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A Very Special Sauce
By Mike Brown
It all started a month ago. That's when everything changed.
I was visiting my local mall when I found a new restaurant in the food
court that I wasn't familiar with. It was called "Fantasy Feast." It had
a pretty big menu full of all kinds of eclectic dishes from all around
the world. But one in particular stood out to me immediately. It was a
chicken breast roasted and marinated with a special sauce. Special
sauces have always intrigued me. So I ordered and paid for the dish and
waited patiently to pick it up from the counter. The service was
supernaturally fast and was ready in what felt like minutes.
I brought the dish back to a table and it looked like nothing
particularly fantastic. It was what it was advertised as. A chicken
breast marinated in some kind of sauce. It came with sides of wild rice
and some roasted vegetables. The sauce smelled sweet and as soon as I
took the first bite the sweetness was almost over powering. But I kept
eating more anyway. And I was glad I did. Each bite got better and
better. It was like eating dessert. It was some of the most amazing
sweet chicken I had ever had in my life. I enjoyed the sauce so much I
went back to the counter and asked for more so I could put on my rice
and vegetables. And the woman behind the counter kindly obliged. I
walked back to my table and poured the sauce all over the rice and
vegetables and chowed down. I ate until I was stuffed.
But almost immediately something was off. As soon as I got home I was
feeling exhausted. As if I had run a marathon. I was so tired I just
passed out on the couch as soon as I got through the front door. I woke
up a few hours later and I realized things felt...smoother somehow. I
went to the bathroom and took off my clothes and looked in the mirror
and saw a shocking sight. All of by body hair had completely vanished. I
still had the hair on my head and my eyebrows and eyelashes but
everything else was gone. I didn't even have any stubble on my face
either. It was just so bizarre. My hairless skin was also smoother to
the touch. But I felt fine healthwise so I decided to not go to the
doctor and see why this had happened. And to be honest I got used to my
hairless body pretty quickly. I always thought I was too hairy. So it
was a bonus I thought. I hated having to shave every morning.
I watched some youtube videos and then I went to sleep. And I slept like
a rock. And it was then I had the first of a string of strange dreams
that I continued to have for the entire month. They were all about
things that change. Caterpillars that turn into butterflies, seeds that
grow into flowers, men who turn into women...That last one really threw
me for a loop. And each night the last thing I remember from these
dreams was me being the man who changed into a woman. It was freaky. But
I don't ever remember being that scared of it. I just thought it was
interesting. The dreams were very vivid and lucid. They actually became
quite pleasurable. If I just had these strange erotic dreams that would
be one thing. But as the weeks would go by? I would never be the same
again. My body would go through changes that were remarkable and
astonishing.
The first week was full of changes that were not as noticable to others,
but stuck out like a sore thumb to me. After I lost all my body hair I
started to lose weight. By the end of the first week I had lost ten
pounds. I went from 155 to 145 in a span of two days. I should have
realized something was wrong then, but I had always wanted to lose
weight so it wasn't a big deal to me at the time. What really worried me
was how my feet had apparently shrunk in size. I was a size 12 and my
feet no longer fit in my shoes. And that wasn't the only thing that had
shrunk. I lost an entire foot off my height. I was 5-11 and by the end
of the week I was 5-10. My fingers had gotten longer and more slender
and my fingernails grew faster and got longer than I had ever seen them
get before. I tried cutting them, but each night they grew back to
whatever length they were the day before. I also appeared to be losing
muscle mass because my legs and arms were starting to look smaller and
my nipples grew larger and became increasingly sensitive as the week
went on. And in case you're wondering? Yeah my twig and berries got a
little smaller too. I was also feeling extremely lethargic and I was
sleeping so much I felt like I was hibernating.
By this point I definitely should have went to a doctor but I honestly
didn't know what to say and in all honesty I didn't want to some kind of
medical marvel or be someone who is poked and prodded and experimented
on by hundreds of doctors and scientists. I knew what had caused the
changes had to be that sauce. Because it was the last thing I ate before
my sex started to inexplicably change. So I decided to just stay home
and deal with whatever changes happened next over the upcoming weeks.
Thankfully I lived alone and had my home all paid for because I had been
given the house by my Grandmother in her will. And financially I was set
as well because of the large sum of money I had also inherited from her.
So I could afford to just sleep for days and go through whatever changes
I was going through.
In week 2 the changes started to accelerate and entered what I like to
call the "noticable" stage. I grew breasts. Tiny small A-Cup tits, but
breasts nonetheless. My hair started to grow out and turn blonde. Yeah.
That Wednesday was a shock. I woke up and the first thing I see in the
mirror is this long silky shoulder length blonde hair on my head. And
little boobs on my chest. I fainted at the sight and when I woke up
later I still couldn't believe what I was seeing in the mirror.
My hips had gotten wider and made whatever pants I owned other than
sweatpants completely useless. My center of gravity also shifted along
with them so I spent a whole day during that week trying to learn how to
walk without falling on my butt. Which had also gotten more noticeably
feminine. It became heart shaped and got a lot more fat on it. I lost
another ten pounds in weight, my shoulders had become more rounded and
smaller, my legs had a noticible bow to them and were slimmer and
curvier, my ribcage had shrunk along with my waist, and my back started
to form a curve in it. I was developing an hour glass figure. The kind I
admired. My shoe size went down a couple more notches and was now by my
calculations a size 9. And I lost another foot in height. And I kept
dreaming the same dreams. But this time they were even more vivid and
lucid and focused on certain parts of my body changing. The parts they
focused on were always the ones I saw had changed the next morning.
By the end of the week by face had changed a lot. My nose had gotten
smaller and gained an upturn to it, the scarring from my car accident
had completed healed, my chin had become v-shaped and my cheekbones had
gotten rounder, and my lips had become bigger and fuller. I looked like
a prebuscent girl. I had breasts, long hair, my penis had shrunk a few
more inches and so had my testicles. It was unmistakable now. I was
turning into a woman.
And what was really crazy about all of this is that I wasn't afraid. In
fact I was starting to embrace and accept the changes. I think it had to
do with the fact that deep down I always had this secret desire for this
exact thing to happen to me. A fantasy that was somehow being fulfilled
and honestly I couldn't wait to see what would changes I would see and
experience next.
By the third week the changes raised to a whole other level. So many
things were changing it was hard to keep track of all the changes that
were happening to my body. The detailed and vivid dreams continued each
with accompanied part of my body that I would discover had changed the
next morning. I shrunk another foot in height. I was now 5-8. My feet
had also shrunk a couple more shoe sizes. They were now by my
calculations a size 7 women's. Thankfully I didn't have to go anywhere
because I would literally have nothing to wear. Not even shoes. All my
shirts fit me loosely and even my sweat pants were barely even fitting
me. And my underwear didn't fit me at all so I was forced to go
commando. I didn't bother buying new clothes or shoes because I knew
that by the next week they wouldn't fit me. My hips had flared out and
gotten even wider. My pelvis had definitely changed to fit my wider hips
as well, which led to my center of gravity lowering even more and making
me spend another day falling on my now pillowy butt. Which also got even
larger. Nothing too ridiculous but I definitely had a big butt now. It's
a real handful.
My waist had completely transformed itself into the kind of waist that
women would die for. The hourglass figure I saw forming the week earlier
was really starting to take shape now and it was taking my breath away.
And speaking of breath? My adam's apple just popped back in my throat
and dissipated leaving me with a feminine voice. I had lost another ten
pounds and my stomach was now really toned and flat. I had never had a
tummy this tight before. And for some reason because of this? My eating
habits changed drastically. I was eating more salads, tofu, fruit and
other vegetables instead of my usual junk food. I just couldn't stomach
it anymore. My breasts had really started to fill out now. I had plenty
of flesh on my chest that definitely showed up under any shirt I wore.
My guess was that it was around a B-Cup. I still couldn't believe this
was all happening. I had perky tits, a nice ass, an hourglass figure to
die for, long slender sexy legs with the dainty feet to match, curves in
all the right places and the face of a supermodel. By all accounts I was
completely female except for what was in between my legs. Which was a
rather pathetic display. My penis was maybe an inch long. Just enough
for me to be able to pee and I couldn't do that standing up anymore. My
testicles were the size of grapes and some kind of opening was forming
underneath my scrotum that was incredibly sensitive to the touch. I was
counting down the days until it finally went away and was replaced by a
vagina. Something I had been wanting in between my legs ever since I was
a teenager in high school. I couldn't wait to be a woman. I went to bed
on Sunday of that week full of excitement and happiness at what changes
would be in store for me in the upcoming days.
The fourth week came by and it started with a bang. The wait was finally
over. I went to go to the bathroom on Monday morning and I was greeted
with my pussy for the first time. It was wonderful. Everything was
there. A vagina, a labia, a vulva, and even a clitoris. I also knew I
already had a womb because I realized at that moment that was the cause
of all the stomach aches I had over the weekend. That was all that had
really changed that day. But it was honestly my favorite day out of the
entire magical month that transformed my life forever and for the
better.
The same dreams continued but this time they were shorter and they were
less about changes to my body and more about teaching me to do things
that women do. Like put on makeup, how to wear a bra, how to be
fashionable with your clothes, how to use feminine hygine products. Etc.
Etc. The bodily changes after the genitals were small but definitely
noticeable. I didn't shrink another foot. I stayed 5-8, My shoe size
went down again but only by a single increment and was at a size 6
women's. I didn't lose anymore weight. In fact I gained more of it in
certain places. Namely my chest, my butt and my hips. It wasn't a lot of
weight though. I just went up a bit and I was now around 130 lbs. My
breasts had gotten bigger and fuller and were by my measurements a
definite C-Cup and maybe even a D. They had become quite a bit bigger
than before. They jiggled when I walked and even swayed around. It made
the fact that I needed a bra even more evident than before. Thankfully
they didn't grow anymore after the middle of the week so on the weekend
I went out and bought some bras. As well as a lot of other clothing and
new shoes. As well as some makeup.
And it was night and day in terms of comfort when I put on my first bra.
I totally understood why women wore these things now. Other subtle small
changes also appeared like the color of my eyes. Which had gone from
brown to a stunning bright blue. My teeth also got whiter and even
straightened out. Giving me a smile that you would see on a Crest White
Strips commercial. On Sunday? I spend the whole day trying on all the
new clothes and shoes I got as well as experimented with makeup. And to
my surprise? Everything came naturally to me. I was putting on
foundation, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, lips stick, lip gloss and
every other makeup known to man on like I had been doing this all my
life. It was jaw dropping how easy it was for me. I was an artist. I
also found walking in high heels a piece of cake. And I actually liked
it quite a bit. It made my long legs look absolutely gorgeous while I
was wearing them. The clothes though were the most fun part though. I
had a blast trying on all the different styles of tops, dresses, skirts
and pants. And the lingerie was the icing on the cake. The moment I saw
myself in the mirror all decked out in a victoria's secret bra and
panties I felt myself get a little wet at the sight. I was a knockout. I
could be a Victoria's Secret Angel if I wanted to. I was that beautiful.
But all of the sudden I was overcome with a sense of panic. I was
wondering what I was going to do with my life. I had no identity
anymore. I wasn't what my ID said I was. I wasn't the person whose name
was on my bank account, or on my debit cards. My family wouldn't accept
me let alone believe that I ate some special sauce at a restaurant at a
food court and turned into a woman. What was I going to do? I was happy
that I finally had the body I had always wanted but I was distraught at
what I was going do with it once my funds would be frozen because some
strange woman has taken over my life, my money and my home. Would I have
to become an escort? Would I have to strip for money? Would I lose my
house? Emotions poured through me and tears streamed down my pretty face
smearing the mascara I had so expertly put on earlier. I was a hot mess.
I then saw something in the corner of my eye on my nightstand. It was a
purse. Nothing crazy or anything. It wasn't hot pink. It was a black
leather regular looking purse. I collected myself wiped the tears from
my eyes and got up out of bed and sashayed over to the nightstand and
picked it up. I opened it up and dug around in it. I found the typical
things you would find in a girl's bag. Makeup, a couple granola bars,
more makeup, some tampons, a phone with a pink case, and a wallet. I
grabbed the wallet and looked at the ID. My eyes lit up when I saw the
name and picture on it. The picture was me. It had changed along with
the rest of my body. So had my name. I checked all of my credit and
debit cards and they were all registered to a woman named Melissa Brown.
I cried tears of joy when I saw all of this and realized that everything
was going to be ok. I was going to be able to have the body of my dreams
and live the life that comes along with it without any problems
whatsover. Except for painful cramps in my abdomen that started up
almost immediately and the blood that was starting to drip down my leg
from my newly formed vagina. It was my time of month apparently. But
once I got over the initial gross feeling of it all? I realized that
this was a good thing. This was one last reminder that I was female.
That I was a woman now. That the changes were complete. And I popped in
a tampon like it was no trouble at all, took some motrin and curled up
in my bed and slept peacefully for the first time in weeks.
I woke up the next morning refreshed. Nothing else had changed that
morning. Everything was the same as it was the night before. Which was a
relief. I wish one thing had changed though. I wish I wasn't still on my
period. Which was not fun at all. And I really feel for women now. I
can't believe so many women deal with this every month. It's remarkable.
I feel bloated, these cramps are killing me, and dealing with blood
pouring out of me is just disgusting. This will definitely take some
getting used to. But it's all part of being a woman. And after I got a
cup of coffee and became more alert, I realized that as strange as it
sounds? I wouldn't trade this period for the world. This was all part of
being who I have always wanted to be. This also reminded me that I could
become a mother someday. I wasn't ready for that yet. I had just now
become a woman and it would be a bit too soon to get pregnant. But it
was definitely now something I wanted to do in the future. Find the
right man, have a baby and be a loving mother to my children. But for
now I just wanted to enjoy the body and the life I always felt like I
should have had. But before I started to do that I wanted to thank the
little food court restaurant for the dish that granted me the gift of
womanhood.
I spent a couple hours getting ready like most women are prone to do. I
took a shower, I shaved my legs, I tweezed my eye brows, brushed my
teeth, I found the right outfit to wear with the heels to match, and I
did my makeup flawlessly. I loved the skin tight dress I was wearing it
really showed off my curves. And the little bit of cleavage it showed
off was a jaw dropper. I loved how sexy I looked. Thanks to this change
I was finally confident in who I was and it was great. I drove up to the
local mall and after I got my hair and nails done at the salon I stopped
by the food court. The "Fantasy Feast" restuarant was still there. As
was the lady who served me at the counter a month ago. I walked over to
the counter with my hips swaying with every step and I thanked the lady
for the meal. And just before I left I saw a scrawny young man who
reminded me of myself looking at the menu and focusing in on the chicken
breast with the special sauce. I leaned over to him and said, "Try the
chicken breast. You'll love it!" And then I sauntered away my heels
clacking on the tile floor all the way back to the parking lot. I got
into my car, put my keys into the ignition, and drove away into the
sunset smiling heading into a new life and a new beginning.
That really was a very special sauce.
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