Busted
by: Paul G Jutras
Jim Stine couldn’t believe what had happened to him over the last year. It slowly started after his 28th birthday on a dark moonless night. He met his buddy Lewis at the pre-arranged alley and was then off see who he had brought along.
"Lewis, I’ve missed you!" Jim said, slugging him in the shoulder. "I hope you got some strong henchmen to carry the loot."
"You know it." Lewis grinned. "That’s why when I do a case, there’s never a mark on me. I don’t get myself shot up, unlike some people."
"It only glaze me," Jim chuckled. "The cops didn’t either catch me or see my face. We’ll have a lot of fun in the mean time."
"Yo, bro!" Came a rather skeletal man, who looked like be barely had a pound of flesh on. "I hear you got a new gang going on. Why didn’t you ask me to help with the safe cracking."
"Uh, yeah... Joe." Lewis said, trying to come up with a good answer.
"I’m not looking for a safe cracker at this time." Jim quickly said, not wanting the skinny twerp in his gang. "If you’re a friend of my man here, I’ll keep you in mind for the future."
"Thanks, Jim." Lewis gave a thumbs up.
"No prob." Jim said as he went to see what kind of people Lewis had gotten for him.
"Name’s Blade!" A rather muscular man said as he pulled out a pair of switchblades and spun them around like numb chucks. He then pointed to a pair of guys who were dress like a cross between Men In Black and Blues Brothers and one built like a tank. "These are my guys."
"I think we’re in business." Jim grinned. "It’s time for the robbery."
A short time later, Jim was driving a truck full of men down the dark streets to a deserted office building. The men inside listened to the track pull to a halt and then busted out of the delivery doors with their guns aimed high.
"Go!" Jim shouted as they made their way through the company’s delivery entrance. Through a maze of crates marked Fragile, they checked for guards and alarm devices along the way.
"All clear." Lewis said as breathing heavy. "With no resistance, this just isn’t right."
At the same time, a silent alarm had warned a pair of night guards. They had already phoned the police as they headed down to the shipping area. There shadows alerted Jim and his men. "Looks like visiting hours are here." Jim said as he cocked his gun. "Let’s get out of here. Back to the truck!"
The guards drove the group out to the cops waiting arms. They were soon cuffed and all taken to the downtown police station. Jim’s mother and younger sister were the only family members of the group to show up and offer any bail.
"You’ve always been an embarrassment to the family." Mrs. Stine said as she slapped him behind the head and pulled him to the car by the ear. The girls had odd smiles on their faces all the way home. When they got there, Jim was handed a bottle of Nair body hair remover and told to hit the shower.
"What’s this about?" Jim asked as he was hurried upstairs without a word.
After all his body hair was removed and he toweled off, he found his mother waiting by the bathroom door. He reluctantly handed her the towel and was tossed a pair of panties to put on. He felt like his manhood was being crammed in it as he made his way to his room. "Now what are you going to do?"
"We think you’re bad behavior was due to the fact you dad died when you were young and you had no positive male roll models to look after you. Now we’re going to start you over again with us as your female roll models."
"But!" Jim protested only to be cut off by his mom’s harsh stare.
"It’s this or jail." His mom said in a way that made him realize he had no choice. He watched his sister take a pair of fleshy mounds out of a box and then put some glue on his hairless chest. Holding the mounds until they stayed put, he found he now had a pair of tits of his own.
"What size are they?" Jim asked. She glance down and only could see the fleshy mile long mounds. He couldn’t see his feet or anything else below them.
"36 DD." His sister Robin said with a smile. "Since all the family women have large breasts, it would look odd if we got you a small size."
"We also arrange you to go to work for the company you tried to rob." Mrs. Stine chimed in. "As well as shopped for the work clothes you’ll need to go with your new bust."
Allowing Jim to finish dressing in his first bra, pink tank top, shorts and platform sandals; Jim was taken back downstairs and seated on the coach. Unable to see his feet, he held the railing to make sure his big chest didn’t make him topple over. "These shoes will allow you get use to walking on your toes without breaking your neck."
"What...are...you ....going... to ... do ... now?" Jim stuttered as they sat on either side of him on the coach. He watched as his sister held up a tube of hot pink nail polish that made him shudder inside. With cotton balls between the toes, Robin worked on Jim’s toes while his mother did his fingers. As Robin turned her favorite soap opera on the TV, Jim was force to sit and watch while his nails dried.
Jim was relieved when his mother allowed him to go to bed in his tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. He had trouble getting to bed a first. Every time his foot stuck out from beneath the sheet, he saw his nails and thought someone was in bed with him.
After the sound of snoring came, Robin crept into the room with a head set. He put the head set on Jim’s head and put a tape recorder on repeated play. "Happy dreams dear sister."
The next morning, Jim awoke and sat up. The head phones slipped off him and onto the pillow as he got this urge to go downstairs and make breakfast. He did up the belt of a flimsy, semi-transparent robe and stepped into a pair of fuzzy slippers before he headed downstairs.
"Seems to be working." Robin said to her mother as they came down to the smell of coffee and eggs waiting for them on the breakfast table. "Are you feeling okay, Jim?"
"Why wouldn’t I be?" Jim asked as he sat at the table but found it hard to get close to it.
"Try resting your breasts on top of the table." Mrs. Stine said as he felt like they weight a ton. He was glad to have something solid to rest it on. Even for a little while. The girls also giggled as they watched Jim’s arms try to move around his breasts to his mouth. It was like learning how to eat all over again.
After breakfast, Mrs. Stine helped Jim with his make up and hair. He got out a tan business suit with matching hose, shoes and purse. As he slid the hose up his smooth legs and over his panties, he felt his toes being painfully pinched together. Looking down, they looked like a pair of mannequin feet with their toes fused together.
"You get use to them." Robin assured Jim as he finished getting dress and was dropped off at work by his mother before she headed for her own job. She knew Jim would have to get use to walking in three inch heels before he could drive a car in them.
Jim’s boss was the only one that knew that he was really a man. He; like everyone in the office, would treat him like a girl. As Mr. Champ put a pile of papers in the IN box, Jim’s painted fingers had to type them up and move them to the outbox. Mr. Champ made sure he got plenty of practice in his heels as he ran messages and items all over the building.
When lunch came about, he was going to get some of the burgers that some of the male employees were having. As he moved up in line, he found himself grabbing a salad instead. When he took sat down and started eating, he kicked off his shoes and rubbed his nylon coated feet together and up and down his nylon legs. It felt like such a relief to have the shoes off.
When he got home from work, he tossed his purse on the table, kicked off his heels and flexed his nylon feet. The weight on his chest was causing his back to kill him as much as his shoes killed his feet. He was glad when he could remove the breasts forms for a short time so not to cause skin damage.
By the end of the week, the sleep tapes that Robin was giving him had him acting like a typical girl. In fact, his mother and sister wasn’t at all surprise when he asked them if he could start on hormones to get some real breasts of his own. With a knowing smile, they agreed.
Jim soon went by the name of Carol full time and took his hormone pills when she first got up and went to bed. A few months later, she had a pair of real breasts that were the same size as the breasts forms she use to wear.
A year after that, he found himself on a hospital table, being rolled into the operating room. With gas being breathed in, Carol was soon asleep and awoke to his crotch in bandages. She had an IV like tube coming out of her so that the pee had something to go through while her new flat crotch heeled.
Carol’s mother and sister lived happily with the new female in the family and Carol never became the criminal that Jim use to be.
THE END
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