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Pantyhose part 4:
So I had just bought my first bra with my weekly food shop.
I put the food away in the kitchen before going up to my bedroom with my
bra. I laid it out on my bed, took my clothes off except, of course my
pantyhose and went to have a shower. As you may recalling was keen to
find out how my pantyhose responded to water.
Incredible! As I got to the bathroom for my shower I noticed I was naked
save for a leather anklet.
I looked down at my hairy chest and at my vagina and hairless legs and
then at the anklet and pink nail polish on my toes.
I knew I was going to try on the bra. What was the point of resisting?
My pantyhose was in my head. I no longer knew if my pantyhose was making
the decisions or I was.
"You are!" it said.
I got in the shower.
By the time I had dried myself off I was back in panties, fishnets and
suspenders.
As I got back to my bedroom I was in stilletos again.
There was the bra, my bra.
"Put it on," my pantyhose told me.
I picked it up and put my arms through the straps.
I then tried to attach the hooks and eyes two or three times before I was
snugly encased in my bra.
"I should have told you it's a magical training bra," said my pantyhose.
"What is a training bra?" I replied.
"When you train a plant what are you doing? Teaching it how to grow,
right? Well what do you have that needs to grow?"
I looked down.
I should have got used to magical transformations by now but I was
nonetheless surprised to discover I had breasts filling the cups of my
bra. At the same time my chest and arms had suddenly become clean shaven
and I could see fingernail extensions on each of my fingers in the same
candy pink as my toenails.
Quickly I reached for the eyes and hooks of my training bra. I could not
find them. I realised they had fused together. It was as if I was
wearing a sports bra. I panicked as I tried to unhook it again.
Then I tried to pull it over my head like a tee shirt but it sat snugly
around my breasts and would not move.
"It's like me. You can't take it off," said my pantyhose.
I knew that there was no point fighting any more.
"It is time I met Christine, isn't it?" I asked.
I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I was mesmerised as I
watched as my hair grew longer down my head until it reached shoulder
length. Then as if unseen hands were arranging my hair it was pulled
back into a ponytail.
The effect of my hair being pulled back seemed to make me smile
automatically as candy pink lipstick appeared on my lips and false
eyelashes appeared on my eyelids, then mascara and eyeshadow.
Then gold hoop earrings appeared in both ears.
There was no getting away from the fact that it was a woman looking at me
in the mirror. Any physical vestige of masculinity had gone.
I looked at myself and noticed my ponytail went halfway down my back now.
I felt my tits and twirled round in front of the mirror.
"Thank you, I look gorgeous. But what am I going to do for clothes?"
"Pick out a shirt, Christine or do you prefer Chrissie or Chris?"
I did so.
"Put it on."
"You can call me Chrissie or Christine but not Chris, that is such a
man's name people will think I am a crossdresser or something."
As I reached for each button it moved from the right to the left so by
the time I had it on I was wearing a blouse not a shirt.
I put on my work trousers and watched as the legs split from my shoes up
the insides of both legs and up to underneath my vagina and then the legs
as if someone was cutting them with scissors. Then my trouser legs
rolled up my legs like a wave on the beach before spreading across my
legs into a professional looking office skirt.
I carefully unzipped skirt and watched as it quickly fell to the floor
and then picked it up. I noticed two silk loops. One on either side of
the skirt and hooked them over each side of the hanger that had
previously held my trousers before carefully taking off my blouse and
putting it in the cupboard. Then I found the suit jacket that went with
the skirt. I put it on. My pantyhose worked its magic and the suit
jacket was now a ladies suit jacket.
As a man I would have stopped there but now I was Christine I needed to
improve my dull wardrobe. So, in this manner I worked my way through my
business suits and shirts and trousers until I had a wardrobe full of
skirts, dresses and blouses and only my favourite black tee shirt left.
I went to my boxer short drawer and pulled out a black pair. They felt
silkier than before and as I held them in my hands I watched as they
turned into a full length slip.
I put it on as I was feeling slightly cold standing there in just my bra,
panties and pantyhose.
I tried a pair of socks, they turned into a half slip.
I tried a pair of pyjamas which turned into a neglig?e.
I was feeling tired but I decided to try on my last tee shirt to ensure
that even if the magic were to run out on my slips or nightwear I would
have no male outer garments to wear.
I watched as it changed into a knee length silk dress with white lace
around my chest and a white pinafore around the front.
"Now go and knock on your neighbour's door and ask if he has any
housework for you to do."
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