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I sat by the living room door, eagerly awaiting with nervous
anticipation. The seconds felt like hours as the hands on the clock on
the wall slowly swept by each tick mark. Every few minutes I'd peek out
between the blinds, hoping to catch a glimpse of the package that I knew
would change my life.
I'd saved up for months just to be able to order this, forgoing lunch
every day at school and doing odd jobs around the neighborhood to
supplement what meager income I made from working as a bagger at the
local grocery story. My father made me put most of my paycheck into a
college savings fund, otherwise I would have been able to afford this
much sooner. As it was, today marked six months to the day since I first
laid eyes on this particular piece of perfection, and it was finally
arriving.
After what seemed like three lifetimes, the FedEx truck pulled up to the
curb and the driver made his way up the walkway. I was so excited that I
practically burst through the front door before he even had a chance to
ring the doorbell. I so desperately wanted to open the package and put it
on right there, but I managed to compose myself long enough to sign for
it and close the door behind me as I went back inside.
I practically floated up the stairs to my bedroom and placed the package
on my pristinely-made bed, slowly slicing open the tape that held the box
together. I tried not to look inside until it was completely open,
because I didn't want to spoil the moment. Carefully pulling it out of
the box, I let the contents unfurl and laid my eyes on the most glorious
thing I'd seen in my life: my first dress.
It was perfect.
The shimmering blue fabric practically glowed in what little sunlight
broke through my closed curtains, and I could have sworn I saw the gown
swishing back and forth, as if I was already wearing it and strutting my
way to the stage as the most beautiful prom queen my school had ever
seen.
I took extra care not to wrinkle even a bit of the flawless dress as I
hung it from the hook behind my door before slowly taking off the drab
clothing I'd been wearing while I waited for this life-changing dress to
finally arrive. I slipped off what would be the last pair of jeans I
would ever wear, folded them nicely and put them back in the drawer where
my other soon-to-be obsolete pants were stored. The T-shirt I was wearing
went straight into the laundry basket, though at that moment I thought a
trash basket would be more appropriate. Compared to this dress, all my
old clothes were trash.
Finally, I pulled my boxer shorts down to my ankles, then gently stepped
out of them, leaving them on the floor. I couldn't be bothered to pick
them up and delay this moment any longer. I slipped on a pair of panties
I'd stolen from my sister's laundry weeks ago. They were a bit snug,
though skipping lunches to save money had also had the added benefit of
helping slim down my already trim frame even more. In fact, I worried a
bit that the dress might be too loose now, but as I looked at it on the
hook, I knew it'd be a perfect fit.
It had to be.
My body trembled as I slipped the dress off its padded hanger. I held it
up against my skin, staring at myself in the mirror. I knew there was no
turning back from here. I turned away from the mirror and slowly, gently,
unzipped the back down to the waist and held the dress out in front of
me. I was unsure of whether to step into it and pull it up, like a pair
of pants, or to pull it down over my head like a shirt. I didn't want to
do anything wrong, for fear that it wouldn't work. I decided to step into
it, since it was a one-shoulder gown, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to
squeeze the whole thing down past both shoulders without tearing it.
The fabric felt incredible against my legs, like nothing I'd ever worn
before. The robes I'd worn when my parents forced me to join the church
choir were soft and shiny too, but I'd always worn them atop a cotton
shirt and pants. Because we left them at the church each week, I never
got the chance to wear them without my regular clothes, but I'd spent
many a stray moment imagining how they'd feel directly against my body.
Not even in my wildest imagination could I have dreamed that they'd feel
as good as this dress did in this moment.
It was like I was in an entirely new universe as I pulled the dress up
past my waist and maneuvered my left arm into the shoulder. I called upon
every bit of flexibility I'd ever demonstrated in my life as I zipped up
the back with my right arm, practically pulling my shoulder out of the
socket to do so. But beauty is pain and this pain was worth it. I was
finally dressed in my perfect dress. I took a deep breath and composed
myself, trying not to let out a squeal of joy - prom queens didn't
squeal, they, smiled demurely.
Turning back toward the mirror, I closed my eyes and silently calmed
myself. "This is it," my mind's voice said. "This is everything you've
been waiting for. Your dream is about to come true."
Upon opening my eyes, I realized how true those words were. It was no
longer just the fabric of the dress that was shimmering, but a swirl of
light rising up from the ground. It continued to circle around me,
enveloping me from head to toe. As it did, I could feel myself changing.
It started with my toes. I poked them out from the edge of the dress to
see that they were now tipped with a pearl polish and gently wedged into
a pair of strappy silver shoes with a two-inch heel. The top strap
wrapped gently around my now-hairless ankle as my leg began to thin. I
pulled up the bottom of the dress and kicked my leg out and watched as
all the hair slowly receded into my body and my skin smoothed out,
becoming free of blemishes with an unmatched porcelain complexion.
I had to put my leg down and brace myself against the wall as my body
continued to reshape itself. My hips flared out and my waist tapered in,
giving me the curves I'd always dreamed of, which were complemented by
the seams of the dress.
The changes made their way to my hands, which were no longer rough, but
smooth and soft, with perfectly-manicured nails coated in a light pink
polish, matching the subtle color of my lipstick. I could feel my arms
growing more lithe as the hair disappeared from them just as it had my
legs. My shoulders slimmed and my flawless skin looked even more
beautiful as the dress wrapped around my left arm and under my right. I
began to rub my hands against the fabric of the dress, pressing it
against my newly reshaped form, when my chest slowly swelled. With each
breath I took, it filled the top of the dress more and more. I began to
worry that the dress would burst, but as I put my hands on my bountiful
breasts, they stopped growing, settling into two gorgeous handfuls of
flesh encased in satin.
As I slowly caressed my outstanding breasts, I felt a warmth in my
crotch. The feeling was all-too-familiar, but instead of a growing
erection, I looked down to see a shrinking one. My testicles had already
made their way back inside my body, and my penis was slowly following. I
dared not touch it for two fears. First, that the shrinking would stop,
and I'd be left stuck halfway through the transformation. But I also
feared that this would all be too much, and I'd release everything pent
up inside me, staining the dress in the process.
Taking another deep breath to compose myself, I looked back down to see
the last of any noticeable bulge disappear, leaving only a flat stretch
of blue fabric draped below my waist. I didn't have to take off the dress
or the panties underneath to know that I was now the proud owner of a
beautiful pair of lips surrounding my own virgin vaginal opening. As the
last of my penis retreated, leaving only a tiny clitoris behind, I let
out a bit of a yelp, at a much higher pitch than I was used to.
Instinctively, I reached for my throat, which was now missing a prominent
Adam's apple as well as any unshaved stubble. My neck lengthened, like
the beautiful swan who'd just moments earlier been an ugly duckling. The
bones in my face reshaped as my hair cascaded past my chin. The locks
lightened, going from a mousy brown to a lovely shade of blonde with the
slightest platinum highlights. My hands shook as they reached for my
lengthening hair. I didn't want to ruin the styling, but I had to feel it
for myself. It was more impeccable than I could have ever imagined. Each
golden strand looked as if it had been spun straight off
Rumpelstiltskin's spinning wheel itself.
My reflection in the mirror had never looked so stunning. My blue eyes
sparkled in tune with the dress, framed by the most glamorous makeup I'd
ever seen. My pouty lips looked ever so kissable, my cheekbones longed to
be caressed, and my eyelashes fluttered as the last of the swirling magic
faded away. Thanks to this dress, I had become the girl of my dreams. I
wanted this moment to last forever.
But it couldn't.
I looked back in the mirror, and the illusion faded away. I wasn't a
beautiful prom queen. I was an awkward teenage boy in a dress. No wig or
makeup or padding on my chest could change that. My face wasn't stunning
- it was covered in a 5 o'clock shadow that was growing out through a
poorly-applied makeup job that represented the best I could do with what
little I could cobble from my sister's vanity and a few weeks of watching
YouTube tutorials. My blonde hair wasn't gold - it wasn't even mine. It
was a cheap wig from a local Halloween store, with out-of-place hairs
sticking to my face. Each time I tried brushing them away, they just
ended up getting caught in the press-on nails I'd haphazardly applied to
my hairy, unwieldy hands.
As I stared at my reflection, I wished desperately that my dream would
reflect my reality, but no amount of wishing was going to make that true.
I turned and leaned back against the mirror, hoping maybe I'd fall
through into another universe, but instead I slowly slid to the floor,
the satin of the dress rubbing awkwardly against my hairy legs.
Sitting on the floor, I looked down at my crotch, where my penis was
tenting out the dress, making it obvious to anyone who might see me that
I was no woman. Some might say I'd been blessed with such a large member,
but this blessing was a curse to me, a curse that I could only see one
way to break.
Still wearing my cheap wig and my ill-fitting dress, I walked into the
bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. As I did, I heard a car pull up
the driveway. I knew it wouldn't be long until my parents came home and
found me, so I had to act quickly. I grabbed the unopened bottle of
sleeping pills and ran back to my room as quickly as I could, trying not
to trip on the dress as I did.
I sat down on my bed and starting pouring the contents of the bottle down
my throat, taking sips of a bottle of water from my nightstand to help
them go down quicker. The effects of them started to hit me quickly, and
it became harder to pour them into my mouth. I had to concentrate to make
sure I didn't spill any, nor spilled any water on my dress. I heard the
garage door close as I reached the bottom of the pill bottle, then let
the water bottle fall to the ground.
As I began to lose consciousness, I took one last look at myself in the
mirror, then closed my eyes and let myself fall back on my bed. My life
flashed before my eyes, and the last thing I saw was the girl I dreamed
of being, smiling back at me. She looked beautiful. It truly was a
perfect dress.
I hope they buried me in it.
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