From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
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Subject: TG REPOST: "Skin" (magic trans)
Date: Sun, 23 Oct 94 15:24:01 -0500
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 There were some errors in my first post of this. I think
I've got it right now! Feedback and comments are welcome.
 More great TG stuff to come...
 
 
 
Harry, was what you would have called a nebbish, if you were being  kind.
If you weren't being kind, you might have called him a wimp,  but let's be
kind, at least for now. He lived in a large house left to  him by his
mother, who was no longer living. The house was just  outside the city in a
nice wooded suburb. Which goes to show you  that that it was a very old
suburb.  When Harry's mother had been alive, his sister Shelia had lived
with  them. But after the death of their mother, Shelia had left for San
Francisco, claiming that Harry was "dull" Harry of course, was an
investment broker. Wether or not he really was dull, he now lived  alone in
the big house. Harry was a small man "round in the middle, and shiny on
top" as  Shelia used to say. Referring in one sentence to both his
expanding  middle and his receeding hair. Harry thought Shelia was
incredibly  clever, even when she was insulting him. So Harry went on with
his life, investing, and going home each night  to the big house in the
suburbs. And of course participating in his  hobby. Oh yes, Harry had a
hobby. He went to estate sales, and any  other kind of auction he could
find, he loved auctions. He loved to  bid, and try to figure out wether the
fat man in row five would go  another 13 dollars. He loved to buy up pieces
of cast off lives, and  belongings of dead people, and take them home to
the big house in  the suburbs.  Harry went on doing this, week in and week
out, and probably would  have continued indefinitely. Until one day he
found something that  changed his life for ever. It was in lot 54, from the
Gebling estate. When Harry saw it, he was  instantly intrigued. It was
behind an old bureau and a stuffed  wolverine, hanging on a manikin of it's
own. It was all wrinkly, and  saggy, ( and a bit dusty too,) but there was
no mistaking what it  was. It was the skin of a woman.  Harry was both
impressed and repulsed at the same time. Was it a  real woman's skin? Or
perhaps just a costume? Harry wasn't sure.  But growing in the back of his
mind, was the desire to find out.
 
When the auction started Harry was distracted, unable to enjoy the
proceedings as he usually did. His mind kept drifting back to lot 54,  and
it's odd contents. So when the Auctioneer called out for Lot 54,  and
started the biding, Harry was not too surprised to find himself  raising
his hand. Harry of course, won the bidding. He did end up going a bit
beyond the  limit he had set for himself, but truth to tell, he got a
little carried  away. There were several bidders at first, but most of them
dropped  out right away, leaving it to Harry, and a Heavily bundled
individual,  whom Harry would have refered to as male. When Harry finally
won,  the other Man seemed quite out of sorts and stomped out of the room.
Harry had half expected to find the man waiting for him out side,  with a
buy out offer. The man was no where to be seen though.  Harry paid for the
lot in full, and excepted a place on the auction  house's delivery
schedule, some weeks away. He realized he had no  idea what most of the lot
was, he couldn't get his mind off that one  item though. He even asked the
auction house people to separate it  out for him and put it in his car.
 
The ride home was erie. The Workmen had placed the manikin in the  back
seat, sitting up. It gave Harry the creeps, as if some one was  sitting
there watching him drive, a wrinkly sort of some one. It got  so bad that
he finally had to stop and get a blanket out of the trunk.  With the
blanket he gently pushed the manikin over, and covered it.  The remainder
of the ride was uneventful, much to Harry's relief. When he got home, he
took his purchase up to the sitting room on the  second floor, and put it
on the couch. In order to get it to sit straight  on the couch, he was
forced to touch it for the first time. Harry was  surprised to find it
differed completely from his expectations. His  thought was that it would
be hard and leathery. Perhaps even dried  and crumbling. In reality, it was
nothing of the kind. The skin, was  supple, pleasant to the touch. It felt
like skin, it even seemed to be  slightly warm! Harry set the manikin up,
and dusted it off. Then stepped back to  admire his work. It looked like a
wrinkly, naked lady, sitting on his  couch. Harry was beginning to wonder
what he had seen in it.  Harry went about his routine, putting away the
car, and fixing  himself dinner, he ate alone of course. He read the paper,
catching up  on the latest stock market reports, and every so often, he
would just  check on the skin in the upstairs sitting room. Later, he put
on his  pajamas, and brushed his teeth, and finally got into bed.  Harry
didn't sleep well that night, he tossed and turned quite a bit,  and when
he finally did drop off, he dreamed.
 
 In the dream, he couldn't stop thinking about the skin, and what it  had
felt like. He found himself wondering if it was still in the other  room,
or if it had gotten up and walked away. With this in mind, he  got up, in
his dream, and went into the sitting room. There much to  his relief was
the skin. But having come this far, he couldn't just go  back to bed.....
He walked over to it, and began to stroke the shoulders, enjoying the  soft
feel of the skin. He was stroking the neck, when he discovered  the seam.
It was in back right up where the head joined the neck.  In the dream, he
hesitated only a moment, before he began to 'unzip'  the seam. It wasn't a
zipper per say, but very like one. Harry found it  went down  the back, to
the top of the crack of the ass. A logical  spot he supposed. Unzipped, the
skin seemed quite stretchy, and  Harry was able to pull it's head off that
of the Manikin even with out  meaning to. The rest of the skin followed
just as easily. And before  Harry knew it, he was sitting there next to a
battered female  manikin, and holding a female 'skin' in his hands. The
skin felt wonderful. Harry lifted it up, and buried his face in it.  It was
so smooth, and soft. He found the dark nipples, and began  licking them. He
loved the feel, so much that he wanted to feel it  over more of his body,
and he found himself removing his pajama top.  He then proceeded to rub the
Skin all over his chest. And then of  course, completely carried away, he
removed his pajama bottoms  too. So there he was, naked, sitting on one of
his mother's couches,  rubbing a woman skin all over his body. It would
have shocked his  poor old mother.  It felt so good, that his small penis,
quickly  expanded to it's full size, and he sat there masturbating, by
rubbing  the skin all over his body. It was during the bout of sexual
fervor  that one hand slipped inside the open seam in the back of the skin,
and Harry realized that it felt just as nice inside, as out...... Just as
nice inside as out.  It was at that moment that he got the idea, after all
he thought, it  was too big on the manikin, and if it felt this good to rub
it all over  himself, it would probably feel even better to wear. The skin
was a  lot like a unitard anyway. In an instant, Harry had decided, he
would  put the skin on, he would wear it.  Harry started, with his feet. He
bent over, and gathered up the  excess in his hands, then he slipped his
left foot into the skin. His  whole foot and calf tingled, it was as
wonderful as he had imagined.  He quickly followed with his right foot.
Then, standing, he eased the  skin up over his knees, and up his chubby
thighs.  Then for an instant, he paused, and reached down to feel his
calves,  and thighs. In the dream, they felt like skin, his own skin, he
could  feel the contact from both sides. The woman skin seemed to fit him
perfectly.  Pleased with his results thus far he eased the skin the rest of
the  way up to his waist. In the process, covering his buttocks, and his
throbbing erection. He now felt the wonderful tingling from his  waist
down. Somehow, he realized as he looked down, the Skin had  accommodated
his penis. Because, amazingly, he could see no signs  of it from the
outside, not even a bulge. Reaching behind himself, he  stroked his
buttocks, and was vaguely confused by how big they  seemed, how round. But
he was dreaming after all, and it felt so  good.  Not wanting to stop,
Harry began on his upper body. He slipped his  left arm into the
appropriate hole and pulled the skin up, rather like  putting on a long
glove, he thought, as he pulled it up to his shoulder.  He flexed his hand
inside the skin. It looked slim and graceful in  fact, his whole arm did.
His other arm fit just as well as the first.  and soon he was nearly
wearing the whole thing, except for the head  and hair, which hung down on
his chest. It felt loose on him, so he  reached behind himself and zipped
the seam up part way, feeling the  skin become snug, as he did so.  Nearly
his whole body was tingling now especially his crotch, and  his nipples. It
was wonderful, and it was enough to make him want  to take the final
plunge. He reached up, and grabbed the edges of the  neck, in back of the
head, and nosed his own head down into it. Like  the rest of the Skin, it
slipped on easily, covering his own head. The  head of the skin seemed to
have eye, nose, mouth, and even ear holes  Harry discovered, because all of
his senses seemed to work  perfectly, it was almost as if he wasn't wearing
a head piece at all.  Purely by reflex, Harry reached behind him and zipped
the seam up  the rest of the way.  He was now wearing the woman skin. He
stood there feeling the  delicious sensations. from all over his body, but
more and more he  realized, the pleasant sensations were centered on his
nipples, and  his crotch.  Then he looked down. When he had held he skin in
his hands it's breasts could have best  been described as flaccid, empty
sacks. Those words however, would  have been highly inaccurate, if applied
to the fleshy protuberances  Harry now found swelling from his chest. Firm
would have been  better, and ripe perhaps better still. Harry stared down,
amazed, it seemed (in his dream) that he now had  breasts!
...............really big ones!  His nipples, he realized were huge also,
and very erect. He reached up  with slim feminine hands and cupped the full
mammaries he found  himself endowed with, and was rewarded by a renewed
burst of  tingling from his big nipples. Harry was stunned, the breasts
felt  incredible. From the outside they were big, soft mounds of flesh,
which slide this way and that as he moved.  From the inside, it was  even
better, Harry's nipples felt like tiny erections, each one sending  waves
of pleasure through his body as he stroked them. Through his  body, and
down to his crotch. He slide his hands down his body, down from the
beautiful breasts,  over the tight abdominals, to the smooth muscular
thighs. He gazed  at his crotch. There was no sign of his penis, none at
all. What  greeted his eyes, and what he felt so much pleasure from, was a
woman's vagina. Between his legs were the soft lips of a female sex  organ.
He gently placed a hand on it, and was rewarded by a warm  rush. The lips
were sticky, moist. Harry rubbed them with his  fingers, it was wonderful.
Then, purely by accident, he discovered  the tiny button at the top of the
slit.  He moaned, and sank to his knees, his voice was beautiful, and
feminine. He continued to stroke the nub, closing his eyes. He was  dimly
aware of his other hand seeking a warm breast, and stroking  it's aching
nipple. His consciousness began to sink, slowly, drowning  in the building
waves of pleasure. Until all he knew were his  throbbing orgasms, wonderful
female orgasms. Then the dream  seemed to fade.
 
 
 
 Harry woke up slowly the next day. The memory of the strange dream  was
still tugging at the corners of his mind. He lay there on his  stomach,
trying to wake up. The dream had been very strange, what  he could remember
of it. Something about a woman, he wasn't sure.  He reached up to brush a
long brown curl out of his eyes. A long brown curl..........Harry was close
cropped, or so he thought! Suddenly Harry was worried. He rolled over and
sat up, pulling back  the covers, but already his body felt wrong to him.
He gazed down,  there swelling from his chest, were two firm breasts, they
jiggled  slightly as he moved. Harry was shocked, they were the breasts
from  his dream! Just as big and round as he remembered them, except they
were real! He really had breasts! He threw off the covers, his hands
grasping for his crotch. But his hands gripped only a feminine mons  and he
realized that the change was there too.  Harry stared down at his vagina.
He was completely stunned. He  swung his slender legs out of the bed, and
jumped up. Which caused  his breasts to jiggle and bounce slightly. Harry
grabbed them to stop  the motion, God they were big! Still holding his
breasts, he headed  for the closet mirror.  In front of the mirror, he
stopped and stared. The figure starring  back at him was a beautiful young
woman, with long dark hair. She  had high cheek bones, and delicate
chiseled features. She was tall,  with long legs. She had curvy hips, and
cupped in her hands, were her  two beautiful breasts.  Harry realized he
was looking at his own refection. He stood there  staring, he had never
seen this beautiful a woman naked before. He  feasted his eyes on her
incredible body.  Then slowly, he began to think. The dream, must have been
real. He  must really have put on the woman skin, and masturbated. It
dawned  on him that he had zipped the woman skin up the back, perhaps it
could be unzipped. He reached behind him, feeling the top of his neck,  and
the back of his skull. Sure enough, he found a tiny lump, and after
worrying with it for a moment or two, he got it started, and  unzipped it
part way. Then he reached up and grabbed his face and  pulled. Off it
popped and Harry found himself staring in to his own  unshaven, male, face,
still atop the beautiful female body. In a moment or two, the skin was once
more a flaccid thing in his  hands, and he was once more an over weight,
balding man, who was  pushing 40. Needless to say, he was relieved. He
stuffed the woman  skin into a bottom drawer, and headed off to take his
morning  shower. In the shower, he masturbated again, this time of course,
as a man.  He rubbed his small penis until it spurted forth, and then he
sagged  down in the shower, drained momentarily.
 
 
 
 Through out the day Harry was distracted, he was totally unable to
concentrate on his job, and he ended up leaving early claiming he  wasn't
feeling well.
 
 
 
 By the time he got home he had almost convinced himself that the
experiences of last night and this morning were a creation of his
imagination. I've got to take a vacation he thought. He ate his supper
just as he normally would, and then forced himself to watch at least  a
little news.  At last he could stand it no longer, and though it was 4
hours before  his normal bed time, he headed upstairs, to get undressed and
get  prepared for slumber.  Once in his room, he undressed, but rather than
don his pajamas or  robe, he went to the bathroom naked. When he returned,
he knew he  had to try it again. Trembling he opened the drawer in which he
had  stuffed the skin that morning.  There it was, still soft to the touch.
Eagerly he pulled it out, and  began to fumble for the opening. He sat on
the bed, and slipped his  left leg in, just as he had before. To his
delight, he was once again  rewarded by the pleasant tingling. He slide his
other leg in, and  stood up, to pull the skin up over his waist. He was
amazed, it really  was real. He gazed down at his crotch, it was already
that of a young  woman. He giggled to himself and hurriedly thrust his arms
into the  appropriate holes, and then his head. Finally he zipped up the
seam  again, until at last Harry stood there, wearing the skin once more,
young, beautiful, and female. Once more a woman, Harry turned out the
lights, and hopped into bed,  stark naked. He lay there, rubbing and
stroking his tits and pussy,  reveling in his female orgasms until at last
sleep swallowed him up.
 
When Harry awoke the next morning, he felt refreshed. Again he was
somewhat startled to discover he was a woman, but this time it  wasn't so
bad, he understood it now, or so he thought. He took off the  woman skin,
and returned it to his bottom drawer. Then he went off  to start his day,
giggling to himself.  Through out the day, Harry was happy and cheerful. He
hummed to  himself, and generally confused his coworkers, who expected him
to  act a bit more sober. One of them, even suggested that Harry might
have a lady friend, but she was poo pooed, and so didn't pursue it. So  she
never guessed how close she came to the truth.  For his part,  Harry said
nothing.
 
When Harry got home that night, he made no pretense of trying to go
through a normal evening. Instead, he went right upstairs, where he
stripped off his clothes, and put on the woman skin.  Then, once more a
girl, Harry lay down on the bed, and spent some  time, stroking his breasts
and nipples, and vigorously rubbing his  pussy. Many minutes, and several
orgasms later, he began to slow  down. Eventually, feeling warm and
relaxed, he allowed the lapping  waves of pleasure to subside. It was then
that he realized he was  hungry. He stood up, stretched and decided to go
downstairs for some dinner.  He looked down at himself, and decided to keep
the woman skin on  for the rest of the evening. However he didn't feel like
wandering  around the house naked all night. He gazed a his battered
flannel  robe, some how, it didn't seem appropriate to his new form. Then
an  idea occurred to him, Shelia had left behind quite a lot when she had
moved out. Harry headed down the hall towards her room. With some
apprehension, Harry opened the door to Shelia's room. As a  child he had
always been told never to go into his sister's room. And  to this day, he
had never been in it alone. He cautiously entered,  Shelia's room was
something of a mystery to him. It was filled with  strange feminine things.
The closets were full of dresses and high  heeled women's shoes. The bureau
was covered with cosmetics and  jewelry. Every where he looked he saw
female belongings. Harry felt  a thrill of excitement and his big nipples
stiffened slightly. Surely  he could find what he needed in here. Next to
the bed there was a smaller bureau, Harry headed to it and  opened the top
drawer. Inside he saw a riot of color, all girl's  underwear, panties and
brassieres, in soft silky fabrics. His  excitement mounted, this was great!
He pulled a pair of peach  colored panties from the bunch. They were inside
out, he righted  them. Then scarcely daring to breath, he held them open,
and slipped  his left leg in, and then his right. His heart was pounding as
he  pulled the panties up over his hips and ass, snuggling them up to his
mons. This was it! Harry stood there for a moment, wearing the panties.
Then he started to check the other drawers. In the middle one he  found
what he was looking for, nightgowns, short, sexy ones. he  chose a wine
colored one and slipped it over his head, and pulled it  down over his wide
hips, pausing to adjust the straps over his  shoulders, and ease his
breasts into the darts of the nightgown. It  was really more of a negligee.
he decided. In the closet he found a  pale blue satin robe, which he felt
adequately completed the  ensemble. Thus attired he headed downstairs to
get something to  eat. Harry passed a pleasant evening watching television,
and  occasionally masturbating a little. He found that he was much more
interested in commercials for women's products now, it was  amazing how
many there were.  Eventually Harry grew tired, and headed upstairs again,
but in the  door way of his room he halted. He turned and gazed towards the
now  open door of Shelia's room. Slowly, inexorably his feet were drawn
towards his sister's room. In this doorway too he paused. Then, slowly, he
stepped inside, and pushed the door shut behind him.  He looked around the
feminine room and nodded to himself, then he  took off the robe, pulled
back the coverlet, and slipped between the  cool sheets. I have a girl's
body I'll sleep in a girl's room he thought  as he drifted off.
 
When Harry awoke the next morning, he was not surprised to  discover he was
female, but being in Shelia's bed did leave him  confused for a second. It
was the work of a moment to remove the  nightgown and panties, and only a
few more for the woman skin  itself. Then he was off to start his day, once
more male.
 
 
 
The day crawled for Harry, and yet as he headed home, he found it  hard to
remember what he had done that day.
 
 
 
That evening passed much as the previous one had, and at the end of  it he
once more climbed into his sister's bed, to masturbate himself  to sleep.
 
 
 
The following night was different. Harry had gotten home, donned the  woman
skin, masturbated, taken a quick shower, and then headed  down for some
dinner. In the kitchen he realized that in his haste to  get home, he had
neglected to pick up several key items at the store.  He was non-plussed,
and dejectedly he headed back upstairs to once  more become Harry-the-male-
nebbish, in order to run his errands.  Just as he was starting to unzip the
skin, a thought occurred to him,  why did he have to change? Why not go out
as a girl? The thought  excited him! True, he made a very strange looking
Harry, but a  perfectly normal girl. There certainly seemed to be no
shortage of  female clothing. Harry turned to the bureau which contained
Shelia's underwear, and  pulled it open. His heart was beating rapidly.
From the drawer, he  selected a pale shell bra, to go with the panties he
was wearing.  Never having worn a bra before, it took him a moment or two
to  figure it out. Soon however, Harry was slipping his breasts into the
soft cups, and snapping it shut. He was surprised to find the bra fit
fairly well, Shelia must have had the same size breasts, that Harry  did
now. Before long Harry had found and donned a pair of women's  Levis, which
fit his hips, and a black turtle neck, which was very  tight across his
chest. A pair of flat shoes, and the casual outfit  was done. Harry gazed
at the girl in the mirror, she had, he realized, rather  messy hair. He
picked up the hair brush from the top of the bureau,  and went to work. In
only a few minutes the long curly brown hair  fell in neat waves, He picked
up a hair tie, and twisted the long  brown curls into a pony tail. Harry
was delighted as he watched the  girl in the mirror doing this because as
she did it her full breasts  rose and jiggled beneath her turtle neck.
Finally Harry headed out. His quick trip to the convenience store was
enough to tell Harry several things: First, as a woman, he was  beautiful,
and second, he enjoyed the experience of being a beautiful  woman in
public.
 
 
 
The next night was different. When Harry got home from work, he  eagerly
went upstairs to don the skin. Then however, rather than  masturbate, he
began to get dressed. He put on a black garter belt he  had found in
Shelia's drawers, and then paused to check his legs.  They appeared to be
smooth, so he slipped into the dark stockings  which went with the garter
belt. Then he added a pair of black lace  panties on top of the garters.
Harry eased his tits into a black push  up brassiere, completing his
underwear ensemble. The bra made  Harry's breasts look firmer, and higher,
he loved it.  Harry rummaged through the bottom of Shelia's closet until he
found  a matching pair of black pumps which fit him. Then, he paused to
look at himself in the mirror. The girl he saw reflected was clad in  lacy
black underwear, and high heeled shoes, she was he realized,  very sexy. In
the closet Harry found a tight black leather skirt.  Eagerly he slipped it
on over his wide hips, and zipped it up. Finally,  he found a short top,
with big shoulder pads, it was short enough to  leave his midriff bare. The
top was warm red, and Harry liked it a  lot, He slipped it on and snapped
it up. Fully clothed, Harry turned his attention to make up. Unsure of what
he was doing, Harry went light, a little base, a little color, some
mascara on his lashes, and finally lipstick, a nice shade of red again,
something which matched the top Harry was wearing. Harry placed  the make
up in a leather purse he had selected, and began to select  jewelry. He
chose a nice broach, and pinned it to the top above his  left breast. Then
he picked several bracelets. Harry decided to pass  on rings, he just
wasn't fond of them. He received a pleasant  surprise when he selected
earrings, his ears were already pierced.  At last Harry was ready. Slinging
the purse over one shoulder, and taking one last look at the  girl in the
mirror, Harry headed out. He was young, sexy, female, and  ready to party.
 
Harry hit the night clubs. He rapidly discovered that for a smile, a  few
deep breaths, and a little conversation, almost any guy would  buy him a
drink. It was very strange being so popular for a change,  Harry found it
very exciting. He introduced himself as "Harriet"  which simplified matters
somewhat, as it meant he didn't have  trouble remembering his name.
Harriet also discovered dancing. The music was loud and fast, and it  felt
wonderful to shimmy and bop out on the dance floor.
 
 
 
 By around one in the morning, after several drinks, Harriet had  migrated
to a private back room. In the room with Harriet, was Ken.  Ken had been
Harriet's dance partner for the last several hours. Ken  was very ardent.
Their bodies were pressed together, and Harriet  was very conscious of the
difference in their genders. It felt strange  to Harriet to be hugging a
man, but he, or rather she had had several  drinks and her inhibitions were
lax. And besides, it felt really nice  to be hugging
somebody..........anybody.  Harriet giggled as Ken nibbled on her neck, she
was finding it very  easy to think of herself as a woman now. Any time she
forgot, the  jiggle of her full bosom quickly reminded her. That, and  the
fact  that nothing dangled between her legs. Then they were kissing, Ken's
mouth was full on her's and his tongue was probing her mouth. It felt
wonderful. Ken's hands were everywhere, Harriet felt them on her ass,
stroking  and gripping. Then Harriet felt the snaps of her top popping one
by  one. She smiled, feeling little desire to resist as a hand cupped her
right breast. The hand gently pulled back the demi-cup and eased her
breast out, then it did the same for her other one. Harriet's nipples  grew
stiff, and she watched as Ken pulled back, and leaned down to  suck on
them, teasing them to even greater hardness.  Harriet leaned back and
moaned slightly, it felt wonderful. It was  great to have tits she
reflected, they felt so good. I must be really  drunk to let him get away
with this she thought. She watched as Ken  squatted before her, and reached
up under her skirt. She felt strong  hands stroking her hips, and thighs,
and then she felt a tug. Before  Harriet realized what was going on, Ken
had pulled off her panties,  lifting her feet up to help her step out of
them. Then he stood up  again, and lifted her up on to the table she was
leaning against, he  pulled up a chair, and sat down, pushing apart her
legs and sitting  between them.  Harriet stared down as Ken hitched up her
skirt, she was she  realized almost completely disrobed. Her top was open,
and while  she was still wearing her bra, the cups had been peeled back,
and her  breasts were bare. Lower down, her skirt was hitched up, and Ken
was gazing hungrily at her naked pussy. As she watched, he leaned  forward
and began to kiss and lick her inner thighs. She leaned back  and tilted
her pelvis to make it easier for him.  Hungrily, he began to  work his was
up her thighs, until at last he reached her crotch.  Tentatively at first
he probed her vagina with his tongue, then with  more fervor he began to
kiss and lick it. Harriet gasped as his tongue  found her clitoris.
Panting, she watched as his head began to bob up  and down. He was eating
her! He was performing cunnilingus. Waves  of pleasure began to lap at
Harriet's consciousness. She leaned back,  and began to moan softly, it
felt wonderful. Ken's tongue felt so  good.  Despite the fact that a
stranger was performing cunnilingus on her  in a public place, Harriet
rapidly achieved orgasm. Before she knew  it, she was moaning joyfully, as
her drenched pussy spasmed in Ken's  face. Giggling, she leaned even
further back on the table while Ken  continued to eat her. She came and
came again reveling in the  sensations. At last Ken stopped and lifted his
head, Harriet could see a drop of  saliva hanging from his chin. Slowly
Harriet sat up, she was still  spasming a bit, so it wasn't easy. She eased
herself off the table and  into Ken's lap. She wrapped her arms around his
neck and kissed him,  she could taste the musty smell of her own pussy on
his lips. "That was wonderful," she whispered, "I've never come so much in
my  life." "Happy to be of service ma'am," he replied smiling. He leaned
forward  and buried his face in Harriet's cleavage, pausing to lick her
bare  nipples now and again. It still felt wonderful.  Suddenly, an idea
came to Harriet, it was alien and strange, but it  seemed right somehow.
Fair at least. Harriet slipped off of Ken's lap, and slowly knelt on the
floor in  front of him. Ken must have sensed what was coming, because he
smiled, and spread his legs wide. Harriet hitched herself forward,  closer
to his crotch. Harriet's bra was beginning to bind, so she  slipped off her
top, and reaching up behind herself she unclipped her  bra, and eased
herself out of it. She massaged her big tits for a  moment, and grinned up
at Ken  She reached forward and unzipped Ken's fly, also unclasping his
belt  and the button to his pants as well. Reaching up, she grabbed the
tops of his pants, and pulled them down, until they hung around his
ankles, then she did the same to his underwear. Harriet stared a  Ken's
naked crotch, at his cock. It was large, and semi hard even now.  She
leaned forward, pressing her face against Ken's chest, and her  firm
breasts against his crotch. Reaching up, she grabbed his cock in  her
hands, and holding it in the valley between her tits, she began to  stroke
it. The penis rapidly became harder, in Harriet's grasp. Pulling  back
slightly she gazed a the hard rod of flesh in her hands. Unable to  believe
what she was doing she leaned down and gave it a kiss, right  on it's tip.
The cock was warm and meaty tasting, almost good.  Encouraged, she opened
her mouth wider, and swallow the tip. It was  somewhat dry, so she released
it and began to lick the shaft with  her tongue. When it was wet, she
placed it in her mouth, once more.  Slowly, surely, she began to suck it,
allowing her head to bob up and  down. Ken moaned, filling Harriet's heart
with excitement, even as  he filled her mouth with his manhood, she was
turning him on! As she  sucked him his cock grew steadily bigger and harder
until it was like  a shaft of iron. Suddenly, the shaft grew even harder,
and Ken  gasped, then warm fluid began to spurt from Ken's cock, franticly,
Harriet swallowed trying not to let any spill, she almost succeeded.  At
last Ken was finished, Harriet sat back and wiped the sperm off  her chin.
She smiled up at Ken, for the first time she had given a man  a blow job.
 
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When Harry awoke the next day, he immediately wished he hadn't.  The first
thing Harry noticed was that his head felt awful. He had a  nasty throbbing
headache, and his tummy felt queasy. The next thing  Harry noticed was that
he really had to go, the pressure from his  bladder was almost worse than
his headache. Slowly, painfully, he lifted his head, he was he realized
lying on his  stomach. He stared blearily down at the pillow, there was a
red  stain on it.....lipstick! Harry reached up to touch his cheek, it was
smooth, hairless, and it had something tacky on it, dried saliva? Why
didn't he have any stubble? What had happened to him last night? He  sat
up, slowly, realizing he had fallen asleep in his clothes, his  chest
felt.....fluid, loose, some how different from what he expected.  And what
was he doing in Shelia's room? He looked down at himself,  and what he saw
stunned him. He was wearing a bright red top, a  black mini skirt, and dark
hose. He was dressed as a girl! Even more  disturbing, was that the chest
of his top seemed to be properly  filled. Trembling slightly, he reached up
and tore open the snaps of  the top, and stared down. Sure enough, what
greeted his eyes was the  most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen.
They were firm and  round, and they were his! Seeing them jogged Harry's
memory. It  dawned on his clouded mind, that he was a girl. He remembered
he  had a magic skin, and whenever he put it on he became female.    Lying
next to the bed was purse, and a pair of black pumps. Sticking  out of the
purse was a bra which Harry could vaguely remember  wearing when the
previous evening had started out. How was it that  he wasn't wearing in
now? When had he removed it? He pulled up the  hem of his skirt, and saw
the tops of his garters, and his bare vulva.  His panties were gone too. A
dim memory floated to the surface, a  pleasant one. A memory of firm hands
and lips kissing him, stroking  and sucking his big nipples, and then his
inner thighs, and  his.........pussy! Someone, Harry realized had 'eaten'
him, had preformed  cunnilingus on him last night! Harry felt a warm moist
glow,  remembering his orgasms of the previous night. It had been
wonderful, someone had eaten him....... And then he had
reciprocated.........  Harry had reciprocated, oral sex, on a man! He had
sucked another  man's cock, he had given another man a blow job! His
stomach rolled, and Harry ran for the bathroom, his big tits  bouncing.
Gagging, he knelt before the toilet, and felt his stomach  heave. All the
alcohol still in his system came back up. Still shaking  slightly, feeling
both worse and better at the same time, he sat up  again, his bladder still
felt full, painfully so. Stiffly he rose and  pulled off the red top, then
he unzipped the mini, and slipped it off,   the garters and hose joined the
other clothes on the floor. Then,  naked and female, he sat down on the
toilet, relaxed, and felt the  heavy feminine flow start, bringing him
almost instant relief.  Harry wiped, stood up, and flushed, trying not to
think about what he  had done the previous night. His head still throbbed.
Surely Shelia  must have something for a aching head, he thought rummaging
through her Medicine chest. Finally he came across a box of  alkseltzer,
and proceeded to drink some down as fast as he could. Feeling somewhat
better, Harry decided to take a shower. However,  as he was climbing into
the tub, he noticed the bubble bath, and that  clinched it, a bath it was.
 
Harry had finished his bath and was headed for Shelia's room to look  for
some clothes, when the phone rang. Without even  considering his  present
feminine gender he reached for it, and said  'hello?" "Hello, Harriet?"
asked the voice on the other end. Harry felt his knees grow weak, and his
big nipples harden again. The  voice belonged to Ken, the man whose penis
Harry had sucked. The  man who had sucked Harry's pussy, and nipples, and
made him feel so  good..... "Y-yes, this is Harriet," stammered Harry. "Hi
baby, I thought about you a lot last night." said Ken. "I thought about you
too," Said Harry blushing. He could still feel Ken  tongue on his thighs.
"What d'you say? Want to get together again tonight?" "O-okay," said Harry
his heart hammered in his chest. What was he  doing!? "Well aright then,"
said Ken. "I'll pick you up at.....say 6 o'clock?" "Sure," whispered Harry.
"Alright! See you then." Harry sank down to the ground. He had a date, with
a man! A man with  whom he had already had oral sex! What might happen
tonight? Suddenly he couldn't stand it any more, he had to be himself
again.  When Ken came, he could make a excuse, claim that 'Harriet' was his
sister, and she'd gone out. Harry reached for the zipper, desperate to doff
the woman skin, but  to his surprise it didn't seem to be there. It was
only after several  minutes of frantic searching that he a last found it.
 
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 Harry's resolve held until almost 5:30. As the day wore on Harry  thought
more and more about how much fun he had had last night,  how nice it had
been to spend time with someone else. By 5:26 he had  the woman skin in his
hands, and by 5:28, he was putting it on again.  By 5:30 he was once more
the beautiful young woman that Ken knew  as Harriet. Harry stood there
holding his breasts and trembling. The choice was  simple, be a middle aged
overweight balding man, and stay home. Or  be a beautiful young woman, go
out, have fun, and maybe even......... no,  he couldn't bare to think that.
In a flash, the decision was made, and Harry was standing in front of
Shelia's underwear drawer. He quickly slipped on some beige panties,  and
eased his breasts into the cups of a matching bra. He slipped on a  pair of
pantyhose, and then went to look for a dress.  In what seemed like no time
at all, Harry was wearing a ruby hued  cotton pullover dress, and a pair of
black pumps. He spared a quick  glance at himself as he put in his
earrings. The dress he noted clung  deliciously to his curves, outlining
the softness of his hips and  breasts. With a shiver that was half
anticipation, and half fear and  revulsion, he realized that Ken would
probably like the way the dress  made his body look....a lot.  Harry was
just putting the finishing touches on his make up when  the doorbell rang.
He turned toward the door his heart pounding with  excitement, he could
feel his big nipples stiffening. Feeling every  inch a woman, Harry headed
for the door.
 
 The date was wonderful, they ate seafood a harbor side restaurant,  and
then went dancing and drinking a local club. They danced a lot,  Harry
especially liked the slower numbers when they could dance  close, and Ken's
hands would drift down and cup Harry's firm  buttocks. Then he would pull
their pelvis's together, just for a  second. It felt naughty, but Harry
loved it, even though it made his  crotch feel hot and wet.       Later
that night, they took a cab to Ken's apartment in the city, for a  night
cap. Harry sat on the couch, and kicked off his pumps. Then he  pulled his
legs up under him as he'd seen other women do. Harry was  confused, he was
keenly aware that he currently looked like a  woman, and that Ken found him
very attractive. At the same time he  could feel a life time of manhood
telling him he was acting gay.  Still, Ken was witty and charming, and
Harry was having more fun  then he could remember having in a long time.
Also, looking at Ken  made Harry's nipples hard, and his crotch warm and
wet. Ken came over to the couch, and handed Harry a brandy snifter, with
brandy in it no less. Harry sipped and peered shyly over the rim at  Ken as
he sat down on the couch. They chatted idly for a few  moments, and then
Ken put down his glass, and slide  closer to Harry  on the couch. Ken laid
his had on Harry's thigh, and began to stroke it gentily.  "Have I told you
that's a beautiful dress you're wearing?" he asked. "No," giggled Harry as
Ken blew in his ear. "Well it is," Ken responded, kissing Harry's neck. His
hand drifted up  and stroked Harry's right breast.  "That's not my dress,"
He said as he felt his nipple grow firmer. "I guess you're right," breathed
Ken as he began to kiss Harry on the  lips. "Mmmmmm," moaned Harry. Ken's
tongue gently probed Harry's, and his hand continued to stroke  Harry's
right breast. Harry shifted slightly, slipping more firmly into Ken's arms.
They  continued to kiss, and Harry felt Ken's hand slip from her breast,
around behind her. A moment later, she felt a tugging at the back of  her
collar. Ken was unzipping the dress. Harry giggled again. The  tugging
continued, and it slip down to the belt she was wearing.  Ken's hand found
it's way to the front again, and unbuckled the belt.  then it stroked
Harriet's breast again before returned to the zipper.  With her dress
completely unzipped, Harriet sat up, and smiled  demurely at Ken, holding
out her hands. Ken smiled back and reached  around behind her and pulled on
the two halves of the dress, sliding  it forward, and off her arms and top.
Then Harriet stood up and let  Ken slide it down off her hips before
sitting down again, clad now  only in her underwear.  Ken reached out and
cupped her breasts in his hands. "Maybe it wasn't  the dress that was
beautiful," he said. "Oh?" responded Harriet raising an eyebrow. "Mmm-
humh," said Ken as he unclipped her bra, "must be you're  underwear." Ken
slipped the bra down off her shoulders and it joined  her dress on the
floor. "No," he continued as he gazed at Harriet's big  breasts, "no,
that's not it either." "What then?" asked Harriet sweetly. "You, just you,"
said Ken as he stroked her breasts again.  "Me?" asked Harriet, "or my
breasts?" "Those too," said Ken gazing down enthralled as Harriet's nipples
stiffened in his hands. Harriet smiled and leaned forward to unbutton Ken's
shirt, and then  slip it off of him. Then she stood up and swung one leg
over his,  facing away from him. Then, arching her back, she bent over to
pull  off his shoes, thrusting her ass in his face in the process. "Oohhh,
baby!" moaned Ken, and Harriet felt his hands on her ass  stroking her
cheeks, and inner thighs.  Harriet smiled again, as she pulled off Ken's
shoes. "Like what you  see handsome?" "Oh-yeah!" affirmed Ken, slipping his
hand between her legs and  cupping her crotch, causing her to gasp with
pleasure.  Harriet stood there, moaning softly, as Ken gently rubbed her
vulva.  She felt Ken's hands slide over her buttocks and grip her pantyhose
and panties and slowly begin to pull them down. He eased them over  her
hips and down her thighs, until at last she stood before him,  naked. Ken's
fingers began to stroke her vulva again, but this time  there was nothing
in between his hand and Harriet's crotch. She  could feel his fingers
tracing the moist line, slipping in between her  vaginal lips, just a
little of the way. With some effort, she pulled his hand away from her
crotch, and  turned to face him. "Okay, let's get those pants off buster."
she said. She knelt down in  front of him and began to fumble with his
belt. Ken grinned down at  her and reached out to stroke and fondle her
breasts. Harriet gasped  as he pinched her already stiff nipples. Despite
the distraction, she  was able to unbuckle Ken's belt, and unzip his pants.
But then she  paused momentarily unable to concentrate due to the feel of
his  hands on her breasts. It felt so good. Finally, summoning all her will
power she pushed his hands away, and began to tug at his pants and  managed
to get them down to his knees, from there it was easy to  pull them off the
rest of the way. Harry stared down at Ken, he was wearing only his
underwear, and  she could see that he had an erection. She knelt down and
began to  tug at his underwear, a hungry look began to fill her eyes. Off
came  his briefs and for the second time Harry stared at Ken's stiffening
cock.  Harry gazed at Ken's growing erection. There they were, a man and a
woman, naked, and aroused sexually. Harry looked down at herself  for a
second, her big tits filled her view, her nipples were huge and  stiff, and
they tingled. Below that she could see her mons veneris.  What she saw
excited her even more.  She leaned forward pushing apart Ken's knees, and
reached for his  cock. With her breasts brushing against ken's thighs, she
encircled  the head of his penis with her lips and began to lick it with
her  tongue. She pulled even more of it into her mouth by sucking on it,
and leaning further forward. Ken moaned with pleasure. Harry made  her head
go up and down by sucking in and then pulling back, sucking  in, then
pulling back. She was doing it again she realized, she was  sucking a man's
cock, only now she couldn't figure out why she had  thought it strange, why
she had disliked the idea. Ken's cock was stiff and he was breathing in
short sips now. With a  deep gasp, he managed to pull Harry's mouth from
his penis. There  was an audible pop as he did so. Harry knelt there, her
head in his  hands, his cock bobbing inches from her face, gazing up into
Ken's  eyes. She reached out with her long tongue and gave the penis one
final lick. "Easy there sweetheart," gasped Ken. "Save a little something
for  later."  Harry pouted, "if you insist....." "I do, here....." Ken
stood up and pulled Harry up with him, and then led her into what  turned
out to be the bedroom. Ken turned to smile at Harry. "Hop on," He said.
Harry smiled back at him and climbed onto the bed, crawling on all  fours
till she reached the head board. Then she rolled over, and  spread her
legs. Gazing up at Ken, she whispered "hop on," she didn't  even try to
keep the excitement out of her voice. Ken's eyes widened and he scrambled
up onto the bed, and lowered  himself down in between Harry's legs. As Ken
climbed on top of him, Harry came to the realization that he  was about to
make love to a man. Or rather was already making love  to a man, and was in
fact about to have intercourse with him. Not  only that but for the past
several minutes he had been thinking of  himself as a woman. Harry's own
body image of himself had been  female. Dear Lord, thought Harry as he felt
Ken's cock slide between  his thighs, I am a girl! I told him to 'hop on!'
Harry lay there as Ken lowered his body down, feeling the delicious
sensation of flesh against flesh. Ken's knees forced Harry's thighs
further apart, and one hand cupped Harry's left breast. Ken's other  hand
found it's way between Harry's legs to serve as a guide for his  stiff
cock. Harry reached up and gently encircled Ken with his arms.  It's
happening! It's really happening! Thought Harry as he felt the  head of
Ken's hard cock sliding up and down the moist line of his  vulva. Harry
groaned as he felt Ken's cock make it's first tentative thrust  forward,
then it pulled back as Ken paused to adjust the angle.  Harry's nipples
tingled as Ken thrust forward again, a little deeper  this time. Something
was building inside of Harry, something  electric and sexual. Ken pulled
back and thrust again, and again, each  time deeper. With each thrust Harry
felt the feeling of tension  growing. Harry grabbed at Ken's back crushing
Ken to him. Harry felt  Ken's manhood force it's way in further, then out
again, then further,  Harry felt like he was about to explode. With a final
sudden thrust,  Ken rammed his cock the rest of the way into Harry, and she
felt the  hot wave of tension radiate out from her engorged vagina. To
Harry it  seemed like she couldn't breathe, her vaginal muscles tried to
clench  Ken's hot cock as he began to slide it in and out of her. His
manhood  filled her womanhood and made her whole, made her truly a woman.
It was like no sexual experience Harry had ever had before. Ken's  cock was
a piston, pounding into her, and with each thrust she felt  more and more
changed. Every square inch of her skin was alive and  tingling, and every
square inch was female. Harry lay there unable to  even cry out. Within her
crammed vagina, a new feeling was starting  to build, it seemed to be
focused around the nub that was her  clitoris. The feeling grew with each
new thrust of Ken's big cock,  until a shiver of pleasure rippled outwards
from her crotch. Dimly  she realized that this was her first orgasm of the
evening. The other  incredible feelings permeating her body were something
else!  However, with each new orgasm she experienced, the other feeling
faded, and she felt more and more able to move, to respond to the  rhythm
of Ken's body, as she desperately wanted to.  Then suddenly she felt Ken
grow stiff as he lay on top of her, and she  wrapped her arms and legs
around him as tightly as she could. Then  he thrust forward one final time,
going deeper then ever before, and  for the first time in her life, Harry
felt a man ejaculate inside of  her.  With the last pulse of his penis, Ken
began to relax. Harry lay  beneath him, the feeling of Ken's body atop hers
filled her with a  warm lethargy. She could feel his cock slowly softening
inside her.
 
 When Harry awoke the next morning, she felt wonderful. She ran her  hands
over her hips, cupped her breasts, and then stretched her arms  over her
head. Next to her Ken stirred, causing Harry to freeze. Oh my God, thought
Harry, I'm a girl! I'm not just a man wearing a  'woman' costume, I'm
actually female! ....And the man lying next to  me is my lover! My
boyfriend. We actually had intercourse last night.  Harry ran a hand over
the back of her neck and realized that the  little bump which denoted the
zipper of her Woman Skin was gone. I  can't take this thing off anymore,
she thought. I'm going to be a  woman for the rest of my  life!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
