SRU: Stockings

by Anonymous

 

I guess my whole life I envied girls. I was born short and skinny, I was never athletically inclined, and received hourly beating for no reason except that I was an easy target. In my mind, girls had it easy. If you were born short and skinny, and had enough cute outfits, you had it easy. I envied girls, but about the time I got to be a teenager, when my libido kicked on and I started looking at girls differently, my envy subsided. It's important to get this little explanation out of the way so that what happened to me next makes a little sense.

 

My girlfriend Barbara was wonderful. Smart, talented, beautiful, and she always wore something to show off her good looks. Her best assets were her legs, which were long and slender, and she often wore some very nice stockings in order to show them off. She had a large collection, and they all looked great on her. I'm not sure if it was a fetish of hers, or maybe just of mine, but she often left them on when we were making love.

One weekend she had to go off to Chicago on a business trip, and I had the house to myself. I was an out of work writer, which is kind of redundant, and I had the whole house to myself for the weekend. The first morning I spent watching one of those fitness shows in my underwear eating cheerios. That was fun. I hadn't been able to act like a slob since we moved in together.

Unfortunately, the solitude was getting to me, and I needed something to do. I had some money I was saving to buy her a birthday present, so I thought this weekend would be the perfect chance to go shopping. I got to the mall and started looking around. I immediately thought of getting her a new pair of stockings, since she was starting to wear through some of her favorite pairs. One pair, in particular, that was an opaque pink floral design, had developed some holes and runs, and had become unwearable. I decided to try and find some replacements, but the department stores didn't have anything close to them, and the lingerie stores only had the kind of stockings she already had in spades.

I was ready to give up, when I spotted a strange looking store with costumes in the window. It looked like a Halloween store, with a picture of a wizard on the sign. "Spells R' Us" it read. Hmmm… They might have something interesting. I could see Barbara in a pair of spiderweb stockings, or maybe some other custom design. I stepped inside, and an old man behind the counter turned and looked at me.

"Here we go again," he said. I frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. You're looking for a present for your wife, yes?"

"How did you know?"

"Wizard," he said, pointing to the hat.

"Umm… yeah… see, she loves stockings, and I was wondering what kinds you had."

"Many different kinds. You'd be surprised. Anything in particular you were looking for?"

"I don't suppose you have any with a pink floral design? I wish I had a picture to show you."

"How are these?" he asked. He grabbed a pair of metal tongs, and lifted up a pair of stockings from behind the counter that looked EXACTLY like the kind I wanted to replace.

"That's them! I'll take 'em!"

"Very good, but there is a warning, and I know it won't matter, but for legal purposes I have to issue the same warning every time. Don't put the stockings on, yourself."

"Why?"

"They're magic, and I don't remember what kind of magic, though I can probably guess."

"Um… okay. How much?"

"Fifty dollars."

"That's kinda steep."

"Steeper than the lingerie store?"

"Good point. I'll take them."

"Very well, sir. I hope your wife enjoys them!"

 

I left with the stockings in a little box, and headed home. Magic. Heh. The way he talked he couldn't have been serious. He sounded like someone who had to keep up an image for too long and was sick of it. There was probably some weird company behind that store that made him act that way, and dress that way. Odds were that he wasn't even an old man.

I got back to the house and went upstairs. I took out Barbara's old stockings and compared them to the new ones. They were nearly identical. Only, the new ones seemed to be made of a different material. It was smoother, softer, and I found myself stroking them, imagining Barbara's legs in them. It was turning me on. Maybe the stockings thing was my fetish after all. Or maybe I just got so used to it, it became my fetish. I wished so badly that Barbara was there.

I sighed and was about to go back downstairs when I realized that I couldn't just leave the stockings out. What was I thinking? I put the old pair away, and I was about to find a hiding place for the new ones when I suddenly stopped. My hand lay on the cool, smooth material, and I briefly remembered the wizards warning.

For some reason, I really did want to try them on… just to see how they felt.

I fought the urge, but eventually I had to give in. I grinned, and walked back into the bedroom. I dropped my pants, and rolled the stockings up my legs, pulling them into place at about mid-thigh level. I was instantly turned on, and once the stockings were on my feet, I crossed my legs and examined them. Wow! My legs looked hot! They looked like a pair of women's legs! For some reason, wearing Barbara's clothes was making me even harder, and I wanted more. Why not? I'll try it, just this once… No one will ever know.

I opened Barbara's underwear drawer, and found a pair of pink panties. Why not? I thought. I pulled off my briefs and slipped her panties up, and over my crotch. It felt good! I had never imagined it felt so good! It tugged at something deep inside me, and I had to keep going! I found one of Barbara's bras, and put it on as I had seen her do so many times before. The empty cups pointed away from me, and I chuckled. I guess I looked pretty ridiculous, but I didn't stop. I didn't even slow down.

I went through her closet looking for something to go with the stockings. I found a pink pleated skirt that she wore a few times to tease me, and a pink top that she usually wore with it. It had little bows on the shoulders and a plunging neckline that would have shown my cleavage if I had any. Then, I slipped into a pair of pink heels, and stepped carefully towards her dresser.

I looked in the mirror, and my eyes widened. If not for my face and the empty bra cups, I looked almost female! It was a good illusion, and for some reason it made me so excited that I almost came! But then I noticed something, or rather, I didn't notice something. I didn't notice any bulge where there should have been. A moment ago, I was poking through the skirt a little but, but now… I was about to lift the skirt and check when a lock of hair fell in front of my face and I girlishly brushed it away. Then I gasped, and looked in the mirror again. My hair had gotten long, and shiny, and become a light brown. It had gotten down to my shoulders, and was still going. A lock fell into my nonexistent cleavage, and I had to brush it out. But I still felt an odd tickling in my chest. I looked down to see the cups looked a little less empty. My nipples had gotten huge! I gently touched one and received a massive shock! My nipples were a thousand times more sensitive than they were before! I watched helplessly as they began to expand outward, and I nearly fell over when they touched the silky bra cups and compressed into their warm embrace. I fell backwards onto the bed, and I immediately felt a difference in my ass. It was different, softer, more pillow-like. I lifted my skirt and watched as my rock-hard member continued to recede on me.

"No!" I said, and heard my female voice for the first time. It was higher, softer, and sounded like a teenage girl. "No, please don't!"

Everything slipped inside me, and I yelped at the strange sensation that was neither pain nor pleasure. I rolled over and carefully got to my feet. I looked in the mirror to see the most beautiful eighteen year old girl that I had ever seen. Her face was oval shaped and soft, her eyes wide and innocent-looking. She was dressed in my girlfriends best sex outfit, and her gorgeous legs were in stockings that just screamed sex. I felt something strange and warm down in my new organs, and I realized that my reflection was turning me on!

I looked down at the D cup breasts and felt an urge to squeeze them. My left hand reached up, and I almost fell over again! Gods that felt good! I looked in the mirror, and the gorgeous girl was grasping her own luscious breast. I felt a throb from my new body and I didn't know what to do. A part of me was scared, but something deeper down inside me told me not to worry. Girls had it easy.

I smiled at myself, and started checking myself out. God I was hot! I traced my new slender fingers along my new, bubble-like ass and it felt incredible! I imagined Barbara with me, running her hands over me, touching my new body, and I couldn't stand anymore! I threw off the skirt and the heels, and practically tore off the top and the bra… but the stockings, I kept. It made it, somehow, sexier!

I tried to keep imagining Barbara, but the image I'd seen in the mirror kept replacing her. And it somehow made the experience better. I imagined it was her stroking me, tweaking my new nipples, touching me carefully in the most delightful places… I came in a way that I didn't think was possible and everything turned white.

I came to my sense and looked down at my mostly-naked body. My legs were still encased in the silky nylon, and I realized that I didn't want to wear them out. I carefully took them off, and put them back in the gift box. But what to wear now?

The naked image in the mirror tempted me, but I averted my eyes and tried to think. This new body was thinking differently than my old one. It wanted to try on more clothes, and maybe makeup, maybe go shopping… but I knew I needed to think clearly. I needed to think about that would happen when Barbara…

I heard the front door open, and I panicked. Was Barbara home?!?

"Honey?!" came her voice from downstairs. She was home early! What was I going to do?!? I was a naked 18 year old girl in our bedroom. Even if I were dressed, she'd think I was cheating on her with jailbait! I ran and hid in the closet. I heard her footsteps approaching, and then I realized… the stockings! I'd left them in the gift box on the dresser!

She walked in and saw the box immediately.

"What's this?" she asked, and put down her luggage. She was wearing stockings now, long black ones, opaque, underneath business-like clothes, a short skirt and a sweater. She opened the box and gasped.

"Oh my God… How did he find these?" she was enthralled, entranced by them. She started running her hands over the material, sort of like I did. She sat down on the bed looking at them for a moment. Then, she kicked off her shoes, and started unrolling her black stockings to put the new ones on. I remained frozen, watching her move with lust and fear. She began rolling the new stockings on, and I felt a powerful jealousy. I was so envious. She was wearing the sexy stockings!

Once they were on her legs, she stood, and looked them over.

"Mmmm… They feel so nice," she said, and ran her hands over her legs. Then she smiled, and rubbed her legs together. Ah ha! So it really had started as her fetish! She took off her business clothes, and left only her white panties and bra on.

"Where are you, honey? I want to thank you for your present!" she said tauntingly, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. What was I going to do?

Suddenly she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. She'd noticed something, and that's when I realized that it was changing her, too! Her face seemed to get younger, softer, and her hair got longer. Her legs got a little more slender, making them just as killer as mine! She moaned suddenly, and stumbled back onto the bed. I could see her panties were developing a spot of wetness from here. She started to massage herself, and then took off her bra, flinging it away. She was rubbing herself, and her legs were constantly squirming as she moaned. I couldn't hold it any longer!

I quietly emerged from the closet, and slipped over the covers and on top of her. She looked up at me startled, and then after a moment of fear, her face softened, and became one of lust!

"Take me," she said softly, and let out another moan. I slithered down her body, and rested my new sex against her stockinged leg. We both let out a moan of pleasure, and I sent my own knee gently up to her. I felt her wetness as I'm sure she felt mine, and we spent the next hour driving each other to ecstacy.

When we woke up, she had one stocking on, and I had the other. We looked kind of silly, but it didn't matter. She didn't seem to mind that I was a woman now, and frankly, neither did I. She was so in love with me that we didn't leave the bed for another four hours! When we finally did have to eat, we got dressed (Each of us wearing sexy stockings) and went back to the mall. I needed some new clothes, and we just HAD to add to our stocking collection. Especially from that Spells R' Us store. I needed one more pair of those special ones. And maybe one or two of those sexy costumes, too.

  

  

  

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