It arrived in the mail. No return address. And it completely changed my life. 4 Weeks ago I was a heterosexual male. I had just entered a relationship with the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I couldn't believe my luck. Lauren was a 5' 6" brunette, measuring in at 34C-24-36 and 110lbs. I myself stand at 6' 1", 190lbs and very muscular. But it was all about to change.
Chapter 1: Arrival
One morning I got a package from a mysterious sender, inside was a note that just said, "After 4 weeks of training, pass it on". It made no sense. Inside was a white set of panties, and a white brassiere. This wasn't your average brassiere however it didn't have any cups. It was a training bra. A bra designed for young girls who are beginning to develop breasts. I wondered why anyone would send me this, as I had no use for it. Still there was something strange about it. It was so soft, the fabric felt so good. I began to rub the panties against my skin and I got a raging hard on like I've never felt before. Just then Lauren walked in and caught me. "David! What are you doing??? Who's are they???!" "Lauren! It's not what you think. It just arrived in the mail, I guess I just got a little carried away." I replied. "So I see." She grinned as she saw the bulge in my pants. "I guess it would be a waste not to use the boner now." She knelt down and gave me the greatest blowjob, and what turned out to be my last, ever.
Afterwards, I cleaned myself up and tried to explain to Lauren what she saw earlier. She chuckled and said "Never mind about that now, I just popped in to visit before I went to work. But what are you going to do with your new training bra. Finally becoming a woman are we?" "Fuck you" I said, "I'll guess I'll just get rid of it" "Try them on," she said "you might enjoy it" She winked and left. And with good timing, I had another raging hard on. I sat naked in my bedroom with my mystery lingerie wondering what to do. The soft fabric was so tempting, drawing me in. I eventually succumbed and slipped on the panties and struggled with clasping the bra. After a few minutes I got it. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror, I looked stupid. I went to take off the bra and couldn't find the clasp. I searched frantically and still could not find where to take off the mystery brassiere. It was at this point I noticed that there was someone watching me. My curtains were wide open and my neighbor Christie was watching me the whole time!! I panicked and closed the curtains. I felt so embarrassed but I had a bigger problem, I was stuck wearing this bra and panty set. I couldn't get either of them off!
Just then, there was a knock at the door. I pulled on a robe and went to investigate. It was Christie. Oh shit! What do I do? "Dave, I know that you're there! I want to talk to you, open up!" I sheepishly opened the door to my peeping tom neighbor. She smirked and walk on in and closed the door behind her. "So, you like to dress up?" she asked. "No I was just...." I tried to explain. "Don't try to talk, I know you've been a bad girl." She emphasized the last word given what she knew I was wearing. "Take off the robe" Christie demanded. "I have a girlfriend Christie, I can't ......" I started. "I wasn't asking bitch, take the fucking thing off so I can see your little training boobies" she ordered "and dance for me."
I don't know why I did, I felt powerless to whatever she said. And I danced for her. Soon she started to join in and stripped down to her bra and panties. Her set was much better. Her measurements are: 36D-26-37, 5'7" and 120lbs. Her wavy blonde hair cascaded down her back as she unhooked her large bra. There was a part of me that was jealous because of the mounds that filled her cups and I with the chest of a prepubescent girl. Before I knew it, we were going at it like teenagers; only I failed to rise to the occasion. It has never happened to me before, but no matter what she did, I couldn't get an erection. "Well, so much for that" she dressed and left. I fell back onto the bed and fell asleep.
Chapter 2: New Beginnings
I woke up the next morning and felt strange. Suddenly I remembered yesterday's events; the package, the bra, Christie. I shot up out of bed and looked down. I was still wearing the mysterious lingerie. I got up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Something was off, but I couldn't figure it out. I needed to pee badly and so I slid down the panties. "Hey they came off.... WHAT THE FUCK!" Yesterday I couldn't remove the underwear today I could slide them down and see my vagina. I stood in shock as my eyes deceived me. My cock was gone. No sign of my balls either. Just a slit, with a mound of blonde hair. I didn't know what to do. I rang Lauren but I got no answer. I rang my buddy, Steve, but he didn't answer. There was no answer at Lauren's apartment, so I drove to Steve's desperately looking for help. Lauren answered the door. "Lauren?? What the fuck are you doing here?" "David, wait I can explain!" "Save it, bitch, I don't want to hear it." I left and drove home, when I got in, I started crying. I'm not sure if it was my new womanhood or that I had fallen for Lauren in the weeks I had known her, but I felt really vulnerable right now.
A knock at the door. I opened up, wiping my tears away and looked up to see Christie. "Can I come in Dave?" she asked. I invited her in and I broke down and told her about Lauren at Steve's place. She comforted me for a while. It was nice. She put her arm around me. "Dave, you're still wearing that bra." "Oh, I guess I've gotten used to it. It won't come off. After I put it on the other day, I think you'll remember that..." I said and she nodded along. "Well after I put it on the clasp disappeared and I can't pull it off. It's stuck." She tried pulling it over my head but it wouldn't budge. "That's weird." She said. "What about your panties? Are they stuck too?" I went bright red in the face. "Did I say something wrong?" she said. "Oh no, it's just, well, they were stuck yesterday, but today I could take them off." I stammered. "Oh really? Wonder why that is." "I know why. Let me show you." I grabbed her hand and put it on my crotch. She gasped, "Whoa, yesterday you had a cock, I felt it! But now it's gone!!" "Yep, so my guess is that I could take them off because I'm now a woman down there, and the bra isn't finished its job yet." I proclaimed. "You may be right there, right let's get to it then!" she exclaimed. "To what?" "Your training silly! I'll teach you to be a woman."
Training! The note now made sense. I now knew what it meant. It said I had to pass it on in 4 weeks. So I had 4 weeks of training and then I had to give someone else to go through the same thing. But what would happen if I didn't? I don't know, not sure if I want to.
Chapter 3: Developments
I spent the day with Christie and she taught me the basics of handling my new downstairs. She gave me make-up tips and she even waxed my downstairs, which was a different experience... At 11.30pm she decided to go home, we kissed at the door and awkwardly bid each other good night. I felt wetness in my new vagina, I became flushed and I grew hornier than ever before. As I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my nipples standing out, reaching under the training bra, I rubbed my nipples. They were so sensitive! My orgasm started to build. With my other hand, I slid into my panties and began to rub my clit as I have done to many girls in the past. The feeling was amazing. As a man, I never felt anything as amazing. As my fingers penetrated my virgin vagina, I began to fantasise about a huge cock fucking me. A low moan escaped my mouth as I had my first female orgasm. I lay on the bed, sweating, and breathing heavily. I drifted of to sleep.
I awoke the next morning feeling fantastic, after last night I began to enjoy my new self. I walked to the bathroom and felt my hips swaying as I did so, I examined my body and noticed I was shorter, softer, mostly hairless apart from my crotch and head, which was now completely blonde, and my eyes had become a deep blue. My eyelashes had become longer and my eyes wider, full pouting lips, and a graceful feminine face. My arms and legs had lost all muscle definition, but were still very toned, small delicate hands, dainty feet, I had the body of a goddess. Apart from two things, my breasts were still flat as a pancake. My nipples were bigger and even more sensitive than before. I spent all morning exploring myself. At around midday, Christie came in and saw me admiring myself. "Holy shit Dave! You've changed so much since last night! You look gorgeous." She smiled. "It's hard to believe I was a man a couple days ago" I gasped, I hadn't heard my voice, it was a high soprano, female voice. I was almost complete. Again, I cried but this time I was happy. Over the next week my hair grew to halfway down my back. Two weeks after I tried on the bra, I had a fully formed female body; I was 5'10", 110lbs, a 24" waist and 36" waist, still boob-less though. Christie and I had become lovers, I moved out of my house and into hers next door. She helped me pick out a new wardrobe and helped me get hold of money, food and everything I needed to get by. I quit my job and tried to figure out what to do about my lack of identity. I was a lost little girl without a name.
Chapter 4: Explanation.
It was the beginning of my third week of womanhood. I was in town walking around and I noticed something. I was bouncing with every step. I stopped in the middle of the mall and looked down. My chest was sticking out, not by much but I had some definite boobage! I went to the nearest ladies room and entered a stall and pulled off my top. I cupped my new assets, while nowhere near as magnificent as Christies or Laurens, they were my own and I was proud. I rushed home to share the news with Christie, and I found her talking with Lauren. "What the fuck is she doing here?" I asked. "David? Oh my! Look at you, you're gorgeous!" Lauren said. "That bra did a better job on you!" "Better job what do you mean?" "I sent you the bra, the reason I was at Steve's, is because I am Steve. The bra arrived at my house from out of nowhere, and I became Lauren, and I passed it on to you." I was in shock; I didn't know what to say. Christie smiled and said, "Hey, you've got boobs" I blushed, "Yeah, popped up today" "David you have to be careful from here on in. Once you reach a full A-cup, tomorrow most likely, you will be able to remove the bra. If you keep it on, they'll keep growing" She said "That's what the warning about 4 weeks means. I removed mine because I though C cup looked great on mean, I kind of wish I went with Ds but too late for that now" "With your taller frame, you should have at least Ds, Dave" Christie suggested. "Please, call me Danielle" I said. At that moment there was a flash of light. My wallet on the table changed into a female purse. Inside my ID cards updated themselves; I checked my driver's licence, social security, passport, and birth certificate, it all changed when I picked my new name! "Same thing happened to me." Lauren said. 6 days later I was sat with an excellent pair of DD breasts on my 34" bust. Reason (along with Christie and Lauren) told me to stop. But I kept going. I had 3 days left and I now had a 36F chest. Lauren intervened for me and stopped me going further. My training was over. I removed them, washed them and mailed them to my cousin. He confessed to me at a young age that he always wished he were born a girl. He moved to Europe and cross-dressed there at a club. I sent him the same mysterious note and hoped he has as wonderful a time as I did.
Epilogue
Two years on and Lauren, Christie and I have become a lesbian threesome. We've also decided to have children, we all want one each but I get to go first as it was my idea! I'm so excited. I have been fertilised by our chosen sperm donor, a Harvard graduate, very successful according to his profile and in 9 months I will have a baby. I am so excited! I can't wait! I also can't help but wonder, where that bra went, how many people have shared its wonderful gift.
To Be Continued.....