It's Dorothy's fault
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Was chatting with Dorothy over the phone. Something we do almost daily. When a rather innocent comment got my imagination going.
Of course this being bigcloset that little spark got a bit of a twist.
I had had a really long day. It started at 9 this morning with bad coffee, I apparently forgot to remove the old filter and just added new grounds in my sleep not quite awake state. Bad idea.
I spent most of the day outside in this dreary hot humid weather helping a friend pound away replacing his old concrete patio with a new wooden one. We had to break up what was left of the old one first. Haul that to he bin then put down some gravel stuff. Then install new posts into the ground. It was hot sweaty and very dirty work. By the time we called it quits it was dark.
I didn't want to get my car all dirty so I stripped out of my very dirty tshirt and pants and sat in my car with the ac on only in my underwear. I felt way better and suddenly hungry on the way home. I passed a few places not really liking what I saw or wanted and the ones I did want were closed.
The nice thing about warm weather is that the girls are usually out and about in skimpy outfits showing lots of tit and ass. I whistled at a few of course.
A few gave me the finger. I am used to that the one however gave me a bad look said something and dumped some pepper into my face. I guess she never heard of pepper spray. I sneezed a few times and that was it.
I kept driving around and eventually found a A&W Drive thru open where I ordered, or tried to order my usual 2 grandpa burgers with cheeze combos. She kept asking me to confirm and order for a mama burger diet coke and onion rings. So I sat for a bit arguing with her till my order got right. By this time I was hoarse from yelling at the stupid ditz.
Was I upset you bet! When I got to the drive thru window to pick up my order and pay for it I was so gonna give her a piece of my mind!
"Thank you for using A and ..OMG your top slipped down!" she said to me.
Of course I looked down and low and behold I had two rather generious, at least to me, breasts sticking out of my chest. My now completely hairless chest. That wasn't the only thing that changed either. I could tell that in the dim light from the drive thru window.
I laid some rubber for sure as I sped out of there. This couldn't be happening to me! I drove home as fast as I could. Which was a mistake as the cops pulled me over right away. Now driving around in a new black mustang has gotten me pulled over a few times. So being used to the routine I leaned over to the glove compartment to get my registration. I couldn't reach like normal.
I seemed to have shrunk a bit and the darn boobs where in the way. I was of course cursing a blue streak but got the belt undone and got the info out of the glove compartment. Out of curiosity I looked at it to be sure it was current.
Well it was current and up to date... for my father! What the hell I payed for this car myself with all the money I had earned over the last 2 years. I had saved it up and bought the car from the dealer. I was a proud 21 year old guy with his own cool car. Yeah I could have spent it on college or something but I really wanted this car. Now it appears its daddy's car.
Wait a sec. Daddy? Where did that come from?
"Miss your drivers and registration please." It had to be a woman cop.
"uh officer here is my registration but I can't seem to find my purse." Purse? Did I really just say purse I meant to say wallet! Fuck me.
"Step out of the car please." This came from her partner. I was scared and not thinking did as they asked. I stepped out of the car in what appeared to be 2 in strappy heels and a bikini bottom only. How embarresing. The partner searched the car and found a rather skimpy looking denim miniskirt and small red top in the back along with, I assume, my purse. From the purse they pulled out a pink. PINK? wallet.
"Miss Amy Bell. Address 123 west eastwood. Phone 555-555-3412." The cop asked while putting info into a weird Ipad like thing.
"Yes" Well it was my address not my name of Amy though. Wait I meant Amy. No dammit thats wrong.
"You were expeeding the speedlimit in your fathers car while driving around indecent. Come with us please." I was held by the arm while they made sure the car was locked up.
The drive to my parents house was not the greatest thrill in the world trust me. Worse they would not give me anything to wear so I sat back there with the stupid breasts boucing along and getting tickled by my long hair. They stopped behind the house and escorted me to the door. The clothes they found along with the purse in a clear plastic bag.
Our light came on, its not a sense thing you have to flick a switch, and my mom opens the door. She takes one look at me and her eyes close to slits. I have never really been talked down to by my mom before so when she started completely ignoring the cops I was stunned.
"Amy Lynn Bell What it lord almighty have you been doing running around without clothes on that the police have to drag you home? Answer me young lady or so help me.."
She laid into me without pause for about 20 minutes. During that time daddy was given the keys to his car and my bag of clothes.
I never want to see an A&W fast food place again.
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It's Dorothy's fault...again.
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Dorothy and I were once again chatting when a turn of phrase got my muse going.. Well this being Bigcloset and well you know...
We have the Technology.
We can rebuild him.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the press. I welcome you to our new facilty for the rebuilding of victims of accidents.
Today I am going to show you our first victim. Steve Ashton was a pilot who suffered a major crash. Over 20% of his body was burned from the fuel igniting. His arm and both legs were crushed and severed. His pelvis was also crushed at the same time.
In previous cases such as this the victim who maybe live a day or two at most before the body succumbed to the injuries. We were lucky to have a team on standby who could operate and save most of our subjects internal organs including his brain and heart. There was also some damage to the lyranx and throat region.
First we had to clone him some of the missing internal organs as well as a new arm and leg. However we also improved upon the original with some judicious gene splicing.
Really all in all I am quite proud of my teams work.
I give you the worlds first rebuilt man!
"Mr Oldsman that looks like a woman." said the reporter from the new york times.
" I'm sure it just... What the flagnar!"
"Steve? Steve can you hear me?" asked the worried nurse.
"Yes I can hear you why do I feel so strange?"
"You were in a really bad accident. I'm afraid your going to have to get used to a few things."
Sitting up as best I could I looked down at myself and at first I noticed the breasts on my previous flat chest. My hands and arms were definitely feminine as well. A few things... I looked her right in the eyes.
"You think!"
Mr Gary Oldman was pacing back and forth in his office so much the previously plush carpet was starting to look matted. The Doctor in charge of the project one Dr Ruby Welsh stared at the floor in embarrassment.
"You didn't notice that he was male? You didn't... Do you have any idea how much of a laughingstock you made us look with your slight clerical error!"
"I honestly thought she was a girl named Stephanie "Stevie" Ashton. I'm really sorry for the mistake and my staff and I are looking into where the clerical error could have come from. Please sir if you just give us another chance." She creeped out through her tears.
"Another chance you say! Another chance! Oh my god woman do you have any.... nevermind.." still pacing back and forth Mr. Oldman picks up a folder and tosses it to Dr Welsh. "Here see if you can get this one right!"
"Thank you sir! We won't make the same mistake again sir!" With that the slighty cheered up Dr leaves the office. Opening the file the name at the top states James Summerston. Tennis pro. Skydiving accident.
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It's Dorothy's fault...again really
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Hi ladies and erm others? Hard to actually think about what to call those who don't see themselfs as one or the other.. I think too much!.
Anyways Dorothy and myself were, as usual chatting on the phone when... well you know the muse just got wild.
Todd was gonna be so late! He had tried to make sure every scrap of makeup was removed before he had to leave for work but had almost forgotten about the nail polish, or nail varnish if your from england like some of his or rather her friends.
He had been having alot of fun writing and posting stories, usually with some fairy or magic trick turning a boy into a girl or some such thing and then chatting with friends in the chat room. Magic just didn't exist in the real world but in makebelieve it sure did.
He had gotten dressed for work in a hurry clean androgynous shirt, clean black slacks. Socks without holes and his steel reinforced running shoe. The drive was already maddening as he knew that he still had on the panties and camisole he had put on earlier.
He just couldn't bring himself to remove the soft silky lingerie and put on the rough and rather useless mens underwear. He hated that underwear. It was wrong for him to be forced to wear it. Still the drive to work took awhile so he had plenty of time to let his imagination work for him.
During the drive he imagined that his slacks legs fused together and became a modest knee lenght professional business skirt. He almost felt like his socks worked their way up his legs turning into nude pantyhose. It was almost like his butt and hips widened as he shifted in his seat. He could almost feel like his feet became smaller, daintier as his shoes turned into 1 in black pumps.
His imagination continued to work overtime sending him into a cloud of his hearts desire. It was like there was breasts on his chest encased in a tight but comfortable bra. The breasts bouncing and swaying with every little bump of the car.
He felt his work shirt turn into a white polyester blouse with pearl buttons and an open embroidered v neck. It was almost like he could feel his page boy haircut grow longer into a shoulder length bob in a very feminine but professional hairstyle.
Her hand felt a little funny as if they were becoming smaller more delicate and when she looked her oval shaped red fingernails were the same as always. She looked to her side and her purse, matching blazer to her skirt and her handbag with the important files of those she had interviewed were still there.
Stopping at the light before work she checked her makeup in the mirror to make sure it was right.
"Silly me how could I forget my lipstick!"she said to no one in particular. Reaching into her purse she removed her race red lippy and applied a coat with practiced hand. A pucker and lip smash and Dorothy's usual lushes lips were back.
Parking her car in the managers parking spot she opened her door. Being careful to swing her legs sideways and to not hook her hose causing them to ladder up she stepped out gracefully. She walked around to the other side of the car and took out her blazer which she put on. A grab of the purse and the handbag and Ms. Dorothy Bellion, Manager was ready for work at the hospital where she had worked her way up from a lowly personal care assistant to the manager of the care department. All in all she was fairly happy with how her life had progressed.
Looking down in the passenger seat she could see a pair of mens work gloves far to large for her delicate hands. She wondered where they came from and who's they were since the name Todd was written in black marker on the yellow and grey gloves. Dorothy, Dottie to her close friends, walked away from the car after locking it up with the remote. Using her office key, a manager only privelage she sauntered casually up to her office.
In the dark of the little slightly rusty car two lights separated from the broken clock radio and seemed to hover over the gloves.
"Why didn't they change? I had such pretty driving gloves all picked out for her." sounded a tiny girly voice. The voice was upset that something didn't work.
"I'm not sure maybe she didn't feed us enough in her stories?"
The two balls of light seemed to shrug without any bodies and continued to try to see what they could do to help this wonderful woman who had feed them so much with her imagination.
The sun was setting as Dorothy left the building after a long and stressful day of dealing with accountants that couldn't add and upper management that thought they could run her department better than she. Unlocking the door of her new black Dodge Charger R/T she sat down and swung her legs into the car like she had done since she had won the car in the prize contest at the hospital. She reached over for her driving gloves and encountered a pair of mens work gloves.
They were plain yellow and grey leather work gloves with the name Todd written in black marker. Dorothy felt a little eerie as they felt familiar to her somehow. Taking out a pen from her purse Dorothy wrote the name Todd in her own handwriting and then compared the two.
With an audible gasp the writing was an identical match.