Friday evening:

Being a bit of a loner, a few friends but not many. Life was going nowhere. I worked from home only visiting the office twice a year. The last time was last week. To give myself a lift I decided to visit the fair ground that had just set up at the local park. Big Wheel, Waltzer, Dodgems. Etc. As I strolled around I was drawn to a rather pretty girl. Skinny jeans and tight top that accentuated her bust, and probably 3 inch heels. Some males who obviously thought they were Gods gift, buzzed round her like bees and an open honey pot.

Slot machines next, played a few and won some, lost some. The pretty girl was still leading an entourage, all vying for her attention.

‘If only I had that many friends, if I was a pretty female. I’m sure I’d have loads of friends, if only. Oh if wishes were horses, we wouldn’t have to walk.

Next machine, spin ball. A row of nine cups, the middle one was win the 8 others lose. I pulled the lever down and released, the steel ball shot round the rails a couple of times then bounced across the cups. It landed in the win. Nothing happened, knocking the frame to coax out my winnings. Nothing.

The stall owner rushed up standing what looked like a foot taller than me and very intimidating.

“It’s not working, that’s why it says out of order. So don’t thump it again.” Then left.

I moved to the machine next to it as if I was going to play it. When a printed card was delivered to the pay cup. Taking the card I noticed the power lead was unplugged.

I left with the card in my pocket. Seeking another stall with slot machines.

I found one. I left the fairground with about £1 up.

When I arrived home I took the card and looked at the design on the front. It seemed to be one of those pictures that you either see straight away or someone has to describe it. Turning it over there were 5 printed words.

‘YOUR DESIRES HAVE BEEN GRANTED’.

What desires? Was this like a form of fortune cookie? Oh well time for shower, teeth and bed, I’ll shave tomorrow morning.

Saturday morning:

Back in the shower, my hair seemed more full. I stepped out and wrapped a towel round my waist. ‘Mmmm, it looked I need to watch my weight, Moobs were being to form. With a basin of hot water I splashed my face. Huh there was no rough stubble, nothing. What was going on?’  I don’t remember shaving last night. Oh well no shave today.

Back to the bedroom, dried and now dress casual today, no work. My cotton briefs were loose around my waist but snug over my hips. My jeans were the same. When I pulled a t-shirt on it made my Moobs even more pronounced.

Perhaps I’d better buy a couple of next size shirts and even jeans.

Mid morning I decided to do just that.

In the department store I picked out two t-shirts and two pairs of jeans. Someone had put ladies jeans on the mens pile. The shirts were fine the jeans were a brilliant fit. Taking them off I saw the number 14. 14!!!

Light bulb moment. If ladies jeans were a better fit round my hips and waist, would ladies blouses or tops be a better fit to cover my Moobs? Let me try. Selecting a couple of tops with the same 14 in them, a little tight. I looked for a 15, nothing 16 perhaps. Yes quite a few choosing a couple, a much better fit.

I bought them and returned home. I changed into one of the pairs of new jeans a blouse. They felt so good, they made me feel good. I’ll have to buy more of these, perhaps some underpants as well. After my usual day it normal ablutions.

I noticed the water in the shower wasn’t running away as usual. Time to check the waste pipe again. The trap had quite a lot of hair in it. Cleared and back in place I resumed my shower. My arms, my legs were almost hairless, my chest hair gone. I’d never been very hirsute, but what I did have, had thinned to almost nothing. My head hair felt thicker and slightly longer. Well it’s Sunday tomorrow, no barbers open in town.

Standing in front of the toilet to pee. Mmmm strange even that felt different. It had seemed to have shrunk. I gave it a stroke or two. It responded by swelling nicely, a warm feeling swept through me. My nipples erected, that hadn’t happened before, this is nice. Let’s take this to the bedroom. I laid on the towel on my bed and began to tweak both my nipples, rubbing and pulling them. My erection was twitching and throbbing by itself. The more I played with my moobs, the better I felt. Then completely out of nowhere I felt the tingling sensation of my impending orgasm. My cream began pumping onto my recently washed tummy, pooling in my tummy button. Intending to grab a tissue to clean it up. I didn’t I used my fingers. Next my fingers were in my mouth and I was eating my own juice. Not bad, a little salty perhaps, but certainly not unpleasant. The usual happened after a good cum. With or without a partner. I fell asleep.

Sunday

I woke feeling a little chilly, I’d slept naked. My tummy had dried cum on it.

‘Better shower and the usual. I was going to shave first, still no stubble, completely smooth. My head hair had got longer as I had slept, my moobs were even more pronounced, almost big enough to be boobs. There was definitely some cuppage. If that’s a word. My pubes had thinned into a definite triangle. My cock, ‘where’s my cock p, it’s gone. Nothing just a opening between my legs!

I almost fainted as I grasped the basin for support. I staggered back to my bedroom and fell on my bed. I must have passed out. When I came to, I fumbled to find my best friend, it was not there, neither were his two friends. But what was there felt wonderful as I investigated it’s wondrous folds. I found a special spot that was almost an electric shock as I touched it. What was more amazing was my friend complete and his friends reappeared from within.

“Oh wow this is different, pleasant but different.” I uttered aloud to my self.

Mmmm I moaned as my cock once again raised itself to look at the world through its one eye. My fingers once again found my very erect nipples. Slowly I thought not fast and furious. This time I’m going to pleasure myself and take my time. With one hand alternating between my sensitive nipples the other holding my cock. Slowly was removed from my vocabulary. Raising myself to watch my hand as it pumped up and down. The tingle started. I held my cock to prevent a slow leak. Releasing it the first jet hit my nose, the second onto my lips, some in my mouth. The third onto my chin.

I released my nipples and began scooping my cum into my mouth.  I laid back and promptly fell asleep again.

When I woke the pressure was immense. Rushing naked into the bathroom I didn’t have time to try to find my tucked away cock, so I sat and emptied my bladder. I don’t know why I wiped my self, but I did. Standing looking in the bathroom mirror. My hair was almost at my shoulders. My face more femininely shaped. My boobs seemed more defined by my narrowed waist. My hips flared but not huge. Except for the triangle of hair, the rest had gone. Again no stubble on my chin.

I’d better shower to wash the cum off my body.

Back in the bedroom dripping water, I’d left the towel on the bed.  Mmmm can’t use that, there’s dried cum on it. Clean towel wrapped around my boobs. I’m going to have to buy myself some proper underwear to support these beauties as I hefted them through the towel. That caused a tingle between my legs. Stop that I thought. How do I get the right size? Surf the net! Finding several big department stores offering a fitting service. I found a cross dressers web page of how to size yourself. Using a borrowed bra. If your not sure. She even advised using one from a laundry basket.

I had a key for my neighbour who I frequently watered her plants or fed her small pets, when she was away.

Looking out her car was on her drive. A bit disappointed.

She came out of her front door and saw me looking out.

“Hi, I’m glad I have caught you, I’m off next week, tomorrow morning, can you do the plants and pets?” She called out.

Caught, wow I thought she could see my chest.

“Yes of course, I’ll pop round tomorrow evening.” I replied. “Have a great time.” I added.

“It’s a training course, but I might get lucky with the other attendees. Love the hair by the way. You should get it styled. Or I can do it for you next weekend.” She offered.

“Thanks, I might take you up on that offer.” I responded.

Well who would have thought I’d have an opportunity to check out a bra size so soon. I was excited, but would have to wait until tomorrow.

Monday:

Still no sign of stubble. Hair seems to have stayed at shoulder length.

My boobs inside my top, constantly stimulated by the coarse material. That caused stirring between my thighs. I got through my work as fast as possible.

6pm and with key in hand a steel tape measure. I made my way next door. Feed animals and water plants first. Now the bath/shower room. Would there be a bra in the laundry basket, or would it be empty.

Jackpot. Not only was there a bra, but matching panties and a suspender belt with stockings still attached. Stripping off my top and following the cross dressers web instructions. I wrapped the bra around me backwards. Was it going to reach or be too big. It was a perfect fit. It hooked together. Now the cup size. I twisted it round and managed to slip my arms through the straps. Oh this was incredible, once again perfect. Amazing we had the same size boobs. Needing to take a closer look I wandered into her bedroom, Claudia’s ( my neighbour)  full length mirror caught my reflection. Oh wow I mused it looked fantastic. I wonder if perhaps the discarded panties would enhance the reflection. Back to the laundry basket, my jeans and briefs removed and replaced with her panties, let do the whole 9 yards. I slid each stocking up my legs to the knee then the rest of the way, still with the belt attached. Clipping the belt as best I could only hook one of the two. Then back to the mirror. I was stunned at how I looked in her underwear and my feminine figure. I strolled around her house excited, getting more excited. By the front door there was a pair of heeled mules slippers. I tried to put them on but they were too small.

I wandered round Claudia’s house, I loved the way my boobies jiggled in her bra, the pull of the suspenders on the stockings and the way my rear was caressed by her nylon and lace panties. Unfortunately it was Cinderella time and return to my drab briefs, although I did have my femme jeans and blouse with slip on loafers. I unclipped the stockings and replaced them in the laundry basket followed by the suspender belt and panties, the bra last. I did note the sizes for my own purchases. Over the next four days that Claudia was away. I visited. This time I dressed in her undies before watering the plants a feeding her pets. It was a wonderful hour or so each day.

TvCarole.

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This the first part of this fictional story