Feminine Fit
by
Julie D Cole

I must have stayed in the bedroom half an hour or so finding ways to look at myself from different angles. No wonder I was getting stares at the gym with a butt like this filling out my shorts. These jeans fitted perfectly and they looked too good to throw out. What was Sandy playing at?

She was always one for regular culls and giving things to the charity shop. I was a hoarder but even though I was I’d nothing that fitted. Sandy had hardly changed over the years and she was still the tops. I guess she’d aged a bit but haven’t most of us?

I looked at my face. In fact I looked younger and my skin was softer these days and my hair longer since Sandy said it was better that way because of the shape of my face and it suited me. Joanne at work didn’t seem to mind and Jane liked it too so I’d let it grow and just trimmed the ends. I fluffed it a bit and brushed it with a centre parting using Sandy’s hair brush. Funny even my hair seemed softer and finer. It seemed to fall more naturally with a centre parting that enhanced my new more feminine look. I stared at my face. With a bit of work who would be able to tell if I was man or woman. My eyebrows were the only thing that gave me away. Sandy was always wanting to trim them and so was my hairdresser.

My mobile phone went before I had chance to brush it back into my normal style and hold it with gel..

I ran downstairs but I missed the call. It was just a message to call the office.

Somehow then I forgot the need to gel my hair and flicked it back behind my ears whilst I made a coffee. I wanted to sit in the lounge and look at photos on my i-pad that we’d scanned from albums of prints from our early days together. I was quite slim and when I looked closely I realised how effeminate I was on some photographs. Especially with the colours that Sandy used to select and the way I would stand. We could have been two women with a bit of photoshop work and I thought I might play around a bit later to help me relax.

Sandy always knew her best assets and dressed accordingly. She was well stacked in those days much more than now and her legs were long and slim. She was taller than me when she wore heels.

Whilst we didn’t have the same money in those days she could always find a bargain and days she knew how to find things that displayed her assets. When I looked more closely at myself I did look a bit on the young side for Sandy but I was hooked from the moment I saw her sitting on a stool at the bar. There is something about the female shape that appealed to me and now it seemed I had adopted it too.

When I saw her that first time I was mesmerized just like I’d been when I looked over my shoulder into the mirror. I was immediately fascinated and I wanted to touch her. I took my chance and decided to order a round of drinks so I had an excuse to say hello before anybody else. As it turned out she’d been trying to attract attention and had pointed herself in my direction. We often giggled about it because my boss had spotted everything and seen me touch her as I introduced myself and he said she never resisted. I couldn’t recall being so forward at the time and only recalled tapping her slightly. Isn’t it a natural thing to do?

Funny how different I felt now. Gone was the slim hips and small butt. Now I seemed to have a slim waist that was still the same size but I now had curves and shape because of the added inches around my butt. On the other hand over the years and particularly recently Sandy had straightened out so to speak. It was a strange feeling and maybe it wasn’t real. How could I keep my waist yet change shape?

Maybe it was the style of clothes. Modern jeans are cut differently and probably I was just imagining it all. But for some reason I felt OK with it. I might have to keep a low profile for a while in case anybody thought this was an effort to change sex. I don’t know how that would ever go down at work and Sandy would no doubt kick me out.

Now I knew how Sandy must have felt every day as she prepared herself in the mirror and tried different looks. Sometimes I’d get angry at the long wait. I needed to experiment a bit to try to hide the changes so as much as I liked it I felt I needed to be careful.

I didn’t want to leave the mirror. Funny but I wasn’t excited or horny but sort of squishy and nice. I was very restricted anyway because of the tightness around the crutch and I moved my hand to try to find my maleness but it had disappeared and I could easily cup myself with my full hand. My squishy feeling turned to a shiver and back to squishy and then another shiver.

Maybe I should forget trying to recover the male look and maybe I could just stay here all day and enjoy myself and who cares about work or anything else. It was the first time I’d experienced a butterfly tummy and I wanted it to last. Maybe it would never happen again so I wanted to make the best of it. I sat down on the floor and leaned on my elbow peered in the mirror. I adjusted my position so I and found myself searching for my hand and wishing it was Sandy or even someone else. My jeans seemed to fit perfectly and the material was softer and more flexible than mine and especially the ones Sandy had stolen from my wardrobe. Why would she want to wear jeans so course. I didn’t want to take these girly ones off but I felt I ought to change before Sandy came home. What would she say if she saw me like this? I felt like a woman and what would I do if anybody at my office found out? But the jeans fitted and that had been the point of trying them. It was Sandy’s suggestion not mine.

Huh that was me being stupid. How could anybody know or even see me like this? This was only going to be the one time anyway. So that was a good reason to make this last. I lay back on both elbows and then onto my shoulders and arched my back Like Sandy used to do. Even with no hand contact the tightness of jeans was massaging me. Oh I shuddered and the squishy feeling was now getting more intense. I was sure I was damp but I didn’t want to stop. Oh if only I could experience this with Sandy or someone else. I found myself thinking of what it would be like if someone like Stevie at work walked in and lay beside me. Wait Stevie is a man not a woman. What would Sandy think? I was hers not anybody else’s. Was I going crazy Sandy is mine I’m not hers? She might be disgusted with me. Oh who cares, who cares?

I don’t know what had come over me. I was so absorbed I lost track of time. I just wanted to enjoy the experience, the feeling and the image in the mirror. I lost the feeling in my arm with pins and needles so I had no choice but to stand up and try to bring back the feeing. Was that me looking back? What’s happened? This was weird. I had nothing obvious between my legs anymore and my butt was soft and rounded.

I had to drag myself away from looking at myself and eventually after parading around a little I decided I had to go downstairs to make an effort as per Sandy’s instructions. These jeans were so wonderful. They reached they were comfortable and made me feel feminine. I found myself walking on my toes and holding my butt. It was as if I should be wearing heels or a boot rather than being flat footed so I found a pair of Sandy’s mules with a small heel. That seemed so much better and more natural. How come my own jeans had never given me so much pleasure? I even didn’t mind tidying up the house and washing dishes and dusting. It seemed natural.

I took a selfie with my mobile phone. Well quite a few actually. I had changed shape and it must be the effect of the training and maybe something to do with the tablets as well. Perhaps I needed to increase the dosage not reduce it to overcome this change in my appearance or maybe not and just enjoy this experience.

I wasn’t really interested in the exercise bit anyway for some reason, especially when guys started to stare at me and especially at my butt. It was awkward but not so bad really. I was more worried in the shower room and was a bit self -conscious about my shrinking manhood and developing man-boobs so recently I tried to cover up as much as possible. As much as I avoided eye contact with the muscle guys I found myself staring a bit at the other guys who had slighter build and were better looking without the muscular faces. But even they had some muscles. Why wasn’t I like that and how could I walk around nude with so much testerone on display. I wondered what Sandy would think if I was in line up with these guys with her making a choice and felt these days my lost manliness might mean I’d be kicked out.

I decided I needed to have a chat with Jo about it later and to tell her what was happening. I couldn’t not tell her since she worked so close to me. I needed to tell someone and she might help me to understand what might cause these changes and if I could be accepted like this in the office.

I had agreed to do some chores around the house and felt I should stay as I was since this felt more natural. Maybe if I focused on some tougher chores I would be able to stop admiring myself. I needed a top to wear that wouldn’t get soiled so I searched through the discarded clothes in Jo’s cupboard and opted for a top that looked as if it was designed to wear braless. It had a built in bra I suppose and the top was a perfect fit. It lifted me like I guess it was supposed to do and made my flabby chest look like a rounded but smallish pair of breasts. I liked it and sideways on the effect was even better.

My squishy feeling returned and so did my butterfly tum and neither sensation seemed to go. It was amazing and felt as good as any feeling I’d ever had. Much better even than whilst making love when I was in my prime.

I moved to the kitchen to give it the good clean it needed since a lot shows up in daylight. When I finished it looked almost like it did when it was first fitted. Nothing was out of place and I’d even tidied the cupboards. I threw away some out of date things. I knew this would please Sandy. I needed to show I had tried at least and what better way. Looking through the window I saw it was a nice day outside. It was time for another coffee I took it through to the sunroom and decided to turn on the radio and found a music channel. Not a bad choice since it was Amy Winehouse singing. I was moving to the music and swaying the hips that had developed and I looked at the reflection in the glass door. I looked really different. If I’d got longer hair I’d have sworn it was a strange woman in our house.

I stood with my hands on my hips and flipped them over like I’d seen my work colleagues do many times. I mimed to Amy’s song and could feel tears in my eyes when I thought about her. She seemed to be doing so well but obviously everything became too much for her. Tears were rolling down my cheeks yet I never really showed such emotion normally. I searched for a tissue and recovered as the next song started. Maybe I’d put on her DVD since her backing guys always made me smile. It wasn’t as if I had to rush around although I could see a few jobs that needed doing. I jotted a few down on a notepad.

Sandy had left me a message to empty the washing machine that she’d already loaded and set off before she left for work. She asked if I’d check the weather outside and if it was fine to hang out. As I emptied it I realized it was all smalls and delicates. They weren’t exactly small or delicate in fact and if anything they’d be about the right size for me.

I reached to the cupboard for a pair of Sandys rubber gloves and found the wash basket. Just like the jeans the gloves were snug fit and made my hands appear slender. Most women seem to have long fingers but Sandy hadn’t. Mine were similar size and my job was gentle on the hands so they were soft and my fingers seemed to have become slimmer whilst my butt had widened. I guess the tablets were moving body fat around. Wait a minute what rubbish. Why was I thinking like this?

The house phone interrupted my daydreams. It was Sandy checking on me. ‘Yes dear I’ve called in to work. Yes I’m OK. Well they were a bit funny with me. It isn’t fair I never took sick leave before. Joanne was very offhand. ’

‘Yes she is the boss and I know she is a bitch. I can’t face her these days since she picks on me.’
‘I did find myself shaking so I took a long soak and soon I calmed down. I wanted to cry but I hung on.’
‘Well I wasn’t too bad. Apart from a feeling strange and having a butterfly stomach I felt OK.’
‘No it’s not anything I can explain. I just feel different. It’s those damn tablets and I’m going to stop taking them.’
‘Sandy please. If I increase the dose it might cause high blood pressure. There is a warning on the box. Sandy please I can’t it might be dangerous. Can’t we wait until we see what Marie says at the weekend?’
‘I know I can make my own decisions but right now I feel confused. Sandy that’s not fair I am not acting like a girl. I’m trying to be sensible. Please Sandy. I just need to check the website. OK I’ll do as you say. But please don’t be late home I’d like us to talk about it first’
‘Sandy why do you have to go to the gym again tonight. It takes you ages and anyway you went this morning and you don’t have spare training gear. No wonder you are building muscle. I thought we could just take a walk and then have dinner. It would be nice to have chance to talk.’
‘Sandy that’s not fair. I don’t really want to leave the house today. I’m just about to hang out your washing. Couldn’t I just use the drier? OK if you say so but it’s not exactly a man type job hanging out delicates.’
‘ OK I give in. Go if you must and I’ll meet you there but you’d better not be late. I’m not going into the gym if you don’t mind I don’t much feel like it at the moment. Especially late afternoons or in the early evenings.’
‘Simple it’s because there may be some guys who were ogling me or some girls from work there. ‘
‘She probably will but I don’t know. She has been teasing me lately but I just ignored her. She’s a bit wild and tends to prefer female company rather than male so I’m not her type.’
‘What do you mean? She isn’t into men I’ve told you.’
‘OK I’m coming but if you don’t mind I’ll just come back home after I drop off your gear whilst you exercise. ‘
‘ I’ll think about it then but I’m not coming into the gym. I might have a coffee but what if someone sees me? I know but its bad enough realizing I fit your clothes without being seen wearing them. ‘
‘It will take more than that to persuade me. You can wait to see what I look like when you get home can’t you? That’s one of the things we need to discuss. OK I’ll let you both see me. But just this once. This is weird.’
To be continued……….