I’ve always wondered what women’s clothes felt like. The different materials, styles and fabric that seemed so smooth to the touch. Curiousity got the better of me one day as I just had to try it. Just once. I went to this new mall called Terra Greens and dropped into a women’s clothing store. Grabbing a pink dress with black lace trim, I made my way quietly to the dressing rooms making sure no one saw me.
Once I had the dress on, I turned to look at myself in the mirror. I looked stupid, but the soft fabric felt amazing on my hairless body? my arm, leg, chest hair was gone. but how? Thats when I noticed the black lace trim pull the dress in real tight, crushing my waist inwards. The lace straps also began their tight squeeze on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and cringed my teeth as a painful pressure in my back forced me to arch it into a female alignment. My hips followed with loud *pops‘ as I could feel them grow wider. I reopened my eyes to see my reflection changing in the mirror. My arms were now smooth, and slender, as were my legs. I could see the finger nails on my petite delicate hands grow forming a perfectly manicured finish making me smile with delight.
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This dress is turning me into a chick” I said outloud with a hint of worry as my butt settled into its new round female form. My…My…vo..iic…ceee??” I continued as my tone cracked higher. I had to get out of here. Tear the dress off and run before it was too late. I was a
man, not a woman. But a wave of reassurance simply told me “This is who I am”.
All my life I’ve loved women. And now in a short matter of time, I’m going to become one. I could feel the pressure in my breasts push forward slowly filling the cups of this pretty dress. I could see make up appear out of thin air reshaping and feminizlng my face forever. I liked how the shade of make up matched my pretty eyes and long brown hair which seemed to instantly flow from my head. These dangling earings were nice although I usually preferred studs or hoops.
The tugging sensation in my groin told me I was nearing the end of manhood. Which was ok. And as the tugging and pull In my groin came to a stop, I knew I was all women now. I no longer loved women. I loved being a woman. I wanted to be pretty, sexy, girly. But even more so, I wanted a man, I wanted love. And even someday, I want to be a mother.