I should not talk about this, but I am freaked out, not in a bad way but in a I have to tell someone, because it is too bizarre way. I have always had a fetish to be a woman, at lest to dress as one, and feel all the femininity involved. I was born a football lineman type and far from dainty. In my mind I was always the sweet lesbian, taking extra special care of my girlfriend, lover, or wife. I always pictured myself as a very normal woman with excellent taste in cloths and women. I love to shop for dresses and outfits and fantasias wearing them, of course I am a nice looking brunette with the right fit and nice features to go with the cloths. Harmless fantasies, because I am realistic about the state of my life, I am born male, I am a large male and I will never be a woman, I would not even consider a sex change, I made my peace a long time ago with who I am. Still if I have a few drinks, I go on plus size web sites and shop for entire outfits from the underwear out. I have some serious emotions involved and find myself longing to be female. I tell myself that when I die and am reincarnated, God will take pity on me and send me back as a woman. I went out drinking recently with some old friends, we had lots of beer and shots and at one point, I felt weird, like my drink had been spiked. When I woke up the next morning I felt like a Mac truck had run me over but still I felt like something was new in my system, I sure could not tell you what but it was there alright. Let me cut to the chase, I was hung over and did not drink for a few days, when I did, I bought a six pack of strong beer and a pint of rum to drink with it. I was going to get on the Internet and google my fantasies of being a woman. I looked up my favorite plus size woman's shopping site and started building a wardrobe that would fit me but I would never order. I could never take it beyond fantasies, no matter how power full the driving force in my insides. Ok you are up to speed, here is where it gets weird. I opened the panties section and found a three pack of practical yet pretty panties, I selected the color selection, size and check add to cart. I was going to move on to bras when I felt the oddest feeling. I was disturbed because my pants suddenly felt tight at the waist and my balls felt empty somehow. OK so I was having some guilty alone time, so I wrote it off to my conscience kicking in. I moved on to bras and found the most frilly blue bra that would have made me feel so proud in my alternate life, I ordered it in two colors, rose and deep blue. When I clicked the order button, I immediately felt tight in the chest and odd. That was it, I decided to strip down and remove my cloths as I was obviously getting un comfortable in my own skin. I stood and went to the bathroom, figuring I might as well pee as I dropped trou and then return.When I dropped my pants, I suddenly realized I was wearing the panties I had ordered, and when I removed my shirt, I had on the bra I had ordered, the really weird part was I had tits to fill the bra and a vagina to go with my new panties.
My first reaction was to go to bed and sleep it off, until I slipped my fingers down below and felt the moisture of my new vagina, I quickly felt my breast and sure enough they were real .I went to the computer and picked up my beer can and read the ingredients, there was nothing odd involved. I was perplexed. I decided to do this scientifically and went back to the web site and picked out a pink full length slip and placed it in the cart, no sooner did I click the button, the slip was on my body. Still in disbelief and a bit turned on, I chose a casual dress in a old hippy style, chose the colors and clicked on add to cart, and damn immediately I had the dress on.
I stood and went to the mirror and realized my fantasy of what I would look like as a woman had transformed me, I had medium brunette hair, nicely styled, classy nails and no manly parts left.
Now I had a true dilemma, I was fulfilling my fantasies but not equipped to handle it. I was so turned on yet so freaked out, I could not separate the two. My immediate solution was to open yet another beer, because if I did not pass out, perhaps I could relax and enjoy the moment. I took my fresh beer back to the computer and went back to panties, I changed the size from 4 x to lg, determined to make the panties go away, not wanting that but needing it to happen. I felt the change and a sigh of relief until I got up and went to the mirror in the bathroom and saw the lg panties were fitting me perfectly, I had a waist line smaller than when I was in high school, the panties were so sexy and I was stunned. Not believing my eyes and sure I was out of my mind, I went back, ordered an entire outfit, clicked add to cart and when I returned to the mirror, I was a gorgeous woman, dress just as I had chosen. My mind went wild, was I suddenly a woman? Would I always be one now? Crap, what should I do? I have a job for Christ sakes, I can't show up Monday morning as a woman and just go about my business.
I was freaked out, I went to the cabinet and took a bottle or rum, had a healthy chug and opened a new beer. Back at the web site, I decided to experiment, since I was a plus size, I could not buy really sexy cloths, so I got out og that site and went to a more contemporary woman's site and started over, ordering smaller and smaller sizes of more and more sexy cloths. Damn if my body and size did not adjust to the changes and I was trying on one piece of lingerie after another, and frequently going to the mirror to check myself out. MY vision was blurry now from the beer and rum and I went to bed to sleep it of, knowing I was out of my mind and into some weird fantasy that unfortunately would be gone in the morning. Sure enough when I awoke, with a mammoth head ache, I was me, in all my burl and body hair, I was somehow relieved, but laid there reflecting on how sexy my fantasies had been. I had to assume someone had put acid in my drink and I had a trip, which I would always remember. I continued my life, keeping my secrete, not wanting anyone to know I lost my mind one night, and much less that my fantasies were what they are. It was about two weeks later, I got horny and lonely and decided to buy some booze and do my usual shopping experience and see if I could get off. I was two beers deep before I called up my favorite plus size site and started a new fantasy. I went to hose and then panties, and damn if I did not have the same experience again. "What the heck?"