The Teeth of the TigerChapter 13 The Explosion
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The Explosion
Jennifer Stickney
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Working in the small shop kept me busy enough that I was able to forget
the horror of the explosion that reduced our house to rubble, taking my
sister and parents. "A gas leak," the investigator had said, which was no
comfort at all. I spent a week going through the rubble, salvaging what I
could, mementos of the family like albums, bits of jewelry and so on. I
rented a condo and moved everything I salvaged into the basement.
My name is Greg, I'm 20, alone now, with no close relatives. The misery of
my plight was not lightened even slightly when the leak had been traced to
a plumber who had incorrectly hooked up the dryer. Between the life
insurance and the settlement from the plumbing company, I would never have
to work again, but the long days alone with the silence ripping my heart
out, my grief seemed to last so long that I took this job just to have
something to do and maybe relieve the tension of my loss. My boss was a
woman named Valerie, a widow that took over the shop when her husband
died. She was the one that mentioned my weight loss.
"You must be down to...what? 125 pounds now Greg?"
"I guess. It doesn't matter, I have nothing left Val."
Valerie was about as old as my mother had been, and she even sounded like
her sometimes.
"It does matter Gregory!" Her anger was evident, and I stayed silent.
"Just look at yourself! Just look at how you have let yourself go! Your
hair is down your back, you weigh less than my daughter did, and you
haven't got the slightest bit of zip in you!" She was right, I was a
pitiful sight, wretched even. "What you need is something, or someone, to
live for. Some reason to get on with your life."
While she was talking I backed against the counter to lean on it and
tripped, hitting the bench hard, causing several gallons of solvent to be
jostled from the top shelf, and it spilled all over me. I was covered in a
highly toxic solvent mixed with oil that we used in appliance repair. It
had soaked through my clothes, and I could feel it burning my skin almost
at once, and ran to the back of the shop and straight into the shower.
My clothes lay in a heap on the floor as I soaped up and rinsed off. My
skin was turning a soft red all over, some places a nice deep red. It was
not hard to notice that almost all traces of my body hair washed off in
the shower, and the hair on my head had also been burned slightly. More of
a singe really. Most of the solvent ran down my shoulders, and then down
my body, enveloping me in the sticky oil down to my feet. Valerie went
upstairs to her apartment, returning with a bundle of clothes.
"These are the only things I have that will even come close to fitting you
Greg."
She handed me a pair of clean panties, which I stepped into, just so that
I was less naked. Then she handed me a pair of tan stretch slacks that had
a zipper on the side, and a plain white blouse. For shoes, she gave me a
pair of brown flats! In her hand she had a pair of knee highs.
"Just in case the shoes are tight." They were, and I ended up wearing the
knee highs just so I could get the shoes on. She pulled my long hair back
and set it in a ponytail for me, then, I glanced in the mirror. What I saw
was a girl! Not ugly, but not pretty either.
"Those clothes fit you rather well!" Her smile set me at ease, then she
added, "You know, you would make a very pretty girl, and even without
makeup you look very nice! We'll have to try it someday." I looked in the
mirror, and knew that she might be right. But I had never been attracted
to women's clothes unless there was a girl inside of them of course, so I
dismissed her remark.
That night, before I undressed, I looked closely at myself in the mirror,
wondering why, and how, so few clothes could make me look so feminine.
Later, as I undressed, I saw the redness was subsiding a bit, and wondered
if Valerie was right. Would I make a pretty girl? Then, could I bring
myself to even try it? I dismissed that thought out of hand and slipped on
a clean tee, made a sandwich and was sitting watching television when I
heard a knock on the door. Without a thought I opened it and saw Valerie
standing there!
"Can I come in?" I let her in, and saw her looking at me strangely. I
looked down, and saw that I still had the panties on!
"I forgot to change them," I said.
"Right," was her answer. She sat some bags on the table and looked at me.
"I brought over a few things that you might want to try on." I started to
open the bags when she said, "they were my daughter's".
I slowly opened them and saw a profusion of color in one bag, white in
another, and shoes in yet another. We stared at each other for a moment,
then she asked me straight out if I had ever considered dressing up as a
girl. I had, after I had seen myself that very day, but I certainly wasn't
going to admit that! My pause told her otherwise.
"Let's take tomorrow off Greg, and see just how pretty you are."
"Why do you want me to dress up so bad Valerie?"
"Ellen used to work in the shop with me, when I had the dress shop that
is. When she was shot my entire world collapsed. I still miss her, and for
a long time now I have wanted to close the repair shop and go back to
selling dresses. Having another woman in the store makes it easier because
one person runs the counter and the other runs the back room." She stood
up and looked at me.
"I was going to tell you pretty soon anyway. I sold the shop. The new
owner is taking over on the first of the month." We looked at each other,
staring, while I tried to make my decision.
"If I even try to do this, I will be myself, whatever that turns out to
be. I'm not Ellen, and I will not try to replace her, be like her, or
anything like that."
"I know that Greg. It was presumptuous of me, bringing these clothes over,
but you did look very feminine today and I thought that you might at least
try it."
I liked Valerie and did not want to lose her friendship. That, coupled
with what I saw in the mirror, also made me wonder what I would look like.
Since I had never dressed like a girl before and only knew what I had seen
that day I was tentative, but willing, so I nodded my head yes. I was
ready for an adventure, and with Valerie to help me I knew that I would be
safe.
"But this is just a test!"
"Great! I'll be over in the morning and we can see just how good you look
when you're all done up right." She left, and I wondered why I had agreed
to do it.
I slept in the panties that night, failing to see any reason to change
them. Besides, they did feel nice. In the morning I made coffee, had a
roll, and was in my robe when Valerie showed up. All business, she and I
sorted through the bags of things she had brought over, giving me clean
panties to change into, then had me sit at the table as she began do to
makeup on me. I was unable to watch as she spent twenty minutes on me
before she wrapped a bra around me, padded the cups with some socks, then
came pantyhose, a blouse followed by a pleated tan skirt, and short brown
heels. She pulled my hair into a ponytail, and had me look in the mirror.
From head to toe I had disappeared! In my place was a very nice looking
girl with great legs, a trim waist, and was, at least to my eyes, quite
pretty.
"I just knew that you would look wonderful Greg!" I had to admit it, she
was right! I didn't look to bad, or at least I thought so.
"What now Valerie?"
"That's for you to decide. We get along fine, and I need help at the new
shop, and like I told you, two women make it easier to run the shop.
That's why I want you to work for me at the dress shop. But, to do that,
you would have to become the girl I see standing here, which would mean
that you would need to dress like this every day. If you decide to do
this, then we'll get your hair styled, your nails done, and some more
clothes. Then we spend hours setting up the shop."
As I said, I had no family, no pressing need to work, and also, no
girlfriend or any other reason to say no, but...
"Nervous?"
"A little I guess. I've never worn women's clothes before."
"Look at yourself. Does that look like a man in a dress?"
"Do I get a discount?"
She hugged me tightly, and smiled at me. "I'll take that as a yes. Let's
start today then. We'll stop at the salon and let them fix you up, get a
bit of lunch, then I'll show you where the new shop is going to be."
She handed me an empty purse which I put my wallet into, and she drove
over to her salon. I soon found myself in a chair as the woman washed my
hair, commenting on how badly it needed to be cut and mentioned the damage
caused by the spilled chemical.
"The chemical you spilled has burned your hair pretty badly in a few
places hon. I'm going to have to cut a lot of it off, and then put in a
soft set perm just so you can control it." Since I had no idea what she
was talking about, I said yes, and she began. Two hours later, when I left
the salon, my hair and nails had been done, and my makeup redone. When I
looked in the mirror shock set in all at once. I looked like a younger
version of my mother!
Valerie and I had lunch, asking me what name I wanted to use!
"I never gave it any thought Valerie. Then I remembered a girl in school
that I admired. Jennifer Lynn. "How about Jennifer?"
"That's a very nice name Jennifer."
Then she drove us over to the new shop. It was inside one of the small
plaza's nearby. The store was really quite large, and workmen were busy
building the counters and changing rooms.
"They should be done by the end of the week, and starting on Monday we
will be busy unpacking."
On the way out I heard one of the men making a comment about me. He said
he would like to jump my bones! I guess that means that he did not know I
was a male! We got back in the car and Valerie drove to a small shop
located across town.
"A friend of mine owns the shop, and she has agreed to help you look more
feminine Jenny."
"I thought I was doing fine Valerie."
"You are, but she is going to improve it anyway. Just do what she says."
Being a male dressing as a female, no matter how nice I looked, still made
me nervous, especially later, when I was told by Cathy, the owner of the
shop to strip!
"You'll just have to trust me Jennifer. I don't bite."
Her smiling face followed me as I went into the small changing booth and
stripped to my panties. From the shoulders up I looked like a 20 year old
girl, from there down I was clearly male, but she seemed to ignore all of
that and started in on me. I stood there as she made a cast of my chest,
then a male mold from that. I watched as she also made a mold of my butt,
upper thighs, and hips. While I washed off the gunk that remained, she
started on the chest mold, and in what seemed like minutes, she had
created a pair of breastforms that looked so lifelike it was scary, and
they matched the color of my skin exactly! Then she started on the hip
pads, and within a few hours she was done. Cathy had also fitted me with a
custom made latex vagina that made me look perfect! She told me that not
only could I have sex, I would start having periods as well! I would have
periods! I was shocked almost to silence. I watched her as she attached
the breastforms to my chest, then the hip padding on my hips. When I
looked in the mirror, every bit of me looked like a female including my
groin. As I got dressed it was obvious that the panties and bra fit
better, the skirt hung like it should, and as I walked around, the new
weight on my chest made me aware that I now had boobs. Valerie took me
home, telling me that she would be back later so we could expand my
wardrobe a bit. Valerie also gave me the mother daughter talk.
"Be a good girl, you don't have to prove anything," that sort of thing,
then I got the girl hygiene class. Wow! I had no idea that girls had so
much to do!
Later that night we went to the mall and I bought more clothes at one time
than in my entire life! Bras, slips, skirts, shorts, blouses, dresses,
shoes, coats, jeans, tops, boots, belts, scarves, panties, pantyhose, a
makeup kit, and so on, until my arms were aching. Shockingly, Valerie said
it "would do", and she took me home, telling me she would be busy for the
next few days and for me to try everything on. It took a while to get used
to all of the new ways to snap, zip, or fasten the clothes, but I managed,
and had everything hung up the next day. I tried my hand at makeup, and
while I was not as good as at the salon, it wasn't bad either. As the
breastforms were attached to my chest and would stay there for a long
time, I had to learn to do makeup and hair, so I washed my makeup off and
started again, and again and again until I was satisfied. On Monday
morning I wore shorts, a top, ankle socks and my gym shoes as I drove to
the new shop. Valerie was there, sorting through a stack of boxes. She and
I spent all day unpacking, ate a small dinner, and went home.
By then I was almost used to the way my breasts restricted me, and having
to sit down to pee and so on. It seemed that my boobs were always in the
way, but to be honest, I was getting fond of them, just like I was
beginning to like being dressed as a girl. So far I had not worn a skirt
or dress to work because of the work we were doing. My hair seemed to
always fall in place, and doing makeup was not quite so hard for me to do
now. The only problem was the guy that worked in a store two shops down. I
knew he had seen me coming and going, three times so far, and by the way
he watched me, I was certain he wanted to meet me, but I did my best to
ignore him. Two weeks later, we opened the shop. We sold primarily prom
and bridal dresses, so I wore a skirt and blouse or a suit every day.
Working in the shop and dressing as a woman every day, was now second
nature for me. I had lost all of my fear of discovery, and had hair and
makeup down pat. We were open almost a month when we did our first
wedding, and I helped Valerie do the pinning on all of the girls. I had
never seen so many naked women in one spot before, but I had to go on like
it was nothing. To them, I was also a young woman. What a day that was! On
the way home I stopped for dinner, and saw my friend from the neighboring
shop sitting across from me. As he got up to walk over to my table and I
looked at him, I was reminded just how masculine he was. Tall, well over
six foot, he had brown eyes set in a chiseled face, a crooked smile, and a
mop of dark curly hair. I now thought of myself as Jennifer at all times,
and reacted to his approach like a female. I was really tired of staying
at home alone every night, and as he approached me I decided that it was
time to change that.
"Hi again. Mind if I sit down?"
"Not at all. Nice to see you again."
"I'm sure you know, but my name is Jeff Jantzen."
"Jennifer Grant," I answered.
"I was wondering, are you single?" he asked. With a nod of my head I
signaled yes. "Would you like to go out to dinner on Friday night and see
the hockey game?"
"I love hockey! That would be very nice Jeff, thank you."
"Can you be ready to go by five? Traffic is going to be tough."
"Of course." I wrote down my address, and he rose and shook my hand, and
left my table and walked out the door. I had my first date!
Because it would be cold at the stadium, I wore black slacks with a white
sweater and boots. My makeup was the minimum I could get away with, my
hair, now longer again, hung across my shoulders like a cape, no longer
sandy brown, but auburn. My jewelry muted and tasteful. My perfume however
was the best I had, my lipstick a soft reddish pink. He was right on time,
and he drove us to a restaurant close to the stadium. Dinner was
wonderful, and our team won the game. Later, as he pulled up in front of
my house, he pulled me to him and kissed me. I felt his tongue against my
lips, and without a thought, opened my mouth to accept him. All at once a
shudder went down my spine as he set off a fire inside of me that I never
expected. I felt myself melting into him as he kissed me, only breaking
away when we both needed air.
"I have to go in Jeff. I had a wonderful time."
I went in, waving to him as he drove away. As I pulled the slacks off, I
was surprised that I could not feel my own manhood inside the special
panty demanding attention. He had really turned me on, a lot more than I
had ever thought possible. I don't know about him, but I was on cloud
nine.
Valerie knew about my date of course and asked me how it went. When I
answered "dreamy," she told me to be careful.
"He thinks you're a woman Jenny, and will try to take you to his bed
sooner or later!"
I had gone back to see Cathy who readjusted me inside of the panty and I
no longer had to worry about being excited again, nor did I have to worry
about it if he ended up in my bed or me in his.
"He only took me out once Val! He might not even ask me out again!"
"I don't believe that and neither do you. Just be careful."
"I will, I promise mom!" She shook her head, sure that the minute he stuck
his tongue in my ear it was all over. Maybe she was right. On Saturday
morning he stopped by the shop to see me. Valerie saw him first and called
for me. I was in the back of the store sorting new stock. My hair had
fallen out, my jeans were dirty, and I had no makeup on. The minute I
stuck my head out he saw me and smiled.
"Hi Jenny. I stopped by to see if you wanted to have dinner tonight."
"It will have to be casual Jeff. Valerie and I have a lot of things to do
tonight."
"That's okay with me, maybe Valerie will join us then." We both looked at
her as she nodded her head yes.
He took us to Italian, then back to the shop. After he left, Valerie
looked at me strangely.
"That man has the look Jen!"
"What look?" I asked stupidly.
"The I've fallen for you, and want you in my bed look!!"
"No!"
"Oh yes, and I think that you're ready to see that he gets what he wants.
Remember when I told you that you needed someone?" I nodded my head yes,
"You have never seemed more alive than after the first time he took you
out Jen. I think you found that someone."
It was true. I had a dream about he and I together, which is something
that had never happened to me before. Me with another male that is. But it
was true. After a year and a few months of dressing as a woman I had begun
to think and react like one, and I knew that I was going to at least try
'it' with Jeff.
"I hope you're right about him Valerie." Her mouth popped open and I
smiled and went back to work.
She was. That night, right after I got home he rang the bell. As soon as I
opened the door he handed me some flowers, holding a bottle of wine in his
other hand.
"I can't get you out of my mind Jennifer. All I think about is you and the
way your lips felt against mine the other night."
I let him in and quickly closed the door. I was hardly a ravaging beauty
right then, but he did not seem to care.
"Let me shower Jeff. I'll be right back." I stripped and showered, shaved
closely, and did a bit of makeup. Clean panties, a pair of shorts and a
top with no bra, with my hair slightly damp, I hurried back to where he
was waiting. He took one look at me, then swept me into his arms and
pulled me close. His hand went around me, his lips touched mine, sending
shivers up and down my back.
"I want you Jennifer Grant. Now. I don't think I can wait any longer." His
hand found my breast as he quickly picked me up and carried me into my
bedroom. His pants were tented out and I knew that he was excited. I
unbuttoned his shirt, and as he took it off I started on his belt and
pants, yanking them down with my fingers.
I pulled the top off, stepped out of my shorts, and stood there waiting
for him to take me. We fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs as he
kissed me all over. I felt my panties slide down, and rolled over to face
him. His hardness poked against his briefs and I took them off, my hand
grabbing him. He lay there as I manipulated him, the velvety hardness so
familiar, yet different.
"Kiss it Jennifer."
My lips found him, and I gave it a lick before my lips surrounded him. As
my head went up and down his hands held my butt. All at once I was filled
and swallowed all I could. My hand never left him as I lay on my back. I
guided him in and felt his weight on top of me as his member pushed
inside, stroking back and forth until he released again. He rolled off of
me and lay back panting as I rolled with him. I got on my knees and
lowered myself onto him, rocking back and forth. I watched his face as my
hands caressed his chest. All at once he expended again, and I knew that
he was dry. I went in the bath to clean up, put on a nightgown, and lay
next to him savoring his scent and warmth. He was gently snoring as I
moved close to him. As he slept I thought about what I had done, and did
not regret any of it because he had turned me on like nobody ever had, and
I loved it. In the morning I arose early, got dressed, and made a small
breakfast. He wanted a return match, but I had to go to work and made him
go home.
I saw a doctor that day and started the procedure to become a female.
Within a few months I had small but definable breasts, wider hips were
getting wider and my skin was smoother. Jeff and I dated, but I did not
sleep with him again although I did take care of his needs once in a
while. At the end of six months I had a full B cup breast and a truly
feminine shape. Everything but my false vagina was relegated to the back
of my closet. Jeff and I had become very close, and I was sure he was
about to ask me to marry him. My doctor told me I was ready for surgery,
so I took a leave and a month later returned a complete woman. A week
later Jeff asked me to marry him, and I did, almost a year later. Valerie,
like all proud mothers gloated whenever she looked at me in my wedding
dress.
On the day we were married, I let him undress me completely. As the dress
fell to the floor and I stood there in my corselet and heels smiling, he
slowly unfastened my corset and as my breasts fell free his mouth found my
nipples. That night I really became a woman as he took me over and over.
It was one explosion after another for two whole days. As he took his
shower I thought about my journey to this point, and smiled to myself.
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