There has always been a thought in the back of my mind ever since I was a kid and was what I would do if time stopped for a day. Let me explain. What I mean is what if everything around me froze in place while I continued going about my usual day? People would stop walking, cars would stand still at traffic lights, and leaves would float in mid-air, with no wind to give them any direction. This is exactly what happened to me when I woke up that Friday morning.
It seems apocalyptic when you wake up to the deafening silence of a city that has stopped in its tracks. I checked the clock on my phone with the analog clock hanging on the wall to make sure I was correct; time had stood still. The dream that I had last night had come true but now I panicked as I had to face the reality of the situation. Was this a last-person-on-earth sort of situation? How long would time remain frozen like this?
An intruding thought suddenly entered my brain. I remembered the reason I had wanted a day like this to come. A day when I could finally live out my deepest desires without the prying eyes of society on me. I had wanted to wear a pair of women’s tights out in public. Maybe even more than just tights, maybe with a skirt or dress as well, with a pair of sharp heels on my nylon-clad feet. I snapped myself out of the sudden daydream. How could I be thinking about something like that in a time like this? I had to hunker down, gather supplies, and look for others like me unaffected by this temporal anomaly, like I was in some bad sci-fi movie. However, knowing myself and my history with crossdressing in my parent’s home I made a mental agreement to just try it out and get it done in one hour. It was summer, and with the sun approximately frozen at 8:00 am, it was warm enough in the day to just throw on a light jacket over my black t-shirt and jeans. I laced my white sneakers and headed out the door of my apartment.
The local drugstore that sold women’s hosiery was just a few blocks down the major street I lived on. I knew this because I had eyed the section several times before while buying everyday mundane necessities. It was just a five-minute walk away but with no cars moving around on the streets it was even faster today. When I got to the entrance an elderly man had frozen mid-way while opening the front door. I felt a little bad for him but realized that the best thing I could do for him right now was try not to touch him. I tried my best to avoid touching anyone, if time really was frozen, I didn’t want to mess with their positions in any way. Perhaps deep down I was afraid that if I touched them, they would suddenly unfreeze, and I’d be caught red-handed wearing a pair of panties. I suppressed the doubt and quickly carried on with my mission.
The hosiery section of the drugstore was well stocked with tights and stockings of various cheap brands. These were the kinds you replaced on the go. I grabbed a classic smoky black pair of tights and headed out of the store. I was an unimpressive 5’8” so I assumed a medium size would be a good fit. The whole process took more time than I thought, and I was eating up precious minutes within my self-determined one-hour deadline. Not that time was moving at all, but I felt nervous about just holding the pair of packaged tights in public, something that I had never done before up until now. I wasted no time and raided the local department store across the street to get a quick sampling of what I assumed were everyday girl clothes. A matching set of black lace bra and panties, a black long-sleeve sweater, a brown corduroy high-waisted skirt, and a pair of black wedges. Very business chic? I thought to myself. But I decided to not be picky and go with my gut.
I found a vacant changing room in the women’s section of the department store and began my transformation. I shed myself of my male clothes and threw them into a pile on the floor. The bra and panties were first, and I struggled for a few seconds trying to put them on. The price tags were still attached to the clothes, and I tried my best not to snag them on anything and risk damaging the delicate fabric. Once the bra and panties were on, I took a preliminary look at myself in the mirror. The bulge of my crotch hung awkwardly to one side of my body while the straps of the bra dug deep into the skin of my back. While crossdressing always looked a little weird, even I’d have to admit, a grown man wearing clothes clearly not made for himself, a warm feeling of comfort began rising deep within my body and I cracked a brief smile. The first glimpse of happiness all morning.
The black sweater and brown skirt were next, as my feminine outfit became more complete. I put the black sweater on first, glad that the style I picked was intentionally oversized otherwise it would never have fit my body, which while lean was still larger than the women the item of clothing was intended for. The brown skirt was high-waisted, and I blushed as this tube-like piece of clothing snaked its way up more than halfway through my body. I took a deep breath and fastened the buttons of the skirt around my waist, trying my best to attain that feminine V-shaped body outline. It wasn’t much of an outline, but it was the best I could do without asphyxiating my diaphragm I thought.
Then came the moment I had been waiting for all morning, or perhaps all my life long before this strangest of days. I grabbed the plastic package of the tights and began to open it. The packaging was as delicate as the tights inside and it came open with a slight tug. I unfolded the neatly packaged tights and took a moment to examine them. They were a sheer 20 denier which means I could see my manly unmanicured hands through the soft fabric as I brought it up to the light. I then began to put them on by rolling up one leg of the hose into a donut-like shape before feeding my right leg through. I noticed my body had instinctively moved into a very feminine position as the skirt I was wearing restricted my legs from manspreading and I had to sit with them rather close together as if to prevent non-existent perverts from looking up my skirt. Once I got the first leg through the second one followed very naturally. The feeling of nylon brushing upwards against my skin sent chills throughout my whole body. I loved it. I loved it a lot. Once I finished pulling the tights up over my panties and around my waist, I looked at the finished product in the mirror.
A familiar person I had seen many times before in my parent’s house looked back at me in the mirror. A shy and unsure-looking face of a boy, slight stubble, eyebags of regret, and short unkept black hair, all on top of the body of a woman. The clothes had done a lot to mask the brutish outline of my body and make it into something resembling that of a woman’s. I did a few girly spins to get a better glimpse of my legs which had now become a sexy shimmering black thanks to the tights. To complete the outfit, I sat down once again and put the black wedges on my feet which thankfully were large enough. The smile that had tickled my cheeks minutes before had returned, and I took a few shaky yet confident steps in my new footwear before heading out of the changing room.
And then the clock struck twelve.
A morning alarm I had set for 8:00AM went off as I quickly rummaged through my pile of clothes to find my smartphone and turn it off. My face remained in utter shock since my phone had not been working an hour prior, it was frozen like the rest of the world only showing the time at which the anomaly had presumably started. It seemed to be working fine now however as I could unlock it and streams of daily morning notifications poured in.
This couldn’t be happening I thought to myself. Why now of all times? The situation continued to escalate unfavorably as the city roared back to life. Not all at once but in stages. First the sound of wind and the chirp of birds, the sounds of car engines and their low rumbling, and finally the familiar sounds of footsteps and muddled conversations. A sudden flicker of the department store lights seemed to mark the end of the anomaly. I could hear very clearly the chatter of people right outside the changeroom curtain, employees, and a few customers since it was still early in the morning. Since there were not too many people I could quickly change out of the clothes, leave them in the room, and do my best to sneak out of the store. For the tights, since they were taken from another store, I would have to keep them for now.
As I motioned to take off the black sweater, I made eye contact with my reflection in the mirror. I noticed that the spark in my eyes a few moments earlier had dimmed, having come so far yet not being able to take those first few steps out of the changeroom was bittersweet. The boyish face that stared back at me seemed to be pouting almost, like a kid who had just been told he couldn’t have dessert. Maybe it was the feminine attire but at that moment I felt like I had just sentenced someone to be locked away for an indefinite amount of time again. Like I had betrayed and broken a promise with a deep part of myself. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and decided that now was the time. I couldn’t waste an opportunity like this. Once again, I took a few shaky steps toward the changeroom curtain and prepared myself to face the consequences of my actions.
And then the curtain started to open by itself to my disbelief. Someone was already here, and I would be found and caught like a perverted thief in the night. Time then suddenly seemed to slow down once again. I was preparing myself to meet the disgusted face of an employee, but the curtain seemed to never fully open. Had time stopped again I thought to myself. Something felt different this time. Not just in the air around me but in my body too. A tingling sensation starting at the toes of my feet began to spread and move its way up my entire body.
At first, I thought it was just a cramp since I wasn’t used to wearing women’s shoes but as I looked closer at my nylon-clad legs I noticed that they had become thinner, and the weed-like hairs which carpeted them were gone too. The cramped feeling around my feet had disappeared as well. I rummaged my feet around inside the black wedges, and to my surprise, they now fit like a glove. Looking at my legs and feet my brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Not only was the environment affected this time, but I was too. My body seemed to be changing and I didn’t know why or how.
As I continued to follow the strange sensations up my legs and onto my groin and waist, the light tingling feeling quickly gave way to a more intense pulling and pushing of my body. I lifted the hem of the skirt I was wearing to get a better look. My thighs began to ripple and morph right before my very eyes. While I was never the most athletic, any muscle definition I had ebbed away, replaced by a pair of larger, softer, and rounder thighs. At the same time, I could feel the same thing happening to my butt as I could feel it expanding against the sheer fabric of the tights. The panties I was wearing also started to fit better and pull tighter on my newly formed bottom half. I felt an uncomfortable snap as I felt the bones of my hips start to reshape and expand, giving me more of the V-shaped figure I wanted. I glanced down at my bottom half, and then at myself in the mirror, and then back to my body again. There was absolutely no mistaking what was happening to my body at this point. I was turning into a woman.
My attention became focused next on my crotch where I felt the same tingling sensation now permeate my penis and balls. A dark feeling suddenly overcame my mind as I started to imagine what it would be like to pee, have a period, have sex, or even give birth as a woman. What it would be like to become dominated by a man and have his penis inside of me. If things continued to progress this way, I would be able to find out very soon. My penis began throbbing and twitching violently almost appearing to fight against the changes before slowly the bulge underneath the panties started shrinking until it was flat. At that instance, I couldn’t feel my testicles either and I assumed they had faced a similar fate. I could feel my insides reforming and while I couldn’t see what was happening, I now knew that I had a uterus and that my testes must have become ovaries.
The tingling sensation now moved even further up to my torso and arms. I was so busy focusing on my legs that I didn’t realize I had grown shorter. My legs must have stayed around the same length, but my total height must have been no more than 5’ 3” now. In the mirror, I looked scrawny and weak. The muscles from my upper body had disappeared as well, replaced by a much smoother and rounder physique. My skin tone had lightened, almost as if some invisible makeup had been applied to my whole body. Then a strange pressure began building in my chest. It didn’t take me long to figure out what it must have been, but the sensations were completely alien. I pulled the sweater back, so it was taut against my chest, and sure enough two visible small mounds of flesh began to grow and emerge. As my female breasts developed and grew, and pushed up against the bra I was wearing, the new sensations flooding my body became overwhelming and I let out a low pitch yet distinctly feminine moan.
At this point, I was now more female than I was male. My body had become the body of my dreams, and its elegance and femininity were only augmented by the outfit I was wearing which I had to admit looked pretty good on me. If I were still a man, I would totally be attracted to a woman like this. My breasts had settled growing to a C Cup size and together with my relatively slim waist and generous bottom were uncanny in their perfect proportion.
As I stared back at my reflection and looked at the shaking pupils in the mirror, I knew there was one final transformation. The tingling sensation had now reached my neck, face, and head. It was a little irritating as I found it difficult to keep my eyes open while my face felt like it was being tickled as the skull and tissue beneath began to reshape itself. Through my series of rapid blinks and watery eyes, I caught flash frames of what was happening to my face. I saw my sharp jawline begin to recede and round out, giving my face a distinctly feminine and fuller peach shape. My lips grew fuller until they were almost like two small crescent-shaped cushions, while my nose shrank and moved higher, giving my face a smaller appearance. As the tickling sensation subsided and I could open my eyes, I noticed how they too had changed and had grown larger and more almond-shaped. While the changes to my face were wrapping up, I noticed how familiar yet foreign the woman staring back at me was. There was no better way to describe it than I looked like my mom when she was younger.
Something began to tickle the back of my neck as I realized my hair was now growing longer to frame my porcelain doll-like face. Long jets of black hair cascaded down from the top of my head until they reached the tops of my breasts. I now looked completely female, and I made something of an exclamatory noise before I realized my voice had changed as well. I now sounded like a girl too. As I continued observing my new female features in the mirror, something suddenly pinched the bottom tips of my ears. When looked closely in the mirror to investigate I found a pair of earrings hung from my earlobes. My face had been modestly made up as well, with a thin layer of lip gloss accentuating the shape of my mouth even more.
Just as quickly as time had frozen, time seemed to restart once again, as another alarm on my phone went off. I spent a few seconds searching for my jeans which I had left my phone in and my pile of male clothes before I realized that my ringtone was now coming from a black purse in the corner of the room. As I combed through the purse, I not only found my phone but a wallet with a driver’s license that had my new female face decorating the card. Had reality somehow changed so that I had always been a woman I thought to myself. The sounds of the city began to catch up with my flow of time once more and the changeroom curtain finally swung open.
“Oh, sorry about that I didn’t realize there was someone in here.” A young sales clerk calmly says before closing the curtain once again.
I was perplexed. I had somehow in the most bizarre of ways accomplished my goal. I was able to now move around freely in public dressed however I pleased. The price tags of the clothes I had picked out were now gone and I assumed it was the universe’s way of telling me I could go. That I had somehow already purchased the outfit. I sheepishly walked out of the department store, head down with my new long hair covering half my face. I took a seat on a bench outside to get my bearings and rest my legs, purse clutched on top of my lap.
I stuck my feet out like a toddler and stared at my shapely legs which the tights gave a nice sheen in the morning sun. I began thinking about where I could go from here. About whether I was going to change back and if I was living in another cosmic countdown before the next anomaly. How long would I have this time? One hour? Two hours? A day? I clicked the tips of my shoes together and it made a funny sound which I giggled at. I wiggled my toes and felt the thin nylon of the tights shape and reshape around my feet. I felt like I was wearing a big onesie pajama which I giggled a second time at the thought, this time a little louder and more freely. At that moment I realized that I could either worry about what might happen next or I could enjoy my time as a woman. I ultimately chose the latter and with legs close together I stood up, straightened out my skirt, and walked down the street.
I hurriedly rummaged through the deep pockets of my beige coat before pulling out a set of unorganized keys, one of which was supposed to open the door to my apartment. I let out a big sigh as I carried the bags of groceries I had just bought inside before closing the door and slumping to the floor. Being a woman had made me significantly physically weaker than when I was a man, and performing everyday tasks took more energy. Like how every time I needed to use the tallest cabinets in the kitchen, I needed to grab a chair and climb on top of it. After a pause to catch my breath, I removed my brown loafers and headed toward the kitchen to put away the groceries. The fall weather had made the wood laminate floor of my apartment cold to touch and my feet, even though wrapped in a pair of nude tights, remained curled the whole time.
After finishing up in the kitchen, I turned on the lights in my room and was welcomed by what could only be described as a symphony of absolute chaos. Weeks of dirty laundry piled on one side of my bed played in harmonious cadence with panties and bras that hung from my desk and peeked out of drawers. It seemed that the only thing about me that had changed was really my gender. I had been asking myself this question for the past year I have been living as a girl, why didn’t anything else about me change, like where I lived, my age, my race, my personality, or my interests? How could things have played out so similarly? Why hadn’t I turned back into a guy? As I would come to find out those first few weeks after transforming into a girl, life was more or less the same and it was in no rush to provide me any answers to my questions. I didn’t go to the mall with a group of girls or get asked out on dates by guys. I was still very much a homebody who enjoyed gaming and watching long niche-topic podcasts on YouTube. From what I could piece together based on old high school yearbooks and photos on my phone, I was never popular as a girl either.
I brushed the melancholic feelings aside before taking my jacket off and lounging face up on my bed. The white long-sleeved dress and nude tights I had on brushed against the bed sheets in such an elegant way that I felt a little better about myself. Was I doing this whole “woman” thing correctly? I eyed the hot pink bed sheets curled up against my nylon-clad legs. These were one of a few things to change during that day my sex changed. I received very few memories of my life as a girl that day, and I had just been winging it this past year to get by. There were a few situations where my parents and friends would give me disconcerting looks when I couldn’t recall a particular event but for the most part, they didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary. Looking at the pink bed sheets and then doing a quick panorama around my room with my eyes, perhaps there was a girl living here underneath all this. That was when my phone buzzed to life.
Nick Nguyen was a long-time friend of mine who I had grown up living in the same neighborhood with and we hung out a lot as kids. We used to collect and trade Pokémon cards before moving on to Yu-Gi-Oh and then basketball as teens. Even as a girl now, and looking back on past photos, my relationship with Nick appears to be untouched and we still share the same friend groups and general interests. Lately, however, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Nick wanted to be more than just friends. During the few times we had met up this past year he would always offer to give me a ride or pay for my food which I would quickly say no to but sometimes he was overly insistent and I had no choice but to concede. Regardless, we still had good conversations together and it would flow so naturally I’d sometimes forget that my life wasn’t always like this, that I was wearing dresses, and tights and had periods now.
I checked my phone to see who had messaged me and unsurprisingly it was Nick. He usually liked to text me at night when we were both off from work.
“Hey, are you free tomorrow night? I’d love to take you out to this new Japanese place I found! Let’s make it a date!”
I grit my teeth and cursed under my breath in a very unladylike manner. I felt betrayed by the male sex. It seems guys really would just ask girls out on dates even without any indication given that she feels the same way. As a former male, I could understand where he was coming from. Even I must admit to still sometimes being stunned by my beauty in the morning when I see my reflection in the bathroom mirror. At the same time, however, Nick was my friend, and we shared a bromance for most of my life, not a romance. I threw my head back against my pillow in frustration, my long black hair spilling out over the bed in all directions. Perhaps it was the female hormones circulating in my body but to my disbelief, I was genuinely considering going on a date with a man. I realized that I had been so bogged down with work in my office job that I never really considered how I felt about men since becoming a woman. I certainly found men more attractive than before but not to the extent of being in a romantic relationship with one. I spent a good half hour just thinking about what to reply. I gave another look at my pink bed sheets and decided to ultimately give my female life the second chance it deserved. I replied back to Nick with a short yes of an answer to communicate my interest yet not seem overly eager. In any case, tomorrow was going to be interesting I thought to myself, that much was for sure.
The sudden deafening screech of a car horn awoke me from my zombie-like daze. The driver behind me was in a much clearer state of mind than I was while also being an asshole. The clock on the dashboard of my car read 6:25 pm and I had just left work for the day. “Distracting” and “absent-minded” are good terms to describe how my day in the office went. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the date I had agreed to go on with Nick tonight. It was my first as a girl and I didn’t know what to expect. The rush hour traffic did nothing to help but give more time for my restless mind to play out different scenarios about how the evening might go. At the end of all this, I hoped Nick and I could remain friends just as we have been for years. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my cheeks flush red as I thought about what might happen if we became more than friends.
I arrived home in one piece after a stressful drive and got ready for my date. Nick had offered to drive me, and he would be arriving soon at the lobby of my apartment complex. I took a quick shower and contemplated my outfit for the night. Would I wear a dress with heels? Should I wear pantyhose or go bare-legged? How much makeup should I put on? Needless to say, I put more thought into this outfit than any other before since my time as a female. I ended up settling on a casual semi-sheer white blouse with a pair of high-waisted jeans. I thought the outfit was cute yet functional, and that it was conservative enough to not give Nick any wrong ideas. I tied my hair back in a ponytail (something I had learned about a month after my transformation) and applied light natural makeup to my face. Once done I put on my brown loafers and beige jacket before grabbing my purse and heading downstairs to meet Nick who had just arrived.
Standing in the middle of my apartment's ground-floor lobby was Nick dressed like he was the best man at a wedding. His normally curly hair was slicked back into professional lines while his normally scrawny body was made more defined by the navy-blue suit he wore. His normally relaxed demeanor was replaced with a serious and nervous temperament. Nowhere did I see the goofy and nerdy friend that I grew up with.
“Hey! How’s it going? I like the suit.” I stated as I approached where he was standing. I tried my best not to be intimidated by his oozing determination. I could feel he had more than just dinner on his mind.
“Oh, this? This is just what I wear to work, it looks more expensive than it actually is. That’s my philosophy in life, fake it till you make it! OK, how about we get going our reservation is in 15 minutes. You look great by the way!” Adverting his gaze as he finished that last part of his sentence.
My cheeks turned a little red at the sudden uninspired compliment. I tried my best not to become flustered, but I found it very cute and endearing seeing my friend trying his best to act polite and charming. Deep down inside I also enjoyed the attention I was getting.
The car ride to the restaurant was awkward, to say the least. Perhaps both Nick and I were feeling so nervous that we couldn’t communicate and have fun like we usually do. With my purse seated on my lap I found myself clutching it hard like it was a life preserver. If we were having this much turbulence on the car ride to the restaurant, I couldn’t even imagine how I was going to survive the whole night.
If there was any consolation to the evening, it would be the amazing food and design of the Japanese restaurant we ate at. Amazingly carved pieces of salmon and sashimi graced our plates, their color a vibrant pink hue. The charred flavors of the torched sushi topped with a spicy sauce mixed with salmon roe made my already big eyes double in size. If I didn’t have the appetite of a girl, I would have tried everything on the menu.
Nick was able to reserve us a private table which was almost like its own room, being covered on all sides by a curtain. As the night progressed, I was admittedly more focused on the food than I was on Nick, and I noticed the ever-increasing feeling of uncertainty written all over his face. We exchanged pleasant small talk about the food or our work, but I could tell Nick wanted to talk about something else.
And then it happened.
“I like you. I like you a lot.” Nick blurted out of the blue. I almost spat out the Miso soup I was drinking. My eyes visibly widened but I was too embarrassed in the moment to make eye contact with him. Given his behaviour throughout the whole night I can't say I was surprised but it was his innocent tone that threw me off. He sounded like he really meant it.
His declaration of love continued for a few more seconds while I just awkwardly sat frozen, unable to process most of what he was saying but understanding the general gist of his feelings for me. After what must have felt like an eternity he then asked in the most naïve and childlike tone I had ever heard come out of his mouth “So what do you think about me? Would you be my girlfriend?”
My brain must have short-circuited as I struggled to say anything. A million different questions began circling inside my head. Do I tell him the truth about how I am not really the childhood friend he remembers? If I say no to him, could we still be friends? Do I even like guys? Am I a man or a woman? A clear image suddenly formed in my head. It was my lightbulb moment that gave me enough clarity to form my response. The image was of a girl, not just any girl, but of my first love when I was a man. The details of her face were no longer clear in my mind, as the memories of my life as a guy had gradually faded over the months, but I knew more than anything that I had wanted to be on this date with her. Not as a girl and not with Nick.
With my eyes wide open and face redder than the sashimi elegantly plated in front of us, I gathered the courage to finally lock eyes with Nick and yelled a forceful “NO!” The lights suddenly flickered as the room became silent.
Nick’s face visibly became very upset very quickly and I couldn’t help but look away out of guilt. I myself had been on the receiving end of many rejections from girls I had liked in the past, so I sympathized with his pain. He slowly got up from the table and walked out of our booth.
“What the fuck?!” What the hell is going on here?!” I heard Nick scream in a loud yet distraught voice. Fighting to hold back tears that were forming.
I quickly got out of my seat and what I saw was not good. Time had stopped once again.
Time seems to always find a way to freeze in the most inconvenient of moments I thought to myself, unable to comfortably deal with a very distraught Nick and investigate the petrified sushi restaurant concurrently. What was fascinating was that this time I wasn’t alone in my immunity from the temporal anomaly, Nick, although visibly scared and shaken up, walked freely around the restaurant. I was worried however that we both would begin to change as I had into anything the higher powers desired. I had yet to find any rhyme or reason for these occurrences. “Again, why now of all times?” I thought in my head.
After five minutes of waiting and checking the outside street for any activity, I decided it was time to come clean with Nick. However, when I found him sitting down back in the booth, head buried in his hands out of disbelief, he looked visibly different.
His hair, which had been slicked back the whole evening began to uncurl and lose its shape. It even looked to be longer, with strands of hair touching the back of his neck. His frame also looked smaller. While it was hard to make out with his suit on, he now looked more like a teenager who had been asked to try on his dad’s clothes. A sinking feeling began to grow in my mind as these changes felt all too familiar. I asked him to stand up to confirm my suspicions. He obeyed almost too quickly as if he knew something was happening to him and that he needed help.
My face again became one of utter shock. Nick who had been a tall 6’0” before now couldn’t have been an inch or two taller than I was. I wish it had just been his height, but his figure, gestures, and posture became increasingly feminine the longer I looked at him.
“What’s happening to me? When did you get so tall?” Nick finally asked. I felt a sudden moral obligation to give him an answer as I owed him for everything that happened tonight.
“Nick, listen to me. What's going on now happened to me before sometime last year. I woke up and time had suddenly stopped, people were frozen on the street just like now and only I was able to move. But that’s not all. I was originally a guy, and we were friends, but something turned me into a girl, and it’s been months that I’ve been stuck like this.”
It felt inappropriately relieving to finally get that off my chest and tell someone. Although it didn’t appear to register at all as Nick began to act hysterical, pacing back and forth along the length of the restaurant. He walked so far that he was out of my field of vision for a second and then a loud thud echoed across the lifeless restaurant.
I quickly ran to him to check if he was okay and found that the transformation had claimed his feet now too. A pair of black stiletto heels were now affixed to Nick’s feet where his dress shoes had been seconds earlier.
“What the hell is this shit?” He exclaimed grabbing and shaking his foot like a toddler, trying to get the feminine attire off. I was slightly relieved that no ankles had been twisted but my relief quickly turned into horror once again as the changes progressed even further.
A familiar glint caught my eye around Nick’s heeled feet. The white cotton socks he was wearing began to thin out and take on a dark sheen that moved up his thinning legs like a shadow. The navy-blue material of Nick’s suit and pants began to darken until they were as black as the night sky outside. The material had seemingly changed as well, becoming thicker and more elastic as it began pulling tighter against his body, giving me for the first time a good look at his feminizing physique. He seemed to notice it as well as he looked down and found something in between man and woman, flesh and fabric.
“Are you doing this? Please let me go! I don’t want to be a girl!” He pleaded out of sheer desperation. I was shocked by the sudden accusation and didn’t know what to say. Was he right? Had I somehow caused this? What were the odds that I would remain unfrozen again the second time this anomaly had hit? I remembered what I was thinking about just before this started happening. I had wanted to go on a date with a girl I liked in my previous life as a boy. Was reality now adjusting Nick’s gender based on what I wished for at that moment?
A high-pitched scream which was distinctly female now brought my attention back to Nick. Amazingly, his suit jacket had lost its sleeves and had begun to merge with his pants to form one solid article of clothing. Nick’s pant legs began to recede in length and moved further and further up, revealing slim legs encased in sheer black pantyhose. I remained stunned at this whole process as I had never seen clothing magically form and reform like this. Once his shrinking pants had reached the tops of his now plush thighs, they merged at the seam and with his former jacket combined to create what was unmistakably a dress.
While forming, the black dress had bunched up around Nick’s expanding hips and revealed the white lace panties he now wore. My eyes however were immediately drawn to the very visible bulge beneath the panties which began to slowly shrink and disappear without much of a fight. I looked at Nick, but he refused to meet my eyes out of sheer embarrassment while he slowly pulled the hem of his dress down to cover his underwear and the control top of his tights.
As Nick’s transformation neared its conclusion, large breasts erupted from his chest and filled the cups of his black sweetheart neckline dress. His hair, which now touched the tops of his breasts, tied itself into a neat bun, something which I have never had the technique to pull off during my entire time as a girl. Suddenly, as if reacting to a bright light, Nick’s face began to squish and contort into a more feminine shape. I also squinted my eyes, unable to watch as the last vestiges of my friend’s physical identity were erased.
And then silence. When I opened my eyes I found Nick, now very clearly a female, sitting back in the booth once again with her sleek nylon-clad legs crossed in the most feminine manner. That’s when I noticed something was off, her eyes were wide open, but she didn’t blink. I gave a gentle nudge on her shoulder, but she remained stiff. To my amazement, Nick had somehow managed to cross back into the frozen reality where everyone else was, but at the cost of his manhood. I took a closer look at her new face with longing eyes. While my female face shared many similarities with my male counterpart, I saw very little of Nick in this female version of him. Smoky mascara and thick eyelashes accentuated the cat-like eyes of this new Nick. Her thick pillow-like lips bigger than my own were painted a blood red.
Longing eyes began to turn lustful as I realized how attractive Nick had become. It was as if someone knew exactly what my type was, and they were playing a sick joke on both of us. Almost as if bewitched by her beauty and exhausted from the roller coaster of emotions I had just experienced, I suddenly wanted to be with her, with Nick. I brought my head close to hers and tilted it to one side, our faces, an inch apart, before closing my eyes and kissing her on the lips.
Kissing Nick on her petrified lips was a little strange as there was no reciprocity from her end. However, my emotions at that point had hijacked any kind of moral argument I may have been building in my head as I went it for a second kiss, this time deeper and more passionate. My long jet-black hair spilled all over her shoulders and breasts which her dress teasingly exposed.
A sudden tug at my jeans stopped my one-sided make-out session halfway and I opened my eyes. I quickly scanned the restaurant to see if anything had changed but everything still seemed to be on pause, dozens of pieces of sushi floating in mid-air suspended on chopsticks held by hungry customers. The tugging sensation returned and I immediately drew my attention to my feet. The jeans I had been wearing all night had now wrapped their denim fabric around my feet. I took my shoes off to get a better look and to my surprise the pant leg opening had sealed itself, becoming one continuous piece of fabric.
I was in disbelief that the changes were happening to me now after finishing with Nick, although it appeared to affect just my clothes. I watched as my white blouse started to thicken and turn a youthful peach color, the sleeves receding and exposing my hairless porcelain white skin. The buttons on the front began to merge with pink fabric while I felt the cold metal of a zipper form somewhere on my back. I had now found myself wearing a fancy dress very similar to Nick’s. I gasped and felt my breath escape my mouth as the dress finished its transformation by pulling tight against my body.
A sudden shivering in my legs made me realize that I was no longer pants. I glanced downwards and saw my jeans lose their denim blue color before pulling tight against my legs and thinning out into a light brown nylon. I could see my panties beneath the newly formed tights and was surprised to see them different too. Gone were the boring purple cotton panties I had put on this morning; they had now become a racy red and thin see-through pair adorned with lacy trim.
I started to realize that I was being dressed up for this supposed date as well. As my transformation neared its end, I began to worry about what would happen after time unfroze. Looking at the subtle coy smile on Nick’s face I wondered if he would like me retain his memories. If not, what was our relationship as two women like? My hair began to move on its own like Nick’s had, but instead of being tied into a neat bun, they were curled into elegant locks instead. I seemed to have put a lot of effort into this date now with Nick. A tickling sensation ran across my face as heavier makeup was applied on top of what I had started with. A quick lick of my lips and I realized a thick waxy lipstick had been applied too.
A sudden flicker of the lights and the slow crescendo of car engines reanimating outside meant that I was running out of time. The people around me began to move in slow motion as their speed began to catch up to mine. I walked back to my table to finish my meal with Nick before realizing that I was still barefooted. The nylon around my feet wrinkled as I curled my toes in response to the cold tiled floor of the restaurant. I spotted a pair of nude heels where I had left my shoes and I assumed those now belonged to me. Wasting no time, I proficiently snapped them on my feet and sat back down at my table, as if I had been wearing heels my whole life.
“So what do you think? I told you how I feel now what do you feel about me?” The new velvety voice of Nick asked once again.
I was immediately brought back into the moment. The same question asked by two different people of different sexes, but they were also the same person. It was a confusing mess. It was also shocking for me to hear another person’s voice come out of Nick’s body and I stared at her face before giving her my response. Her eyes were fiery and passionate, nothing like the unsure gaze of my former friend and at once I knew she no longer had any memory of her former self. I could feel her dangling her heels underneath the table, her long stockinged legs rubbing against mine in a playful yet sensual manner. The lustful feelings I felt before suddenly reignited in a fiery passion, fueled all the more so by the sexy outfit I now adorned. Throwing all questions and doubts out the window I leaned forward, my breasts hovering just above the table, and gave her a peck on the cheek.