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This is my first venture into creative writing in a while. Constructive
criticism is welcome, just be gentle.
This story is solely intended for free distribution, anyone who attempts
to profit from this story will be dealt with.
Also it's pretty clear where the inspiration from this story comes from.
While not in that universe it is definitely an homage and I have all due
respect to Ms. Adams.
Lastly let me know if you like what you've read Part 2 is complete and
will be edited and posted based on reactions.
The New Camgirl
Chapter One: from six figures too minimum wage
"Can I interest you in a protein supplement? It's an essential to
maintain and build muscle after strength training."
My suggestion is met by a blank stare of the late middle age man wearing
a douche MMA T-shirt and pants at least a size too small. After a very
lengthy explanation I finally make the sale.
"Way to go, BRO! Nice sale Dre."
"Thanks Jeremy, that guy looks like he is going through one hell of a
midlife crisis" I whisper as the man leaves the nutrition section of the
gym. Jeremy was your typical gym lunk too many muscles not enough brains,
but lucky enough to be the owner's nephew.
"Mind doing some front desk duty?" asked Jeremy.
"Oh yeah, no problem." I love taking orders from an idiot who's younger
than me.
As I sat at the front desk checking in a few members and answering some
random questions I reflected on my life a bit. Here I sit 28 years old,
with a master's degree working at a gym part time as I attend college
again so I can eventually get my Pharm.D. Four years ago I would have
never seen this coming, I just received my MBA, and I was already an up
and comer in the corporate department an internet startup. I had my
beautiful wife Dee, a six figure salary, big new house, and two luxury
cars in the garage. I was so confident in the company's future and I
invested almost every extra dime we had in the company.
Then two years ago things went wrong, really wrong. I show up to work and
hear from my boss that we are being sued for patent infringement, but
everyone was really ho hum about it so I didn't think it was anything to
worry about. Just a week later I pull into work and I see a bunch of
black SUVs at the front entrance and the company's founder being lead out
the door in handcuffs. Turns out the founders were cooking the books, the
lawsuit spooked someone in accounting who called the Feds. Within a week
I lost my job, my company car....my life.
At first it wasn't too bad, I figured it wouldn't be too long before I
found another job, but coming from a company with a bad reputation
combined with the crap economy made it tough. Dee became the breadwinner,
which left me with way too much time to myself. I had gotten so depressed
that I barely left the house, stopped shaving, and barely ever got in the
shower, gained weight, and even started having acne breakouts.
Dee didn't know what else to do to get me out of my stupor, so she called
my best friend Tom. Tom was like a brother to me. We met back when we
were 12 and both new to town and became inseparable even though he was
from Texas and I was from Chicago. We took the same classes, went to the
same college even both going into pre-med until we found out I didn't
have the stomach for it. We were always there for each other, when his
parents passed away at 18 my family took him and his little sister
Jessica in. So when Dee told him what shape I was in he flew in from his
residency program to scrape me off my rock bottom. I even remember that
night, he spoke in Texan quips, a lot like his father would do to us when
we got into trouble. He encouraged me to re-enroll in school, become a
research pharmacist maybe with Pizer who was moving to town in a couple
years. It wasn't long after I was back in school and got this job at the
gym.
"Dre... Hello... Dude you there?"
"Oh yeah Jeremy sorry was just lost in thought," I replied.
"You realize your shift ended 15 minutes ago right? Don't expect any
overtime," he responded.
"Crap, let me get my workout in real quick."
That was the one benefit of working at a gym. I was arguably in the best
shape of my life; my 6ft frame had shed the extra weight I put on. I
wasn't a muscle bound lunk like Jeremy but rather a toned athlete, almost
had a six pack too. I looked at myself in the gym mirror and assessed
what I saw, not bad really, I still had a full head of dark brown hair
even if it was starting to pull back just a little, and Dee always said I
had nice cheekbones, eyelashes and lips for a guy. My acne even cleared
up exposing my Mediterranean olive skin and brown eyes.
Chapter 2: Home, Sweet Home
As I pulled into the garage of the house I couldn't really afford the
smell of steaks grilling that made my mouth water; must be the neighbors.
Much to my surprise it was Dee grilling on the back porch in her bikini
top and jean shorts. She could still pass for a college girl even though
she was just a couple years younger than me. I was really lucky to have
her; she stuck with me through the toughest times, had a great sense of
humor, sweet, beautiful, and can drive a stick.
"What's the occasion babe?" I asked as I walked onto the patio.
"Well I WILL be gone a month," she responded.
"Ohh don't remind me... soaking in the sun while you still can huh?"
"Well I'll be a ghost by the time I get back," she quipped back.
"I bet you will," I responded sarcastically. "Let me take the grilling
over, you worked all day too." I stepped close placing a hand on the
small of her back. Looking up at me from her 5'7 frame, her blue green
eyes covered by sunglasses, she leans up for a kiss as her perky B cup
breasts pressed against me.
"Great! I'll get the salad and veggies ready." She turned and sauntered
back in the house, her black hair swaying back and forth in her ponytail.
I couldn't help but admire her, Dee was German/Irish on her dad's side
and Mexican on her mother's giving her an interesting mix of features.
Her slim frame and light eyes offset by dark hair, deeper skin tone and
great booty.
As we finished dinner I asked, "How was the steak?"
"Pretty good, tad overcooked," she replied.
"Sorry you were distracting me ....Do you really have to go babe?"
Her smile turned to a pout as she responded, "I know sweetie, but it's
more than a month's salary in bonus pay, it'll get the bill collectors
off our back for a little, and put me in line for a promotion."
I smiled meekly and said "I know... I'll take care of the dishes, while you
finishing packing, then we can enjoy the rest of our night together"
"I'm all done packkkking," I heard Dee call out as I finished loading the
dishwasher. "But can you help me close my suitcase?"
"Be right there, but remember I won't be there to close it for you when
you're flying back." As I turned the corner I saw Dee standing in the
living room in a bright pink mesh baby doll, matching thong, and four
inch heels.
"I got you another going away present," said Dee as she gave me a slow
spin showing off the butt she knew I couldn't get enough of. "Just wanted
to make sure you remember me while I'm gone," she said with a smirk. It
felt like I just stood there with my mouth agape staring at her beautiful
body, her breasts being pushed together by the top down to her trim tummy
and sexy legs around to her plump but perky ass covered only by a thin
piece of fabric that disappeared between her cheeks.
My body reacted before I did, blood rushing to my sex as I stepped closer
to Dee. Reaching for her body pulling her close as I planted a kiss on
her lips letting our tongues dance together. My hands moved lower cupping
her rear and groping her ass. I slowly begin to lift her up and put Dee
on to my shoulder and carry her off to bed.
Chapter 3: An indecent proposal?
I let out a big yawn; man I was run down and it wasn't just getting up
early to put Dee on a plane before coming to work. I don't know what got
into her, I mean anal, and sex in the shower afterwards. That was better
than my last birthday, the only thing I can figure is that maybe she is
worried about me being in great shape and surrounded by co-eds. Whatever
it is I need to make sure I keep doing it.
As the early morning rush finished, we got into a little lull around 8am
when Tom's younger sister Jessica walked in. "Morning Jess, you're here
early," I said sarcastically.
"Morning AN-drea," she responded.
Jeremy chortled from behind me.
I scowled back, "You know everyone calls me Dre and it's pronounced
anDREa anyway."
"Then don't be so sarcastic next time," she said with a smirk as she
walked towards the stretching area
"And how do you know herrrr Andrea?" said Jeremy
"Jessica is basically my little sister, so look at her like that again
and I will collapse your trachea," I said sternly.
"Whoa easy Bro," he responded sheepishly.
I don't really blame him for staring; Jess really blossomed after she
stopped competing in gymnastics. After her parents passed away she really
threw herself into gymnastics and her school work and by 16 she was a 5'2
ball of muscle, and by 18 an Olympic hopeful. Then one slip on the vault
nearly paralyzed her, it was only days before back surgery that an MRI
showed that nothing was fractured. The doctors were baffled calling it
either a miracle or a malfunction of the MRI machine the 10 or previous
times she had one. Now at 20 no one would ever be able to guess that she
was a couple inches from being paralyzed. Het muscular frame now slimmer,
her sunkissed toned legs leading up to a cute bubble butt, flat stomach,
and perky breasts that I would guess at least a cup size bigger than
Dee's. Above her slim shoulders was a very cute girl next door face
accented by her dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. To top it off she was
smart, sweet, and had a good, sometimes mischievous, sense of humor.
Needless to say that someone has to look out for Jess while her brother
was out of town.
On her way out Jessica stopped by the desk again. "Hey Dre, ummm do you
mind coming over later moving a couple heavy boxes for me?" She also had
me wrapped around her finger.
"Sure, I'll be out of class around 2 then I'll come by on my way home."
"Thanks." Jessica then looked over at Jeremy, who had clearly been
checking her out. "By the way his wife's real name is KENnedy." Jeremy
let out another snicker as she jogged towards the door to get out of
earshot. I yelled out, "What was that? You don't need help later. You're
lucky you're family!"
The rest of the day dragged before heading over to Jessica's. Before
Jessica's parents passed away they set up trusts for Jess and Tom,
nothing they could really touch until they were 30 but it paid for some
essentials including living expenses like her townhouse. "Hey Dre, thanks
again for coming," she said as she answered the door in a pink fitted v
neck tee and khaki short shorts.
"No problem, what do we need to move?" I responded as I stepped in. It
had been a little while since I had been here and she had been doing some
redecorating. It was nice probably a little too nice considering I knew
from Tom it wasn't easy to get money from the trust unless it was an
essential.
"Oh I need some of my summer stuff put away and some fall stuff taken
down."
"Is that a 60" Flat screen?" I inquired.
"Yeppers, do you like it?" she responded.
"Yeah, I'm a little jealous, you're not racking up credit card are you?"
she laughed me off. "Noooooo, just got a part time job."
As we got to her walk in closet I stepped in and noticed a lot of name
brand clothes and shoes. "Is that part time job selling drugs?" I joked
as I grabbed the box and handed it to her. 'You'll find out soon enough"
she answered, I raised an eyebrow but shook it off and asked, "Anything
else you need while I'm up here?"
"Ummm, the jewelry box in the corner please." I slowly hand her the
familiar looking antique box and place another on the shelf for her. "Is
that the jewelry box Dee and I bought you?"
"Mmhmm," was her response.
"So what kind of job do you have? Because I want in," I queried.
"Well, go sit down on the couch and I'll explain," was her response.
"So Don't get mad ok. I'm.... I'm a camgirl Dre," she said hesitantly.
"What!?!...... One of those girls that strip on the internet?" I
responded with a mix of disappointment and anger.
"I know, I know it's stupid but the pay is great, it's only a couple
hours a week, and honestly after all I went through it felt nice to be
fawned over like that," she said giving me her best pout and puppy dog
eyes. I hated when she did that, it always got to me and she knew it.
"Please, Please, PLEASE! don't tell Tom," she begged.
"Finnnnee, but on the condition that this is ends by the time you're done
with by the time you graduate."
She let off a soft squeal and shouted, "Thank you, thank you, thank you,
THANK YOU!"
I could only sigh in response. "How much do you make doing this anyway?"
I asked.
"Umm I probably make more in a few hours then you make in two weeks."
"Damn, I'm not going to lie, I wish I could do that, could really use
that kind of extra money around," I said jokingly.
"Well you could...." she responded.
"I doubt guys make that much, besides I'm not sure I would be comfortable
knowing there were probably more men than women watching me."
"Not exactly what I meant," she replied.
"What I'm going to cross dress? Don't think I have the build or want for
that."
"You're getting warmer," she said slyly.
"So what you're going to turn me into a woman?"
"Yep," she states with a straight face.
"Oh yeah? You do that and I'll do a webcam show with you," I stated
sarcastically.
"How about you spend as much time as a woman as possible while you're
wife's gone and we have a deal?" she answered.
"Then it's a deal," my voice still ripe with sarcasm.
"Yay, it'll be like having the sister I've always wanted," she said
happily. "Be right back and I'll show you how it works."
"Okay," I said thinking she is taking this joke pretty far.
As i sat on the couch I heard her rifling through some drawers and she
came out with a bra, a latex glove and the jewelry box. My expression
must have conveyed my confusion as she looked at me and said, "It's a
long story."
That story began with Dee and I buying her an antique jewelry box to
cheer her up about a week before she was supposed to have her back
surgery. She explained that one day she was waiting for some pain
medication to kick and started cleaning out the jewelry box she noticed
the bottom drawer had a false bottom, which contained an old looking
rather cheap silver looking medallion with some faded etching on it. Just
grabbing something nearby to try wipe off some crud and grabbed one of
her old leotards and touch it to the medallion feeling a strong static
shock as she did. She then felt out most a ripple run down her aching
spine followed by relief, Jess said she couldn't believe it, she didn't
know what happened but she was cured. She came bounding down stairs to
tell my parents only to find an empty house, remembering that they were
out the groceries. She went on to do handstands, tumbles, even a flip
before her medication began to make her drowsy and crawled into bed. The
next morning she still felt great, figuring the medallion was a good luck
charm she put it on and grabbed a T shirt only to feel strong static
shock and again a ripple rolling down her spine but this time followed by
severe pain. Jessica was distraught, what happened, what changed
overnight. Slowly she put two and two together remembering that each time
the medallion touched some clothing she felt a shock from the medallion,
then a ripple. The first time she touched the medallion to an old
leotard, one that she had worn before she was hurt, the second it was a
shirt she last wore a week ago. Grabbing the leotard she touched the
medallion again and again, hoping for the static shock, again and again,
tears welling up as her hopes faded, and slowly sleep came again. She
cried on and off all day knowing no one would even believe what happened,
finally before bed she decided to give it one more try. Grabbing the
medallion and leotard she slowly touched them together, hoping, praying
it would work. Touching the leotard to the medallion felt the shock, the
ripple, the relief, and smile crossed her face.
Jessica was smart enough to know no one would believe what happened so
she kept it to herself. The doctors were baffled at her last examination
before surgery, her back seemed perfectly normal. Surgery was cancelled
but she was ordered rest and hold off on the athletics until they could
figure out what happened. During that time she figured out how the
medallion worked, experimenting with how long it took the medallion to
"recharge", how it acted with new clothing, even changing into other
people when she had enough time alone.
I must have rolled my eyes because she said, "I knew you wouldn't believe
me so I'm going show you." She reached under her shirt and undid her bra
pulling it out through her sleeve.
"Why are you doing that? I don't need to see your bra," I asked.
"You'll see," she said and tossed the bra she just took off and the one
she came with over to me then began to dig into the jewelry box with the
latex glove on. "Notice the difference between those two?" she inquired.
"Yeah, ones bigger, let's see 32D and 32F... F cup your boobs aren't that
big," I replied.
"I know," she said as she pulled out a rather mundane looking faded
silver medallion. "Oh and to make sure you believe me, remember the
tattoo Tom and I got a few months ago," she said as she turned lowering
the back of her shirt to expose an outline of a heart with her parents
initials. "That should disappear too, toss me the F cup." I tossed her
the bra and she touched it to the medallion, then it seemed a small waved
moved across her body, and her shirt began to stretch as her breasts
grew, straining her shirt, the outline of her nipples now visible, she
pulled the bra under her shirt and managed to get it on without removing
her shirt. "God these things are heavy," she exclaimed. "And oh look at
my shoulder again," she said as she turned and pulled her shirt down a
bit exposing clean ink free skin. My eyes were still a little wide but I
remained skeptical, "Ok so that made your boobs bigger, still can't say I
think it will turn me into a girl."
"Well it turned me into a guy before," she said.
I raised an eyebrow. "Whattt?"
"I told I tested this thing out as long as possible, I wasn't bad looking
either," she said with a laugh.
"That would have been better proof," I retorted.
"Yeah, but I only have a pair of boxers I used to transform, I stole some
of Tom's clothes to wear out," she responded.
"So??" I replied.
"I need to go to out later can't do that without any clothes." She
laughed.
I must have looked hesitant as I thought over what she and I jokingly
agreed to earlier.
"Listen you could maybe do a show or two a week and make some extra money
for school, your mortgage, whatever you need. Being a woman isn't bad,
half the world deals with it and I think you'll come out cute."
I sat for a moment, thinking it over, I do hate that Dee has to pay or
the bills, or even worse when I have to ask her for money. Then again I'd
have to be a girl, but not full time, and it might be interesting to see
what it's like from the other side of the fence, maybe it'll be like a
little vacation from myself.
"OK... I'll do it." There was still an element of hesitation in my voice,
"So how does this thing work?" I asked reaching for it. Jess quickly
pulled the medallion away. "You have to be verrry careful with it or
you're stuck for 12 hours in a body you don't want, that's how long it
takes for this thing to work again." I nodded and asked so if touched the
medallion against your bra it'd turn me into a girl with the same size
breasts or a guy with boobs?"
"Since this one is mine, it'd actually turn you into my twin."
"Oh, so used clothes turn you into a copy of someone, how'd you figure
that out?" I asked.
"Spent a night as an 18 yr old Tom, not fun," she smirked.
"So what do I do, find some hot girl and steal some clothes?"
"Nup, we can just buy you some new clothes and it will turn you into a
girl," she answered.
"Well would will I look like then?"
"Like a female version of you, when I changed into a guy I looked like
what I'd think Tom's brother would look like, but still like me, I was at
least 6 ft maybe an inch or two shorter than Tom, I kept my eye color,
and hair color though it was a lot shorter. It was back when i was closer
to my gymnast physique so I as a guy I was in good shape. So it seemed
like a combination of genetics and how you look now," she replied.
"Wouldn't I need some clothes then?"
"I can get you started with some clothes, my "fans" send me a gift cards
too then after a show or two you can add to your closet if you need too."
"You thought this through didn't you?"
"MMMmmhmm."
"I have a feeling I may regret this," I said with a laugh.
"It'll be funnnn, so what do you want to look like? We have some
flexibility in what we can buy you."
"I don't know, what do you think would work best?"
"Well big breasts and a nice butt help but I can't help you with your
face," she joked.
"Thanks....So what's Kate Upton's bra size then? 34DD?" iI asked.
"I'd say she is probably 28H actually."
"Thats a size?"
"You have much to learn, but a 28H should fit a 34DD the 28 just fits a
lot better."
I nodded. "So where do we go from here?"
"Well I need to get you a couple items, then we can go shopping after you
transform."
"After can't you just do all of it before," I asked.
"No No No, don't you know anything about women's clothing, almost every
brand fits different, we need to go try things on!"
"Fine, but I'm going to late night madness Thursday, though I have Friday
& Saturday off."
"Should be plenty of time, then we can try it on Friday."
"Ok," I said with a sigh.
"Trust Meee," she said excitedly. For some reason that only made me more
nervous.
Chapter 4: Time for a change
The next couple days passed pretty quickly between work and class, the
couple times I ran into Jess she seemed to excited, too excited. As
Thursday evening approached I started to get a little anxious, I decided
to take a cab in case I decided to have a couple drinks. Late night
madness was fun as always the basketball team always put on a good show,
but as the night passed I put down a few beers and was pretty buzzed by
nights end. As the night ended I ran into Jess again, back down to her
normal breast size, on her way to a party that I ended up crashing. Booze
was plentiful, though Jess was stone sober; as she was driving some
friends home.
Around 2am I stumbled up to her. "Let's get this done toniggght."
"What?" "he responded.
"You know, what we were talking about the the other day," I said a bit
tipsy.
"Are you sure?" she responded.
"MMMhmm," I said mimicking her.
"Okaayyyy, she said we can go now, Laura and Tiff are ready to go
anyway."
I grabbed another couple shots to steal my nerve before we crammed into
her car.
After dropping her friends off we headed back to her place where she
started getting everything ready, and she lead me into the bathroom where
she placed the medallion on the counter and put down a pair of yoga
pants, a bra, and a cheap pair of college flip flops. "Make sure you
touch all three at once" Jessica shouted from the other room, "And wait
for me, I wanna watch."
I clumsily grabbed a flip flop, the bra, and yoga pants in one hand and
the medallion in the other pulling them closer and closer until I rubbed
the medallion across the three items. "Oww!" I shouted I felt a ripple
run across my body I looked down and then into the mirror, which seemed
to getting taller, or was that me getting shorter. I felt hair trickle
over my ears and down to my shoulder and I looked into the mirror again
to see my face shifting like clay I closed my eyes until I felt the
rippling stop.
Opening my eyes again my face had completely changed but still seemed
very familiar, my hairline had changed now more rounded and forward, my
forehead was smoother, and my higher eyebrows were now thin an manicured
set atop brown eyes that seemed bigger than they were moments ago. My
nose had become daintier and my cheekbones seemed more dramatic on top of
slightly fuller cheeks. My mouth seemed smaller, jaw narrower, chin
rounder, my lips were a little plumper and neck more delicate. I felt the
ripple move down my body, shoulders and torso narrowing, muscle
diminishing, and a pressure began to build on my chest as I pull off my
t-shirt. My chest was now hairless, my pecs were gone replaced by a flat
chest with darker areola and more pronounced nipples. Well my chest was
flat as the pressure began to release slowly inflating two breasts. They
didn't seem to be much at first, but they just grew and grew until my
smaller hands could barely contain them. I just notice my arms had become
much smaller, they still had muscle but they were more tone than anything
else, my hands were smaller and fingers seemed longer and thinner. The
ripple continued down my body, pulling waist in, my flat stomach becoming
a tone tummy.
I struggle with my new fingers to undo my jeans as the ripple moves
further down. The size of my hips didn't change much but, compared to my
waist they seemed wider and rounder. I felt pressure again, this time on
my ass; I could feel it inflate stretching my boxer briefs. Then
something new, almost a tugging sensation on my balls I could see their
outline in my boxers recede as they pulled into me, I could almost feel
my insides rearranging. Next my dick started to shrink, first getting
narrower then pulling back towards my body, disappearing from sight in
the mirror. I could feel it nestle between my thighs but then nothing
else as the ripple moved down again. My legs almost took a slightly
different angle as they left my hips, my muscular thighs got smaller and
smaller but still had some muscle tone, and my knees even seemed closer
together. My claves lead down to much more delicate ankles leading down
to feet the seemed absolutely tiny compared to the size 12s they were
before. The whole process probably took a minute or two but it felt like
an hour.
I looked at myself in the mirror in amazement, as I slowly tug my boxer
briefs down just a little to reveal a manicured mons pubis I begin to
feel really light headed and my stomach begins to churn. I can only
mumble out, "Wow." I finally notice Jess standing in the doorway behind
me she echoes in, "Wow is right."
My stomach churns again and I lunge for the toilet, Jessica dashes over
to grab my hair. As I feel the cool porcelain against my skull I black
out.
Myra
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