by D. L. Savage
It was true. Once I’d got past my initial embarrassment, I actually found I preferred wearing the panties and bra – as weird as that might sound. The snugness of the thong, the sheer comfort of it, was something so different to my usual baggy boxer shorts, and as I’d already mentioned, the bra was actually really practical, too.
“I’m really glad,” Morgan smiled. “And this week, I have a little homework for you, too. For a start, I’d like you to continue with the squat exercises. Your body is responding awesomely to them, and I don’t think it will be long before you’ve got a really cute, toned booty.”
“Great,” I grinned, glad to hear that my hard work was already starting to pay off.
“Well, see you next week!” Morgan said, giving me a wave then heading off back to the lobby.
A part of me actually felt sad to see her go, wishing that the session could have gone on a little longer.
I was quickly growing to like her, enjoying spending time with her since I’d started to embrace my ‘feminine’ side. And my initial crush on her seemed to have faded, too; the truth was, I just liked being around her in a friendly sort of way.
I strolled back to the men’s locker rooms, hoping that they’d be empty again, but this time I wasn’t quite so lucky. Because as I turned the corner, I could hear deep masculine mixed in with the hissing sound of showers.
Sure enough, I set eyes on three guys, all naked and soaping their glistening, buff bodies, the suds sliding over their taut pecs and washboard abs, then down between their legs, where their thick meaty dicks hung between their thighs, each one to a man way bigger than me.
I felt a pang of shame and embarrassment, knowing there was no way in hell I was about to strip down in front of these hunks – uncovering my girly underwear and my puny little body. So instead I quickly rushed past the shower block and into the empty dressing area, quickly bundling my baggy sweatpants and t-shirt out of the locker then sitting down on the bench to unlace my shoes and pull them off my sweaty feet.
I knew it was gross to go home without showering, but what else could I do? I felt nervous and ashamed – and I just wanted to get out of that damn locker room as quick as I could, feeling totally out of place there now.
So I peeled off my sweaty yoga pants and vest and then, still wearing my sports bra and thong, I quickly covered my body again with my trust old baggy sweatpants and t-shirt. But whereas before I would have felt glad to put them on, now I kind of hated them – wishing I was still wearing more form-fitting clothes, the kind that accentuated rather than disguised my figure.
With my mind still reeling from these strange new thoughts and feelings, I headed home ...
7
I returned back to my crappy little studio apartment on the outskirts of town just a short bus ride later, letting myself inside then dumping my gym bag full of sweaty clothes on the floor in the hall.
I strode through to the bathroom, figuring it was finally time to have a shower. But as I started to get undressed, I paused – catching sight of myself in the small shaving mirror that stood on the counter.
I hardly even needed a shaving mirror, having so little facial hair to begin with, but it had been a present from my mother when I first moved in. And now it had a different purpose, I realized.
I moved excitedly over to it, angling it so that it reflected my body back at me, and then I did something crazy: I began to perform a little striptease for myself, trying to make my movements as slow and sexy as I possibly could, first tugging my t-shirt up to reveal my slim, toned stomach and then of course the sports bra.
I could feel my sensitive nipples already beginning to ache and stiffen beneath the stretchy spandex, but whereas normally I hated the sensation, tonight I kind of liked it. I even let my hands stray up to them, cupping my little titties through the fabric, just like they were real breasts.
I suppose they were – after all, my condition was a development of real breast tissue, wasn’t it? And as I began to play with my tits, kneading them in slow sensual motions, touching them in a way I’d never really done before, I felt the tingling feelings of horniness swarm inside me.
It was so fucking weird. I’d spent my whole damn life wishing I was some muscle-bound alpha beefcake, when all I wanted to be now was a sexy, slutty ... girl.
I let out a gasp, as I felt my nipples stiffen yet further, pushing against my palms now through the fabric of the bra and I tugged and tweaked at them eagerly until I could feel my tiny little cock growing rock hard between my legs, straining tight at the thong beneath my sweatpants.
I turned around, presenting my pert butt to the mirror, as I inched down the pants, uncovering the hot pink of my panties, totally loving the way the thong framed my ass, which was smooth and round. I arched my back and gave my hips a playful wiggle, watching my cheeks slap together as they jiggled, the soft twin bulges of my balls looking for all the world like two plump, soft pussy lips.
And when I turned around to face the mirror head on, to my delight I saw that my tiny little cock didn’t make much of an impression in the panties. It was too small to even poke out over the top of the waistband, instead remaining snug and tight as the thong hugging firmly against my stomach.
Next I lifted up the bottom of the bra, uncovering my pert little titties inch by inch, my nipples popping free as I peeled up the spandex, standing out in two dark, rock hard points – just like a real girl’s.
Shivering and horny in the bathroom, it was like I’d found myself in some whole new body. Maybe it was something to do with the workouts I’d been doing, the way the exercise had sent the blood pulsing through my veins, or maybe I was just discovering something new about myself.
But either way, that night I felt myself awakening, blossoming, slowly coming to fully understand myself in a way that I never had before – seeing something in me that Morgan had recognized all along.
Because she was right. I was a sexy little sissy, with a cute butt and a slim toned tummy. And the more I danced and gyrated, putting on a show for myself in front of the mirror, finally giving myself up to the swarming tingling sensations of pleasure that flowed through my toned little body, the more I yearned to take my transformation even further, all the way in fact – to really become the slim, sexy girl I just knew dee down I could be.
I gasped again, as I finally let my trembling hand slip between my legs, working my aching little cock through my panties, still so small it felt more like a swollen, hardened clit than a dick, letting my mind spill over with all kinds of naughty, sexy new thoughts.
I remembered what Morgan had said about Brett – how he ‘had the hots’ for me ... Was she just teasing? Or was it really true?
Because in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to turn him on, for my toned little body to get his meaty dick rock hard.
I let the image of his naked body flow once more through my mind; the way his skin had gleamed in the locker room, the way his thick hung cock had dangled between his thighs as he’d dried himself, and I even found myself imagining what it might be like to take him in my mouth, to feel that big dick grow thicker and harder as I wrapped my pretty lips around it and teased it with my tongue ...
All of a sudden, I could feel myself starting to cum, my body tensing and soft feminine sighs escaping my lips as I gave myself up to the sensations, my fingers working my swollen clit through my panties and my hard little nipples aching almost painfully as, with a final gasp and shudder, I felt my panties flood with warm wet goo.
8
For the next few days, I carried on eagerly with Morgan’s homework between my sessions working from home at my tech support job – putting myself through a series of squats and stomach crunches, all the while spurred on by the thought that I was toning up my body and getting my butt even bigger and more pert.
And while I loved the way my body itself was responding, I now found myself longing for more flattering, figure-hugging clothes to wear to accentuate it. There was no washing machine
in my apartment and I still hadn’t quite got enough washing to warrant a trip to the launderette, so my cute thong and sports bra and my sweaty spandex gym clothes were still lying in my washing basket.
By the Saturday morning, I’d become desperate for something more sexy and feminine to wear, so I did the only thing I could think of – taking a trip into the city, with the hope of picking up a few new items.
I’d only moved to this city a few months ago, and still didn’t know many people other than a few work colleagues I’d met on call-out jobs, so I didn’t feel too worried about bumping into anyone who might know me. But even so, I wondered where the hell I could go to get kitted out with some cute feminine items.
As luck would have it, I found a large department store at the mall on Robertson street – which seemed way quieter than the other shops in the district, and as I headed up to the womenswear department, I found to my relief that the floor was almost totally deserted other than a single friendly-looking blonde store assistant who seemed about my own age, roaming around with nothing much to do.
“Hello, miss,” she smiled when she saw me, and at her words I actually felt my heart leap.
Wow! She really thought I was a girl!
But as I took a step closer I saw her face redden and she mumbled, “Oh, sorry sir, I thought you were a girl for a moment.”
I stopped in my tracks, a wave of sadness flashing over me. I was about to mumble something about being on the wrong floor, then get the hell out of there, running away from my problems the first time things got difficult, the way I always did. But another more confident voice inside me told me to hold my ground, to take control for the first time in my life …
So instead, I stood firm, forcing a smile back onto my lips as I announced, “Actually, I’d like to be a girl ... I’m in the process of, uh, transitioning at the moment, but I’m obviously still a way off from passing. What was it that gave it away?”
At this, the girl’s face brightened again and she said, “Oh cool! That’s really awesome. Well, if I’m honest, I think you just need ... a little makeup? And maybe a few more flattering outfits?”
“Well, that’s the whole reason I’m here!” I laughed back, glad at her friendly reaction.
She laughed too, and I caught sight of her name badge: Rhiannon, pinned to the smart white blouse she was wearing.
I thought about my own name - Bailey - for a moment, glad that it was unisex ...
“What kind of things did you have in mind?” she asked sweetly.
“For a start, I need some activewear,” I began, “and I guess some ... lingerie, too. And actually? Well, I suppose a whole new wardrobe!”
Again she laughed, then added, “Well, if you’d like to follow me, miss!”
And with that, Rhiannon led me off into the empty womenswear department for what turned out to be one of the most fun afternoons of my life ...
I returned home a few hours later, loaded down with countless shopping bags, all crammed to bursting with brand new girly outfits – skirts, leggings, vests, panties, and stockings. She’d even measured me up for a few bras (turns out I’m a 32B!) before passing me on to a girl in the makeup department, who gave me a crash coarse in simple everyday makeup techniques and even gave me a whole bag full of free samples along with my purchases.
Okay, so I’d totally maxed out the credit card that my mom had given me for ‘emergencies only’ – but so what! This was a style emergency, after all.
I couldn’t wait to try on all my brand new, girly new outfits, and I felt like a kid on Christmas morning as I laid them out on my bed, not knowing which new toy to play with first.
In the end I chose a pair of white hold up stockings with matching white suspender belt, bra and thong. I still had my face done in the girl’s expert makeup, and even though my hair was still somewhat short, she’d helped me style it in a cute pixie cut to complete the look.
As I checked myself out eagerly in the mirror, I felt a rush of excitement. Because the person that was reflected back at me – the sexy, slutty, sassy babe that pouted back, striking a pose, one hand on her hip – looked more like me than anyone I’d ever known.
Just wait until next week, Brett, I thought as a naughty grin curled on my glossy lips. Because maybe, just maybe I’ve got a crush on you, too ...
9
I felt so great as I strutted proudly into the lobby of the gym for my next session. My toned legs and butt were now shown off by a cute red mini skirt, and my breasts were looking amazing in the push-up bra Rhiannon had helped me choose, the outfit completed by a white vest, with matching stockings and sneakers, too.
I’d even done a great job of my makeup, if I did say so myself – with kohl rimmed eyes and bright pink lipstick, and I’d stuck a little white hairclip in, too, giving my punky pixie cut an even more feminine look.
Yep, I felt pretty damn great, and from the admiring looks I received on my walk to the gym – both from guys and girls – I knew I looked as good as I felt. My confidence was at an all time high, and as I spotted Morgan waiting for me by the water cooler, I flashed her a sassy grin, adding an extra swing in my step as I showed off my brand new look.
“Bailey?!” she gasped. “Is that you?”
“It’s me alright!” I laughed back, making sure to keep my voice soft and feminine – a touch higher and softer than I normally spoke, but still natural enough that it didn’t sound phony. “You like it?”
“I love it,” she giggled. “And I can see all the hard work you’ve been putting in is really paying off now. I knew we’d make a cutie out of you one day!”
“I’m so glad I followed your advice, Morgan,” I grinned back. “I didn’t understand quite what you wanted from me at first, but now I think I truly understand and I’ve never felt better.”
“Well, girl,” she said admiringly, “I have to say, you’re my newest star pupil, for sure. And as a reward for all your hard work, I’ve got a little surprise planned for you this evening,” she added with a mysterious grin.
“You do?” I said, my voice dropping to an excited whisper as I wondered what the hell it could be.
“Why don’t you go and get yourself changed, honey, and then you can find out what it is,” she smiled cryptically.
I turned around, about to head into the men’s locker rooms as normal. But as I moved towards it, I heard Morgan calling after me, “Don’t you think you should be going into the ladies room now, sweetie?”
She was right, of course.
Even so, I felt a flash of nerves. I mean, sure, Morgan thought I looked like I passed – and so did I to an extent. But I realized that this was the real test. Could I actually go into the women’s locker room and change into my workout clothes without causing whoever was in there to scream in my face?
I took a final deep breath, then headed towards the pink door on the other side of the lobby, to find out ...
The women’s locker room smelled different to the men’s – that was the first thing I noticed. It still had a faint, slightly sweaty musk to it, but it was way less strong than the pungent men’s room, and the scent was mixed in with sweet floral notes too, from what I guessed was perfume and deodorant.
There was nobody in the changing area itself, but I could hear happy feminine voices chattering away over the hiss of the showers in the next room, and I felt my stomach flip over itself, knowing it was only a matter of time before whoever was in there came out and discovered me.
I quickly carried my gym bag over to a bench in the far corner and hurriedly began to take out my brand new active wear from my gym bag – a really cute pair of light grey yoga pants with neon pink trim, and a matching crop top to boot.
But I’d only begun to roll the first of my stockings down one of my freshly-shaven legs when I heard the showers shut off, and then the voices of the two girls coming this way.
I froze in place, my heart pounding as they strode into the room.
“Hey,” one said.
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bsp; I was unsure if the word was directed at me, but I looked up anyway, a little embarrassed, and sure enough, there were two totally naked girls about my own age, smiling back at me, towels draped casually over their shoulders, their slim toned bodies gleaming and dripping with water. One was a redhead, I noticed – right down to the thatch of orange pubic hair above her plump shaved pussy lips – while the other was brunette, with just a small ‘landing strip’ of dark hair growing between her legs. And the redhead’s tits were big and plump with large pale pink nipples, while the brunette’s breasts were small and petite, only a touch bigger than my own.
“Hi,” I said in a small nervous voice, feeling my cheeks beginning to flush with heat and my heart booming in my ears.
I waited in fear for their faces to change from warm friendly smiles to total and utter disgust as they realized they were sharing the changing room with some kind of cross-dressing pervert. But to my relief, the two women simply carried on smiling at me as they walked over to the bench opposite and leisurely began to towel off.
I breathed a soft sigh of relief, feeling the excitement once again begin to bubble up inside me as I realized once and for all that I passed – that if two hot young girls like them like them thought I was a woman, then for all intents and purposes I actually was.
Level complete!
What’s more, even though I was here in a room with two sexy young babes, both with lean, lithe bodies — in other words the exact kind of girls I would have lusted over just a short while ago — now I felt nothing but a warm feeling of belonging, as I began to strip off my clothes, uncovering my toned little body beneath, removing everything except my bra and thong, which thankfully hid my almost-nonexistent junk from view due to its tight snugness.
As I pulled on the yoga pants, I again heard a friendly voice from the other side of the room.
“Those pants are so cute! Where are they from?”
