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Chris to Christine
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Chris to Christine
author unknown
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Chris was just a little late on puberty, being 13 years
old and not experiencing it yet. Consequently, he was a
bit confused about his sexuality. Most of his friends
were already having intercourse with girls at school,
while he still couldnt relate to the fascination of
young girls bodies. He knew he definitely wasnt
turned on by boys bodies... the only thing that ever
gave him an erection was watching his older sister
Janet getting dressed.
It wasnt so much her body that turned him on as the
clothes she wore. Seeing her delicately lift her
pantyhose to the toes of her feet, then slowly,
elegantly sliding them up over her feet, up her legs,
until the waistband hugged her hips and the center
seem kissed her crotch. Observing her hands deftly
strapping a bra around her firm, round breasts.
Watching slim, stocking clad feet slip into bright red
high-heeled shoes. These were the things that aroused
his sexuality.
Chris always wanted to try on her clothes, but his
frame was a little smaller and he knew they wouldnt
fit him nearly as well as they did his sister. Then
one day, something happened. He came across a picture
of himself as a two-year old, with Janet at ten years
old standing near him. His mom had dressed him in a
little blue shirt, but from the waist down he was clad
in bright red tights. They were the same color as the
tights his sister was wearing. All of the sudden Chris
felt his penis stiffen and throb, confusion beginning
to cloud his mind. He had erections before, but this
time it was different. A shiver went up the spine,
heart beats quickened slightly, and a strange
tingling, tight feeling engorged his penis. He stood
up, and hurried off into the attic in a state of
confusion, not knowing what was going on. There were
several dressers in the darkness, lit partially by a
window at the far end of the room. The attic was
spooky without anyone else around--Chris almost never
went up there alone. But something called out in his
subconscious. Look around. Quickly. Open the
drawers. Search.
In about twenty minutes, all of the dresser drawers had
been opened, odd clothes strewn about the floor. Then
something caught Chris eyes. With the bottom drawer
of the big mahogany bureau pulled out, the space
beneath was exposed that revealed a shiny red garment.
He reached in and grabbed it. It was soft, stretchy,
and very slippery. Held at full length, it had the
shape of a body, from neck to toe, with long sleeves
and a small zipper in the back. What was it? Like
tights and a leotard joined together, but no seams
except along the arms and up the inner legs. A full
body unitard. He dropped them. What a strange
feeling! Like doing something wrong, yet so compelled
to indulge.
In a brief moment, Chris had all of his clothes off and
he sat on the cool floor. The air had a slight
chilling effect, causing a tingling sensation across
his skin. The zipper of the unitard slid down easily,
revealing the inviting insides of the lycra garment.
He rolled up the right side and pulled it onto his
right foot, covering the toes the way Janet put on her
pantyhose. Swiftly and eagerly, the spandex slid
upwards, a snug fit to the upper thigh. He repeated
the same with the left side, his crotch throbbing
steadily. Standing up, Chris gave a firm but gentle
tug, and the whole lower half of the unitard covered
him up to his waist, a soft smooth snug feeling all
over. He darted both hands through the arms, reached
behind, and pulled up the zipper. Ohhhh..... The
light from the window danced across his body, and he
could see himself in a mirror on the adjacent wall.
There stood a young boy, clad so snugly in red lycra
from neck to toe. At this point, Chris had trouble
containing himself. Hormones coursed through his
body, tingling sensations shot up the spine, and a
compelling tight feeling surged through his maleness.
How could something feel so good?? Both hands raced
all over, taking in the stretchy smoothness of the
lycra encased about him. He laid down and hugged
himself gently, drenched in ecstasy. Moments passed.
Chris? Oh, Chris! Where are you?
It was his mother calling. Oh no! She couldnt
find him like this. What would she think?? He laid
perfectly still, not to make a noise. Her voice came
closer, approaching. Suddenly, he noticed that the
attic door was slightly open. Certainly that would
lure her to open it further and look inside! Chris??
His mother was only a few feet away now. But
suddenly Chris was distracted. He felt a little odd,
the unitard was slightly tighter around him somehow.
And it got worse. The lycra seemed to have a life of
its own, pulling, stretching, almost seeking to embed
itself in his skin. He wanted to cry out! Chris??
Where are you? Humph! I couldve sworn he came up
here after school.
A hand reached for the door handle, casting a dim
shadow onto the attic floor, right beside a limber leg
completely covered in red lycra. Chris felt hot
flashes waving across his body. He began to shake
slightly, a tight tingling sensation welling deeply in
his penis. He felt like he was going to explode in
sexual fervor, like never before. Thunk! The door
closed. Footsteps walked off, downstairs. His mother
was gone. Shiver! Tremble! He couldnt control his
body. Crotch pulsating, nipples pinching, skin
crawling. As if he had been punched in the stomach,
Chris doubled over and moaned. His voice cracked,
caught between boyhood and puberty, then smoothed with
a feminine sigh.
Something was wrong. It felt as if the nipples on his
chest were swollen. What happened? He reached down
between his legs, hands sliding over the red lycra, to
find that his penis was gone! Small thin lips running
up and down, a small bump on the top that tingled with
a touch, was all that was left. His hands felt
smaller, his legs were thin, feet smaller. He touched
himself more, only to finally realize that he had lost
something--his boyhood. He now had the body of a
girl! Christine, not Chris. Her vagina pulsated,
fresh from the transformation, eager to be loved. In
a confused daze, she slowly brought her hand to it and
stroked softly. Her newfound girlhood called for
more. She pressed firmly between the lips of her
vagina, massaging the clitoris. More, faster, firmly!
Her head turned to the side and she caught sight of
herself in the mirror. In spite of the shock, she
could see how lovely her new body was. Sweet long legs
stretched out to the sides, pretty feet pointed
outward, small breasts with nipples perked tightly.
Her hand rubbed more briskly as her eyes stared back
in anticipation. A quivering began, deep inside, like
she never felt before. Like the rumble of a tidal
wave, pleasure quaked through her body. The red lycra
body danced in the dark, to a tune of a newfound
sexuality. Christine gave out long deep moans with
each repeating orgasm, until she was completely spent,
her love juices darkening the unitard between the legs.
Her heavy breathing relaxed, giving way to slow
soothing sighs. She rested and thought about her new
predicament. What would she do, now that she was no
longer a boy? She giggled, revealing a peaceful
smile. What did it matter? She never felt better
before in her whole life.
FIN
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