Timeless Beauty 2

by

Paul G. Jutras

 

Alex walked from the shower trying to dry his long shoulder length hair. In only a bath robe, he entered his college dorm room and turned on the television. The channel 5 weather man was giving a major warning for its forecast As a transsexual he was happy to of gotten a single room.

"This just in," said the weatherman. "This looks like it will be the worst hurricane season for Florida since the 1960s. The major threats are the hurricanes that have been named Charley, Frances and Ivan. These three storms looked like it will hit the coast of Florida only weeks apart from one another."

Alex sat with his shaved legs crossed and turned off his blow dryer. A look of horror had filled his face. Because of the college parties he attended under his new college identity of Alice, he missed many morning classes due to sleeping in. He couldn't afford to miss any more classes that didn't get cancelled due to a hurricane threat.

"I need to calm down." Alex thought to himself as he got down on his knees before his coffee table opened up his lap top computer. "Maybe if I finish my story for the time less beauty site, it will take my mind off things."

He began typing on the keyboard with one hand while the other reached between his legs and made her feel wet and shiver with a hard on. He took a butt plug and shoved it into his ass. "Oh yeah, this is what I need. If I can't play shiver me timbers with some guy, this is the next best thing.

Signed on to the web site, Timeless Beauty, Alex began to work on his story. It was a story where a man who became a prisoner in a pair of pantyhose and transformed into a real woman. Many of the girls at college prefer the bare foot, bare leg look. He loved the silky look and feel of pantyhose. Before he realized he was meant to be a girl, he never wore pantyhose at home. Now he wore them every chance he could.

After submitting the story, he logged off and went to bed. His sheet was so soft that he loved how horny it made him feel as it brushed against his bare breasts that had developed over the past year on hormones. He slept so soundly that he didn't hear his dorm door open and an unknown figure slipping a pair of pantyhose into his underwear draw.

When Alex got up the next morning he brushed his lower half under the sheet and found wished he could wake up without the hard on he did every day as he thought of all the beautiful clothes he now wore to class.

Soon he had a pair of pantyhose on that almost matched his skin tone perfectly and made his real sex almost vanish between his legs. From the waist down at least he was a flawless beauty.

"You have mail!" He heard the electronic mailbox voice program speak from his lap top. He chose to forget getting dress the rest of the way and knelt down before the computer. He loved the feel of his nylon covered legs and feet rubbing against one another.

I loved your story very much. I especially like how real you made the main character's feelings toward the news reports of the coming hurricane storms. I can arrange it so that your story will come true. It will be the last fictional story of being a woman you'll ever have to write.

 

"What does that suppose to mean?" Alex thought as he felt a tingle in his crotch area. When he looked down, he notice the waist band of his pantyhose seemed to disappear into his skin. "What this?"

She turned back to the computer screen. You should now start to feel the process take over you. You love writing TG stories. You will now be living your last one. I hope you don't mind since as a former man myself, I wish to help others in need of my process.

"This can't be happening!" Alex cried out in joy as he ran his now delicately shaped and polished fingers over his lower body. His lower had maintained the feel of wearing nylons though he now found himself bare skin from the waist down. He poked his new pussy with his finger and found that it was indeed a real woman's vagina.

The new Alice stood up with a smile and went to the closet to pick out a beautiful bare midriff tank top and the shortest mini skirt she had own but didn't have the figure to wear. They went good with a pair of pink thongs that had a two inch heel on them. She noticed one final E-mail message that brought a smile to her face as she started off on her new life.

I sent an e-mail to both your folks and the dean of the college's computer. You will have no problem with either of them explaining your new over night looks. Maybe my technique can even bring out the beauty of the facially challenge and large bone women as well. Even though I help my sisters for free is no reason not to make a profit off what I can do.

 

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