"But but wait I didn't want this!" I explained while looking up. I looked around for Jennifer but she seemed to be gone. I tried to hurry off in the direction I think she was heading but I found I could barely walk at a decent brisk pace let alone run due to the high heel sandles I was now sporting. I quickly decided to take them off maybe I could run barefoot after Jennifer and catch her and ask to reverse whatever it is she did? My new dainty feet burning on the hot summer pavement I run (as best I could in a short skirt) were I thought the strange woman had hurried off to. To be honest I’m not even sure how long I stood there in shock before chasing after her but it was too late, she was nowhere to be seen.
Realizing it would be dangerous to walk around barefoot I walked the two blocks back to the front of the plaza where I had discarded my new footwear. Fortunately, they were still there no one had taken them since my feet couldn’t take much more of the hot asphalt. As I slipped the heels back on, I noticed my toenails were painted in a light pink matching the polish on my fingernails.
I again began to become aware of all the different sensations of my new body. Sure, when I was running trying to find Jennifer, I was aware of my new breasts bouncing in the confines of a bra but I at the time was to focused on not stepping on any broken glass and looking for that woman. Now however I can feel my long silky hair brushing against my shoulders, the feel of my bra rubbing against the fabric of my shirt when I breath and the feel of the sun and a slight breeze on my hairless legs. I could taste and smell lipstick a sensation I’ve only ever had when kissing a woman. The breeze went up my skirt a little and while I usually don’t notice my boxers, I was keenly aware I wasn’t wearing them anymore. I was still too frightened to check but I could tell from the sensations of my panties rubbing against my loins that my once proud dick was no more.
I knew I had to get home to try and figure this out but would my doorman let me into my building? Do I have any ID for this body? I decided to check my wallet. Instinctively I reached for my wallet in my back pocket realizing that skirts don’t have those and I would later come to find my days of having practical pockets have come to an end women’s pockets are either tiny or none excitant. Instead, it just looked like I grabbed my ass in public. “Hey Babe you don’t have to do that yourself, if you want a hand on that sweet ass, I’m your guy” a man yelled from down the street. “Great five minutes and I’m already been catcalled” I thought. I noticed then that I had a backpack on or what is really a purse with removable straps that can be worn like a backpack. Inside I found several female items like makeup and a tampon(yikes) as well as sunglasses and a feminine looking wallet. I found a driver's license in it. It had my same address and last name I checked my left hand briefly and was relieved to not see a wedding ring on it I really don’t want to deal with this new me having a husband or something. My date of birth was different I’m a few years younger now it seems, my first name is also changed Jaylynn. "Wow reality bending magic really creative with the name" I thought as I rolled my eyes.
I decided to try and walk home I wasn’t sure how well I could walk in heels but I would later find that that heel wasn’t that high compared to some of my other shoes. I was able to steady myself enough to not look too awkward. “I hate to see you go but love to watch you leave Babe” The guy from a minute ago getting in one last catcall as I leave.
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ReplyDeleteWOW thanks for the shoutout and special caption Jennifer!
ReplyDeleteI have part 1 of "What To Do Next" not sure how long the rest will be I have a few ideas.
"But but wait I didn't want this!" I explained while looking up. I looked around for Jennifer but she seemed to be gone. I tried to hurry off in the direction I think she was heading but I found I could barely walk at a decent brisk pace let alone run due to the high heel sandles I was now sporting. I quickly decided to take them off maybe I could run barefoot after Jennifer and catch her and ask to reverse whatever it is she did? My new dainty feet burning on the hot summer pavement I run (as best I could in a short skirt) were I thought the strange woman had hurried off to. To be honest I’m not even sure how long I stood there in shock before chasing after her but it was too late, she was nowhere to be seen.
ReplyDeleteRealizing it would be dangerous to walk around barefoot I walked the two blocks back to the front of the plaza where I had discarded my new footwear. Fortunately, they were still there no one had taken them since my feet couldn’t take much more of the hot asphalt. As I slipped the heels back on, I noticed my toenails were painted in a light pink matching the polish on my fingernails.
I again began to become aware of all the different sensations of my new body. Sure, when I was running trying to find Jennifer, I was aware of my new breasts bouncing in the confines of a bra but I at the time was to focused on not stepping on any broken glass and looking for that woman. Now however I can feel my long silky hair brushing against my shoulders, the feel of my bra rubbing against the fabric of my shirt when I breath and the feel of the sun and a slight breeze on my hairless legs. I could taste and smell lipstick a sensation I’ve only ever had when kissing a woman. The breeze went up my skirt a little and while I usually don’t notice my boxers, I was keenly aware I wasn’t wearing them anymore. I was still too frightened to check but I could tell from the sensations of my panties rubbing against my loins that my once proud dick was no more.
I knew I had to get home to try and figure this out but would my doorman let me into my building? Do I have any ID for this body? I decided to check my wallet. Instinctively I reached for my wallet in my back pocket realizing that skirts don’t have those and I would later come to find my days of having practical pockets have come to an end women’s pockets are either tiny or none excitant. Instead, it just looked like I grabbed my ass in public. “Hey Babe you don’t have to do that yourself, if you want a hand on that sweet ass, I’m your guy” a man yelled from down the street. “Great five minutes and I’m already been catcalled” I thought. I noticed then that I had a backpack on or what is really a purse with removable straps that can be worn like a backpack. Inside I found several female items like makeup and a tampon(yikes) as well as sunglasses and a feminine looking wallet. I found a driver's license in it. It had my same address and last name I checked my left hand briefly and was relieved to not see a wedding ring on it I really don’t want to deal with this new me having a husband or something. My date of birth was different I’m a few years younger now it seems, my first name is also changed Jaylynn. "Wow reality bending magic really creative with the name" I thought as I rolled my eyes.
I decided to try and walk home I wasn’t sure how well I could walk in heels but I would later find that that heel wasn’t that high compared to some of my other shoes. I was able to steady myself enough to not look too awkward. “I hate to see you go but love to watch you leave Babe” The guy from a minute ago getting in one last catcall as I leave.
Jay's new body was definitely made for love. At her discretion, of course.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lee! It sure is. You came out pretty damn good looking as well in your cap as well! Jennifer has good tastes.
DeleteI see from yours you already have a boyfriend not sure if I do yet or not?