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The Clothes make the Woman
Her name was Mrs Griswald. Yeah, like that Christmas movie, only a lot
uglier, over the hill and wrinkled. But you know what they say about these
old recluses. They're probably sitting on a fortune seeing as they don't
get out much. Though her place is old, it's far from run down. It's
actually quite well maintained. Which is what made her a prime target. The
only time she did go out was on tuesdays. At seven sharp. She seems to
doll herself up quite nicely. To the point that I don't recognize her
anymore. But she has that same walk. That prudent careful step that says
?I have history?. You can't fake that. So when she finally left, that's
when I got my cue.
I scale the fence, and climb to the roof via a tree in the back. Those
months of working out are finally paying off. And then I found it.
Creeping slightly open. The window, for ventilation. I slowly step in.
Everything looked in order, as it should. The bed, all made up, resting on
a boxspring, and a wooden antique bedrest to top it off. A bunch of old
outdated ceramic statues of what looked to be a long time canceled second
rate cartoon series. It didn't take long before I hit paydirt. It was
sitting right beside the mirror. I couldn't believe the sheer carelessness
of leaving it out in open! There it was. A highly decorated jewelery box,
that would put any rich man's wife to shame. Our eyes are trained to bring
out what we care the most about. That's why I put little attention to what
looked to be a bible on top of a pewter. A few seconds later, I'm already
on the box, and it was just as I thought. Bulging with golden rings,
detailed diamond necklaces, sapphires, rubies and other likely precious
stones that just shined in the light of the moon, and even more when I
turn the light on!
Part of me said grab the stash and run! The other part, awakened by th
smell of vintage in the house, and the touch of these rocks said ?wait?! I
looked around the room, and as luck would have it, a pile of clothes is
sitting in the corner by the bed. All neatly folded, ready to pick up for
an easy wash. I was staring at a cream colored blouse with lacy detail on
the upper front. The buttons looked delightfully delicate. But most of
all, the fabric rubbed the skin, momentarily washing away my boyhood, and
reminding me of the girl that was awakening in me. The underwear did the
same upon fingering them. Grandma panties, but still overtly feminine. As
was the matching bra that accompanied them. If I had to put a decade to
them, I would have to say they were from the seventies. The crowning piece
were the tight black pants, that I could just imagine raising old lady
Griswald's ass to higher proportions, defying gravity, in the hopes of
seducing the opposite sex. Well, it was working. My clothes were already
half off upon discovering the panties. Only time will tell how I look with
her clothes and her jewelery on.
The mirror reflected what I thought would be a mature woman. Instead, I
was looking at a teen in drag. Oh, but the touch of nylon on my skin made
my soul quiver. For a few moments, I felt as if these clothes belonged to
me, and could do a much better job at appreciating her garments than old
lady Griswald ever would.
?What are you doing?? A voice said, interrupting my reverie.
I turned around and was greeted with the face of a twentysomething woman.
No words could possibly justify my being dressed up in this way. My secret
was now out. And my body was now deciding if I was going to fight, flight
or freeze.
?Answer me!? she said belligerently.
* I...I...I was just...
* Trying on my clothes! You little fool!
Her eyes squinted.
* You have no idea what you've just unleashed!
Reason started coming back to me.
?Hey. If you want your clothes back, I'll take them off and give them back
to you.? A part of me uttered, hoping to repair, through bargaining,
whatever transgression I had committed.
* It's too late for that!
And that's when it started.
The clothes on my back felt less and less snug. Even though I was almost
twice the size of Mrs Griswald, they felt as if they were perfectly
tailored for me.
?What is this?? I uttered.
?Only the beginning!? She smiled, sitting on the bed, staring at me.
A feeling of sickness invaded me. Then, all at once, a feeling of
familiarity. These clothes felt right. So right, that curves started
appearing first at my waist, which was naturally inverting itself. I put
my hands to both sides, and could almost have my fingers touching. Next, I
brought my hands to my face. Something didn't quite feel right. Was I ever
spot on. My hands seemed to have aged a good thirty years if not more. But
more disturbing were the colored nails that painfully stretched out. I
then realized that these were my own. I peeked at old lady Griswald, who
just kept on smiling, signaling with her chin to look at my chest.
I wish I hadn't.
It filled up the undergarment that hid beneath the blouse. Stretching, and
filling it for its sole purpose: To hold bountiful breasts. I couldn't
help but instinctively grab at them. They were mine, and yet foreign to my
birth body. My mind was desperately trying to compose with the new signals
being sent to me.
Next, was the sudden heat on my backside that caught my attention. The
sensation hit me all over my lower body. I knew I felt different, but I
later learned that had a mirror been in front of me, I would have caught
my ass growing out, and stretching these nylon pants. Feminine attire was
much more about hugging curves then it was about actually hiding anything.
Of course, my hips had a hand in that process, by stretching out
themselves. For the first time, my body didn't feel like my own. I could
only fear what would happen next. I didn't see it. In fact, all I could do
was feel it getting closer as it shrank from in between my legs and
receded far into me. The panties only complied with this new form,
becoming smooth in the front, and outstretched just enough in the back to
hug my ass, which felt smoother, without the body hair. I instinctively
grabbed in between my crotch, hoping desperately that my senses were
deceiving me. Then, the sensation of movement hit me in the face, first in
the eyes, then the nose and the lips, as if someone was moving magnets on
a fridge, and then playing with clay. My glimpse caught lady Griswald
shuffling her hands in front of her. Seemingly seeing her move like she
was conducting a symphony. Fright got the best of me, and I could do no
other than let out a scream. She then stopped, only to shake a finger,
reprimanding me. What was she doing, I thought.
She made a slicing motion with her hand. I had enough consciousness to
inquire to her about what was going on. But this was not my voice.
Instead, I spoke like a middle-aged woman...like her! All the pieces were
coming together. The bitch was making me into her clone. I lunged at her,
almost losing my balance, while she laughed at me, enjoying my
predicament. Before I could say anything, in one final swoop, grey hair
exploded from my scalp, running down my shoulders, and parts of my face
filled up, only to fall, giving me a turkey neck, crow's feet, and sagging
skin beneath my eyes. Then, everything went out of focus. I barely saw
Griswald get up, go to her drawer, and come back to hand me something. It
was a pair of her old lady glasses, no doubt a few decades old. I had no
choice but to put them on. Everything was now crystal clear.
Whatever was happening to me, had suddenly stopped. The mirror was at the
other side of the room. I feared to look at what I had become. New
sensations were coming to me, but it was my bouncing chest that caught
most of my attention. Nevertheless, I went and looked, just to be sure. My
worst fears were confirmed. I was in fact staring at a middle-aged woman
that was identical to Mrs Griswald.
?I told you so!? a voice came from behind.
I quickly turned around, only to see her picking up my clothes. ?What are
you doing? What have you done to me??
?Simple. The clothes make the woman. And you tried them on.?
?What do you mean??
?It's an old trick of ours to empower our clothes with our identity. The
more I wear them, the more they get charged with my energy. Over time, all
I need to do is slip them on, to counter a glamor spell. But the clothes
took you for me.?
?Aren't you going to change me back? I've learned my lesson, really!? I
had never spoken truer words then these.
?I'm afraid it's not that simple. This type of spell needs to run its
course before it can be altered. Simply put, it's going to need to change
you from the inside out before I can do anything.?
?But you can't leave me like this! Look at me!?
The image of wrinkled middle-aged woman, with a bulging stomach, sagging
breasts, and an ass that was too big for its own good was all that the
mirror dared show. I then turned my head again towards her, only to see
her putting my own clothes on.
?Hey! Those are mine!? I uttered.
?If I can't return to being me right now, I may as well bee you. People
won't take well to your sudden disappearance.?
?You can't just live my life! I won't let you!?
Anger erupted in my new being. Regardless of whichever body I had, I
wasn't going to let Griswald just walk away with what little I had. I
stepped towards her, both angry and embarrassed at seeing my bazooms
bounce about as they did.
?Heh heh. And what do you suppose you'll do about it? Have you forgotten
that I'm still a witch??
As I saw the last of my clothes being fitted onto her, I realized that she
was right. If I messed her up, she could disappear, and forever leave me
like this.
The next question I asked pretty much showed her my reasoning.
?How long do I have to stay like this??
She put a finger to her mouth, and replied: ?Three days.?
I was unprepared for what I then saw. In what seemed like a single fluid
movement, Mrs Griswald grew to fill in my clothes, gaining my height,
muscle mass, hair and eye color. It was like watching the birth of myself
through someone else. And in many regards, that was more than accurate.
?Count yourself lucky that there was enough of you in these clothes,
otherwise your form would have been lost forever,? she said in a voice
very much resembling my own.
She continued, ?I haven't been a man in decades. This should be
interesting.?
With a swoop of a her hand, the window suddenly opened, and she crawled
outside, down the tree, back home to live my life. I was stuck here. In a
body that wasn't mine, not knowing what else to do.
Did this all really happen? Was I really turned into a woman? All I needed
to do was look down, to have my question glaringly answered.
Three days, she said. Maybe she's expecting me to sit here like a chump,
and wait. Instead, I looked around, trying to do the Macgyver thing,
trying to find anything that could help me regain my form. I promised
myself that I'd search this house upside down, tearing it apart, just to
see if I can't find something to one up this bitch. Then, my eyes went
back to it.
?That book...in a witch's house...on a pewter! It's got to be what I think
it is!? A smile came to my face.
It was opened on a single page. Maybe I could find a cancellation spell.
I went to grab it, but it only closed up, and flew from the pewter, up in
the air, and into the far corner, much like a butterfly.
A sudden voice broke out in my head: ?Feel free to make yourself at home!
After all, it's all yours for now. Recognize that you're far from
forgiven, young man. You can rest assured that there will be consequences
more fitting for you! But before I leave, I have a gift for you. Here's
something that you need to experience.?
Heat overcame my entire being as a flash suddenly hit me. I fell on my
knees, and then on my back, as I got wet. I instinctively grabbed for my
breasts, playing with my nipples, while the earth shattering contractions
hit me one after the other in between my legs, osing myself in what was to
be my first full female orgasm.
To Be Continued.
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