My girlfriend said that we could go shop at the mall, because she needed a few things as well, and the attached supermart was having a sale. We hit the store and I started looking at underwear. For some odd reason, none of the available men’s styles looked comfortable. I mentioned this to my wife, and she said that I had just commented on her panties this morning. Why didn’t I get some for me to wear? I mulled that over for just a split second and agreed. She picked out a few styles and paid. I liked the new and improved girlfriend, but I just couldn’t always remember what we had done the day before. This was a little disconcerting, and I mentioned it to my girlfriend. She just blew it off, saying that that was normal with all the things that were always going on.
We went home, and after a little while I decided to take a nap. I got my mp3 and immediately fell into a deep dream-filled sleep. In it, I was wearing the panties we had just bought, and also a bra, because for some reason I had the most beautiful breasts on my now not so manly chest. I was so turned on that I could almost feel a pair of lips wrapped around my member, giving me a fantastic blowjob. I woke up and my girlfriend was doing exactly that. Wow! I mentioned my dream to my girlfriend, and she said she would love to see what I looked like with breasts.
I agreed, and the next thing you know, we are out shopping form bras. I was amazed to find that I was a 42B, considering that I was always conscious of what I ate and worked out. My girlfriend said it may be because I was in my 40’s and my metabolism must have started slowing down. I didn’t give it a second thought and went back to my routine. Two weeks (and many erotic, weird dreams) later I told my wife that I felt I needed new bras, since the ones I had been wearing had become very tight.
We went shopping again and now I measured a 38C, and I noticed that I had gotten a little smaller in the band but larger in the cup. Hmmm. And back home and another nap. This went on for several months, and always the weird dreams. One morning I asked my girlfriend what was going on, why had my breasts gotten so big? She said a few words that didn’t have anything to do with the conversation, and all of a sudden my memory filled in all the blank spots.
I had been working out to Richard Simmons, wearing a spandex leotard; I’d had my hair styled and dyed a nice chestnut color; I had gotten a manicure and pedicure and had them colored a nice plum; I had quit my job and cashed in my 401k, signing over the money to my wife to invest (and we were now very well off); I had continued to lose size in my chest and waist, but my butt had grown so much that I was now wearing women’s jeans; I had my belly button and my tongue pierced once and my ears 5 times each. On top of that, I had permanent makeup on my eyes and my lips had been injected with filler that plumped them up to look like the perfect hooker lips.
I screamed and ran to look at myself in the mirror. I must have done this a thousand times in the past few weeks and months, but this was the first time it actually registered in my mind. I was now one of those exact same men and sissies that I had been enjoying looking at on the internet. I also noticed some other changes in the house. One of the biggest changes was that there were cameras in every room in the house, and I asked about those. Those, my girlfriend said, were so that all my changes could be watched by subscribers to our new website that showed my feminization over the last few months. It turned out that we had several hundred viewers subscribed to watch how I became more and more feminine. Since I had quit my job, I had hardly left the house, and I had been instructed by my girlfriend, now my life partner, to go around naked so all my changes were clearly visible. I noticed that I now jiggled when I walked, and running without a bra was definitely out of the question.
I unzipped my pants to realize that my penis was completely gone and a vagina was right in its place...