It had been a long day at work and you really just wanted to get home and relax. You pulled up to your house and walked in the door, putting your things down by the front table. You called out to your wife that you were home. She soon rounds the corner. When she looks at you there is a strange look on her face. “What are you wearing?” She asks. Confused, you reply, “What do you mean, I always dress like this to work?” This is obviously not what she was expecting. “What are you talking about Jenny? You’ve never worked a day in your life!” She says. Now you are both confused, but you were far too exhausted from the day to figure this out now. “I’m going to take a shower, we can talk about this when I’m out.” You say. Your wife was clearly not satisfied with this, but she went along with it.
You headed into the bathroom to take a shower, wanting to wash away the stresses of the day. As you washed, you didn’t seem to notice as the warm water washed away all your body hair. Simultaneously, your soap softened your skin, removing any blemishes and giving it a youthful bounce. You eventually got out of the shower, drying yourself off. You got dressed in a plain white shirt and some jeans and headed downstairs to talk to your wife.
“Hey babe, you want to talk about what happened earlier?” You say. She looks confused, “Jenny, are you alright? First you’re wearing men's clothes, now you’re calling me babe?” She says. As she speaks, your hair begins to grow quite long, but you are too shocked by what your wife just said. “Of course I’m wearing men’s clothes, what else would I wear? And my name isn’t Jenny!” You reply. The two of you argue for a few minutes, neither one getting through to the other. While this is going on, your body has been reshaping, shrinking and becoming more feminine. If someone were to see you from behind, they would think you were just an underdeveloped young woman! You adjusted your now ill-fitting clothes, “Honey, I don’t know what is wrong but I’m still a man. I’m still your husband!” You say, getting exasperated. Your wife cannot hide her shock. “My husband!?” She says, “Jenny you can’t be my husband, you’re my little sister!” Your jaw drops. Her little sister? Something is very clearly very wrong. You have to take a seat to process this. As you think, your chest begins to itch. As you scratch it through your shirt, it begins to swell into a nicely sized pair of breasts. Your nipples rub up against your scratchy top and grow hard, poking visibly through the fabric.
You finally break the uncomfortable silence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about babe, really! I’m not your little sister, I’m your husband! A 29-year-old grown man!” She clearly is very concerned, “Jenny look at yourself! Is that the body of a 29-year-old man?” You look at your body and find nothing amiss. You have the same feminine figure, your breasts look the same, and you’re just as short as you have always been. Your face begins to feminize as you look over your body. If you had a mirror you’d see the face you always thought you had: what seemed like a younger version of your wife’s face now resided on your body. You felt a tickle on your face as makeup was magically applied in an expert fashion, giving you quite a sexy new look. “I may not be as tall or manly as other guys, but I am most certainly a man!” You reply, your brain quickly justifying your new body. Suddenly, music rang out through the house. It was your phone. “Hold that thought!” You say to your wife. Wondering why you would ever forget your phone, you rushed quickly to your bedroom to get it.
As you ran, your hips widened out and you could feel a slight jiggle in your ass as it filled with a healthy amount of fat. You didn’t even pause to think any of this was strange when you entered into what had previously been the guest room to find it decorated like a teen girl’s room. This had always been your room, why question it now. You followed the sound of Taylor Swift’s newest song to find your phone in your purse sitting on your bed. You grabbed your phone and saw it was your best friend Tiffany calling. You quickly picked up and just as you pressed the button, the final change took place. The last remnant of your male self withered away as your penis quickly was replaced by a vagina. Tiffany had called to see if you were still up for hanging out tonight. There was a moment when you had a thought that it might be strange for you to be hanging out with a 19-year-old girl, but it quickly vanished when you realized that you were also a 19-year-old girl! You told Tiffany you’d see her later and decided to get ready for the evening. You headed into your closet and started to look for an outfit. Looking in the mirror, you loved the way you could see your nipples through your tight top but your jeans left something to be desired. You loved showing off your body, and it was summer time, so you grabbed your short jean shorts and slipped them on. Pleased with your new outfit, you took a picture to send to Tiffany later. As the flash went off, your brain went through its final changes, cementing yourself as Jenny, the 19-year-old little sister of your former wife.
Pleased with yourself, you put on some shoes, grabbed your purse and headed out to the main room. You passed by your older sister on the way. “Hey sis, I’m heading out to hangout with Tiffany tonight, don’t wait up!” You said. She took one look at you and frowned, “Not dressed like that you’re not, put on a bra!” She said, having forgotten entirely about what had happened less than 10 minutes ago. You smirked and turned to look at her as you walked through the door. “You’re not mom, sis, you can’t tell me how to dress.”
You started to walk away. “See you later, bitch!” You said, getting in the car.
As you drove to Tiffany’s house, your exhibitionist streak grew. Unbeknownst to you, your tight white shirt became a bit looser as the sleeves faded away. Before you knew it, you were wearing an almost sideless tank top that really showed off your braless sideboob. As you pulled up to her house, your shorts got even shorter, your ass practically hanging out of them, just how you liked it. Tiffany came out of her house to greet you and the two of you marveled at the beautiful sunset. “Hey Tiff, take a picture of me for my Insta, I want to show off my outfit!” You say happily to Tiffany. “The boys are gonna love this one!” She says, snapping the picture. As you post the picture you smile, you really have the best life…
You headed into the bathroom to take a shower, wanting to wash away the stresses of the day. As you washed, you didn’t seem to notice as the warm water washed away all your body hair. Simultaneously, your soap softened your skin, removing any blemishes and giving it a youthful bounce. You eventually got out of the shower, drying yourself off. You got dressed in a plain white shirt and some jeans and headed downstairs to talk to your wife.
“Hey babe, you want to talk about what happened earlier?” You say. She looks confused, “Jenny, are you alright? First you’re wearing men's clothes, now you’re calling me babe?” She says. As she speaks, your hair begins to grow quite long, but you are too shocked by what your wife just said. “Of course I’m wearing men’s clothes, what else would I wear? And my name isn’t Jenny!” You reply. The two of you argue for a few minutes, neither one getting through to the other. While this is going on, your body has been reshaping, shrinking and becoming more feminine. If someone were to see you from behind, they would think you were just an underdeveloped young woman! You adjusted your now ill-fitting clothes, “Honey, I don’t know what is wrong but I’m still a man. I’m still your husband!” You say, getting exasperated. Your wife cannot hide her shock. “My husband!?” She says, “Jenny you can’t be my husband, you’re my little sister!” Your jaw drops. Her little sister? Something is very clearly very wrong. You have to take a seat to process this. As you think, your chest begins to itch. As you scratch it through your shirt, it begins to swell into a nicely sized pair of breasts. Your nipples rub up against your scratchy top and grow hard, poking visibly through the fabric.
You finally break the uncomfortable silence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about babe, really! I’m not your little sister, I’m your husband! A 29-year-old grown man!” She clearly is very concerned, “Jenny look at yourself! Is that the body of a 29-year-old man?” You look at your body and find nothing amiss. You have the same feminine figure, your breasts look the same, and you’re just as short as you have always been. Your face begins to feminize as you look over your body. If you had a mirror you’d see the face you always thought you had: what seemed like a younger version of your wife’s face now resided on your body. You felt a tickle on your face as makeup was magically applied in an expert fashion, giving you quite a sexy new look. “I may not be as tall or manly as other guys, but I am most certainly a man!” You reply, your brain quickly justifying your new body. Suddenly, music rang out through the house. It was your phone. “Hold that thought!” You say to your wife. Wondering why you would ever forget your phone, you rushed quickly to your bedroom to get it.
As you ran, your hips widened out and you could feel a slight jiggle in your ass as it filled with a healthy amount of fat. You didn’t even pause to think any of this was strange when you entered into what had previously been the guest room to find it decorated like a teen girl’s room. This had always been your room, why question it now. You followed the sound of Taylor Swift’s newest song to find your phone in your purse sitting on your bed. You grabbed your phone and saw it was your best friend Tiffany calling. You quickly picked up and just as you pressed the button, the final change took place. The last remnant of your male self withered away as your penis quickly was replaced by a vagina. Tiffany had called to see if you were still up for hanging out tonight. There was a moment when you had a thought that it might be strange for you to be hanging out with a 19-year-old girl, but it quickly vanished when you realized that you were also a 19-year-old girl! You told Tiffany you’d see her later and decided to get ready for the evening. You headed into your closet and started to look for an outfit. Looking in the mirror, you loved the way you could see your nipples through your tight top but your jeans left something to be desired. You loved showing off your body, and it was summer time, so you grabbed your short jean shorts and slipped them on. Pleased with your new outfit, you took a picture to send to Tiffany later. As the flash went off, your brain went through its final changes, cementing yourself as Jenny, the 19-year-old little sister of your former wife.
Pleased with yourself, you put on some shoes, grabbed your purse and headed out to the main room. You passed by your older sister on the way. “Hey sis, I’m heading out to hangout with Tiffany tonight, don’t wait up!” You said. She took one look at you and frowned, “Not dressed like that you’re not, put on a bra!” She said, having forgotten entirely about what had happened less than 10 minutes ago. You smirked and turned to look at her as you walked through the door. “You’re not mom, sis, you can’t tell me how to dress.”
You started to walk away. “See you later, bitch!” You said, getting in the car.
As you drove to Tiffany’s house, your exhibitionist streak grew. Unbeknownst to you, your tight white shirt became a bit looser as the sleeves faded away. Before you knew it, you were wearing an almost sideless tank top that really showed off your braless sideboob. As you pulled up to her house, your shorts got even shorter, your ass practically hanging out of them, just how you liked it. Tiffany came out of her house to greet you and the two of you marveled at the beautiful sunset. “Hey Tiff, take a picture of me for my Insta, I want to show off my outfit!” You say happily to Tiffany. “The boys are gonna love this one!” She says, snapping the picture. As you post the picture you smile, you really have the best life…
Wow, those changes kept coming and coming. I'd be happy as her in any of those final 3 stages.
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