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Transitions, Ch. 2, I know. Where’s chapter 1, right?
This is a follow up to ‘Phun with Pharmaceuticals’. It will stand alone, but it might help a little if you had some background on Transitions technology. Besides, PwP has some really hot sex in it, so be your own judge.
We’ve gone forward to where the Transitions technology is more common and taken a slight detour into the world of ‘what if it were abused?’
Still a happy ending, and everyone is over eighteen. I hope you enjoy the story. Please drop a comment when you’re done.
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Nondescript as boxes go. Whoever sent it had addressed it to me, Maximillian Xavier Remington III. My full name. Not Xavier or Javi, which is what my family and friends called me, but my full name. I could almost count the number of people outside my family and close friends that knew my first name was Maximillian on one hand.
There was no return address, of course. That would have been gauche or possibly too telling. Just a simple cardboard box.
My pocketknife made quick work on the packing tape as I opened the top to find a mass of chiffon wrapping paper in various pink and purple hues.
Slowly, I moved the chiffon out of the way, uncovering the disturbingly interesting contents underneath. First were a garter belt, black with six straps and red lace trim, and ultra sheer, seemed thigh-high stockings.
Another layer of chiffon, this time bright red, covered matching bra and panties almost the same shade as the paper, both very lacy.
Underneath the lingerie was a simple white blouse with a black skirt, a black purse, and a pair of simple black pumps with probably three or four-inch heels. Next to the heels were fake boobs in a box. The label said ‘SRG Lifestyles.’ ‘Transition: Phase IV – Enhanced.’ The box was white and the letters simple black block text. Clinical was the word that came to my mind. Whatever. At least they weren’t monstrously huge.
Yeah, I was more worried about the size of the fake breasts in the box than the fact that someone had sent them to me in the first place.
An envelope hid under the fake tits. Inside was a business card for what I assumed was a day spa. I had driven past the address a few times before. It just had that look. Written on the back of the business card was a date and time: Saturday morning. Ten O’clock. With the card was a handwritten note: “Maxi, have fun.” My unknown benefactor signed the note with three X’s.
Nobody called me Maxi.
“I’m ordering Chinese. You want in? What the hell?” My roommate, Steve, barged into my room to find me staring at what I had laid out on my bed. “You switching teams or something?”
“Nah. Someone sent it to me.” I handed him the note. My mind was still in a daze.
“So, you’re Maxi now, huh?” He nudged me and laughed.
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” I wasn’t even paying attention to Steve. “This makes no sense. Why would someone, anyone, send me all this stuff?”
“Maybe they see your inner pretty boy or something.” Steve was no help.
What bothered me more was that I was equal parts confused and enthralled by the lacy delights spread across my bed. I reached out and picked up the garter belt, running the delicate fabric through my fingers.
“Wait, Javi, you’re considering it, aren’t you?” Steve wasn’t teasing anymore.
“I don’t really know. Zoe wore stuff like this sometimes and it was hot as fuck. We used to joke about me finding out what it felt like. I guess I’m a little curious, but come on; I’d look stupid.”
“Maybe not. With your legs and ass, you might look pretty hot, and those are tits in the box, right?”
“Yeah, fuck you, too.” I laughed and grabbed the note back from him, reading it again. ‘Have fun…’ What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“You put that stuff on; maybe you’ll get the chance.”
“Yeah, I’ll pass. Order me some Orange Chicken. I’ll be out as soon as I put this stuff back in the box.”
“You sure you don’t want to try it on? Seriously, I’d bet you’d be hot as hell.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I was only half lying. My masculinity was on the line. If I admitted to Steve, I was thinking about it, even a little, I’d never live it down.
I put the box on the shelf in my closet, but that simple note; ‘Have fun,’ stuck in my head like a bad song. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. At least once, sometimes twice a day, I pulled the box out of my closet and laid the contents out on my bed. My mind swam with images of what I might look like. Was Steve right? Would I be hot? I even took the boobs out of their box and held them against my chest for a moment. My skin tingled at their touch.
Underneath the fake boobs, I found two little pouches, like the wet naps you get at a sports bar when you order wings, and a small pamphlet with simple instructions.
Shave application area completely and clean skin with preparatory wipes before applying forms.
For best results, wear with a bra until forms have adhered completely, usually one to two hours.
Sounded erzurum escort simple enough. There was more text and a diagram as I unfolded the paper, but I didn’t bother to read it, so it didn’t register that there were no instructions for removal. I figured the wipes would clean off any residual body oil, allowing the sticky adhesive on the back to adhere to my skin more effectively. If I only knew how right I was.
Friday night, a massive storm tore through the area. The electricity went out, the barbeque we were supposed to go to got canceled, Steve and I were stuck in our apartment in the dark with nothing to do. We lit some candles and teased each other about how romantic it was.
“You still got that box?”
“Yeah. It’s in my closet.” I knew exactly where this was going, and I was just bored enough to go along with it. Maybe. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I’m just bored as shit. Just thought it might be something fun to do, seeing you all dressed up in that outfit with those fake boobs.”
“Yeah, well, why don’t you go put them on, then?”
“Really Javi? I’m six inches taller than you and outweigh you by a hundred pounds. There’s no way anything in that box will fit me. Besides, you know you want to.” He laughed. “And you got any other ideas?”
Maybe he knew or maybe he didn’t, but that box had been eating at my soul ever since I opened it. ‘Have fun.’ That note had been ringing in my ear for just as long.
Something inside me had wanted to see myself in the lingerie, had wondered how I’d look with boobs in that skirt with that tight top. I knew I had the legs for the heels. I’d tried on a pair of Zoe’s once on a lark.
“Sure. Why the hell not?” I got up and headed to my room to take a shower and shave my chest. Hell, I might as well do my legs, too. When I got out of the shower, I was baby smooth from my nose down.
I had watched Zoe get dressed so many times that I knew the routine. Garter belt first, then the stockings. Damn, nylon gliding up freshly shaved legs was erotic. I almost had to go jerk off just to get them on. Fastening the clips was a slight challenge, but I got it done. When I pulled the lacy thong up into place, well, jerking off became mandatory. I lasted all of two minutes before I spewed thick sticky mess all over the tissue and my hand. I could say I didn’t want to waste any more toilet paper or that going to the kitchen for a paper towel was too inconvenient. The fact was, I kind of wanted to lick the mess off my fingers. So, I did.
I wiped my chest with the wipes, noticing a tingling sensation. It was probably just the alcohol on my freshly shaved chest. My nipples seemed to be especially sensitive to it, which I guess made sense. Using the pictures on the pamphlet as a guide, I positioned the forms on my chest, noticing how they seemed to almost suck themselves into position. I could adjust them a little, but whatever the adhesive was didn’t allow for much else.
Hooking a bra behind my back took a few tries, but I got it done, nestling the forms into place, and finally looking at myself in the mirror. Steve had been right. I looked hot as fuck, and damn, those fake tits looked so real. All I had to do was brush my hair around my face and play with the position of my cock a little, and I looked like a girl.
How could I resist? I reached up and fondled my new tits, squeezing them gently and moaning as a strange warmth ran through my body. Fuck me, what were these things? The nipples on the forms were more sensitive than my real ones. The skin on my arms and legs tingled. I felt something in my crotch. Damn, I was moaning, and it was just from putting on the lingerie. Well, the lingerie and the boobs.
The blouse was a simple short-sleeve button up. It buttoned from the wrong side, but that wasn’t a surprise considering everything else. The skirt was shorter than I thought, barely covering the tops of my stockings by an inch or two. When I zipped it up the side, it hugged my hips like someone made it for me.
As if on cue, when I stepped into the heels, the lights came back on. Standing there looking back at me in the mirror on my closet door was a woman, a very sexy, very confused woman.
Who knew me well enough to get my sizes so right? Who would want to see me dressed like this? What was up with the spa in the morning? Most importantly of all, as aroused as I felt, why wasn’t my cock even trying to get hard?
“You ok in there?” Steve knocked on the door.
“Yeah, I guess so. Come on in.” I bit my lip and turned to face the door as he opened it. Steve just stared, his mouth half open. The words he was going to say caught on his tongue.
“Well?”
“I… I… Uh… I don’t know what to say. You’re gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, and you don’t even have makeup on.” It didn’t help that Steve adjusted his cock in his pants while he ogled me.
“Who would have thought, right?”
“Somebody did.” He shook his head and laughed. “Damn, esat escort Javi. I have to admit, I thought this whole thing was a joke, but damn, someone knew.”
“So, what next?” Part of me wanted to strip and rip the fake boobs from my chest. Another part was alive, relishing the feeling of being the woman she had seen in the mirror. On a razor’s edge, I shifted from one foot to the other as I waited for Steve’s response.
“Uh, dinner? We could go down the street for pizza or something. It’s Friday. They’re open late.”
“You mean leave the apartment? Me like this, out there.”
“Javi, look at yourself again. You look totally different with your hair down and those boobs, especially dressed like that. And I can see it in your eyes, you want to. Besides, it will be good practice for going to the spa tomorrow morning.”
“You really think it will be, ok?” It never occurred to me I hadn’t shown him the business card for the spa or mentioned the date and time on the back.
“Yeah, I do. Look. You’re my friend, my roommate. I’d never do anything to hurt you. Come on. It will be fun, an adventure.”
“Steve…” My reticence was waning.
“Maxi…” he cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. “You know you want to.”
Dammit, he had to call me Maxi. “OK. Let’s go before I change my mind.” With a mix of exhilaration and abject fear, I threw my phone, wallet, and keys into the purse I had left lying on my bed and followed Steve out the door.
The rain had stopped, and the walk was only a few blocks. The entire world smelled fresh and new. Thunder still rumbled in the distance and there was a crispness in the air that added to the excitement. That intense rush of warmth that had flooded my body earlier was fading, leaving a subtle tingling feeling in my chest and my crotch. This time I noticed. I was getting horny, and my cock wasn’t responding. Something down there wanted some attention, though.
Maybe a dozen or so brave souls had ventured out after the storm. Steve and I found a table off to the side where we could talk about what was going on, but where we would be inconspicuous to the other diners. Unfortunately, our table was in direct line of sight of the door to the restrooms.
“Steve, oh my god. How are you? How’s Javi? Who’s your friend?” It was Zoe. She gave me the biggest smile I’d ever seen.
“Um good. I’m good, Javi’s good. This is his cousin Maxi. She’s visiting for the weekend. Javi’s studying, so we came out for pizza so we wouldn’t bother him.”
“Well, listen, I don’t want to interrupt, so I’ll leave you guys alone. Maxi, nice to meet you. I’m Zoe. I used to date your cousin.”
“He mentioned you once or twice.” Shit, I didn’t even try to disguise my voice. Surely, she knew it was me.
“Yeah, it didn’t end well. My fault, not his. I let him get too close and I got scared. Besides, I wasn’t sure I was what he wanted anyway, so…Tell him I said hi if you want to.”
“Sure.” I gave her a weak smile. She smiled at Steve and went to join her friends. Her word choice hit me as I watched her walk away. ‘What he wanted,’ not who, what. What the hell did that mean and what had I ever done to let her think I didn’t want her?
Our sex life had been amazing. She’d taught me all kinds of things; how to go down on a woman and make her scream, how to pace myself so I lasted longer. Stuff like that. She could suck my cock for an hour and not let me cum. When she did, it was usually with a finger or two up my ass pressing on my prostate.
The last few times we were together, she’d brought a strap on into the bedroom. She wanted me to DP her, the strap on in her pussy and my cock in her ass. Yeah, she’d even let me fuck her in the ass. When she was exhausted, we collapsed next to each other. She asked me to clean off the dildo with my mouth. I’d tasted her before dozens of times, and I agreed. Having a fake cock in my mouth wasn’t that bad as long as it tasted like her.
When she had recovered, she put it on and fucked me as hard as I’d fucked her. I came twice while she was doing it. That wasn’t bad either. I thought everything was great, but one day, she stopped answering my texts and calls. Until tonight, I hadn’t seen her since our last night together.
“Javi, you, OK?” Steve calling me Javi, brought me out of the funk I’d slipped into. “I don’t think she recognized you. That should tell you something.”
“Yeah, I was just remembering. I guess it helps that it wasn’t my fault she left me. I wish I knew what it was, though.”
“Maybe you’ll find out one day. So, Zoe didn’t recognize you. Nobody’s head exploded when we came in. How do you feel about Maxi?”
“Apprehensive, confused. None of this makes sense. I thought I’d look like a clown when I started getting dressed, and I look like this. How insane is that? To top it off, I like the way I feel, I like the way I look dressed like this. The spa tomorrow; I’m looking forward to seeing how I look with makeup, assuming they do esenler escort makeovers and stuff.”
The waitress dropped off our pizza, and we ate and talked about what was going on. Mostly, Steve was supportive of whatever I decided, and I was thinking the truth was I needed to see how deep this went more than I wanted to. Whatever was going on, whatever I decided, could change my life in so many ways.
Something changed in the way Steve was talking to me about halfway through the pizza. We were both on our second beer. Maybe we were just relaxing, but he started getting a little flirty, suggestive even. What was more interesting was that I was responding the same way. The dynamic shifted. Suddenly, we were on a date, not just roommates, hanging out.
I was laughing at his jokes and playing with my hair, smiling, and blushing as he continued to flirt. I felt different, saw him differently. Even his scent affected me in a way I’d never felt. I was squirming in my seat, clenching the muscles in my crotch, rubbing my thighs together. It hit me like a hammer. I wanted Steve to fuck me.
“Um, I need to go to the little girls’ room.” Flustered, I half ran across the restaurant to the restrooms. Hiking my skirt and pulling my panties down, I locked myself in a stall. Sitting down, I let my hand wander between my legs, half expecting an erection I somehow knew wasn’t there.
Fondling the flaccid remnants of my manhood, I cried as my thumb caressed my glans and my fingers squeezed and stroked the soft tissue. Finally, soft tremors rippled through me, and a warm pool of sticky liquid filled my hand. I inspected the meager results of my small orgasm, and without a thought, licked my hand clean.
“Maxi, are you ok in there? Steve asked me to check. You’ve been in here a while.” It was Zoe.
“No.” I whimpered. “I don’t know.” I was still sniffling. The realization that this was so much more than clothes and fake boobs had sunk in. The boobs weren’t fake anymore. I didn’t understand how or why, but they were a part of me now, they were as real as If I’d grown up a girl. What was left of my cock was a fraction of the size it had been. My testicles had shriveled and pulled up inside me as if they’d never dropped.
I’d put those fake boobs on a little after six. It was now midnight. Whatever was happening to me was happening fast. Maybe I should have read more than the application instructions for the boobs. Maybe I should have done a lot of things.
“Come out and wash your face. Tell me what’s going on.”
“K.” I sniffled again, pulling up my panties and fixing my skirt as I opened the door and moved to the sink. “Zoe, it’s me, Javi. I think I made a terrible mistake.” I told her about the strange package and the ‘fake’ boobs that now weren’t.
“They were in a box a few hours ago and they’re like a part of me now.” I had unbuttoned my blouse and let her see my breasts, “and my cock, Zoe, my cock is gone. It’s just a little stub. How does this happen? This shouldn’t be possible.”
“But they’re really nice titties, and they look good on you. You make a beautiful girl.” She was trying to help. I knew that, and I knew she was right, but I started crying again, anyway.
“My parents will disown me.” I pulled free from her hug and looked into her eyes.
“Javi, from what you’ve told me, they already have. You said your grandfather set up your trust, right? You’re almost twenty-one. They can’t touch it. Is that really what you’re worried about? When was the last time you heard from them, anyway?”
“But… I’m not a girl.” I whimpered.
“Kinda looks like you are to me. Is it really so bad? I mean, look at yourself. If I’m honest, I always thought you’d make a good girl. You were a lot better with your mouth that you ever were with your cock.”
“Ouch. Thanks for the confidence boost.” The way she said it, that smirk on her face, I had to laugh. She had worked with me for our entire relationship, helping me figure out how to get her to orgasm. My mouth and tongue had always been the go-to, even after I’d fucked her with my cock. And she was right. The mere hours I’d been a girl hadn’t been that bad. In fact, I had liked just about everything about it, so far. Well, other than whatever was happening to my cock. I’d grown rather fond of him over the past twenty years.
“Lemons, lemonade.” She smiled at me and brushed my hair from my face. “Come on, Steve’s worried about you.”
I washed my face again and fixed my clothes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew Zoe was right. I did make a good girl. My new tits were nice. Steve had said I was gorgeous.
“I think I want to let Steve fuck me.” I bit my lip and looked at Zoe as she reached for the door.
“Well, we already know you like it, so what’s the problem?”
“What if it messes everything up? He’s a good friend and a great roommate.” I grabbed her arm before she could open the door.
“Then what makes you think he wouldn’t make a wonderful boyfriend?”
“I never thought of any of this, much less having a boyfriend. I don’t even understand how it’s happening. These boobs were in a box this afternoon when I got home from school. Now they’re real. They’re a part of me.” Saying it again didn’t make it any easier.
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