As you walk along the aisle you see an outfit that your girlfriend had
begged you to buy the other day - a black, strapless dress with cream
sides, stopping just below the backside, with a zipper running down
the middle front. A grin spreads across your face as you decide to put
the 'one size fits all' guarantee to the test. Deciding you would need
matching underwear, you grab some black, lacy bra and panties and
black heels.
Stepping into the change room, you strip and don the black bra and
panties which sat uncomfortably on your male body. Next your struggle
to zip the dress up over your over sized torso, and then force your
feet into the size 7 heels. As soon as you are done, however, there is
a bright flash from the light above you and your head is suddenly
swimming.
When you steady yourself, everything feels oddly comfortable. You gasp
as you look in the mirror and see a young, petite brunette girl
staring back at your with pink lips agape. long, thick, luscious brown
hair falls down passed your shoulders, some of it dropping onto the
tops of your breasts, a fringe pulled stylishly across your forehead,
tucked behind your right ear. You could see and feel the black bra
straps on your smooth, bare shoulders, and your generous, perky
breasts now filled the DD cups. Your body now fit the dress like a
glove,with its ample chest, narrow waist and wide hips. Smooth,
feminine legs extended from the dress and small feet now perfectly fit
the 4 inch high heels. Without looking or touching, you knew for a
fact that, like the rest of your masculinity, your manhood was gone
and replaced with a undeniably feminine vagina. Taking in your whole
reflection, you see that your skin had grown softer and adopted a
beautiful olive complexion, while your lips now sported pink gloss,
your eyelashes were lengthen and your eyelids even wore mascara. As
your dainty hands struggle with the zipper you see that you've even
been given inch long, mahogany coloured nails to boot.
"Oh my gawsh... the zipper is like, stuck." Your hands fly to your
mouth as soon as you realize what you said.
"Are you alright, dear?" A friendly shop attendant asks you.
"Like, no! What the fark! Why am I a chick?"
"One size fits all, dear. We fill in the rest of the details from a
combination of relevant DNA samples taken from your person and
clothes. So this 'chick' you see in the mirror is actually the ideal
combination of several women you have come into contact with since you
last showered.
You feel your frustration growing as the zipper refuses to budge.
"Why... won't... this... move?!?!" You shout in exasperation, giving
it one great tug. There is a tiny snap and you hold up the zipper to
the lady.
She made a disapproving sound with her tug and led you over to the
counter. "You should be more careful young lady. You break it, you buy
it."
"What!? B- but..." When she threatens to ring the police, you
reluctantly hand over the cash. When she indicates the door you shake
your head. "I can't go out there! I don't know the first thing about
being a girl! Why can't I just buy my old clothes back?"
"There is a month waiting time before your clothes can be correctly
woven with the correct spells to return you to your original state. In
the mean time, you can purchase one of our pre-made personality packs
to help you get by. Each one comes with an intensity adjustment
option." She indicated an assortment of clear jars on the wall behind
her.
"What's that?" You find that as you become more accustomed to your
body, your speech returns to normal.
"Each dose taken lasts a certain amount of time. The strength and
duration of the effect is dependent on the dosage. If you take a small
sip, you might walk more feminine for a couple of hours.. if you drink
two whole bottle caps, you could become a horny, party addicted slut
for the weekend... Four caps will turn you into a giggling bimbo for
the week."
Though it sounded risky, there was a certain element of danger to it
that intrigued you. "What bottle should I choose?"
She studies you for a moment before placing one in front of you. "For
you, I would go the 19 year old college girl. Even if you aren't in
college, previous formerly male customers have claimed it was great
for adjusting to their new bodies."
"How long will this last me?" You ask as you hand her twenty dollars.
"Each bottle is designed to last the one month mandatory waiting
period if you consume the recommended dosage of one bottle cap each
morning."
"So I guess I will be back in a month, do you need to take down my
details?" You ask as you accept the paper bag she offers for the
bottle.
"Don't worry dear, I never forget a customer." She says with a smile.
"I would suggest you don't take your first dosage until tomorrow
morning, things go smoother if you allow yourself some time to
naturally adjust to your new body."
You smile your thanks before leaving the store and walking to the
nearest bus stop to make your way to the apartment you called home
with your two best mates, Kyle and Tome, and Tom's girlfriend.