New Body Gallery 5
by: Paul G Jutras
As Larry Miles sat before his home computer, he slipped on his curly blond wig and took on his internet identity as Lucy Wild. His red painted nails clicked on the computer mouse and a list of his favorite sites appeared on the screen. His brought blue eyes sparkled from the lava lamp and monitor screen that provided the room’s only light source.
"Where to start." Lucy thought to herself as Larry’s nylon coated food slid out of her right six inch pump and rubbed the back of her left foot. He painted toes flexed and wiggles as he moved to Crystal’s Storysite.org. The web site was created in the early in the 21st century had had long survived to the year 2077 through family and friends supports. "Here we go."
Lucy leaned back and crossed her legs as she checked the cyber board to see what new messages were posted. After a reply to some of her favorite T- friends; and posting a few notes of her own, Lucy then checked out the "What’s New" section.
"Only three stories today." Lucy thought as she took her time reading each and every story. She thought even more of those with images because of the care her friends put into their tales. Of course, each story got its readers comment section marked off. Then she checked out the polling area and found the no new polls had been done.
As Lucy did a internet Transgender search, she came across a store called "Body Gallery." It’s promise, to turn any man into the girl they had always dreams of becoming for real. Lucy knew that sex change operations had come a long way. It was even now possible to have women put their womb on their organ transplant cards so that TG men can have the wonder of periods and pregnancy. To become a real girl without surgery seemed impossible still.
"What the heck." Lucy thought as she contacted the store.
"Greetings." Mr. Spellman said as his computer generated face appeared on the monitor. "Just allow the needle coming out of your G drive prick your finger for a blood sample and we’ll run out tests to see if you will get a suit shipped to you. In the mean time, please fill out the forms now appearing on the screen."
"What Culture would you like:
1) American
2) British
3) Chinese
4) Scot
5) Japanese
6) African
7) OTHER
"This does sound too good to be true." The 200 pound 6 foot three man thought as he sat in his Lucy disguise. Clicking on choice five a smile spread on Lucy’s ruby lips. "I always wanted to be smaller as well as cuter."
T or P
"I can guess what that means." The smile brightened as the polished finger pressed P.
After Lucy finished the form and the shop shut down, she scanned the new stories of FICTIONMANIA and other web sites. She also recorded her daily experience in her TS dairy which she shared with her on line TS counselor group.
When the door bell rang, Lucy stood up; smooth her skirt out, and stepped back into her pump. Taking tiny steps, she walked over to the front door to answer it. She paused only momentary at the hall make up to check her hair and make up.
"The suit you ordered." The delivery man said as he held out a box.
"Thanks you, honey." Lucy reached for her purse and gave the man a tip for his troubles. Taking the box inside, she opened it up and pulled out a slip of paper first.
CONGRADUATIONS ON PASSING THE TESTS. YOU MAY NOW CALL YOURSELF A WOMAN AKANE YEN. ALL YOUR RECORDS HAVE BEEN AUTOMATICALLY REDONE UNDER YOUR NEW IDENITY. PLEASE REMOVE ALL POLISH AND MAKE UP AS WELL AS BODY HAIR BEFORE PUTTING SUIT ON.
Akane Yen (Lucy or Larry) did as the instructions said. She carefully removed her nail polish and washed her make up off. She then used some NAIR body hair remover lotion to quickly get rid of any hair she currently hadn’t shaved off. This included the pubic hair around her manhood.
Stepping into the suit one at a time, she pulled the suit up and saw her maleness slowly disappear. Once on, the heat of her body tightened it on her. Akane found the room seemed a lot taller as she realized that she was only 4’ 2" now instead of the old 6’ 3"
She fingered her sex, a surge of pleasure shot through her from head to toe. She looked into the box to see if anything else was there. She found a pair of wooden platform thongs, nude pantyhose, colorful kimono. "This is wonderful."
The doorbell rang again just as she finished getting dress. A young Japanese man in a suit stood before her and stepped inside without being asked. He held his finger under her chin and checked her looks, then walked about and inspected her body.
"May I- " She got out, when he slapped down her knuckles to silence her.
"I Japanese housewife only speaks when spoken to." He said sternly.
"Housewife?" Akane stared puzzled.
"Didn’t you read the paper that was sent to you?" Mr. Yen asked. He held up the reverse side of the paper that she had read before putting the suit on.
MRS. YEN, YOU MAY EXPECT YOUR NEW HUSBAND TO SHOW UP THIS EVENING. LIKE MANY JAPANESE YOUR MARRIAGE WAS PRE-ARRANGED AT YOUR REBIRTH SO TO SPEAK.
"The first thing is to send all your former clothes to be sold." Mr. Yen smiled. "You will only wear classic, traditional Japanese garments from now on. Like in any Japanese home, I am master. Your place will also go too since you belong to me."
Akane suddenly felt like she was having second thoughts of what she had done. Wished she had chosen the temporary pack instead. A legal contract is even more unbreakable than ever before. She was his wife until death do them pack. She got down on her knees, bowed and walked three feet behind him out the door and toward the car. She held the door open for him and they went off to their new life.
THE END
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