For a moment Alan relaxed as he felt himself growing taller. 'It's alright!', he thought to himself as his eye level moved up past that of his wife who had been looking down on him. Unfortunately Alan's relief was short lived when his height gain abruptly stopped at only about an inch above that of Susan. Responding to an undeniable feeling, Alan brought his still small hands up to his chest in an attempt to restrain the rapidly swelling mounds expanding under his shirt. He watched in horror. Not only could he not stop the swelling, his hands became more slender and feminine as he watched.
While Alan was concentrating on the changes under and about his hands, Susan watched in amazement as Alan's face smoothly shifted before her gaze. His jaw narrowed, his cheek bones moved upward and became more prominent as the rest of his face became more heart shaped. Alan's eyebrows thinned while simultaneously his lips filled out, changing his entire facial expression from that of slack jawed stunned male to a very feminine startlement with full sensuous lips expressing a round moue of surprise.
Alan finally lifted his head from gazing at his now amply ballooned chest, the tickle of hair brought his hands up to pull full curly red waves around front for him to see. Yanking on them painfully confirmed that this was indeed his hair.
"This is amazing! You look just like her from twelve years ago. You're her! You're Chrissy!", Susan exclaimed breathlessly. "Go look! Look in the mirror." Susan insisted as she shooed her still stunned husband along until they stood side-by-side in front of the full size mirror.
"These things are huge!" Alan exclaimed, cupping his own breasts through the shirt that was now a nicely filled out nightgown. "I can't be like this! What am I going to ... oh shit!" Releasing his breasts suddenly, to his painful regret, Alan groped in a panic under the edges of the now nightshirt to find exactly what he was afraid he would find. Nothing! Nothing but a tight little patch of hair. "Fuck Me!" Alan wailed.
"Quite possibly Alan. Quite possibly." Susan snickered.
"It'll be 12 more hours before I can change again. What are we going to do?"
"Oh relax. First off you're going to get dressed. Chrissy and I used to share clothes all the time, so fortunately that shouldn't be a problem."
"But what about these great ... huge ... balloons on my chest?" Alan sputtered as he cupped them with his hands. "Chrissy was a stripper! What about these!"
"I never thought I'd hear a complaint like that from you!" Susan said exasperated. "Chrissy was never a headliner, she was just one of several casual temps at the club. In case it has escaped your notice, and it obviously has, those huge balloons as you refer to them, are the same B-cups that I have. Honestly! Come on, let's find you something to wear."
So saying, Susan dragged her husband turned sorority sister through a frustrating yet amusing sartorial ordeal.
