It was a strange morning, something just didn't feel right. I have been feeling weird for the last couple of weeks, actually. It was something inside me that felt funny, except for this feeling the world was right. It's been something that was getting to bother me now. I was feeling mushier, I think?
My wife just received a raise and promotion at her job. She was now the vice president of an advertising agency in our small town. We lived in Roanoke, Indiana. Population 25,000 or so. I was a freelance photographer. We had three girl's ages, 18, 20, and 16. I am 37 and my miss is 44. Our wedding anniversary was three weeks ago, married 20 years. My wife stole me from my parents; they resented her for it for a little while. We're all friends now though. My daughters and wife look the same in appearance, more or less, 5' 7" 120 lbs dirty blonde hair, 34b - 25/26- 34 or so. Not that I'm into watching my daughters! Except my wife is 5' 10", 130 lbs., and she's a 32A -22- 35. Her legs are endless. I was 5'10" 175 lbs.
Well back to my odd sensations from within, I noticed that I am thinking differently about things lately. I tend to look at woman's style and appearance more than their bodies like usual. I even started to observe their hairstyles! Instead of just checking out their tits and ass. I have a job to shoot at the Barton mansion at three so I better stop chatting and start getting as not to be late. It's already one and the ride takes an hour, or so.
I woke up the next morning, still feeling strange. I kept getting sexually arousing dreams that woke me up three and I jerked off every time. Dreams of breast on my body and sucking cock (?). NO, couldn't be! Well off to work. I was starting a new assignment for Teen Magazine's Summer Extravaganza. Bathing suits and accessories was to be my subject. During the shoot, my mind keeps looking at the suits and things, instead of the gorgeous models that they were on. What was happening to me?
When I was at home alone during the day, even my television preferences were starting to shift towards feminity. I would begin watching the sports channel and the TV would always end up on Lifetime or the channel 7 soaps.
This went on like this for a couple of weeks and THEN...
I woke up one Saturday to an empty house and BREASTS. After about an hour of shock, I calmed down and looked to see what was going on under my shirt. I went to explore my dilemma with the lingerie that my family had provided for me. My wife's bra was too small in cup and back size, so I moved on. First, I tried the oldest on, Chrissie's, and it was a 34b. I read the label on Mandy's (my middle child) bra and it was a 34b, also. They were both to small in all ways. Finally, my smallest Liz's bra read 36b, so I gave it a try. The back fit nice, but my breasts were being pushed out the top. So off to the store I went!
After approaching the mall, I noticed that nobody even looked at me funny, considering the breast and all. In I went and walked right to the Victoria Secret. Immediately, I saw some styles that I liked, figured 36c and went to try them on. It was sooo weird that noone not even the lady in the fitting room said anything. Not a snicker or a sir this dressing room is for woman! Nothing! What was going on?
The 36c fit perfect. I ended up buying three bras: dark blue, green, and a pinkish flowered one, with matching panties, respectively. At this point, I started journal to log my changes.
I went home quickly and put on my blue set. All of a sudden my wife was home and I was relieved that there was someone I could show my new appendages. I walked out of our bedroom in my newly purchased lingerie, and my wife kissed like usual. Like nothing was wrong with this situation. The more I seemed to mention them, the more she would change the subject. Finally after about an hour of this, she said ok if you say that you have breasts then you must. Please leave me alone already! The same thing happened when my kids came home. What was going on, was I just hallucinating all of these things, was I going crazy.
After a couple of days of no one noticing anything, I went shopping to relieve some pinned up frustration(?). I purchased more bras/panty sets, garter sets, and two nice summer dresses.
During the next week, I started to notice some other changes in my appearance. First of all, I hadn't shaved in a week and my face looked like that of an adolescent boy. No shadow or anything. My waist looked smaller, and according to my figures it was three inches thinner. It went from a 34 to a 31. My hair seemed like it grew to quickly for the time allotted. It seemed lighter, more reddish-blonde. It was dark brown before. Even my appetite was changing more toward salads and smaller portions.
After about two months into this ordeal, I summoned up enough courage to wear my dress to my shoot. And do you know what happened? No one noticed the dress on me at all. Help! In these last couples of week, my waist got smaller, down to a 28 inch, my hips got bigger and rounder, from a 32 to 36. My hair was now down to my ass. My face looked like an angel's-so beautiful, with big green/blue bedroom eyes. I also lost 35 lbs up to this point. My penis shriveled up until it was a virgin vagina.
After three months, the physical changes stopped. I was 5'7" tall, 122 lbs, and 33D-22-35 and gorgeous. No one seemed to notice at all. My hair became longer and curlier. Down to my asshole when wet. Now for the internal changes...
Everything that I saw or did seemed different but the same. I was reading more glamour mags instead of sport, my TV choices were all feminine now; my mannerisms were changing to.
After five months, I was proficient in all aspects of womanhood, including hair, nails, make-up, etc. Then one Monday morning I woke up with cramps so bad that I just wanted to die. Then the next day I awoke to a bloody bed and self. I got my period! What's next?
One day I went out to see what my sexual preference was now. When I approached the club, the doorman stated, "The fee was $5 for entry ma'am, and I need ID. Ma'am, finally. I realized that I must have been perceived as a woman from the start of this ordeal.
All of a sudden my appearance seemed to suck men in , and I loved! After five or six White Russians, I went home with Steve, a well-built 25 yr old college student. Arriving at his apartment, my sexual energy was at its limit. I went over to him and unzipped his fly began to massage his member. In a minute, his little was standing at full attention ,and my mouth was waiting. He was about 9 inches. my mouth/mind knew just what to do. I licked his cock and balls, and then inserted the head into mouth and played with it. After five minutes or so, I inserted it all into my mouth. Steve came within three minutes of my oral insertion, and I licked it all up. Mmmm, soo good! Now it was my turn, and Steve knew what I wanted. He started on my breast , as most men do, kissing and teasing. As my nipples became erect the feeling was so intense that I though I could come from that alone. He, then, sucked on the nipples and my lower body began to buck! He licked and nibbled on them for what seemed like hours, and then he moved down further. Kissing and licking his way down my abdomen(driving me crazy), until he reached my wet, musky pussy. I was dripping by then. When he spread my lips and started to lick my clit, I came, again and again. Then if my state of oblivian could get more intense it surely did as he inserted his man meat into me. As he drilled his cock into my virgin pussy, I exploded into wave after wave of orgasm. I passed out!
When I arrived home the next afternoon, my house looked like a lesbian brothel. My daughters and my wife were all over each other. As I came in they attacked me and then I was sucking my wife's pussy as the girls were on my breast. It lasted for hors and it was great.
After the orgy subsided, my wife and kids explained that they had cast a spell on me to make like them. They were all lesbians and they hated to be confined from their way of life, because I came home. Kathy, my wife told me that the spell caused others to see as a woman from the start.
Three years later we all still live in the house together. They are still lesbians and loving it, I'm bi. One day I threw Up all morning and my wife suggested that it looked like I was pregnant. Having had three kids of her own she knew signs. She was right and I'm six weeks pregnant, and I'm so excited. Ta ta for now . Smooches.
thank you
michel
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