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"Excuse me, excuse me!" Karen huffed as she made her way angrily to the
front counter of the gym. Her brunette hair was in a ponytail and she
wore a tight purple spandex top and black stretchy pants. Frustration was
visible on her face. "There is a man in the women's dressing room. This
is completely unacceptable. You need to do something about this right
now!" She hadn't even reached the front counter but her eyes were set on
the employee behind it and they seemed startled by her sudden outburst.
"Ma'am, alright, you said there is a man in the women's dressing room?
I'll come with you and get this sorted out. I'm really very sorry about
this," the girl apologized as she came out from the counter and
accompanied Karen back. When they arrived she walked the locker area and
looked around confused. There were a few other women changing but she
didn't see any men in the area.
"Right there! That man right there." Karen pointed accusingly at a
brunette woman that was finishing changing. An exasperated look quickly
grew on the new woman's face as she sighed heavily.
"I have as much right to be here as you do," the woman said quietly as
she finished putting her workout clothes in her bag and zipped it up.
"He's clearly one of those trans-sex-gender people and I don't feel
comfortable with him here lewdly staring at me while I change. If you
won't do something about this I'll call your manager... or... or... the
police!"
The employee who's name tag read "Tina" groaned internally at hearing
this. She hadn't expected to have someone so ignorant ruin her day like
this but here she was. She recognized Carey, a regular at the gym that
had been with them for a couple of years now and there had never been a
complaint about her in the past. She knew she had as much right here as
any other woman and this over zealous lady was being as transphobic as
anyone she'd seen.
"Ma'am, this woman has every right to be here as much as you do. Clearly
she's finishing up for the day and just wants to go home. I recommend you
do the same."
The redness rose in Karen's face as she heard this, "this is just
unacceptable!" She quickly grabbed her things from her locker and shoved
them into her bag, not even taking the time to change herself. She
rounded on the employee and pointed her finger angrily, "I'll be calling
your manager when I get home and maybe the local news too."
Karen stomped out of the changing room with a sneer at Tina and Carey,
not waiting to hear the conversation between the two women as she left
the building, got in her car, and drove home fuming the entire way.
Later, when Karen arrived home to her apartment she tossed her keys onto
the table and went to her room with her gym bag to change. She huffed and
spoke to herself about the encounter she had, saying nasty things about
the two women from the gym and how there would be hell to pay. After she
finished changing into some lounging clothes she quickly fired off an
angry email to the gym's corporate customer service and penned a nasty
Facebook post about the incident. Her overuse of upset emojis would have
been enough for a dozen posts.
As the evening passed and she forgot about what had happened she finished
an episode of a new dating, reality TV show named Pizza Amore where the
contestants would meet at a pizza parlor and be paired with potential
dates based on their topping and crust choices. There had been a heated
argument between a couple of the women about whether or not pineapple
should be on pizza and one of the men broke down crying over a story
about how it was his childhood pet's favorite topping and he'd never been
able to eat anything else since then. It was just the right kind of drama
that fueled her and she fell asleep for the night having forgotten about
her encounter earlier in the day.
The next morning she woke with a yawn and stretched as she made her way
to the bathroom. She quickly did her business and undressed for the
shower. As she washed with her daily routine, eyes still half-closed and
waking up under the warm water she lathered her body wash across her
chest and stopped suddenly. Why did her breasts feel so different? She
looked down at her sudsy chest and with both hands and the falling water
she quickly washed away the soap to to get a better view. She jumped from
the shower to the bath mat and used a towel to wipe the steam from the
full length mirror.
Large and full, her breasts sat high and tight on her chest - an
admirable 36D for her fit 5' 5" frame. The skin was stretched tautly, her
areolas the size of quarters, and her nipples erect. Faintly, an old pink
scar could be seen around the underside of each of her breasts and she
gasped as she ran her hands across them. The scars were new and hadn't
been there before. Why did she have scars? Her breathing began to quicken
as she started to feel her breasts, squeezing and pressing on them. They
felt heavy to her hands and foreign - firmer as if there was something
inside of them plumping them up. She felt breast implants.
"This isn't possible. No, no, no. What's going on?"
Karen started to hyperventilate as she quickly dried her body and started
looking frantically for anything else that might have changed as her mind
raced for an explanation. There was no reason she could think of for why
her breasts would look and feel this way. These weren't her breasts! How
did they get on her chest like this? She continued to stare dumbfounded
in the mirror, a mixture of fear and worry on her face as she found a
small bit of relief that she couldn't find anything else wrong. She held
the strange breasts and ran her fingers gently across them feeling the
sensations. They didn't feel that much different than she remembered but
the nipples and areolas were much smaller than they had been before and
every now and again she could feel a slight shifting from the implants as
she pushed or squeezed. At least everything still felt suitably
sensitive.
Gathering herself she left the bathroom and dressed for the day. It was
her day off and while she'd planned on running a few errands and tidying
up her apartment she wasn't sure what she was going to do now. She Looked
at herself in the mirror with her bra on, turning from side to side and
sticking out her chest as she tried to acclimate. At least she couldn't
tell much difference with clothes on and surely no one else would be able
to either. After getting dressed and spending too much time in front of
the mirror trying to come up with an answer she made a call to her
doctor's office and set an appointment for a few days later. Maybe
something else was going on and there would be an answer for her even
though internally she knew that something had fundamentally changed about
her and that there wasn't going to be a medical answer. Was she losing
her mind or was magic actually real? Why her and why this?
The day passed uneventfully but fitfully as she hesitantly ran her
errands and finished cleaning the apartment. She was very self conscious
when she was out picking up what she needed and she kept pulling on her
jean jacket as if she were trying to close it when she thought people
might be looking at her, even when no one was. Finally when everything
was finished for the day she settled into the couch in her pajamas with a
bottle of wine and more episodes of Pizza Amore. It wasn't long before
she'd fell asleep with a nice light buzz thoughts of the change in her
breasts had been temporarily forgotten.
She woke with a cough and opened her eyes groggily when she realized she
was still on the couch. She only ever slept there when she was upset
about something and that was when she remembered the change in her
breasts from the day before. Pulling her top up she looked down and
sighed to see the new breasts still present and accounted for - her old
breasts an even more difficult image to remember this morning than they
were the day before. With a groan she stood up from the couch and reached
for the wine bottle and glass to take them to the kitchen but she stopped
as she looked at her hands and arms extended.
Again, something was wrong. These weren't her arms. These weren't her
hands. Previously, her arms had been thin and fit with just a hint of
muscle beneath. Her hands were fine and delicate with well kept but short
nails painted a light pink. Now her arms were thicker, still fit and soft
but with just a touch more muscle and there were new darker but sparse
hairs on them where there had only been fine blonde hairs before. Her
hands were also larger and had more defined veins, the fingers that were
long and delicate before still looked delicate with their well kept nails
but the fingers themselves had a thicker quality that made them appear
shorter.
She held her hands in the air turning them front to back and back to
front as she said to herself, "Why me? Why me? What's happening. I just
don't understand," as she cried into her new hands. Like the day before
she spent too much time in front of the mirror looking closely over her
body for other changes and like before she didn't find any. She ran her
hands up and down her body over and over, poking and prodding, rubbing
and pushing. She felt she couldn't believe her eyes anymore and something
else must be wrong but the only thing she felt wrong was a phantom
feeling that the hands touching her body weren't her own despite all of
the proper sensations she felt moving and using them. Only with her eyes
closed could she begin to forget that these weren't the hands she had
yesterday.
By the third morning she was convinced that magic was real. She couldn't
even reasonably believe she'd lost her mind at this point. She called
into work feigning a cough and using one of her PTO days and hinted that
she may take more time off. Unfortunately, while the cough was a good
cover for pretending to be sick she also found herself continuing to do
it throughout the day as she attempted to clear her throat. Today, when
she woke and went to the mirror after confirming that her hands, arms,
and breasts remained changed she immediately noticed what had joined
them. Her face was different, still recognizable as her, but distinctly
different in ways that she could point to. Her forehead and brow were
larger, more broad and pronounced, her chin was stronger than before with
a more defined jawline, and it was her lips that were the most
noticeable. They were puffed and inflated to twice their size than before
with her upper lip larger than the lower. They weren't obscene but she
looked like she had work done on them to plump them up.
It was when she began her new mantra of, "no, no, no," that she heard the
change in her voice that accompanied the change in her face. In her mind
the only way she could describe the sound and the cadence was that of a
woman pretending to be a gay man. Her voice was a higher pitch than
before but just short of a falsetto and she couldn't help herself from
sounding a touch over dramatic in her pronunciations and her choice of
words. No one else would think twice about the way she sounded but her
mind was as ignorant with her mental description as she was about the
woman at the gym. She didn't even notice the overly feminine way she was
now moving and emphasizing everything she said and did.
She spent the day inside her apartment curled up on the couch with a hand
mirror, a container of mint chocolate chip ice cream, a bottle of wine,
and her TV. At some point she used a delivery app to get food but talked
to them through the door and had them leave it on her step so she
wouldn't have to open the door and face anyone. Before falling asleep for
the night, a little drunk and with red eyes from crying, she left a
message on the office manager's number that she would be gone for a few
more days and then promptly fell asleep.
Waking with a grumble and an unfortunate acceptance of what had changed,
she made her way once again to the bathroom. Today she didn't bother
looking in the mirror before doing her business and jumping into the
shower. She washed herself and looked down on her body. At this point she
could hardly recall what her breasts and hands had looked like just a few
days ago as if it were a hazy memory of a memory, just accepting them now
for what they were. When she finally finished and stood in front of her
mirror drying herself off was when she noticed what had changed today.
Her gentle curves had partially flattened out, replaced with fat deposits
that mimicked the shape of her hip bone, and her torso had grown with her
shoulders being noticeably wider. Overall, she still looked rather
feminine but her frame had changed and so apparently had her height. She
was now looking down into her mirror rather than straight across into it.
She didn't know it yet but she had grown from her previous 5' 5" to a 5'
10", having gained 5" inches over night. Sure enough, even her feet had
gotten larger but she hardly cared at this point.
Tomorrow she would see her doctor and get everything straightened out.
Since magic couldn't be real it had to be some rare form of insanity that
had been skewing how she viewed herself. It was weird that all of her
clothes still fit her, right? She told herself this throughout the day as
she occasionally paced, tried on outfit after outfit to look over her new
body, and eventually descending into the same wine infused night she'd
been having all week. At least this night she made it to bed before
falling asleep.
The next morning she began her new routine and found herself standing in
front of the mirror again, looking for that change that she knew was
there, but today was different. As she looked herself over, up and down,
that same strange familiarity with her new body that she so quickly felt
before was present and accounted for, but what wasn't was a new change.
She couldn't find anything different! She gave an enthusiastic holler as
she remembered to take her pill before breakfast this morning and
prepared to go to see her doctor. Since nothing had changed today maybe
it was done? If the doctor could help her figure things out, maybe fix
them somehow... or at the very least the changes felt so normal for her
at this point that she was sure she could live with them as long as
nothing else changed.
When she arrived at the doctor she waited a short time before being
brought into the room. Soon after, Doctor Sullivan entered the room. She
was a woman in her late 50's and she'd been her doctor since she was a
child. She felt comfortable with her and felt like she could open up with
what was happening.
"Karen," she said as she looked down at her chart, "your reason for
visiting today seems rather vague other than that you weren't feeling
well. Why don't you tell me what you're here for and we can go from
there."
"Well, you see... it's a bit hard to say or, er, describe. I haven't been
feeling like myself lately. When I woke up a few days ago I had noticed
my breasts had changed, and then a day later it was my hands, and then
every day since something else about me has changed. I was having a
really hard time coping with it but I feel like I've started to accept
it. You know what I mean?"
Doctor Sullivan looked at her only briefly with confusion but there was
more care and empathy than anything else, "when you say your breasts
changed can you describe what you mean by that?" The doctor was already
intently looking over her arms and her hands.
"I can show you." Feeling comfortable from the years of seeing Doctor
Sullivan, Karen began to remove her top and bra. "See, here and here I
have these scars and when you squeeze them you can feel something
inside!"
The doctor watched and listened as Karen demonstrated and nodded, "your
scars look like they've healed very well. They might be a little more red
lately, possibly from rubbing the underwire of your bra, though they
don't look too bad. I wouldn't say you have any issue there. And it's
completely normal for you to feel a small amount of shifting from your
implants when you squeeze like that. While your muscles and some scar
tissue have formed around them by now, you'll still get a little bit of
movement when you make motions like that."
Dumbfounded, Karen stood confused wondering why the doctor thought it was
so normal that her breasts looked this way. Determined to show her the
full extent of her changes she removed her jeans and panties and stood in
front of Doctor Sullivan, looking down at the much smaller woman. Surely
she'd notice how tall she was now and how different she looked overall.
A touch concerned the doctor says, "I didn't take you for being a
hypochondriac, Karen. Have you been stressed at work lately? Is something
happening in your personal life that's making you feel different"?
"No, I mean yes I've been stressed but it's about this," she said as she
gestured down her body. "I didn't even think about it till now but I
haven't even started my period and that should have been days ago. Hell,
I didn't even remember to bring a tampon with me just in case."
Now seemingly frustrated, the doctor looked at Karen. "We've talked about
this. While in the proper doses your hormones can simulate the feelings
of a period, but it's unnecessary and can be hard on your body. While the
surgery to create your vagina went superbly from what I can tell, you
don't need tampons for anything. Have you been experiencing some
discharge? If so I can take a look or at least get you a referral if we
have to."
Karen's mouth dropped open and words wouldn't come out. Had the doctor
just said "the surgery to create your vagina?" What did she mean by that?
Karen looked down across her body to between her legs and for the first
time recognized the scars in her groin. With a quick look this morning
she hadn't noticed anything unusual and everything felt fine when she
relieved herself. But now, as she stared intently she could see where the
work had been done to fashion the vagina between her legs.
She snapped to attention immediately as if possessed and hurriedly put
her clothes on. "Doctor, I'm sorry to bother you today. I don't know why
I came to you with this. In truth, I've been feeling stressed at work and
I think it was just making me unsure of myself. I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Karen. Stress has a way of getting to all of us
and sometimes it can be harmful. If you notice any changes in your mood
or if you start feeling depressed be sure to contact me right away. Maybe
you should take a few more days off and see if you can relax a little.
Maybe there's someone you can talk to?"
"Thank you. I always appreciate how kind you are. I'll stop at the front
desk on my way out."
"No, don't worry about it. I'll write today in as a follow up. I don't
want to charge you for fifteen minutes of my time. Hopefully I've been
able to reassure you today. Just make sure you take care of yourself."
"I will, thanks." And with that Karen left the doctor's office and went
home to her apartment. When she got inside and locked the door she
staggered to her bedroom unsure of how to feel. What did it all mean? She
took off her clothes until she stood in her room nude and fell backwards
onto her bed. She gathered some pillows behind her back and spread her
legs wide as she inspected her vagina. She lightly stroked her lips and
felt her clitoris - it was still sensitive to the touch. She even
tentatively pressed a finger into herself. She was a bit dry but it was
just as accepting as she remembered. Was this what a transperson's vagina
looked and felt like? Did that mean she had now been born a boy and this
used to be her penis? The implication frightened her a little but she
couldn't help but be impressed by how good it all looked... and felt.
She rolled over to her nightstand and opened the bottom drawer pulling
out a small photo album. Flipping from page to page she saw the woman she
was now in each photo going back in time to her time in college. That was
when she started to notice a difference. First she noticed that by her
second year in college there was a picture of her at the beach and her
breasts were less than half the size they were now. This must have been
before she got implants. There was a picture of her moving into her dorm
in her first year. It wasn't the room she remembered. She had longer hair
tied back and she was wearing baggy clothes but she was moving into the
male dorm and the guy that she had previously remembered as her first
college boyfriend seemed to be her roommate. One last photo in the book
was when she was just twelve years old. It was a family photo and she was
an only child. It was a picture of her and her parents at an old Sears
photograph session except there wasn't a young girl in the picture, there
was a smiling young boy.
That's when it clicked. Whatever had changed her. Whatever magic had
happened. It had made her into a transwoman. That's the term that came to
mind now. She had grown up knowing she was different and always feeling
like she'd been meant to be born a girl. Eventually, through college she
made that a reality and later was blessed enough to have a good job and
supportive parents that allowed her to have her confirmation surgery.
She'd been living as a post-op woman for almost a decade now. These new
thoughts and memories felt different than her original memories, like
they were abridged additions to the life she had originally lived. The
same prejudice and hate, the same ignorance she felt earlier that week
about the woman at the gym was still there and now she felt it about
herself too. She cried into her hands knowing that she would need to
change and find a way to accept what she'd become. To her she felt like
she was being punished and that the life she knew had been taken from her
when in reality life was teaching her acceptance, tolerance, and love.
As a new member of the transgender community she would have to come to
terms with her old ways and feelings and find a new way to accept herself
and others within the LGBT community. She felt sick knowing how nasty she
had been to gay couples in public, the transwoman at the gym, and that
she'd routinely voted for politicians that wanted to restrict LGBT
rights. Now, all of these things would be important to her. She didn't
know it yet but the world would accept her for who she was. While the
magic that had changed her gave her a new perspective on life it hadn't
done so to be cruel or to punish. It only sought to teach her how to be a
better person.
She rolled back into the bed after putting the photo album away and
thought back to that morning just before breakfast. She had remembered to
take her pill then. Inherently she knew how and when to take her
medications. It seemed like some of the basics of who she was now would
come automatically to her. She felt it was a small kindness, that and she
still seemed to have her job, her apartment, and all of her clothes had
changed to be the proper size.
Looking over her body that same feeling of acceptance that seemed to
accompany each change remained. Things didn't look or feel foreign like
they had at each moment before and when she saw here body there was the
silent thought of "this is me." There was no time like the present to
become more acquainted with herself and she found it comforting when she
began to feel a tingle in her genitals. She got up quickly and pulled the
standing mirror over to the edge of her bed and from her top drawer she
brought out a bottle of lube and a purple dildo. The dildo had been there
before, maybe a bit bigger in the past, but the bottle of lube was new.
Previously, she hadn't needed that.
She lay back down, propped on the pillows and kept her legs wide in front
of the mirror. One hand played across her breasts, tweaking and pulling
at her sensitive nipples, the other spreading and fingering her pussy.
Despite their smaller size, her nipples were like fire crackers and were
far more sensitive than her old ones. She yelped and moaned in pleasure
as she was a little rough with them. Her clit sent electric shocks of
pleasure through her as she rubbed and lightly flicked it. Licking and
basically deep throating the middle two fingers on her left hand in
haste, she thoroughly wet them before she pressed them deeply into
herself and finger fucked her new vagina. It was turning her on so much
watching herself masturbate in the mirror.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she panted as her fingers dove in and out, her other
hand now rubbing furiously at her clit. She stopped to catch her breath
and eyed the dildo on the side of her bed hungrily. She leaned over and
excitedly grabbed it, took the bottle of lube and coated it liberally.
Falling back she guided it in and began to passionately slide it in and
out with purpose, her other hand still fixed to her clit. She could hear
the wet noises the dildo made as it was thrust into her pussy over and
over. "Maybe this wasn't so bad," she thought during a brief moment of
clarity just before she was overcome by an orgasm. Waves of pleasure
washed over her as she moaned loudly into her room, her muscles clenched
tightly around the dildo.
After bringing herself to a second orgasm she finally stopped, panting
and sweating, the dildo sat partially still in her vagina as she caught
her breath. She removed it and set about cleaning herself and her room.
That had been amazing and she was thankful that she at least had that.
She'd have to spend some more time soon getting used to her new body.
Just over a week later after a few days of work and finding that for the
most part her life was much like it had been before, she finally went
back to the gym. She had been thinking about her past encounter there
when she was "old Karen." She figured at the very least she would
apologize to the staff member Tina, and if Carey was there she would
apologize to her as well, but when she approached the counter and Tina
saw her, she immediately came around the counter and stood in front of
Karen.
"I'm so glad you came back. I'm really sorry you had to deal with that
the last time you were here. No one should ever make you feel like less
of a woman. After a conversation with my manager we revoked that woman's
membership and she has already been informed she's not welcome back.
Regardless, I'm so glad to see you. I was worried that scared you away."
And just like before a new memory recalled for Karen, but unlike the
abridged version of her new life, this memory was recent, and real, and
she could remember it in detail. A woman had confronted her in the locker
room while she was getting changed and packed to head home for the day.
The woman had insulted her and used slurs, making things up like "trans-
sex-gender person" and referring to her as a "he" over and over again.
She remembered how humiliated and awful she felt, that Tina tried to
console her, and that when she'd gotten to her car she started to cry.
Those feelings hit her like a brick wall and she realized everything had
come back to her full circle.
She swallowed those feelings down and was determined to have a good day
at the gym. She pulled her card out to be scanned as Tina went back
behind the counter.
"Glad to have you back, Carey."
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