Second Chance

by Jennifer White

 

I woke up to quite a shock. I was in bed, laying on my back. I could remember everything, my whole life, who I was and what I had done, just like any normal day. Yet somehow it felt like my existence felt like a thing of the past, as if it had been ages since I was alive. I tried to concentrate, and figure out what was going on. It all felt so strange! My body felt wrong somehow.

"My name is Briana" I thought to myself. I was Briana. I had always been Briana. I was her, and she was me.

But there was a problem; I could barely hear my own thoughts! There was this thunderously loud voice ringing in my ears that just didn't seem right. It was a *male* voice. His thoughts were so much louder than mine! How could I have a male voice in my head? This just didn't make any sense at all, and you can imagine how upset I felt!

Then things went from bad to worse. You see, I decided to stand up, but nothing happened!. In fact, no matter what I did, my body didn't respond to my commands. I felt utterly weak and helpless. My body wasn't responding to my mind, there was a loud male voice ringing in my head, and now, my hand started to move on it's own. There was nothing I could do to stop it. It kept moving to the space between my legs, and it started to scratch.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That was *not* what I expected to find between my legs! It felt so real, yet it *couldn't* be me. How could I have a sack dangling down there, and a hard shaft protruding out, pointing forward? It wasn't me! It couldn't be! It felt like a man's anatomy down there. My hand was scratching my balls. But that was impossible! How could I have balls? I was a woman. I had always been a woman. How could I have a *man's* body? That was just so wrong!

My eyes opened, again without me being able to control them. And now as I pulled the covers away, I got a glimpse of my body. It *was* a man's body. Nooo!!!!!!!!!!!! I was in a man's body somehow. This was just so wrong. So wrong. Now, against my will, I was walking over to the bathroom. I was standing up to pee, holding a penis in my hand.

I was in such shock, that I thought I would just fall over. But nothing I did had any effect; I was just a passenger in this body. He couldn't hear my voice it seemed, because he didn't respond to me. He just went about his day as if nothing was wrong. Just like a man not to listen to a woman! But in my case, it was cause for sheer terror, not the usual annoyance. Can you image what it would be like to suddenly find yourself in male body,

 

Can you imagine how terrible it felt to step into a shower, and wash your body, when it was covered with so much icky hair? Can you imagine seeing your legs all hairy? That is just plain gross. Not to mention that the body I was in now was flat chested (with more hair all over *that* too).

"Please, shave off that hair" I said as loudly as I could. "You're making me feel nauseous."

But he didn't hear me, or didn't care. Humph! Typical man.

 

I was just sick as he ate breakfast like a slob. For one thing, there were too many carbs with the bagel. And the way he covered it with peanut butter made me sick. Way too much fat in that! He gulped down a full glass of milk, and it wasn't even skim milk. Oh, and did I mention that he dressed like a slob too? No fashion sense to speak of. If I was going to be trapped in a guy's body, couldn't he have at least been a hunk?

And all the while, as he stuffed his face with food, he was reading the sports page. Who cares about some stupid game? And with his thoughts blasting so loud in my head, I tell you it was sheer torture. He was walking down the street now, and I was disgusted. A woman was walking ahead of him, and his eyes were glued to her butt.

"I'd love to nail that!!!" he thought, making me want to blush (if I could have).

And if a woman was walking towards us, he wouldn't be looking at her outfit, her shoes, or anything important like that. No; his eyes were glued on her boobs. And his thoughts were worse and worse.

"I'd love to f*ck her all night" he thought. "She should go down on me right now."

 

If I could have thrown up, I would have.

"Stop that!!!" I said again, with all my heart, as loud as I could manage.

 

Suddenly, he stopped. He turned around to look, but there was nobody there. He shook his head, and continued on as if nothing had happened. But inside, I was elated. I had finally reached him. Somehow, he had heard my voice for the first time. If I concentrated fully, and said something with all my heart, he could hear it. I had unlocked the secret.

 

* * *

 

When I woke up the next day, which was a Saturday, I had hoped that I would find that it was all just some crazy bad dream. But it wasn't. I woke up before him, and I could see his dreams. He was dreaming of having kinky sex, and I was hit again by that disgusted feeling in my gut. But that wasn't the worst of the morning. After he got up and fed his face, he went back to his bedroom. He pulled out a copy of Playboy from his dresser, and opened it up to the glossy pictures of the women inside.

I was checking out their hair and their makeup. I liked how the blonde had her eyes done. The eyeliner and the mascara drew in attention, and the subtle eye shadow really sealed the deal. It made her eyes look innocent and doe-like. But that wasn't what he was focusing on: he drooling over her boobs and that special space between her legs.

And then came the worst thing so far: he took a tissue from the box on the dresser. Then he pulled down his boxers. He was fully hard, which was another disgusting feeling for a girl like me to experience! And now, he started to stroke himself! Now of course, I had masturbated, back when I was in my female body. But when I did it, I would have the lights turned out, and it would be a gentle thing. With him, it was just wanking off.

He came so quick! I was always surprised how quickly a man could climax. I was used to being a woman, where you need to gently coax out your orgasms. But the male body seemed to be designed to just do a quick bang, then end it. It just wasn't fair. You know what I mean. Just when you're getting into it, your boyfriend can't hold it, and he comes. And to add insult to injury, after they leave you on the verge of an orgasm, they're not willing to go down on you and complete the job. I always got frustrated in the bedroom.

But I digress. Anyway, when he did come, it wasn't all that great. All those thoughts of sex that this man had, and when he finally does come, it isn't even *close* to what you get as a woman! I didn't realize what poor creatures men were, until that moment. I actually had to laugh. Men didn't know what they were missing.

 

After he showered, he got dressed. He needed to go shopping for clothes. I should mention that by now I had figured out who's body I was in. His name was Tim Ardmore, and he was 28 years old. He was single, but he had a girlfriend. They had a date scheduled that night, so he was going to get a new outfit to impress her.

I was frustrated that I still had no control over his actions. I felt so helpless to be dragged along, and forced to feel whatever he felt, as he did it with no input from me. But I took comfort from the fact that I had reached him yesterday. I just had to be sure to feel it with all my heart, and then I'd be able to get through to him.

 

As he walked in the front door, there were all the displays. On one of the mannequins, there was this little pink tank top with the words "Juicy Girl" written in pink glitter. It was matched with a white skirt with a ruffled fringe.

"That is really cute!!" I thought. "You should buy that."

Tim stopped, and looked around. He had heard my voice! He was looking behind him to see who was talking. I decided that it was time to introduce myself.

"Hello Tim" I said.

"Who are you?" he said.

"The question is," I said, "who are you?"

"What the h*ll?" he said out loud.

"You don't need to speak" I replied. "I'm inside your head. I can hear your thoughts."

 

You should have heard what he was thinking! At first it was a jumble of anger (a man's first reaction for some reason I guess), and then blame. He blamed his girlfriend for it, if you can believe that! Anyway, then he quickly moved into denial.

"This is a trick" he thought. "I'm just imagining it."

"It's not a trick" I said. "I am real. My name is Briana, and I am in your mind now."

 

Now that little exchange just exhausted me! It took so much for me to be able to reach him, and I suddenly realized just how weak I really was. I hoped that I'd be able to grow in strength, because I couldn't take it just being a passive watcher. I wanted to be able to control myself. But I couldn't, and that made me feel so horrible!

And so now, I was stuck to go throughout the rest of the day, too drained to do anything but watch. It was like a bad TV program, where you couldn't change the channel. I had to watch him pick up horrid clothes for his date, and then go to the gym. I felt disgusting working out, with so much of my hairy body showing. The only saving grace was a trip into the men's locker room. What girl hasn't wanted a peak into there?

But stupid Tim wouldn't even look at the good stuff. He stared at the floor, instead of at the cute hunks who were all glistening after their workouts. And some things I saw in there were to disgusting, that a girl like me just can't repeat. Lets just say that it spoiled my image of a men's locker room forever. Instead of a bunch of hotties wrapped in towels, showing just enough to get you giddy, it was, well, lets just say that the men at this gym weren't all models.

 

After the gym, it was back to Tim's house to watch sports on TV, until he got dressed in his ugly new clothes, and ready for his date. His girlfriend was named Erika, and I could see his image of her in his mind. He thought that he was going to score with her that night! But when the date started, right from the beginning, he did everything wrong.

He bragged about himself, on and on. He cut her off, sometimes in mid sentence. Instead of talking for a while, then letting her have a turn, he wanted to dominate the whole conversation. He never asked her how she felt. He didn't get her input; he just ordered the wine (and he made a vile choice, picking a blush. Ew! And he asked for ice cubes to put into it!!!!).

When dinner was done, he thought he had done a great job of impressing her, and that he was going to get laid! Well, I already knew *that* wasn't going to happen.

"Do you want to go out dancing?" asked Erika.

"I'm taking you to a movie tonight" he replied.

 

Now look. If you are a guy, you *don't* ignore a request like that from a girl, if you want to get her into bed. Guys never get it into their heads; we like dancing. I'll never understand why guys are so scared of it! How many times have I had to go out with just the girls to a dance club? Or gone with a date, but had to go out on the dance floor alone (or with the other girls)? Guys just don't get it sometimes. Well, most of the time.

I could hear Tim's thoughts. In his mind, if he got her into a dark movie theater, they could make out. That wouldn't be a *bad* plan, except that he took her to see an action film, instead of a nice romantic comedy. If it was a scary movie, she might have leaned in closer. Or if it was a romantic film, she might have felt stirred inside, and might have given in to him. But a shoot-em-up movie with lots of explosions and violence just doesn't get a girl in the mood!

And so, when he took her home, she thanked him for a nice evening, and said she'd call him tomorrow. Tim went home frustrated and upset. He had been sure that he was going to get into her pants that night. But he had failed. I had seen it coming, but he sure didn't. Men are so dense! But now when he got home, he felt the need to "relieve" himself by pulling out his magazine again, and jerking himself off. Oh boy, here we go again.

I was glad when he went to bed. I couldn't take another day like that!

 

* * *

 

After the initial shock of waking up in Tim's body, I guess I was kind of getting used to it in a way. But it was still a mystery to me as to *why* this had happened to me. With each passing day, I felt like I was getting just a little bit stronger. I would say things to Tim, which would totally freak him out. And now, I could say more and more before I felt the overwhelming exhaustion come over me, like that day in the store.

Once I even had a talk with him for fifteen minutes or so. But it wasn't much of a talk; he really *hated* me. He felt so threatened by having a female voice in his head. He would call me 'b!tch', instead of using my name. This just made me more and more determined that I had to do something about him. I couldn't take living like this for much longer.

I decided to dedicate myself to getting stronger and stronger. Maybe I could grow so strong that I could shout *him* down. My ultimate goal would be to kick him out completely, but I had no idea how to do that!

 

After about a month, I could talk to him as much as I wanted, and I never grew tired. I was tired of him, and tired of being trapped in his body. But talking to him didn't tire me out anymore. But that made me feel so frustrated; I didn't know how to move things further. All I could do was to antagonize him. I was awake almost all day now, so when he was up, I was aware too.

I decided that I would do what any woman who is frustrated with a man would do: I started to nag him about the things he did that annoyed me. For example, I'd nag him about the clothes he wore.

"You're not going out in *that*, are you?"

"Why, what's wrong, b!tch?"

"You don't even know, do you. Don't you have any fashion sense? You should read Glamour or Cosmo."

"Shut up!"

 

I nagged him about his sloppy house, and how he never kept things nice, clean and neat, like he should have done.

"You need to vacuum" I said.

"It's only been a week" he replied.

"Don't you know *anything*? What a mess your house is!"

"Shut up, b!tch!!!"

 

I got on his case about how aggressive he was with other guys, always acting the tough guy, when I knew that inside he was scared to get into a fight. I nagged him about his hair, and how he eat. But one of the most annoying things he did caused me to nag him even more: the way he looked at women as nothing but mere sex objects.

"Women aren't just *things* to lust after!" I lectured. "Women are people, first and foremost. You just see a pair of boobs and a pretty face. You don't even care about who she is."

"Shut the f*&k up!" he snorted. "I don't know how you got there, but this is *my* mind, and I can think what I want! You can't tell me what to think or not to think. Just go away!"

 

On Friday, he was out on a date with his girlfriend Erika again. I decided to try a different tactic with him; I would try to *help* him. If he would do what I asked, I could help him score with Erika. And then maybe he'd start to listen to me more often.

"Look" I said to him, while he was eating and couldn't talk. "Don't stuff your mouth full like that. You're turning her off. Take small bites."

"Shut up wh@re b!tch" he replied.

"Look, I'm just trying to help you out here. You're not going to ever score with her if you act the way you do. Do you want to get this chick in the sack, or what? Just do what I tell you, and I guarantee that she'll take you into her bed tonight."

 

I was so sure that he would agree to that, and that I'd be able to start controlling him just a bit, because he'd do what *I* wanted for a change. So I was actually shocked when he told me to shut up again, as he stuffed his mouth full again, just to be stubborn and to spite me.

I felt a rage grow inside me. He was so difficult! I don't know the last time I had felt so upset and so angry at someone. Now I didn't want to help him anymore. In fact, I wanted to chase Erika off, just to spite *him*. In my growing inner rage, I tried with all my might to stand up. And to my surprise, his body responded! I had made him stand up!

"You should go now" I said, through his mouth.

 

What a delight! I had made him stand, and now I had put words in his mouth! He was stunned that I had done all that. And to tell you the truth, I was stunned too! After all this time of being a helpless passive presence inside him, I had finally been able to exert myself!

But much like it was when I first learned to speak to him, the act of taking over for just those few seconds completely wiped me out. I felt so tired! I was fading out of consciousness, as he tried to tell Erika not to leave. But she was out the door, even before I fell into a wonderful deep sleep.

 

* * *

 

I waited a few days after the dinner incident before I tried anything on Tim again. It was interesting to me how he couldn't hear my thoughts unless I wanted him to. But I had to wonder if he'd start to hear me all the time. You see, it seemed to me that his voice was growing softer in my head. I wondered if I was getting stronger, or if I was just getting used to him, and tuning him out. I hoped it wasn't that. I hoped that I was becoming stronger inside him. Who knows, maybe if things kept going that way, I'd be able to take over completely some day.

But even if I could take over, I'd still be stuck in a man's body. I hated feeling all that hair on my body. I hated wearing men's clothes. I hated looking rough, instead of delicate and pretty. I missed the feeling of a bra. I missed wearing soft panties. I longed to wear a skirt again, and to paint my nails. I missed being in a female body. Well, other than the period. *That* I didn't miss at all! It was nice in a way to be so constant, and not be influenced by a monthly cycle of hormones! No PMS for me, thank you.

But that made me decide on a little plan. And now that I was fully rested up, it was time to put it into action. I waited until he was at the mall, shopping for some CDs. As he walked out of the music store, he had to pass one of my favorite clothing retailers. Now was the time for me to strike. I mustered all my strength, and took over his body. It was a *lot* easier to do this time, as compared to my first time, at the dinner date.

I made him walk up to the wall display, where I picked out a nice bra. It was black, with an embroidered flower pattern. Then I picked out a pair of thong panties to match, and I made him go to the counter to pay for it. It was only as he walked out of the store with his new set of lady's underwear, that I let him take over control again.

He was so mad! He wanted to kill me. He was so vile in his language, that I won't even repeat to you the things he said to me!

 

"I'm going to return these, right now" he thought.

"Oh no you don't" I said. "If you go back in there, I'll take over again. And I'll make you say to the saleswoman that you were buying them for *yourself*, and that you wanted another pair of panties, so you'd feel more feminine."

"You wouldn't dare" he said.

"Oh yes I would. You'd be the laughingstock of the store. Everyone would know that you buy yourself women's clothes."

 

Defeated, he had no choice but to rush home, before I did any more damage to him. Needless to say, I was really tired after expending so much energy on him! So I had to sleep for a while. But I woke up before he did. And so I tried something I had been thinking about: I took over while he was fast asleep.

I could do whatever I wanted now, and his mind was switched off! And so when he finally awoke, he found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed for work. He thought it was really weird, but he wrote it off to the dozen beers he had slammed after returning home the night before. He had tried to drink me off his mind, but it hadn't worked!

And it wasn't until he arrived at work, that he noticed the trick I had played on him. You see; before I dressed him up, I had put on his new underwear. It was only when he was looking at his hair in the rearview mirror, that he noticed a bra strap underneath his shirt.

"What have you done to me!" he yelled.

"You dressed up in your pretty new things" I replied. "You want to feel like a woman feels, don't you?"

"No! How could you do this to me? Now I'll have to wear my jacket all day, so nobody sees I've got a stupid bra on!"

"First of all" I said, "a bra isn't stupid. Its necessary. You don't want your boobs to sag, do you?"

"I'm taking it off" he said.

"If you even *think* of doing that, I'll make sure that all your coworkers see what you're wearing. Would you like for me to 'out' you in front of your boss and your teammates? Or maybe I'll take over for a whole day. Then you'll *really* see some changes to yourself."

 

That was a bluff of course. I wasn't powerful enough to take over for a whole day! But he didn't know that. He was almost crying when he walked into work. I had him now.

 

* * *

 

Now I started on a program of aggressive feminization for Tim. I would take over at strategic times, and soon I was finding that I could do that more and more easily. I didn't even get tired out now if I took over for half an hour. There was nothing he could do; I was in complete control at those times. And with my threats, I effectively limited his actions at all other times, to what *I* wanted him to do.

I started by making him always wear a bra and panties. Of course, I made him buy himself more and more sets, as well as making him donate all his boxers and briefs to the needy. And then it wasn't long before the day I made him shave his legs. After that, with each shower, I'd make him remove more and more body hair. It felt so good not to be furry anymore. I loved having a smooth chest again, and having hairless legs felt great!

Of course, I made him buy some lotions and creams, so I could soften up his tough skin. I made him put on moisturizer on a nightly basis, especially on his face. I hated the roughness that he'd get there with his "five O'clock shadow". So I started making him use foundation, to keep his face smoother looking.

 

There were so many little things I started to do to him! Lets see. I made him buy more and more cosmetics, and I'd put them on when he was at home alone. I made him stop cutting his nails, so they could grow out. And I made him put on a very light pink polish, so that people wouldn't realize it, be he would know that he was wearing nailpolish.

I made him buy nylons for himself, and he had to wear those under his pants at work. Then I made him buy some cute tops for himself, including a couple of sexy camis. Then it was time for him to start buying skirts, and wearing them at home. How good it felt to have a skirt on again, with the soft material flowing around me, swishing has he moved!

Next, I took over, and made him special order several types of shoes over the internet, from a company that specialized in larger sizes. Soon, he had his own pumps, mules, flats, and some cute sandals. I'd make him wear those, as she stood in front of the mirror, forced to pluck his eyebrows. Just a few hairs every day. I'd tell him that soon he'd have thin sexy eyebrows, like a woman.

At the department store, I made him buy a couple of cute handbags for himself. Then it was off to the pharmacy, where I had him buy tampons, maxipads, and several vitamins formulated for women. Some of them where for women going through menopause, containing natural plant estrogens. I told him that they would start to turn his body female, and that soon he'd have boobs. Oh how he howled at that one!

 

But now it was time for the big blow to his ego, which I hoped would totally crush him. I had him steal one of Erika's skirts, when he was over at her house. She went into the rest room, and I made him grab her skirt, and stuff it into the gym bag he had brought with him. Once he was home, I had him carefully hang it up next to his own skirts.

I had him call Erika the next day, and invite her over.

"I have a surprise for you" I forced him to say.

It was becoming so very easy to control him now. And he could do nothing about it. I would say that I was staying in control of him at least half the day now. And for sure, his voice was starting to get fainter. The end was in sight now!

 

Erika arrived right on time. She found the door open, so she walked in. The table was set artfully, with the napkins folded nicely and everything. There were fresh cut flowers in a vase, and a bottle of white wine cooling on ice. Romantic music played softly from the stereo. A perfect romantic setting.

"Tim, where are you?" she said.

"Erika! I didn't expect you yet!" I said, through his voice.

"Come out here silly" she said. "Look what a wonderful...."

 

Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of me. Or should I say of Tim. I was kind of used to 'being' him now, so where he left off and where I began was starting to be a blur. I was starting to think of the body I was in as 'me' now.

Anyway, I was dressed up, all ready for dinner. I had on my black pumps, her blue skirt, and a cute white blouse. I had stuffed the cups of the bra full, and I wore full makeup. I had painted my fingernails a bright red color, and they were getting long enough to start to look pretty. I had done up my hair in as feminine of a style as I could muster, and I even had clip-on earrings on.

She looked at me, and what she saw was Tim dressed as a girl.

"Oh no" she said.

"What?" I replied. "Don't you like the real me? Isn't my skirt pretty?"

"That's my skirt! I thought I had mislaid it! You stole it!"

"I just borrowed it for a little while. Girlfriends can borrow each other's clothes, can't they? I want to be just like you Erika. I want you to call me Briana from now on."

"How could you Tim?" she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm not Tim anymore. I'm Briana now. I've become a woman Erika. Just like you."

"No!!!" she said, turning to run off. "Don't you ever call me again! Don't ever contact me, do you understand?"

"But my dear, I'm your girlfriend!" I said.

"Get away from me, you freak!" she yelled, as she slammed the door in my face.

 

Tim was stunned. I had just chased off his girlfriend for good. I think he had an inkling that I was going to do this. I guessed that, because sometimes I couldn't hear him anymore. I decided that he must be weak, like I was when I first work up in his body.

"Why did you do that?" he said, his voice a shaky whisper.

"Because I don't need a girlfriend" I replied. "You're becoming *me* now. And I am a woman. That means that *you* are a woman now."

"No..." he whispered, his voice trailing off.

"And as I said, I don't need a girlfriend. I need a *boyfriend*. A girl needs a man. Yum."

 

He was completely shaken, to the core. I could feel him starting to slip away, but by bit. So I kept the pressure up. He was being crushed. I was ridding myself of him, once and for all.

"I'm going to start to express myself physically now too" I said. "Just as your mind is becoming mine, so will your body. You're going to have boobs soon. And ovaries. And a uterus. Once your vagina is fully formed, you'll be able to get *pregnant*. All you'll have to do is to find yourself a man."

 

I waited for his terrified response, but there was none! I was winning! He was going away! But I wanted to be sure.

"On Monday, I'm going into work like this. I'll go right to your boss, and tell him that my name is Briana now, and that they need to understand that I have become a woman. Then I'll go get a legal name change, so that everyone will recognize me as Briana, instead of 'Tim'. Yes my dear, you *are* becoming a woman. And there is nothing you can do to stop it."

 

I waited. Again, there was silence. I hoped and prayed that he was gone. I wasn't sure if he was eradicated, or if he was just to weak to talk for a while. But then suddenly, I felt something. I sensed a part of me, which had been held back. Memories of my life started to flood my mind, and now I could understand more of who I was.

I remembered now how I had been pregnant. I could remember riding in the ambulance to the hospital. I was going into labor. The pain was intense! The contractions were getting closer and closer together. I was pushing to get my baby out of me.

But then, the machine that was monitoring me started to make funny noises.

"We're losing her!" shouted the medic.

I gave one last push, and passed all of my energy into the act of giving birth to my baby. As the baby exited from me, so did my life. I had died that night, just minutes from reaching the hospital. I floated over my own body, looking down. I didn't feel sad; I only felt joy looking at my baby. But I felt an emptiness, because I would never get to hold her, to nurse her, to raise her and nurture her.

Now I knew why I had come back. I needed to find my baby, so I could be a part of her life. I'd never be able to reveal who I really was, but somehow I had been given a second chance at life. I didn't know how it had happened to me, but I was so thankful that I fell to my knees and gave a prayer of thanks. When I rose, I was shocked. I had become fully female. In those few moments, my body had righted itself, and now I wasn't just alive again; I was a woman.

I cried tears of joy as I looked in the mirror.

"My name is Briana" I said to myself. I was Briana. I had always been Briana. I was her, and she was me. I was happy. I was whole again. I was a woman.

  

  

  

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