Kyle hung up the phone and was hit by a wave of dizziness, his vision went cloudy and he fell backwards on his bed. As his world came back to him he felt very wrong, a weight on his chest made itself apparent and he sat up, feeling it shift, he looked down and gasped. A pair of large natural breasts rested in a lacy black bra, he moved his hands to them and stared at his new hands, their nails were perfect, but their flesh was wrinkled. Kyle got up and nearly fell, wobbling over to the mirror he kept on the back of his closet door he froze looking at his new reflection.
Staring back at him was a curvy blonde woman who could only be described as a cougar. She appeared to be in her mid fifties, an oval shape face with piercing green eyes was frame with shoulder length wavy dirty blonde hair. His eyes drifted downward, a pair of very large breasts were supported by the bra, which he would find were a massive M cup, reminding him of the big natural pics he frequently got off to. Further down he saw his new waist slope inward slightly then flare out to a pair of hips that looked equal in width to the bust he now possessed. Long, sexy legs with thick thighs finished the look that made her ooze with sex.
“Fuck me.” Kyle said in a warm smokey voice, he shivered, just as he was about to touch his breasts again his mother knocked at the door.
“Kyle, hurry up, you're going to be late for school.”
“I'm almost ready.” Kyle said, “Fuck...” He whispered, “I have to go to school like this.” Kyle hesitated but knew he had to get moving, he opened the closet and froze, these were all women's clothing, “The fucking curse.” Kyle muttered as he tried to get some plain clothes but his hands guided him to a tight blouse, a tight skirt and a pair of five inch heels.
“I can't dress like this.” Kyle said, his body moved against his will, for a moment. “Alright, alright, fine, I'll dress the part!” Kyle muttered, uncomfortable with all the jiggling his new form was doing, he was urged to turn around and grab a pair of hosiery from the top drawer of his dresser and he did as his body wanted him too, getting ready he found his hands slightly guided in their movements, which was fine with him, he never dressed in pantyhose before. After slipping on the skirt he put on the blouse, buttoning it up but unable to button it all the way, his hands adjusting the collar to show the valley of cleavage that his breasts were making.
“This is against dress code, I can't go to school like this.” Kyle said, trying to control his hands and failing to get anywhere he realized that he'd have no choice in how his body styled itself for every occasion, he was now stuck with the way Mrs. Smith would dress, even if it was revealing. “Damn it.” Kyle slipped his feet into the heels, feeling awkward with his heels off the floor, his new bodies muscle memory keeping him steady. He grabbed his book bag, which had changed into a messenger bag and went out to the kitchen, his every move reminding him of his new curves, making him uncomfortable.
“There you are! Looking good today, showing a bit of skin huh? Who's the girl your after?”
“Um...”
“Oh I'm just teasing, you young men and your new fashions, I remember bell bottom jeans...” As his mother went on, he realized that not a soul would know he possessed the body of a milf, the thought freaked him out, he nervously ate his breakfast as he thought about this. “Anyway, you should get moving, the bus will be here soon.” Kyle finished up and cleaned his dishes, before he left his mother kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug, surely she could feel his new massive breasts, but she showed no reaction.
Kyle made his way to the bus stop, feeling exposed and uncomfortable as he walking in his new body, how was he going to deal with this?