Athena Corp Chronicles Chapter 3 Downsizing
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He stood in front of the mirror in his mother's bathroom. She was out for
the night. The neighbors watching the house, worried he might have a
party. They couldn't be more wrong. You would think that at sixteen He
would want to sneak girls into the house and drink and do things like
that. But he didn't. He wanted to crossdress.
He was wearing his mom's silk bathrobe, covering up her bra and panties
he had on. His "boobs" lopsided from the socks stuffed in there. He knew
some part of his brain was fucked up and loved looking like this and
being turned on by it. The other part of his brain hated it and wanted
nothing more than to be "normal." He stared at himself in the mirror and
said, "I wish I was normal."
Like a balloon inflating inside of him, a strange feeling began to rise.
It was a feeling he had felt hundreds if not thousands of times before,
he just couldn't understand why he was feeling it now. The feeling was
jealousy. But what did he have to be jealous of? Glancing around the room
he saw all of the feminine things his mom had. The body washes, shampoos
and conditioners inside the shower. The lotions, scented candles, bubble
bath mix sitting on the edge of the tub. Her counter was littered with
make-up and hair supplies. As he was looking around the room the
jealously spiked. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at himself in the
mirror. He was not a woman and he had never so desperately wanted
something so bad in his life.
This of course frightened him. But that fear subsided quickly when he
thought of his mother. A woman. Why couldn't he be that? Why couldn't he
use these things? An idea popped into his head. Maybe he could use these
things. This would surely cause the jealously to lessen. So he quickly
stripped out of the white lingerie and pastel robe and drew himself a
bath. In just moments he had candles lit, the lights turned out and the
hot bath water almost filling the tub. He grabbed a deep purple bottle
and poured its contents into the bath.
Now if his mind had not been so clouded by the jealously he was trying to
fight, then he would have noticed that the bottle he had just poured in
had not been there just moments ago. His pinky toe touched the purple
tinted water and a feeling of bliss entered him. He was about to submerge
his leg in when he noticed just how hairy it was. But it was always like
that, he thought. This had never bothered him before but now his leg
looked gross and wild. There was a small cabinet on the other side of the
bathroom that he opened. On one of the shelves was a new pink razor and a
can of women's shaving cream. For a fleeting moment he wished it wasn't
so girly but soon it didn't matter, he just needed the hair gone. He
grabbed the shaving supplies and big fluffy pink towel and returned to
the bath, leaving the cabinet open.
The water felt so good to him like a warm liquid blanket. The smell of
the feminine shaving cream filled the air as he removed all of the hated
hair. A voice in the back of his mind protested, Look at what you are
doing, but he couldn't stop. Soon all of the leg hair was gone, and he
couldn't resist, the hair under his arms as well. He ran his fingers over
the new smooth skin and thought about how right this felt. He submerged
himself in the water, letting all of his get wet. He did not notice that
the hair on his chest, and on his face, simply fell off, and his arm hair
lightened and thinned. A tingling sensation touched all of his body,
making his skin feel strange. He came out from under the water as hair
fell into his eyes. Something is wrong, said the voice in his head. He
knew it was right for just moments ago he had short, light brown almost
blonde hair, and now his hair had grown several inches and darkened
several shades to a very dark brown. He needed to get out of the bath
now. The problem was it felt so good. He trembled as he looked at his
arm. It was thinner and he could have sworn his fingers seemed longer. He
touched his skin and gasped slightly. The sensation was so much stronger
than before he entered the bath as if his body was ten times for
sensitive than it had been. On top of that his skin was soft and smooth
to the touch.
Then as clear as day as woman's voice spoke softly, as if she was
whispering into his ear. "The changes are permanent." His heart beat
fast, threatening to fly out of his chest. Get out! His inner voice
screamed. The bath was still so inviting. The warmth of the water, the
smell of the liquid, he just wanted to soak for a few minutes longer.
Looking around he spotted the black bra sitting on the floor. It was
white before. He didn't even realize the socks had vanished. He looked
down at his own flat chest and felt like something was wrong. No! Don't
you see what is happening?! His inner voice was right. Something was
happening. But his chest felt so wrong. What if he had breasts? He
thought. Somehow that felt right. He looked at his chest and found
himself kind of wanting breasts. A surge of energy filled him. You are
man. Men don't have breasts. But what if he did? Soft breasts hanging
from his chest? It didn't seem so bad. Women have them and do just fine
with them. You are not a woman! The voice made him snap back for a
moment. He was not a woman! But god, did he want breasts. The energy shot
up into his chest. He imagined what they would feel like. The weight of
his breasts. Do you really want to wear a bra? He glanced at the bra. Did
he? Of course. There were so many different types. Girls wore them. He
would wear them. It just meant that he had breasts. Breasts that he
wanted so bad. Please. He imagined them in dresses, in tops, showing off
his cleavage proudly. Don't. The energy was pushing behind his nipples.
They were throbbing feeling as if they would explode at any moment. He
didn't want breasts anymore. He needed them.
There was a loud crack and he groaned as his shoulders narrowed. He
shuddered as the energy behind his nipples gave way. It felt like
something was poking through them. He looked down and saw they had now
doubled in size, looking like almost half dollar coins and the nipples
themselves like pencil erasers. What have you done? He ignored the voice
and focused on his chest. He grunted as a pushing feeling entered his
chest. His breathing became ragged as his chest began to expand. The
nipples pushing further away from his chest. Tears filled his eyes as
realized he was growing breasts. The skin stretched as his chest pushed
outward. Tiny little tingles shot through them as new nerves formed. You
are growing boobs! Stop stop! His inner voiced pleaded. Suddenly reality
hit him.
What was he doing? He was man. He looked down at his chest, it had
expanded slightly. Small cone shaped breasts sat there. It just looked
like he had lost a lot of weight and his chest was still swollen. We can
fix this. Cut your hair, you'll look a bit different but we can fix this.
He knew the voice was right. It was not too late. Using every once of
strength he possessed he pushed himself up. He stood in the water for a
moment, feeling sad that he was almost out. As he reached for the towel
his eyes stopped on a magazine sitting next to the toilet. It was a
catalogue for women's clothing. Even worse it was the swimsuit edition.
No! His eyes transfixed on the model's breasts. Looking amazing in the
bikini top. His large nipples began to throb slightly. Get out now! He
couldn't help but wonder what he would look like in that bikini top. The
throbbing grew stronger. The bath seemed to be calling him back. Please,
I don't want it! He tried to ignore the inner voice but he knew it was
right. Yet, he couldn't take his eyes off the model. He did want her
cleavage. To wear her bikini. The throbbing was strong, his chest felt
like it was on fire. They will be with you forever. The throbbing almost
hurt now.
In one fluid motion he sat back down in the tub. "I need them!" he
thought. His inner voice screamed in protest. The pushing sensation
returned. He forced his eyes shut, there was no way he could watch. He
let out a moan as he felt his chest come to life. It was as though
something sleeping had woken up. With each throb he felt his chest expand
and grow heavier. It was taking advantage of the moment. His breasts
pushing outward proudly from the male body that had denied them the
opportunity to be free. Then slowly it all stopped. His head twitched as
his hair grew four inches more, falling right about his shoulders. He
flickered his eyes open and gasped.
Two soft breasts protruded majestically from his chest. They moved up and
down with each breath he took. He could feel their weight and
sensitivity. Somehow he knew they were C cups. He gently cupped them and
took a quick breath in as he was able to feel them. He had breasts. His
inner voice tried so hard to scream but even it was amazed at the new
developments. He thought of what his meant now. He would have to wear a
bra. He had cleavage. He could make milk. The energy returned. No, no
more. If he could make milk now, that meant he could nurse a baby. How in
the world could he carry a baby with these small man hips? He leaned
forward as he felt his sides pull in as his waist narrowed. He needed
curves. It was only natural.
The energy gathered in his hips and before he knew it his hips began to
throb. He quickly silenced his inner voice and concentrated only on the
hips. Quickly they pushed outward. His legs moving inward. It was over as
quickly as it began. It felt right. Next he concentrated on his butt.
Just as quickly he felt it expand and become fuller. A smile spread
across his face. He couldn't wait to try on some jeans to see how his new
butt looked in them. Suddenly his His vision blurred, and his face
tingled. He felt something in his throat tighten. His jaw cracked, his
cheekbones moved, and his lips felt swell. The smell of the room became
intense. His vision returned. He did not need to touch his face to know
what had happened. He gasped as his hair grew again. Falling just short
of his breasts. The gasp he let out was purely feminine as his voice had
jumped three octaves higher. He wanted this to be over. There was only
one thing left. He looked down at his still very male crotch.
No please! Anything but that! He stared at his male genitals. Leave it
alone! Just be a shemale! It's better than the alternative! the inner
voice pleaded. As he stared at his penis he couldn't help but feel that
the voice might be right again. Look at all he had done to his body. For
the rest of his life he would have these breasts, these hips, this face.
He swallowed, feeling doubt creeping into his head. Keep your penis. This
is all of the male you that remains. You can still easily pass as a woman
without ever having to be one, the voice stated growing stronger and
louder. He could just be a shemale. At least he could keep his penis. Now
get out. The voice commanded. He felt his senses returning and the
strangeness of the situation becoming clearer. He turned around in the
still warm and wonderful liquid and found that the magazine had moved
closer to the tub. His eyes darted to the model's crotch. It was so flat
and so female. As a shemale there was no way he could wear something like
that. You don't want this. He could feel his own penis pressing up
against the edge of the bath. It felt wrong. No! You're going to be
castrated! The energy shot to his groin. It started to feel very hot.
His eyes darted to the opened closet. A pack of women's pads sat on the
ground. Do you see what will happen? He stared at them. His mind racing.
Do you really want to deal with PMS and bleeding every month? He wondered
what it must feel like. Please, you don't want this. To be at the mercy
of nature once a month. This also meant he could have a child. Please.
The voice grew weaker. A small throbbing entered his penis. He turned
back around and embraced the liquid. He knew what he wanted now. He felt
incomplete like this. He needed a flat crotch. It felt right. He didn't
want everything that came with it but it was part of what he needed. The
throbbing was almost painful at this point. Invasive sex. It was too
late. He began the final part of his transformation.
His penis twitched as it came for the last time. There was no orgasm this
time. His balls began to tingle and then hurt. He shifted uncomfortably
as something was happening to them. He looked down but the purple water
was too cloudy for him to see through. A pain shot into each testicle as
they enlarged slightly. It felt as if inside of them his sperm was
rolling together into little balls. He suddenly realized what was
happening. His sperm was becoming eggs. He gritted his teeth as his balls
pushed against his skin. They kept pushing harder and harder. There was
no where for them to go, he thought. It felt like his skin was going to
rip open. He let out a womanly scream as they broke the barrier. His
testicles, now ovaries, shot up inside of him. The voice in his head was
gone but suddenly he wished it was back. The ovaries felt like they were
ripping up his insides. He wished he had just listened to the voice. He
started breathing heavy as his insides ripped in two. His abdomen
swishing around as some alien object made itself at home in him. Then it
all stopped. Thankful he sat up.
He then noticed how sensitive his penis felt. There was a jolt. He
gasped. It felt ten times as sensitive and closer to his crotch. It was
not over. Another jolt. Now a hundred times more sensitive. A warm glow
radiating from the spot. Another jolt. Two hundred times as sensitive. He
could feel his penis pressing right against his crotch. His body shaking
from the pleasure in this little spot. His small penis pushed against
this crotch and burrowed itself into his skin. He knew what was next. He
grabbed the edge of the tub in preparation. Looking over his shoulder at
the model he knew what he wanted. AHHHH! He let out a horrible high
pitched scream. His flesh ripped open right where his penis had dug in.
He gripped tighter, biting his lip, as the ripping continued down from
the spot. He felt like he was being split in two. It tore down the center
of his groin. The pain was so intense he was sure he would pass out at
any moment. When it just about reached his butt crack the ripping
suddenly stopped. He took a deep breath. A moan escaped his lips as
another terrible sensation began. Right where his flesh was now open
there was an overly intense pushing feeling as if something was digging
into his insides. His legs spread involuntarily to help the fleshy
intruder do the final work. Tears leaked from his eyes and moans of pain
poured from his mouth. It kept digging further and further inside.
Pushing deep into him. His legs spread wider. He could feel the passage
reaching the new organ in his abdomen. He wanted this to be over. His
legs spread as far as they could go. It pushed harder, ripping his
insides to shreds. He shut his eyes tight and let out a final scream. The
passage that bore inside him contacted the new organ. They connected
immediately, pulling into each other, becoming one, and all of the pain
stopped instantly.
She breathed heavily her eyes still forced shut. Very slowly she opened
them. Her eyes wandered down and she covered her mouth to stop a scream.
The water was clear and she could see her whole body. There was nothing
between her legs. Her body had changed. Slowly and carefully she got out
of the tub. She grabbed the towel and dried herself off. She picked up
the now pink floral robe and pulled it on. There was no magazine on the
floor anywhere. She walked to the mirror and saw a beautiful young woman
standing in it. Her hair was dark and long, her face perfect, her
cleavage showing a little at the top of the robe, her breasts perky, her
hips wide and her legs smooth. She reached down and grabbed the now white
polka dotted black panties and the black bra. Quietly she opened the door
to her mom's bathroom and walked out.
When she entered her bedroom she found a woman sitting on her bed. She
was wearing a long white dress, her brown hair cascading to the small of
her back, her olive skin almost glowing.
"Hello," spoke the woman. "I am Venus. A goddess. You have passed the
test. Welcome my daughter." She just stared at the goddess unsure of what
to say. "You have two options now. Go ahead and lay in bed, by morning
you will remember nothing of your life as male." She gestured to the bed.
"Or return to the bathroom and watch the world around you change." Venus
smiled, it made her feel warm inside. This woman was not lying. Then
suddenly Venus was gone.
She removed her bathrobe and stood naked in her former male self's
bedroom. The walls painted dark blue and few posters of women in bikinis
on the wall. She looked at the girl in the picture then down at her own
body. Somehow she felt right. She opened the closet and pulled out a pair
of too big plaid boxers and a light green t-shirt. She pulled both on and
hopped into bed. As her head hit the pillow she realized she had not been
this tired in a long time. She yawned and blinked her eyes. The walls
were now light blue and the posters changed to shirtless men. She blinked
again. Her closet was full of dresses, blouses, and other women's
clothes. She blinked a third time and shifted in bed. Her plaid panties
snuggly around her vagina and bottom, she watched as her breasts slowly
rose and fell in the light green tank top as she breathed. Her eyes
closed. She was really a woman, she thought. Her mind was filled with
images of her first period, bra shopping with her mom, boys she liked,
times she played princess, and what she might wear to school next week.
She would wake up in the morning having had the most peculiar dream about
getting a bath.
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