Picture Perfect

by Jennifer White

 

Hi, I'm Al. You won't believe what happened to me. I still don't believe it myself. It all started on fall day, last year. I was at the garage sale, looking at some used skis. I could use a pair, and they were the right size, but when I looked at them closely, they showed too much wear. And the price wasn't all that good for used ones, so I decided to pass on them, and go back home.

But as I turned to leave, something caught my eye. It was a painting of a beautiful young woman, and it was just breathtaking. It was very well done, realistic, and vibrant. But what caught my attention the most was the eyes of the girl in the portrait. They were piercing, haunting, seductive, and knowing. It was like she was actually looking out at me, and right through me.

It only cost ten bucks, so I figured what they heck? A painting of this quality had to be worth something. I could hang on to it for a few years, then dump it for big bucks. I went to the old lady at the table, who was collecting the money.

"Hi" I said. "I'd like to buy this."

"That will be ten dollars" she replied, with her surprisingly sweet voice. She had just a tinge of an accent, making her sound somehow attractive and alluring. If she hadn't been old and gray haired, just the voice alone would have made me want to get to know her better. But she was old, so I kind of ignored it.

"Here you go" I said, handing her the money.

There was something about her face. I looked down at the girl in the picture. Then I looked at her. That was when it hit me: this had to be a picture of her as a young woman, or of a close female relation. But if she was selling it, then she must really want to get rid of it, so I decided I had better not ask. It didn't seem like the prudent thing to do.

"Thank you" said the old lady.

"You're welcome" I replied. I took the painting to my car, and drove home.

* * *

 

After I cleaned the picture up a little bit, removing some of the buildup of dirt and dust from years of neglect, the colors were even more lifelike and vibrant than before. The picture was about the same size as a sheet of loose leaf paper, so I set it on my desk, against the back, where I could look at the beautiful face of the girl, whenever I was balancing the checkbook, or whatever.

I sat back to admire my work, and I was taken again by the intensity of her eyes. I stared at the picture, and into the deep blue fathomless eyes. They were so lifelike, so mesmerizing. I found myself just staring and staring at her.

The picture showed her face, her long pretty blond hair, and her upper torso. She wore one of those old fashioned dresses that showed off the tops of women's breasts. Her bare skin looked soft and smooth, and you could just see the dark shadow caused by the cleavage between her breasts. Oh how I wanted to see more of her!

I was amazed when I looked at my watch. I had been staring at the picture for over an hour! Time had just flown by as I had daydreamed of this girl, who's name I didn't even know. When I went to sleep that night, the image of her face burned in my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking of her all night.

 

The next day, I went to work, and did my usual routine. But when I got home, after eating a quick bite of dinner, I found myself drawn to my desk again. I sat there, and looked at the picture for hours, although it didn't seem like more than a few minutes had passed by.

As I stared deep into her eyes, a funny thing happened. I could swear that down below, more of her breasts were bared than before. But when I finally broke away from her intense gaze, the picture was exactly as I had remembered it. Yet a moment before when I looked into her eyes, I could have swore that she was showing more of her breasts.

I tried looking into her eyes again, to see if that would happen again. She looked so lovely and so sweet. I imagined that she had that soft voice with the slight foreign accent, like the old lady. I imagined that she was talking to me. I could almost hear her words.

And again, there it was! On the edge of my peripheral vision, she *was* showing me more of her breasts. I could sweat it! I could see the two distinctive shapes, the large soft mounds on her chest, with the dark space between them. It was almost as if the picture had taken on a 3-dimensional quality, and her boobs were sticking out, pointing towards me.

Needless to say, I was very aroused by all this, and felt excited. And I wanted more of this. I imagined I could hear her calling my name.

"Al. Al, I want you" I imagined in my mind.

I reached out to touch her, but when my hand made contact with the painting, my trance was shattered, and I had to blink a few times to catch my bearings. I must have been almost asleep there. Wow, that was really intense. Then I looked at the clock. Wow, it was one in the morning. I must really have been asleep there!

I went to bed still hard from thinking of this pretty lady, her eyes, her face, and of course her boobs. I wanted her. I had to use my hand to make myself climax, before I could even think of going to sleep. And of course, I was thinking of her all the time while I did it.

* * *

 

Now this beautiful young woman from the painting was showing up in my dreams. And when I was at work the next day, I found myself staring into space thinking of her. I couldn't get her face, her eyes, nor her body out of my mind. I was thinking of her to the point of obsession.

That evening, when I got home, I decided that I would just avoid my desk, so I wouldn't get hooked into staring at her all night again. Ever since then I was too much into her, and I knew my behavior was bordering on unhealthy.

But when I walked past my office room, I caught just a glimpse of the picture, out of the corner of my eye. And before I knew it, I was in there, the lights on full, staring at her lovely image for hours on end. I was madly in love with her, I think. She filled all my thoughts. I stared into her eyes, and the same lifelike 3-D effect started again. I could swear that I wasn't looking at a picture, but a real person. And below her lovely face, her breasts were being bared for me to see.

I longed to see the rest of her! Oh how I wanted her. I continued to stare, and I could swear that she smiled at me, when I smiled at her. The area at the top of her breasts was bare now, and I could clearly see each one on her chest. I wanted to see them all. I just had to.

I reached down to my collar of my stretchy, and pulled it down, to show her what I wanted. Amazingly, her blouse moved lower too, and now I could see the ends of her nipples. I pulled down harder on my shirt, and she pulled on hers. I don't know why, but I put my hands on my chest at that point. And she did the same in the painting! I could see her long red nails at the end of her long slender fingers!

I looked down directly at them, and once again the trance was broken. The painting was just as always. Had I just dreamed all that? Or was it something more? This painting seemed to be very special. The woman in it was responding to my thoughts and actions, when I stared into her eyes. I was *controlling* her. I knew what I would do next time. I would strip myself down, and see her in the nude as well. She would respond to my will, and I would be able to see all of her.

But it was two in the morning, so I knew it would have to wait until the next evening. I could not wait.

* * *

 

It was so exciting to think about, that I couldn't get it out of my mind all day. The picture was somehow magical, and I could *control* her. I could make her do what I wanted, if I only concentrated long enough, and got into the right mental state. I started planning things right away.

Now if I was wearing a T-shirt, in order to remove it, I would need to pull it over my head, which would mean breaking eye contact with her. So I wouldn't be able get her to undress if I wore that. How about a button down work shirt? No good either, since her top (or dress....I couldn't tell which it was) didn't have buttons itself.

I decided to do something that may sound silly, but when you think about *why* I was doing it, then it doesn't seem so bad: I went to a secondhand store, and bought a dress. I found one with a low cut U shape that exposed the chest, pretty much like she was wearing. It was made of a stretchy fabric, so I'd be able to pull if off, and let it drop to the ground. And she would do the same. I'd get to see her in the nude, and that made my mind race all day long.

So yes, I bought a dress for myself, but the goal was a good one: it was to get a chick naked. And I'd be in the privacy of my house, so nobody would know. I kind of blushed when I paid the young lady at the counter, and I mumbled something about the dress being for my girlfriend, but she just gave me a funny look.

I scooted out of there, and hurried home, dress in hand. I ate a quick dinner, then went to my room to change. I got naked, and put on the dress. I figured that if I was wearing undies, then she would too, and I'd have to remove them as well. It was just one more step, which, which seemed unnecessary.

So there I was, wearing just a dress. I felt stupid. What if this didn't work? I felt like a fool. Even though I was alone, and all the shades were down, I felt paranoid, like someone was going to be able to see me like this. I turned off most of the lights in my house, and hurried into my office, so I could sit at my desk.

As soon as I got there, and saw the picture, all of that was out of my mind. All I could think of was her. As I stared into her eyes, I felt just the biggest smile come over my face, because of what I was going to be able to do tonight. She smiled along with me, a knowing smile, like a chick gets when she's about to take you to bed with her.

Now was the moment. I was in control of her. I started by reaching down, and pulling on my dress just a bit, to show more of my chest. In the picture, she did the same, exposing most of her wonderful perfect breasts. They had just the right shape, just the right size, and I felt so turned on.

I reached over, and pulled my left arm up and out of the dress. She did the same! I slowly did the same thing on the right, and so did she. This was wonderful! Perfect! I was seeing her now with that three dimensional effect, and she looked so lifelike, and so real. I continued to stare at her, as I pulled my dress down further, exposing my entire chest.

In the picture, she did the same. Now she was naked from the waist up. I could see all of her, every little detail of her chest. I turned to the side a bit, and so did she. Now I could see her in profile. Her nipples were hard, showing that she was aroused. They were ever so slightly upturned, giving her a youthful perky appearance. Wow. I licked my lips, making her do the same in the picture.

I reached down, and worked my dress down lower, and I watch as she did the same in the picture. Now I took a step back, being very careful to maintain full eye contact. And she did the same! I could see her now, including her bush of hair between her legs. I turned to the side a bit, and so did she, and I could see her ever so perfect butt. Firm, round, soft, and perfect. Just like the rest of her.

But then I made a mistake: I broke eye contact to get a better look at her down low, and pop! My trance was broken, and I was standing there, naked (except a dress on the floor around my feet), looking at a picture. I was hard as a rock. Needless to say, I had to run to the bathroom and 'relieve myself', because I was so aroused.

The night had been a perfect success, at least until I got too excited and broke my concentration. It was a mistake I would not make tomorrow.

* * *

 

When I got up in the morning, I felt exhilarated. I had seen the ideal beauty of my dreams naked, and now I would be able to control her, and make things go as far as I wanted them to. It was so exciting that I already knew she would be filling my thoughts all throughout the day.

When I was shaving after I showered, something strange struck me though. I was looking at myself in the mirror as I shaved, and I noticed something in my eyes. Something deep and penetrating that I hadn't noticed before. Almost like *her* eyes. But I ignored it. I never really gazed into my own eyes, so maybe I just never noticed it before. I concluded my shaving, got dressed, then drove off to work.

As I rode in my car, I looked at the women commuting to work. It struck me as funny that last night, *I* had worn a dress, just as some of them were now. It was a weird feeling! But although I had done something like that I would never do otherwise, it was all for a good cause.

 

All day long of thought of my dream girl, and how much I loved her. I thought of her perfect body, and how much I would enjoy seeing her again that night. She was hard to get out of my thoughts, and I ended up daydreaming most of the time.

When I finally was able to leave the office, I had an idea that came to me during the day. The previous night, it was awesome to see this perfect woman strip down naked. But it was just one thing: off with the dress, and she was nude. Now when you see a stripper dance, she always has a couple of things on, so the excitement builds as she takes her clothes off. So I decided to do something about it: I stopped at a store, and bought a bra and panty set for myself. I would put them on before I went to see *her*. Then when she took off her dress, she would have more things to remove. And thus, it would be more exciting to watch her strip down naked.

I didn't even feel like eating diner. I just went into my room, got naked, put on the panties, struggled to get the bra on, and then my dress. I went to my office, and looked into her lovely eyes. I was ready. Tonight was going to be even better than the previous one.

I looked at her lovely face, and those deep blue eyes. I smiled, and she smiled along with me. Time was meaningless to me now. A second might have passed, or an hour. I didn't know. All I knew was how much in love with her I was, and how I was going to control her now, and make her get naked.

I reached for the U-neck of my dress, and pulled it down. In the picture, she did the same thing, at the same time as I had just done. Perfect. Now I could clearly see the tops of her perfect breasts. But then a very strange thing happened. In the picture, I saw her pull her top back up, and in perfect unison, I did the same. I had just controlled her, but now she had controlled *me*.

I panicked, and tried to look away. The feeling of being controlled was really weird, and I didn't like it one bit. Every time previously that I had looked away, the trance was broken. But now, something was wrong. I was not able to look away. I could only look deep into her eyes. I was helpless, as I looked at her.

"Hello Al" I heard a voice say. A soft, feminine voice, with a slight tinge of a foreign accent, just like I had imagined. I tried to reply, but I was unable to speak out loud. But she heard my thoughts.

"I am in your head now" she said. "Every day, you have brought more and more of me into your thoughts. Now, I am inside of you."

"What's going on?" I thought back to her.

"Look into my eyes, my love" she said. "You cannot look away. I am Rene. I have been trapped in the picture for many years, and now I will be free again. You are going to help me."

"How can I help you?" I wondered in my thoughts.

"You are going to become me!" she replied.

"No..." I thought. "I can't do that!"

"It has already started" she said. "Look at yourself. You are wearing a dress, a bra and panties. You already are dressing as me. Already, part of you has become female inside. And now, the rest of you will change too."

"I'm not female!" I protested.

"Yes? Then why are your breasts so large?"

In the picture, she put her hands on her large breasts. Involuntarily, my hands moved into the same position, at the exact same time. And I could feel *them*. Breasts. Large mounds of female flesh, on my chest! I had breasts now, and I hadn't even noticed! It was as if they had been a part of me all along, and their presence hadn't even alarmed me. Until now.

Now I was in a panic. I was being controlled by a woman. Her voice was in my head. I was wearing her clothes. And now, on top of all that, I had breasts! No! This couldn't be happening.

"Please make this stop!" I thought.

"It is too late. You are already well on the way to becoming me."

In the picture, her hands slid down out of sight. My hands responded in perfect unison, until they came to rest between my legs. There, I felt nothing. Nothing! It was gone. All of it. I was no longer a man, physically. I was a woman now. Oh please, no!!!!

Long soft hair started to cascade down around me. I felt myself growing *softer*. Shorter. Petite. Feminine. My hips widened, as my tummy got smaller, giving me an hourglass figure. I could feel my face changing. I could see my skin getting software, and milky smooth and fair. My fingernails grew longer and oval shaped, even as my hands became smaller and finer.

My legs were long and smooth. My rear was now shapely and rounded. My posture changed, and I stood up with an elegant air of beautiful grace. I brushed the hair from my face, and I smiled, as I somehow knew that my face was now pretty, just like in the picture.

"As you can see, you are now a member of the fair sex. You are now female. You *are* a woman, and there is no way to deny it. If you were to look into a mirror now, you would see the same thing as the painting. Your body is mine now. You are me."

"I am Rene" said the girl in the painting. At the same time, in the same voice, I said the same words. I had the exact same voice as her, with the soft tones, and the slight accent. She had taken over my body, and made it hers. Not just in terms of controlling me, but also she had changed me, until now I *was* her.

Still, I could not break eye contact with the painting. I continued to stare at it, as my torture continued. I gasped for breath. Even my automatic responses were gone from my grip, as she took over total and complete control, one function at a time. My body was now hers. She was in my mind. I was starting to *feel* things inside I never felt before. She was taking me over: mind, body and soul.

Having her talk to me was scary, but now she was quiet, and the silence now was far worse. What was she doing to me now? I felt weak, and dizzy. She was overwhelming me, and now in my mind I could start to see her memories. Memories of growing up as a young girl in France, wearing a while dress while my mother walked with me down by the Seine river. We had a dog, and we were walking down the Champs Elyssis, as we headed to a bakery to buy a cake. A birthday cake. It was my birthday, and we were going to celebrate!

I could remember my sister Louise, and how she was jealous that I was older and prettier than she was. And I was a far better student as well. When I graduated, I decided to go to America to study in the university, so I left my homeland one a boat that seemed to take forever to get there.

I was so excited to be in America, and the people were all so nice to me because I was such a pretty young woman. I loved to dress up in frilly fancy clothes, wear makeup and high heels, and to stay up all night drinking wine, smoking and dancing with the young men who all wanted to be with me. I could pick and choose as I pleased.

All my memories were complete now, and now my body had been restored as well. I stretched. It felt good to be young again. I remembered how I sat for my portrait to be painted by the man who said he would make me immortal. I remember his words, as if it was yesterday.

"On your 55th birthday, you must sell this painting. Then you will live forever."

I remembered growing up, and growing old. I sold the painting as I had been instructed, on my 55th birthday. Then next thing I new, I was young again. I lived another full life, and again, sold the painting on my 55th birthday. Now for the third time, I was a young woman.

I didn't understand the process. All I knew was that I could live forever, and be young again. Isn't that every woman's dream?

  

  

  

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