Well Endowed

by Jennifer White

  

I was tired of being teased by the other boys at school. I just hated gym class. They would see how small I was, and make fun of me. Boys of that age are merciless, and it went on every day. So what if I was a little smaller than the others? They always said that size doesn't matter. But that didn't stop them from grilling me. I hated it.

It was summer vacation now, and I wished that there was some way that I could change things so that when I went back to school, the guys would be envious of me. But there isn't anything you can do about what nature gives you.

In late August, I spent a week up north with my uncle and aunt. I went hiking in the woods with my cousin Jeremy.

"Charlie, whatever you do, don't go past the old oak tree in that field past the pond" he said.

"Why? They shoot trespassers?"

"Worse. They say a witch lives there. The locals avoid it, and I don't want to argue with them."

"Come on! I'm not 10 years old! I don't believe in all that!"

"Me neither, but they really seem scared of something. My theory is that someone really bad lives there, and the use the witch story to scare us from investigating."

 

A witch? What if it was true? I knew that witches have powers to do unnatural things. What if she could help me? I decided that I had to find out.

* * *

 

Two nights later, it was cloudless, with a full moon. In the country, the stars are so bright that it doesn't seem as dark as you might think. And with a full moon, the paths were lit well enough that I didn't really need my flashlight.

But when I got near the pond, it started to get really foggy, and I couldn't see very well. So I had to use my flashlight. The dead tress in the woods started to look really spooky, with their bare limbs pointing up to the sky. I was covered with mist and fog now, and hoped that I was still on the right path. I was really freaked out and scared whenever I heard a rustling in the woods. There were all sorts of deer, raccoons, and other animals. Each snap of a twig made me almost jump!

The woods got very dense, and it was very dark. Being on a strange trail deep in the woods was scary enough for a city boy. But thinking that there was supposed to be a real witch here? That made it a hundred times more tense. I considered going back, but I kept moving forward. I felt like I was being watched, which made me even more uneasy.

In the distance, I could make out the warm glow of a light. I crept forward to investigate. As I got nearer, I saw that it was a simple house, well kept, and plainly decorated. There were flowers and plants all around. I realized that I was standing in an herb garden, from the strong smells all around me. I didn't recognize what herb it was that had such a strong smell, but as I breathed it in, I realized that it was making me feel very sleepy. I hurried forward, to get away from it, but I realized that my feet felt like lead now, and I could barely move them. I tried to yell, but my voice didn't work. I got dizzy, and started to fall to the ground.

* * *

 

When I woke up, I was inside the house. A kindly looking old woman was knitting in a rocking chair.

"Ah, you're up. You are lucky that I found you. Ten minutes longer, and I would have had a new scarecrow for the garden" she said.

"What?"

"That garden is protected to keep people and animals out of it. You were well on your way, turning into a scarecrow, as a warning to others. But I saved you, and you are all right now."

"So it's true?" I asked, hardly able to believe that there really could be a witch.

"Ah yes, the rumors. Yes, I am what you would call a 'witch', although I haven't like that term for many years. But people just can't get past that label. Please, call me Agnes."

"Agnes." I said.

"Now what is it that brings a young man such as yourself all the way out through the haunted woods on a night like this?"

"Haunted?"

"Yes. Restless spirits live there. They are mostly harmless, but they love to play pranks on people. You think you tripped on a tree root, but it was them. Or a branch falls right next to you, scaring the daylights out of you. Things like that."

"Oh. I thought I was being watched."

"You were! You are very observant."

"Thank you Agnes" I said.

"Now tell me, why are you here?"

I wanted to tell her, but I was embarrassed. How could I tell a kindly little old lady that I was too small between my legs? But I couldn't stop now. Not after coming this far.

"I um....you see...it's the boys at school.....they um...tease me."

"About what?"

"My size."

"You are tall for your age" she said.

"Not that size. This on, here" I said, pointing between my legs.

"That size doesn't matter" she said, shaking her head.

"Yes it does! I hate it how they're all bigger than I am, and how they all make fun of me. I can't take another year of school, going through all of that again!"

"And you want me to help you?"

"Yes. I want to be well endowed. I want for all of the guys to admire me. I want to be the most popular one in my class."

"Son, you should not meddle with what nature has given you. It is there for a reason."

"Please help me! I am desperate."

She stared at me for the longest time, then finally spoke.

"I have a way I can make you 'well endowed'. If you do as I say, not only will you be well endowed, but you will be the biggest in all of your class. All of the boys will look at you, and admire you. You will become the most popular student in all of your school."

"Yes! That's exactly what I want!" I said.

"But be warned! When magic is used for personal gain, it will not turn out quite like you expect. We witches have a bad reputation in some quarters, but it is really magic itself, not us that is to blame. You will gain what you seek, but if you are not careful, it will not be quite what you think."

"I am not afraid. I've come all this way. I want this. I *need* this."

"Very well" she sighed. "Do not say that you were not warned. This will take a few moments to prepare."

Agnes went to the back room, and I heard the clinking of glass, the sound of a spoon mixing something in a glass bowl, and whispered incantations of Agnes, in some foreign language.

In a few minutes, she returned, holding a small jar. She took the top off to show me a white cream.

"Take this with you. Apply it between your legs every night until you have used the entire supply. The next morning, you will wake up transformed, you wish granted."

I was determined to go through with it.

"You must promise me something before I give this to you" she said.

"What is that?"

"First of all, do not tell anyone about me. I have worked very hard to gain my privacy here. If you tell everyone that I'm really a nice old lady, they'll all come here, and bother me."

"I promise, I won't tell a soul" I replied.

"And one last word of warning. When you apply this cream, you must not think of girls."

"Why is that?"

"Remember how I told you that when you use magic for personal gain, it can turn around on you? If you are increasing your size to impress girls, that will have a different impact on the magic, then if you are doing it only for self defense."

"I will be careful" I said. I put the small jar into my pocket, and thanked her profusely.

"This is William. He will guide you down an easier path than the one you took to come here" she said, pointing to a black cat. The cat meowed, then went to the door. "Stay behind him. Do not stray. I think your misadventure in the herb garden should be ample warning not to go where you do not belong."

"Yes Agnes. Thank you again. I will never forget you."

"No you won't" she said, as she closed the door behind me.

 

I followed the cat down the main path. Suddenly, he turned left into what looked like a mass of tall weeds. I followed him, and found myself on a sandy path, which was hidden from the main road. This path bypassed the spooky woods, and let me out close to the old oak tree. The cat meowed, then turned back, running towards the house.

I felt my pocket to make sure I had the jar, and continued on back to my uncle & aunt's place.

* * *

 

I could hardly wait until bed that night. They grilled me about where I had been.

"I like walking in the country. I wanted to try it at night."

"There are places you could be lost, like in the woods. And it is more dangerous at night" said my aunt.

"Oh Mildred, he's a boy! I wandered these woods at night when I was young, and I never got into any trouble."

"But you knew to make sure you avoided..."

"The witch?" I said.

They stared at me.

"Jeremy told me the stories. I kept clear of there. I don't believe in witches, but there must be something bad that they want to scare little kids away from there."

"That's right, you don't go there, you hear me?" said my uncle in a forceful tone.

"Promise me you won't go back there" said my aunt.

"I agree" I said. I wasn't lying or anything; I had been there but I wasn't planning on going back any time soon!

 

Finally, I got to go to bed. When I was younger, I had shared a little room with Jeremy. But now that his sister, my cousin Lisa, was off to college, I had a bedroom all to myself. I took off all of my clothes, put a towel on the bed in case I spilled any of the cream, laid down, and started to rub it all over myself, between my legs. Just like she told me to.

It made me feel *really* good as it soaked it. I had a tingling feeling down there, a wonderful sense of excitement. It wasn't too different from what I felt just before I made myself climax, when I was alone in my room, thinking of the girls at school.

I couldn't wait to be bigger. The guys would all be jealous. And when I got a little older, and started having sex with the girls, my bigger size would be a bonus. I thought of Deana, and how I loved staring at her breasts under her tight T-shirts that she liked to wear. I hoped that she would feel the same when she saw the large bulge between my legs.

* * *

 

I looked in the morning at the jar of cream. It looked like there would be enough for two more nights of applying it. I looked at myself in the morning as I showered, to see if there was any difference in size, but there wasn't.

I couldn't get it off of my mind all day, and I was very eager for bedtime. But the day dragged on, as summer days in August can do. Sweltering heat, no air moving, and even the threat of an afternoon thunderstorm seemed promising, to get a break in the weather. But as soon as the rain moved off, it became even more humid and stifling.

When I finally got to bed, I turned on the fan in the window, and sat naked covered with sweat. I again used the towel to make sure the sheets didn't get any cream on them, and applied to myself. Just as last night, I felt the rush between my legs as I got stimulated, and grew bigger. I kept rubbing it in, and looked at myself fascinated at the size of the thing between my legs. I had never really looked deeply at it, thinking it gross. But it was so fascinating to watch, as it grew in size, right in my hand. It wasn't bad to look at after all.

I wondered what Deana would think of it. I could picture the outfit she wore when I saw her before I left. She had on this short skirt, that barely covered her panties. I got a glimpse of them when she sat down and crossed her legs in that way that drove me wild. She had been wearing a cutoff top, that exposed her bare midriff. Because it was cut off to high, it wasn't touching her skin in the front; her large breasts pushed out from her chest, so there was a gap, where you could look up under her shirt, and see her bra holding her marvelous breasts. I longed to touch them, and feel them.

As I thought of her, while rubbing myself excitedly, I ejaculated. I was lucky that I had the towel to clean it up with! I really came a lot, so I was fortunate that I didn't get the bed all dirty.

* * *

 

The next day was more of the same, boredom, tedium. Playing games with Jeremy just didn't seem very appealing, nor did hiking, fishing, or the things I usually did. I was so bored, that I offered to help aunt Mildred prepare dinner. I peeled the potatoes, chopped the celery, set the table, and even helped with the cleanup afterwards.

After dinner, we watched a movie that aunt Mildred had rented, a musical called 'South Pacific'. Jeremy thought it was boring, but I kind of liked it. We sat around playing cards until it got late. I was usually really good at outthinking Jeremy, but I couldn't seem to keep track of the hands as well as usual. But a couple of times, I just had a feeling about something. The first few times, I didn't go with my feeling, and I lost. But then when I decided 'what the heck', and did what my feelings told me to, I started winning!

"You're so lucky" said Jeremy.

"Was it luck, or superior skill?" I replied.

"Now boys, it's late, you had better be off to bed. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

We brushed our teeth, and went up to bed. I got another towel out of the linen closet, just in case for tonight. Before I laid down, I looked around the room a bit. The white lace curtains were fluttering in the breeze. Lisa had left many pictures on her dresser, along with stuffed animals, and jewelry she no longer wore. I opened the closet, and looked at my clothes hanging there, next to the clothes she had left behind. I dug through them, looking at the skirts, dresses, and exciting girl's clothes. I felt myself get really aroused, so I stripped, and hurried onto the bed.

I got out the jar, and applied the remainder of the cream. I felt the exciting tingle as I rubbed it in. I imagined Deana again, and felt the waves of pleasure build up as got more and more aroused. I imagined having sex with her, and having her tell me how well endowed I was.

Just like last night, I came in my own hand, and had to use the towel to clean it all up. I was going to put on my boxers for the night, but I looked at Lisa's dresser, and I wondered something. I opened up one of the drawers, and my heart raced when I looked down and saw it was full of panties. I had just imagined how I got to peak at Deana's panties, and just the thought of them made me tingle all over. I picked up a pair of them, and put them on the bed.

I also thought of the glimpses I had of Deana's bra, and how they drove me wild. I put one of Lisa's bras on the bed too. I imagined that it was full with female flesh, supporting and cupping a girl's breasts. Then I went to the closet, and pulled out a skirt and a blouse. I laid them on the bed as well.

As I stared at the panties, I felt compelled to touch them. They were so soft and silky. I loved how they felt, as opposed to my cotton boxers. I wondered what I would feel like, if they were gently caressing my skin, instead of the boxers. I stepped into them, and gasped at the soothing feeling that swept over me. It was like when I climaxed, something that strong.

That made me want to try on the bra, which I had to fumble with. I couldn't get it on right, so I spun it so that the back was at my front. Then I put the little hooks into the little things, spun it back the right way, and pulled the straps over my shoulders.

Again, it felt so wonderful on me! I never thought of trying on girl's clothes before. But this was so exciting! It was both dangerous and new. I wanted to keep going! I put the top on, wondering how a girl could go around with something that covered so little of her! It felt so small and skimpy. I stepped into the skirt, and admired myself in the mirror. Not half bad.

Now I felt even closer to Deana, because I had dressed myself up like her. I laid down on the bed, spread my legs wide, and started to rub myself between my legs. I grabbed for the towel, right before I came. I was so tired! I fell asleep without even taking off the girl's clothes!

* * *

 

In the morning, I woke up refreshed from my sleep. I pulled back the covers, and I was embarrassed to see that I was still wearing a skirt! It had seemed like such a good idea last night, but in the light of day, I felt very silly.

I took off the skirt, and put it back carefully on the hanger, so it wouldn't get wrinkled. Then I took off the top, and hung it up carefully too. I pulled the panties off, and folded them neatly so I could put them back in the drawer. The I reached behind me to unhook the bra strap.

I got it off easily, and took it off too. As it came off, I felt the weight of my breasts pull on my chest, now that they were no longer supported by the wide straps.

Breasts? Me?

I rushed to the mirror, and looked. I had to cover my mouth, so I didn't scream.

In the mirror, the image staring back was no longer me.

It was someone else.

A girl.

 

I touched myself all over, and could not believe it was real. But it was. Somehow, I was a girl now! No! It can't be! I looked in the mirror between my legs. I was expecting to be big there, but now I had nothing. Nothing but what a girl has down there. The thing that had excited me, enticed me, lured me, and attracted me for the past few years. The thing that made me do whatever my girlfriend wanted for her. A pussy.

Impossible! But as I touched it, I realized that it *was* real. I *was* a girl now.

"I'm a girl" I whispered, expecting to hear my own voice. But instead, I heard the soft cooing of a young girl. I was reeling. "I'm a girl" I whispered again.

Seeing a naked girl in the mirror before me made me embarrassed, so I turned away. But no matter which way I moved, I couldn't escape it. The very act of breathing felt different. I felt like I was going to cry.

I dressed myself up in Lisa's prettiest clothes, and felt the wondrous sensations of being wrapped in a flowing dress for the first time. It was a yellow sundress, and it showed off both my legs, and my large breasts. I used a strapless pushup bra, not that I needed any help impressing anyone with my generous chest.

I put on some sensible shoes, and went down the steps. I expected to be grilled by everyone asking who I was, but I was very surprised when my Aunt spoke.

"Why Cheri, you're just lovely today."

Me? Cheri? It was like they already knew who I was, and that I was a girl. It was strange how Jeremy ignored me. He wasn't interested in some stupid girl who was his cousin. He was too young to care much for girls yet.

I felt uncomfortable when my uncle didn't look me in the eye, but rather, in the chest. Is that how men always looked at girls? It made me feel horrible! I'm a person! Look at me up here, not down there! I felt so out of place. I felt like I had such huge curves, and that everyone was staring at me.

I didn't have much appetite, so I only at a small egg white only omelet.

"I want to walk through the meadow today" I said.

"Don't forget your sun hat. You have such fair skin Cheri."

I thanked her, and put on the wide brimmed hat. I started walking down the lane, and I admired all of the wildflowers on the side of the road. It was funny how I had walked this exact path a hundred times, but never really saw them before. I guess that you sense things different when you're a girl.

With each step, I could feel myself under my dress. The way I moved! The way my legs worked differently! The way I flowed gracefully! The way I felt my breasts bounce on my chest! It was all new and alien feeling. But it was also exciting. I was prettier than even Deana! I couldn't wait to talk to her once I got home.

But I wanted to go home as me! When I got near the old oak tree, I found the path which the black cat had led me down. I followed it until I reached the main road, then I headed towards the house. I found Agnes out in her garden, picking some of her herbs.

"Be a dear and hold this for me" she said, handing me a bucket which was full of their leaves. I held it and waited patiently as she pulled several small pods off a plant's stalk. She put them in the bucket, then invited me into the house.

"Would you like some tea dear?" she said. I accepted, and sat there daintily sipping the tea with her.

"So, you didn't listen, did you?" she said.

"To what?"

"I specifically said not to think of girls when you applied your cream. I can see that your favorite girl must be very pretty, if you turned out so feminine and attractive yourself."

"Deana is very foxy" I said, still not used to my high pitched wavering voice. It was so soft! So feminine! So much not me!

"Ah, another animal reference. Such are men, as you will come to learn."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking another sip of the tea.

"The magic has worked on you, and you have been transformed. But because you did not follow the directions exactly, the magic turned on you, and made you something different than what you imagined. Now there is nothing I can do. I can undo a spell which I cast, but not if the magic has changed it to something different. No my dear sweet girl, I am afraid that you are stuck like that."

"For the rest of my life?" I said, gasping for air.

"Forever. You are a girl now, and there is nothing you can do to change it."

I started to cry.

"But you said that even if the magic turned, I would still get what I asked for."

"And so you did. You said you wanted to be well endowed. You are! Its just now where you expected. Its on your chest. You are as well endowed as any young woman, and you might even grow larger as you mature."

I cupped my hands over my boobs. They were so big! I really was well endowed.

"And you wanted to be admired by all of the boys. Believe me dear, the will admire you greatly when they see you. Every single one of them will want you. Even the girls will all admire you. You will get exactly what you wanted."

"But that's not what I wanted!"

"Yes it is. And last, you wanted to be the most popular one in your class. And so you shall be. Every boy will want you, and they will always be after you. You will be the most popular girl with them. And because of that, all the girls will want to hang out with you too. You will get asked to become a cheerleader. You will be crowned as prom queen, and homecoming queen. You will be by far the most popular one in all your school."

"No!" I cried.

"I'm afraid that it is true. You are a girl now Cheri. You had better get used to it."

"How could I ever get used to this?" I said.

"It will take time. But do something for me tonight. When you are alone, and in bed, think of your former manhood, which you held in your hands. Think of it growing. Then touch yourself. Don't be afraid, just let it flow. Once you've had an orgasm as a female, I think you will find it much easier to adjust to your new *permanent* gender."

"I can't do that!" I said.

"Then wait until you're kissing a boy. Let the feelings flow. Let yourself be a girl inside, to match what you are physically now."

"I'm not kissing any boys! I love Deana!"

"See if she wants you, but I doubt it. You must go now Cheri. Please, enjoy life! You are such a pretty girl! I would hate to see you cry. You will find peace, happiness, and love. All you have to do is accept who you are now!"

 

I left feeling sad, but with a grain of hope. She said I would find love and happiness some day. But I was stuck as a girl now! For the rest of my life! I didn't know what to do.

I started walking home, and the warm sunshine on my made me feel better. I picked some daisies beside the road, and decided to bring them home for aunt Mildred. Before long, I found myself skipping down the road, happy to be alive. I felt so pretty! I felt so feminine! I was a girl now. Now and forever.

"I wonder if Deana will lend me that shirt of hers?" I thought as I turned towards the driveway. "I would love to see how I look in her skirt too. I would get some boys to look at me for sure!"

The thought of boys made my heart skip a beat. I felt myself getting wet inside. My hormones were raging, and I was eager to explore my new body. I went up to my room, locked the door, spread out on the bed, and prepared to make myself come for the first time as a girl.

I thought of my former body part, just as Agnes had suggested. I got wetter and wetter as I imagined it penetrating me. By the time I climaxed, I knew what I wanted now. And I knew that I was glad to be a girl. Watch out boys, there would be a new girl in school this year....

  

  

  

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