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It had been at least 20 minutes since those nice women at the front
ushered me into the waiting room. What can I say? I was waiting...I
pulled the crumpled flyer I got in the mail out of my pocket and gave it
another quick glance. I had read the damn thing a hundred times but the
concept never really sunk into my head:
"Tired of female oppression? Don't you wish you were one of us? The
Department of Gender Relocation is offering full body conv..."
"Mr. Antwon Sinskey, we are ready for you," a cute nurse motioned to me.
Other men in the waiting room looked at me with worried expressions as I
walked toward the nurse's motioning hand.
My mind was racing, I didn't really know what I was getting myself into.
I had read the damn flyer a hundred times but never really grasped this
whole "nanobot" nonsense; it's probably more feminine propaganda. So why
was I here?
The room I stepped into was a dramatic change from the previous one, pink
walls replaced the white, the smell of rubber and chemicals was replaced
by a flowery potpourri scent, and women replaced my male companions.
"I see a little bit of worry on your face, Mr. Sinskey," a female doctor
said to me, "the process is painless and you will be out of here in no
time." As she said this, one of her assistants was spreading bright blue
lipstick all over her plump lips. Before I could utter a retort, the
blue-lipped vixen gave me a full-bodied smack on the kisser. Shock,
bewilderment, but mostly exhaustion overcame me as the anesthesia-laced
lipstick seeped into my blood stream and knocked me out cold.
I was awake, but in my own room? I recall going to do that gender
thing...I grabbed at my penis; it was still there. I crawled out of bed
and walked over to my computer to check the news, a habitual act I did
without even thinking. The usual headlines for the day, "New Food
Additive discovered," "Feminine agenda influx, masculinity at all time
low throughout United States," "Satellite crashes on cow."
My tummy was grumbling; I really couldn't recall the last time I had
eaten. My fridge was stocked with the usual: bacon, eggs, milk, fruit.
As I reached for the bacon, I was overcome by a strange sense that I
should instead go for the fruit. In fact, I had a strange urge to eat
really healthy that day. I mean, I could afford to go on a little bit of
a diet. The apple tasted really, really good as I crunched into it.
Apparently, today was Saturday, so I had an entire day to kill. I jumped
into my car and drove around the block, at lost of what to do. I called
up my on again/off again girlfriend.
"Let's go to the mall, I need to pick up the cutest little thing,"
Stephie said.
"Ugh, you know how much I hate that place," I said.
"But I haven't seen you in, like, forever Antwwwooonnnn," she said. I
love when she does that.
"Fine, fine, but I won't go into that one store, you know the on-"
"Victoria's Secret? I know how it makes you nervous my little Antwon."
After waiting outside her apartment complex for a good twenty minutes, I
finally saw that cute little body wriggle down the stairs. Something was
off however, as I didn't think about her cute little body at all as she
came bouncing over to the passenger side of the vehicle. I was looking
at her new shoes, they were bright red and VERY cool.
"I love your new shoes, Steph!" I said.
"Oh you're such a dork, guys don't care about that sorta stuff," she
said.
The mall was packed, but I wasn't getting as frustrated as I usually did.
I kind of liked having other people there to share in.....this
experience....what was I thinking?
"Hey Antwon, I'm going to go head over to your favorite place,
Victoria's Sssseeecccrreeetttt," Stephie said, "you can go wait for me at
Sharper Image, I know how you like sitting in those massage chairs."
My mind was in a daze as I sauntered over to my supposed favorite store
in the mall. I slumped into the biggest and most expensive chair I could
find to go over my thoughts, but I grew really bored very quickly. I
walked over to the newest clock radio they had on display but that really
didn't spark my interest at all. What the hell is happening to me? I
wandered over next store to H&M, which sells a wide variety of men and
women's clothing. I walked amongst the aisles of clothing until I came
upon some really cool looking jeans. I curiously flipped through the
selection, looking for my size. Zero, one, two, three, five.....what the
hell does that mean? I glanced upwards to find a sign with "Women's
Section" hanging over where I was standing.
I had to get out of here, this place was driving me insane. I ran into
Victoria's Secret, desperately trying to find Stephie. Damnit, she
wasn't anywhere to be seen, she must in the changing room. I hung out at
the front of the store, where I noticed a rotating display for a new type
of bra. The woman wearing the bra looked very comfortable, apparently
the new design was completely wireless and strap free. I grinned at the
ad, ‘well that sounds nice,' I thought. A sudden rush of warmth
overwhelmed me and I felt instantly calmer. I walked over to the display
and felt the bra's fabric, it was amazing.
"Did you get the new completely wireless and strap free bra?" I asked
Stephie as she walked over to me carrying a shopping bag.
"As a matter of fact I did," she said, "why would you care?"
"No reason at all, are you hungry?"
"Yeah, I was thinking of some vegetables over rice at the Chinese place,
you can get the orange chicken," she said.
"Nah, that vegetable thing sounds pretty good," I said.
The delicious veggies were still settling in my stomach as I headed to
the bathroom. For some reason I felt safer in a stall instead of a
urinal, so I slammed the door behind me a dropped my pants. I grabbed my
penis and almost collapsed in sheer satisfaction. The little piece of
meat protruding from the lower half of my stomach and right above my
testicles was incredibly sensitive. My knees buckled the moment I poked
at it. It kind of looked wrinkly, as if it was folding inwards somehow.
I couldn't stop touching it, damnit it was addicting. I knew I wouldn't
get anywhere like this, so I decided to rub on out right there in a
shopping mall bathroom stall. The feeling was electrifying as I rubbed
my hand up and down over the top of my dick. My other hand seemed to
have a mind of it's own, moving up and down over my noticeably thinner
stomach and upwards toward my chest. I hit a landmine right in my nipple
area. An explosion of feeling surged throughout my body, from the area
right behind my eyes down to my toes. My feet wriggled as I continued to
rub my newly sensitive nipples. They seemed a little larger as well. A
strange thought was forming in the back of my head, it almost felt like a
miniature storm brewing inside me. The more I concentrated on it, the
larger it seemed to get. I rubbed my penis and nipples with more
intensity, the feeling was overwhelming. The storm was enormous, it
consumed me. I screamed in the most incredible orgasm of my entire life.
I screamed again and again as more and more miniature storms formed in
the distance.
I opened my eyes, out of breath and expecting a handful of semen.
Nothing, there was absolutely nothing in my hand. As much as that
worried me, my mind was still recovering from the best thing that had
ever happened to me, so I wasn't too scared. As I walked out of the
bathroom, with stupid smile plastered across my face, I saw Stephie in
the distance tapping her foot.
"Did you fall in?" she asked.
"I am really, really sorry I took so long. I will make it up to you, I
could carry your shopping bag or your purse for you," I said.
"Well, ummm, if you want to carry my purse that would great, my shoulder
has been killing me."
The moment the strap of the bag hit my shoulder, I felt more complete.
It felt really good. "Let's get out of here, my love," I whispered to
Stephie.
Tonight was going to be great, a full night of sex with Stephie. When we
got inside her apartment we immediately locked lips. Her hands probed my
entire body, feeling me everywhere. After a few minutes she tore herself
away: "You....I am sorry...this might sound weird, but I feel like I am
making out with my old girlfriend."
"I....what?" I said.
"Take off your clothes, I want to see something." I never turn down a
direct order from a woman to do that. I quickly stripped down to my
boxers. Stephie brought me over to her full-body mirror and grabbed at
my chest.
"What have you been eating, Antwon?" she said, "your chest is kinda
squishy."
"A lot of health food recently," I said.
"And your hips," she said while running her hands over my hourglass
figure, "they are so curvy." I shrugged. "Even your lips are bigger."
"I really don't know what you are talking about," I said.
"Here, let me show you," she said, reaching for her makeup bag. She
pulled out a tube of lipstick, opened it, and spread the pasty red
substance over my soft lips.
"See? They are bigger!" Stephie said in such excitement as if she was
slowly solving a puzzle.
"That is quite stra-ainge," my voice cracked to a higher octave. She dug
into her Victoria's Secret bag and produced her new strapless bra.
"Here, put this on real quick, I want to see something else." I slipped
the silky fabric over my bare chest, the two heavy lumps in front of me
fit perfectly into the bra. It felt amazing. My sensitive nipples
rubbed against the inside of the bra, making them as hard as pencil
erasers.
"Ooohh you sure look cute with that on, my little Antwon!" Stephie said
as she grabbed at my breasts and rubbed them together, creating a nice
line of cleavage. She let go and took her shirt off.
"Bra pals!" she giggled. She grabbed my hands and we jumped up and down,
letting gravity toss are sensitive breasts up and down.
"Hehe this is fun!" I cooed. My voice was higher than hers.
"Ooh oooh, take off your boxers, let's check up on your little friends."
I slipped my underwear down, my little friends seemed to have run out on
me. "Well, well Antwoni that won't do at all!" Stephie bounced over to
her dresser and pulled out a pair of orange panties with a colorful
pattern on the back. I put them on without a single order. I looked
down to see a completely smooth surface between my legs. Stephie reached
down and rubbed her hand on my crotch, "Perfectly round!"
She continued to move her hand back and forth over my vagina, bringing
back the intense sensation from the earlier bathroom escapades. Suddenly
she stopped, "no no this won't do," she said, "that leg hair is way too
rough Antwoni!"
We both giggled and gossiped about the latest political resurgence by the
males as she moved her pink razor down my legs, removing the scented foam
she sprayed on them before. Pretty soon my legs were as smooth as cream
and we made our way back into the bedroom. Stephie rubbed her hand from
my ankle up to crotch. "That's much better!" All of a sudden she threw
me down on the bed and held my down my wrists. I used to be stronger
than her, but now she was in control.
Stephie moved down to my panties and slowly pulled them down. The smooth
cotton against my freshly shaven legs almost sent me into multiple
orgasms. She proceeded to stick her tongue into my clitoris, spinning it
in every direction and moving in and out. There really aren't any words
to describe the ecstasy I was feeling at this point. Five, four, three,
two, one, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH YYYESS!" I screamed at the top
of my girly voice. I wriggled around amongst the sheets, I was in total
euphoria.
Before I could return the favor, Stephie turned out the lights and got
into bed with me. I unsnapped the bra and threw it across the room. I
moved up next to Stephie, wrapping my arms around her waist and bunching
my legs into my stomach. "Tommorow is Sunday, my little Antwoni, do you
know what that means?"
"Mmmmm nope, Steph," I sighed.
"Shopping for you," she said.
"Ooooo yay," I giggled.
"There are few skirts you MUST try on, they would really accentuate your
beautiful hips."
"I can't wait! I love you Steph!"
"I love you too, Antwoni"