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With their conversation concluded - at least for the time being - Jesse
and Victoria were forced to admit the mood had sobered. The energy of
their previous activities had dissipated, but the warm, quiet afterglow
of passionate satisfaction remained. Jesse had some thinking to do, but
for now the question remained: what to do for the next week?
Despite the decision she had before her - and the rapidly-approaching
deadline in which she had been given to decide - Jesse and Victoria
agreed they should make the most of their shared time together. No
matter what.
After they managed to untangle themselves from the bedsheets - and each
other - Jesse proposed they cap the evening off quietly, with a movie.
Victoria seemed almost relieved to agree.
Victoria excused herself and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up.
She glanced back just before closing the door, leaving Jess alone for
the first time with her naked, newly-transformed body. Jesse's eyes
widened and slowly, her gaze drifted down from the closed bathroom door
to her own chest.
Round flesh poured out in front of her slender frame. She tilted her
shoulders and watched the drop-shaped mounds swing with her movements.
She brought her hands up and cupped them, tested their weight. They
were noticeably heavier than before, heavier than she would have
expected for their size. A mild tension in her neck and shoulders - she
hadn't even noticed it until it changed - lessened as she lifted them.
It was a pleasant feeling, a constant reminder of her new assets. She
released her tits and felt a tiny but surprising tug on her pectorals,
as they dropped.
Her hands. They had already looked like a girl's hands before, but
somehow, some quality about them had feminized even further. Jesse
couldn't put her finger on it. They were graceful.
Jesse stepped her feet apart, settling into a wide stance. She ran her
hands down her stomach, feeling the padding of her soft abs as they
slid. Her arms pressed her breasts together, squishing them as she
reached down. She tilted her head forward, looking down between them.
Her fingers spread out at the pad of her groin, feeling nothing but
smooth skin where her pubic hair used to be... where her penis used to
jut forward.
Her fingers followed the contours of her empty groin and curled beneath
her spread legs. She felt the thick tendons on each side, as they
disappeared into her thighs. The fingers slid back, through the
disconcerting empty space where her balls used to hang, and bumped
against the jiggle of a round, thick pair of lips.
A mirror. Jesse needed a mirror right now. She remembered, Victoria had
a mirror hanging on the closet door. She hurried to the other side of
the room and swung the closet door closed, revealing a full-length
mirror hiding behind it. As the door swung closed on its arc, a young
girl slid into view.
Jesse was greeted by the stunning image of a petite blonde. A splash of
freckles decorated her slightly-warm cheeks, just under her eyes. Her
bright blue eyes were wide open. She looked vulnerable, standing alone
with a timid expression. She held her hands nervously up to her face,
afraid to touch the round features. She placed her hands on her skin,
feeling the tip of her button nose and the full round lips on her
mouth.
Her waist and stomach were slender, but her body curved voluptuously.
Her legs stretched invitingly to the floor, standing atop dainty feet.
The girl in the mirror was tiny - Jesse noticed with some anxiety that
the room seemed to tower over her more than before. How tall was she,
now? She might still be over five feet. Maybe.
Jesse looked between the legs of the girl in the mirror, and caught the
barest glimpse of a gorgeous, pink pussy.
The bathroom door opened, and Jesse spun around to face Victoria. She
stood in the doorway, smirking. She wore one of her loose-fitting, silk
nighties. It seemed to kiss her skin gently, as it flowed around her.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Victoria smiled knowingly, and
Jesse blushed. She prodded the transformed girl, "did you pick out a
movie yet?"
That's right. A movie on the couch. A realization struck Jesse as she
observed Victoria's sleepwear. She looked back up at Victoria's face to
see her smiling back.
"Um." Jesse blushed, "I don't think any of my clothes are going to fit
me, anymore."
Victoria grinned devilishly and motioned for Jesse to wait a moment.
She walked to the night stand and began rummaging through one of the
bags. Jesse wondered nervously what else could be hiding in those bags.
The last thing to come out of them had secured her tightly to the bed.
Victoria triumphantly lifted something into the air above her. She
spread her hands forward, for Jesse to see. In them, Victoria held a
pair of simple, black, bikini panties.
Jesse looked on, dumbfounded. The mere sight of the garment suddenly
smacked Jesse square in the face with awareness. She was a woman. She
had a pussy. She had breasts - impressive ones. Her hips and waist
curved delicately and boasted an unmistakably feminine ratio. She
possessed a sexy, round ass. She was inside of those features. She was
part of them. They were her.
It hadn't felt real. She'd experienced firsthand every detail up to
this moment, but had somehow also felt detached from it. The
understated simplicity of that skimpy strip of fabric sucked her
instantly into the moment. Everything was real. This was all really
happening.
Of course she would be expected to wear women's clothing - what else
would a woman wear? Jesse shuddered as the briefly-glimpsed girl from
the mirror echoed in her mind. She realized with certainty; those
panties, without a doubt, were going to look amazing on her. Everything
would look amazing on her.
She reached out and took them, struck speechless by the weight of
symbolism they seemed to carry with them. Hesitantly, she bent over and
lifted one leg, placing it through the leg hole. Her breasts hung down
below her, swinging as she wobbled. The other foot went through and she
bent her knees slightly, shimmying the smooth black fabric up her
porcelain, shapely legs. She lifted the waistband, wriggling into the
panties. She shuddered as she felt the cotton touch against the lips of
her new vagina. She pulled it up to her waist and almost gasped as the
thin strip in the rear was suddenly pulled in between her cheeks,
settling into place. The entire garment was molded perfectly to her
curves. It flowed with her and accentuated the roundness of her ass. It
felt intimate.
Victoria held up an unremarkable, black cotton bra. She held it open by
the straps and offered it in front of her. Jesse stepped forward,
tentatively slipping one arm through the shoulder strap, then the
other. Victoria guided her to turn, and Jesse felt the back clasp as
she faced away. Gentle hands wrapped around from behind. They lifted
and reached into each cup, pulling any pinched flesh fully into the cup
and letting it drop. The fingers brushed against her nipples as they
retreated, teasingly. Jesse looked down. She was easily filling the
bra. It pushed her breasts forward and up, proudly. Victoria had a
difficult time keeping the hunger from her face.
"How big?" Jesse asked.
"C," came the response.
C-cups. Holy hell. Jesse would have guessed even larger, seeing them
pushed out in front of her narrow chest and shoulders.
Satisfied, Victoria pulled out one more item: a pink, satin camisole.
The reality of Jesse's situation resonated again in her stunned mind;
her girlfriend was dressing her in lingerie, so they could cuddle on
the couch.
The garment slid over her and settled on her shoulders. The thin fabric
flowed and shone with the slightest movement. It was all too much; the
hip-hugging underwear; the large cups of her bra holding her heavy
breasts; and now, the whisper-light touch of luxurious, satin fabric on
her skin.
Never, in Jesse's wildest dreams, had she ever come close to imagining
the reality of being in a sexy female body. Her vision swam, and she
blinked to clear it.
Jesse faced Victoria, who looked hungrily at the transformed girl.
Jesse looked shyly at the ground.
"You pick the movie," she said.
************
Victoria picked a romantic comedy.
They cuddled on the couch as it grew dark outside. Victoria sat in the
corner, her legs tucked to the side. Jesse lay down, her head resting
in Victoria's lap. Victoria's fingers slid idly through Jesse's long
hair as they watched the glowing TV screen. The scalp massage soothed
Jesse, made her feel comfortable and safe.
The romance was bland, but the comedy coaxed a few laughs between them
as they watched. The two girls simply reveled in each other's presence.
As they cuddled, Jesse withdrew into her thoughts. The movie's dialogue
faded into the background as she reflected the events of the last three
days.
Jesse's entire world had flipped on its head. With each new
development, the changes seemed to snowball, coming faster and faster.
And now, Jesse was expected to decide the course of both their lives in
one week.
It had been so natural, for Jesse to slip into her new name and role.
It felt like days ago, and Jesse frowned when she realized it had been
earlier that same day.
Who was she, now? And what happened to James? Was James still alive?
Was he still part of her?
As the movie played, Jesse pictured herself in her mind's eye, tried to
form the image of a boy or a girl, standing in an empty vastness. The
figure remained stubbornly formless. She forced herself to relax and
let go. When she allowed her mind to wander, her thoughts became
cloudy. She giggled, and at the same time a character in the movie took
a comedic tumble. Victoria didn't seem to notice.
A pleasant, fuzzy feeling washed over her and through her mind. When
she concentrated, Jesse could force the mental fog back; force her
thoughts to clarify when she needed them to. That was reassuring, at
least. But whenever she let her concentration slip, she could feel her
natural intelligence dwindle into the background. It was a distinct
change, like a freezing thermometer and the sound of a dropping slide
whistle. What had Victoria said? The formula could make people smarter.
Somehow, Jesse had a feeling her own mental needle was sliding in the
opposite direction.
Still... she couldn't deny, the idea turned her on. A sexy, submissive
bimbo. How many times had Jesse masturbated to that fantasy, in her
teens? Had she been the man in that fantasy, or the bimbo? Sometimes
she couldn't tell. She fought the urge to put a finger between her
lips, in thought.
Who was James? Was his existence defined by his intelligence? Or was he
a collection of desires and feelings and memories that still existed
within Jesse?
One week to decide. Take the last vial, and the life of a submissive,
sexy pet? Or change back into a strong, attractive man - one with an
established life and a long history - and close the door permanently on
this chapter of his life? It wasn't fair. Jesse didn't want to have to
make this decision. Jesse already knew what Victoria wanted. But she
also understood; it was important that she make this decision on her
own.
Jesse needed another look at her body.
"Hey," she mumbled. Victoria looked down at her. The swirl of pink
bliss filled her thoughts pleasantly at the sight of her mistress, and
she fumbled for an excuse. "I'm going to run to the restroom."
Victoria smiled. "Want me to pause the movie?"
"No," Jesse said. "I'll be right back."
Jesse peeled herself from the couch and walked back to their bedroom.
Victoria turned her attention back to the movie.
************
Alone again. Jesse looked around the bedroom.
The bed was unmade, the bedsheets shoved to one side after their
previous adventure. The paper bags sat unguarded on the night stand,
and Jesse fought the urge to dig through them. Victoria's briefcase
also remained where she left it, lid open. In the darkening room, Jesse
could see the mysterious green glow emanating from it, for the first
time.
She approached the briefcase. Inside, a foam mold snugly held five
empty vials. A single remaining syringe rested across them; it was
filled with the last of the glowing green formula. Jesse picked it up,
examining it, turning it over in her hands.
The contents of the last vial. What made it glow, like that? Jesse
gulped, and she set the syringe down on the table. She turned to face
the closet mirror.
There she was. That defenseless, sultry little submissive girl. Her
glimpse had been so fleeting earlier, it was like seeing herself for
the first time again. Jesse had to admit, she looked irresistible in
her pink top and black panties. Her breasts were shoved together, and
magnetic lines of cleavage drew the eyes to through the scooping neck
of her negligee. She could see just the edges of her black bra, peeking
out from behind lace trim.
Jesse realized she was breathing heavily. Warmth throbbed between her
legs. She squeezed her thighs, looking for the familiar, satisfying
pressure of squeezing her dick. She felt nothing. The tense need
resided somewhere deeper, now; somewhere her thighs couldn't squeeze.
The freckles on her face were maddening. Her hair fell in long waves
past her shoulders, and her eyes seemed adorably round and innocent.
The tips of her nipples poked through the fabric of her bra and top,
revealing rounded points perched atop perfectly round globes. Jesse's
arms looked thin and weak. Her hands and arms seemed to naturally rest
in elegant poses.
Jesse continued to rub her thighs together, fruitlessly. Her crotch
felt warm, and damp. She could almost picture the yearning, engorged
hollow cavity hiding behind her pelvis. She thought she was about to
flood herself.
This girl is turning me on! She looks so slutty and sexy, and it's
getting me hot. The revelation tied Jesse's mind into knots. This
sexpot was her. She was getting turned on by her own image in the
mirror. She was aroused by her own body.
Jesse needed to see 'it.' In front of the mirror still, she sat down
onto the bedroom floor, cross-legged. She lifted her left leg and
placed it to the side. She placed her right foot out on the opposite
side. The lines of her smooth thighs traced in, ending at the small
black triangle of fabric which hid her new anatomy. She touched her
fingers to the fabric and used one hand to pull the panties to the
side.
In the mirror, pink pussy lips glistened and parted in front of her.
The lips were swollen and puffy with excitement. A cloudy pearl of
moisture oozed down, disappearing between her cheeks.
Using her other hand, Jesse ran a finger along the fleshy outer lip. It
tickled and thrilled her. She shuddered as she gasped, and it came out
as a frantic laugh. She was incredibly sensitive. Each time her finger
touched the tender flower, a jolt of sensation flooded her body and
mind. The buzzing, pleasant thoughts swirled in, and she felt complete.
Her finger stroked up between her pussy lips, lubricating the tip. She
moved her finger in slow circles around the hood of her clitoris and
moaned, wantonly.
She tucked her panties to the side of her mound, freeing her hand. It
crept up and found one of her breasts. She massaged it as she
masturbated, getting off to the image of herself in the mirror. She
pinched her nipple and hissed through her clenched teeth. It felt good.
She sealed her mouth, moaning deep in her throat as she experimented on
her clit with different motions. She could feel herself getting close.
Slutty thoughts filled her mind. She needed a mistress to lick. Or
maybe a cock to suck, while her mistress watched. Yessss...
She felt the crest coming. Her hips bucked harder against her hand and
she shut her eyes. At the edge of her perception, she was aware her
hand had released her breast. It was reaching above her, searching for
something.
Jesse came. She couldn't keep it quiet anymore and let out gasping
squeals of delight as her eyes rolled back.
Above her, her hand found purchase on the syringe she'd left on the
table and she brought it down. The last syringe. In the haze of her
shaking orgasm, she stabbed it into the flesh below her hip and her
thumb pressed the plunger. She moaned, satisfied and fulfilled.
She sat on the floor in a daze. Her panties were soaked, and she could
feel a sticky pool of her fluids against her cute butt. Jesse panted as
she tried to catch her breath. She pulled the empty syringe from her
body and tossed it aside, her fate decided.
Jesse looked at the bedroom door to see Victoria watching, silently.
She was smiling, her eyes ravenous.
"I love you," Victoria said.
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