The Dress

by Jennifer White

 

It had been a few weeks. So here he was again.

 

The first time, Vick told the saleswoman, Marcy, that he was buying the clothes for a friend of his. But right away she knew: they were for him. But eager to keep selling, she would go along with his story line. After many trips to the second-hand store, Marcy would put aside items in larger sizes, because she knew Vick would appreciate it, and he would buy anything she steered him towards.

Marcy wondered how often he dressed up in the clothes he bought. She kept up the illusion that she was totally clueless about it all, but it wasn't that hard to figure out. By now, Vick had a whole closet of clothes, which he set up in a room of his house which he decorated as if a girl lived in it. From the lace curtains to the canopy bed, it was designed to look like a girl slept in that room.

The clothes and accessories that Vick bought from Marcy all were kept in there. He locked the room when visitors came, so nobody would discover his secret passion. When he was in that room, he was Lucy. He was a girl.

 

* * *

 

When Marcy found the special blue dress, she knew that it was perfect for Vick. She put it aside, and awaited his trip. Although it had still been unspoken between them, Marcy knew that he wasn't buying things for someone else. They were for *him*. She could tell. The way he looked at things, the way he touched them. Once, she even caught him looking in the mirror, holding up a blouse.

All the clothes, shoes, and accessories he had been buying were for *him*. So this dress would make him happy. Very happy. It would be a very special addition to his collection. Marcy knew, because of where she got the dress from. The original owner was not your average ordinary woman, wanting to clean her closet. She was someone very special.

 

A few days later, Vick arrived at the store. When he had gone in for the first time, it had been very hard for him to do. Shopping for women's clothes, in public! But Marcy had been very kind and helpful, so a month later, he returned. Then is was 3 weeks later. Then 2 weeks. Now, he shopped there on a weekly basis.

As Vick started to browse the racks of clothes to see what was new, he caught a glimpse of Marcy, who was behind the counter helping another customer check out. She was one of the vast untold numbers of ordinary women, not the beauty queen, not striking or remarkable. Just plain and average.

But she was a *woman*, and that made Vick jealous of her. He wondered if she realized how *fortunate* she was to have been born female. He wished that he had been too, but he was stuck in a man's body. Dressing up was his only reprieve from life, and buying his clothes was the thing he needed to do in order to achieve that small slice of happiness.

So here he was again, looking at the skirts on the rack. Nothing was in his size today, except a few that looked too old and ratty. He didn't want them. He wanted something elegant and exciting. So he prepared to move on to the blouses.

"Hello" said Marcy. "How are you doing today?"

"Oh, I'm fine" replied Vick. "How about yourself?"

"I'm doing great, thank you" she replied, smiling.

They always had a friendly conversation as Vick shopped. He always had a fear in the back of his mind, that one day she would ask him if they clothes were for himself. He dreaded that day!

"You know, I have a new item in" said Marcy. "Something very special. I held it for you, in the back. Do you want to see it?"

"Sure!" replied Vick.

Marcy had never done anything like that for him before. He wondered if this was it; she would get him in the back, in private, and ask *the* question. And so, he was somewhat apprehensive as the followed her through the door labeled "employees only", past the shelves of goods waiting to go out onto the floor for sale, and finally, to a clothes rack on wheels.

Marcy smiled as she unzipped a long bag, and removed the garment. It was a stunning blue dress.

 

The dress was powder blue, long and elegant. It had sequins sewn in across the top, and they glittered even with just the bare lightbulbs of the warehouse high up in the ceiling. The fabric over the chest area was ruffled, coming together to a point in the middle. This made it look like the chest area was sticking out further than the rest of the gown. This had the effect of greatly enhancing the chest area, even without boobs underneath. Vick realized that he would look very good in the dress, even without his stuffed bra.

The skirt below the dress was very poofy and full, which meant he wouldn't need any undergarments to help shape it. In fact, just on the hanger, it looked very shapely.

"It even has a built-in bra" said Marcy. "So all you wear under it is your panties and nylons."

"I'll take it!" said Vick, mesmerized by the exciting elegance of the dress. He had a couple of little black dresses in his closet, but nothing close to this! It seemed so exciting and wonderful, he just had to have it. Marcy put it back in the hanging bag, and closed the zipper.

"Will you be wanting anything else today?" she said. "I've got some new shoes in."

Vick shopped for a while longer, picking out a pair of Mary Janes, a new handbag, as well as a couple of matching bracelets that had just come in. He went up front, and paid Marcy for everything.

"Thank you sir, please come back and see us again" she said.

"I certainly will" he replied. "Thank you for thinking of me when this came in."

"No problem!" said Marcy smiling. She wondered how long it would take after he got home, before Vick dressed himself up. Then he'd get the surprise of his life.

 

* * *

 

In fact, Vick did want to put on the dress right away, but first he needed to prepare himself. He took his haul of new treasures, and put them away in "Lucy's room". Then he shut the door, went back to his bedroom, and undressed.

Next, he took a long hot shower. He used a pink shaver to shave the stubble from his legs, his chest, and his armpits. Then he used a brand new triple-blade shaver to do his face. He wanted to make sure that he had as little stubble on his face as possible, and only a brand new razor shaved well enough for that job.

After washing and conditioning his hair, Vick then rinsed off. He used an after-bath splash to give his skin a nice light floral scent (as well as to help make it smoother). He dried off, then went to the mirror where he plucked a few stray eyebrows. Now satisfied, he was ready to begin his transformation.

First, he put on a pair of lacy black panties. He would have worn the matching bra, but there was one built into the dress. This posed a problem, because the breast forms he had weren't the kind you could just glue on. They needed a bra to support them. He decided he'd go without them, since the dress was so shapely just on its own. He'd go online and get some glue-on breast forms, which he could then use the next time he wore the dress.

Next, he put on a garter belt, then pulled on thigh high dark nylons. They had a wide strip of lace at the top, where he clipped them onto the garter belt. He felt very sexy in his underthings, so now he was ready to put on the dress.

Vick's plan was to put on the dress, then his wig, his makeup, paint his nails, put on jewelry, and as a final touch, his shoes with the highest heels in his collection. He went to "Lucy's room", and walked in, closing and locking the door behind him. Although he lived alone, he was in constant fear of discovery, and he never felt comfortable walking through his own house all dressed up.

Now Vick took the dress of the hanger, and spread it out on the floor. It looked like a big circle laying there ready to be worn. He carefully stepped into the center of it, making sure not to step on the dress itself. Then he pulled it up.

He stuck his arms under the straps going over the arms, and pulled them over his shoulder. Not wearing a bra, he didn't have to worry about bra straps showing, which was actually kind of liberating in a way. Vick felt himself getting extremely hard, as the soft silky material of the dress enveloped him. Now that it was on all the way, he felt just *so* aroused.

He desperately wanted to see himself in the mirror, but he dreaded the 'tent pole' effect that his arousal was going to have. He hated seeing himself like that. But he had to see how he looked. So he looked down first, to see how bad it was. He was pleased and relieved that the poofyness of the skirt completely hid any signs of 'the tent pole'. You couldn't tell that he was fully aroused.

And in fact, this made him feel even more tingly all over. He was so excited that you couldn't even see his arousal! He reached down between his legs with his hands, so he could *feel* how stiff he was. He loved how it felt to touch himself through the soft material of a skirt. He reached down there to squeeze himself. But all his hands could sense was the soft material of the skirt, pressing flat against his skin.

Vick suddenly felt a strange panic. He touched himself all over in the groin area, and he felt nothing. Nothing! Now in total panic, he tried to pull the skirt up so that he could see underneath, but with all the poofy fabric bunched up, his view was blocked. He turned towards the mirror.

Vick gasped. What he saw in the mirror wasn't himself. It was a woman.

 

The image in the mirror was of a long haired woman wearing a dress, just like the one he had on. But it wasn't his reflection. That was impossible. For one thing, he didn't have long hair. As if to prove it to himself, he reached up to his head, and to his completely shock, his hands met the long strands of auburn hair cascading down!

Vick put his hands on his chest, which he could see all puffed up in front of him. It wasn't just the shape of the dress that made it stick out in front of him. There were boobs. On his chest. He felt a shiver go up and down his spine as he cupped his generous breasts with his hands.

He ran his hands down his sides, and felt his waist pinch in, then down to his hips which went out wider again. He felt his rounded and padded butt, again feeling shivers all over. Now he pulled up his skirt, to look underneath. There were the same garter belt and nylons he had put on. Higher up, there were the black panties. Except now, they laid *flat* against him, with no bulge at all. He hadn't been able to feel himself down there, because all of his male equipment was *gone*.

"I'm a woman" he whispered in a new voice. A female voice.

He *was* a woman now.

"I *am* Lucy" he continued.

Vick stared at his face in the mirror. It was soft, delicate and pretty, surrounded by the long auburn hair he now had. In fact, all over, he was soft, delicate, and very feminine. He felt dizzy, like he was going to faint. This couldn't be real. No way.

He still felt incredibly turned on, as if he would have been as stiff as a nail. But there was nothing protruding from between his legs anymore. All of the arousal was going on *inside* of him. He noticed a new feeling: he was getting wet.

It was a strange contradiction: Vick loved to dress up as woman, and loved to pretend that he was Lucy. But he never wanted to actually *be* a woman. He felt a sense of panic now. He *had* to get out of the dress! It had somehow done something to him, and changed him. He had to take it off.

Vick hurried to get it off of him, but in his total panic, he was almost trashing now. Finally, he got his left arm out from under the strap, then right arm. He pulled the dress down, and took a bit step away from it. Relieved, he looked in the mirror.

His reflection was all wrong. It showed a woman, naked from the waist up. He looked down, and with his own eyes, he saw his boobs for the first time. They were two mounds of flesh, nicely rounded when viewed from the front, but almost triangle shaped when viewed from his vantage point, looking down. They jutted out to a point, where a large stiff nipple poked out amid a large wide dark circle. Vick just stared. This couldn't be true.

He touched his breasts again, this time without any material between his hands and them. He touched his nipple, and felt a thrill go through him, which seemed to connect right to the area between his legs. It felt *so* good, but he was too frightened to explore it any further.

He looked at himself in the mirror again, and saw the woman in the reflection with her hands cupped over her boobs, staring back with wide eyes. He could not believe that he was actually her now! He saw how his panties rested to flat against him. He reached down, and undid his garter belt, then peeled off the nylons, even though they were still attached to the belt.

Then he peeled back the panties, kicking them off into the corner. He stared at the thin strip of hair just above his crotch, neatly trimmed back into a rectangle. Below it laid an area that scared him to the bone: a slight mound of pink raised up, with a slit going down the middle. For the first time, with his own eyes, he saw a pussy between his legs.

 

Being a woman felt so strange. It was at that moment that Vick noticed that he had become smaller and shorter. His shoulders weren't as broad, his legs less muscular, his wrists thin, his arms seemingly tiny. He must have been six inches shorter than normal, and *that* felt incredibly intimidating as well.

Being naked felt so wrong, he just had to get clothes on. He ran to the dresser, and pulled out a white bra. With a practiced hand, he put it on, to hide the frightening nipples atop his new breasts. Then he pulled on a pair of white cotton panties to hide the even scarier slit between his legs.

Now he went to the closet, and noticed that all he had was skirts and dresses. No pants. He realized that with his smaller body, there was no way he would fit into one of his men's outfits. So he was forced to dress up in clothes from the closet.

He picked out a black skirt and a white top, which he put on. He looked in the mirror and just stared as he realized how pretty he was as a woman. He was *pretty*. Even without makeup, even without jewelry or accessories, he felt *pretty*. He had never truely felt pretty before, even though he had tried to achieve that feeling by dressing up. Now he was almost dizzy again from his realization.

He sat down, almost automatically, and started to put on makeup. On the inside, he decided that if he was going to be a woman today, he would do it right. He made up his face, then painted his nails using his large collection of cosmetics he had built up. Then he put on a woman's watch, bracelets, clip-on earrings, a gold necklace, and a butterfly stickpin in his blouse.

He went to the closet, and found a pair of sensible shoes that he had bought, which had been too small for him. Now, they were a little too large, but they fit. He put his wallet and keys into a purse he had bought, and went to his car so he could drive back to the second-hand store. He prayed he didn't get pulled over. How could he explain to a police officer why he had the drivers license of a man, when he was a woman?

He put the dress back into the bag, and loaded it up into his car.

 

Half way to the store, Vick suddenly felt very hungry. He decided he needed to stop and get a quick bite. A sign caught his attention: the mall as having a big sale. The sudden thought of being able to walk into a fashionable clothes store in a mall, and try on some new skirts or shoes sent a thrill through him. He had always wanted to shop in a store for the latest fashions, but how could he do that as a man? And dressing up before, he would never have been able to pass as a woman.

Now he *was* a woman, so he could fulfill his fantasy. He pulled into the mall, and started going from store to store, buying several items in each. He bought new panties. He bought a bra. When they fitted him, they said he was a 38D. He bought a new skirt. And then he found a pair of black pumps that were *so* cute had had to buy them too, even though they cost $150.

 

When Vick reached the food court, he looked at all of the items being offered. As a man, he would have just grabbed a burger and fries. But he instinctively knew he had to watch what he ate, now that he was female. He hadn't been a woman for even a few hours, and already he was worried about his waistline! So he picked out a sensible salad, with a diet soda. Then he found an empty table in the crowded food court area.

He daintily munched on his salad and sipped his diet soda through a straw. He noticed the lipstick marks on the straw, and he kicked himself for not remembering to throw his tube of lipstick into his purse. How was he going to fix it now, after he ate?

"Do you mind if I sit here?" said a voice.

It was a guy, in his mid thirties, dressed in a very nice outfit. His dark hair was combed back, and Vick felt his pulse suddenly quicken.

"Sure" he said in a voice that now had a bit of a tremor to it. Why was he reacting to a guy like this? He had never ever imagined himself liking a guy. This was all wrong!

"I'm Gary" said the man.

"Nice to meet you Gary. I'm Lucy" replied Vick.

"I saw you sitting here alone, and I said to myself: I have to meet this girl" said Gary.

Vick was surprised that he reacted by giggling. Gary responded by smiling warmly, which sent more shivers through Vick's body. He suddenly felt very weak and shaky all over.

"You're very pretty" said Gary, which almost melted Vick's heart.

"I was just thinking how handsome you are" he blurted out in reply.

Oh no. He was flirting. Flirting! With a guy! It seemed so automatic, like he didn't think about it, and it just happened. How could he be staring a guy right in the eyes, smiling and batting his eyelashes? It was as if his new female body knew what it wanted, and he was on autopilot now.

Before long, he was locked in conversation with Gary, and he seemed so warm, so wonderful, so interesting.

"Say" said Gary, "how would you like to get out of here, and go somewhere more private? I life just up the street a few miles. We could hang out, and get to know each other better."

"That would be wonderful" said Vick.

Gary put out his hand, and Vick, much to his own surprise, put his hand in it, and allowed Gary to pull him up. He held Gary's hand, and walked with him to the parking lot. Gary opened up his passenger door, and held it open for Vick, who got in, and sat down.

That feeling of arousal that had swept over him when he was first transform was slowly building inside again. By the time Gary took Vick to his apartment, and sat him down on the couch, Vick was feeling the tingling inside grow.

They had drinks. They talked. And before too long, they were sitting together. And Vick longed to feel Gary's strong hands touching him. He opened his mouth, and moved closer. For the first time in his life, he was kissed. No him kissing a woman, but now he was a woman, being kissed. He just melted.

Vick's arousal grew, and now he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Before long, he and Gary found themselves in the bedroom, undressing each other. Vick was going wild, as he felt himself getting all wet inside. He couldn't help himself. He felt such a strong inner *need* to spread his legs for Gary, and feel him up inside, penetrating into him.

Vick's mouth fell open in a gasp, as Gary worked himself up inside. Fireworks were going off in Vick's eyes. Explosions of pleasure coursed through his nerves. The area around his pussy was shaking with earthquakes of pleasure. Vick came once. Then twice. The second time almost exactly coincided with Gary exploding inside him, and Vick could feel the warm splash.

 

Afterwards, the snuggled, and Vick fell asleep in Gary's bed.

 

* * *

 

The next day, Vick was still Lucy. And he made plans for a date with Gary. He spent the day at a salon, getting his hair done. He had it cut, styled, and blonde highlights added. Then he had a manicure and pedicure done. Then he went shopping for a new outfit. A little black dress, to show off his impressive cleavage and his long smooth legs.

He was quite a knockout in his new outfit and hair style. Gary was impressed. After taking 'Lucy' out to dinner at a fancy place, they went dancing. Then they went back to Gary's place, where once again they made love. Vick couldn't help it. He felt so overwhelmed by the new feminine desires from his body, that he just gave into them. They were too strong, and his male soul was too weak. He gave in, and made love yet again, which of course made Gary very happy.

 

* * *

 

Vick went home the next morning, and he was kicking himself for having just done all that. How could he be so weak and stupid? He hadn't even been a woman for a couple of days, and already he had gotten laid three times. He decided that he *had* to take the dress back, and get back to his former self, before he got in too deep.

He arrived at the second-hand shop, and found Marcy behind the counter.

"Hello Miss. Can I help you?" she said.

"You already have" replied Vick, holding out the bag with the dress for her to see.

Marcy took the bag and unzipped it. She saw the dress. Immediately, she knew.

"Is that you, Vick?"

"I'm Lucy now" he replied. "How did this happen? What did you do to me?"

"I knew you were buying all those clothes for yourself. And when this item came along, I thought it would make you happy."

"I don't understand!" said Vick, nearly in tears now.

"You see, this dress came from a woman who is very special. Some call her a witch, but I don't know what she really is. All I know, is that she told me that whatever girl wore this dress to the prom, would become the belle of the ball as it were. I figured, if it would bring out the best in a girl, then it would do it for you too."

"So you meant only to make me happy" he said.

"Yes! I didn't know you would really become a woman. Let's drive to her house, and see what we can do to get you back."

Vick got in the car with Marcy, who had put up the "Closed" sign at the store. They drove across town to a very old looking house. Vick wasn't sure what to expect. An old woman? A hag? He was stunned to see that this woman of power was a young, vibrant knockout blonde.

"Marcy, who is your friend?" she said.

"Do you remember that blue dress you gave me to sell?"

"Of course dear. Is this the girl who purchased it?"

"Yes" said Marcy, "but there is a problem. She used to be a guy."

"Oh dear" said the woman. "Come in. Lets see if we can sort this out."

Vick followed them into the livingroom, where they were seated on a comfortable couch. The woman came a few minutes later with a tray, holding a tea service for them. She elegantly poured tea for all three of them, and only then did she turn to the matter at hand.

"Now why did you want to wear a dress, if you were a man?" she asked bluntly.

"Um, I guess I just always have liked dressing up" he replied. "I didn't know *this* would happen."

"Neither did I" said Marcy, somewhat defensively.

"This is why my kind so rarely allows ourselves to bring our powers into play with your kind. This is just the sort of mess that always ensues. I don't mean to sound harsh Marcy, but you should have sold that dress to a girl."

"I didn't it would turn him into a woman" she replied. "I'm sorry."

"I gave it to you, so you could make some young girl happy. But that's all water under the bridge now. Lets see what we can do to fix this. Now tell me, do you want to go back to being a man?"

"Oh yes!" said Vick. "I like to dress up, but I want to be myself again."

"I see" she replied.

The woman walked around the room, and returned with a golden ring she had removed from a shelf.

"Put this on your finger, and you will turn back" she said.

Vick took it from her, and without hesitation, he put it on his finger. He took a deep breath.

 

Nothing happened.

"Oh my" said the woman. "I know this may be embarrassing dear, but you have to tell me the truth. Were you with a man since you've been transformed."

"Yes" admitted Vick, his head bowed down low. "His name is Gary. I don't know what happened. I was just swept off my feet, and suddenly, I was in bed with him."

"Your weak male soul was overcome by your new femininity" she replied, as if lecturing him. "But do not worry. As time passes, your very soul will become feminine was well."

"Hold it!" said Vick. "You said I was going to change back!"

"That won't happen now" she sighed. "Because you are pregnant."

 

Pregnant? Him? No!!!! He didn't want to have a baby!

"Please!" he said. "You have to do something!"

"There is nothing I can do, now that you're carrying a child in your womb. You will be a mother soon."

Vick was now in an utter panic. Become a mother? Give birth? Remain a woman forever?

"No...." he said.

"I'm afraid so my dear" she replied. "You are going to remain in that body for the rest of your natural life. And when you die and go to heaven, it will be as a woman now, and for all eternity."

"Please, can't you do *anything* for me?" said Vick, in total desperation. He was now trapped as Lucy, forever.

"Give my your hand, my dear" said the woman.

She held Vick's hand, and closed her eyes.

"I see that Gary is very much in love with you. When you tell him that you are expecting, he will propose marriage to you. You will accept his offer, and the two of you will remain happily married for a very long time. You will have three daughters, and one son. And you will be completely devoted as a mother and a wife."

"That can't be true!" said Vick.

"It is the future dear Lucy. You must accept it."

"No!!!" said Vick, breaking out in tears.

"Just like a woman, to cry when she is emotional" said the woman. "You may deny it, but you are already turning into a woman, deep inside. Search your feelings, *woman*. It is the truth, and you cannot deny it."

"Oh no" was all Vick could say. He was turning into a woman on the inside too? How was he going to deal with *that*? It would mean losing himself completely into womanhood. Not to mention motherhood.

Motherhood? Vick put his hand on his belly, and it made him shiver to think that inside of him there, a baby was growing. *Inside* of him. A baby. A real baby. It was *so* hard to contemplate and grasp. But it was real. It was true. Somehow, Vick could *sense* it.

"I'm going to be a mommy" he whispered.

"Yes" said the woman. "See? You've come to accept it already. It is just your first step, and in the following days, you will take many such small steps. In time, they will add up, and you will become completely feminine in your very soul. Your past as a man will be gone, and all you will remember is being female."

 

Vick finished his cup of tea, and thanked the woman for her help. He excused himself to go to the bathroom.

"Can't you do something for him?" asked Marcy.

"I just did" she replied.

"What did you do?"

"I sped up the inevitable chain reaction, so that she will change inside much faster. If I hadn't done what I just did, it would be years before she truely accepted womanhood."

"But now?"

"Now it will just takes days. Even before she's showing, she'll be all woman inside."

 

Vick came out of the bathroom, ready to leave.

"Take her to her lover" instructed the woman. "And we will let nature run its course. Good luck young woman. After you leave me, you fill forget this meeting. I do not wish for you to understand or know of my powers. You will see your lover, and that will be all you can remember: being his woman."

Vick walked out with Marcy, and it was strange. Immediately, he could not remember a single thing that had occurred inside the building.

"What happened?" he stammered. "I can't remember a thing!"

"Do you remember learning that you are pregnant?" said Marcy.

"Of course I'm pregnant, silly" replied Vick.

Marcy was shocked how accepting of it he was now. Such a change in such a short time!

"And you're a woman now, forever" she said.

"Of course I am" replied Vick. "What else would I be?"

Marcy wanted to go back inside. This was even faster than it was supposed to happen. Vick didn't even seem to be fighting it anymore. How could it be that he already seemed to have fully become Lucy.

"What's your name?" said Marcy.

"I'm Lucy, silly. What's the matter, you can't remember?"

"What can you tell me about Vick."

"Vick, who's that?"

"This guy I know" said Marcy.

"Now Marcy, you *know* I've already got a man. And I'm very much in love with him. He's the father of my baby! I'm not interested in any other man."

"I'm sorry Lucy, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Apology accepted, but don't let it happen again" said *Lucy*.

 

They went back to the car together, as *girlfriends*. And Lucy could only think of the man she loved, and the baby she would soon have.

"It's good to be a woman" she said, with a smile on her face.

  

  

  

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