The
Man who Grew Tits!
by Charlz
WARNING!! For ADULTS ONLY!!
These stories contain material of an adult, explicit sexual nature.
If you are uncomfortable reading material of this kind, then DO NOT READ IT.
Have you ever heard the saying “be careful of what you wish for because it may come true”? The story you are about to hear may be so incredibly unbelievable but I warn you strange things happen in this world every day and all I have to say is “be careful of what you wish for because it may come true”.
It all happened last summer when Amanda, the love of my life, and I went to a party thrown by Amanda’s cousin. Her cousin’s name is Emily. Emily was quite attractive. Not super model beautiful but pretty and had a very outgoing personality. She made a person feel comfortable right away. The other guests were all women which was okey dokey with me. Being a fond admirer of the opposite sex. The other women were Meagan, Anna, and this “out there” chick whom they called “Gypsy”. Gypsy made the claim that she could make wishes come true and if I had a wish to just let her know and she would use her powers. Well, I couldn’t resist the set up here so I blurted out “ I have this certain appendage that could sure use another 5 inches added to it”. Everyone laughed then Amanda look at me and then down to my crotch and said “why Josh, that would give you a full 6 inches”. “Veryfuckinfunny”, I retorted but she wasn’t that far off. Being the only dick in the house the girls started teasing me a little but only in healthy fun. There was a lot of chick talk going on about new outfits they bought, funky shoes, douching. Please spare me. But they didn’t. They started feeling comfortable with me and called me “girlfriend”. Then they started calling me Josie instead of Josh. “Hey Josie, I’ll bet you wish you knew how it felt to be a girl, don’t you.” You wish you knew what it feels like with silky nylons on caressing your legs and how it feels to have boobs don’t you?” I think that I shocked them when I said that I actually have toyed with the fantasy. Megan then said “Hey Gypsy, you have a customer.” Before I knew it we were all gathered in a circle Séance style except for Emily. The lights were completely turned off. We were instructed to remain totally silent and to concentrate on my wish but not to say a word. Then Emily chanted “Josh, Josh, grow long brown curls, we wish for Josh to be a girl, be-gone his hairy muscled chest, in place are firm round perky breasts, he’s tired of looking like a jock, it’s time for him to loose his cock.” Then everyone chanted “Josh, Josh your tiny dick will be not missed when you’re a chick”. Josh, Josh your tiny dick will be not missed when you’re a chick. Josh, Josh your tiny dick will be not missed when you’re a chick.” The phrase was repeated about seven times.
During that time, while still pitch dark, Emily quickly put on me one of her brown wigs and stuffed socks up my shirt. The lights were quickly turned on and everyone howled including myself. I soon dewigged and deboobed myself but as I sat there I began to fanticize about what it would be like to be a girl. Would it be as glamorous as I would imagine. Pedicures, hair appointments, clothes shopping, wearing teasing clothing, wearing wild makeup. I always though that girls had a lot of fun with their breasts pushing them in and out and up and padding them and showing cleavage. But maybe that’s just the way a man thinks. After the party was over Amanda and I departed and quickly went to bed. I was awoken very early in the morning by a loud shriek. I turned to Amanda and saw terror in her eyes as she stared at me. Again, another loud shriek.. I said “Amanda, please calm yourself. What the hell’s the matter.” Unable to speak she point towards my chest and just pants. I look down at myself and then I shrieked. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and had this confused look on my face as I thought to myself, “did that sound come from me?” I couldn’t believe what I saw. I had boobs. Real, kinda perky, not too big but plenty round, honest to goodness girl’s boobs. Amanda and I both looked at each other, not saying a word, but with our eyes asking each other what to do. Finally I spoke. “Ummm… does Gypsy usually make this type of thing happen”? Amanda said she does have a good track record with her wish come true thing but nothing ever like this has happened. Amanda picked up the phone to dial Gypsy to tell her what had happened when I let out another loud shriek. I always hated it when girls did that and now I’m doing it. The object of my shrieking was that my eyes had just journeyed down my body a little more and discovered that “Sparky” was gone. If “Sparky” didn’t actually leave, one thing I know for certain is that he definitely wasn’t at home. In his place was a neatly manicured little vulva complete with labia, and clitoris. OK! I think I got more than I bargained for. I didn’t just get a set of tits but an entire woman’s body. Hell, if I knew Gypsy was for real I would have really wished for a bigger dick. After conversing with Gypsy over the phone, Amanda had some comforting news. She said that Gypsy’s spells or whatever you want to call them, are only short term. Nothing ever lasted more than 36 hours. “So” she said, “why don’t we have some breakfast…girlfriend”. Then we both kind of laughed partly because of the strangeness of the situation and partly as an outlet sign of relief. I mean, if this was permanent I could actually say “I don’t have a think to wear” and mean it. Amanda threw on her pink terry cloth robe and pink scuffs and we went to the kitchen to eat. She was frying some eggs, glanced at me, and broke up laughing. “Now girlfriend” she said, “or should I call you Josie? Aren’t you going to put anything on.” I said that I was still getting used to my new body. I said that I always envied women because they could look at their naked body whenever they wanted. Whenever I would glance down at myself I felt like a voyier and that I was looking at someone else. It felt so strange. Amanda once again asked me if I was going to get dressed. She said that I could wear some of her things. Not readily admitting this to anyone, I was all too familiar with Amanda’s clothes in a way that a man probably should not be. During some of our bedroom games we would crossdress. Amanda is only about two inches shorter than myself so I could very comfortably fit into most of her clothes except her shoes. She’s wears a size 8 ½ shoe and I take a size 10 or 11 in a women’s size. After breakfast Amanda volunteered to do some shoe shopping for me while I find something to wear. I thought that this would also give me some private time to explore my new body. As soon as Amanda left I went straight to the full length mirror in the bedroom to check myself out. I don’t know if women do this or not but I first gave myself the once over then I cupped my breasts in my hands, pushed them up, flopped them around, turned sideways for a profile view then turned my back to the mirror and coyly turned my head to the mirror with my flowing hair over one shoulder. Then I lifted one arm over my head exposing an erect nippled breast. I then ran my hand up and down my legs, thighs and stomach in awe of the smoothness of my skin. I then got a hand mirror from the dresser, propped it against a pillow, sat back on the bed, then spread my legs for a self examination. After being mezmerized by the fact that I had a pussy I just started to play silly games with it. I don’t know what got me started and I’m glad no one saw me but I kind of held the outer lips with my fingers and formed them into a mouth and started making motions with it as though it was talking to me. I turned my vulva into a puppet. Vulva: “well girlie, what do you want to do today?” Me: “I really don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think about it.” Vulva: “I can make a few suggestions.” Me: “Like what?” Vulva: “LET’S GO SHOPPING!!!” Me: “That sounds like fun but not too practical. You see, you’ll be gone in a little while and Sparky will be back.” Vulva: “Do you know what your problem is? You think too much like a man. You have to be adventurous. Don’t think about tomorrow because today you are SUPERCHICK.” Me: “OK! Shop for what.” Vulva: “You still don’t get it. You don’t shop for anything. You just SHOP. You try on skirts, dresses, tops, lingerie, and when you get tired you sit down and try on shoes. Some of these things you may even buy but not until you try on everything in the entire mall.” Me: “It sounds like you have to train for it.” Vulva: “You’ll get used to it.” I then took my hands off my pussy lips contemplating this unique situation. Here I am, sitting alone on a bed, totally naked, and having a somewhat intelligent conversation with my cunt while I’m watching it in a mirror. I must me going crazy. I pulled out one of Amanda’s little slightly padded push up bras from her drawer and proceeded to imprison my boobs in them. I found out that there is quite an art to putting your tits into a bra. I’ve seen Amanda do it a few times but actually trying it myself was quite another thing. Once I hooked the contraption rotated it around my carriage I lifted each boob into it’s container then put on the straps. Then I adjusted each breast so they are comfortable and creates just the right amount of cleavage. Wow! And this was just one article of clothing. I then put on a pair of Amanda’s suntan tone thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose. Why women wear pantyhose is beyond me. I’ve tried them before when I was a guy and they would always go on twisted and not fit right at the crotch and not feel right around my waist and I didn’t have time to go through that again. Bras are enough torture. She has this demin wrap mini skirt that I always thought was pretty cool so I slipped that around my waist. I then put on a white midriff sleeveless cotton top that showed as much cleavage as the bra would allow. Did I mention panties? No. That’s because I decided not to wear any. At least for one day anyway, I wanted to be every man’s fantasy. Amanda came home about an hour later with three pairs of shoes. I said “What! Why three pairs? That’s six shoes. I only have two feet.” She said “Silly, who ever heard of a girl with only one pair of shoes?” I said “I think you’re carrying this thing a little too far. Have you forgotten that this shouldn’t last much more than a day?” Amanda shot back “keep quiet and let me put these shoes on you.” So I sat back on the living room couch and not being accustomed to acquiring female sitting styles I gave Amanda a pretty good show of my uncovered beaver. She looked, her eyes wide open and then blinked a couple of times then pushed my legs together saying “if you are out in public try not to be so obvious. If you want to give someone a show do it by crossing your legs when a guy is looking your way and don’t make eye contact. Or you could bend over to adjust your shoe and have your legs come slightly apart. Don’t look like you’re saying, hey baby, you want some of this.” Amanda bought me a plain black pair of 3” heeled dress pumps, white flat strappy sandals, and a pair of open toed platform rocker soled slides. I chose to wear the slides to go out in. We both went out and shopped til we dropped. We tried on shoes, lingerie, long skirts, short skirts dresses, tops, pants, and whatever else we saw. We even went to an adult novelty shop where I bought a dildo. I’ll bet the guys there thought we were a couple of lesbos. On the way home Amanda wanted to stop at the super market to pick up a couple of things so I went in with her and decided to pick up a few things myself. I got a shopping cart and quickly found my way to the vegetable section. I started loading my cart with various sizes of gourds, carrots, and different lengths of cucumbers. At the checkout counter all that was in my cart was my multiple selection of phallis’ and a tube of ky-jelly. I was a little embarassed, especially when the checkout girl gave me a coy little smile but these people will never see me again. At least not this way. When we both arrived home we both kicked off our shoes at the door and flopped onto the couch. I propped my feet on the coffee table while Amanda curled up on the couch and layed her head on my lap. She layed there for a while stroking my stockinged leg up and down. Not sexually but just caringly then all of a sudden she sat up and realized an important fact. While she was getting somewhat intimate with my leg she just realized that both of us are straight and she was, for all practical purposes, cuddling with a girl. Well, actually being a guy, the idea didn’t exactly turn me off but she couldn’t quite handle the thought. So we just separated on the couch and relived the day’s events. She really loved having me as a girlfriend for a day, shopping, eating out, checking out guys with me. Although checking out the guys wasn’t my favorite part, I still went along with it. I was shocked by how many male eyes follow you every where you go. I never knew that before. I felt like I was constantly being stocked. I thought that I would tease guys with a little show of thigh and stocking top and a little boob but once I got out there sometimes I felt like covering up a little. Now was a time to relax and just be together. Any other time we would already be naked and humping each other but this was different. We look at each other from opposite ends of the couch, chuckled a little, thought that we were being silly so we just moved closer to each other. She began stroking my leg in a loving and connecting way and it did feel good. I told her that she could do more and that it’s alright. I’m still really Josh. So she gently massaged my pussy. I then took off my top and released my tits from their encasement. Amanda said that that was a good idea. She did the same. So the scene ends. Two bare chested babes slouching on a couch, one’s head on the other’s shoulder. Amanda stroking my pubic hair while I gently massaged Amanda’s breast. I never made use of all those vegetables but Amanda told me that they didn’t go to waste. Hmmm…I don’t remember Amanda liking vegetables that much. The next morning when I awoke it was just as Gypsy had predicted. I felt my chest. No boobs. I looked at my crotch. Sparky was home. I shook him and shook him and shook him because I was so happy he came back. Don’t get me wrong. Being a girl was a blast but I couldn’t imagine going through the rest of my life without my penis. And girls do have problems. They have to be real careful with men, they are always judged on the way they look, it is difficult to be taken seriously if you are attractive, if you like to fuck you are still viewed as a whore, and it’s absolutely hell trying to find pantyhose that fit. That was my story. It isn’t that unbelievable though. Being a woman for just a day and all. Why there’s millions of people in the world who are women for an entire lifetime.