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Vic Peltior and her partner only want to get on with their lives. Unfortunately for them, there are people who want them to do -- or be -- something else.
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Stephanie shivers as she rides through the thick snowflakes coming down. The built-in heater in her new outfit is turned up as high as it can go. Because the roads are icy, she has to concentrate on her driving.
As she was passing an alleyway, she spotted a burning car. Looking at it, she thought she saw someone pounding on one of the windows, trying to break out. She turned her motorcycle towards the burning car to check it out.
Alex, a concert pianist, is engaged to Veronica, an up and coming opera singer, who
happens to be the granddaughter of one of the worlds most famous divas. When her
grandmother passes away and leaves her vast Berkshire estate to Veronica, she finds
a storage room with dozens of steamer trunks filled with her grandmother's touring
clothes from forty to sixty years ago, all of which fit Veronica beautifully.
Surprisingly, there are also some clothes that will fit Alex, as well. Alex is
dubious about wearing the clothes, but Veronica's enthusiasm gets the better of him.
A very different premise than my last story, but hopefully you will enjoy it.
"It is okay to cry a little," Mom tells me when she sees me holding
back. "You are a girl now. One of the benefits of being a girl is that you
can show emotion."
A few tears do find their way down my cheeks.
"The only problem with crying" she observes, "is that you have to fix your
makeup afterwards."
She drags me back into the bathroom, where she shows me how to touch up my
makeup from the repair kit found in the purse.
"What's wrong?!?? What's wrong???!? What the hell is wrong with me??!!? Why am I dressed like this?!?? What...What the hell!!" Jessie frantically screamed as he noticed he was wearing a bra...He did manage to pull down the straps and get it off, only to be floored by what he saw...the visual site of two fleshy mounds protruding from his chest!
Jessie was a friend,
Yeah I know he was a good friend of mine.
But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define:
Jessie's turned into a girl and I want to make her mine.
As she's watching me with those eyes,
she could be loving me with that body, I just know it.
Wish I was holding her in my arms late, late at night.
You know, I wish that I had Jessie as a girl,
I wish that she was Jason's girl!
Comment made to The Softening of Jessie Part 39 by Jennifer Brock. Thanks Jennifer! :) (With apologies to Rick Springfield!)
As he looked at himself he remembered at how difficult it was to run earlier. Holy Moly! His ass was huge! He turned and twisted to get a better look, but whichever angle he had ended with, the same result. He had a big butt! Since when did he look like a pear? Hmmm, no wait...it wasn't a pear, he thought. His body reminded him of something else. That's it! An hourglass. He looked more like an hourglass in shape. How odd...he never thought of himself in that way!
He continued to stare, knowing in his gut that something was wrong. He knew that he looked different somehow, but he couldn't make sense of it. Was it his swollen chest? That might be it, but that was only a temporary problem, right? Sure his proportions had changed, but he really didn't have an issue with it, did he? This was getting frustrating. It was like knowing the answer to something and having it on the tip of your tongue, but not being able to remember it.
"Ouch! Try to be gentler," Jessie cried, although he found Scott's touch surprisingly comforting.
"Okay, I'm just rubbing your leg to see if I can lessen the pain. It looks like you may just get a small bruise from this," he replied as he caressed her nylon covered leg. Her soft skin coupled with the silky feeling of the pantyhose was enough to send Scott over the top. "Those pantyhose you have on must be bulletproof! They saved you from any broken bones," he joked.
Just then Jessie realized that this boy had found out that he was wearing pantyhose. What must Scott think of him? Oh crap! The pantyhose were not noticeable from afar but up close they were apparent... especially since Scott was touching them! How was he going to handle this? A boy wearing pantyhose??? What if Scott got the wrong impression that he was gay? Was Scott going to kick his ass or treat him like Jason did?
After a relatively light lunch, Tom asked to take Mima to feed the ducks. I agreed on the condition he wrap her up warmly, it was really cold, a raw penetrating cold. As he left I told him I was going to be busy for an hour or so, and winked at him. His face broke into a broad grin. Stella appeared, lagged to the gills, and went with them, carrying the remains of a stale loaf.
"Wow Jessie, you were such a brave girl! Your earrings look incredible too!"
"Thanks Ashley and I'm sorry for being such a cry baby."
"It's quite alright. First piercings are always rough. You were a brave girl!"
As Ashley paid for the earrings Jessie wandered out of the store in deep thought. Something wasn't right, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. What could it be? He was picking his brain trying to figure out where this deep rooted uncomfortableness came from, when suddenly... WHACK!
Jessie looked at the bra he was given to try out. He liked the color for sure. I mean who doesn't like light pink? He also liked the intricate detail on it...the tiny lace stitching, the flowers sewn into the center, the delicate straps.
He took off his top, then unloosed his bra, leaving his breasts dangling.
"Whoah! You have been eating your Wheaties, haven't you?" Ashley joked as she sat there open-jawed. On Jessie's chest hung two well formed breasts swaying gently as he moved. He must have grown a full cup size since she had seen them last!
Jessie quickly put the bra back on, feeling embarrassed.
I looked at my watch; it was three in the morning. Lying back against the pillows, I wondered what Michelle would think of me. Did she think that my migraine was just an excuse? Had I drunk too much?
As his mother’s ambivalence continues, Jarod remains a boy even as Jane’s modeling career takes on mythic proportions,
forcing this lovely teenager to live a double life with all its complications.
In Jessie's clouded head, he assumed that all these men who were looking him up and down were trying to size him up to kick his ass, since he was with such a pretty girl - a pretty girl they wanted for themselves.
"What are you talking about? I just want to chat with you a bit, if that's cool," the boy explained.
"Really? Yeah, that's cool. I'm surprised you aren't like the rest of the guys in here. They keep looking me up and down like they want to kick my ass or something," Jessie expressed.
"Well, I'm sure they want to do something to you, but you can rest assured that it's not kicking your ass. I apologize for my gender...men can be dogs a lot of the time. I'm Scott by the way."
I lie down
on the double bed that I have been sitting on throughout our long chat. I feel
convinced that I am about to do the right thing. People are depending on me. I
want to see if I can pull this off.
"Okay Mom.
Call in the Wizards. I'll do it." I manage to get out before fading into a
comfortable sleep.
"Now why don't the two of you hug and make-up?" Ashley added.
"No way! I'm not hugging a dude!" Jason adamantly refused.
"Jason, I think you are being silly...I said WHY DON"T YOU TWO HUG?" Ashley firmly asked her brother knowing that she had him under her thumb. She loved seeing him squirm as well.
Jason begrudgingly agreed along with Jessie. The two gave each other a quick hug and that was that. Jessie felt a strange tingle when Jason embraced him. He didn't realize how strong Jason was and found himself blushing a bit. Jason on the other hand could have sworn that his former best friend felt like he had breasts. He had hugged enough girls to cop a feel and was shocked to find that Jessie's body reminded him of a girl's.
Adrenaline surged...daring every sensory organ in my body to absorb the tiniest nuances of my first day out in public dressed as a woman. I touched the velvety skin on my wife's arm. "I'm so lucky!"
"Lucky?" Nicole shook her head in obvious bewilderment. "You've always wanted to be a woman," she had accurately said nearly eight months ago.
Eve, born Evan Nichols, lived a lie for 28 years before finally deciding to do something about it. She knew becoming a woman would cause pain and emotional distress, but you can't prepare for everything...especially not romance.
Danny's Perdition: It’s the 24th century and Danny has discovered that his work for the government has several times condemned people to termination. The newest suspect has been thoroughly transformed by a department called “Visual Perfection,” and now Danny must do his duty, once again. Would traveling across the continent in an antique machine offer a realistic alternative?
Also included A Dollar Short: Tilford has a dead-end job. The idea that someone would offer him a great position seems alien.
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