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A Tight Fit
By: Willgottengains
Tick
Tick
Tick
The day was slow enough as it is, without the ticking of the clock. Henry
couldn't believe just how long that day actually was.
Tick
Tick
Tick
All he could think about was freedom. When the time came, he would jump
in the air, "Freedom!" he would scream, likely scaring his coworkers. At
points like this, with an hour left, he didn't much care. He found that
the more he fixated on the slowness of time, the more he found his mind
wandering. Not that that is a bad thing, but he always thought of the
weirdest stuff. Which is funny, for years he has told countless people
that he is a piggybacker when it comes to ideas. He wasn't the one who
would come up with the cool idea, he would take an existing idea and
refine it and make it work. But that was a lie, he had tons of ideas of
his own. The only problem being that they were quite a bit weird for
polite company. He just didn't think standard things if you had to
qualify it.
Henry could see that over the agonizing past few minutes, only six of
them had passed. He needed to let his mind go, cooping it up would drive
him crazy before he could leave in fifty six minutes. What could he think
of? He sat in a desk at work where there weren't other desks in the front
or sides of him, so there wasn't anyone to talk to, or think about. He
focused on the wall in front of him. The patterns of the grey marble
would make the most interesting Pac-Man map, or maybe it was actually a
dinosaur hidden in plain sight. As he left his mind drift he was
interrupted when his vision was obscured by blue, he refocused and looked
up to see Beth.
Beth had joined the company a few months back and she was one of the most
beautiful girls Henry had ever seen. Taller, thin, Supermodel face, pale
skin, bleach blonde hair. It was a wonder a girl like that would be found
in the middle of North Dakota. Henry had tried to talk to her a few
times, but it never led to anything. He wasn't really her type, and she
really didn't find any interest in the things he enjoyed. Henry had just
resigned to the fact that she was out of his league, he would never get a
girl like her. Now here he was, with her right in front of his face. She
wasn't looking at him, she was talking to a different coworker a few
desks away, but the fact remained, she was in front of him, looking
beautiful as always.
He had been drawn to the blue of her jeans, they were a brilliant blue,
much brighter than a normal pair, and they were so tight to her you could
swear they were actually Yoga pants. He didn't dwell too long on the
image as he didn't want to get caught looking at a coworker at work, but
she was quite hard to keep his eyes off of. He raised his eyes up to see
her and on the way saw her frilly top, lace, pretty but business like.
His mind drifted, "I wonder what that would feel like on my skin." That
thought stopped him in the tracks. Where had that come from. Maybe, just
maybe, it would be different. He knew she wore things like that because
they looked good, but he also knew that Beth wasn't one to keep herself
uncomfortable at the expense of others. "I bet tight Pants also feel
great." The brief image of himself wearing Beth's clothes crossed his
mind. They didn't fit well, being that she was six inches taller than
him, but it was quite a sight to see. Henry imagined Beth's shoulder
length blonde hair on his head, but with his face, it didn't fit well.
At this point Henry wasn't exactly staring at Beth, more like he was
looking through her, as he day dreamed of wearing her clothes. Beth had
noticed his idle staring, and moved a hand in front of his face.
"Henry?"
"mmmmmmhmhmhmhm"
"Henry are you OK?" Suddenly his world returned. Snapping back into color
and sight. Beth stood in front of him with a peculiar face.
"Uh, Yeah. I'm fine."
"That's good, so do you want to get lunch today?" She asked as she
normally did on Tuesdays when Henry would go get food for his coworkers
during his lunch.
"Sorry Beth, I can't today. They are sending me home early since it's so
slow."
"Oh Ok, well maybe next time." And with that she walked away from Henry's
desk, and Henry couldn't help but look. Perfectly taut legs, and she
moved with the utmost grace. He turned away and felt ashamed, but there
was nothing he could do, he had looked. The rest of the day his mind was
more on track, it had a idea now. It was a weird idea, but an idea none
the less. Henry ran through the full gambit of things he had seen Beth
wearing in his head. Over and over, all the outfits she had worn in the
last few weeks. He hated to admit it, but he found himself getting
aroused at the idea. In no time at all though, it was time to leave. He
gathered his things and left his desk for his quick walk home.
He loved his job, sometimes it boring, but never unenjoyable. One of the
best aspects was that his company's offices were only three blocks away
from his house, and right past the market. It made it convenient to shop
the small towns various independent stores located on his trip home.
Henry would visit many of the shops on a daily basis and had quite a
reputation in a few of them, even being greeted by name. As with most
small towns, the stores changed quite often as bigger retailers moved to
cities nearby. Today Henry decided he wasn't going to stop at any of the
stores as he just wanted to get home and relax.
As the walked the few blocks, he noticed that a new shop had opened where
his favorite antique shop had been but a week ago. This new shop
'Michael's Miracles' had a similar feel to an antique shop, and looked to
be fully stocked already. Although Henry really did want to use his free
time to get home and rest, he felt himself drawn inside. His curiosity
needed to be sated and exploring this new store was the only thing that
would do it. The familiar sound of a bell ringing queued Henry that even
though different people ran this shop, it was still set up the way the
older owners had run it. There was an older man behind the counter, he
almost seemed to be asleep and didn't even wake at the sign of the bell.
"All the better," Henry thought. He preferred to shop in peace.
The aisles of the store will filled with odds and ends, nothing too
special, but mostly things that were much weirder than you would find in
the middle of nowhere. For every cat sculpture there was an animal in a
jar, for each cherub angel there was a grouping of skeleton keys that
look like they were made of bone. There were signs every few feets
saying, "If you aren't going to buy, don't touch!" It was weird, but
Henry assumed that the old man really cared for these old trinkets. The
next object he looked at caught his eye. It was a ring. It was dark grey,
octagonal with a circle in the middle of the ring. It was an interesting
design. There was no price listed, but when compared to the rest of the
objects in the store, he couldn't be charging any more than a few
dollars. Henry reached out his hand, hesitated, but then assuredly picked
up the ring. He was going to buy it. As soon as his fingers touched the
ring, the old mans eyes snapped open.
"Ah, young man. What a fine choice you have made today. Bring it up to
the counter and we will get you all taken care of."
"Interesting," thought Henry. He almost seemed giddy to get rid of the
object.
"How much is the ring?" he asked as he placed the ring on the counter in
front of the old man.
"That's the thing, free young man."
"Free?"
"Yes free. You see, my wife loved to travel the world, and go on
'Adventures'. I didn't care for traveling myself, but my wife obsessed.
She wanted to show the things she had found around the world to the
people of america. While she traveled the world, I built a successful
insurance business. When my wife passes away, I followed her last wish to
give away these objects to the people who might find them. So I retired
from insurance, took the money and opened this shop. Everyone get one
thing, for free, in the memory of my wife."
"Wow, what a great story. I'll have to tell my friends about this play."
"Please do, I think you will really enjoy that ring. My wife got that
from an African mystic after she saved the village from a crocodile."
"Thank you sir." Henry was ecstatic.
This ring was seriously cool, and to find a cool place like this in the
middle of no where Dakota made him very excited. Henry pocketed the ring
and quickly left the store and briskly walked home. The walk was a blur
as he focused on getting home. The suddenly found himself getting tired
and it was most likely caused by the excitement and rushing home. He go
to his apartment and quickly got inside and threw down his jacket and bag
in the entrance as he walked to the living room looking for relax for his
'Weekend'. It wasn't the actual weekend, but he had off on Wednesday and
Thursday. Two days of nothing but relaxing. TV, Movies, and videos game.
What else could you ask for?
Henry threw out all the stuff in his pockets. His phone, his wallet, any
loose change. Once it was all loosed, he flopped into his recliner, only
to be poked by the a corner of the octagonal ring in his pocket. He
pulled the ring from his pocket, "You are preventing me relaxing, but I
think we can fix that." Henry put the ring on, and it fit him perfectly.
He thought he was going to have the ring size for him, but this worked
out well. He relaxed in his seat only to find out that getting out of
work early had let him down, it was still very early in the afternoon,
and the soap operas where still on. He flipped channel through channel
but it was all soap operas and infomercials.
Henry relaxed into his seat. "Maybe I should just nap then." He sunk
lower into his chair, ready to nap the rest of the day away. As he lost
focus on the tv and more on being comfortable, he remembered what he was
thinking of earlier in the day. Beth. The image of her ill fitting
clothes on his body was still there in his memory. He laughed to himself
as he thought of the silly image, but while he was laughing, he felt
uncomfortable. Like his clothes were too tight. He shifted, and turned
but it didn't help. He opened his eyes, only to be shocked at what he
saw. Beth's clothes, the ones she was wearing today, like he imagined,
there on his body. The tight bright blue jeans, the frilly white blouse
top, the red belt, and arm bangles. It was all there, sized wrong and
everything. The fabric felt weird on his skin, the blouse was very soft,
but tight in the waist and arms. The pants were way to soft to be jeans,
and where tight on the inside of his thighs, and knees, and waist. The
belt had a huge buckle that dug into Henry's gut, and the arm bangles
where small enough there was no way he could get them off.
Had he been drugged, and someone changed his clothes. "No," He thought.
There was no way they would have known that is what he was thinking of.
He hadn't even fallen asleep, not even a minute had passed. He looked
around and couldn't find his own clothes. Like that had disappeared or
changed into these now ill fitting clothes. Now standing in the Ill
fitting clothes had Henry think. "There is no way he could wearing these
clothes. Maybe this was all a dream." he quickly braced himself and
whacked his face with an open palm as hard as he could.
"Ow!" Now he knew this wasn't a dream. If it wasn't a dream, he had no
idea what could have done this. He thought, "They don't have clothes that
can changed into other clothes. This isn't some new technology, this must
be........something old!" He quickly pulled his hand up and looked at the
ring. It sat on his hand, just like it did when he put it on, but it was
different. The two outer octagonal shapes were still there, but the area
in between the shapes wasn't a circle as before, now it was a square.
Henry couldn't believe it, his clothes had changed. Unless this was the
act of some cruel god, it had to be the ring. He knew it had to be. It
was the only thing new in his life, the only part that had changed. But
how did it happen, and how did it work. he was sitting in his chair,
relaxing, and thinking of Beth....
That was it, he was thinking of Beth's clothes on his body. Quickly he
thought of his own clothes on his body.
...
Nothing happened. He was panicking, "how could this happen." He said as
he sank back into his chair. He tried to take off the pants as they were
the most uncomfortable, but it seemed like they were stuck. He loosened
the belt fully, and then tugged on the pants again, but they didn't come
off. With a large sigh, Henry resigned he was stuck. He sunk back into
his chair trying to figure out what he was going to do. "I bet Beth has
no trouble getting out of these pants." And the image of Beth slipping
the pants off easily crossed his mind, he thought of her shapely long
legs, thin and enticing. "She could easily take off the pants, and I bet
they weren't uncomfortable for her either." As he thought of this he
began to move his hands up and down the pants, feeling the fabric in his
hands, thinking of Beth undressing. As he reached he noticed it took a
while for him to reach his knees, almost like they were farther away from
the rest of his body. He opened his eyes and found that his legs where
different. They fit the pants perfectly, Long, thin but shapely.
"Holy Shit!" Henry found himself saying. "I have Beth's legs..." He quickly
stood up and admired the womanly legs. He didn't want to admit it, but he
was definitely turn on seeing the legs this close, getting to touch them,
feel them. But he didn't feel the pressure that normally accompanies him
getting hard, no, he felt a warmth growing, a need, a wetness. He stopped
to get a better look at the legs. "This is totally surreal." As he
studied the legs. "A mirror!" He quickly shot to his bedroom where he had
a full sized mirror bolted to the wall. He had never thought much about
it, it had come with the apartment, but not he could actually use it.
Once in his room, he closed the door out of habit, and turn to the
mirror. He was stunned, getting to look at the legs this close, and
inspect them was totally different. They were works of art, perfect
supermodel legs. Not too thin, not too thick, long, and shapely.
"I need to get these pant off." Henry thought as he quickly removed the
belt from around his waist. The belt was red, stretchy, shiny, and had
the largest belt buckle in the shape of a red purse. it clattered on the
ground as Henry threw it to the ground. As Henry removed the pants, he
found that he was also wearing her underwear. Black Panties with lace
around the edge. He rolled the pants down and for the first time got to
notice the extra cushion on his rear and the extra wideness in his hips.
His legs were very smooth and soft to the touch with petite little feet
to top it off. Henry moved his hands down his now womanly legs. The touch
on his skin was amazing, electric, and erotic. Again his thoughts were
drawn between his legs. He pondered for a moment, but quickly succumbed
to curiosity and lust. He nearly ripped the panties from his legs, and
discovered a glorious sight. Cleanly shaven, with perfect pink lips
framing the pussy now between his legs. He could feel the moistness, and
brought a hand closer and closer. He touched one of the lips, and a
shiver was sent through his body. It was a completely different feeling
than touching his dick. That was just a shiver, but it sent a feeling
through his body. He felt it in his head and toes. He wanted to explore
more of what the ring could do, but he needed to feel more. He slowly
took two fingers and began to probe his hole. Lifting the lips, then
reaching and feeling to the depth of his fingers.
"Oooooooooooo..." escaped from Henrys mouth. "Did I just moan?" But he
couldn't help it, the feeling of the fingers inside him, filling him,
touching him, probing, reaching, thrusting. In and out. In and out. In
and out. "Ah ah ahhhhh ahhhh." He couldn't contain it any longer, he was
fully invested in getting release. Some part of his brain told him, he
needed it. He started using his other hand, fitting in as many fingers as
he could fit. Deeper and deep. In and out. Fast and faster, then,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Sweet, release. The feeling of satisfaction filled
Henry, to every extremity. He couldn't believe this feeling. It was
totally unlike anything else he had ever felt. It was a complete feeling
that filled his entire body. He wanted more, he needed more, but he
suddenly found a clear mind returning through the afterglow. "What did I
just do? Did I just masturbate with a pussy? My pussy?" These alien
thoughts passed through his mind, "My pussy, My Vagina."
With a grounded realism suddenly returning, Henry began to think about
his situation. None of his clothes would fit. He was a woman from the
hips down, and a man from the hips up. What could have....The Ring. He knew
it was the ring now. He quickly looked at the ring and saw that what had
been a square a few moments ago was now a pentagon. He knew the ring was
connected to the changes. But it didn't work when he had tried earlier.
But it did start working when he was relaxed and aroused. It mustn't be
when someone just thinks of it, they need to visualize it, which is hard
to do when no relaxed. he grabbed a few tissues from his desk and cleaned
up. He then gathered the panties, pants, and belt and put them on. They
fit as snugly as before. He sat down and Visualized himself, as he was
this morning. Normal. Slacks, hoodie, dress shoes, normal belt. He closed
his eyes and tried to clear his mind, and thought only of himself.
Suddenly his shirt wasn't too tight, and wasn't constrained on his body.
He opened his eyes and looked down. He was back to his normal clothes.
And he check his pants quickly to check to make sure his member was back
in his boxers.
"Thank god," Henry said with a sigh, seeing his penis back where it
belonged. "This ring must allow a person to change themselves as long as
they can visualize it. Clothes and everything." He knew he would have to
test this, but he was spent from his encounter. Henry decided to order
some food in, watch a movie, and experiment later.
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