"Oh darlin' this feels lovely. I feel so alive an'...Hey...can ya hear me in 'ere?" a soft melodic voice coos inside my head, the gentle drawl of their words pleasantly rousing me from my dazed state.
"I....I hear you" I croak softly, my voice sounding like a hoarse replica of the one inside my head.
"Oh thank God, 'ere I was worried ya weren't able ta hear me" the voice replies, a sigh of relief echoing out inside my skull.
As I sit in the stall, splayed out naked over the toilet, I slowly begin to shift around. My new body moves awkwardly, the sudden changes only coming to mind as I feel the differences to my own slender form.
With my head still craned back I find my vision obscured by long strands of hair, a thick mane of luscious red locks running down past my shoulders to my middle back and covering my face. I try to remove the hairs with my hand only to find my arms reacting sluggishly as they hand limp at my side.
"Well that ain't right" the voice mutters, obviously feeling my attempts to move.
"You don't say" I groan, pursing my lips as I try to blow the hair off my face. As I purse my lips I pause, running my new tongue across them as I try to map out my new body without seeing it. They feel softer and plumper than my old set, feeling like soft cushions as I run my tongue over them.
"Hey now, I know they're as soft as a Georgia peach but go easy on 'em. We don't want ya chapping them" the voice chides, chuckling a little to itself.
"No licking, got it" I mutter, returning to my feeble attempts to move and to blow my hair from my face.
"Well not 'less you're tryin' ta flirt" the voice quickly replies, laughing in a way that said there was some truth behind her words.
Groaning loudly I drag my torso forwards, slumping over on my seat as my long hair dances around my face and obscures the world even further. I feel a heavy bounce on my chest as I lean over, a sensation pulling me down as I'm forced to strain in an attempt to stay upright.
"Oh there's ma girls!" the voice chirps excitedly.
My jaw drops as I realize for the first time what this meant. The female voice in my head, the weight on my chest. "Wait...this was a girl suit?" I stammer slowly, my mind still trying to piece things together after the violent experience that was putting on the suit.
"Hey now, I'm a woman not a girl" the voice snaps back, huffing in frustration at my implication. " 'Sides, it ain't like you weren't never a...a..." the voice trails off, coming to a realization of its own.
"Oh ma God, you're a man ain't ya?" she asks, a sense of excitement evident in her tone.
"I...yeah...I am...was...you get it" I groan, dragging my heavy limp arms up onto my knees for support as I find myself getting more control over my new form.
"Well ain't that exciting, and ta think you're inside me...not ta say I ain't never had a man inside me...but..." the voice states, trailing off in an embarrassed fashion.
"Name's Kelly McDonald" the voice mutters nervously, trying to change the subject to anything but having men inside her.
"Nice to meet you Kelly, mine's Jordan" I say, wincing as I hear my new sweet voice use my name.
"Pleasure's all mine hon' " Kelly chirps. "Thanks for wakin' me up, it feels soooo good to be whole again" she coos.
Deciding to take a risk I move one of my hands from my knee, my remaining arm shaking as it supports me. I begin to move the gorgeous crimson hair from my vision, allowing me to see the pale body beneath me for the first time.
My vision is immediately filled with the sight of my new breasts, obscuring my vision of my new stomach. My eyes are glued to the large perky pale weights in front of me, subtle blue veins barely being visible beneath my skin.
"Like 'em sweetheart? 36 Double D...Don't worry none, I'll help ya with all that stuff darlin' " Kelly explains, my jaw still agape as I stare at them.
My eyes slowly move up, past my large pink areolas and thick nipples, to my plump thighs. They were pressed together, giving me a better sense of support as I rest my hand on my knee. The soft hairless skin feels so sensitive as they rub together, the plush flesh squishing up as I press them together and release. However, there was a firmness to them as the underlying muscle seemed extremely well developed.
On shaking legs I try to pull myself to my feet, my free hand pressing up against the wall of the stall as I use it for support. My bare slender feet quickly find the cement floor, the course surface making me yelp with surprise as it tickles my extremely ticklish new feet.
As I stand up I feel my unrestrained chest bounce along with a subtler jiggling on my backside. I twist my head over my shoulder, arching my back as I try to see behind me. The sight of my hips only brings one word to mind, child-bearing, as their wideness constantly threatens to bump and knock things around the stall.
My new ass is pert and full. Much like my thighs a gorgeous level of fat, giving it a plush and juicy shape rests above a well-defined musculature below.
"Sweetheart, I love how ya admiring us...but can we do that somewhere less...well 'ere, less 'ere" Kelly asks, growing uncomfortable with being naked in a men's bathroom.
"Oh...uh...sure, just let me get dressed" I stammer, sluggishly grabbing the loose-fitting clothes I had brought from the car.
The XXL shirt easily slips over my head, draping down to my thighs as I tug my long hair through the neck hole. The long sweatpants require a little more work. While they easily stretch up and over my hips I need to wait and roll up the legs to stop them from dragging.
"Fuck...how tall were you?" I ask, finishing up rolling each of the pant legs and trying to slip my smaller feet into my massive size 12 men's shoes.
"Oh 5'9" sugar, taller than most gals" Kelly chirps proudly.
I creak open the stall door, my old clothes bundled up under one arm as I peek outside to make sure the coast is clear. No one appears to be in the restroom, and I can't hear anything but the spitting of rain against the metal roof above.
I slowly pull the stall door in, creeping out around it and freezing on the spot as my eyes land on the large mirror above the sink. I nearly drop my clothes as I stare at my reflection, seeing a...
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