her to moan and squirm, her hands digging into Allison's back, urging her to release. After a few moments they both climaxed together as Allison flooded Lauren's vagina with her semen. Allison could swear that she could feel semen flooding her own vagina.. For a moment, Allen was back in the shower, the vibrator firmly buried in him. He had just enough time to feel dread wash over him before he was back in the dream. Lauren was going down on her now, teasing her clit. "I want you to fuck me again," Lauren said breathlessly. "Isn't it your turn to fuck me now?" "But, you still have all that time when you didn't have a cock to make up to me," Lauren whined. "Fine, but then you have to fuck me afterwards." "Deal." Lauren went back to her ministrations, licking Allison's clit and gently inserting two fingers into her, alternating licks and thrusts until Allison clenched down on her fingers and she came. A knock at the door brought Allen out of his dream, the vibrator slipped from his hand, and was pushed out of his pussy, one last shot of purple semen hitting the shower wall. "Allen, are you o.k. in there? I'm sorry if I upset you, but we really need to talk about all of this." Lauren was worried about Allen. "It's fine, I understand your concern," Allen replied, still coming out of his daze. Noticing the purple semen dripping down the wall of the shower, he began scrambling quietly out of the shower. "I'm glad. I went ahead and called us both in sick today so we can talk and maybe even do a little shopping." "I have a better idea," Allen replied, opening the bathroom door. Lauren was shocked and took a step back, but not before Allen was able to latch onto her and pull her in for a deep kiss, the water on his body soaking into her pajamas and causing her nipples to tighten at the sudden change of temperature. As Allen held her there, continuing their kiss she could feel an old familiar feeling?there was no mistaking it, an erect penis was pressing firmly into her lower abdomen. After a few moments Lauren finally pushed away from Allen. There, jutting out from Allen's pussy where his clit usually was, was a penis. Lauren unconsciously licked her lips. "You? You? have..." she stuttered. "A penis? Yes, I do. The vibrator finally gave me what I wanted." "Is it? permanent?" "Yes. You don't think I would have let it reverse did you?" "But what was the other change?" "That doesn't matter. What matters is that I show you all the things you've taught me." Lauren needed little coercion to make her way to the bedroom, and once there Allen began going at her every way he could imagine. He was pleased to note that like Lauren, his ability to orgasm multiple times in a row was not dependent on which part of his anatomy he used. By lunch time, Allen had lost the compulsion to constantly make love to Lauren and he allowed Lauren to take him for a change. After going at it like that for a while, they laid down exhausted, Lauren's vagina raw and both of them still leaking the remains of their lovemaking. "We should probably shower if we're going to make it out shopping today," Lauren observed. "I suppose." Lauren stood up, cupping her hand over her mound to prevent any leaks from finding their way onto the floor and Allen followed her into the bathroom, occasionally wiping stray fluids from his inner thighs. He was proud of himself. In some ways he felt more like a man than he had in a long time. At the same time, he noticed with some reticence that while he loved being able to penetrate his wife again, the sensations he had when on the receiving end of Lauren's cock were indescribable. He wondered if he could get her to fuck him in the shower?he ached for more. Upon Lauren drawing aside the shower curtain any thoughts of romance in the shower were gone. Laying in the shower was the vibrator, a bit of purple semen directly under it, pink semen in the corner, and a bit of blue semen still clinging to the wall. "Oh no, Allen what did you do?" Lauren was suddenly very worried. "I?" "Well, I'm guessing the purple was what made you feel you had to pay me back for all the time you've been without a cock, so that means that the blue and pink had to have happened before that. Obviously the blue gave you your penis ? but what about the pink?" "I don't know? I don't notice anything different, do you?" "Not that I can see, but that's what worries me. What if the change was delayed somehow?" Lauren's mind had quickly shifted gears from pleasure to anxiety and she was still catching up. "It's never done that before?" Allen mumbled. "True, but still. This isn't good." Lauren's brow furrowed. "Maybe it's broken worse than we thought and this one was just a dud," Allen said trying to lighten the mood. "I think we both know how unlikely that is." "I know? But there's nothing we can do now, right? Let's just wash the remnants out of the shower, and move on. I don't want to have to worry about this right after I finally got a bit of myself back." "Fine. But if anything changes, you need to let me know," Lauren admonished Allen. "I will?" Chapter VIII After showering, they piled into the car and made their way to the mall. It was awkward for Allen, knowing the entire time that the trip was motivated by the fleshy semi-protrusions on his chest, and the feminine nipples he was now sporting. As he was dragged through the first department store to the women's section he was incredibly self-conscious. He had always felt awkward in the women's section of stores like these, but this was different. Before, he felt like an interloper. Now, he felt like he belonged in some sense, but he was conscious of the fact that no one but Lauren could possibly understand why. He wasn't an interloper any more?he just didn't fit in. The last vestiges of his male identity made him interpret this strange mix of emotions as nausea, and disgust at his situation mingling with the excitement of peaking behind the curtain and experiencing shopping for clothes as a woman. Despite having a vagina, and many of the experiences women have on a daily basis, his fetish around being female remained strong, and the thought of trying on women's clothing to contain his feminine chest made him excited. Lauren began grabbing items from the racks, glancing at Allen, sizing him up and grabbing more items. She started with some simple t-shirts, eyeing them to make sure they'd be a little tight, so that they would compress his budding assets. From there, she began grabbing tank tops, and camisoles. They were more obviously made for women, but she knew that Allen would not be able to wear a t-shirt under everything, he needed things more easily hidden. Along these lines, she eventually started grabbing a few sports bras. While watching her pick them out, Allen was nervous and excited?so excited that he began to notice the excitement was starting to have a physical effect. After accumulating twelve or so items, Lauren began meandering toward the changing rooms. Allen began worrying. Allen had hoped that they would simply buy the clothes and try them on at home, but apparently Lauren had other ideas. The anxiety was killing him. What if there was an attendant? What if they started asking questions? He could see it now, him being led out of the department store by a security guard, his face red and his panties clinging to his aroused vulva. "Are you sure we should be going into the changing rooms? Why can't we just buy the clothes and take them home?" Allen pleaded. "We need to know what fits you best, and what does the best job of hiding your nipples. If we don't have you try them on now, we'll just have to make another trip later." Luckily, the changing rooms were empty. Allen wondered why the rooms would be so empty before realizing that it was midday on a Monday?probably not the most popular time for people to go shopping for women's wear. Lauren directed him into one of the little stalls and began sorting through the clothing. "Well, get undressed," Lauren directed Allen. "Ok?" Allen began removing his shirt, exposing his nipples to the cold air of the department store causing them to harden into points. Lauren glanced at Allen as he subconsciously crossed his arms across his chest before turning around. The overtly feminine gesture of hiding his nipples made Lauren smile. As much stress as the changes Allen was going through were causing, she did get some amount of amusement out of his actions?not to mention a bit of excitement. Had she not been so exhausted by the morning's activities, she would have demanded that he continue undressing so she could take him up against the wall of the changing room. As it was, she stopped him as he began to unbutton his pants. "That's not necessary." "Oh? Ya?" Allen said, a hint of disappointment in his voice, looking over his shoulder at Lauren. As tired as he was, his vulva ached for attention. "Try this one on," Lauren suggested, breaking Allen out of his fantasy and handing him a plain white t-shirt. Allen slipped the shirt on over his head, and felt the soft material rub across his nipples, making them stiff again. The shirt was definitely a bit tight, he thought. However, it didn't compress his chest much at all. Allen realized that women's shirts were cut to accommodate breasts, not hide them. The image he saw in the mirror was comical. There he was, a man wearing an overly tight women's t-shirt, the neck stretched oddly and exposing his clavicle on one side. Additionally, the short sleeves were tight over his shoulders, ending much sooner than they should have, even accounting for the shorter sleeve length of women's shirts. He had never seriously cross-dressed before, and he wondered if this feeling of awkwardness, this feeling of ugliness, was what manlier cross dressers felt when trying on women's clothes. "Well, that's not going to work," Lauren broke Allen out of his strange mix of disappointment and curiosity. "Ya, I look ridiculous and you can actually see my nipples through the fabric, let alone it does nothing to compress them." Allen was right. When she looked, Lauren could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. Lauren caught herself wondering what they'd look like atop full breasts that actually filled out a top like that. "Alright, well, let