The Reformation

by Jennifer White

 

Sam got home from work, and decided to do one of his favorite things: he got onto his computer, started up a web browser, and started to surf the web, searching for web sites that were to his taste. His taste in naked women that is. He was addicted, constantly searching for the next greatest web site.

Today, he found a new place he had never seen before, so he went into the free preview for the site, and instantly he was excited, as he saw *so* many awesome pictures of naked chicks. They were in various poses, in different scenes, sometimes even with girl-on-girl action! He loved the blonde spreading out on her bed, touching herself. It was *so* cool.

He looked at so many awesome pictures, that he decided he would definitely think about paying to get access to all the content on the web site. Alas, his credit card bill was a bit larger than he liked, so he could only sigh, and think of subscribing next month. But he did bookmark the URL.

He had been looking at the web site for at least half an hour. He was about to exit, when he noticed something he hadn't seen before: there was a new button on top of the page, which said to click in order to see an exciting free movie. Sam moved the mouse, and clicked on the button.

It took a few moments for the content to download. Then the image of a stunningly beautiful woman appeared. She smiled, and pulled her blouse wide apart so that you could clearly see her generous breasts. She smiled and giggled, shrugging her shoulders. She seemed to be looking right into Sam's eyes, as she started to speak.

"Hello" she said in a smoky seductive tone of voice. "You've been watching me, haven't you? Well I've got some news for you boy. I've been watching you too. You don't realize it yet, but while you were staring at me any my girlfriends, I've been making some changes to you."

Sam's heart raced. This seemed like a threat of some kind. What was she talking about? He suddenly felt scared, but also quite compelled to hear her out. What was going on?

"That's right boy. You heard me correctly. You will find that these changes are quite *permanent*, and there is nothing at all you can do to stop them."

She giggled again, and pinched her arms together, squishing her boobs, making them look even bigger than they were. Her sexy voice and glamorous looks were the complete opposite of the menacing message she was relaying. Sam was perplexed, and didn't know how to react to this. It must all be a game. That was it, a game to make you interested in the web site.

"You are being reformed" she said now. "Reformed into a completely new image. I know it must be confusing for you to hear this, but in a few days, you will begin to understand."

She made a pouty kiss on her face with her large, bright red lips. Then she put her hand by her mouth, and blew a kiss towards the camera. She smiled and winked, then giggled one last time before the image faded to black.

 

Sam took a deep breath. Maybe it was better *not* to visit that web site again. It freaked him out, even if it was just a game. Or a hoax of some kind to scare him. He erased the bookmark just to be sure, and turned the computer off. He had enough of his online adventures for one day!

 

* * *

 

It was about a week later, and Sam had completely forgotten about his incident online. He came home from work as usual, and he was going to head out to some of his favorite web sites. But when he got to his doorway, he noticed that he had a package. He didn't remember ordering anything, but it was his name on the address label. Maybe it was a present from someone.

He took the box inside, and put it on the kitchen table before opening it. He looked inside, and he had to laugh. Someone had sent him the wrong package! Inside the box were things for a chick. There was a white lacy pair of panties, and a matching bra. The bra had the same lace pattern, with a little pink bow in the middle where the V from the cups met the underwires. There was also a pair of control top pantyhose in the box. What was going on?

Sam examined the shipping label and the packing slip. Both were made out in his name. Clearly, someone at the mail order company had put the wrong name on the account. He never ordered any of this stuff! Someone really messed up. He would have to call them, and tell them about the error.

 

Later that evening, Sam went to pack it all up, so he could send it back. He put the box on the table, and got ready to replace the items in it. He put in the packing slip, then he picked up the bra. His hands felt the soft inner lining and the texture on the outside from the lacy. It seemed so exciting as he held it, that his mind wandered away from the task of packing it up. Instead, there was an image in his mind, of him wearing the bra.

Along with the image was such a strong urge to put it on, and see how wonderful it felt. Sam had never been excited by women's undergarments like this before, and never in his life did he ever feel an urge to try them on. But the strange thing was, instead of his inner self getting upset and thinking it was wrong to do, somehow, it felt *natural*. It felt like it was the right thing to do. It wasn't even a question of resisting this new urge; that would be like resisting the urge to breath.

Sam took off his shirt, and put the bra on. He had to fumble a few times to get the strap in back all hooked up. He had taken bras *off* of girls before, but he had never put on to himself. Finally though, he was able to get it closed in back. He looked down at the bra on his chest, and he felt the most wonderful glow inside.

If wearing a bra made him feel this good, he suddenly wondered what the panties would do for him. Excitedly, Sam rushed over to the table to retrieve them, and in no time, he had them on as well. Now he felt just overwhelming comfort and fulfillment, as if for the first time in his life, he was whole.

Both the panties and the bra fit him wonderfully, and he considered putting on the pantyhose as well. But his legs were so hairy, they would look really silly on him. He giggled, and took off his new underwear. He carefully placed them in his dresser drawer, right next to each other, along with the package of pantyhose. He took the empty box, and threw it into the trash.

It was late, and Sam was tired. Tomorrow as a big day at work, and he needed to get some rest.

 

* * *

 

The buzzer went off at 6:30am, the usual time for Sam's work day. He groaned, and got up out of the bed. It was always blurry in the morning, until he had his first cup of coffee. He dragged himself into the shower, and let the hot steamy water run all over his body, before washing up, then going to get dressed. Then he had his usual breakfast, reading the business section of the newspaper as he ate his fruit and granola, while drinking a strong cup of coffee.

He got into his car, and drove to work. His usual parking spot was open, so he parked the car. A normal day, in every way, except one thing that he had failed to notice, until the moment he sat down at his desk and booted up his computer: for some reason, without thinking about it, he had put on the bra and panties instead of his regular boxers and T-shirt! How could he have made such a colossal mistake? How could he have not noticed?

Now he felt very conscious of the fact that he was wearing a bra. Would anyone be able to see it through his cotton dress shirt? He was afraid to take his jacket off as he normally did, so he kept it on, and kept it buttoned up as well, just in case, so nobody would get a glance at his bra.

When the coffee he drank earlier made him feel like he had to go use the restroom, his female undergarments were cause for alarm again. There was no fly in the panties, so he would need to sit down to pee. But what if someone looked under the stall, and saw them? He used the handicapped stall, just because there would be less of a chance for someone to look in and get a glance at what he had down around his ankles. He pushed them into his pants, and folded the pants over the top too, just to be careful. How could he have been so stupid? Why in the world did he put himself into this situation?

 

It was hard getting through the day, in constant fear of discovery. But it was also very disconcerting to think that he would have done something to himself that was so potentially embarrassing! It bothered him to no end that he had done it, and not noticed!

So it was with a massive sigh of relief that 5:00 finally came around on the clock, and he was able to go home!

"Hey Sam, want to go have a few beers with us?" asked Paul, one of his coworkers.

"Sorry dude, some other time" he said.

"What, you've got a big date tonight?"

"Something like that. Later."

"Later."

 

Sam made it home, and parked the car in the garage. He went to the front to get the mail, as he always did after arriving home. He was utterly dismayed to find that along with the usual collection of bills and junk mail, there was another package for him, from the same company as the last one! And in addition, there were three different mail order catalogs for women's clothing and cosmetic products. He had never received one of those before. And as if to add one final insulting touch, there was a free product trial in an envelope: one free sample of a new brand of tampon.

"What do they think I am?" he said out loud in frustration, "a woman?"

He shook his head, and carried the mail inside. This time, he was hesitant to open up the box. He decided that the first thing he needed to do was to get out of the panties and the bra. Then he'd be able to think more clearly. He went to his room, pulled out a T-shirt from his dresser, and then opened the top drawer to get out a nice pair of boxers. His eyes caught the pantyhose that laid next to them, and a shudder went through his body.

He ignored them, and went to undress. After kicking off his shoes, he undid his belt, and took off his trousers. He folded them neatly, and draped them over a hanger. He removed his jacket, and placed it on the same hanger, then placed it back into the closet, next to all the other suits he wore to work.

After removing his tie, he took off his white cotton dress shirt, throwing it and his dark socks into the hamper with the other dirty clothes. He looked down at himself, shuddering to think that all he was wearing at the moment was a pair of lacy white panties, and a bra.

Sam was about to take off the panties, when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He gasped as he looked at himself like that. Somehow, against all logic, the underwear didn't look out of place on him, as if it *belonged* there. But that wasn't possible. He felt a panic set in, as if he needed to get it off *now*.

But then he saw his legs. His legs! They were so smooth looking. He had never noticed them like that before. He reached down, and felt them with his hands. They were smooth and bare. How could his legs be clean shaven? When did he do that?

Suddenly, there was an image in his mind from that morning. As he had showered, he had shaved his legs using one of his disposable razors! Now he could remember doing that, right before he put on his panties and his bra. And at the same time, he had shaved.... his chest and armpits! They too were smooth and devoid of any hair. All over, he was smooth and hairless now, like a woman.

Seeing his bare legs made him feel something new now: an overwhelming urge to put on the pantyhose that were right there in his dresser. Just like the previous night with the panties and bra, he couldn't help himself, and soon found himself putting them on, much to his dismay.

He admired himself in the mirror, with the tanned nylon encasing his legs. The control top helped his tummy look just a little bit slimmer, but he shook his head at how pudgy he felt in the tummy and in the thighs. At least his hips didn't look too big, nor his butt. But where were his curves? How would he ever look good in a pair of jeans if he didn't have curves?

Sam tried to put all of those negative thoughts out of his head. He put on a bathrobe, and went into the livingroom. There he saw the box on the table. Now when he first found it, his initial thought was to write "return to sender" and put it back out into the mail. But now, he felt like he really needed to know what was inside it.

He ripped it open, and clutched his hands to his chest when he discovered that it contained a dozen pairs of panties in various colors and sizes, three more bras, and best of all, a new outfit! There was a white skirt, a powder blue cami top, and a matching sweater that buttoned up the front. He quickly put on the clothes, and rushed to the mirror to admire himself.

As he felt the skirt swish against his leg, it sent delicious shivers up and down his spine. It felt so *good* to be dressed up like that! He looked in the bottom of the box, and there was one thing he had missed: a pair of black shoes. They only had a small heel, but they were cute, with an open toe. He put them on, and grabbed his car keys. He was on a mission now. There was some things he needed, and they were more important than having dinner. And anyway, he needed to loose some weight.

Sam got in his car, and went two miles to the local drugstore. He just knew what he needed, and rapidly went through the aisles, selecting all sorts of cosmetics. He needed mascara for example, because there was none at all at his house. The same went for blush, foundation, eyeshadow, and all of the other things you need on a daily basis. He also select tweezers as well as eyelash curlers and a few brushes.

On the next aisle, Sam picked up night cream for his face, hair removal cream for his legs, and a home eyebrow waxing kit. He continued to load the cart with hair brushes, curlers, hairspray and styling mousse. Finally, he headed to the checkout line. On the way, he paused to pick up a box of tampons, selecting the same brand as the free one he received in the mail.

All the while, he received all sorts of stares. Some of the employees recognized him, because he shopped there quite often. But this was the first time he had shopped there dressed in women's clothes. He had made no attempt to put on makeup or do anything to his face. And so, there he was, looking like a man, despite his feminine attire. The teenage girl who ran the cash register tried not to stare or to giggle at him, although it was difficult not to!

"I think I'll take this as well" said Sam, putting a copy of Glamour on the counter.

"Is that all, um, Ma'am?" asked the girl.

"Yes dear. By the way, your hair is very pretty today. Did you just get highlights?"

"Actually, yes!" she said, surprised that he noticed. When he had shopped there before, he was more the type to stare at her boobs, not to compliment her on how she had her hair done!

"Who's your stylist? I'm looking for someone good."

"Her name is Janet. She works at Suzie's Salon, on 5th."

"I'll call her and make an appointment soon. Thank you so much" said Sam, smiling.

"You're welcome" said the girl, handing him his change.

As soon as Sam walked out the door, the girl was howling with laughter. But Sam was oblivious. He was driving home with his load of goodies.

 

 

When Sam got home, he felt very tired and run-down, even though he hadn't done very much that day. It was strange why his body would feel so worn out, even though he was generally in good shape, and rarely got sick. Perhaps he was coming down with a cold or something.

So he just went to put on an oversized T-shirt, and then his nightcream on his face. It was just 9:00, but he couldn't bear to keep his eyes open for even one more moment. He almost passed out on the bed as he laid down, and instantly was swallowed up by the blackness of sleep...

 

* * *

 

The next morning, Sam woke up, although he still felt exhausted, as if his body was tired from working out all night, instead of being asleep in bed. He was actually covered in sweat so much that he had to throw his T-shirt into the hamper with the other dirty clothes

He showered, and then dressed for work. He put on is bra and panties, as if it was his normal routine. Then he put on his pantyhose, before dressing in his suit and tie. After brushing his hair (which he wished was longer, so he could do something with it!), he paused to grab one of his tampons, and put it in his jacket pocket, just in case. He put on a touch of foundation, and just a hint of blush to give his cheeks some color. Then he was ready to head into work.

Sam arrived at work, and got right to it, ignoring the few stares he got from coworkers. Someone whispered that they thought he had makeup on his face, but he didn't react. He was just concentrating on his work. The day flew by, but he was again feeling exhausted, even though the entire day was spent seated at his desk.

He drove home, and had dinner. After cleaning up the dishes, he decided to go online. There were things he needed, and he was too tired to go shopping in person. So it was through a variety of online stores that he ordered three skirts, two dresses, five tops, two pretty blouses, a pair of hip-hugger bell bottom jeans, and then several pairs of pants including capris and dress pants.

But that wasn't all. He bought several nighties at the next web site, along with a half slip and a camisole. Then he bought some thigh-high nylons in several shades of color. Now all he needed was his shoes. Lots of them. Pumps. Mules. Flats. Boots. Boots with heels and pointy toes.

Lastly, he went to a department store online, that specialized in women's business suits. He bought five of them, so he wouldn't have to wear the same thing into the office every day. Two of them had skirts, and the others had pants. But they were all really sharp looking, and very professional.

The more he shopped, the better he felt. He was almost in a trance-like state, enjoying the shopping spree. But once again, he was overcome with an enormous tiredness, as if he was ready to collapse at any moment. But there was one last thing he *had* to buy: he was so unhappy with his hair. He just felt a driving inner need to have long pretty hair. He needed a wig to get by with, until his own hair was long enough. And so he bought a pretty one online. It was high quality, and tawny in color. He couldn't wait for it to arrive, so he paid extra for priority shipping.

Now barely able to keep his eyes open, he staggered to his bedroom, undressed, put on his night cream, and passed out on the bed.

 

* * *

 

Sam had been so tired, that he was oblivious to some of the changes to his body. His clothes didn't fit him as well as they normally did the next morning, as he put his suit and tie over a clean pair of panties and a bra. All he knew was that being in panties felt incredibly comfortable, and so did wearing a bra. At night, he missed the feeling of support it gave him. He decided he needed a jog bra to wear at night to sleep in.

Sam felt sad that his new suits hadn't arrived yet. Wearing the same old boring suit and tie seemed so wrong somehow. But what choice did he have? He sighed as he put on his foundation, blush, and just a little light lip gloss. He was considering some mascara, but there just wasn't time. And his eyebrows really needed to be plucked. He would have to make the time to use the home eyebrow waxing kit when he got home from work.

 

In the office, for some strange reason, he heard several people laugh after they walked by him. He felt somehow insulted and ashamed. They were laughing at him because of how poorly he was dressed. Once his new suits and his new shoes arrived, all of that would stop! He'd show them.

Around lunchtime, Janet came by his cubicle, and asked if he'd like to go with her to lunch.

"That would be great!" he enthused. "Are the other girls coming too?"

"It was just going to be you and I" she said.

"Oh why not ask Carol and Flo to come along as well? You know, the usual gang."

"No. It will just be us."

"That's too bad" said Sam. "I'd love to get to gossip with all of you at once."

"Well, that is sort of what I wanted to talk to you about" said Janet, as they walked out the door and across the parking lot to her car. "All the gossip in the office. I wanted to get a few things straight, before it all spins out of control."

"I swear to you" said Sam, "I haven't been spreading rumors about *anyone*."

"I appreciate that" said Janet. "But there are a lot of things being said at work, and we need to talk."

"All right" said Sam, as they drove a few miles away to a Greek restaurant that served healthy dishes for lunch.

 

The two sat down at a table. Janet noted how Sam was crossing his legs at the knees as he sat down, just like a woman would. She tried to make small talk as they ordered their food. And then she got down to business.

"Sam, everyone at the office is talking" she said.

"Yes, you mentioned that" he said, as he took a bite of his salad.

"They're talking about *you*" she said, being more direct.

"Me?" he asked, before laughing. "What could they be saying about me? It isn't my bad taste in clothes, is it?"

"Sam," said Janet very gently, "Are you wearing makeup?"

"Yes, of course" he replied. "I didn't have time to do my eyes today though. Pity."

"And Sam, one person said that they thought you're wearing a bra."

"Of course I am" he said, pulling his tie aside, then showing her through a gap in the buttons of his shirt.

Janet was shocked at how casual he was being about it. No embarrassment at all.

"But I don't get it" said Sam. "What is all the gossip about?"

Janet didn't know how to proceed now. Sam seemed so comfortable with what he was doing to himself.

"Sam, do you want to be a woman?" she finally asked.

"Listen Janet, I'd feel a lot more comfortable if you called me Megan. Sam is my legal name, but since you're my friend, I'd feel much better if you addressed me by my real name."

"Okay, um, Megan" she said.

Sam smiled warmly. And Janet was too phased to do anything but to keep off of the topic, and talk to him as if she was really having lunch with a girlfriend.

 

For his part, Sam was looking at Janet, and he was intensely jealous of her gorgeous hair. But as he looked at her, another urge was building up. She had on earrings. She wore a necklace. She had rings on her fingers. Sam suddenly felt so plain, and almost naked, because he had none of these for himself. He also looked longingly at her pretty fingernails, shaped into perfect ovals and painted a muted pink color. He wished his nails were as long as hers. Why hadn't he remembered to buy nail polish at the store the other day? He could just kick himself.

And then there was her purse. He had a wallet, but nothing to put it into. Why didn't he have a handbag of his own? Sam shook his head. He had some serious shopping to do online after work!

 

* * *

 

On Friday, Sam was so exhausted that he had to call in sick. He mostly slept in bed, his body tired beyond all description. What he didn't realize, was that his body was so tired, because it was undergoing rapid changes, and all of his energy was being sapped, as it was used by the cells of his body as they were altered into slightly different forms. Female forms.

When he got out of bed on Saturday, he took his usual shower. He didn't even take note of that fact that his breasts had grown in the past 24 hours, expanding to the size of a perky college girl's. Now he wouldn't be wearing a bra because he wanted to; he'd be wearing one because he *needed* to.

He now had the beginnings of curves, as his hips were slightly wider, his butt slightly rounded. And between his legs, his male organs had shrunk considerably. Even his Adam's apple had changed; it was barely visible now. But he didn't take any notice at all of any of this.

Sam went out to get the mail, and was delighted that several of his packages had arrived. He was thrilled to be dressing up in a new outfit, trying on his shoes, and putting on full makeup, after he did his eyebrows. He put on his bracelet and necklace he had ordered online, along with a couple of rings on each hand.

From there, it was on to the nail salon for a full manicure, pedicure, and his first nail polish. The prettier that he looked and felt, the giddier that he became. He stopped by a jewelry store, bought a pair of pretty dangling earrings, and had his ears pierced so he could wear them right away. Then he decided to go online, and check the status of some of the orders he had not yet received.

Sam started up a web browser, and he was surprised that instead of his regular homepage, it came up with something different. The web site where he had viewed the free movie, over a week ago. The stunning blonde was on the screen, and she seemed to be talking directly to him!

"Hello" she said in her sultry tone of voice. "You remember me don't you?"

"Of course" said Sam out loud, even though she was just an image on his computer.

Suddenly, her whole demeanor changed. Instead of looking seductive and blinking her eyes, she sat up straight, and took on a powerful stance, pointing right to Sam. She spoke on a firm tone of voice now, to let him know that she was in control.

"Since last time you saw me" she said, "there have been a few changes. By now you should understand the truth: you are becoming a woman."

Sam was looking at her, and she seemed so powerful. He seemed so weak. The words she said rung in his ears: you are becoming a woman. All of a sudden, a part of Sam's mind woke back up. It had been switched off for quite some time over the past few days. He suddenly felt like himself again, but something was dreadfully wrong. He was dressed up as a woman! He was wearing makeup and jewelry! He had long painted fingernails. He could remember everything now. He had done all of these things to himself!

He sat there, looking down at his tight skirt wrapped around him. It was so strange to see a skirt crossing over his legs, and to see them shaved smooth as well! Pantyhose, heels, all of these things seemed so foreign, and suddenly felt so wrong. But was of all was the feeling in his chest.

He felt the straps of a bra going over his shoulders. He felt the bra's band wrapped around his torso. That was bad. What was worse, was the fact that there was something filling out the bra. Not something stuffing it to make it look full, but something on his chest. A part of him. Boobs. He had boobs.

Immediately, Sam's hands flashed up to his chest, cupping his new perky breasts.

"No!!!" he said out loud.

"The changes are ongoing" continued the woman, "and they are irreversible. As you have noticed, the past few days the *female* side of your mind was in control. But in order for you to be whole, the male side of your personality must be integrated into her. As your body changes over the next few days, and you become a woman in the physical sense, she will absorb you into her personality. What you know as yourself today will become just a shadow, a small part of your female personality."

Sam was shivering all over. He didn't want to become a woman! He had to stop what she was doing to him!

"But in order to let her take you in, she had to let you back in control for a while. But don't get too used to it, because it won't be for long. Soon, you'll be just a part of *her*, fully under her control. She will absorb you, overwhelm you, and then you will *be* her."

Sam felt panic. He had to get away from all this! But how?

"You might want to touch yourself down between your legs" said the woman. "You feel your tiny little thing down there? It hasn't been that small since you were three years old. And soon it will be gone. Imagine how it will feel down there with a slit that goes inwards, instead of something poking out. In time, you'll be ready to want something to penetrate into *you*."

Sam almost felt like crying. How could anything possibly be worse than this?

"By now, your ovaries have already formed. By now, female hormones are flowing through you, unlocking your female potential. It won't be long now until you've become one of *us*. And there is nothing you can do about it."

She disappeared from the screen, and the browser closed itself. Sam sat there unable to react. The news of what was going on was indeed frightening, down to his very core. He was rapidly becoming female, and there was no way to stop it.

He realized now that for the past few days, he had been under the control of someone inside his brain, other than him. His female self. And now the woman said that she was going to *absorb* him into her! It was scary beyond all description to think that he had lived his life for the past few days with no conscious control of what he had been doing. He hadn't even been allowed to think about it. He had just done it, as if it was his normal life.

That made him shudder. When his female self exerted her control, he didn't even *notice* it. For all he knew, she could be making him think the very thoughts in his head at that moment. Almost in a daze, he wandered around the house, trying to think of what he could do to get out of the situation he was in. He did *not* want to be a woman, and he felt like every second that slipped away was one less second of his time that remained. Soon, she'd absorb him, and he'd be no more. That would be worse than dying; he'd be alive, but as a woman. He'd still think and feel, but it would be *her* thoughts in his mind, and *her* feelings in his heart. A fate truly worse than death itself.

 

When Sam walked into his bedroom, he noticed something: a box on his bed, and a note. He didn't remember putting it there, and he was puzzled. The box sickened him. It had been ordered online: a very large, realistically shaped dildo! The very thought of one of them disgusted him. He looked at the note, which was clearly in his own handwriting. It was interesting: he noticed that the things he had written down when *she* was in control of him had a different script, more flowing and neater. But this was his own handwriting, for sure. The note read:

 

Sam (me!!),

If you're still there, and you can still read this, you need to act now!

She wants to take over, and you have to stop her! She is going to make

you use this on yourself. I know how disgusting that sounds (because

after all, I *am* you. Or what you were, if she's got control of you now).

Anyway she's going to make you suck on this and stuff. Once you

cave in and do that, it will all be over. If she can control you enough to

make you do something that sickens you, then there is no hope left

for you.

So you have to act *now*. Take this disgusting thing, and show

her that she can't control you. If you suck it yourself, of your own

free will, then she can't ever *force* you into that act. Do it now,

before it's too late!

 

Sam

 

 

He stared at the note, reading it three times. It *was* his handwriting, and not hers. Maybe he had somehow broken free for a moment. Or maybe she was blocking out the memory of writing it. The note seemed genuine. But how could he be sure? What if she was trying to trick him into doing what the note asked?

But then, it did make sense. The woman on the PC had said that soon he'd *want* to be penetrated between the legs. And when that day came, she would be in full control of him. What if he took the thing, and did it to himself right then and there? She would never be able to *make* him do it. She'd never have that threat hanging over him. He decided to do it right then and there, before it was too late.

Sam stepped out off his high heel shoes. Then he removed his skirt. He sat on his bed, after removing the dld from it's box, and removing the clear plastic wrap from it. He stared at it, not sure he could go through with the plan. But he *had* to. This was the only way to keep *her* from taking control of him again. He took off his top and his bra, and then removed his panties.

He took a deep breath, and stared at it some more. He started by rubbing around his breasts, touching the tip of it to his nipples. That made them tingle, and get hard. His boobs seemed so much bigger now, and this was the first time that he had touched them in a way to get them aroused.

Now he took it up, and slid it into his mouth. There was a slight plastic taste to it, kind of like when you get a new plastic cup to drink from. Nothing bad, but it would be better if he washed it off first. But there was no time for that now, his very being was at stake. He sucked on it, and pushed and pulled to make it go in and out of his mouth.

Between the makeup on his face, the wig on his head, and his perky B-cup breasts, from the waist up, he looked just like a woman sucking on a dld. Only the shrunken organs protruding between his legs gave away his true gender. But Sam wasn't looking at them, his attention was rapt on the dld, as he started to build a rhythm, as he pumped it into his mouth again and again.

"Mmmmmmm" he said, letting out a low moan.

Where did that come from? It was extremely alarming that he was finding this experience *pleasurable*. All of a sudden, he realized that something was wrong. He would most certainly *not* enjoy what he was doing. But *she* would. If he was moaning with pleasure, then in reality, it was *her* talking through his voice.

Something had gone horribly wrong, and he felt a complete sense of helplessness and inner panic, as it dawned on him that she was exerting herself again. He had to stop what he was doing! She had tricked him! Instead of keeping her down, he had just let her loose!

Sam went to pull the huge *thing* out of his mouth, but his arm didn't respond to his command. It pumped it in and out again and again. He wanted to yell 'NO!', but his mouth was too full, as it wrapped around the dld. He couldn't say anything.

When at last the dld was removed from his mouth, it was because *she* pulled it out, not him. He took a deep breath, with his mouth finally open, and he watched in terror as his own hand took the dld and ran it down his body, between his breasts, past his belly button, and to a spot between his legs.

There, the tip of it searched in vain for an opening to penetrate.

"Oh put it in me baby!" he said, moaning again. It was a terrible feeling that coursed through him at that moment: he really did *want* it. If he had a hole there, he would have *liked* how it felt to put it inside him. All he could do at that moment was to pretend that he did have a slit between his legs, leading to his special place inside. He toyed with himself, getting more and more aroused.

 

When he finally stopped, he realized that what the woman on the PC had said was true: he wanted to be a woman now. He also realized that this meant that the woman inside him had started to pull him in, and take him over. But he was not afraid any more. He was calm. He was fearless, and most of all, in his soul, he was now female.

The woman within had overtaken him in those critical moments, and quickly consumed him. Now she was busy erasing key memories from his life. If he could not remember that he used to be a man, he would not be able to resist further changes from her. And so in Sam's mind now, as far as he could remember, he *always* had a vagina. In his mind, he could remember the first period he had, back when he was a little girl, but there was no memory of his first erection from being sexually aroused. And the memory of his first orgasm? It was the memory of putting his finger into himself when he was a girl, thinking of a cute boy in his class, and discovering his clit for the first time.

When Sam stood up, he was not 'Sam' anymore. As far as *she* could remember, *her* name had always been Megan. Ever since she was a little girl. She went to the kitchen get a salad. With all the energy her body was burning, as it reformed from male to female, it burned a tremendous amount of calories. She ate, then needed a nap. It was some time in her sleep that the last vestiges of her maleness disappeared forever.

 

* * *

 

Megan spent most of the day Sunday redecorating her place. It looked icky, like a man lived there. She had a lot of work to do, but not much of a budget. She had really run up her credit card bills recently, and she *had* to go shopping to get a new purse, more nail polish, and a few accessories she was lacking.

She made a list of all the projects that needed to be done. New window treatments, buy vases for flowers, plant a garden in back, brighten things up in the livingroom, get better appliances in the kitchen, and then get to work on the bedroom. She pictured a canopy bed, blue and white sheets with lacy trim, down comforter and feathered pillows. Pretty things to put on the dresser, a lighted makeup mirror, and perhaps even a vanity. And that wasn't even counting getting rid of all the useless men's clothes in her closet, and replacing them with something that fit her curves.

As Megan's breasts had swelled to their full D-cup size, her hips had widened, and her butt had become much rounder. Yet her tummy get smaller, and she really pinched in at the waist. She would look great in a corset, she decided. She would have to get one as soon as she had a chance.

In between her legs, she now was completely different than she had been just a few days before. She had a pair of lips, her labia, which made a little mound. She could part them with her fingers, and using a mirror, she could see her inner lips, where everything was soft and pink. It all led to the special place inside her, which she would explore with her dld before she went to bed for the night. She couldn't wait to feel it up inside her! That would be so cool.

She laid out a nice suit for the next day at work, with a navy blue skirt, matching jacket, white blouse, and dark nylons. She picked a pair of heels that weren't too sexy, and not so impractical that she wouldn't be able to walk around on them. Yet they also had to go well with the outfit. It was a lot of work putting an outfit together for work, but it was definitely worth it!

 

The next day Megan got up extra early. She smiled as she remembered how she had toyed with herself for hours before going to bed. Once the dild got all wet from her juices, it slipped in and out so easily. She loved how it felt when she plunged it down deep inside of her. It was a wonderful satisfying feeling. But it was her first couple of inches, just inside the start of her opening, where the big payoff was. The dld had a realistic shape, and so at the tip there was an area that got wider, then suddenly narrower, sort of like a mushroom. When she worked the tip around the start of her vagina, wow. That was awesome!

She smiled again as she put on her makeup, this time, using the full assortment of powders and creams to really make her face shine. Once she had her eyes done, she thought that she looked a lot prettier. She put bright red lipstick on, then placed the tube into the new Prada purse she had just bought, along with a couple of tampons, just in case.

She drove into work, got on her computer, and started to get things done. After about an hour though, her boss came by to see her.

"Please come with me" he said.

Megan followed him to his office.

"Please shut the door, and have a seat" he said.

Megan did as he asked. He was her boss, after all. He had just better not get fresh with her. She wasn't that kind of girl!

"Everyone is talking about you" he said. "You're causing quite a fuss here Sam."

"That's Megan" she corrected.

"All right Megan. I just need to know that this isn't a joke, and you really intend to stay as a woman. We value diversity here, and you won't be fired just because you've changed your gender. But we do need to update your employee record, and have you reclassified as a woman, if that is what you are going to do."

"I can assure you" said Megan, "that my change is quite permanent. I am a woman, and I will remain so for all the rest of my life."

"Very well. I'll have Cindi bring over the papers this afternoon."

"Yes sir" she replied, as she rose to leave.

 

 

Most of the people in the office were surprised that Sam would show up to work looking, sounding, and acting like a woman, calling herself Megan. Most of them tried to take it in stride, or to ignore her. Except for one guy, Bob. He was being a real jerk about it.

"What, being a man wasn't good enough for you? I guess you were too much of a wuss anyway. I guess you never really were a man."

Megan turned from him, and headed back to her desk.

"Now that you're a chick, there's just one thing you're good for" he said. "You can come over to my desk any time, and get down on your knees. I'll show you what a *real* man is like."

 

Now *that* really set her off. It was one thing to insult her, personally. It was another thing to insult all women in general, buy implying that they were only good for one thing. And so when everyone was going to lunch, Megan made an excuse to head over in the general direction of Bob's cubicle.

"I'll meet you downstairs girls" she said. "I will only be a moment."

"We'll pull the car up for you" said Janet.

"Great!" said Megan. "I'll see you in a minute."

 

She walked to Bob's desk. He wasn't there of course, taking his usual long lunch. Megan was a system's administrator, so her admin password would open up Bob's machine. She casually opened his web browser, and changed the home page to something different. A certain web site that a man named Sam had visited, not that long ago. Then she saved it, exited the browser, and logged out from the computer.

Megan went off to lunch with the girls, and smiled. Bob would never know what hit him.

 

* * *

 

One week later, Megan passed by Bob in the hallway. She turned to look at him as he walked away from here. There, beneath his shirt, was the faint outline of a bra. Megan smiled. Bob had found the web site. She knew what lay in his future. Soon, she'd have another girlfriend at work, who she could go out with for lunch.

Megan smiled again. Bob would soon be joining her as a girl, and that night, she had a date with Andrew from Sales. She was smiling, because everything was going her way, and she felt like the was one very lucky girl.

  

  

  

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