DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental.
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!
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Secret Strong Enough for a Man…
by Wholeman
'Damn!' I thought, 'I forgot to pick up some deodorant before I left town! And I have a sales meeting with important clients tomorrow.'
I was driving to Reno from Portland and took a short cut through the Cater Lake area, and at this time of night my chances for picking anything up until I got to Reno was near nil. As luck would have it, I ran across an Apothecary in one of the little bergs that I passed through.
Many of these little towns have a pharmacy they name an, 'Apothecary' so I thought nothing of it and stopped.
The front of the store was your standard pharmacy type items. Towards the back, there were old dusty bottles with hand written labels and a whole slew of 'antiques' on the shelves including costumes.
I was only interested in snagging some deodorant, so I stayed with the standard fare. As usual, I was in a terrible hurry, so I just made a quick grab off the shelves, and headed to the check out.
The proprietor was a weird old guy but friendly enough. He seemed to know I was, rushed so he winged the deodorant into a paper bag, and told me, "That's two buck even, and I'll catch you the next trip through." Then he winked and smiled.
Therefore, I smiled back, "Thank you, and you have a lovely evening sir, by the way I love your store. You seem to have a bit of everything in here. Wish I could spend more time to browse. Thanks again, bye." I waved at him, and thought, 'nice guy, maybe I will have a chance to stop on the way back.'
I took off again, and some hours later, checked into my hotel. Man was I bushed! I threw off my clothes and did a face plant on the bed…
**********
"Brriiing!" the phone at my bedside with my wake up call!
I grabbed it and mumbled, "Thanks, I'm up," and hung it up.
Didn't I just lie down? No, it was light outside my window, so I dragged myself into the bathroom and started my morning routine.
Shower, shit, shave, oh yes the paper bag with the pit juice! I grabbed it twisted the top off and rolled it on…
"Sniff," 'what, the hell is this? It smells… girly!' I thought
I pried open my bleary eyes and looked at the label: 'Secret - Strong Enough for a Man, but Ma** *** a Woman.' the old label declared, in pink no less.
I thought, 'this is so old I don't even recognize the packaging. That's just great! Maybe I can cover the scent with some cologne.'
I started digging through my shaving kit for something to cover the smell, but my hair kept falling into my eyes…
Wait a minute! I'm bald. Hair can't fall into my eyes!
I pulled it back and looked behind me to see who snuck up on me and dropped the wig over my head, but no one was there!
I tried to pull the wig off, "Ouch!"
I held the hair back and looked into the shaving kit, the damn thing grew! My face was just about touching the top of my kit!
I glanced up at the mirror and it wasn't a mirror, it was a window into the next room's bathroom and I could see a cute little blonde over there holding her hair… out… of…
It is a mirror!
I leaned closer and so did she. I looked into her deep green eyes and winked, so did she!
"Oh my god!" I said. No I mean she said… oh whatever!
'How did this happen! Wait, the deodorant, the label, what did it say!' I thought frantically.
I picked it up. It seemed half again larger than it was when I sat it down.
It read, 'Secret – Strong Enough for a Man, Ma…'
The label was, smudged so I took my thumb and wiped it off, it said, 'Makes'.
I wiped off the next spot, 'You.'
That's it, 'Secret – Strong Enough for a Man, but Makes You a Woman,' "What?"
I looked for the manufacturer. 'Portend & Grumble' an "SRU" subsidiary.
Isn't that supposed to be, 'Procter & Gamble'?
"Hey wait a second… I'm a girl," I exclaimed as my eyes lost focus and I fainted.
**********
"Miss, Miss are you all right?" I was looking up into the blue eyes of a redhead, and I could feel her patting my hand as she held it.
"Wha… Where am I?" I asked her.
"You are in a hotel room in Reno, you must have fainted," she declared cradling my head in her hands.
"How did I get into this bed?" I mumbled.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind. I picked you up and put you here," she started stroking my forehead.
"How could you pick me up, you're so petite," I was staring at her, and wow was she beautiful!
"Oh honey, you can't weigh more than a hundred pounds, it was easy. What happened? Did the guy in this room get rough, or are you, strung out. By the way, what happened to your clothes? There are only men's clothes in this room. Did he take them, so you would be trapped in here?" she sounded so caring, but the things she accused me of were heinous.
"I'm not a hooker! I'm not even a woman, and these are my clothes. Ouch!" she touched a tender spot on my head.
"Maybe I better call 911, I think you must have a concussion," she declared, and began to stand up.
"No don't. Please help me! I put on some deodorant this morning, and this happened!" I begged, but she kept on heading for the phone. "Please!" I started crying.
She turned and rushed back to me and held me while I sobbed.
"Honey, men don't cry like this over passing out," she informed me as she wiped my tears with her fingers.
"They do if they pass out because their balls are gone!" I declared.
She giggled and hugged me, "I suppose they might!"
"Why won't you believe me? My name is Nick Smyth. I'm from Portland, Oregon. Wait, I'll show you the deodorant! Come with me," I scooted my butt off the bed reached up and grabbed her hand a towed her into the bathroom. "See there it is! Read the label!"
"So what? It's Secret Deodorant, I use it all the time," she had done just as I had, fell for the optical illusion.
"Look closer."
"'Secret – Strong Enough for a Man, But Makes You a Woman', what the hell?" she declared.
"See I told you. I rubbed it on and now look at me!" I stood there, and it dawned on me. I'm stark naked! I used my hands and tried to cover the three basics.
"It's okay, I know what girls look like, so don't be embarrassed," she assured me, "But how can a deodorant, turn a man into a girl, that's just not possible!"
"I thought so too, until this morning. What time is it anyway?" my meeting!
"About eight o'clock," she told me setting the deodorant down and coming over to me.
"Good I still have time before my appointment," I looked about for something to wear.
"Do you have many meetings at eight o'clock, at night?" she asked, as she took my hand, and lead me to the bed. "Why don't you get under the sheets for a while. You're covered in goose bumps!"
"That's a good idea, so will you help me?" I begged, when it finally occurred to me that I didn't know who I was asking to help me, "Who are you by the way?"
"My name is Krystal Ball. It's nice to meet you Nick," she shook my hand limply.
"Now don't take this wrong, but what are you doing in my room?" I kept a tight grip on her so she knew I didn't want her to leave.
"Actually, this is my room. You only checked in for one night and were supposed to be gone by noon. When I came in, I found a suitcase and a perfectly made up room. I peeked into the bathroom and this small platinum blonde woman was laying unconscious on the floor, I think you know the rest," she smiled, and it was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, it just lit up the whole room.
"You are so beautiful, it almost hurts!" I was distracted from even my predicament, by this beauty.
"Thanks, you're pretty stunning yourself. You know what, why don't we share the room and see if we can straighten you out?" she smiled again, "we could have like, a slumber party, of our own, and maybe I can help you."
"I'd really like that. I'm feeling awfully small and afraid right now, and could use a friend," I could feel myself clouding up again.
"Then it's settled. You take this bed. The other one's mine. I'll go bring my luggage in, don't go anywhere," she giggled and left.
'What am I doing?' I thought, 'I've been transformed into a girl, I'm spending the night with the most beautiful woman I've ever met, I'm naked in bed, and waiting for her to come back, so we can have a slumber party, does this sound insane to anybody else?'
I started looking around the room and had to drag that mop of hair back so I could see. I caught a glimpse of my hand. It looked so strange attached to my body.
'Yah 'my body', sure just because I'm inside of this shell… it must be mine,' I thought.
I looked closer and discovered a small, graceful, fine boned hand, with half-inch long, thick and strong, looking nails. I flexed the fingers and they moved so gracefully, so fluidly my heart jumped in my throat.
I brought my other hand around and stroked my soft fingers gently. "Ooh… hoo… hoo… hoo," slipped out of my mouth, and as fate would have it, just as Krystal was walking into the room.
She stood there with her mouth open. It closed. Started to form a word, and closed again. She shook her head and continued into the room with her bags.
I leapt out of bed, tried to take one of her bags from her, and ended up on my face.
"Whoa there honey! That's a mighty big bag for such a little lady!" Krystal exclaimed as she dumped her other bag inside the door, kicked it closed with one foot, and reached down to help me, all while wearing three inch high heels!
"Sorry, I was taught to help ladies with heavy things when I was growing up, my mom was like miss manners," I explained as she helped me to my feet.
"If I didn't completely believe you when I left, I believe you now! Girl, chivalry does not apply between girls. I'm bigger and stronger than you are," she informed me and held me to her, "You really were a man, weren't you?"
"I thought you believed me!" I accused her, though it was, muffled by her shoulder.
"To be honest, I thought you were just a traumatized girl who needed someone to anchor to until she could get it together. I'm sorry. I do want to help you. Will you still let me?" she whispered into my ear as she held me.
'Sniff', "I don't have any choice, I'm little, a girl, and very confused. I don't even recognize my own hands," I squeezed her as tight as I could, afraid to loose her.
"It is okay hon. I won't go anywhere, just let me breathe!" she gasped.
"I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do! I mean, I'm a girl what do I do now? Even my own mother won't recognize me," I wailed.
She lifted me up with her as she rose to her feet and carried me to the bed again.
"You are covered in goose bumps sweetie, so stay here until I tell you that you can get up! It's bad enough that you were, transformed into a girl. You don't need pneumonia to go with it. I'm going to get you something to wear. Don't fight me on this, I know your masculine mind might rebel against what I want you to wear, but it's the best I can do at the moment," she reached over to the largest of the suit cases, opened it and drew out a lavender wad of silk.
"This may look like it won't keep you warm, but believe me this wispy little number is plenty hot! Here slip it on," she offered.
"I don't know… how…" I started.
"To put it on?" she finished. "No problem, here step into these. Now hold your arms over your head, good! You're done, dressed as a proper lady. How does it feel?"
"It's nice and warm," I admitted, "It feels… like my nipples are being, tickled. Oh my god, I think I just wet my panties!"
"I don't think so. You're somewhat antsy in the hip area. Does it feel hot, moist, and tingly?" she inquired sporting a grin.
"Yes."
"Are you getting the urge to grab your pussy?"
"Oh, yes!"
"In that case, I'd say either the baby doll nightie, or I, am turning you on and you're horny!" she tussled my hair good-naturedly.
"It makes me want to rub my crotch on the arm of that chair over there," I admitted.
"Okay, but if you do I'm going to need the other arm of it. That hot little body of yours is hard enough to keep my hands off, without my having to watch you masturbate," she threatened, shaking her finger at me.
"You, like girls? Are you a lesbian? A lady that is as incredibly beautiful as you are, and you're gay. I finally meet the girl of my dreams and she's gay!" I complained.
"Well, I'm sort of bi-sexual actually, but I lean toward girls more. It's a good thing for you that you're a girl, wouldn't you say?" she teased. "Now don't you think that we should work on your problem, or did you just want to have sex?"
I'm quite certain that my face turned scarlet red. I know that it felt like my knees were going to buckle on me and that damn hot wet spot in my panties grew. "[Gulp] You are kidding aren't you?"
She tickled the side of my head, behind my ear, in an up and down motion, "Maybe. However, we'll work on your problem. That should break the ice, and we can get to know each other, while we do."
"What… what do you think we should do first?" I've never been timid before, but for some reason now, I was feeling very unsure of myself.
"Why don't you jump up on the bed," she suggested as she climbed up beside me, "Okay, tell me the whole story. Where did you get the 'Secret', and why didn't you read the label before smearing it on you?"
"I bought the deodorant at an apothecary store alongside the road from Portland. I didn't read it first but, I did just as soon as I smelled it, and some of the words were smeared," I informed her.
"So do you usually use 'Secret' deodorant? I mean when you were a man did you use 'Secret'?" she couldn't help the little giggle that sneaked out.
"No, of course not! I grabbed it by mistake! I was in a hurry and didn't care what brand I picked up. Anyway, the little old man that ran the place sold it to me cheap. He was so friendly that I didn't even check it when I got to my car," I admitted, head in hand shaking my head for being so stupid.
"Alright after you used it, what did you do?" she asked me.
"I read 'Secret', strong enough for a man, but ma** *** a woman, and thought, 'damn, wrong stuff, oh well I'll just cover it up with some cologne, I have an important meeting. I had to use something, even if it was mad for a woman.' While I was digging through my shaving kit for some cologne, I had to brush my hair out of the way, that's…" I was, interrupted.
"Oh, so you had long hair when you were a man. I like men with long hair," she interjected.
"In that case, you wouldn't have liked me. I was bald," I'm sure my lower lip stuck out a mile.
"Oh, sorry. So that's when you knew something was wrong?" she continued for me.
"I'm actually surprised at how long it took me to notice. I noticed the shaving kit getting bigger, and the counter top coming closer, and I brushed the hair out of the way a couple of times, before it dawned on me that it shouldn't be there. Then I turned around looking for whoever dropped the wig on me, thinking it was a joke. Nobody was there, so I tried to pull it off," I paused to catch my breath.
"I'll bet that hurt!" she commiserated.
"Worse than I remembered. I had to get a look at myself so I turned back and looked in the mirror and at first, I thought it was a window into the next room and I was peeking in on a pretty girl in the bathroom…" she interrupted again.
"So you tried even harder to get an eyeful didn't you?" she did the shame on you finger thing at me.
I blushed, "I tried to flirt with her actually."
Krystal lost it laughing at me hysterically.
I ignored her and continued my diatribe, "I quickly snatched up the…"
"Snatched?" that sent her off again.
"Picked up the deodorant and read the label again. That's when I cleaned off the smudge over the lettering. You saw what it read. Then I realized I was a girl and fainted. You know the rest," I finished.
"I'm sorry I laughed at you. I've got a weird sense of humor, I know," she sounded earnest and looked genuinely sorry.
"It's okay, people tell me that I have a weird sense of humor too," I commiserated, "or is it had?"
"You're still you in there aren't you?" she queried.
"I think so. Although, a big part of me, was tied to, being male. You, know what I mean? I know how to do men things. I know how to live the role of a man. I know how to dress as a man and how to make my own way in the world as a man. I don't know diddle about being a girl," I admitted.
"I could tell or you would have known how to take care of that moist panty problem. You know diddle?" she snickered at her own joke.
I returned a blank stare.
"Never mind I'll show you later," she gave me a sly smile.
The innuendo was having its desired effects. Either that or the thermostat in this room was malfunctioning.
"I'm going to get that deodorant and see if there is something on the label, or anything else I can figure," she got up and retrieved the aforementioned item.
"Who, the hell are 'Portend & Grumble' and 'SRU'?" she asked. "Heck just the name should have been forewarning of something you would complain about."
"By then it was too late, anyway," I reminded her."
"This stuff sounds like some of those 'joke items' you can find at magic shops. You know like the garlic flavored gum, stuff like that," she likened. "Maybe it will just go away in a while like disappearing ink."
"It's been almost a full day, I don't think it's going to just fade away," I surmised, "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you put some on and see what it does."
"I'm already a woman, so it probably won't effect me. What the hell," she popped the lid and rolled it on under her arms.
Nothing happened, she sniffed it, and said, "It smells nice. It smells better than the real thing, in fact."
"You were right, it doesn't do anything to girls," I sighed.
"It smells so nice, here," and before I could protest, she wiped more under my arms.
"No…" I exclaimed, too late.
She watched as I became more feminine looking, and grew a stupendous set of 'E' cup sized boobs.
"No fair, why didn't my boobs grow!" Krystal was genuinely pissed.
"Look what you did to me! I'm half, tits now! Not to mention I ruined your baby doll, it's almost torn in half," I scolded her.
"Fuck the baby doll honey! I think that chair in the corner is in serious danger of having the varnish worn off the arms. Can I touch them?" she was positively drooling!
"I… I guess so, if you really want to," I acquiesced.
She very slowly, anxiously, her hand trembling, reached out and touched the nipple of my left boob.
My nipple snapped to immediate attention and I exclaimed, "Ooh!"
"Did that feel good?" she asked.
"I felt that, all the way to my nether regions!"
"I better stop now or I won't be able to!" she yanked back her hand quickly, "I'm sorry that your boobs grew. I know you didn't want to become even more of a girl, than you already were. I always wanted big boobs. That's why I got these implants," she indicated her rack, "I want to make them even bigger, but I can't afford it yet."
"You had me drooling when I first saw them! How big are they?" I was nearly drooling myself.
"Thanks, mine are only 'D' cups, but I like yours better! How can you keep your hands off them yourself?" she couldn't take her eyes off my new assets. "Go ahead touch them. If you're embarrassed I won't look."
I could tell she didn't want to be excluded from the show, so I told her, "You can watch. I didn't feel myself up before because I didn't want to gross you out."
"No way in hell! In fact I'll give you twenty bucks, if you put on a good show!" she really was hot for my girly body!
I reach out, with both of my fine boned little hands, and grasped both nipples from below, "Aaaaah," I exclaimed. I licked my lips and closed my eyes. I stroked up the outsides around my nipples, and then back toward my chest across the tops and back to my nipples again. When I got there, I rolled them between my fingers and tugged on them. "Ooh, oh my," I panted, as I felt my panties moisten heavily.
"That's enough, you can have the twenty, just stop!" Krystal ordered.
When I opened my eyes, I could see she had her hand in her panties and was playing with herself. "Oh damn, that was hot!"
She started to recover and withdrew her hand, stuck it in her mouth and cleaned it off with her tongue.
"Would you do that to me?" I asked shakily. I didn't have to ask twice though.
Krystal tore away the remaining shreds of my baby doll, yanked off my panties crawled around behind me, pulled me up onto herself as she lay back, and slipped her finger between my labia, ducking into my vagina and smearing my pussy juice all around my inner lips.
"Oh my!" I yelped.
She touched 'it'. My clit, I assumed, but who could tell when her body arched back so violently and she was screaming, "Ungh, ah, ah, ooh whoa!"
My legs seemed to move of their own accord wider and wider, to give her better access to my cunt, they spread so wide that I grabbed my ankles and held my cunt open for business.
"Sploosh, squish, ploosh," my vagina was sounding incredible, while I fondled my breasts swapping off holding my ankles and boobs alternately.
Then I realized I was hearing it in stereo! I could feel Krystal wriggling about beneath me.
Her pace quickened.
My head was flopping left and right as I screeched. A blinding white light exploded in my brain, expanded out to my toes and ricocheted back to my brain, back and forth for three or four minutes.
Krystal didn't even slow down, and I was quickly screeching again. In just a few more minutes, lightning struck again only this time it was more intense. I was flopping about, arms, and legs flailing out of control, completely out of my head.
Krystal joined me in nirvana this time. We were as Siamese twins locked in orgasm.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" we yelled in unison.
Krystal rolled onto her side and faced me away from her with both of her arms around me groping my nipples, twisting, and tugging at them until I orgasmed once again!
"Now I am so jealous! You can have titty orgasms, you fink!" she whispered into my ear.
"That was wonderful," I turned over and kissed her, "Thank you. I think I'm in love!"
"Don't say it if you don't mean it! You want to find a way to change back to an icky guy and leave me, so I know you don't mean it!" she pouted, but still held me close.
"What good am I as a girl? I don't have an identity. I don't have a job. I can't work or make a living. As a woman, I don't even know how to dress," I confided in her.
"Not a problem, if you really want to stay a girl!" she said into my ear.
"What? What do you mean, not a problem. How can you say that?" I was shocked. I pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"I know how to establish an identity for you. You can work with me, I can teach you and you'll make more money than you have ever made before. And I just might know someone who can tutor you on how to be a woman," she answered.
"Why would you do all of that for me? We just met. I'm not even sure who I am anymore," I thought she was being, mighty hasty.
"Well sweetie it's getting late, why don't we sleep on it. Please stay here in this bed with me tonight. You're so warm and cuddly and it feels so nice. Will you please?" she begged.
"I kissed her. You have been so nice to me, how could I deny you anything?" I answered, "I like it in this bed with you too. Sleep sweet!" I fluffed my pillow and closed my eyes.
"You're the cutest little thing! Sleep sweet. See you in the morning," she kissed my forehead, clicked off the lights.
**********
I slept better than I had in years. Occasionally I would feel Krystal's body, or her hands on my body, during the night, but that only made me feel more secure and sublime.
She woke before I did, so when my eyes fluttered open she was staring into them, "Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"
"Hmmm, yes it was wonderful, so warm and I felt so right sleeping here with you," I told her snuggling closer to her.
"I think we're going to have to start your training. I don't think you have eaten in a while and I know I missed dinner. Will you let me buy you breakfast?" she asked.
"Oh yes please," I agreed.
"Next question. Will you let me dress you up in girl's clothes before we go?" she went on.
"As long as I'm as beautiful as you are!" I challenged.
"That may take fifteen or twenty minutes, are you sure you can sit still that long while I fuss over you?" she chided.
"Name that tune," I told her not believing anyone could be as beautiful as she is.
"Let's take a shower first, I want to rub you all over with soap. I'll be able to teach you how to keep your womanly body clean at the same time. How does that sound?" she offered.
"Like lesbian sex," I answered.
"You don't think we had lesbian sex last night do you?" she had a strange look on her face, "All that was is masturbation, when your willing, I'll show you lesbian sex!"
"That's a start at least, now I have something to look forward to. Let's go shower!" the word had no sooner left my lips and Krystal bounced up, picked me up, and carried me into the shower.
"Hey I can walk you know," I protested.
"This is more fun! I get another chance to grope you," she stood me outside the tub, while she started the water running.
"Krystal can I ask you something? I can't get these things to stop jiggling! I can't even wiggle my toes without setting off at tit-quake!" I grabbed them and squeezed them to my ribs to stop the jiggling.
"I can see the first thing on today's agenda will be to get you a brassiere. Now stop playing with yourself and climb into the shower," she patted me on the butt to propel me on my way.
"Ooh, spank me baby, I've been a bad little girl!" I poked my butt at her once I had climbed in.
I had expected another slap, but what I felt was her lips on my tush, "Mmm, baby soft butt, very kissable!"
"Oh, my god I felt that in my nipples! It's as if my butt and my boobs are, hooked together! Does it work that way for you?" I asked her through the water streaming down my face.
"Certainly, caress a boob, tickle a clit, diddle a clit, and clench a tit. Here take this soap. Lather up this washcloth. Now, wash real good back underneath your tits to the crease and up the middle. Good, now back underneath. Lather up again and rub your crotch, don't rinse it off. Now comes the fun part. I'm going to show you how to wash your pussy, so hold still." She reached around from behind and slipped a finger into my slit and started working it inside and all around, "Alright, let's turn toward the spray… now you do this," she cupped the water running down my body and used it in her cupped hand to sort of mini-douche my vagina out.
"That's what you will be doing every day to keep you vagina nice and clean, have you, got it?" she whispered into my ear.
"Yup, I've got a vagina all right!" I answered.
She slapped my ass and said, "That's not what I meant, and you know it!"
I turned around with my soapy washcloth and spun her around. I reached around and washed between her legs, then took my finger and repeated her performance on my pussy, only to hers. I swapped ends with her cupped the water running off and douched her as she had me, "How'd I do?"
"Ooh baby, don't stop, I have dirty tits and plenty more other spots, to work on!" she cooed at me.
"God, I'd have given my left nut when I was a man, to do this to you!" I admitted.
"Actually you gave your left nut, your right nut, and you dick, to do this to me," she giggled and squirmed underneath my ministrations.
"Your turn!" she declared.
When she ran out of body she declared, "Now to wash that mop on top of your head," she squirted shampoo onto my hair, lots more than I've ever used, and began to lather up my hair. "Now I really hate you!"
"What did I do?" I replied.
"You have the thickest platinum blonde hair I've ever seen! Naturally light blonde girls usually have hair so fine it's not very thick, yours is fine and thick, you rat! All you had to do to get it was apply a roll on. I have to dye mine once a month to keep it like this," she hadn't slowed a bit she built up an enormous amount of lather, gobs dropping to the bottom of the tub.
"Uh ooh, that feels so nice. Okay you can hate me if you want, but I'll have to run away and pout, with a pronounced lip tremble," I threatened.
"Don't you, dare! I was kidding! I love you, I really do!" she had stopped and grasped my face in her hands.
"I was kidding too, sort of. I don't know why but it really bugs me when you tell me you hate me," I replied between my fish puckered lips. [She was squeezing too hard.]
"Sorry, how about, 'I really envy you, fink?' will that work better?" she revised.
"Better, but quit wagging that boob in my face before I start sucking on it," I threatened.
"Oh, please be my guest," she poked it right to my lips,
Who could resist that kind of invitation? I suckled and stroked while she continued with my hair, even through the rinse cycle, and during the conditioning.
"Do you want to do my hair?" she smiled with her face close to mine.
Turn about is fair play, I've always believed, "Sure, but you'll have to get on your knees so I can reach," no sooner had I said it and she was down and handing me the shampoo.
I lathered her up, and while I was busy, I felt her lips attach to my nipple, "Ungh!"
She ignored me and continued happily. When I had her head sufficiently bubbly I rinsed her and started the conditioning, panting heavily.
As soon as I started working it in, I felt her finger penetrate my steaming cunt, spreading the lips, and wiggled one of her fingers deep inside me.
My knees started shaking and it seemed I couldn't control my hands anymore. After less than a minute, my knees went, but Krystal caught me and set my bottom down gently in the tub, all the while sucking and wiggling as the water cascaded over us.
Krystal gently pushed me flat in the tub, and only then did she release my tit. She grabbed my hips and pulled my bottom up the slop of her thighs. Once I was high enough, her mouth latched onto my cunt, which she parted quickly with her tongue, wriggling it about, up and down. Poking it into me and then she contacted mission control directly! My back arched, I screamed and writhed about as every nerve in my body danced for joy. I felt my pussy juice gush out from between my labia and far away, I heard, "Mmm you taste good Niki! Oh, by the way, that was lesbian sex. Did you notice any difference?"
"Ulgh oof wa wow!"
"You say the sweetest things darling!" Krystal kissed my lips, and I could taste myself on them, as we tongue wrestled.
When I was again able to breathe I exclaimed, "I like Lesbian sex!"
"That was just beginner lesbian sex dear, there are plenty more advanced levels that I'm sure you will like even more," she tantalized.
"It can't get any better than that… can it?" I asked tentatively.
"Oh sure, I think that I can get you to orgasm so hard that you'll pass out, from pleasure overload. What do you say to that?" she started helping me to my feet and dancing me around in the shower to rinse my vaginal fluids off on my freshly cleaned body.
"You're making it hard for me to want my body, back. It might not be the end of the world if I have to stay like this, I guess," I admitted as we patted ourselves dry.
"Listen to you! If you do turn back into a man, will you leave that body for me? I'd swap in a millisecond!" she begged.
"Sure, if you can figure out how. When does the fifteen minutes start anyway?" I looked up at her and asked.
"Right after I blow dry your hair," she picked me up and plopped my butt on the counter, "hold still." She used a brush, dried, and curved it back into a ponytail and tied a scrunchy onto it. When she was finished she handed me small bottle and said, "Here smear a light coating of this foundation around all over your face," she handed me a bottle, which I opened and started applying it as though I done it all of my life.
I grabbed her tweezers and reshaped my eyebrows picked up an eyeliner pencil, and applied it. I then grabbed a dark lavender eye shadow applied it, finished with the ultra-lash, penciled in my eyebrows applied blusher, outlined my lips and finished with the lipstick.
Krystal stood there slack jawed, catching flies, "Wha… how… how did you know how to do that?"
"I don't know, it was like I was on autopilot," I admitted batting my eyes at her.
"You did a terrific job, and in under three minutes!" she was still wide eyed and stunned, "Why don't you go dig through my clothes and pick out anything that you want, and think you can make fit, it's going to take me at least ten minutes to do my face and then I'll join you!"
I went out and popped open the first case I came across, saw the most darling bra and panty set, I slipped on the panties and let the straps out on the bra as far as I could. I slipped it on and made up the clasp on the tightest set of hooks slipped the straps over my arms and made do with the extra tight fit of the cups by letting the bra hang as far as it would go. I wasn't poking out of it too far so that it looked garish.
I slipped on a garter belt, unrolled a pair of black lace hose up my legs, and fastened them to it.
I dug through the other suitcase and found a lovely skirt and silk blouse that I felt would look good together and donned both.
I opened another case found a string of pearls and a pearl bracelet and put both on, and complimented them with a pair of dangling pearl ear rings.
'That should do it,' I thought
I heard the bathroom door open and out popped Krystal who exclaimed, "Jesus! I thought you said you didn't know any of this, 'girl stuff'. With the right bra we could farm you out for modeling jobs!" she came closer and discovered the garter belt and hose. "No way! It took me fifteen minutes to figure out how to put those on myself and you did the whole job in under ten!"
"It's just too weird! My body took over and dressed it self, I was just a bystander," I told her.
"I'm not complaining! Can you teach me some of this 'girl stuff', I think you're better at it than I am," she stood there naked and shaking her head.
"Come on, get dressed, I'm hungry!" I urged her, trying not to think about what I had just done.
"Okay, okay, I don't have an autopilot. Why don't you pick out what I should wear? Let's see if it will work for me too, or if it only works for you," she walked to the bed and plopped her bottom onto it.
I started as before, and tossed her a very pretty bra and panty set. I tossed a black garter belt, rose-colored hose, a scarlet dress, simple gold chain, and bracelet and gold earrings with a diamond clasped at the bottom of each.
She put a pair of red shoes on that went well, and found a pair of high-heeled sandals that we could tighten the straps enough that they would stay on my feet.
"We are dressed to kill! You are good lady! Here, you carry this clutch," she picked up her other purse and continued, "I'm ready, are you? Do you think you'll pass or do you think everyone will know you are a man in women's clothing?"
I swatted her butt and replied, "If anyone thinks I'm a man in this body, we kick his butt and make him change me back. Now let's go I'm hungry!"
We had just gotten to her car and she remarked, "Damn! It just dawned on me, you're walking around in those heels as if you were born to them!"
"Is that a bad thing?" I peered over the hood of the car at her.
"No, just freaky," she unlocked the doors, we both smoothed our skirts and sat down and swung out legs in. "Like that, did you think about getting in the car or did you do it automatically?"
"Autopilot again," I affirmed, "the advertisement was right, it makes you a woman."
At breakfast, the waiter spent most of his time making sure everything we wanted was at out tableside before we knew we wanted it. Two men got into trouble with their significant other's due to their inability to stop staring at us, and we were, hit on, a dozen times or more.
When we were finished, we stepped carefully over all of the tongues on our way to the car.
"I feel better, why don't we go shopping and get you some shoes, panties and a bra or two. Are you game?" she asked once we were in the car.
"I guess I'll need at least a couple to tide me over until I can find a way back to my old self," I admitted, "Lead on Chief!"
"To the mall!" she put the car into gear and we were off.
We walked in and she took me straight to 'Fredericks of Hollywood', "This is the only place in the mall we have a chance to find a bra to fit you."
She wasted no time and went straight to the sales lady, "We are going to need your help, where are your smallest chest sized, with the biggest cups, bras?"
The sales lady turned around, saw Krystal, and smirked. She turned further, saw me, and her jaw dropped open! "Whoa! Let's go look in the Fantasie collection. That is the only brand that I think we might have something in her size. By the way just what is your size?"
"I have, ah… experienced some growth since the last time I bought a bra, maybe you should measure me to be sure," I suggested.
She stopped and actually licked her lips! I swear she did!
"Okay, follow me into the dressing rooms," once there she continued, "Now please remove your blouse," she took it from me and hung it up, when she turned back she continued, "Damn, that bra is way too small, here let me help you out of it," she slipped around behind me and released the band.
I let out a huge sigh or relief.
"I don't blame you honey, that must have been torture. So, how long since the surgery?" she asked.
"What surgery?"
"Your implants, how long ago did you get them? We don't want to fit you when your swollen, and I don't want to hurt you by strapping a bra across the stitches," she explained.
"These are 100% home grown, I'll have you know," I giggled remembering how fast that growth happened.
"I didn't just fall off the turnip truck hon.. Come on fess up!" she urged.
Krystal giggled and told the girl, "Why don't you lift them up and look for the scar. Obviously, she didn't have them installed through the nipple, and there's no scar under her arm, which would indicate that method was, used. You are, left with only the happy smile, underneath. Just be careful she's really horny and easy to turn on," she was having lots of fun with this girl.
The sales girl stooped way down and gently lifted my huge hooters, "Oh my god they are real!" just to make sure she caressed my nipples, just to watch them clench tightly. "Holy shit honey with those you could make a frigging fortune! You are amazing!" she just stood and stared.
"Thank you, but do you think that you could measure me, it's getting kind of cold," I shivered.
"Sor… Sorry," she shook her head as if to clear it. She measured me around the chest just below my boobs. She measured me around the boobs. Then she did both again.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
I've never come up with numbers like this before, I just had to be sure I'd done it correctly," she assured me.
"So what is it?" Krystal blurted.
"A 30 F cup," she confirmed. "Wait here, I'll go and check stock."
She returned with two bras, "Try this one on first," and handed me a white lace bra with a white bow in the middle.
The label read, 'Fantasie of England 7001,' 30 F cup. The sales lady helped fit it to me.
"That looks beautiful, how does it feel Niki," Krystal, asked?
"It's the nicest bra I've ever worn!" I affirmed.
Krystal laughed at my statement, since the only other bra I had worn was hers, and too small.
"Let's see the other one," she urged.
The sales lady helped me off with the first one [She snuck a grope while doing it too!], and then fitted the other one on me as she had the first.
"We'll take them both," Krystal told the sales lady, "And she'll wear this one home. Sorry, I didn't mean to spoil your fun, go ahead and grope her anyway, she likes it!"
In fact, they both groped me, but then, helped me get dressed.
Krystal and I picked out several more pieces of lingerie, which we stacked at the check out counter and after paying for the lot, the sales lady leaned over the counter and told us both, "If you two like girls, and girl sex, here's my card, call me I'd love to boff the both of you!"
Krystal and I looked at each other and smiled. We took her card and told her we might take her up on it in a couple of days, if things didn't work out.
We dropped our load back at the car, returned to the mall and found a shoe store where I bought two pair of size five high-heels, one navy, one black.
We picked up a couple of skirts, blouses, and dresses along the way and finished with a dozen pair of hose and pantyhose.
After all, of that shopping, we were exhausted, so we headed back to the hotel.
Along the way I asked, "Just what line of work were you going to train me in, anyway? I know you started to tell me last night but we ran out of steam."
"Well, its rather simple, as an exotic dancer. I make sure that it is, known up front, that exotic dancer does not mean, hooker. They can look, there's the occasional grope, but no fuck. I figure we two and do a lez thing on the stage that will have them drooling and masturbating, while they stuff tens and twenties into our g-strings. Alone I make about seven hundred a night, with you there's no telling how much we can bring home," she informed me as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.
"That's some good money. Where are you working now?"
"I'm taking a break at the moment, my next gig doesn't start for a week," she parked the car and we went to our room. Arms loaded with packages and bags.
When we entered the room, the clothes were, dumped into the corner, the door was, locked, and we fell asleep for a two-hour nap.
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When consciousness returned, I went into the bathroom sat on the toilet, and let fly. Wow, that woke me up! Peeing from your butt is very different than using the hose!
I wiped, rose from the commode and then on my way out of the bathroom, I noticed the deodorant sitting on the counter but the label, had fallen off, and was on the counter top.
I picked it up on the way back to Krystal, crawled into bed with her, and told her it had fallen off the deodorant and that we should try and find the pharmacy where I bought the deodorant.
She asked to see it, so I handed it to her.
"Niki… oh shit! Niki I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!" she was hugging me and trembling.
"What? What is it?"
"The label has writing on the back! It says that you transform into a girl for twenty-four hours. Caution: A second application during the transformation may result in excessive breast growth and permanency," she read.
"You mean…" I started.
"Yup, you're a woman forever, and it's all my fault!" she sniffled. "It won't do any good to search for the pharmacy now!" and then she broke out in a full tilt ball.
"You'll have to be punished for what you did! You have to promise to take care of me forever more. That's fair isn't it Krystal?" I determined, while trying to console her.
"You're going to stay with me, even after what I did to you?"
"I suppose, I could be mad, but you didn't mean to, what else can I do? Where else am I going to find a wife, now that I qualify for the role myself?" I deduced.
She started kissing me and declared, "I love you, and I'll never let you go! I truly believe we were destined to be together!"
Back at the apothecary the little old man was chuckling and said to him self, "They never read the label!"
The End
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Epilog
Later that day, "Hello, this is the SRU wizard."
"Thank you so much. She is everything I ever dreamed of, the perfect life-mate for me. You have fulfilled my greatest fantasy," Krystal was jubilant.
"This is the future that she wanted as well, of course, she would never admit it even to herself. I'm glad you two are so much in love! But, remember you must never tell her, that it was your seeking me out that caused her to become such a lovely woman," the Wizard reminded her.
"Oh, no problem there, she'll never know!" she vowed, "She will still have the mind and desires of a man won't she? Additionally, are you certain the deodorant will continue to make her boobs grow anytime I use it on her? When her boobs are big enough, we'll be headliners for sure, and making enough money, that I will be able to have mine made as big as hers."
"Guaranteed, every time you roll it on her she'll grow, at least two cup sizes, and if you do it in her sleep she will never know why she keeps getting bigger and she will retain her memories of being a man and the same sexual orientation and preferences. Have a wonderful new life my dear, and come see us again soon," he hung up the phone, "I just love getting couples together!"
The wolf replied, "Just as long as it entails a gender change and a set of humongous boobs!"
"Yes, that is a bonus to be sure! I wonder what a wolf with large breasts would look like?" the old man started absently scratching his beard.
The wolf's eyes developed a worried look, and he started to softly whimper.
"Don't worry, I won't do it. Wherever would I find a bra to fit you?" he laughed and continued planning his next matchmaking scheme.
COPYRIGHT: Secret, Strong Enough for a Man… (Version 0.0) By Wholeman
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