Gilligan and the Morphing Meteorite
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An Ill Wind free porn video
It's An Ill Wind.
The tsunami in South East Asia devastated many lives and ours was just
one of them. My sister Hannah had been taking a year out of university to
see the world, and became just one more missing person statistic in
Indonesia as a result of the disaster. She was a lovely girl, the life
and soul of any party, and my Mum, Dad and I missed her terribly. Within
a few months tragedy struck again when my Dad was fatally injured in a
car crash, so suddenly Mum and I became totally inter-dependent, a mutual
support to each other in such difficult times.
I was 18 years old and had just started my first year at college myself,
while my Mum worked as a buyer at a Department store in the next town. In
actual fact she had no need to work at all as Dad had left us well
provided for with several life insurance policies, but she preferred to
keep herself active and her mind occupied.
Somewhat unusually for my age, I contributed quite a lot to our home
life. As I was studying catering, I inevitably became quite involved in
preparing our meals each evening and was glad to do so. Mum did I am sure
welcome my involvement and I was appreciative of the chance to practise,
often trying out recipes and techniques I had learned about in my course.
We had left Hannah's room exactly as it had been when she set off on her
trip, other than cleaning once a week, and on one occasion I had finished
with the vacuum cleaner and sat down on her bed looking round at her
possessions. I opened her wardrobe door and was immediately overwhelmed
as I breathed in her perfume, tears filling my eyes as it seemed she was
still alive. I snapped out of my sadness and got on with preparing dinner
for Mum and me, consciously deciding not to say anything to her about my
'lapse' as I knew it would only have distressed her unnecessarily.
When it was 'cleaning' day the following week, I opened Hannah's
wardrobe, and then some of her drawers, picking out a petticoat and
holding it against my face to smell her perfume once again before getting
on with my culinary duties before Mum came home.
Just one week later I took things a little further and, having put the
vacuum cleaner away, I returned to her room, only this time I stripped
off my jeans, t-shirt and underwear and pulled the petticoat on. I found
a pair of silky panties that matched and quickly put them on too,
astounded how I felt so close to Hannah again. As Mum was working late at
some trade fair and therefore there was no time pressure, I began to
investigate the rest of her wardrobe, and soon I had picked out a
complete outfit, bra, suspender belt & stockings, a denim pinafore dress
and a powder blue long sleeved blouse and with shaking hands put it all
on. I found a pair of high heeled shoes that, though a little tight, just
about fitted, and finally tried some of her make-up, making not too bad a
job of applying powder, blusher, eye shadow, mascara & lipstick. People
had for years been saying how alike she & I were but for the very first
time I could see it for myself. Our hair colouring was identical and as
mine was fashionably long it was not difficult to brush it into a style
that she might have worn her own hair. I stared at my reflection in the
mirror for ages, quite overcome by my resemblance to Hannah, and laid
back on the bed once more blinking back the tears. After a minute or two
I relaxed sufficiently to close my eyes and I dozed off.
I must have needed that because when I awoke it was dark outside and it
took me several minutes to come to properly. The strangeness of the
clothes registered almost right away and I smiled as I remembered why I
was dressed in my sister's things. I stood up, rather unsteadily in the
heels, and reappraised my image in the mirror but this time, instead of
simply recalling Hannah I took some real pleasure in how I looked,
primping my hair and pursing my lips. I applied some more lipstick and
then checked the contents of the wardrobe again. I held two or three
garments against my body, trying to decide what to try next and decided
on a navy blue, short sleeved dress. I struggled a little with the zip
but finally succeeded and congratulated myself on my choice as it looked
really good. It was fully lined so it also felt sensational and sensual
against my underwear and stockings and this brought about an erection,
and I was unable to resist touching myself through the silky layers of
fabric and I had to sit down again on the bed as if in a trance.
I was shaken out of this reverie very suddenly however when I heard my
Mum coming through the front door. She headed upstairs calling out 'Hello
Dear, I finished early but I'm dying to use the toilet' and rushed
straight into the bathroom opposite Hannah's room. I just stood
transfixed, not knowing what to do but realised that it would be
impossible to change out of Hannah's things without being discovered.
When Mum came out of the bathroom and saw me she just screamed and it
took several minutes for her to calm down. We were both crying as she
asked me what I was doing and I tried to explain that I just felt Hannah
was still around when I was dressed in her things. Fortunately she
accepted my explanation, conceding that not only did I look very like
Hannah, but also I looked very good and that anyone who hadn't known the
two of us would not have realised that I wasn't what I appeared to be, a
lovely, attractive young lady. Now it was my turn to be puzzled as this
dressing up wasn't solely about missing Hannah any longer, as I was
entirely captivated by the image I could see in the mirror. Mum brought
me down to earth by asking me whether she was going to be joined by
Hannah or James for dinner. I gave her a funny look but she said she
didn't mind as at least I didn't look odd and there was respect and love
in my appearance. I relaxed and said I would stay as I was, and she
replied that while dressed like this she would call me Anna, sufficient
of a similarity to Hannah but not actually trying to replicate her. I
went to bed very confused for not only had I conjured up the ghost of my
sister but also my evening spent as a girl had been an absolute joy.
For the next few evenings I quite deliberately avoided Hannah's room so
that I wouldn't be tempted to explore again, until the Friday when Mum
got home and she said she had been surprised and a little disappointed
that Anna had not re-appeared. Well, I didn't need much more of an
invitation than that and I immediately went to Hannah's room and got
changed, selecting a set of white lingerie, pale grey stockings and a
short-sleeved summer dress in a lilac colour with a purple floral print.
I found a pair of white sandals with just a two inch heel and then sat at
the dressing table to do my make-up, just about to start with foundation
when Mum knocked on the door and came in. 'I didn't say anything the
other day, but you could do with some help with your make-up. If I'm
going to get a daughter again at intervals I want to teach her all she'll
need to know. After all I did teach Hannah', and with that she started on
my face.
Almost half an hour later she announced she was finished and let me see
myself in the full length mirror. My jaw dropped as I saw what a
transformation she had brought about for I was now the spitting image of
my sister, long curly locks of hair framing a very pretty face. Mum's use
of all her expertise with cosmetics had changed me from a guy who
resembled his sister into a stunning girl in her own right. I stammered
'Thank you Mum' and kissed her on the cheek and she replied by saying
that Anna could visit as often as she wished but the standard for her
'look' had now been set, and nothing less would do from this point on.
She then added 'And since I have a lovely daughter again I'll treat us to
dinner at La Terraza tonight'. I gulped and said I didn't think I could
get away with going out in public, but she dismissed my objections by
saying that she wouldn't have made the suggestion if she had had any
doubts about me carrying it off and went upstairs to get her coat.
Meanwhile I looked through Hannah's wardrobe and found a lightweight,
blazer style jacket and slipped it on. We were about to leave when Mum
said 'A handbag, you can't go out without a handbag!' rummaging on the
shelf in the wardrobe till she emerged with a little black shoulder bag
into which she placed a few items of the make-up she had used earlier.
She squirted some perfume on to my throat and we were suddenly outdoors
heading to the car. As she opened the door for me she told me how a lady
gets into a car, sitting down first and then swinging her legs round. I
coped fairly easily with that hurdle.
When we arrived at the restaurant I was shaking with a combination of
fear and excitement, but Mum reminded me that she was utterly confident
that I would not have any problems. We were shown to our table by a
typically handsome Italian waiter and I must admit I loved the attention
I received as he held my chair for me to be seated, and once more when he
asked if we ladies would like an aperitif before eating. Where in another
life I'd have chosen a pint of beer, I now asked for a much more
appropriate vermouth & tonic. Equally instead of my favourite t-bone
steak and chips, I chose grilled salmon and salad and Mum just smiled at
my almost instinctive assumption of a feminine existence.
I enjoyed the food and decided on an indulgent dessert, Tiramisu, which
was truly delicious and once more, very different from my usual choice.
We had our coffee and liqueurs in a separate lounge, and, seated on the
large leather sofa I was once more aware of how much there was to learn
about passing successfully as a girl. The seat was quite low and I had to
be careful that my skirt was covering my stocking tops, and my legs were
crossed at the ankles. I had begun to relax a little but just now and
then I would suddenly remember my new persona. For instance as I tasted
my coffee I spotted the lipstick traces on my cup and was taken aback
once more, and needed another quick sip of my drink to settle my nerves.
I had never been much of a drinker but Mum had encouraged me to try some
wine with my dinner and told me that Hannah used to like a Cointreau
afterwards so I should follow suit. I think that the alcohol contributed
to my general feeling of well-being and, it has to be said, I did feel
absolutely wonderful. As we stood up to leave, one of the ever-attentive
waiters held my jacket open for me, starting yet more butterflies in my
stomach. The Maitre d' said he hoped we had enjoyed our meals and that we
would come again soon while Mum replied that she and her daughter had
enjoyed themselves very much and we would certainly be back.
When we got home Mum poured a couple of large glasses of Cointreau,
handed me one and we sat down in the lounge. She didn't hold back, and
immediately asked me how I was feeling after my evening as Anna. I
replied that I had loved the whole thing but I was now feeling very
confused, in that I had felt so comfortable as a girl it was almost
scary. Most of all I had been thrilled and a little aroused at the
attention shown me by the waiters, in particular the fact that I had
quite deliberately been flirting with them. What was all that about?
Before Mum could respond I quickly added that I was not gay and had
never, ever had any thoughts of being so.
'Well', she said, 'I guess there must always have been something in you
and it's just so sad that losing Hannah was the catalyst that brought it
out. After this evening I cannot see any outcome other than your
continuing to be 'Anna' as often as you wish, possibly permanently in due
course'. I gulped at this statement and she followed up by asking what I
thought about the idea of becoming a complete girl, changing my sex. I
blushed deeply, and had to admit that the prospect was both daunting and
exciting, and I was also aware that it would hardly be a straightforward
process. Mum then said that she would support me in any decision I was to
make and also help with all the practicalities. We finished our drinks,
stood up and embraced each other, effectively drawing our conversation to
a close. When we separated we both had tears in our eyes, and Mum
suggested that perhaps I would like to move into Hannah's bedroom from
now on. I agreed and went to the bathroom to remove my make-up and clean
my teeth. When I came into the bedroom Mum helped me by unzipping my
dress and hung it on a hanger. She kissed me on the cheek and told me
that it was nice to have a daughter again and said 'Sleep well, darling'.
On the bed she had laid out a full-length silky nightdress which I put on
over my bra & panties and I got into bed and slept like a log.
When the alarm woke me the next morning it took a few minutes for me to
realise that the events of the previous evening had actually taken place
and had not been just a rather weird dream. As I swung my legs round to
the floor I was very conscious of the stimulating effect of the silky
nightdress as it moved across my body, and even more when I looked in the
full length mirror and instinctively ran my fingers through my hair. I
quickly brushed it so that it was not in my eyes, put on a velour
dressing gown and went downstairs to the kitchen. I sat at the table and
Mum handed me a mug of black coffee and asked me 'How's my daughter this
morning?' I sipped my coffee and said I felt wonderful, if a little
confused. (A lot actually). 'Well', she continued 'Considering
everything, especially how you look this morning, it would seem that you
would like to remain as Anna for a while anyway, so I suggest that you do
just that and we'll see where this leads. Does that make sense to you?' I
smiled and nodded my agreement. She then became a little more serious and
said 'If this is to work to everyone's satisfaction, I will insist that
you only ever aim for the highest standards of dress, make-up and
feminine behaviour. I will teach you everything you'll need to know to
present as a delightful young lady, and as long as you do your bit there
is no reason to be worried about your future. Agreed?' I quickly said
'Yes, of course Mummy' and kissed her on the cheek. 'Good' she said,
'Let's get started. You go upstairs and shower, and the first step I want
you to take is to shave your legs, arms and underarms. Then we'll go into
town to do some shopping as Anna will need some things of her own, as
Hannah's wardrobe will not be adequate for a 24/7 lifestyle'.
When I returned to my bedroom I found that Mum had laid out some clothes
for me to wear for shopping, a button-through denim skirt, a baby blue
silky tee-shirt, a black leather bomber jacket and a pair of knee length
black leather boots with a modest two inch heel. First I put on a pale
blue bra & panties set, followed by natural coloured tights which she had
correctly decided would be more appropriate than stockings with the
fairly short skirt. Hannah's boots were a reasonable fit and were very
snug around my calves. Once dressed apart from the jacket I went through
to Mum's room where she sat me down at the dresser to do my make-up. She
was much quicker than the previous evening using just a little powder, a
pale grey eye shadow on my upper eyelids, one coat of dark brown mascara
on my lashes and finally a discreet pale pink lipstick. I was very much
aware that my make-up was quite different for daytime. She fitted a gold
chain around my neck, handed me a small pair of gold clip-on earrings and
a gold signet ring. It was only then that I remembered that my
fingernails were already a frosted pink from last night, and the addition
of the ring made my hands look very feminine.
We went out to the car and I took my seat as demurely as I could, given
that the length of my skirt exposed my legs perhaps 6 inches above my
knees. There was so much to learn! As we drove into town Mum explained
that for today she thought we should look for two or three pairs of
shoes, plus some underwear, hosiery and my own cosmetics, for the moment
making-do with Hannah's outerwear. I could see no problem with that
strategy. 'Besides, I'm sure I can find some samples from work that'll
fit you nicely'.
After nearly three hours we were carrying several carrier bags each, and
my calves were beginning to feel the effects of so much walking in the
unfamiliar heels so we decided to call it a day.
Part Two
Although my (Hannah's) boots only had a modest 2" heel I was definitely
feeling the effect in my calves and feet. Mum said 'Let's look at your
new things and afterwards I'll give you a foot rub - you've done really
well today considering it was your first such venture out'.
I had tried on several bras in the shops until I had found the size and
style that best suited my none-too-female figure, and for simplicity I'd
decided on just one lightly padded design in a size 38B in three
different shades of pink, navy blue and ivory, all with panties to match.
I quickly undressed and put on the pink set with a new pair of tights in
a pale shade called cafe-au-lait, followed by a white panty-girdle. Mum
had insisted I had the girdle in size 12 (most of Hannah's clothes were
size 14) and was proved correct as, once on, it smoothed my front
perfectly and left no evidence of my true gender because it was so tight.
Besides, it felt really good and even the slightest movements caused a
little flutter of excitement as my penis rubbed against the silky
garments. I slipped on a floral printed cotton pencil skirt with a deep
pink sleeveless polo-necked top which picked out one of the shades in the
skirt, followed by my white sandals, and checking my reflection in the
mirror decided to show Mum my outfit. She clapped her hands on seeing me,
gave me a hug, kissed me on the cheek and congratulated me on my
appearance, adding that I seemed to have an innate ability to put an
outfit together which was a very feminine skill, not something an
ordinary male would ever be likely to achieve. Strangely, I had begun to
take all this flattery and attention in my stride, and already I was no
longer thinking like a man dressing as a woman, more as a woman deciding
which clothes would be most appropriate and suit me best. I seemed to be,
and certainly felt entirely comfortable in my adopted role.
Mum patted the seat beside her and I sat down, removed my sandals and she
proceeded to rub my poor, aching feet. After 20 minutes or so she stopped
saying that her hands were now tired and that next time I could return
the favour, something I'd be happy to do. It seemed the least I could do
as she had been wonderfully accepting of the emergence of Anna. Finally,
she said if I was going to wear sandals I really ought to paint my toe-
nails in future.
I went into the kitchen and prepared a light lunch of soup and a sandwich
for us both and afterwards I went to my (Hannah's) bedroom for a nap. A
girl's life can be rather tiring, especially for a new girl!
When I came to it was getting dark and Mummy asked if I was 'up for' my
next little adventure. I looked at her quizzically and she said that the
more I went out & about the quicker it would become second nature to me.
All she had in mind was a visit to the local supermarket but it was a
further opportunity for me to conduct myself in public once more.
Naturally I quickly agreed and, after touching up my make-up I slipped on
my bomber jacket, picked up my handbag and we set off in the car.
We got a trolley and immediately went to the cosmetics aisle where we
spent ages considering all sorts of items, finally selecting some
foundation, loose powder, 3 or 4 eye shadow collections, 3 new lipsticks
and both black and dark brown mascara. Almost as an afterthought she
added a mid blonde hair colour, explaining that part of the fun of being
a woman was the freedom to try new looks from time to time - and I was
going to be no different from any other woman! We did get just a few food
items, though it had occurred to me that Mummy was almost getting as much
out of my new existence as I was. Perhaps for her it was just a case of
over-compensating for the loss of Hannah as that was after all what had
brought me here in the first place.
The next morning she announced that we had an appointment at 11 0'clock
with a doctor friend of hers to discuss some of the gender re-assignment
issues that we needed to consider. I was taken aback at this and
suggested that it was perhaps early days for such a dramatic step but
Mummy replied that I had now gone several days without reverting to my
male persona, and even more significantly, I had to admit I had not given
doing so a single thought during that time. It was impossible to argue -
she was absolutely right and I have to admit I felt a slight quiver of
excitement and apprehension about the appointment.
I decided to dress casually for the appointment, choosing the navy blue
bra & panties, my panty girdle, denim-look jeggings of Hannah's and a
long, silky sleeveless top in powder blue. I finished with a pair of navy
ballerina style flat shoes, and limited my make-up to powder, a little
rouge on my cheeks, some brown mascara and the merest slick of pale pink
lipstick. I had wanted to achieve an understated look, feminine, but not
remotely like some of the girls I'd seen on the TG websites who seemed,
in my opinion, to try too hard to present themselves as being ultra-
feminine. I thought I had succeeded.
The meeting went very well and indeed Mum's friend congratulated me on my
appearance. It transpired that Mum's private health scheme through her
job had also facilitated the whole process and paid for the course of
pills which were prescribed for me. These were in fact a fairly powerful
oestrogen pills, normally prescribed for regulating a girl's menstrual
cycle but which would have a noticeable effect in feminizing my body.
So far, so good! As soon as we left the surgery I hugged Mummy and I'm
sure we both had a tear in our eyes as we walked back to her car.
My journey had well & truly begun!
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