A New Life by Caleb Jones
A story written around still photos from a Spanish film "Pon Un Hombre En Tu Vida"
I woke up that fateful morning unaware of what had happened to me until
I reached up to wipe some of the gunk that had formed in my eyes
overnight. My eyes felt funny to my fingers. Strange... The lashes seemed thicker,
and the eyebrows were much thinner. I reached up with my other hand and felt
around my face in shock!
To my utter horror, I had no more beard! My chin was a soft as a baby's
bottom, to quote the TV commercial. And I could see much too long,
curly brown hair that I had never had on my head as I frantically looked from
side to side at the unfamiliar room I was in. As my hands roamed my
unfamiliar face, my elbows bumped into soft flesh on my chest, and then I knew.
Like I said, I was in a state of shock, but the physical clues were becoming
too immense to ignore. There was no way what my mind was telling me about
the changes in my body could possibly be true!
My hands flew to assure me that my family jewels were still intact, but
I was robbed!
Nothing! There was nothing there. Well, there was something there but
it was hardly comparable to the many inches of manly flesh that I no longer
possessed! I jumped out of bed and ran into a bathroom where I had seen
a mirror, doing my best to ignore the unfamiliar sensations I felt as two
new body parts bounced around my chest and more familiar parts failed to do
so by their shocking absence between my legs!
My god! A beautiful girl in a flimsy slip was reflected back at me in
the mirror instead of my own male body!
I covered my face hoping to wipe out this nightmare and start my day
over right as a man, but she was still there when I looked again.
I felt like crying, but instead I grabbed a shirt and pair of pants that
were draped over a chair and pulled them over the strange body I now wore.
The shirt buttons were all on the wrong side but I finally managed to get
them all buttoned. Operating thinner fingers and longer nails didn't make
dressing this body any easier. The pants were quite tight but they fit around my
wide new rear end and hips. I quickly zippered and secured the button on the
pants. I knew there was no way to get a wallet into the pockets,
however. Nor did I see one. I did see a purse, though. I assumed it belonged to
the body I now had, and grabbed it.
All I needed was shoes and I could go find out what happened to my real
body. As I had woken up and looked over the strange room, I had realized it
was the same hotel I had been staying at. Several signs on the door and the
towels in the bathroom had confirmed my observations.
I swore under my breath, not yet willing to actually hear my voice since
I was certain it would be the voice of a woman and not my own. I swore
because I could only find two pairs of shoes. One had at least three inch heels,
and I would rather go barefoot than wear those spike-like things. The other
pair looked like a more normal pair of shoes but the heel was pretty thick,
at least two inches thicker than any heel my feet had ever walked around
with before. But then, these weren't really my feet now, were they? My feet
were now a lot smaller as were the shoes. In fact, my whole body seemed a
lot shorter to me now. I slipped my feet into the shoes and headed to the
door with the purse in my right hand. I stopped by a bra which was lying on
the floor. Normally that would have meant I had scored with a girl last
night, but now it was something I might have to wear. The bouncing flesh of my
chest was something I had tried to ignore. It seemed to be a natural movement
of the body, like the altered way I realized I had been walking with the
wider hips I now owned. It didn't hurt me to bounce a bit apparently, and I
didn't seem to really need the bra urgently, since my new...breasts ... seemed
to stick out quite nicely without any artificial aid. I threw it into the
purse in case I changed my mind later as I learned more about the needs of the
female flesh I found myself immersed in.
I took the elevator and ignore the snickers of two women who openly
chided me for being unkempt. Like I cared if my hair was uncombed. And I
certainly wasn't going to wear any makeup, like they rudely suggested. I was
about to tell them that the way I looked wasn't any of their business when the
elevator reached my floor and I ran out towards my room. I got to my door and
paused.
What would I find in the room beyond... My body, occupied by the
confused woman who's body I was stuck inside of, or perhaps myself, with my own mind inside, wondering if the woman claiming to be him was mad.
I knocked on the door. It opened and I saw ... myself! My body stopped
yawning and started to scream as it apparently identified with the
female figure I presented in the doorway. I grabbed his mouth to quiet him and
did my best to pull him to the bathroom mirror. Luckily, she- or rather,
he- was in shock, or my now weaker body wouldn't have been able to move my
former body around since it towered over me by at least half a foot and outweighed the new me by fifty pounds or more. We both stared at the mirror, shocked to be inside of the wrong body in the reflected image. It just looked so
wrong to both of us!
I told her what I had figured out, which wasn't a whole lot. After a
while, she stopped being shocked and realized she was a man to me and the rest
of the world for now. She told me that I couldn't go around looking like I did
as long as I represented her to the world. She insisted we go back to her
room so she could make me look more suitable.
I must admit that, by now, I was beginning to respond to some of the
feminine hormones running around in her body. The thought of looking nicer had
an unfamiliar appeal to it. After we got back to the room I had woken up
in, she pulled out a green dress from the closet and told me to put it on. I
started for the bathroom, until I realized she had seen everything I now had a
million times. If anything, I should be the one to not see this body while it
was getting dressed, but that wouldn't work. I had to be there until I got
my real body back. And I needed her help for now, since I knew nothing
about dressing a female body. "I knew it..." she said as I unbuttoned the
shirt and my breasts were freed. She handed me a bra and a pair of panties to put
on. She had to help me with the bra, though. It is a lot harder to put one
on your own body than it is to watch a woman take one off. Then she helped
me into the dress and zipped it up for me. She combed my hair and put some
lip gloss on my lips. Then she did some things to my eyes and face.
Finally she hung two earrings from my ears. I certainly looked like a woman, I
thought as I looked in the mirror at my new face.
I stared in amazement at the beautiful woman staring back at me in the
mirror. She was me! I ran my fingers down my body and they finally stopped on
my ass. It seemed a bit big for my tastes, but I was beginning to wonder if my
tastes were the same now that I was so different from before. He noticed my
hands on my rear and told me that from his new perspective my rear looked just
fine. In fact, he told me that if he ever got his body back, he wouldn't ever
worry about whether the "T"s or the "A''s were too big or too small ever
again. He know knew they were perfect. My figure was perfect. I blushed! I did
look great in this dress, I thought.
As I admired my new self in the mirror, I began to notice how good
looking my original body was. Without realizing it, I suddenly knew I had been
flirting with my old body since I got to the room. My new body was getting
excited and I didn't know how to stop it. It wanted to touch my old body. It
wanted to be held in those strong masculine arms I had so recently lost. What's
more, she, or rather he, knew it too. Perhaps he felt the same need. Or
maybe she was unable to resist her male hormones anymore than I was able to resist the urges of my own body anymore.
I sat down on the bed, stunned. I watched in admiration as my former
body took off his shirt and pants and joined me on the bed.
I was a little upset. It hadn't been as nice as when I was a guy. I
didn't even experience an orgasm. He assured me that my body was quite capable
of pleasure, and promised to spend the rest of the day showing me how to
achieve it. I can assure you that for both of us, that day eventually proved to
be a unique experience. It didn't take me too long to learn my lessons, but
I insisted on more courses and higher education. A few weeks later, we
were married.
