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An Unusual Day

by Swishy

  

It's not a usual day the day you get turned into a girl. Not at all, it never had happened to me before. Never have I been walking to the shops to get the papers only to return sans newspapers but with an ample pair of breasts. I have lived my share of days too. All sorts of days. Hot long days, days on vacation, hung over days alone in my bathroom, paperwork filled days, none of which resulted in me becoming a woman. That day, however, was not one of those days.

At 24, I was a totally unremarkable man and I felt there was nothing wrong with that at all. I was content being an unexceptional man living an unexceptional life. I lived in a big city, big enough not to notice me. I worked for a big company, big enough not to notice me. My spare was spent as ordinary as my time working, pushing papers around desks, I watched movies, played video games and on occasion went for a walk. But that's not why you are reading this story and you are quite right, this is a story about something far more fascinating.

I was up earlier than usual that morning. Which in itself was the was the first thing to go differently that day. It was 6am, quite early for a Saturday in which nothing was planned but I was feeling rotten. My stomach was mounting a mutiny against me for the crimes of a Mexican nature I had committed the previous night. I was trying to soothe it by drinking water, rubbing my shirtless belly and watching Saturday morning cartoons when it happened.

It was subtle at first, barely more than a faint grumbling, I thought it was the stomach about to launch its first attack wave. But stomach pains usually don't make your hair grow at an astonishing rate, which is what happened. My neck was catch unawares by a mass of hair. It slid like some one was pulling a scarf down my neck. I jumped, thinking some insect was crawling over my neck and when I tried to girlishly flick it away I discovered it was hair, blond hair. I spell it, 'blond' because I was still a male at this point, you see. I screamed a horrifying, blood-curdling scream. In hindsight having my hair change color was one of the least unsettling things to happen that day and hardly worth screaming about when compared to what was right about to occur, but I challenge anyone else not keep quiet in such an alarming situation. I screamed long and loud and I'm not surprised my housemate, Andy, woke up and got up to see what the matter was.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Before Andy had arrived in the lounge room I was losing weight, fast. Real fast. I was a chubby fellow for most of my life, always had trouble getting rid of fat but I lost over 20 years worth of bodily harm in seconds. I don't know where the fat was going but it was disappearing. It felt disgusting, like a thousand straws were drinking my fat away. I clutched at my evaporating bulge, trying to save what I had been desperate to lose for years. By the time it was through I was trim, taught, terrific and absolutely terrified. For the second time that day I screamed.

My second scream sent Andy into double time, he ran into the room, hair mussed from a night of well earned sleep. He screamed. The day had only just begun and already it was one the loudest days I've been a part of. I don't blame him for screaming, he had walked in on his house mate writhing on the floor, blond and skinny. I'm not sure if screaming was the best thing for us to be doing but I couldn't for the life of me think of what else I should be doing. "Robert?" said Andy alarmed and concerned with his thick Asian accent. Oh yeah, Andy is Malaysian and his real name is unpronounceable to me so I call him Andy. Sorry if you've been reading this and picturing Andy as a typical All American boy but you're wrong; he's a stocky little Malaysian who studies International Marketing at the university in the next suburb. If you were picturing America at all you'd be wrong too, this is all happening in sunny Sydney, Australia.

So, in sunny Sydney, Australia and stocky Asian guy has just seen me writhing on our lounge room floor, skinny and blond and has said, "Robert?" (That's my name.).

"Arrrgh!" I said in response, which I know wasn't helping the conversation much but I was in pain because my bones were all restructuring themselves. I was getting taller (not by much, just like 2 inches or so), my face was becoming unavoidably female, my legs were getting longer, my head smaller, all sorts of changes. "Can I get you a glass of water?" asked Andy. I barely heard it as I was in the painful event of a spontaneous gender change. Very painful, wouldn't recommend it. Forgetting about the water Andy helped me on the couch and called 000 (our equivalent of 911) and demanded an ambulance. Meanwhile, the pain had subsided and I could finally have a look at what was going on with my body, it had changed to say the least. To say a little more my legs were sticking out of the bottom of my pants, my arms were now skinny and more delicate topped off with long slender hands, I had a tapered waist and flared out hips and I remember wondering where the hair on my big toe had gone. My guess is that I had a fully formed vagina then but hadn't noticed it yet mainly because:

A) my pants were still on

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B) I hadn't yet clicked that I was female.

I sat calmly; half in a daze staring at Andy make his phone call. He said words like, 'seizure' and 'emergency' in a urgent and clear voice, but with his accent he was forced to say the address three times before they understood him. He hung up. Stared at me and once again said my name. The way he said it this time was more quizzical and confused. "What the hell happened?" I asked and before Andy could answer I asked again, this time listening to my voice. It was high, lilting and almost melodic. I said, "happened" a few times, clearing my throat to try and remedy the problem. I sounded like a girl, a teenager, a child. I didn't sound like me. "You look weird" Andy whispered tilting his head to the side, like a confused dog.

"How weird?"

"Like a girl." Before I could respond to that disquieting comment a ripple shot through my skin, starting at my toes and quickly through my body. I don't know everything that ripple did to my body but when it reached my chest there was an explosion, One second I had a normal flat chest and then BAM! Instant breasts! Andy's eyes grew wider than I had ever seen, so I too looked at what had happened. Large fleshly orbs now sat high on my chest. Round, perky, proud. I was now the owner of a pair of breasts. Not just any breasts but the type of breasts that made women jealous and men crumble. I now could get men to do whatever I wanted and all it would take would be a hint of cleavage or a slight press of them against their chest. I didn't and couldn't comprehend the power of my breasts right away because I was more surprised by their arrival.

I looked at Andy and he stared right back. I stood up and ever so slowly caressed by body with my hands. Caressed might be the wrong word, it wasn't sexual at all, it was more scientific. I felt the ample rise of my bosom and the vast canyon of its cleavage. I felt my way down my body, along the smooth skin, to my taught stomach. A four minute process had awarded my body of a person who really looked after themselves. My hands dug under the loose elastic of my tracksuit pants and cautiously kneaded my arse. It was firm and soft at the same time and I had an inkling it probably looked amazing. I lingered on my butt for awhile, gently rubbing it, dreading the coffin nail that awaited me on the other side. Quickly, like taking of a band-aid, I returned my hands to the front of my pants and put my hands of a very female vagina.

This was definitely going to be a very unusual day.

  

  

  

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