Thinking With Your Tits

by Jennifer White

 

Bill liked dressing up as a woman. He did it all the time. He loved to pretend he was a girl, and nothing felt better than the swish of skirts against his leg, the long hair of a wig covering his eyes, and the illusion of being female. He loved women, and was always dating them. He just liked to pretend from time to time that he was one of them, because it really turned him on.

With his current girl, he decided to try something different. Instead of hiding it from her, as he normally did, he would try to bring her in on his fantasy. He sat Mary Beth down, and admitted everything to her. She was shocked at first, but sat there patiently, listening as he explained.

Bill was really happy to find that she was willing to participate in his fantasy.

"I know a place where I can get you some very realistic boobs" she said. "I'll bring them over tomorrow, and we'll get you all dressed up."

"Cool!" said Bill.

"You will of course shave your chest, and everywhere else, so you don't look silly in them" said Mary Beth.

"Of course!" replied a very excited Bill.

 

The next night, when she came over, he was ready. He was wearing just his bathrobe, after having just showered and shaving himself all over. Now he was hairless, and ready for the fake boobs. He had always stuffed his bra full of whatever he could find, so the thought of good fake boobs drove him wild. He was hard already, just thinking of them.

Mary Beth arrived right on time, and she was carrying a bag with her. She smiled, and pulled the box out from the bag. There they were. A pair of perfect boobs. They were very large, very realistic looking, full and firm. When Bill shook them, they jiggled. Just like real ones.

They were both together on some kind of backing. They would both go on together.

"Drop that robe" said Mary Beth.

Bill dropped the robe, and she smiled as she saw the panties he was wearing.

"Take those off for me too" she said. "I want to see how you react to these."

Now Bill took off his panties, and he was naked. Mary Beth had him lie down on his back, so she could put on his 'boobs'. He laid back, very excited and aroused.

 

Mary Beth picked up the boobs, and dangled them in Bill's face to tease him. He couldn't wait to get them on! She peeled something off the back of them, then carefully positioned them on his chest. There were two little indents on the back, which lined up right over where his little man-nipples were.

She laid down the breasts, and Bill could feel them start to grab him. She made some kind of adjustment, and it felt as of they were vacuum sealing onto his skin.

"Sit still a few moments" said Mary Beth. "They'll need to set in place. You wouldn't want them to fall off, would you?"

"No way!" said Bill.

He sat still for a minute, his heart racing. He could feel the weight on his chest.

"All right, stand up" said Mary Beth. "And behold your new boobs!"

Bill stood up, and looked in the mirror. He smiled. It looked like he had *real* boobs on his chest! He turned sideways to view them. He looked at them front on. He shimmied, to watch them jiggle. They looked so real, and they were on him! He smiled. This was the best day of his life.

He couldn't wait to get a bra on, so he could see how he looked all dressed up. His boobs were so big, so full, so firm, he would look and feel very pretty with them. He'd wear a low cut blouse to show them off. Then all of the guys would stare at him, and they'd all want him. He was very proud.

 

No! Wait! He didn't want guys to stare at him! That would be bad. He wanted Mary Beth. Why had he thought such a crazy thing? He had never thought anything like that before! It must have something to do with seeing himself looking so feminine, with the realistic boobs.

Bill cupped his hands over his big boobs. They way they were attached to him with the vacuum seal, he could feel some sensation from touching them! He imagined how good it would feel to have a guy sucking on the nipples, licking them with his tongue. That would make his lover want him so much, that he'd be sure to get the guy to lay down with him, and then they could make love.

 

"What's going on!!!?" he said out loud, upset and shocked at the thought.

"What do you mean?" asked Mary Beth.

"I just thought something that only a woman should have thought. I think these things are doing something to me. They're making me think things."

"You big baby, you're being silly" giggled Mary Beth.

Baby! Bill imagined a baby. His baby. He would hold his baby in his arms, and she'd love him as much as he loved her. He'd hold her so close, and feel that special mother-daughter bond. He'd breast feed her of course. He couldn't wait to have his wonderful little baby suckling on his nipples, as his body provided the nourishment that she'd need to grow up into a little girl. He wanted to be a mommy, so he'd have a baby to love. All he needed now, was to find a father, so he could get pregnant.

 

"Ahhh! It's doing it again!" yelled Bill. "They're trying to take over my mind!"

Mary Beth just looked at him and smiled, while Bill was going into total panic.

"Get them off of me! Get them off of me!" yelled Bill hysterically, grabbing at his boobs, trying to pull them off. He was pawing at them, but they were stuck. He couldn't get them off! They were doing something to him, and he was terrified. He was afraid that if he stepped through the door that was open in his mind, that he'd never get back to where he was now.

"Don't you want to feel what it's like to wear a bra when you have real boobs?" asked Mary Beth, holding up a red silky push-up bra.

While Bill was horrified with what was going on in his mind, the thought of having a bra cupping his wonderful breasts, supporting and shaping them, was just too much. He wanted to feel that! He had to. He took the bra from Mary Beth, and started to put it on.

Wearing a bra with nothing to hold it up was one thing. But putting one on when you had boobs to hold up was something totally different. And his boobs were becoming more sensitive moment by moment. Having the bra cup and support his boobs felt so good! He looked in the mirror at how they were shaped, and he sighed. It was such a wonderful pleasant feeling.

"Look how pretty that makes you" said Mary Beth.

Bill looked in the mirror, and admired himself. He *did* look pretty in a bra like that, with the cups stuffed full. The bra pulled on his boobs, shaping them, lifting them, making them even more magnificent looking. He couldn't help but to feel *proud* of how well he was stacked. It was the first time he had ever looked at himself as a woman, and had a feminine reaction to a part of his own body.

And with that feminine feeling, something else happened. His manhood, which was already stiff at attention suddenly felt a lot *tighter*. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it wasn't exactly normal. The feeling distracted him from his thoughts about his boobs, and his eyes looked down lower at himself in the mirror.

"Yes, I see it too" said Mary Beth. "It just doesn't look right for a *woman*, does it? It's a good thing that it's shrinking like that."

It *was* shrinking. Bill had a feeling like he was super-aroused, and should be getting longer and longer. But instead, it seemed to be getting shorter and shorter. It was ultra-stiff, but it was becoming less and less in size. Not only was the length smaller, but the diameter. Now, it looked like the stub of a pencil, sticking out.

"What's going on?" he said in a shaky voice.

The sack dangling below his manhood was also shrinking too. In fact, it was almost gone by now. With something like a sucking sound, the sack suddenly popped out of view, as it was pulled back up inside his body. The pencil stub was going that way too. As it grew smaller, it stayed really hard, and he felt more and more aroused. But now, it was threatening to completely disappear from view.

From where Bill's sack had pulled back in, up to where the micro-stick that now poked out for less than a quarter inch, a slit appeared between his legs. The surrounding area was very pink, and stuck up slightly, sort of like a pair of lips. Bill could only watch helplessly as the very last of what used to be his member now retreated inside the wet warmth of the slit, and hid behind a slight hood of flesh. What had once been his manhood, had now become a clitoris. Bill felt fully aroused, more aroused than he had ever felt in his life.

"No!" he said. "It can't be gone!"

"It's not gone" said Mary Beth. "It's just become a part of your *female* anatomy."

The word 'female' sent shivers up and down Bill's spine. Between his legs, he had the same equipment as a woman now! By definition, he *was* a woman! He was female! He was a she. His mind responded be going into such a flurry of activity, that he become weak in the knees, and felt like he was going to pass out.

 

"Here" said Mary Beth, handing over a pair of panties, which matched Bill's bra. He stepped into them automatically, and felt the soft fabric as it touched his pink parts. He hadn't noticed before, but now in the mirror he could see that not only were his hips wider than the had been, his butt was shaped differently too. Even there, he looked like a woman.

He posed proudly, thinking how his lacy panties would drive the guys crazy. They'd see his big full breasts, and feel attracted. Then they'd see his figure, his curves, and they'd want him. If they were lucky, and he let them have a peek under his skirt, they'd get to see the sexy panties, and they'd go crazy, wanting to get inside of them. Bill imagined how wonderful it would feel to have a man make love to him, putting his throbbing member inside of Bill's warm receptive pussy.

No! Stop that!

"Get these thoughts out of my head!" yelled Bill, clutching his head with his hands. A woman's thoughts were working into his mind, making him want what a woman wants. At that moment, he caught himself again, and suddenly felt the dire lack of anything poking out between his legs. He reached down there, where the panties laid flat against him, and he let out a howl as he missed his 'friend' down there.

He felt so soft. He felt so weak. He felt like he had just lost total control of everything. He tried to beat back the female thoughts, but as soon as he would drive them from one part of his mind, they would start leaking into another area.

"I want to wear makeup" thought his inner self in one area. "Are my thighs too fat?" thought another part of himself. "I'd look good in red." "My eyebrows need to be plucked." "My eyebrows are way too bushy! I need to pluck them!" "I want to have a dress with a long train when I get married." "My hair should be longer." "I'm due for my next period. I better stock up on tampons." "Val Kilmer is cute." "Those shoes Mary Beth has on don't go with her pants." "Where's my purse?" "I wish my shoulders weren't so big. I want a more feminine figure."

No matter what he did, he was suddenly inundated with these flood of thoughts, and there was no way he could possibly block them out from his mind. His face felt tight now, and he could see it changing in the mirror. His nose was becoming small and fine; his cheekbones more prominent, his chin pointier. He was becoming *pretty*.

Meanwhile, his shoulders were rapidly shrinking, which made him look less muscular and bulky. It also had the effect of making his boobs look even bigger. Now they looked huge on his smaller (and still shrinking) torso. His skin was becoming smooth and soft.

"Can I try on the black dress?" said Bill in a voice that was several notes higher in pitch than it had been a few moments ago. He was fiddling with the straps of his bra, which needed to be adjusted. Now that his shoulders were so much smaller, there was too much in the loops, which needed to be tightened.

"Certainly" said Mary Beth, handing it to him on a hanger. He slipped into the black dress, which came down just below his knees. He looked in the mirror with satisfaction. Now he stepped into the pair of black pumps which Mary Beth had laid out for him. His feet had become small and narrow too, proportionate with his smaller female body.

In fact, the term 'he' really didn't apply anymore. There was no point of reference to which that fit. Likewise, the name Bill was now irrelevant.

"I'm Betty" she said out loud, in her voice which had now migrated all the way to the alto range of the scale.

"Yes, you are" said Mary Beth. "And do you know what you want?"

"Yes I do" replied Betty. She wanted what every woman wants: she wanted love.

"I've going to fix you up tonight with my friend Patrick" said Mary Beth. "He is very lonely, but he is a very nice guy. You'll really like him."

"I can't wait" said Betty, excited at the prospect of going out with a guy. Wow, she was set up on a real date! She was so excited that she could barely contain herself. Maybe this guy would be *the one* that she had been waiting for all her life. Her heart started pounding harder in her chest.

"I know you can't think straight yet" said Mary Beth. "With all those female hormones hitting you at once, and adjusting to the fact that you're a woman now, and forever, your head is in chaos."

Betty didn't really comprehend what Mary Beth was saying. She was too excited about her date to think about logic and all that stuff. Being new to a female body, the emotions were overwhelming, and they were in play much more than the thoughts in her brain. The brain in her head never had to deal with emotions that strong, back when her body had been male. And so, it wasn't equipped to handle the massive force of the unfiltered feminine emotions.

"You see" said Mary Beth, "my friend Patrick is a nice guy, but he's never really done well with a woman. He's really horny, and his deepest wish is to find a chick that will do what he wants, and make him happy. When I found out that you were a sissy-boy, I realized I had a unique opportunity to make both of you happy. If I could turn you into a woman, your weak male mind would be no match for your female hormones and your new body's emotions. So you'd bed any man who wanted you. You'd be happy, because I turned you into a chick. And you'll make Patrick very happy. Its a perfect match!"

"Patrick" said Betty, who didn't hear much else of what Mary Beth just said.

 

The doorbell rang, and Betty's could feel her heart beating in her throat.

"He's here" said Mary Beth. "Get your makeup on, then come out to the livingroom. He'll be waiting for you."

Betty hurried to put on her makeup, knowing that her date was ready and waiting for her. She was so nervous! She was going to score with a guy! She looked at her face in the mirror, and smiled. She brushed her long hair out of her pretty face, and she stood up. Walking in her high heels, she took small tight steps, and floated into the livingroom where Mary Beth was talking with Patrick.

In Betty's mind, she was immediately jealous of Mary Beth. "Get away from him!" she thought. "That's *my* man. He's mine, and you can't have him!" But she smiled, and didn't let her inner feelings show.

"Hello. I'm Betty" she said.

"I'm...I'm Patrick" said the guy, his voice cracking. He was nervous around women, particularly pretty ones like Betty. He couldn't take his eyes off of her huge boobs. It would have been an insult to most women, but Betty didn't care. His stare told her that he was interested in her body. That was all she cared about.

Most women would have shaken their heads looking at Patrick. He was dressed like a nerd, with a shirt that had wrinkles in it, a poor choice of shoes for his outfit, and even two different shades of black in his mismatched socks. Most women would have noticed his unkempt hair and his oily face, which would have told him that he didn't care about his personal appearance that much. Most women would have taken a step back.

Between his nervous twitchiness, his poor personal grooming, and his poor dress, most women would not feel attracted. The fact that he was there on a date, but he hadn't bothered to make himself look nice would have been a turn-off. If he didn't care enough to make a good first impression, then how would he be on a day to day basis?

But none of this registered with Betty. There were only two thoughts on her mind: he was a man, and he was hers. Her raging hormones, her feminine needs, her maternal instincts, they all drove her to want a man. And he was a man. And he was available. Betty couldn't help herself. She wanted him. Badly.

Betty stood closer to him, so that her boobs were only an inch away from him. She batted her eyes at him. She opened her lips slightly. With the fresh application of shimmery lipstick, her lips looked oh so kissable. Most men would have known what to do, but Patrick was too nervous, and he just locked up.

Betty pressed closer, and put her arms around him. Now he totally froze, afraid to do anything.

"Come on lover-boy" said Betty. "Don't be afraid. I won't bite. Not unless you want me to, that is."

Betty let loose a giggle, and Mary Beth laughed out loud.

"I'll let you two love-birds on your own" she said. "I'm going out. Have fun!"

She turned to Patrick and whispered in his ear.

"Relax" she said. "You're going to get laid. Just touch her. It will all come naturally."

Patrick responded by putting his hands on Betty's butt, which drove her wild. By the time Mary Beth went out the door, the two lovers were already starting to take each other's clothes off.

 

* * *

 

"That was a lovely wedding" said Mary Beth. "Just the four of us. Very romantic."

"Thank you" said Betty, wiping a tear from her eye. She put her hands on her swollen belly, and she hoped to feel the baby kicking. It took a long time to find a wedding dress that would fit her, being so pregnant. She looked up at Patrick, who was laughing and joking with his best man. Betty smiled. Patrick was her husband now. Hers.

"If the baby is a girl" said Betty, "I'm going to name her after you. I always imagined that I'd have a girl anyway. So I hope she is a girl."

"Thank you" said Mary Beth. "That's so sweet of you!"

She leaned over, and gave Betty a big hug. Betty was so glad she had a girlfriend like Mary Beth, who was so supportive, and so kind.

"Do you even remember being a man?" asked Mary Beth quietly, as she stood so close to Betty.

"A man?" said Betty.

A man? Being a man? That was absurd. She was a woman. How could Mary Beth talk about her ever being a man? But there was *something*. Like trying to remember a dream when you wake up, and the morning makes the thoughts of the night evaporate. Betty tried to think of it, and tried to remember something that was just outside her grasp.

There in her mind, was just the empty shell of what had been her former male personality. Bit by bit, it had been torn down, and stripped away, until it was nothing but a dead husk. Whatever small bit of maleness that was left within her had died that day. When she put the ring on her finger, become a man's wife, the very last of what had been Bill had been crushed.

The part of her that had been Bill had lived in horror for months. Making love as a woman. Having a period. Then missing a period, and finding out that she was pregnant. Each of these incidents was one more nail in the coffin for Bill. Now that part of her was gone forever, completely burned out. She was Betty now, completely. She was a woman now, completely. In every way, in every aspect, she was female.

Betty waved Patrick over, so they could take more pictures together. She held the bouquet in her hand, and smiled as the cameraman snapped picture after picture. This was her wedding day, and she wanted everything to be perfect. Tomorrow, they would leave on their honeymoon, and shortly after, she'd give birth, and become a mommy, like she always had wanted to be.

Betty smiled. What more could a woman ever want?

  

  

  

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