Taken

by Jennifer White

  

I never should have tried to pick up the blond in the red dress at the bar. But at the time, I didn't know who she was. I just saw here there, and had to go try my best lines on her.

I introduced myself, and she was very receptive to my advances.

"Hello, I'm Gwen" she said in a sultry voice.

She laughed at my jokes, accepted the drinks I kept buying for her (and myself), and seemed excited to be with me. So when the night got on towards midnight, and she invited me back to her place, I thought that I had it made!

 

She lived only a few blocks away, in an old three story Victorian house, with a large turret at the front. It was impressive inside, with antiques everywhere. She must be very rich, I thought.

"Come with me" she said, wiggling her finger at me. I followed her up the spiral staircase to the second floor, where she led me to a bedroom. The room was lavishly decorated, with a large canopy bed, lots of pillows, and a fluffy down comforter. There was an antique dresser, a table with a mirror (where she kept her makeup and jewelry), and old comfortable looking chairs. Red was the predominant color, with old looking wallpaper, and a border around the top.

But the most striking thing was the old-fashioned wardrobe. One of those large old pieces of furniture that served as a closet. It was dark stained mahogany, hand carved, and really impressive looking.

"This is quite some room" I said.

"Yes, it is" she replied.

She looked so beautiful. She was looking right at me, into my eyes, and I was transfixed. I was so taken with her! I just had to have her!

 

She walked closer to me, and did something strange: she waved her hands in the air, pointed at me, then held her hands up high. As she did this, she said a couple of words I didn't understand.

But then she started talking to me, as if nothing weird had just happened. Oh well, I was a bit tipsy, and she was probably drunk after all those vodka martinis. We got on with our talking.

As we chatted about the way the room was decorated, and all the cool old antiques, she went to the old fashioned wardrobe, and opened the door. I looked inside to see all sorts of fancy frilly clothes, which really excited me. I felt myself get really hard.

Gwen said something I couldn't understand, but I suddenly just knew that she wanted me naked. She undid the top two buttons on her blouse, and opened it wider so that I could see her cleavage. In no time, I was stripping down naked.

It made her smile warmly to see me, and she encouraged me to keep going. All my clothes were now in a pile, and I was standing there naked before her.

"Pash-ugec, stil noro, nilt" she said.

"And when did you buy this house?" I said. I was starting to feel a little cold, being naked.

"My grandmother owned this place" she said, reaching into the wardrobe, and handing me a pair of panties. "Then my mother owned it, and now it is mine."

"Wow, three generations" I said, as I put the panties on, as if it was a normal thing for me to do. I kept talking, and didn't even notice what I was doing. Like when you take a walk when you talk, you don't really think about moving your feet. You just do it.

"Yes, this house has been in the family for a long time."

She reached into the wardrobe, and pulled out a bra that had very wide straps and an underwire. She handed it to me, and I started to put it on automatically as we talked.

"I've only got an apartment" I said, feeling kind of ashamed that she had so much better of a place than I did. She must be rich or something, while I barely got by.

Gwen pulled a full length slip out of the wardrobe, and handed it to me. It was white, silky, with lacy trim.

"There is no shame in having an apartment" she said, as I put on the slip, again without even really noticing it. "You don't have to do all the maintenance that I have to do for my house."

"That's true" I replied, as I checked the slip to make sure it was on straight. Gwen pulled an old fashioned looking dress out of the wardrobe, and handed it to me.

"Tell me" I said as I put on the dress, "is all this furniture original? Or did you buy all this?"

"No" she said, as she helped me with the dress, "almost all of this belonged to my grandmother as well."

She handed me a pair of black women's shoes with a high heel on the end. I stepped into them as we talked.

"She had good taste. Now everything is antique, and must be worth a fortune."

"Yes" she said, as I fastened the last of the straps on the shoes, "but I would never sell anything. It is worth more for the sentimental value. Now hold still."

Gwen tied a ribbon in my hair, then motioned for me to turn towards the full length mirror that was situated in the corner. I looked, and saw myself dressed up in all the frilly feminine clothes.

 

That's when it hit me: I was dressed up like a girl! A look of panic filled my eyes, and I looked back at her. I had been putting on all these clothes, but I hadn't even noticed it! One moment I was getting ready to have sex with her, and the next thing I knew, I'm dressed up like a woman! What did she do to me?

Gwen saw the look on my face, and smiled at me warmly. I felt so embarrassed! This pretty woman was looking at me dressed as a girl. I was surrounded by softness and swishy materials.

"Twirl around" she said.

"What?" I replied.

"Twirl around!"

I don't know why, but I did it. I spun myself in a full circle, then came to a stop. But my skirts didn't. It took a couple of seconds for them to settle back down again. The softness of the slip pressed on me. I was so aware of the feeling of being trapped by the bra. I had to get out of this stuff!

 

"Yaow onbo utem atwan" said Gwen.

For some reason, I was suddenly relieved. That sense of embarrassment melted away, and I felt at ease. Why was I so upset about wearing a silly dress? It was very pretty, and any girl would be proud to wear it.

I walked over to the table with the mirror, and sat down.

"Tell me more about your mother" I said, as I started to put on makeup, as if it was something I did every day.

"She was a very kind woman" said Gwen, who started brushing my hair as we talked. "She loved animals, she loved children, she loved all living things. She was the one who planed all the roses in the garden."

I started putting on my lipstick, as I said "How nice. Tell me more."

"I was her only daughter" said Gwen, as she continued to brush my hair which seemed to be lengthening with every stroke of the brush, "so she lavished all her attention on me. We had a very close relationship, her and I."

I finished with my mascara, and turned to the side to make sure everything looked good.

"Well, you are very lucky to have a good relationship like that. Some of my friends fight with their mothers all the time."

I put on a couple of rings, and a necklace as I talked, then a bracelet.

"Yes, I feel very lucky" said Gwen. She was done with my hair now, and it came down just below my shoulders. It was very full, and very pretty. I took a look again in the full length mirror, and saw myself.

 

No! I thought suddenly. What have I done? Why do I have makeup on? I'm a man!

I felt a total sense of panic. I had to get away from her. I had to get away from this place! She was doing something to me, and I was losing my mind or something. I looked even more like a woman that I did before. I had to fight this!

"Go ahead, give in" said Gwen.

"To what?" I replied, steaming mad.

"Your new feminine self."

"I am not feminine!" I protested.

Gwen just gave me that same smile that she had before. And that made me feel cold all over, and get goose bumps.

"You felt feminine a few minutes ago, before you put on your makeup. That was the woman within you starting to emerge. She is growing stronger. Soon, you will be her, completely."

"No!" I said.

"Gwos wrob obon!" said Gwen.

I looked at her, and felt strange. Strange, because there was this feeling in my chest. I put my hands over my chest, and almost screamed, because I could feel something pushing back against me. I was expanding out on top, the cups of my bra filling out. I could *feel* it. In the mirror I could *see* it! I was growing large breasts!

"Now do you believe me Leah?"

"I'm not Leah!" I said. "Get away from me! Leave me alone!"

Gwen just laughed.

"Look in the mirror Leah, at your face."

I looked in the mirror, and was horrified! My nose, it had shrunk down so small! My chin was different, my cheekbones more prominent and higher....my face had changed, and it was now *pretty*. With the makeup I had expertly applied, I looked like a knockout. I gasped for breath.

"Don't panic Leah, just let your inner woman take over. You will enjoy it once you let yourself go!"

"I'll never give in!" I said, but it didn't sound convincing, given that my voice was now like that of a teenage girl. I giggled. Me! No!

"Do you know that the clitoris has over 8,000 nerve fibers?" said Gwen. "That's more than you have even in your fingertips. It's actually *twice* as many as a man has in his penis."

"So?" I said, upset to the verge of tears. Who cared about some stupid biology quiz?

"Well, I thought you might like to know, now that you have one, along with your new vagina, labia, uterus...all the parts of a woman."

"I don't have a vagina!" I said, but as I groped myself down in my crotch, I couldn't feel anything sticking out of me. I searched with both hands, with the stupid dress getting in the way.

"What happened to me!!!" I demanded.

"You are a girl now, Leah" she said. "Your sex organs are *inside* your body now."

"No" I whispered. I looked in the mirror again, and saw a young woman of about 19 or so staring back at me.

"That is the new you. A *female*. Accept it Leah, and *be* the woman that you are destined to be."

I looked up at her, my eyes filled with hate.

"You are my daughter now" she said. "Let me teach you to be a young lady."

She held her hand out, and grabbed ahold of mine. I felt a sense of warmth an *love* flowing from her as she squeezed my hand. I felt so conflicted inside. I wanted to run! I wanted go back to the way everything was an hour ago. But something in the look on her face gave me pause.

Why did I feel like this? I searched within myself, and realized something scary: I felt *good*. I *liked* how I felt all dressed up and pretty. And it was all thanks to Gwen.

I felt soft all over. I felt so pretty, so feminine. My long hair swung with me as moved my head back towards the mirror. It felt good to look so pretty. It felt wonderful in fact!

I looked back up at my mother, now with gratitude instead of hate. I wanted to have a close mother-daughter relationship with her, instead of fighting like this. I wanted to really know her, and to be close. She loved me, and I loved her back. I squeezed her hand to show her how I felt.

"Mommy's little girl" she said, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you mommy" I said.

"I love you too Leah" she replied, smiling at me. "Its late, and you need to go get ready for bed. I've got your favorite pink jammies all laid out for you on your bed. Let's go take a look."

We went next door, to my room. I had such a pretty room, with all sorts of dolls and bears, with a pretty canopy bed like mommy's, and such pretty decorations. The closet door was open, showing all of the pretty dresses and skirts inside, not to mention dozens and dozens of pairs of shoes.

"Now Leah, you need to keep your closet door shut."

"Yes mommy, I'll keep it shut. I'm sorry" I said.

"That's okay dear. Its just that your almost 18 now, and I expect you to act like a young lady, not a little girl."

I smiled, and hugged her. She helped me undress, take off my makeup, get into my pink jammies, and then she tucked me in bed.

"Sweet dreams my angle" she said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Good night mommy. I love you" I said.

I closed my pretty eyes, and drifted off to sleep. We had a big day tomorrow, going shopping together, and I was oh so tired. I drifted off to dream of shoes, purses, and the new outfits we'd buy together the next day...

  

  

  

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