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It seems like every story someone becomes a young beautiful woman with
huge breasts and a perfect hourglass figure oozing sex appeal. While
this is great fantasy reality tells us that this is a very small
minority so I thought a story of becoming a more typical female might
appeal to others besides myself. This is just a start and I have ideas
of where I want to take so I am making this story an SIBC and see how
everyone reacts to it.
Charlotte's Web
by
Heather Marie
That bitch was asking for it I laughed to myself as I buckled my belt
and got ready to leave. She had teased me and even played with my cock
through my pants as I drove her back to the dorm room. That was one of
the nicest things about living in a college town. Plenty of coeds with
fake IDs that couldn't hold their liquor to fuck. Just another notch in
the belt I thought as I left. Sure this one wasn't that good looking and
a little on the plump side but I got my rocks off which is all that
mattered to me. Actually it was probably the first cock that plump bitch
had in a long time.
My name is John Michael Taggert III, named after my father and
grandfather. Both of them were successful attorneys and after passing
the bar last summer I began working as a junior attorney in their firm.
They kept telling me I should move from my small apartment here to the
city where my commute would be short and easy rather than the hour drive
each way. No way I told them I liked living where I did. The truth was I
hated the drive and this one horse town but there were so many coeds
just asking for it, it was a rare night I didn't stick my cock into one
of them and even rarer if it was ever the same pussy twice. So many
pussies to fuck and so little time I laughed as I got into bed. At least
tomorrow is Saturday so I can sleep in.
I woke up that Saturday morning and as my eyes focused I thought where
the hell am I? I looked around and instead of my apartment I was
somewhere strange, like a flashback to one of those corny sitcoms from
the 50's. I tried to get out of bed but my body wouldn't move. Try as I
did nothing responded but as the rest of my senses started to awake I
felt there was something very different about me. Everything felt very
different and the scents attacking my nose were unfamiliar. I tried to
call out but all there was a shriek. It didn't even sound like me. Then
I heard the door open and heard footsteps and then an elderly woman who
I guessed to be 80 came into view.
"So you're finally awake Charlotte?" she said.
"Who is Charlotte and who the fuck are you?"
"Well Charlotte is both of us," she said. "I am the Charlotte of 2017
but you my dear are me back in 1960."
"What the hell are you talking about old lady?" I yelled. "I wasn't even
born in 1960!"
"Well you are right there, you know we were born in 1940 and you just
turned 20."
I heard her snap her fingers and magically a mirror appeared. She held
up and I saw what she had done to me. This can't be happening! I stared
into the mirror but what stared back was far from what I expected. Gone
was the face I was used to seeing and it was replaced by that of a very
plain looking young woman. She wasn't pretty nor was she ugly just very
plain. Her hair was a mousy brown and in a shorter hair style with what
were probably curls yesterday I thought. She had hazel eyes and the
pudgy cheeks and touch of a second chin told me she was probably a few
pounds overweight.
"Cute trick bitch," I sneered. "Now show me the real mirror!"
"Oh it's real Charlotte," she laughed. "You see I am a witch and after
what you did to my granddaughter I thought you should get a taste of
your own medicine."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"That is no way for a young lady to talk Charlotte," she said as she
slapped my cheek. "Now that girl you got drunk and took advantage of
last night was my granddaughter and after she came to me crying last
night afraid you may have gotten her pregnant I had to teach you a
lesson. You didn't even have the decency to wear a condom you worthless
excuse for a used to be man."
"So you set up this elaborate illusion?" I replied. She smiled so I went
on, "OK, I'm sorry I fucked your granddaughter without a condom on. Tell
her fat ass if she is knocked up I will pay for the abortion."
"Isn't that easy," she laughed. "First off this is not an elaborate
illusion but your new reality. Go ahead feel for yourself."
Suddenly I felt my hand freed from the imaginary bonds that had secured
them and my hands first went to my chest. Tits! Oh my God I had tits!
Not very large but they were definitely attached to me as I could feel
the sensation as I touched them. My hands then magically went to my
crotch and even through the soft cotton nightgown I could feel there was
nothing there! I probed for a second and gone was my 7" cock and in its
place a pussy.
"What the fuck is going? I don't know how you pulled all this off but
change it all back now!"
"I told you that is no way for a young lady to talk Charlotte," she
barked as she slapped my face again, this time harder. "As for how it
happened you see I am a witch and I simply altered the time line
continuum putting you here in my life of before and as for undoing it I
can't even if I wanted to. At my age this took a lot out of me and even
if I wanted to undo it the spell I placed on you is irreversible. you
are stuck in my former life for the next 57 years."
"57 years!"
"Yes Charlotte you are now me until what was the day I changed you in
2017,"she laughed. "You will live my life and see how the other half
lives. It will serve you good to learn what it is like and to make up
for what you did to my granddaughter as well as I am sure other young
ladies."
"I can't do that I don't know anything about your life how can I be
you?"
"It will be easy Charlotte because the moment I walk out that door you
will become full aware of my life," she smiled. "The only problem you
will have is you will not only be fully aware of being Charlotte Evelyn
but also your male sub conscious will be there too. You will have no
control over yourself to be anything but a woman and your male mind will
endure it as well. You will not be able to tell anyone nor change
anything, just live it as it happens. To show you what I mean why were
you named Charlotte Evelyn?"
"Those were my grandmothers' names," I said yet I hadn't a clue how I
knew that.
"Exactly," she smiled. "It hasn't been the greatest life but it had had
its moments. You will love it at times and hate it at others but you
will get through it. I will tell you that you will love being a mother
to 3 daughters although childbirth is quite painful."
"I can't be a mother, I'm a guy!"
"You were a guy, you're a woman now Charlotte. Enjoy it."
With that she reached down and placed her hand on my forehead and
mumbled some words in a language I didn't understand. She bent over and
gave me a kiss on the cheek and left the room. I heard the door close
and felt a burning sensation pulse through my body and my everything got
blurry for an instant. I felt the spell holding my body stiff release
and I got up from the bed. I pulled on the quilted pink robe over my
pale yellow cotton nightgown and snapped it up. I slid into the pink
terry cloth scuff slippers and headed off to the bathroom.
After taking care of my bodily functions and wiping, how did I know to
wipe front to back, I stood before the mirror and brushed my teeth. The
face staring back at me was young but plain, perhaps some make up will
help. I took the curlers from my short stylish brunette hair and brushed
into some soft waves. My hair barely touched my shoulders and I thought
to myself how my mother kept telling me it was too long and I had to
make an appointment at the beauty shop to get it cut. Better get dressed
you need to get to work Charlotte.
How the hell did I know exactly what drawer to open as I stared down at
the sea of plain white panties and bras, What the hell is happening to
me I thought as I slid the panties up under my nightgown over my big
hips and butt. I took the robe and nightgown off and slid the bra onto
my shoulders. I leaned forward allowing my small but firm breasts to
settle in the laceless cups before reaching behind my back and hooking
it up. This was an almost an out of body experience I thought as I
closed the top drawer and opened the second drawer revealing girdles and
stockings.
I took one of the white open bottom girdles from the pile and stepped
into it. As I worked it up my legs and over my large hips I wondered why
Mother hadn't let me get a panty girdle last time we went shopping for
foundations? Sure she and my older sister Janet always wore girdles like
this but a lot of my friends have gone to panty girdles saying they were
not only more comfortable but also eliminated the thigh chafe I hated
with my chunky thighs. Finally I had the restrictive garment in place
and I grabbed a pair of stockings from the pile on the left.
As I sat on the edge of my bed working the stocking up to its full
length and struggling to hook it to the 3 garters that held it taught I
wondered why I had grabbed the support stockings from that pile rather
than the sheerer stockings Don't be silly Charlotte! Working as a
waitress at Benny's Diner means being on your feet for your 6 hour shift
and the support stockings help with tired legs and hopefully will
prevent varicose veins. Soon I had my stockings gartered up I grabbed
the white full slip and slid it on over my head. At least this had some
lace trim at the hem and on the bodice. What the fuck is happening to
you John? Yesterday you didn't even know what a bodice was and today you
are thinking about the lace on it! I went to the closet and stepped
into the yellow and white rayon waitress uniform, pulling the zipper
front up.
I caught a glance of myself in the full length mirror on the closet door
and I was definitely a waitress for a diner. After folding my nightgown
and placing it under the pillow of my single bed. I made the bed and
hung my robe in the bedpost. Last night I was a guy sleeping in a king
sized bed I never made and joking about notches on my bedpost and this
morning here I am a woman with a twin bed with a plain pink quilted robe
hanging on my bedpost. This has to be a bad dream and you will wake up
from it any second John. Still if that was true why was I grabbing my
purse and heading downstairs to the kitchen.
At least Mom had the coffee made so I poured a cup form the percolator
and added some cream and took a sip before making a piece of toast for
myself. As I sat there with my toast and coffee I looked around the
kitchen. It looked like something from a museum and all the appliances
were old fashioned by my thoughts but right in style for the time. Soon
ny Mother and sister came into the kitchen and and Janet made herself
some toast.
"Your father has the day off today so I can use his car to grocery
shopping which means you two can take my car to get to work. Janet can
drop you at the diner before she heads off to her job," Mother said.
"Why does Janet get to drive?" I protested. "She is 2 years younger than
me."
"Now Charlotte, you have to be at work first and you know that the diner
is on the way to her job." Mother said calmly.
"But she is working later than me today and I have the choir dress
rehearsal tonight," I whined.
"I will pick you up after work, I will be long done with my shopping by
then and Don can take you to choir practice like always," Mother said
calmly. "Just relax Charlotte."
I finished my coffee and put the cup in the sink before grabbing my gray
wool coat and red scarf and put them on. I grabbed my purse and janet
and I walked out to the garage. I had to open and close the garage door
as Janet backed Mom's car out. I couldn't believe it as I slid into the
front seat. A station wagon complete with the phony wood grain on the
sides! After I finally got my dress and coat situated I instinctively
reached for the seat belt before I realized there weren't even seat
belts in this reality.
The ride to work was smooth and after I punched in I went to work
setting up my section. I felt the tug of the garters holding my
stockings in place with every step I took and the straps of my bra as
they dug into my shoulders as I reached. This is definitely a whole
difference experience. Why do I bend from my knees as I reach down
rather than just simply bend from the waist? It was painful as I felt
the compression of my girdle on my tummy every time I did that yet I
continued to do so.
Soon it was 8:00 and the doors unlocked. It took a few minutes but I had
my first customers. I couldn't even read the shorthand I scribbled on
the pad as I took the order yet I stuck it in the turnstile for Benny to
make. I refilled their coffee and my order came up a minute later.
Obviously I must have known what I was writing because everything on the
order was right. I went through my entire shift in a fog yet I got
everything right. Finally it was 3:30, the end of my shift, and I sat
down at the counter and had a BLT with fries for lunch. What the hell
are you doing to your body John? French fries and bacon! Your arteries
have to be clogging as fast as you stuff your mouth. No wonder you have
a big butt, you eat all the wrong food. I emptied the pocket of my apron
and counted my tips, $23. Not too bad for a college girl plus you are
getting 55 cents an hour.
Mother got to the diner just as I was finishing up my lunch and she
drove me back home. She asked if I wanted anything to eat and I told her
no as I had just eaten at work. Besides Don and I would grab something
after choir practice I told her. I headed up to my room and shucked the
waitress dress and full slip. I was just taking the support stockings
off when my mother came into my room.
"Seeing as this is a dress rehearsal for tomorrow Charlotte you should
wear the new girdle," she said. "That way everything will be as it will
be tomorrow and you need to get used to it."
"Do I have to Mother?" I whined. "It is so tight."
"We have had this discussion before young lady," she snapped at me as
she took the new white garment from my drawer. I could see the tags
still on it. "You and your sister take after me and that means wider
hips and a large backside and that means firm foundations. I know when
you are young it may not seem like fun but you will both be thankful for
them when you have kids. Childbirth is a lot easier when you have bigger
hips than those skinny girls."
"Yes Mother," I sighed as I took the girdle from her.
Mother left and I peeled off the girdle I had on. I removed the tags
from the new stark white girdle. Even just by holding it in my hands I
could feel just how much heavier it was the one I had worn earlier. I
worked it my legs and had to tug and struggle to get it up over my hips
and butt. I was so exhausted I had to sit down on my bed to catch my
breath for a few seconds after it was finally on. I went back to
dressing and soon I was slipping the black half slip up under my black
wool skirt. I went into the bathroom and put some powder on my face
before applying some blush and a soft pink lipstick. I know Mother
thought wearing make up was silly but I am 20 years old and old enough
to make my own decisions. Once I was back in my room I stepped into the
black patent leather pumps with the 3" spike heels.
I could tell with every movement that the girdle I now wore was much
firmer than the one from earlier today. I felt like my guts were being
squeezed out but when I complained about it my Mother just smiled and
told me it wasn't that bad and I would get used to it. There was also a
different sense of balance as I walked in the high heels. My posture was
even better and I seemed to push my chest forward. I felt so stupid
allowing myself to being squeezed to death and my calves and feet were
already starting to hurt from the high heels I had on still when there
was a knock on the door I jumped and raced to answer it. There stood an
overweight young man with glasses and a silly short slicked back
haircut.
"Hi Don," I smiled as I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house.
I took a quick peek over my shoulder and there was no one in sight so I
gave him a quick kiss in the lips. I grabbed my coat from the front
closet and Don helped me into it.
"Don and I are going to choir practice." I called out as I grabbed my
purse. "We will get something to eat after."
"Have a good time Charlotte," my mother called back. "You two be good."
"We will Mother."
Don held the door as I got into his car. I slid across to sit next to
him and off we went. He stopped at the end of the street and he kissed
me again. What the hell am I doing kissing a guy and maybe even worse
why did I like it. Why did it feel like butterflies in my stomach when
his lips were on mine? I opened my purse and took out a Salem from the
bright green pack and a pack of matches. What the hell am I doing? Here
I am sitting next to some geek in his car, kissing him and lighting up a
cigarette. Doesn't this girl have any respect for herself or her health?
"God does that taste good." I smiled I blew the smoke out. "I haven't
had one all day."
Like I keep telling you Charlotte, marry me and you can smoke whenever
you want and not to have sneak them behind your mother's back," Don said
before taking another drag off his Marlboro.
"I told you after you get the next promotion we can get married." I
smiled and squeezed his arm. "You can barely afford sharing an apartment
now. There is no way you can afford a wife too."
There were a couple more kisses when we got to the church and I used the
rearview mirror to freshen my lipstick and a tissue from my purse to
wipe his lips clean before we went in. We mixed with the other choir
members before the choir director came in and we took our places on the
riser. I noticed that my white bow blouse looked right in place with
what the other girls had on, I was afraid it might be too fancy. I
didn't want to stand out too much.
Why the hell I had to wear this tight girdle and high heels when we
would be out of sight from everyone up here in the choir loft baffled
me. Here all the girls were all dressed up in skirts and heels and the
guys in suits and ties and no one would ever know. We could have all
been naked and no one would have surmised a thing. The choir director
was pleased with the practice and told us we would do fine with the new
songs tomorrow at services.
I had to go "powder my nose" when we got to the restaurant. What a
shock I got when I walked into the Ladies room. Unlike the Men's rooms I
had been used to one did not see the urinals and stalls but rather it
was a nice area with brightly lit mirrors and a sofa. I walked through
the next door and unlike most men's rooms this was bright and clean. It
even smelled clean and fresh, there was no stale odor of urine. I found
a stall and locked the door after going in. After hanging my purse on
the hook I proceeded to wrestle with my skirt and slip to get them up
out of the way before I yanked the tight girdle down followed by my
panties. Finally I could sit down and drain my kidneys. What a royal
pain in the ass this is I thought as I grabbed a wad of toilet paper to
wipe myself. No man would ever put up with all this to simple take a
leak so what was I doing it now? How I missed not being able to unzip,
whip it out, and take a leak.
Getting my underpinnings back up in place and my skirt and slip smoothed
down back in place took even more effort than getting them out of the
way to answer the call of nature. The small stall didn't lend itself to
a lot of freedom to pull and tug. After exiting the stall I stopped and
touched up my make up after washing my hands before returning to the
table. As always Don was the perfect gentleman and stood up when I got
there and helped me with my chair. Dinner was lovely and we were soon
back in the car. Rather than taking me straight home Don drove over to
the river and we parked in our usual secluded place. He turned the car
off and put his arms around me and attacked my mouth with his. We kissed
for several minutes before he let me up for air.
"Have you thought about what we talked about the other night Charlotte?,
he cooed as his hands left my back and moved to my breasts and started
to massage them through my blouse and bra.
"I have Don, but I am not that kind of girl," I said. "I love you but I
want our wedding night to be special. Besides I am not going to do it in
the back seat of your car."
"We could go to my place, Phil is out with Sharon tonight," he smiled as
he kept massaging my breasts. I could feel a moistness in my crotch and
there was a part of me that wanted him. I wanted him to make love to me,
for him to take my virginity that second but this was not the place.
What the hell am I thinking as I felt my hand slid up his thigh and I
felt the stiff member in his pants. God I used to love it when a girl
did that to me now I am sitting here in a guy's car wearing a skirt
doing it to him.
"Oh yes, you know I like that Charlotte," he moaned as his hand kept
massaging my breasts.
We fell into another kiss and my hand was now firmly in his lap and my
hand gently stroking him through his slacks. His manipulations of my
breast were sending small waves of pleasure through my entire body, I
have no idea how I did it as we kissed but I looked down as we broke our
kiss and saw my hand had undid Don's zipper and I had his now erect
manhood in my delicate hand.
"That feels so good Charlotte don't stop," he whispered in my ear. "Are
you sure upi don't want to get in the back seat?"
"Part of me says yes Don but I don't want our first time to be in the
back seat of a car, I want it to be special," I whispered back.
"Well at least let me help you feel good," he smiled as his hand left my
breast and come to rest on my knee.
We went back to kissing as my hand continued to stroke Don's hard cock.
I felt Don's hand start to creep its way up my thigh under my skirt and
slip. This is sick I thought, I am a guy and yet I have some guys's hard
cock in my hand and I am about to let him feel me up, I wanted to throw
up yet Charlotte was loving every second. I let go of his manhood only
long enough to push my skirt up to allow him better access. I quickly
fished a couple of tissues from my purse and went back to pumping his
rod. I felt Don's hand slide over my stocking top and onto my bare thigh
above it. Why if this all disgusted me did I spread my legs a little
wider? Don took his time but soon I felt his fingers against my panty
crotch. I felt him gently caress my crotch as I continued to manipulate
his cock.
"That feels so good," I moaned.
"Imagine how much better it would be if your panties weren't in the
way," he said softly as I felt him push the nylon material against my
wet slit and I moaned even louder. I started to pump him harder as he
probed my love tunnel as far as my panties would allow. I felt him start
to stiffen and twitch and I knew he was there. I quickly grabbed the
tissues in my lap and wrapped them around the head of his dick as I
continued to pump him It took only a matter of seconds and I felt him
pump his load into the tissues.
"Oh Gad that feels so good," he said said as he leaned back. "You know I
can make you feel that good."
"I know but I don't want to get pregnant," I said as I felt Don's hand
slide from under my skirt.
"I know Charlotte but you could always go on the pill," he said as we
started to rearrange our clothes.
"Oh sure," I sneered. "And the minute I left Dr. Mitchell's office
someone would be on the phone to tell my mother about it, then what?"
"I never thought about that," Don replied. "Guess we will have to stick
to petting."
"Until we get married," I said and kissed his cheek.
There were a few more kisses after we finally got our clothes back in
place. at least I now again had my coat and skirt shielding my legs from
the cold vinyl seat so I was warmer. Don started the car and took me
home. After a few more kisses on the front porch I fished my house key
out of my purse and in I went as Don walked back to his car.
"Is that you Charlotte?" my mother called from the kitchen.
"Yes Mother."
"Good, it is getting late and I was beginning to wonder if anything
happened."
"No Mother, everything is fine," I said as I hung my coat up.
"You two weren't doing anything you're not supposed to be doing," she
called out.
"No Mother, we were good."
"Good girl Charlotte, good night."
"Good night Mother."
I went upstairs and into my bedroom. The first thing I did was peel off
that constricting girdle, did that ever feel good! After putting the
yellow cotton nightgown and my robe I took my panties and stockings and
rinsed them out in the sink and hung them over the shower rod next to my
sister's. I climbed into bed and as I closed my eyes I though about my
day. I can't believe what I did and had been through. Why had I felt
such satisfaction form having a cock in my hand and stroking it to a
cum? Why did I have such pleasure from allowing a man put his hand in my
crotch and feel me up? Sure this body was female but I am a guy!
I also thought about how hard and uncomfortable it was to be a woman.
When I was a guy things were so easy from taking a piss to getting
dressed. Now everything took an effort and I allowed myself to be
squeezed into shape by a tight girdle and stood for hours in pointy toed
high heels. it was then the reality of the old witch's words hit me.
This had just been one day, I was doomed to this existence for 57 years.
I am never going to last.
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