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After my shower I dried off and wrapped a towel around myself and went
to my vanity table. I removed my pink nail polish and started the task
of repainting them a bright red. The long length of my nails made this
more awkward than it needed to be as it was difficultly to grip the
brush to the polish, but I soon had the first coat applied and found
myself flapping my hands around in a ridiculously feminine manner in an
attempt to get them to dry. My mind was racing with thoughts of my day
ahead. It was going to be bad enough with everyone staring at my new
lips, but the prospect of spending the whole day braless was
terrifying.
The anxiety was so bad I got up from my vanity to locate my cigarettes,
ashtray and lighter and lit my second cigarette of the day, the foul
tasting smoke filling my lungs but instantly calming me down a little.
Holding the cigarette gently between my puffy lips started on the
second coat of polish on my fingernails, and then started flapping my
hands again. With the second coat now dry I started with my makeup,
getting my foundation on and set, before applying a dark navy blue
eyeshadow, a similar colour to my work skirt, and then added layers of
black mascara to my super long eyelashes. Blusher was next, before I
worked on my ludicrous lips. I was to use my bright red liquid
lipstick, and it really made my lips stand out even more. the contrast
of the bright red with my platinum blonde hair wasn't lost on me. I
looked far too tarty for my liking. With the wet look lipgloss on next,
my makeup was done. I then piled my long blonde hair on top of my head
clipping and pinning it in place in a style I had learned from a
youtube video.
With my hair done I started to get dressed. Normally a bra was the
first thing i put on to stop my boobs flopping about, but today that
wasn't an option. I wrapped my towel as tight as i could around my
chest, before bending over and pulling up a pair of red french cut
knickers, and then putting on my tan coloured pantyhose. I could feel
my boobs swinging out, but the towel did just enough to keep them from
getting in the way. I then stepped into my knee length navy blue skirt
and pulled it up over my wide hips and zipping it at the back. I
removed the bath towel from around my chest and picked up my white
blouse. I hesitated and gave serious thought to defying Mrs Harris and
just wearing a bra, but I was terrified of what she would do to me if
did, so I reluctantly put my blouse on. My huge boobs hung unsupported
on my chest, and although they weren't as saggy as many women my age,
my large puffy nipples didn't quite point at the floor, they were
definitely not as pert as a younger women boobs might be. I struggled
with the fiddly fussy buttons, hampered by my extra long nails, but
finally got it buttoned and tucked it to the waistband of my skirt.
I then walked over to my shoe closet to fetch my 4 inch navy stilettos,
savouring the last few comfortable steps I would take for a while. I
put the shoes on the floor and slipped my nylon covered feet into them,
instantly gaining 4 inches in height, at the expense of my comfort, as
I felt my calf muscles tighten. I then added a pair of huge gold
earrings to my ears. thankfully they had no back to put on as I doubted
I would have been able to fasten them with these nails. The earrings
were heavy, and pulled down on my lobes, and were so long they almost
reached my shoulders. I looked at myself in the full length mirror.
Everything from the top of my platinum blonde hair piled on top of my
head to the pointed toes in my stilettos looked so ridiculously
feminine. There was absolutely nothing left of my masculinity, at least
on the outside. My mind however was still one hundred masculine and I
felt so humiliated looking at my reflection. My lips, huge and bright
red screamed for attention. My lip gloss has a mild strawberry flavour
that I could taste, and it was a taste I would have to get used to as I
was to keep my lips looking fresh at all times. My tight blouse meant
the shape of my breasts could easily be made out, and my nipples poked
against the light white fabric, and it would be clear to everyone who
looked at me that I had no bra on.
It was a weird situation to be in, as I never in a million years ever
thought I'd find myself so desperate to wear a bra, but the harsh truth
was I didn't wear one to make a fashion statement, or simply because I
was now trapped in a woman body. I wore a bra because I needed one, not
wearing one with boobs as big and heavy as mine was simply unthinkable,
yet thats the position I had found myself in. Grabbing my handbag I
made my way gingerly downstairs, my boobs shaking with every step I
took. I instinctively went to get my car keys and then suddenly
remembered I was to ride on the bus today. My anxiety levels were
already sky high, and were getting worse as I realised I was now
running late. I hurried outside and started walking the five hundred
yards to the bus stop. I needed to hurry but I wasn't really in a
position to do so. If I quickened my pace at all the bouncing of my
breasts became unbearable and painful. They swung from side to side and
bounced up and down with every step I took. I tried to fold my arms
under them to try and minimise the bouncing, but I was fighting a
losing battle.
I was only five minutes into my day and my breasts were already making
me feel miserable. I had to settle for a slow and steady pace to try
and minimise the bounce and discomfort I felt, but even this had an
unwanted side effect as the constant movement of my boobs, and the
rubbing of my nipples on the satin fabric of my blouse had caused them
to get aroused and were now rock hard and no doubt easily visible
through the thin white fabric. I got to the bus stop and there was
already a few people waiting for the bus. I felt like everyone was
staring at me, which in turn caused me to feel deeply humiliated. One
man who looked to be in his thirties didn't even try to be discreet
about it as his eyes stayed locked on my breasts, while I noticed a
couple of women staring at me too, glancing at my huge bright red lips
or at my chest when they thought I wasn't looking.
I was never so happy to see a bus arrive, and when I got on was happier
still to see it virtually empty as I took a seat near the front. All
the other passengers got on the bus and sat in the numerous other empty
seats, all that is except for the guy who had stood staring at my chest
at the bus stop. Despite there being at least a dozen completely empty
seats on the bus, he sat next to me. I shifted as far away as I could,
and was now pressed up against the window. I even crossed my legs away
from him. I looked around at the other empty seats scattered around the
bus wondering why he hadn't sat somewhere else. He was a large man, at
least 6 feet tall and although not fat, was quite well built. I could
feel his leg pushing against my own nylon clad leg. I felt vulnerable
and very small next to him, suddenly even more aware of my extreme
femininity. I was trying desperately not to show how nervous I was, and
as usual in these situations reached inside my blouse to adjust my bra
strap on my shoulder, only this time there was no strap to adjust. I
immediately reached inside my handbag and opened my compact, although
staring at my heavily made up face and huge pouting glossy red lips did
little to settle me down and I snapped my compact shut and put it back
in my bag, and rested it on my knee. I really wanted a cigarette, but
wasn't able to smoke on the bus. The guy sitting next to me turned to
me and started talking to me.
"Hi, I haven't seen you on this bus before," he said, his voice was low
and deep. I didn't really want to get involved in a conversation, but
rather than seem rude I turned to him, feeling my overly heavy earrings
bang on the side of my face, yet another reminder I was trapped in this
awful feminine prison.
"I dont normally get the bus, my car is at the garage," I replied,
forcing a smile and cringing at how high and girly my voice was
compared to his. "My name is Matthew, whats your name?" he said.
"Im Janice," I relied, once again feeling burning shame at having to
tell someone my name was Janice.
"I assume you going to work, what do you work as?" Matthew continued.
"I work as a receptionist for a charity," I replied. I thought of how I
must have looked and sounded to Matthew, platinum blonde hair, heavy
makeup, ridiculously long red false nails, extra long false eyelashes,
huge fake red lips and a massive chest, with my nipples clearly visible
through my thin white blouse and obviously not wearing a bra, I must
have looked like the stereotypical office bimbo.
Matthew continued chatting with me through the whole journey, mostly
just small talk, until he announced that the next stop was his and he
would be getting off. Unfortunately it was also my stop. Matthew got up
and stood by the front of the bus waiting for it to stop, and I got up
to wait behind him. Just as I stood up the bus hit a huge bump on the
road, and caused me to stumble forward on my heels. I could feel myself
falling forward and I closed my eyes and tried to brace myself for
landing face down on the floor. But I never made it to the floor,
instead I felt myself getting grabbed by two strong arms and lifted
back to my feet again. I looked up and found myself staring into the
smiling face of Matthew. I blushed with embarrassment and thanked him
for catching me, although in doing so it looked like my talon like
nails had scratched and drawn blood on his arm.
"I've cut your arm, I'm so sorry!" I said to Matthew as we both stepped
off the bus. "Dont worry about it, it's only a scratch," he replied
with a smile, "but if you really feel bad about it you can meet me for
lunch."
I was so taken aback by this I had agreed to it before i'd even thought
it through, and instantly regretted it. I tried to think of a way of
getting out of this predicament, but found myself giving him my mobile
number, and agreeing to meet him for a coffee on our lunch break, as it
turned out his office was at the end of the street mine was on. We
walked together towards our offices, and I embarrassingly had to ask
him to slow down as his long legs and huge strides meant I wasn't able
to keep up with him as I wiggled along in my skirt and heels with my
unsupported tits bouncing under my blouse.
When I arrived at the office Molly was already siting at her desk. She
glanced up to greet me as I walked into the office and instantly did a
double take as she stared first at my face and then at my chest.
"Oh my God Janice, what have you done to your lips?! And why aren't you
wearing a bra?! she asked as she stood up and walked towards me.
I had been dreading this moment all morning as I would have to try and
explain this away to people. I tried to smile as best I could, but
inside the shame and humiliation was tormenting me. "I got my lips done
as a surprise for Allen, for his birthday, do you like them?" I said,
as I stood there feeling like a sideshow freak on display.
"They're very, umm, big!" replied Molly with a smile. "Allen is a very
lucky man. Have you tested them out yet?" she asked with a cheeky grin
on her face. I felt my face flush red as I nodded.
Molly laughed. "You know how to keep your man happy," she replied. "But
none of this explains why you aren't wearing a bra, Janice."
"It's international no bra day, Molly, so I decided to let the girls go
free for today," I replied, trying to sound as sincere as possible.
"Oh Janice, you really make me laugh, theres no way I'd do that, even
with my little ones, never mind you doing it with your giant knockers!
aren't you uncomfortable?"
The truth was I was really uncomfortable, the constant bouncing of my
breasts was causing my chest to ache, but I just smiled and told Molly
it felt liberating. I went to my desk and sat down, delighted to get
off my heels and to give myself some relief from my boobs bouncing
heavily with every step. I kicked my heels off under my desk and
stretched my toes out, which felt absolutely wonderful. The morning in
the office passed by without much incident.
Molly and I went outside for our mid morning smoke, and I told her
about what had happened on the bus and how I'd agreed to go and meet
Matthew for lunch. Molly raised an eyebrow as I told her what had
happened, and jokingly called me a cougar! I tried to laugh it off, but
I hated the thought of Molly thinking of me as a sexually active
female, I wanted her to see the real me, Michael, but that was
impossible as I stood there looking ultra feminine beside Molly, who
today was wearing a pant suit instead of a skirt like me. It always
made me feel worse when I looked more feminine than other women who I
was with, which was increasingly the case. I caught my reflection in
the window as I stood there, a short, extremely busty blonde woman with
obviously fake lips, my arms folded under my breasts as I tried to
relieve some of their weight, my cigarette held delicately between
fingers topped with ridiculously long red nails. I couldn't have looked
more feminine if I tried, a fact made even more stark by the bright red
lipstick marks on the filter of my cigarette. The only positive about
my morning so far was that my body still wasn't horny following last
nights sex with Allen.
Later that morning my phone buzzed with a text message. I took it from
bag and swiped it open. The message was from Matthew, saying he would
be at the coffee shop in about twenty minutes. I messaged him saying I
would see him then, but I could feel my stomach already knotting up in
dread. I put my phone back inside my handbag, then took out my makeup
bag and repaired my lipstick, which had faded and rubbed off on the
side of my coffee cup over the course of the morning. I gave my long
eyelashes another quick coat of mascara to keep them looking fresh and
finally give myself a fresh squirt of perfume. I walked the short
distance to the coffee shop, the click clack of my heels echoing in my
ears with every step, my breasts bouncing and my huge heavy earrings
pulling on my ear lobes as I wiggled down the street, my lips and
unsupported breasts getting curious looks by people as I walked past
them.
When I got to the cafe, I gingerly made my way over the uneven path
that led to it, a simple task made a lot more difficult by my four inch
heels, and my view downwards obscured by my protruding chest so I
couldn't really see where I was stepping. I found a table outside and
lowered my huge ass onto a chair. I glanced around and could see no
sign of Matthew. Even after all these months my natural reaction to
sitting was to sit with my legs apart the way I did when I was a guy,
but I couldn't do that without giving everyone a look at my panties, so
I crossed my legs and set my handbag on the table.
I felt so self conscious sitting there on my own. It almost felt that I
was on display. I really wanted to hide away, to hide my lips, to hide
my breasts, but I didn't even have a jacket to put on, and my thin
white blouse was tightly stretched across my chest. I spotted Matthew
coming down the path and waved over to get his attention. He spotted me
and came down and sat by my table. "Is your arm OK?" I asked as he sat
down. "Yes, it's fine, it's only a scratch," he replied holding his arm
up to show me. I thanked him for catching me and he laughed and said I
was quite a catch. I laughed at his lame joke, and we chatted easily
about nothing for a few minutes.
Matthew ordered us both coffees and I asked if he minded if i smoked,
which he thankfully didn't. Over the next ten or fifteen minutes
Matthew chatted a lot, making me laugh out loud on a few occasions with
his silly jokes and witty observations. I don't think I had laughed
this much since the swap, and I had to admit I was enjoying Matthews
company.
"Are you married, Janice?" asked Matthew. I glanced at my hands which I
had placed on the table, and the engagement and wedding rings that I
had worn ever since the swap. "Yes," I replied, my small high pitched
voice a huge contrast to Matthews huge deep booming voice.
"You don't sound too enthusiastic about it," replied Matthew with a
kind smile. I felt my face burning with shame, I didn't really want to
talk about this with Matthew. I didn't really know how to react, or
what to say. I rubbed my knee with the palm of my hand to satisfy an
itch, being careful not to snag my pantyhose with my ultra long nails.
"Its just, I dunno...." I started, before not being able to find the
words or know what to say. "Are you bored?" Matthew asked. I looked
away from him, unable to look him in the eye, before nodding my head.
"You could say that" I said, "I seem to spend my life cooking and
cleaning, looking after him, while he goes out to work, has a great
social life, while I get to keep the house nice and do this volunteer
work one day a week." I continued, as I found myself talking about my
situation I found myself getting angry.
"Have you never thought of leaving him?" Matthew asked sympathetically.
I shook my head. "How can I? I have no money, no job, no real
qualifications. I'd have nowhere to live, I'd be broke. Things might
not be perfect for me, but they could be much worse. He provides
everything I need, without him I have nothing," I said bitterly.
Matthew nodded to show he understood my position. "What about you?" I
asked. "Have you got a wife or girlfriend?" Matthew shook his head.
"No," he replied. "I can't seem to find the right woman," he said while
smiling at me.
"How old are you Matthew?" I asked. "I'm thirty two tomorrow. What
about you?" "A lot older than you," I said with a humourless laugh.
"You cant be that much older, what are you, thirty eight? Thirty nine?"
he asked. I shook my head again. "I'm older than lot, a lot older."
Matthew smiled. "That's OK", he said, "I've a thing for older women."
I didnt quite know what to do or say, I was starting to feel seriously
uncomfortable about the situation I found myself in. "I'm married, and
besides, even if I wasn't, I'm far too old for you" I said trying to
put him off. Matthew reached over and held my hand, which was resting
on my handbag on the table.
"You are a very beautiful woman Janice, you are everything I look for
in a woman," he said as he held my hand. But as he held it something
strange happened. His touch on my hand made me feel like he had hit
every G spot on my body at the same time. I felt instantly aroused, I
could feel my nipples instantly harden and my pussy started twitching
in anticipation. I gasped at the sensation as it almost took my breath
away, I had never felt arousal like this ever and I really didn't know
what to do. I pulled my hand away from Matthew and the sensations
started to subside almost instantly.
"Are you ok?" asked Matthew. "Yeah, yes, I'm fine," I stuttered as I
rifled through my handbag for my cigarettes and lighter and with
shaking hands lit another cigarette, in an attempt to calm myself down.
"I've got a day off for my birthday tomorrow, why don't you come round
to mine and I'll cook us a nice meal, and you can celebrate my birthday
with me?" Matthew asked.
I blew a long plume of blue smoke upwards, trying to think of something
to say. "Oh come on Janice, it will be fun, I'm new to the area so
haven't really got many friends yet, and don't really want to spend my
birthday on my own."
"I'll think about, but I'm not promising anything," I said, although in
my head I had no intention of meeting him, I would fine it easier to
text him and say I wasn't coming rather than tell him to his face.
"Brilliant, I'll message you tomorrow with my address," said Matthew
with a beaming smile. I tried to smile back as sincerely as possible,
but inside I was cringing, as spending my lunch hour getting chatted up
by a guy was not my idea of fun.
We both stood up to leave, and Matthew grabbed my hands again and then
thanked me for meeting him for coffee. But once again as soon as he
touched me my body experienced the super intense arousal I felt before,
my knees even trembled and I held Matthew tightly as I thought I might
lose my balance in my towering heels. I felt my face flush red as I let
go of Matthew and steadied myself by holding on to the table. My mind
was racing. What was happening when I touched him? this wasn't normal.
The feelings I got when we touched were so strong and powerful I didnt
want to let go, yet at the same time my male mind was repulsed. The
disconnect between what my mind wanted and what this body wanted were
the apposite of each other, and looking like I did. and getting the
unwanted male attention that I did, made things a whole lot worse.
I just wanted to turn and run away, although running in these heels and
with no bra supporting my mammoth 36G boobs, I doubt I would get very
far very quickly. Instead of running away though, I walked back to the
office with Matthew, as he was going in the same direction. What had
started off as a major inconvenience, having no bra was now starting to
get painful and irritating. My chest hurt from the constant movement,
and my nipples were sore from the constant rubbing against my blouse,
which rather annoyingly had left them puffy and swollen and clearly
visible along with the dark areola, as my thin white blouse left little
to the imagination.
Back in the office I had to spend the afternoon fending off questions
from Molly about my lunch time coffee with Matthew. I never mentioned
how his touch had made me feel, but it was all I could think about all
afternoon and the more I thought about it, the more turned on I would
get, to such an event that by the time it was time to go home my
panties were soaked again. Melissa had sent me a message to say she
would meet me after work, and when I explained I had no car had happily
agreed to pick me up from work.
It was a big relief not to have to get the bus again, and when she
pulled up outside work I hurried to her car.
"Why aren't you wearing a bra!?" she asked after watching me bounce
across the street towards the car. "It's international no bra day and I
thought I'd let the girls out for the day," I replied, just as Mrs
Harris had ordered. But Melissa wasn't fooled.
"That bitch made you do this!" she sad angrily. "I was going to see if
you wanted to go for a quick something to eat, but I don't think its
right taking you out looking like that. Everyone will be staring at
you. I'll take you home instead." I thanked her and when we got home we
both went inside. Once inside I kicked off my heels, feeling instant
relief, and Melissa and I chatted about our days, although through
embarrassment I never mentioned my meeting with Matthew.
As we chatted the doorbell rang. I felt a chill run through me as I
figured it was probably Mrs Harris, a suspicion confirmed when I opened
the door, and she walked into the house. "Hi girls," she chirped, once
again looking far too smug in my old body. "How did you enjoy going
braless, Janice? Was it fun bouncing about all day?" she laughed.
"Anyway," she continued, "the reason i'm here is to i've got some good
news for you. I'm going to be away on vacation for the next two weeks,
so I wont be seeing you for a while. But as you've been a good sport,
I've decided to bring some happiness into your life. I meant to tell
you this morning, but I forgot. The next time you hold a man, you are
going to feel incredibly aroused, and feel that way every time you have
physical contact with him. It will make it easier for you to play the
part of the meek and submissive housewife. But don't be going hugging
any strange men, because it will only work on one person."
My mind was reeling. This would explain what happened earlier with
Matthew. I don't know whether Mrs Harris new about Matthew, but she
gave no indication that she did. With that, Mrs Harris got up and let
herself out, leaving me and Melissa alone.
"Why is she such a complete bastard?" said Melissa, resting her hand on
my nylon clad knee. "We need to get our heads together and work out how
to get you swapped back, there must be a way, and I will work it out,"
she said, as she absentmindedly rubbed my leg, which was starting to
turn me on.
"I need to get home, honey," she said, but I will text you later.
"Please try and keep your spirits up," she added before leaning in and
kissing me softly on my puffy lips, leaving her lips the same colour as
mine as my sticky red lipstick now also covered her mouth. "You might
want to wipe your mouth, you've got my lippy all over it," I said.
Melissa laughed. "I'll add that to the long list of things i never
thought I'd ever hear you say," she replied. After Melissa left, the
rest of my evening was pretty much a carbon copy of the one before. I
found myself sucking Allens cock, before taking him to bed. However one
major difference was when we were having sex, it wasn't my usual
fantasy with Melissa I played in my head to take my mind of getting
fucked by a 51 year old man, but it was getting fucked by Matthew that
I was thinking about. This destroyed my train of thought so much that I
never controlled Allens rhythm, and he shot his load deep insight me
before I was anywhere near orgasm, leaving me lying there horny and
unsatisfied, as he rolled over and started snoring. "I'm going to need
to call Matthew tomorrow, I badly need a good fuck!" I though to
myself, as I lay on my side cradling my huge tits and tried to get
comfortable.
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