Chapter 1: Max's Dreams
I was working one of my usual shifts at the bar that was close to where I lived, just down the street from me when I received a mysterious package. It was a huge box and sealed up to the point where I would be unable to really open it here at the counter. I decided to set it aside for the time being and get back to work. I had a job to do and wouldn't let this strange package distract me from it.
During my shift, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at the box whenever I had a moment to spare. I had no idea what could be inside, but that thought only made me more and more curious. There was something about it that just felt different from any other package I had ever received before. It was a very long and busy day as it finally came to a close and I said my goodbyes to my two co-workers, Steve and Jim.
They were a couple of handsome college guys and were always good for a laugh or two during my shifts at the bar. I took off my apron and locked up the place behind me before making my way home, still thinking about the mysterious box that sat waiting for me back at my apartment. As I walked through the door, I could feel a new sense of excitement building up inside of me. I wasn't sure why exactly, but I knew that this was something I just had to find out about.
I set it down on the kitchen counter as I called out to my roommate Alex to see if he was still home. He was a great guy, good friend and all, but a real ladies man so it's likely he was out trying to pick up some hottie or another. I didn't mind, I had my own interests to attend to, at least for the time being. I turned my attention back to the big box and ran my fingers over the outer layer, feeling the texture of the paper cardboard and clear packaging tape.
It was quite an intricate and professional job that someone had put together, but I had no idea from whom or why they had sent it to me. The speculations of my fertile imagination went into overdrive as I studied the exterior of the mysterious package. I found a sharp pair of scissors and slowly tried to cut and peel away the tape from the box. My hands were shaking slightly as I became more and more intrigued by the contents that lay hidden within.
Finally, the tape gave way, and I set aside the packaging materials to reveal the source of all my curiosity. I gasped and realized that it was filled with multiple pieces of women's clothing...and not just any kind of women's clothing, but the kind a slutty woman with curves to die for would wear. My heart leapt in my chest as I pulled out each and every garment, feeling the silk and satin slide through my hands.
There were dresses, skirts, blouses, lingerie of every type, and a few pairs of shoes to match. Fuck, there were even a few sex toys like dildos, vibrators and anal plugs. They were all garishly pink, slutty, revealing and something straight out of a bimbo's fantasy wardrobe. I was in heaven, but at the same time I was also nervous that someone knew my secret fantasy and fetish like desires. I quickly gathered them up and took them into my room as I slammed my door too.
I couldn't believe what I was holding, wondering if this was all some kind of a prank or joke my friends were playing on me. I looked through every item with more detail, taking in the size and shape of everything and I was utterly amazed. Every item was designed for the size and measurements of a really busty nympho.
It was like whoever had sent this to me had put quite a lot of thought and effort into the package. I shook my head, unsure of what this all meant. My nerves where still on high alert as I tried to make sense of how I had received such a private and personal delivery. I mean, these items were my very fantasy...I...I always wanted to know what it was like to be a mega busty sex crazed babe.
Although I had never told anyone about this, I was somehow staring at the contents in a box that seemed to indicate someone knew of my secret desires and fantasies. As I dumped out the items onto my dresser I noticed a strange piece of paper that was just as mysterious as the box itself. It was a golden-hued parchment, much like something else I had seen in a book about ancient curses, and it had an inscription in Latin written on it.
"Hic est papyrus transformandi." I muttered to myself, remembering the translated phrase from my history class in school. "This is the paper for transformation." I picked it up and turned it over, then laid it flat on my bed.
There was an illustration of a woman's body on one side, but what caught my eye was the diagram and slight direction on the other side. A shiver ran down my spine as I reached for the enormous mirror I had on my wall and placed the parchment against it. The intricate illustration of a woman's body caught my eye, and my eyes widened as I realized it was anatomically correct, with details I had only dreamed of possessing.
The words below were in English and described how this was a magic parchment that would grant me the true body and persona of my real inner self. I stood there, holding the paper, thinking about the implications of what I was doing. The secret desires that I had kept hidden for so long, the overwhelming urge to feel the curves and contours of womanhood, were suddenly within reach. But could I really do this? Much less, was any of this even real? I mean magic...come on!
I set the paper down on my bed as I folded my arms and thought about this strange and unexpected gift. The opportunity to become everything I had ever wanted to be, it seemed almost too good to be true. Could this be real or was it all some kind of hoax or prank, pulled by someone who knew my secret fantasies? I turned to look at the clock and saw that it was already late, and Alex wouldn't be home for several more hours or so, most likely.
I thought about what the paper and the box represented, and a wave of anticipation washed over me. I was standing in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection and I saw Max, the manly version of myself, standing there and it made me realize that this was it. I had been given the opportunity to truly know what it was like to be a woman. I knew that this was not a prank or a joke, but something that could change my life forever.
My mind finally made up, I stripped off my clothes and looked at my rather impressive male body reflected back at me. I snorted at the fact that I was given a great male body, one that was easy to pick up cute girls with. Yet, I wanted really no part of it in truth. I slowly picked up the parchment of paper and took a deep sigh as I started to read out the strange and ancient Latin words used to cast the so called spell.
I can admit I was nervous at first, but mostly because it was all so unexpected and surreal. I mean, I had never believed in the real magic or mystic, at least not seriously. Hell, I didn't even know if I was doing it correctly, but I kept reading the paper anyway. As I recited each word, I focused my intentions into the paper, drawing energy up from the ground to fill every inch of my body.
Nothing seemed to happen at first, but when I reached the end of the spell, the world around me shimmered and blurred. I could feel a strange energy swirling inside me as I looked in the mirror once more, my eyes widening in shock and wonder at the sight that greeted me. I blinked a few times, trying to process what I was seeing.
It couldn't be... it was impossible. I turned slowly, staring at the reflection in the mirror while the realization of what had happened set in. None of this could be true. I had to be hallucinating, or perhaps I was even dead. I stared in disbelief as my once muscular body and height of 6'4 shrank and receded before me. My shoulders narrowed, hips widened, and my skin became softer, smoother.
I shrank further until I was somewhere around 5'4 and my now feminine body gained a slight toned yet curvy look against my smooth, velvety tanned and hairless skin. My eyes grew wide at the sight of my tiny pecs as they changed into a pair of healthy breasts that started to grow larger and larger. Within seconds, they had become enormous, full of lush curves, and were jiggling with each movement I made.
The longer I stared at them, the more I realized that they felt just as real as the rest of my body. Both were larger than a beach ball and rode high and firm on my tiny torso with long and thick nipples at the end which drove me wild with their incredible sensitivity. The hair on my head also felt a little strange at first, but I quickly realized that my previously light brown locks had turned into long, flowing red hair.
I ran my fingers through it, marveling at the softness and how it cascaded down to my shoulders and slightly past my expanding ass. As I looked down, I saw that my waist, which had previously been slim and athletic, had narrowed significantly and was now small and defined, with a slight flare to my hips. My stomach was sexy and toned with an incredible contrast against my wide and womanly hips followed by my now full and firm perfect feminine ass.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me as I cupped my new exquisite globes, marveling at how real everything felt to me. The magic was real, and so was this new body I had been blessed with. My previously very masculine face transformed into a delicate feminine visage, complete with perfectly thick pink lips that turned into a sexy pout as soon as I saw my new reflection.
I gazed deep into my now sultry and clear blue eyes, viewing every detail of my new appearance, from my tiny upturned nose, long thick eyelashes and the beyond gorgeous 20 year old woman I looked like now. I stared at my now tiny hands and watched as my nails grew to three inches in length and were now painted in a bright bubble-gum shade of pink that was super shiny and polished to perfection.
My heart raced as I drew my hands down over my curves, feeling every inch of myself and reveling in the sensation of being whole and complete. My legs were long and toned to go with my thighs which you would only see on the sexiest of supermodels. I gasped as I could feel my groin beginning to change and transform as well. I felt my cock begin to retract back into my body and the sensation of my balls shrinking inward too.
My erection, once very prominent and capable of filling up any woman that crossed its path, was rapidly dwindling and disappearing. I winced as it slowly reformed into a clitoris that was incredibly sensitive and very erect with pleasure. My lips were thick and soaking wet as my feminine slit appeared and I realized I was no longer a man but a woman now. As I looked at myself in my mirror I realized I wasn't just a woman, I was now a 20 year old sexpot bimbo.
I was now in my true body and it was both scary and amazing at the same time. I think the most shocking thing was how completely natural it all felt - as if I had always been this way. I took a step back, looking at myself from head to toe, marveling at the womanly figure gazing back at me. And yet, there was still that nagging doubt in the back of my mind, wondering if this was all some sort of elaborate prank. I mean, who did I know that could have sent this to me, and why?
I stood there, the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears, trying to process the incredible transformation I had just gone through. I checked my body over and over, pinching myself in disbelief. I was now Lacey, the 20-year-old bimbo that I had always secretly wanted to be. I felt the softness of my skin, the curves of my hips and the weight of my enormous breasts. It was all so unreal.
"Lacey? Where did the name Lacey come from?" I thought to myself as I continued to stare at my now hyper feminine body.
I couldn't understand why I had decided on Lacey, but it just seemed to fit - like it was the name I had always been destined to have. Lacey... it rolled off the tongue easily and to me, seemed perfectly appropriate for a bimbo like me. Wait...I wasn't a bimbo...I mean I looked like one, but just because I was a hot and sexy woman with massive tits didn't mean I was crazy for cock. You know....hard...thick...yummy cock that would squirt delicious cum.
I shook my head as my thoughts started to drift at the mere thought of my new sexual desires, trying to refocus on my current situation. Sexual images of handsome men with muscles and massive dicks invaded my thoughts as I tried to
shove them aside. But I couldn't, as I stood there caressing and playing with my large, luscious breasts, unable to resist the temptation any longer.
I let out a moan of pleasure as my nipples grew harder and more sensitive than ever before, begging for attention. Fuck, I needed to cum, right now. My hand flew to my slit, rubbing hard against my clit, desperate for release. I closed my eyes, letting out another gasp as the waves of pleasure coursed through my body, overwhelming me. I could barely think straight, let alone remember where I was or what I had been doing previously.
All that mattered was the feeling of my fingers working magic on my throbbing clit, the sensation of my nipples being pinched and twisted by my other hand, and the feeling of absolute ecstasy that threatened to consume me. I rocked my hips, thrusting them forward to meet my fingers as they worked me over with a precision that would rival any professional sex toy. I moaned loudly, feeling the tension in my body building up to the point of no return.
I laid on my bed, my massive tits propping me up as I reached back to continue fingering my hot and juicy snatch. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever want to cum like this, but with my new body and identity as Lacey, I suddenly craved cock with a hunger so immense that it consumed me. I bit down on my lower lip as my muffled moans filled the room.
The thought of tasting and sucking on a big dick into my mouth, making it soar with pleasure, was all I could focus on. My fingers moved faster, plunging into my cunt with the desperation of a woman deprived of sexual attention for far too long. The climax built up inside of me, and I cried out, thrashing my head back and forth as the orgasm consumed me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasped, my entire body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.
My pussy clenched around my fingers, milking and pulling at them as I felt every inch of my body in a climatic bliss. A deep moan left my lips as I threw my head back, my body convulsing with pleasure. I had never experienced such intensity as this, and it was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. I closed my eyes, feigning a momentary calm, but inside I was frantic. I literally desired cock, thick and yummy cock, and I needed to feel it inside of me as soon as possible.
My thinking became foggy and hazy as thoughts and memories of a life a Lacey begin to replace my old ones. I was frightened at first but then I realized that this is what I wanted. To experience the full beauty of my newfound sexuality, and for the first time, I truly felt at peace with my new identity as Lacey. I was no longer Max but a true woman, a true bimbo woman who was...really hawt and like, so needed cock to make her feel good and like, reminder her she was Lacey now!
I giggled as I like, looked around and tied to think about how I was gonna get me some big cock in me. I was like, just about to get up and get dressed when I totally heard a knock at my door. I mean, I wasn't expecting anyone and I was still like, tingling all over from my orgasm. I giggled and like, told them to come in as I soon realized that the person who entered would like, change my life forever.