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by Jennifer White

 

Nick was at the age where he was starting to be fascinated by girls. His hormones were starting to kick in, and although just a year ago he had thought of girls as 'yucky', now it was hard from him not to stare at them. They were starting to grow breasts, and he didn't know why he couldn't stop looking at them. He was starting to get aroused by girls, and they started to occupy his thoughts more and more, like they do for all boys his age.

Nick had an older sister, Amanda. Now she was a girl, but she *was* yucky. She had always teased him, since he was the youngest. He avoided her when he could, and her friends, who had been mean to him when they all were younger. Today, as he watched TV in the livingroom, Amanda's friend Kathy was visiting.

Now Kathy was really cute, and Nick couldn't help but to stare at her. She was one of those girls who was so pretty, so sweet, and so attractive. Yet, she was a friend of Amanda's, so he kept his distance from her. She was with Amanda in her room, listening to music and talking (or whatever girls do when they're alone). He watched the movie on TV. He heard them talking as the door opened, but he didn't bother to get up or anything to say good-bye to their guest. It was a friend of Amanda's so he didn't care.

He didn't notice that as Kathy left, she opened the door to his room, and threw something on the bed. He was oblivious, as he sipped his bottle of Coke, and watched the show. He heard the two girls leave the house. Good. Now he would have some peace and quiet.

* * *

 

When Nick went into his bedroom that evening, he made a strange discovery. There, on his bed, was a little black bra. It had thin straps, and was the kind that just pulled on, so you didn't have to attach it in back. Like all boys his age, girl things like bras were fascinating and exciting. He immediately got hard as he looked at it.

Nobody could see him. His door was locked. He picked it up and felt it. This undergarment had to be Kathy's. He just knew it. His sister's boobs were too big for something little like this, whereas Kathy was pretty, but not as well developed in the chest. He was holding the garment that touched Kathy's sweet perky little breasts!

That made him even more excited. He touched it to his cheek, feeling the soft stretchy fabric. He imagined it on her, and imagined himself touching her through it. He got really hard, and aroused. But then a strange thing happened: he got a sudden overwhelming urge. It was as if the bra was calling out to him, and asking him to put it on! He didn't know why, but suddenly he *wanted* to wear her bra.

He took off his shirt, and held it up against his chest. What he was about to do was forbidden he knew, and that made it seem even move exciting! He pulled the band over his head, and lowered it down. He put his left arm through the loop, and then his right. Finally, he pulled it down all the way, into place. He was now wearing *her* bra.

He felt it pull tight against him. He could feel the little straps over his shoulders. He could feel the bra pulling upwards on his chest. It was thin and stretchy, and flat against his skin. He put his shirt back on, and felt a shiver, because he was wearing a bra underneath! Nobody could tell, nobody could see, but he was wearing Kathy's bra!

Suddenly, the phone rang, and he picked it up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Nick?" said the sweet voice on the other end.

"Yeah" he replied.

"Hi Nick, it's Kathy. How are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just fine" he said.

Wow. He was wearing this hot chick's bra, and she was calling him on the phone! How weird it felt to be talking to her, even while he was wearing her clothes.

"I'm so glad I got ahold of you. I didn't see you today when I was over there, and I wanted to talk to you."

She wanted to talk to him? That was pretty wild! Why would she want to talk to him? He didn't really care, it just seemed really exciting to talk to her on the phone. As they talked, he stroked himself slowly and gently. He was completely aroused by her bra, and now her voice.

They talked, and the time just seemed to fly by. He couldn't really say what they had just discussed when she hung up the phone over an hour later. All he knew, was that it felt awesome to talk to her. And the fact that he was wearing her bra while they talked? That made it seem so exciting! It was as if he was feeling *her* out, when he touched himself in the chest as they talked.

It was pretty wild. After she hung up, Nick got out an old sock, and made himself climax into it. He had been all aroused for so long, he really needed to release it. And wow, did that feel good! He fell asleep on his bed, still wearing Kathy's little black bra.

* * *

 

The next day, when Nick woke up, he was in a panic. What if someone found him like this, in a bra? He'd be dead meat! He went to take it off, but in a panic, it was hard to remove. Finally, he got the thing off. He was going to toss it in the trash, but he couldn't bear to part with it. So he hid it in the back of his closet, in a secret place where nobody would find it.

 

Nick hoped that Kathy would call him again soon, but for the next two days, there was no word. He felt disappointed. He had hoped that she wanted. him. That evening, he was laying in his bed, reading a book, when he suddenly felt the urge again: wear her bra.

He got totally aroused right away, and he felt like he just *had* to put it on again. So Nick put down the book, locked his door, and went to the closet to get out Kathy's bra. He put it on, and then his shirt. He ran his hands along his shirt, feeling the outline of the bra underneath. This shirt was white, so it showed through a bit. He shivered all over, thinking about it. The garment that touched *her* boobs was now touching *his* chest. He thought about her naked, and felt even more aroused.

"Nick, phone call!" yelled his mother.

"I've got it!" he yelled back, as he picked up the receiver. He had heard the phone ring, but had been to engrossed in what he was doing to have really notice.

"Hey Nick, it's Kathy" she said.

"Hi Kathy, I was just thinking about you" he replied.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, Nicky" she replied.

Everyone called him 'Nick', not 'Nicky'. But he didn't' care. If she wanted to call him that, it was fine by him. Her voice was so melodic, so easy to listen to. Nick was hyper aware of the feeling of the bra on him, as he talked with her. He took out a sock, and started to stroke himself, imagining that he was with her, as they talked. He did it harder and harder until he climaxed. Wow, this was awesome!

* * *

 

From that night forward, almost every evening when he could, Nick would put on Kathy's bra in his bedroom. And like clockwork, she would call. They would have long talks, and he would make himself climax. He felt like he was falling in love with her. He was too young to know what love really meant, but he was in it!

He couldn't wait until Kathy came by their house when he was there. But she never showed up with Amanda. But one day when he came home from soccer practice, his mother told him something.

"Your sister said to tell you that Kathy was here today, and she's sorry she missed you."

Nick was so disappointed! He had missed her in person, because of stupid soccer practice. He was really bummed out as he ate his dinner.

"I've got homework to do" he said, "so don't bother me in my room, okay?"

"Sure thing" replied his mother. "I'm so proud of my little student. You keep up those good grades for me and your father."

"I will" he said.

He went into his room and locked the door. He went to his hiding spot, and got out the bra, which he was now very good at putting on quickly, and taking off. He replaced his shirt, and that was when he noticed something on the bed. He went and picked it up. His heart pounded. It was a pair of black silky panties, with lacy trim. Attached was a short note. It simply said: "For my sweet Nikki. Love, Kathy."

Nick's hands were shaking. She had left them for him! He *had* to put them on. He pulled off his shorts and his briefs, then pulled up the soft silky panties. They were so tight against him, and so smooth! He had never felt anything so soft on him before, and he shivered with the wonderful sensation that caused.

Nick replaced his shorts, then took Kathy's note, and put it into the drawer of his desk. It bothered him how she had misspelled his name, but he was too excited to worry about that! He was so aroused, so excited. If a girl was leaving him panties, that must mean that she wanted him. He was going to score, with a real hottie. Almost as if on schedule, the phone rang. It was Kathy.

"Hello Nikki" she said.

"Hey Kathy, I'm really sorry I missed you today."

"Did you find your little present I left for you?"

"Oh yes" said Nick, almost tempted to tell her that he was wearing them right now. But he couldn't do that. She would think he was weird or something. A boy his age has a hard time not thinking about what is between a girl's legs. These panties had *touched* her special place, and now they were touching *him*. That made it almost like he was touching her. He was so excited that he almost came into them, without any stimulation!

They started talking, and just like before, her pretty smooth voice was like music to his ears, and before he knew it, over an hour had flown by. It was just talk, just chatting, and he couldn't really remember any specifics about the conversation. All he knew was that he was in love with her more and more every day. And now, wearing her panties would become a standard part of his daily routine as well. They made him feel closer to her, and he was totally in love.

* * *

 

One day, Nick got home from his friend's house, and made a discovery in his bedroom: Kathy had been there, and she had left him another gift. This time, it was a pair of pantyhose, with another note attached. This one read "Dearest Nikki, I hope you love these, as much as I love you. Kathy."

Immediately, he had to get them on too. He put on the panties, the bra, and then the pantyhose. He put his own clothes on over the top, and not ten seconds later, the phone rang. It was Kathy calling.

"I found your little present" he said. "Thank you so much. They make me think of you."

"I'm so glad you like them Nikki" she replied.

Soon they were talking, and the time just flew by.

 

Over the next weeks, Kathy left a few more little things for Nick. Each one was better than the last. The next item she left for him was a dark brown cami top, with an embroidered pattern over the chest. He had seen her wearing it before. The note read: "My dear little Nikki, I just *know* you'll love this. Kathy XXX OOO".

And then she left another gift for him: her short brown skirt! It had an embroidered pattern in the front, and there was also had a note with it, reading "My darling Nikki, I hope you like your gift. What it usually covers, is for you."

Now normally the skirt would have covered her (he could barely even think it)...her pussy. That was for him? His head was exploding with the thought of him and her being together. He just had to put it on. Soon, he was fully dressed in her outfit, and moments later ,she called him on the phone.

"Hi Nichole, it's Kathy" she said.

Nick didn't even notice what she had just said. It was *her*, and he was so turned on by her and her clothes, that he couldn't be bothered by a detail like her calling him 'Nichole'. They talked for hours, and Nick was just elated.

 

Then a few days later, he found that Kathy had left a pair of boots on his bed. They were brown suede, with a little bit of a heel, and pointy toes. The note read: "My sweet darling Nichole, I hope you get a kick out of these. My dearest love, Kathy. XXX OOO"

Nick put the boots on, after dressing up in the rest of Kathy's outfit. He was now totally dressed up in her clothes, and he was so excited! As all the times before, moments after getting dressed up, the phone rang. And as always, it was Kathy. The connection was a little fuzzy though.

"Sorry about the reception Nichole, but I'm on my cell phone" she said.

"No problem" he replied.

They talked for a while, and Nick was just in heaven. He felt so close to her, having all of her clothes touch him like this! He was so aroused, so excited. Time just flew when they talked, and this was no exception. He went into some kind of mental state where everything was just a blank, and all he could do was to absorb the warmth of her voice, and let it wash over him.

"Nichole" she said in a whisper, "I have a secret for you."

"What's that?" he replied, aching for her with love and desire.

"Nichole, open your door."

Without thinking, with a blank mind, Nick unlocked and opened his door. He almost fell over with what happened next: Kathy walked in.

"Hello Nichole" she said. "It is very nice to see you today."

She shut and locked the door behind her, as a stunned Nick hung up his phone. No! She couldn't see him like this, dressed up in her things! He wanted to die, to get away! He wanted to be with her, but not now, not when he was dressed up as her!

"I don't want you to see me like this" gasped Nick, in his state of shame and fear.

"It's all right Nichole. I *wanted* you to wear those things. That is why I left them here, for you."

"But why?" he asked.

"Nichole, do you want to be mine? To absolutely belong to me? I *know* you do."

"Yes" said Nick. "I want to be yours."

"And freely, you are willing to give up yourself completely, and become mine?"

"Oh yes" he said. He really wanted to be hers!

"And you realize that once you do this, there will never be any turning back? You realize that once you are mine, it is forever?"

"Yes" said Nick. "I want to be yours."

"Now Nichole, you know that I am no ordinary girl. You must suspect by now, that I have powers which ordinary girls don't. I know when to call you. I know what you're doing. You know that I am not just any girl?"

"Yes" said Nick. "That is why I love you."

"Are you really listening to me Nichole? This is your last chance to leave me. Just say the word, and become *mine*. Or turn away now, and be alone."

"I want to be with you. I want to be yours" said Nick.

"So be it Nichole. Now you are mine. Now you belong to me."

 

"Now I own you, I control you, and I can do what I want with you" said Kathy, as she walked in a circle around Nick, viewing him from all angles. "We need to make a few changes here" she added, once she got back to the start.

"What....what's going on?" said Nick, as he felt himself start to tingle in the chest area. As he looked down in horror, he could see two twin mounds rising underneath his shirt. He felt a weight growing on his chest, and he felt the bra begin to strain to support the weight.

"I'm just fixing up a few things" said Kathy, as she smiled and looked at the impressive rack on Nick's chest.

"Ah!! I've got boobs!" he said.

"Yes" she replied. "Girls get boobs."

"But I'm not a girl!" said Nick.

"Yes you are, Nichole."

With that, Nick felt a tingling sensation between his legs, just as there had been on his chest a few moments ago. He felt his whole middle changing, rearranging itself. His hips flared out wider, his butt got rounder, and in between his legs, he no longer felt the tightness he had before from his arousal.

"You *are* a girl now" she said. "Feel yourself."

Nick reached down between his legs, and it was gone. All of it. He had been so aroused a few moments ago, and had wanted to stroke himself. But now, there was nothing to stroke. Instead of something sticking out, now he had an inviting opening, waiting for something to be put *in*.

"No..." he whispered.

"Oh yes. And there is more. How about your face?"

He felt the tingling happen again, in his face now. Long hair started to fall down around his head, and he had to brush it off of his face. He looked in the mirror. He was pretty now. Pretty, and somewhat familiar looking. As his features continued to rearrange themselves, he realized who he looked like: Kathy. He could be her sister now, and he continued to change. He felt the tingle spread all over, as his hands got smaller, his shoulders less broad, his skin smoother, his feet smaller, and everything.

When it stopped, he saw himself in the mirror, and he saw Kathy standing next to him. They were identical. Somehow, she had transformed him, and now he was exactly the same as her.

"What have you done to me?" he said, shocked to hear Kathy's voice coming out of his mouth! When he talked, it was *her* speaking! This was terrible! He didn't want to *be* her, he wanted to be *with* her! He wanted to be hers, but not to be transformed into her!

"You are exactly *me* now, except of course you don't have my powers" she said.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?" said Nick.

"Because, a girl like me, with powers like mine, shouldn't have to be bored sitting in class all day. I need someone to do that for me, so I can be out having fun, doing more important things. You make a wonderful me, don't you think? You'll do just fine sitting in class for me. Plus, you're a better student than I ever was. I just don't have the patience You'll make mom happy with my improved grades.

"What about me? My parents will be upset! Why couldn't you just leave or something?"

"I didn't want to upset *my* parents, or my friends. They'll be happy that they still have Kathy. You were just a mere boy. After a few days, nobody will even notice or care that you are gone. Your sister will probably be happy, and your parents will get over it quickly. They really wanted another daughter, you know. They were so disappointed to have a *boy*."

"No! That's not true!" said Nick.

"What you think doesn't really matter anymore, does it? Now one last thing remains. I need to transfer my memories into your pretty little head, so you'll know how to be a girl. You need to know how to dress up, how to put on makeup, how to flirt with the boys, and all the other things a girl like me does. I'm afraid that the old you will be gone, but look on the bright side. You are a popular little hottie now. Every girl wishes she was you. Every guy wants to be with you. Remember how you used to feel about me? That's how all the guys will be, when they lay eyes on you."

"Stop! Don't do this!" said Nick.

"I already have" she replied after a short pause. "Over the next few minutes, my memories will start to fill your head, until you drown in them. Except the ones about my magic powers of course. But enough talk, I have to go now. Get used to the name *Kathy*. It's *your* name now. You're me! Isn't that wonderful?"

Kathy walked up to Nick, and gave him a kiss on the lips, then left. He was frozen, unable to move as her memories started to explode in his brain like a bag of popcorn in the microwave oven. Random memories from her life started to fill his head.

The time she was swimming at the pool, and did her first dive. She was wearing her black one-piece suit. And the time she got a puppy for Christmas, but cried because she wanted a pussy cat. Her favorite doll, holding her, pretending to be her mommy. Putting on makeup for the first time. Jack Wilson in History class, and how he likes to flirt. Getting a period, and being a *woman* now. Learning to sew with Aunt Nancy.

Giggling with Amanda, Jenny and Suzie at lunchtime. The dress she dreamed of wearing when she got married. Her mother teaching her how to put on makeup for the first time. Dancing with Tommy at the first school dance she attended. Selling girl scout cookies door to door, wearing her cute little uniform. Learning to use a hula hoop with her cousin. Scraping her knee when she fell down from rollerskating. Blow drying her hair after she got the blonde streaks put in.

All of these memories and millions more started popping up in Nick's head. Each one hit him like a brick, knocking out one of his own memories, and having it replaced by one of hers. Nick felt disoriented. Why was he in some boys room? Oh yes, this was the room of his friend Amanda's brother. He looked at the picture of Amanda's folks on the desk, and smiled. They seemed very nice.

Then he thought of his own mother, back home. He needed to go back home, and leave this place. He shouldn't be there alone. A girl like himself alone in a friends house didn't make much sense. She didn't understand why she was there. She must have come over to see Amanda, but Amanda didn't seem to be home. So she walked out the door, and downstairs to where her bicycle was waiting. She got on it, and started to pedal home.

"Hey Kathy!" said Nate, from her science class, as she rode past him.

"Hey yourself Nate" she said, pretending to blow him a kiss. She loved how the boys reacted when she flirted with them. She could get them to eat out of the palm of her hand. Once day she might find a nice boy, and start to date him. But for now, it was more fun to tease them, and have them all compete over her. The other girls were jealous, but girls were like that. She didn't care. She was just happy to be the prettiest girl in the school, and to be just about the most popular.

Kathy arrived home, put her bike away, and went inside to study for the test tomorrow. It would be another long day at school. She couldn't wait until the day that she graduated, because then she'd be free to do whatever she wanted. It was so unfair to have to work so long at school! But one day, she'd be done with school, and a woman like her could do anything she wanted.

  

  

  

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