Chapter 3: Rising Action
The silence of the small, secluded Mother's Room settled around me like a shroud as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the velvet pouch. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly untied the leather string and opened the purse.
My breath caught in my throat as I saw the single long, thin strand of light-colored hair nestled inside. I had found the hair on the blazer of Katie White, the young woman who I had decided to transform into in order to ask Jody about her true feelings for me.
Katie was a 29-year-old woman, about 5'6" tall and 145 lbs, with long, wavy, light brown hair, small, squinty eyes, a round face with slightly chubby cheeks, and slightly olive-toned skin. She had the typical lithe body of a younger woman, with average feminine curves in her lean lower body and waist. Her genetics had put all their chips on the table when it came to her chest, however, as Katie sported all-natural 34DDD-sized boobs. She often kept them under wraps, however, with button-up blouses and layered outfits. Although she was usually conservative in her attire at the office, she had a big smile and an inviting personality that made her approachable and likeable, and it made her a natural at sales.
Katie worked in sales with upper management and often spent a lot of time around Jody both in and outside of work. That made her a good target for me.
I could easily pretend to be her, and Katie was close enough to Jody that I could ask her whatever I wanted without seeming suspicious.
The day before, Katie had stopped in early in the morning. I was eating breakfast ans the time so she stopped and we chatted and flirted before she went off to her morning meeting, leaving her navy blue blazer hanging on the coat rack. With nobody around the area at that time of day, it was almost too good of an opportunity.
I held the thin blazer on the hanger out in front of me and started quickly looking it over inside and out for one of Katie's long strands of hair.
I felt like a pervert, analyzing her clothing for any signs that could lead me to genetic gold, but this was necessary. Luck was on my side and I found one hair, clinging to the silky inner lining of the tail of the blazer. I pulled it off of the blazer, held it up briefly for inspection, then wrapped it around my finger like thread around a bobbin before returning to my breakfast in the breakroom.
Fast forward on day and here I was, standing in the locked quiet Mother's Room with Katie's hair strand in between the fingers of one hand and one of Emma's potion vials in my other hand. Men technically weren't allowed in the Mother's Room, but nobody usually passed by the room anyway, and it had its own lockable door. If everything went according to plan, I thought, there would soon be a woman, not a man, standing in this room anyway.
Shortly after locking myself in the mothers room I had taken off my work clothes, leaving my black polyester polo, khaki work pants, brown leather belt, and boots together in a clump on the floor. I now stood in the middle of the room in only my tight dark green boxer briefs. If this did work and my body was transformed I wanted to see the changes.I gently uncorked the small glass vial and held it up for a better view of its contents in the fluorescent light. The liquid inside was shimmering a translucent, luminous green, as if charged with some supernatural energy. My heart raced with excitement, my mind consumed with thoughts of Jody. I imagined her soft lips against my ear as she whispered the truth. My hands trembled as I brought the vial down to the hair, my resolve to see this through unwavering.
I held the vial steady as I pinched the end of the strand of hair and held it in front of me. It was thin, not coarse like my own hair, and it was about 18" long. I paused for a moment while I tried to remember if Katie's hair was actually that long, but I didn't see her often enough to remember. I slowly lowered the strand into the green potion.
The shimmering liquid immediately began fizzing like alka seltzer. As I lowered the hair further it didn't turn red, as Jody's hair had with Emma's potion earlier. Instead the potion turned increasingly darker green, until it was an opaque forest green. The potion also increased in viscosity, and by the time I let the last bit of the hair strand into the potion the liquid was thick like syrup. I had never seen anything quite like it before, even in chemistry class back in high school.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I brought the hair-infused potion to my lips. I didn't know what it would taste like but I didn't chance smelling it in case it smelled badly and curbed my resolve.
I looked up and quickly examined the reflection of my body in the mirror above the small sink. My dedication in the gym and exogenous testosterone that I had been taking for months had grown and hardened my muscles and made me more vascular, and I was proud of the strong, lean, masculine body that I saw in the mirror.
I was grateful to have the physique that I had because I knew that not many men my age could boast of having such a well-defined body, including a big and firm ass, a lean core, and wide shoulders.
I looked down at my briefs and the hard tip of my circumcised cock tenting them outwards. I glanced back up at my face, took a deep breath in and out, and said to myself "Go time", then proceeded to tilt my head back and tip the vial into my open mouth.
I closed my eyes as I swallowed the thick syrup, the bitter taste of the potion making me grimace, like I had just swallowed a thick spoonful of cherry Robitussin. The heavy feeling of the thick fluid coated my throat as I took it down, and a weird smell tickled my nostrils, almost like an acrid combination of burnt hair and cheap perfume. After I had swallowed every drop of the potion, I gave a few good shakes of my head and opened my watery eyes, ready to face the consequences.
I could feel the thick, syrupy substance making its way down my throat, coating my insides with its bitter taste and strange smell. I closed my eyes again, searching my body for any odd sensations, and I waited for something to happen.
I didn't have to wait for long.
Almost immediately, I could feel a tingling sensation all over my body, starting at the tips of my fingers and toes and working its way up to my chest and head. It was a strange, almost ticklish feeling, and I couldn't help but giggle as it grew stronger and more intense.
I felt a warm flush spreading across my face and chest, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
My skin began to feel tight, like it was being stretched over my bones, and I could feel a strange pulsing sensation in my temples. I opened my eyes and looked down at my body, expecting to see some kind of visible change. But at first, nothing seemed to have happened. I was still just a man, standing in the middle of a small room with my bare chest heaving and my cock still hard in my briefs.
But then I felt it.
My cock, still hard in my green briefs, was starting to shrink. I looked down in alarm and saw my tented boxers becoming flatter, the outline of the tip of my penis fading into the fabric. As it did, I felt my balls shrinking and rising up into my body. I pulled the front of my boxers out and saw that my dick was still firm and erect but its size was still rapidly shrinking.
I watched as the tip of my hard cock was quickly receding into its foreskin, and my testicles and nutsack were pulling tighter into my perineum, as if they were trying to press through it and enter my lower abdomen.
I was suddenly distracted from my disappearing genitals as my chest began feeling heavy and constricted, like a corset was tightening around it. My breathing grew shallow, and I could feel my lungs gasping for breath. I glanced up at myself in the mirror and could tell that I had shortened by a couple inches already, and I saw that the muscles on my chest had started to soften and droop, a prelude to the loss of my masculine physique. I cupped my normally firm pecs with my hands and tried to tense them, but all I felt was the soft, doughy, fatty flesh that was quickly replacing the muscles. I noticed that the few hairs on my chest and stomach were also noticeably thinner, and some had already disappeared completely.
I slid my hands down and ran them across my stomach, feeling the increasing feminine softness of my skin and the lack of muscle tone that was once there in my abs. I felt like I was wearing a costume that was quickly falling apart.
My dick had now shrunk to about the size of a baby carrot and was buried within its own foreskin. I reached into my boxers to feel for my testicles, but they had sucked completely into my groin, taking my ballsack with them.
The area where my testicles used to hang from now felt soft, delicate, and sensitive. My dick had now fully disappeared into its foreskin and was now approximately the size of a large marble. I couldn't see it anymore, but I knew it was there because I could feel it throbbing and pulsing in my groin. I touched it briefly with the tip of my finger and it seemed to twitch, almost like a reflex.
I groaned as a dull ache suddenly spread through my lower abdomen, followed by the continuous sloshing and gurgling sounds of my stomach and lower intestine area as they rearranged to make room for a new internal organ that I'd never had as a man.
I looked down and saw my soft lower belly starting to distend and push slightly outward as my pelvis expanded and womanly fat filled in. I could feel my center of gravity shifting downward, my weight now settling more in my hips and thighs. I placed my hands on the outside of my hip bones and felt my skeletal system making adjustments below my waist, growing my hips outward into a wider, more feminine structure.
I reached my hands around to my ass, which was once a source of pride for me with its firmness and muscularity. To my disappointment but not surprise, it felt like it had shrank and no longer rigidly protruded between my lower back and upper thighs. My smaller, softer, and more jiggly ass now filled out the backside of my briefs in a very different way. I felt the flesh of my ass jiggle slightly as I moved my hands down and felt my hips and thighs. I was surprised to feel slight curves in my thighs that I never had before, as the potion redistributed my weight into the rapidly developing feminine regions of my body.
The ache in my lower abdomen wasn't subsiding, either; if anything, it was getting stronger.
I could feel something moving and shifting inside me, like a plant growing and stretching its roots throughout my pelvic region. I could feel my insides being rearranged, remapped, and repurposed, and I could feel my body being reshaped and remolded, like a lump of clay being molded and shaped by an invisible sculptor.
I moaned softly as I felt a warm sensation spreading around my groin. I opened my shrinking, shortening legs to a wider stance and rolled my boxer briefs down to see my crotch. I was met with the sight of a nearly hairless, mounded crotch. My newly forming vulva was covered in soft, smooth skin, of which I could barely make out the outer labia, also covered in the same smooth, porcelain-like skin. I could only imagine what my outer labia was going to look like after it fully developed since I could hardly see them yet.
With the small sound of suctioned air my inner labia parted slightly and my uterus opened up to the world. I could feel my inner vaginal walls stretching and thinning until they stopped at the wide, inviting opening of my labia majora. My penis had finished receding into my body and had transformed into a clitoris, now fully formed and sensitive. It protruded from my pubic mound, and I could feel its warmth against my hand. My new sex felt soft and tender, unlike the rigid, unyielding firmness of my old cock. My pussy lips were slightly parted, revealing the glistening wetness of my new feminine depths. I could feel my heart beating faster, and my nipples hardened. I looked down and marveled at my transformation. I was now a woman.
But which woman? I glanced at my reflection again and did a double take as I noticed that my height had shortened by at least six more inches, putting me around 5 feet and 6 inches tall, and I was still getting shorter. Katie couldn't have been shorter than 5'6" I thought, so what the hell was happening? I looked down at my body again and felt my new, softer, pudgy belly that was now taking shape, as well as the developing mounds on my chest. Who was I becoming?
With a slight itchiness my short hair had started lengthening and was turning lighter. My facial hair was now completely gone, and as I looked at my face it the mirror it was pulsing and moving as my features started transforming. As my chin and brow line shrank and my face rounded out, I felt like I was starting to recognize it.
The itchiness on my head increased and I could feel my scalp stretching, and my hair was getting longer and softer with each passing second. I reached up to touch my hair and found it hanging down below my ears. And it was blonde. I quickly tried to think of all the blonde coworkers that I worked with as my hair continued to grow, but soon my transforming facial features gave away who's hair strand it actually was that I used.
With a burst of recognition, I grimaced at my reflection in the mirror. The face staring back at me was slowly becoming that of my 31 year old white, somewhat pudgy coworker Macy.
Macy was a somewhat stern controller at the company Autocam. The subtle wrinkles slowly forming around my eyes were definitely Macy's, as was the slightly upturned nose and rounder jaw line.
I watched as my features continued to shift and change, my Adam's apple receding and my neck widening slightly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to abandon the disappointment that I wasn't going to grow the huge boobs that Katie had. I looked down and saw that my smaller sagging chest now looked definitively feminine, like a pubescent teens. My nipples had enlarged and my areolas had doubled in size. I reached up and touched them gingerly, feeling their firmness and the little bumps that were forming around them.
I turned sideways and looked at my side profile in the mirror. I was in the final stages of my transformation and now looked like a slightly disproportionate Macy, with shorter hair, smaller boobs, and an inch or two of extra height. I suddenly felt excited and smirked, feeling turned on to see Macy smirking back at me in the mirror. Macy wasn't overall very attractive but I had always been a little smitten with her no-nonsense attitude and her bright blonde hair.
I felt a strange sensation in my new pussy as I ran one hand through my longer blonde hair and pinched a nipple with the other, feeling it harden on my now B cup-sized breasts.
I couldn't believe what had just happened - I had transformed into Macy, thanks to a potion I had brewed with what I thought was Katie White's hair.
But as I stood there in the small, secluded Mother's Room, I realized that the potion had worked, but not in the way I had intended.
I rotated my body around and grabbed my new ass and stared at it in the mirror, jiggling it up and down and spreading my cheeks to see my anus. "This is... amazing," I said aloud, and sure enough Macy's higher-pitched feminine timbre flowed from my vocal cords and out my mouth.
My new body was surrounded by curves and softer angles, and I marveled at the feeling of my breasts and hips. I could feel the new shape of my ass, now covered in a thin layer of soft, smooth skin. I jiggled it again, mesmerized by the way it moved.
I decided to explore my new body further and sat down on the small couch in the Mother's Room. I spread my legs and admired the sight of my freshly shaven pussy. I reached down and carefully touched myself, feeling the warmth and wetness between my legs.
My fingers glided effortlessly over my pussy lips, and I moaned softly at the sensation. I circled my clit with my thumb, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me. I leaned my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, giving in to the feeling.
My new body was so responsive, and I marveled at the sensitivity of my nipples and clit. I was already starting to become aroused, and I could feel the heat building in my lower belly.
Overcome with urges, I suddenly bunched four of my small fingers together and crammed them inside myself, gasping at the feeling. I felt inside my pussy that Macy was certainly no virgin.
I kept moving my hand further, the heel of my palm pressing into my clit and making me moan. As I started finger-fucking myself and moving my hand in and out, I felt my soft and flabby upper arms slap against the side of my chest. This only turned me on more.
I let out a loud moan. I felt so fucking good having these fingers inside me, stretching my pussy, exploring my new snatch from within. I wondered how many cocks had slid in and out of where my hand was now... all of Macy's former lovers.
I spread my labia and stuck one of my now smaller, feminine, painted-tip fingers up my ass. I had to admit, it felt weird but also so fucking good.
I curled my finger in my ass and pressed on the wall separating my rectum and my pussy, feeling the hot, pulsating pleasure from my anal cavity meeting the same slickness from my pussy.
I moved my hips back and forth, grinding my clit into the heel of my palm. I could feel my body building up to the edge, ready to plunge into the depths of ecstasy.
I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and ass and stuck them in my mouth, tasting the sweet and salty mixture that was mine. "And now for the finale..." I said in Macy's voice, dripping with lust as if I wanted nothing more in life. I started rubbing my clit faster and faster, and as I did my hips gyrated and my legs opened, almost on their own.
I moaned loudly, not caring who heard me. I didn't care that I was in the Mother's Room, I didn't care that people could potentially walk by and hear me, I didn't care that my new pussy was wetting the couch I was sitting on and that I was going to have to deal with that later. All I cared about at that moment was the pleasure coursing through my body, increasing in intensity and power.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned, as my orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave. I could feel every muscle in my body tightening as I came, my new pussy clenching around my fingers and sending waves of pleasure pulsing through me.
I rode out my orgasm, my hips still moving as my hand continued to circle my clit. I could feel my pussy juices coating my fingers, slick and warm and sticky. Breathing heavily, I stood up and evaluated the final product that looked back at me in the mirror.
I had never really been into Macy, mostly because of her stern personality, but the way I looked now, my normal male self would have definitely been turned on. Staring back at me in the mirror was a perfect copy of short and stout Macy, completely naked, with my long blonde hair sticking to my slightly sweaty shoulders and back and that sexy "I just orgasmed" look on my face. I grabbed my full B-cup boobs and looked over my body, noticing every detail. There was now short blonde hair stubble leading into my now vacant groin. My arms had become weak and flabby in a feminine way. My smaller nose felt slightly different to breath through and as I moved my tongue around my mouth I noticed that it also felt slightly different, due to my entirely different facial structure and DNA.
As I observed my body, the different color of my cluster of clothes on the floor caught my eye. I picked them up, looking at them with a mixture of fascination and confusion, as clearly the potion had transformed my clothes into Macy's clothes.
Macy worked in the office areas and always wore form fitting office attire, in contrast to the industrial outfits that I wore for my sometimes dirty job. I held up what I guessed was previously my black polo shirt, which had now been transformed into a slightly loose black sleeveless silk blouse with lace around the neckline. Under the blouse lay a padded black 34B Victoria's Secret push-up bra and black cotton panties.
I examined the cups of the bra then wrapped it around my lower torso to clasp it. I clasped it backwards for ease then rotated it around my torso like I'd always seen my girlfriend do. I pulled my soft mammaries up and into position in each cup, filling and lifting my breasts to small cleavage and making them appear slightly bigger.
I slipped the blouse over my head, feeling the cool silk against my body. I was surprised at how well it fit. I stepped into the black panties and pulled them up over my newly feminine hips, the waistband snug against soft flesh. The material was thin and I could feel my ass and pussy through the fabric as I moved.
I looked at myself in the mirror, checking out my body again. The black panties hugged my round ass, and my camel toe was clearly visible through the thin material.
I adjusted the lacy top of my new bra so that the lace kissed the top of my small cleavage, then I turned to my pants.
I knew that my work pants couldn't magically turn into a skirt, but I was surprised to find that they had become a pair of light blue high-waisted jean leggings. I pulled them on and they hugged my hips and thighs tightly, almost like a second skin. The material was stretchable, but it still felt uncomfortable against my softer skin.
Underneath my pants the magic had transformed my boots into women's basic black slip on shoes, and I also found a pair of round eyeglasses and small, thick gold hoop earrings. I put all of the accessories on my body then admired the final product in the mirror.
I couldn't believe how realistic my new appearance was - I looked exactly like Macy, right down to the smallest details. My heart raced as I imagined what would happen if anyone else saw me like this.
I was slightly aroused by the idea of being caught in my new body. I couldn't help but feel like I was living on the edge, like I was daring someone to discover my secret. I knew that if anyone found out, I would be in deep trouble, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. With the transformation complete, I opened the door to the mothers room and headed out into the office.
The first two differences that I noticed were how short I was and how many more stares I was getting as a woman. I had gone from being a six-foot-two tall man to a mere five-foot-three woman, and my new legs and hips swayed awkwardly under my updated workwear as I tried to adjust to my new center of gravity and shorter appendages. I used to grab people's attention just by coming into a room, but now I was garnering curious looks from both men and women just by walking down the hallway.
I felt an unfamiliar flirtatious energy while exchanging smiles and glances with the men on the factory floor that didn't approach me the same way when I was Andrew. Every man that I passed was taller than me, usually much taller, and I had to look upwards more to see their faces.
"Oh there you are!" I heard Katie White's voice behind me.
I spun around to face her, embarrassed that I had been caught daydreaming and walking so slowly. I quickly adjusted my posture, standing up straight and putting my manicured hands on my hips in a feminine way.
"Hey, Katie," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What's up?"
"Well it's Friday afternoon, and we gotta figure out what we're doing tonight." Katie said. "I'm not having another boring weekend Macy. You gotta take me out with you!" Katie said insistently.
Her eyes sparkled and I could tell she had been looking forward to this weekend for a while. I couldn't say I blamed her, I had been feeling a little trapped in my daily routine lately too.
"Okay, okay," I said, smiling. "Let's go out and have some fun. But we're not going to just any old place, I want to take you someplace special. Do you trust me?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
Katie looked at me for a moment, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Of course, Macy. I trust you."
I grinned back at her. "Good. Because I know just the place. It's a little... unconventional, but I think you'll love it."