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Chapter 9
Package
I got up and looked in the mirror. Before I did anything, I needed to
know. Could change back? If being aroused got me into this female form,
maybe the opposite was true to turn back to old me. I just stared at my
reflection, which was immediately a mistake. She...I'm...literally the
most beautiful woman I've seen close up. I mean look at those full lips,
the rosy cheeks and...OKAY...this isn't helping. I shut my eyes and
tried to think of absolutely anything that wouldn't get me aroused.
Pancakes. Mmmm...dripping with melted butter. Hot maple syrup I can feel
being poured all over my body as Steve tongue kisses my...FINE...no
pancakes. Again, I tried to clear my head and think of anything non-
sexual bordering on disgusting and...got it! Our fridge. Jack has yet to
throw out any of the moldy takeout containers he ordered from...ahhhh!
I opened my eyes and saw the changes happen in an instant. My chest
shrunk, my facial features became hard looking and my lean, tight body
slowly morphed back to scrawny, ordinary looking me. I never really had
any issues with my looks. Sure, I'm the quintessential dork. But
physical appearances pale in comparison to intelligence and grade point
average. When I'm her, I still feel the same, but also different. Looks
do matter. Not in a shallow way. But I like the idea of making a guy
feel butterflies in his tummy with just one glance. I also wouldn't mind
exploring a hard, well-defined...mmmm.
I took a deep breath, and right away my body morphed back to my female
self--even faster this time. My chest ballooned out as my butt became
shapely, while blonde hair cascaded down my shoulders. By the time I
exhaled, I was staring at my full lips and smooth, flawless skin. I
grabbed the package and placed it on the bed. Since I've only been a
woman for less than a week, I figured I'd order something I could pull
off with minimal effort--dark blue leggings and a sports bra. I also
bought some very feminine looking panties. My goal was to create a well-
planned accidental meeting with Steve. He's a gym rat and is there most
afternoons. I just have to run into him, there. But first I need to look
the part.
I chose the black lacy panties first. I stepped in and slowly pulled up
the frilly unmentionable up my legs. The material felt so foreign yet
alluring to me. Not to mention it was weird pulling it up by my crotch
and feeling nothing. I just wanted to touch my...NO! If I keep exploring
myself I'm never going to leave.
I grabbed the leggings and stepped into them. The extremely tight
spandex material hugged my every curve. I turned towards the mirror and
gave my shapely bottom a playful little wiggle and then a little love
tap. I even did a few lunges to show off my firm things, but stopped
before I got too aroused. Now for the last part--I flung off my tee
revealing my huge chest. How the hell am I going to squeeze the twins
into this teeny tiny sports bra? Impossible. But women with even bigger
chests do this every day. I just took a deep breath and slipped it over
my head. It was so much tighter than any top I was used to wearing. The
biggest challenge was getting this spandex material over my boobs. I had
to stretch as far as it would go. By the third try, I managed to do it.
I then started fiddling with the bra to make sure my boobs fit right.
Fortunately, the bra came with a zipper, so I was able to unzip it a
bit--causing my cleavage to spill out. The bad news is it pinched a lot.
The good news is the twins stayed in place without a lot of jiggling. I
took one last look in the mirror and did a little sexy twirl. I could
just imagine Steve taking one look at me and...NO! I can't go out half
naked. What am I thinking? I slipped on one of my oversized tees and
then before I could second guess the leggings I ran out the door.
This should be interesting.
Chapter 10
Meeting
Even though the twins were locked in place, there still wound up being a
fair amount of jiggling. It wouldn't have been so bad, except for the
fact that each time my boobs bounced male eyes would dart in my
direction. I went from being the invisible wallflower to the center of
attention overnight. Crazy. I walked towards the campus gym where all
the jocks worked out. I went in there once to try and used the treadmill
but quickly felt inadequate seeing guys benching three hundred cajillion
pounds. I couldn't do that now, but something tells me I wouldn't have
that same problem. As I walked in the stench of sweat and manhood wafted
through the air. There were some ladies, but mostly it was filled with
guy athletes on sports teams. I looked around but couldn't find...
"Can I help you?" an extremely tone gentleman standing at the front desk
asked me.
"Oh um, I just want to work out," I said in my chirpy voice I still
could believe was coming out of my mouth.
"Great. All I need is a college ID and for you to sign here," he said as
he held out a clipboard. I froze. I couldn't show him my male ID. Hell,
my name didn't even match me, now. "If you forgot your ID, all I need is
a..."
"See. Here's the thing. My cousin goes to this school. So I was
wondering if I could maybe use the treadmill for only a few..."
"Sorry this gym is for students only," he said as he shot me a semi-
official stare while quickly glancing down at my body. Hmmm. Slowly I
leaned in and pressed myself against the counter, which caused my
cleavage to practically spill out of my top. I then took a deep breath,
and my breasts jutted out even more. He was totally looking down my
shirt now.
"Honestly, I just want to get a pre-run workout out in before I hit the
track. You know, just to stretch out my legs," I said as I ran my
fingers down my skintight blue leggings. As I moved, I caught him eying
my pert little butt. This is kinda fun. "So, do you think you could..."
"First treadmill on the left, but only for twenty minutes," he muttered
as he looked around.
"Thank you so much," I said as I gently touched his hand. He then
adjusted his pants a bit as he...oh my GOD! Does he actually have a
hard-on now?
I avoided focusing on it and quickly went to the treadmill. It's
amazing. Even on a semi-slow speed level, I would've had been winded.
Now I'm barely breaking a sweat. This is...
"Lacrosse! Football squads--back on the field!" a coach yelled and then
blew his whistle. All the jocks started heading towards the side door to
go to the fields. How the hell am I gonna meet him, now, while he's
being herded like cattle? I quickly got off the treadmill and followed
the men. As I got near the door, I caught a glimpse Steve, but he was
too far away. So I weaved through the...
"Hey!" I snapped. Some guy had squeezed my ass. As I looked around for
the ass squeezer in question I found no one--and Steve was pulling away.
Screw it. I ran to the side. All the guys stared at me. One even yelled
something out at me, which caused me to stop--right near Steve. Here's my
chance to...
"LOOK OUT!" someone screamed. I heard a loud scraping sound and looked
up. A steel girder from the stadium was falling towards Steve. I wanted
to dive out of the way, but something inside me told me to do something
very different. Run.
Out of nowhere I took off at blinding speed and pushed Steve out of the
way just as the girder crashed down. Steve had this shocked look as he
stared right at me.
"Wow. You just saved my..."
I didn't even wait to hear the rest of it. I just took off again at a
super fast speed away from everyone. By the time I stopped, I was
halfway across campus. What the hell did I just do? How is that even...
"Hey!" a somewhat familiar voice called out. I looked up, and a person
in a hoodie was almost right next to me. Just before I was about to take
off, the person removed her...my God, it's Janet. I couldn't believe it.
She was out of the hospital. I had tried to see her that night and for
days after, but she refused to see me or anyone else--which kinda upset
me since I sorta saved her... "I saw what you did."
Before I could say anything, she fully removed the hood, revealing her
hair had turned gray, almost white. What the hell? Again, that feeling
inside was telling me to get away.
"Look I'm sorry, but I think you confused me with someone else. I have
to..."
"I'm not confused at all. Ned. You need to come with me now."
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