Katie was finishing up her large satisfying breakfast of: three eggs over‑easy, four pieces of bacon, hash browns, a muffin, orange juice, and coffee. It was the kind of breakfast she could never before even consider eating, and it was wonderful. As she was putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, she heard the amusingly high pitched female scream of outrage she’d been anticipating and smiled.
“Iiiieeeeeee …. what the fuck,” Brandon screamed aware that even his voice was an affront to the indignity he’d awakened to find. “I have tits! Why do I have tits,” Brandon exclaimed as he sat up in bed looking down at his chest while hefting breasts that massively overflowed his small hands, as if touch could somehow dispel this nightmare. Instead of making the breasts go away, Brandon’s touch initiated a strange cascade of arousal that was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. The huge nipples he wasn’t supposed to have hardened and poked out, begging to be touched further. His delicate fingers couldn’t help but explore these impossible and wonderful sensations. He knew how to pinch, roll, and tease nipples to elicit responses but this was different. It wasn’t practiced, it was visceral! He felt every action, he knew what felt good because he felt it, he felt how hard to pinch and how much to roll. He tried to suck and bite but it was frustratingly beyond his ability to do himself. In a mixed up surge of lust and fear, Brandon grabbed his crotch knowing full well what he’d not find but irrationally hoping he was wrong. In the process of delving for the nonexistent, Brandon’s finger slipped into his new slit and found a very sensitive little clit instead of the large penis he was hopelessly pursuing. The unexpected surge of pleasure was completely outside his experience but not to be denied. Again this was something he’d done mechanically for Katie but now it was electrifying. Every touch, every movement was mind exploding. He knew what to touch, how hard to touch, how fast to move. No it was more than just knowing, it was being, it was need, it was all encompassing and it went on and on and on until he was incapable of doing the very thing he most wanted to continue doing.
“Well that didn’t take long,” Katie laughed as Brandon’s amusing little hissy fit of indignity was followed by the desperate gasps and squeals of a woman pleasuring herself.
Brandon quietly panted as he lay back on the bed, his legs bent at the knees and spread to facilitate access to his … nether region. ‘No,’ he thought as he began thinking more clearly. It wasn’t a nether region, he knew perfectly well what had happened. Somehow the transformation stuff had been mixed up and he had received Katie’s changes. Instead of the nine inch cock he was expecting he had no cock at all, he had a pussy. ‘I was cheated! I deserve that cock,’ Brandon thought as he visualized the throbbing nine inch erection that should have been his. Not only could he see it in his mind he could feel it. In his imagination, Brandon wrapped his fingers around his missing cock. It was so large in his small hand he couldn’t fully encompass it, but he could imagine the ridges and veins as it pulsed desperately in his hand, the bulbous head swollen and waiting for him to tease and suck — “What the fuck!” Brandon yelped as the soggy wet sheet turned cold and unpleasant under his ass. Bolting to a sitting position made it even worse as he squished into the cold wet spot.
“Eww,” Brandon declared in a high pitched little mewl of complaint. Motivated now, Brandon rotated his legs over the side of the bed and dropped to a standing position, jarring his unfamiliar breasts in the process. Standing still while he adjusted to his altered balance and got his bearings, the thing that immediately struck him was how big everything appeared. The highboy dresser was so tall that he wouldn’t be able to comfortably use the top drawer much less the top of it. Only then did it dawn on him that he wouldn’t be using the highboy at all. “Oh my god! If I got Katie’s rebuild, that means Katie got mine,” Brandon whispered, holding his hands over his mouth in a classic feminine wide eyed response of surprise.
Still hyperventilating a bit, Brandon made his way into the bathroom. Again everything was too tall; the sink was too high, the mirror over the sink was too high, everything was wrong but Brandon’s immediate attention was the toilet. Brandon stood in front of the toilet and stared down. All he could see was tits and while he now understood he no longer had a dick, years of habit had him standing in front of the toilet. Before he could consciously get a grip, as it were, he felt warm liquid dribbling down the inside of his thighs. “Shit!” Brandon shrieked and slammed the toilet seat down and spun around to sit. As soon as he sat, he felt the squish of the already wet toilet seat on his ass. “God damn it! It just keeps getting worse,” Brandon whined realizing instantly just why the toilet seat had been up already as a spray of pee from a spot he’d never peed from before made the distinctively different sound of a woman.
Grimacing in disgust, Brandon cleaned the toilet seat because he would be the one having to sit on it now, at least until he could get this disaster corrected. Right now he really needed a shower. The shower handles were oddly high but not a big deal. The shower itself was roomier than he was used to, so that was nice. Stepping to the side of the direct line of spray, Brandon turned the water up to full as he always did and waited for hot water to arrive so he could adjust for temperature. With one hand touching the spray Brandon observed, ‘Wow, this shower has nice pressure. With the builtin water restrictors so common these days, it’s rare to find a good powerful shower.’ Stepping fully into the shower, “Yaiiieee,” Brandon shrieked as he leaped and turned to get his breasts out from under the direct spray. Brandon looked up at the shower head and saw that it was set to needle spray. Unfortunately the shower head was too high for him to reach so he cranked the water pressure down to something that wasn’t deadly. Soaping up his smooth soft skin felt wonderful. He’d soaped up Katie often enough and enjoyed that, but the feel of being soaped was so much better. He wondered what it would be like if Katie were the one soaping him up. ‘Her fingers sliding and squeezing his breasts and ass, drifting between his thighs and threatening to –,’ “Good god, what are you thinking!” Dragging his thoughts back to the task at hand, Brandon worked on shampooing his hair and work it was too. Not only did it reach down to below his shoulders, now that it was wet it was heavy. After turning off the water, Brandon bent forward, his breasts shifting and responding to gravity made him stumble momentarily. Stabilizing, Brandon flipped his mass of hair forward so it hung down in front. This allowed him to squeeze and wring his hair downward. “I need to get this cut,” he mumbled as he squeezed out the water as best he could before flipping the mass of hair backward as he straightened up. Between the weight of his still very damp hair and the shifting of his huge boobs, he nearly ended up on his plump ass.
Dried and fluffed as best he could, Brandon opened a new tooth brush and brushed his teeth. “Damn it! Even brushing my teeth has become a problem,” Brandon bitched pettily when he discovered the hard way that he could no longer lean forward over the sink to directly slurp rinse water from the faucet. He was too short and his tits were in the way. He had to primly use a glass now.
Brandon felt uncomfortable walking out of the bathroom naked. The fact that he was now ridiculously short was emphasized by … well everything, and he jiggled with every step. He felt weak and vulnerable. As Brandon thought about exactly why he felt vulnerable he had to admit to himself that beyond his reduced size and strength it wasn’t just that his cock was missing and he couldn’t fuck, it was the fact that in his current state he was the one who could now be fucked as if he were actually a girl. Breathing hard from his own runaway thoughts as he unconsciously hugged his breasts defensively, Brandon knew he needed to get dressed.
“You have no choice, unless you want to run around naked,” Brandon chided himself. Confused as he pawed through sexy colored underwear, Brandon was simultaneously embarrassed and excited as he selected a little red number. Brandon had enjoyed peeling underwear like this off of Katie but putting it on himself was humiliating. Holding it out and switching it back to front three times, Brandon took several tries at balancing on one foot long enough to step into the tiny underwear. Brandon found he had to wriggle it on as he stretched it into place, it couldn’t simply be pulled up like normal underwear. The fact that his tits blocked his view while jiggling and swaying constantly didn’t exactly help either, which brought him to his next step. There was an entire drawer of nothing but bras, and they were different kinds. Brandon picked one that seemed soft and he hoped would be comfortable. He’d watched Katie put on bras before but doing it himself was disconcerting. He knew to wrap it back to front so he could hook it in front then twist it back around but his first attempt resulted in an upside-down bra. Fixing his mistake, Brandon manage to struggle into the straps and arrange his breasts into the bra cups, or at least partially into the cups as there was a whole lot of bare boobage that remained uncovered. Awkward as it was, the support provided was a relief. At least he wasn’t constantly bobbling about with every little movement, but the exposed portions still jiggled incessantly and now he stuck out so far in front there was no hope of seeing his own feet.
Brandon found a sort-of tee shirt and wiggled that on. It was tight and stretchy with a deep V-plunge that was permanently tied in a bunch in the center and didn’t even completely cover the edges of the bra much less his jiggling cleavage. To add insult to injury, the material hugged his form and terminated well above his belly button. Next he found a pair of slacks or something like slacks. Nothing seemed to simply pull on, everything required struggling and wriggling and the slacks were no exception. First they were crazy short, the pant legs weren’t just high water they ended at the top of his calves. The zipper wasn’t in the normal location, it was on the side. ‘A side zipper is stupidly impractical, you’d have to completely drop trow to … damn,’ Brandon realized as he was reminded again of his circumstance.
‘All this shimmying around to get into these silly clothes is making my calves ache,’ Brandon observed to himself as he looked at the large selection of shoes. The lowest heel he could find was some kind of a sandal but even that had about two inches of heel. Stepping into the sandals, Brandon was concerned about his ability to walk in canted shoes but surprisingly he had no difficulty at all. In the process of walking around the bedroom as a trial run in the shoes, Brandon didn’t notice that his calves had slowly stopped aching. Confident now that he could walk in the girl shoes without difficulty, Brandon furtively looked around and felt his neck and ears blush with heat. Confirming that he was still alone, Brandon went back into the closet and grabbed the outrageous platform stilettos, three inches of platform with an eight inch heel.
The stilettos were definitely not something he could step into so he perched himself on the side of the bed, reminded again that his feet dangled above the floor, and carefully strapped on the ridiculous excuse for shoes. Once more nervously looking around, Brandon stood up, immediately noting that the shoes reached the ground allowing him to simply and smoothly stand without having to clumsily drop off the edge. Initially Brandon just stood still getting a feel for balance. To his surprise, it wasn’t all that difficult, at least standing still. His first step was a little wobbly but that rapidly smoothed out as he walked around the room. In the process he discovered that walking very slowly imparted a pronounced cadenced bounce to his breasts with each slow step. Walking too quickly sent his boobs into paroxysm of out of control bouncing, bobbling, and jiggling even with a bra on. There seemed to be a narrow mid range of walking speed that minimized the boob bounce, although there was always a last bounce jiggle when he stopped walking that seemed unavoidable. Sighing and confused with himself, Brandon swapped back to the sandals and was exasperatingly aware that he’d just lost a half foot of height with a shoe change, it was maddening.
