A Man's Change
You take off your shirt and eye the lacy bra. "Well, here goes nothing," you say, slipping it on over your chest. As you fumble with the straps, everything above your waist begins to tingle. When you finally get things straight, you notice your chest slowly start to bulge outward. You stare down in confusion as two large boobs grow to perfectly fit the bra.
"What the..." you trail off as you hear a new high pitched voice come from your throat. You turn to look in the mirror, and see your whole torso, arms, and face changing into those of a woman right before your eyes. Soon it is not your face you see, but a woman's face, heavily layered in make up.
"I'm..." you say in a rich feminine voice. The woman you have paritally turned into is gorgeous, like a model. Even as you feel really freaked out, you also feel really turned on for some reason. You look down at your male half and then at the remaining piece of underwear, knowing that it will probably make you a full woman.
"No," you say. "Enough of this!" You take off the bra, waiting to change back... but stay the same. Not even the sight of the topless girl in the mirror can get rid of the panic you feel.
You look back at the slim piece of fabric, wondering whether or not to put it on. On one hand, you stop being a half-female freak, but on the other hand, you lose your manhood...
"What the..." you trail off as you hear a new high pitched voice come from your throat. You turn to look in the mirror, and see your whole torso, arms, and face changing into those of a woman right before your eyes. Soon it is not your face you see, but a woman's face, heavily layered in make up.
"I'm..." you say in a rich feminine voice. The woman you have paritally turned into is gorgeous, like a model. Even as you feel really freaked out, you also feel really turned on for some reason. You look down at your male half and then at the remaining piece of underwear, knowing that it will probably make you a full woman.
"No," you say. "Enough of this!" You take off the bra, waiting to change back... but stay the same. Not even the sight of the topless girl in the mirror can get rid of the panic you feel.
You look back at the slim piece of fabric, wondering whether or not to put it on. On one hand, you stop being a half-female freak, but on the other hand, you lose your manhood...