"Did you hear about that new club, the Apollo, that just opened? Only the classiest people can get into there - I think we should go!" says Kyle, my best friend since we were six.
"Are you crazy? If they have such high standards, how the hell do you expect us to get in?" I ask.
"Listen dude. I know one of the bouncers - he said if we come around 8 on Friday, he can get us in. He said as long as we keep an open mind, and are willing to change our clothing if we aren't wearing the 'in' thing. He said they'd provide us with duds if ours weren't good enough!"
"Really? Why would they do that?"
"He said initially they wanted only the best looking, best dressed people in their exclusive club. But they have been having a hard time attracting these crowds, so they have to make, and build, their own demand so as the club will get popular enough that they can call themselves exclusive."
"Okay dude - what about Andrew? Can he come to?"
"Of course - we wouldn't go into such an adventure without the third musketeer! The third amigo! The ... the... well - you get the idea..."
For the rest of the week, all we could think about was hitting on all the beautiful women at the club. I planned on wearing my best suit - there was no way I was borrowing any clothes. Andrew bought himself a new outfit for the occasion, and Kyle got his haircut and suit pressed. By the time Friday rolled around, we were three good looking, well-dressed men heading out to the club.
When we arrived at the club, we were shocked at the length of the line. This club was supposed to be having trouble I thought - no demand he said. It sure didn't look like it. What else could we do but get to the back of the line.
Arriving at the club, the lineup was crazy. We would never get in at the rate this was going.
After waiting fifteen minutes, Andrew started moaning and groaning, wanting to leave. Kyle said to wait until after 8:00, and if his bouncer friend didn't show up, then we'd leave. Seeing as we were all decked out in our best clothes, waiting another ten minutes wouldn't be so bad.
At exactly 8:00, a back door in the alley opened, and a knockout brunette called out Kyle's name. Looking at Kyle, I ask him if that's the bouncer he knows. Surprised as we were, he says no, and we all run down to the door.
"Are you Kyle? Tom said you were coming at 8:00. Oh good - you brought friends too. Excellent! Please come inside before anyone else sees us," says the gorgeous brunette.
"Please come inside before anyone else sees us." Says the beautiful brunette.
Following her, we can hear the loud music, but she is leading us away from it. As we head down the hall, the music fades into the background, and we are alone with her in a large change room.
"Now gentlemen, I understand you were told the conditions of your acceptance into our club?"
"Conditions? Not really told any conditions..."
"I don't want to insult you, but your clothes look like something from the eighties. And unfortunately, that is unacceptable for our club."
"Oh - the clothing thing - so you are going to give us something better?" I ask, a little miffed at the suggestion we were out of style.
"Yes - but not only new clothes, new looks too. Your hairstyles are all wrong for our club. And you guys are a little out of shape, so we will try to mask that as best we can too."
"WHAT? I thought we were invited here as guests! I did not come here to be insulted!" Andrew answers, echoing the sentiments going through my head.
"Please sir, I do not mean to be insulting, but our club has standards. I'm sure once you are inside, you will understand why I am being so hard on you. We have only the most beautiful women inside, and it would be an insult to them to send you three in, looking like you do now."
"Okay guys, we agreed that if we weren't up to par, we'd go with the program." Kyle says, trying to save face in front of the brunette.
"Okay Kyle, I'll hear her out." I say, a little curious as to what the new modern me would look like.
"Thanks Brian. What about you, Andrew? Care to take a walk on the wild side?"
"Sure - whatever."
The brunette smiles brightly, and tells us all to strip behind three curtains. Reluctantly, we all take off our clothes, and she takes them away. Naked and alone behind my curtain, I start wondering what we got ourselves into. Re-emerging with three separate closets-on-wheels, the brunette wheels a single closet to each of us. She tells us that each one was filled with clothing that was meant for us, and us alone.
Opening my closet, I was shocked to see women's clothing inside. Not wanting to disrupt the others, I quietly asked the brunette to come behind the curtain.
"What the hell is this?" I whisper.
"I told you guys you didn't have the right look. Don't worry - with these clothes, your body will change to match them - you WILL have the right look," she replies, a wry grin appearing on her face.
"But I don't want to be a girl! I came here to rub elbows with beautiful women, not to be one." I whisper harshly.
"You can still rub elbows, but you have to understand - our club is still trying to build a reputation. If you do this for us, you will be helping us greatly in attracting beautiful people to our club. Consider this an initiation - once you do this for us, you will be able to enter this club as yourself, if you so choose."
"Really? So you want me to be a girl for the night, and then I can come here anytime as myself? What's the catch?"
"Well - there are certain rules that you must follow during your time as a woman. And the times you will be allowed in will be restricted, of course, to our non-busy hours."
"Why would I want to do that? Why come here when it's not busy?"
"Think about it - we will agree on a fixed set of times when you will be allowed in here - let's say, for example, we agree on Thursday nights. Well, if this club is as successful as we think it will be, the now non-busy Thursday nights will be just as busy as Fridays, or Saturdays, and you will be guaranteed entrance."
"Hmm... Can I get that in writing?"
"Of course - we have a book you must sign when we pick the times that you wish to come to the club. But get dressed first."
"But I don't know what to wear! I've never worn any of this stuff before!"
"Try some on, come out and model it - we'll let you know what we think."
"We?"
"Well - you do have two other friends going through the same thing you are right now. I have two other girls talking to them. Take as long as you want to decide on an outfit. Choose a wig too - that will complete the look. After the three of you are set in your clothes, I'll explain the rules, and then we'll sign you up for your nights. Okay?"
Reluctantly, I agree. If I said no, my clothes were nowhere to be seen, and I doubt if they would have given them back. What's one night if it means I can come here every week and hit on beautiful women?
Looking in the closet, there is not a lot of material on any of the outfits. I figure the first thing I should probably put on is some underwear. I was shocked at the variety of different kinds of panties and bras. It wasn't as easy as choosing between boxers and briefs, that's for sure.
Looking through all the panties, I grab the first pair of plain black panties I could find, I first pull up the satin panties, watching the transformation of my legs, as they were pulled higher. The hair disappearing as if being shaven off, but no evidence that that was the case. As I pulled them over my hips, I felt ... well - it's not what I felt, but what I stopped feeling. A sense of numbness in my crotch dissipates as time passes, and looking down, I could see I was all woman from the waste down. Slipping into a pair of black high heels, I knew that they would complete the look. It was weird seeing the smooth legs of a model on the torso of an unattractive man.
My legs were silky smooth, and the high heels made them look all the nicer.
After getting over the initial shock of seeing such smooth legs on my previously male body, I look through the rest of the underwear. Since I knew I was becoming a woman, I figured I would need bra. Pulling out a zebra print bra, I examine it curiously, wondering how a woman actually puts one on. I slipped my arms into the holes, again watching my skin grow smooth, the hair being mysteriously removed. As I got it up to my chest, I expect my chest to expand, but it doesn't. Fumbling with the hook on the back, I struggle until I finally, by chance, get the two ends to meet properly. At this moment, numbness grips my chest, and as I look down, the cups of the bra start filling out with my growing breasts. MY breasts! I never thought I would ever, in my life, say that.
Feeling a little exposed, standing in nothing but lingerie, I pull on a sheer black dressing robe, covering up a little. Looking down, I see that I am my body is now that of a hot woman. Trying to think of what I probably look like, I probably still have my head, fresh with it's new haircut. Unable to stop myself, I start to laugh at the enormity of the situation, as well as the silliness of the image in my head.
Grabbing a blonde wig, I plop it on my head, hoping that it will help create this illusion of womanhood that I have been working up to. Looking again in the mirror, I see that the wig did the trick - there is absolutely no sign that I was once a man. A scary thought.
After pulling on the wig, I look down to see the total result of the outfit. I was surprised with how completely feminine I looked.
"Dude - what's taking you so long?" I hear a woman on the other side of the curtain.
"Kyle? Is that you?" I ask, shocked at my own, now feminine, voice.
Nervously, I walk around the curtain, seeing a beautiful women standing with the brunette lady who let us in. The new lady, apparently Kyle, is so beautiful. She is wearing a short purple dress, with an adornment of jewelry.
The new Kyle looks very seductive in his purple dress.
"Wow dude - you look great!" Kyle exclaims.
"Kyle? Is that you? Man - you make one fine lady!" I reply, still not believing that the beautiful creature in front of me is one of my best friends.
"Have you seen yourself lately, dude? You too make a great girl!"
"I make a great girl? I MAKE A GREAT GIRL? I don't believe this!"
"I what? I make a great girl? I don't believe this is happening! How could we have become women? What is going on?" I ask, the gravity of the situation hitting me after hearing Kyle's comment.
"Dude - chill out! Remember - this is only temporary. We are earning our stripes so we can come here whenever we want, to score as many times as we possibly can, on women hotter than we are!"
Hearing a beautiful blonde talk about scoring on hot women created a kind of humour only realized in situations of such magnitude.
"Dude - where's Andrew?" Kyle asks.
"Good question - if we have to be here as women, the least we could do is have the three amigos together again!"
"Andrew, dude? Come on out - take a look at us! We are babes!"
Slowly, Andrew in his new form comes out from around her curtain. He looked like he was still in shock.
"Andrew dude! You are one foxy momma!" Kyle screams, giggling like the girl he now was.
"Yeah man - you are beautiful!" I say, trying to shake him from his shock.
Andrew still can't believe what has happened. He did pick out a nice outfit, even in his shock.
"I am a girl. I am a girl. I can't believe I'm a girl. How could I be a girl? This is all just a bad dream. It has to be," Andrew repeats, staring at his hands.
"Dude - we are all hot blonde babes! This is awesome!"
"Ladies - now that the three of you have changed, can we get down to business?" asks our brunette hostess.
"Sure thing, dude - what's up?"
"Well - first of all, Brian is it? Lose the black panties." She says, going behind my curtain and bringing forth a pair of zebra panties, matching my bra. "Put these on dear - if you are going out in style, you go all out!"
Slipping off the black panties, I take the zebra pair from the brunette, and pull them on. They slide on with ease, hugging my feminine curves. As soon as I have them up, I realize that I am the only one standing in my underwear.
"Wait a second here, guys. Can I at least put some clothes on? I feel ridiculous standing here in my underwear."
"Can I put some clothes on, guys? I feel ridiculous standing here in my underwear!" I say, looking at the two beautiful women who used to be my male friends.
"Yes," says our brunette guide, "and might I make a couple of suggestions - to each of you? Now, I know you all have great taste in women, but I have to tell you - your taste in women's clothing leaves something to be desired."
"Okay - then what do you suggest?" Kyle asks.
"Well - I want to do a one-on-one session with each of you - to pick the best outfits that fit into our club atmosphere. I gave you the opportunity to pick your own clothes, now let me make some suggestions."
"Andrew, are you okay?" I ask him, as he is still in shock.
"... I can't be a girl - how could I be a girl..." he continues on.
"Snap out of it dude! It's only for one night!" Kyle screams, slapping Andrew across the face.
"What? Thanks man - I think I needed that..." Andrew replies, snapping out of the state he was in. He still looks worried, but at least he is functioning again.
"Okay ladies - time is wasting, now come with me, and we shall find you some real clothes."
We each return to our little cells, with our personal closets. I look through mine again as I wait for the brunette guide to lead me into the path of club-coolness. After a short while, she comes into my little area, and tells me to strip. Taking off the bra and panties, I await the selections that she makes. She passes me a black pair of boots, a black pair of panties, and a black sheer top. She also gives me another blonde wig.
"Put these on. And this jewelry too. Make it quick - and come out when you got them on." She orders.
I pull on the panties quickly, and slip on the boots. The shirt goes on a little easier than the bra did, as my body is now the right shape for such clothes. I slip on the bracelets and the diamond belt that the brunette picked out. Last goes on the wig, and as I pull it on I feel the familiar numbness, this time on my scalp, as my hair changes to match the wig. With the new outfit on, I head out to show off my new look.
Fastening the new wig, my new look is complete. I still felt naked wearing such little clothing, but everyone seemed to think I looked good.
Kyle is already finished with his new look. He is wearing a long, blue dress, and looks very posh. I feel like a regular street hooker wearing what I am compared to the classy lady I see before me.
"Dude - you look awesome! Why did that chick make me wear such a stuck up dress?" Kyle asks, looking me up and down.
"What are you talking about, Kyle? I feel like some kind of cheap..."
"Dude - you look fine! What about me? Wearing this long gown, I feel like I should be at some old rich man's house, as opposed to the hip young club we are at."
Kyle comes out from behind his curtain looking like a wealthy young socialite.
"I wonder what Andrew and our favourite lady are doing behind his curtain?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"I don't know - do you think he's going to be a posh lady like me, or a trashy one such as yourself?" Kyle asks, half-jokingly.
"I'm not going to dignify that with a response." I state.
"Too late."
Just then, the curtain is drawn back, and Andrew steps forward. He is wearing a long floral-print dress, and his hair colour has changed to brown.
Andrew looks stunning with his now brown hair, and his shapely curves.
"Wow! Dude - you look incredible! I think brown hair really suits you!" Kyle says.
"Yeah man - and that dress looks killer on you. Man do I feel naked wearing this little outfit. I think I'm going to go change again."
"HOLD ON!" shouts the brunette.
"What? Can't a guy go put some pants on if his legs are cold?"
"Yes - a guy can. However, you sir, are no longer a guy. Stay where you are and let me explain something. We have done personality probes on each of you, and selected these outfits in an attempt to bring out your 'other' side. We purposely chose outfits that were on the opposite end of the spectrum that you would naturally choose. If you three again, go back behind your curtains, we feel that you will be more accepting to these outfits, knowing now what we could put you in."
"Huh?" I ask.
"Look dude - she's saying that they made you get half-naked as a warning, so you don't complain about the outfit that's lying behind your curtain. That's the outfit they had in mind all along, I'd be willing to bet."
"That's right, it is. You are a swift one, Kyle," the brunette exclaims.
Blushing, Kyle scampers behind his curtain to see what he is going to be wearing for the rest of the evening. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost say he was enjoying himself. With dread, Andrew and I retreat to our respective change areas.
Looking at the outfit lying on the chair, I can't help but feel thankful that it is not as revealing as the last two 'outfits', and I use the term loosely, I had on. Stripping off my little black number, I quickly pull on the short white skirt and the gold spaghetti strapped shirt. Slipping on my high-heel shoes, and another blonde wig, I head out. Surprisingly, the other two are already waiting for me.
The three amigos ride again. Kyle is in a sexy little leopard print number, and Andrew looks great in his little white dress.
The three of us stand there in awe of each other. If I didn't know that these were my two best friends, and if I wasn't, myself, wearing a dress - I'd be hitting on these two like there was no tomorrow. I can't believe that these two gorgeous women standing in front of me are actually men!
"Okay ladies, we've all had our fun playing dress up. Now it's time for business. The conditions of the deal are as follows... First off, the deal itself is completely confidential - if you tell anyone what has transpired here tonight, you will be punished... severely..."
"Punished? What are you going to do?" Kyle asks defiantly.
"Have you ever been to Mother Russia? They have a booming sex slave trading business over there, and they are always looking for more blondes with long legs... if you get my drift..." she replies coolly.
"Ulp... okay - so we won't tell anyone. What makes you think I want to go around telling people I wore a dress to get into a club?"
"I don't think you will. I am just warning you not to. Secondly, you will remain women for twenty-four hours. If during this time, you become pregnant, you will not be able to return to your male selves. If during this time you begin your period, you will remain female until it is over. If during this time..."
"Hold on here - pregnant? Period? I thought we were only going to wear women's clothes for a night... and then you turn us into babes... and now you are telling us we can get pregnant and have periods?? I'm not so sure I like this plan anymore..." I say, worried.
"Don't worry - the chances of you having your period are slim to none, as this is your first day as a woman. This condition is more for repeat customers who like being women. And judging by the three of you, I don't think you have to worry about that. I also don't think any of you run the risk of getting pregnant, as I didn't find any of you to be gay in the psychological tests we did."
"That's true... there's no way I am going to get near a man tonight... or ever..." I say, reassured in my masculinity.
"Third condition - from now until the time of your return to manhood, you will be addressed as Kylie, Brenda, and Andrea. You will not call each other 'dude', or by your male names. If someone asks for your phone number, and you are inclined to give it to them, use your new feminine name. I don't want to see any slip-ups on this, otherwise you will be punished, as stated before."
"Kylie? I kind of like that name... what do you think... Brenda?" Kyle asks, giggling.
"Well - I guess if we are going to look and sound like women, we might as well have women's names too. Does this mean we get to use the women's washrooms? And I'm beginning to not like this dress... I'm cold - could I get another?" I ask.
"As for the dress - put this on ... you think you were cold before, wait till you get this one on." She hands me a skimpy floral print dress, much shorter than the one I am currently wearing.
"Umm... maybe I will stay in this one, thanks." I say, not wanting to embarrass myself further.
"PUT IT ON!" she demands, and I slip it on quickly, looking even sexier, but getting a lot colder. "As for your other questions - from this point on, you must all see yourselves as women. There is no more Brian, only Brenda. No more Kyle, just Kylie. No more Andrew, only Andrea. If you need help remembering this, we have some drugs that will make this transition much easier."
"No thanks - I think I can handle being called Kylie for a night."
"Not just being called Kylie - being Kylie!" she reinforces her point.
"Umm... I think maybe I would like to take that pill of yours." Andrew says.
"What?? Are you crazy, man? Why would you want to do that?" I ask him.
"I am really not comfortable right now. You two seem to have adjusted just fine to your new feminine forms, but I just don't think I am going to be able to be Andrea for the entire night. I don't want to make any mistakes - I don't want to be a Russian love slave!"
"But..."
"Silence - the choice is his to make. I will give you the pill as soon as we finish the terms of the agreement. The final condition is the reward. You guys have agreed to do this in return for one night a week in which you can come to the club as yourselves. Correct?"
"Yes - which nights do you have open?"
"Well - seeing as you are not the first guys to take this deal, the only nights we have are Wednesdays and Sundays. Which do you prefer?"
We all agree that Wednesday would be the better day, as it is in the middle of the week, and nothing happens on Wednesdays anyways.
"Okay - so it is settled then. Andrea, here is the pill that you requested." She passes Andrew a red pill. With one quick motion, Andrew downs the pill, and within seconds its effects take hold. His face no longer has the look of fear on it, but complacency.
"Okay ladies - now if all is agreed, would you three sign the contract? Andrea, would you like to go first?" she says, handing the pen to Andrew.
"Thank you" she replies politely. Signing Andrea Powers on the dotted, Andrew passes the pen to Kyle. He in turn signs Kylie Matthews. When it is my turn, I think about signing my real name, but hesitate, not wanting to break the rules of the contract. I sign Brenda Watson, and with that the contract is set.
Signing on the dotted line, I write my new feminine name 'Brenda Watson' on the contract.
"Okay ladies - it's been a pleasure doing business with you. Now, as I said before, you will remain women for twenty-four hours from this point on. It is now 9:22, so by this time tomorrow night, everything should be back to normal for you. If over the course of the day, you wish to borrow other clothing, as I'm sure you don't want to wear these clubbing clothes all day tomorrow, our closets are free for you to borrow from until your time of reversal. Okay? Okay... now follow me, and let's have some fun!" she says, leading us to the main dance area.
Once we reach the main hall of the club, the music is pounding, and the crowd is hopping. I look at Kyle, and he looks at me, and we both know that it will all be worth it, once we are ourselves again. Andrew, on the other hand, is busy checking out the guys at the bar.
"We better watch Andre... er... Andrea pretty carefully tonight. He... er ... She looks like she is going to be a handful!" Kyle says to me.
"Yeah... I don't know why she took that stupid pill anyways."
"Hey girls - look at that guy on the end of the bar. Isn't he dreamy?" Andrew says to us, as he stares at him.
"Yep - this is going to be a long night!" Kyle states.
"Excuse me, ladies. Would it be too forward if I were to ask if you'd care to dance?" a man asks Kyle.
"Umm... I just got here, and I was hoping to sit at the bar for a bit before I start shaking this great ass of mine. Is that okay?" he asks the man, trying to be polite.
"Sure - no problem. Then you won't mind if I buy you a drink then. Barkeep - get this lady a drink!" he says to the bartender.
"What'll it be, ma'am?" he asks Kyle.
"Umm... Gin and tonic, please." Kyle replies. Kyle always drank gin and tonic, no matter what mood he was in. His tolerance for the stuff was amazing, which is probably why he ordered that particular drink. Getting drunk, in the condition we were in, is probably not the best idea.
"Steve! How's it going? Who are your friends here?" Another man asks Kyle's suitor. Seeing the scam they are trying to pull from the woman's point of view, I can barely contain my laughter. Kyle and I have pulled this same move on our share of women.
"Billy! It's been a long time, buddy. I'd like to introduce you to... well - I don't think we've actually been formally introduced. My name is Steve, and this is Billy. And you are?"
"Kylie - and this is Brenda. Andrea is the girl drooling over the guy at the end of the bar. I don't imagine she'll be talking too much - she rarely does."
Steve continues to hit on Kyle, as Billy focuses his attention on me. At this point, I started getting very uncomfortable. I've never been approached by a man before, and now this guy was trying to get into my pants... well... my dress.
At his first offer to buy me a drink, I took a scotch and gulped it down immediately. Seeing me drink it so fast, he bought me another, and another, until I was starting to feel all warm inside.
Making small talk, Billy and I start to hit it off. Whenever he asks me a question, I give him an answer that would be true, if I were born a female. I told him all about my family, and how proud my dad was of his little daughter. I told him how my brothers used to pick on me, but were very protective when it came to boyfriends. I told him more lies in one hour than I had ever told in my life.
"Would you care to dance?" he asks me.
"Sure thing, Billy bob..." I say, giggling. As I try to stand, I fall into his arms. We proceed onto the dance floor, him supporting me with one arm. As he held me close, I could feel myself drifting out of consciousness...
Brenda's Adventure
The next thing I know, I am lying in a bed, naked. I'm still a girl - so I know it wasn't all just a bad dream. Hopefully what happened isn't what could have happened, otherwise it could have just become a nightmare.
I look around, but Billy is nowhere to be found. My head is pounding and I am worried that I might have done something that may result in dire consequences. I stumble to my feet, and look around. This is obviously a girl's room, as there is makeup on the dresser, and a closet full of dresses.
I look through the dresser and pull out a black bra and a black pair of panties, slipping them both on with the ease of an experienced woman. The underwear fits perfectly, almost like it was made for my body. I root through the other drawers and find a baby-blue tank top, and a pair of black shorts. This is the closest thing I could find to men's clothes, so I slip them on.
Slipping on the clothes that I found in the room, I look around to try and get my bearings.
Just then, the door opens up, and Billy enters with breakfast.
"Oh good - you're awake. I'm sorry about your clothes, but they were still wet. I'm glad you found something to wear. Here - I brought you some breakfast," he says, bringing me the tray.
"Groan... still wet? What happened last night?" I ask him nervously.
"Well - you got pretty drunk at the club. We were out on the dance floor and you passed out. When you came to, you started babbling about losing your manhood and ran screaming from the place. I caught up to you near the fountain outside, and you threw a tantrum. We ended up in the fountain itself, and again you passed out. I brought you here, and put you in my sister's old room - those clothes are actually her old one's - they look much better on you than her, let me tell you." He says, smiling.
"Oh - I'm sorry - I must have totally embarrassed you last night. And I didn't mean to put you out for the night. Did anything happen? between us?" I ask, worried.
"You mean you don't remember the multiple orgasms you had last night? The night of pleasure we shared, which you said was nothing like anything you ever experienced before?"
"OH MY GOD! Oh my god, oh my god... How could I have let that happen?"
"Relax - I'm joking, babe. Funny... ha ha... I'm sorry - I thought it would be funny." He says with puppy dog eyes.
"What? Nothing happened - what a relief!" Disappointed, Billy just stares out the window. "No - not that it would have been a bad thing, but it's just that right now I'm not looking for a relationship. I just got out of a rocky one, and I wanted to just have some fun last night, without any commitments."
"Me too - we could still..."
"No! Not that kind of fun."
"Okay - well I called in sick today so we can spend the day together. Is that okay?"
"Umm... I actually have some other plans for today. I think me and my two friends from last night were going to go have a girl's day out kind of a thing." I say, trying to ditch this guy without hurting his feelings.
"I don't think so. Steve called me and told me that Kylie was totally into him. And Robert - the guy at the end of the bar - he had nothing but good things to say about Andrea. It seems that, of the three of us, I was the only one who didn't get lucky last night." He says with a gleam in his eye.
"Listen - you might just be the luckiest of the three. Can I call them and see what's going on? Let me talk to Kylie, okay?"
"Okay - here... let me dial for you," he says, dialing the phone. "Hey, Steve? Is Kylie still there? Yeah - Brenda wants to talk to her. Thanks man... Here you go," he says, passing me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Kylie? Is that you? What's going on? What happened last night?"
"Oh man - you won't believe what happened... hold on a second - Steve - can you give us some privacy... thanks..." she pauses for a couple seconds, "okay - he's gone..."
"Billy - can we get a little privacy - I'll be down as soon as I'm done here - shouldn't take more than a couple minutes, okay?"
"Okay, babe... I'll be in the shower." He says, grabbing a towel and heading down the hall.
"Dude - you won't believe what happened!" I hear Kyle say from the other end of the line.
"Tell me - I passed out and woke up in Billy's sisters room. It's weird, but her clothes fit me perfectly. Almost like they were made for me. What happened to you?"
Kylie's Miss-Adventure
"Well - where do I begin? Okay - so while you and Billy were getting all cozy and drunk, me and Steve were doing the same. Unlike yourself, however, I didn't go get wasted. I was totally ignoring Steve and trying to check out the other women, but as time wore on, we started to click. I was totally repulsed by the idea of being with a man, but we got along so well - he could be the fourth amigo - you'd really like this guy!"
"Well, anyways, we got to dancing, and drinking, and talking until the club closed down. When it did, he invited me back to his place. I knew what that meant, but I agreed to go anyways. As we approached his pad, I told him that I don't have sex on a first date, and he said he was totally cool with that. We did, however, start kissing in his car. Making out as a girl is much more fun than it is as a guy, let me tell you... these breasts of ours are so sensitive!"
"Well - we went into his apartment, and when we sat down, he got this look on his face. I thought he was going to try and have sex with me, but that didn't turn out to be the case. Apparently, this guy is totally into lingerie - in fact, that's what he does for a living... he has a store downtown that specializes in women's undergarments, and apparently is very successful."
"Instead of having sex, he asked me if I would model his wares for him. I didn't see the harm in it, as if I were still a guy, I'd want to see me (the girl) wearing skimpy lingerie too... So this guy pulls out a whole mess of sexy things... and all night I was trying on different styles and shapes and textures... it was totally fun! We have got to go shopping today so you can try some of these things on before we change back."
A sampling of the lingerie that Kylie got to wear last night.
"So then you didn't have sex?" I ask him, relieved.
"No way man - you think I want to stay this way for good? I might not see womanhood as such a bad thing anymore, but manhood is still my first choice!"
"That's a relief... what about Andrea? Have you talked to her?"
"Nope - oh no... that's a good question... umm. - why don't the three of us meet up at the mall? I can show you some of the cool things I learned today about women's underwear... is that okay? Give Andrea a call, and I'll meet you there in an hour. Okay?"
"Okay. See you later!" I hang up the phone.
I look through the speed dial numbers and names on Billy's phone, and find Robert's number. I dial it, and am surprised to hear Andrea's voice on the other end.
"Hello? You've reached the love shack," he giggles.
"Andrea? Is that you?"
"Brenda? Hey girl! How did you know I was here?"
"Doesn't matter- what happened to you last night? You didn't have sex did you?" I ask him, worried that the third amigo may have lost his manhood for good.
"Sex? It was awesome! I have to tell you, this man is an animal! His appetite for sex is unstoppable! And I love it! First he was on top... then I was on top... then we... we..." she says, giggling some more.
The image I get in my head, as Andrea explains how she had sex with a man. The thought is disgusting, but intriguing at the same time.
"Oh no... do you realize what you have done? I... I... I can't believe you... well - what are you up to today? Are you still coming to the mall with me and Kylie? We are meeting in about an hour, okay?"
"The mall? We were going to go shopping? I don't remember that..."
"Well - it's true. Don't you remember you wanted to pick up a new dress for the next time we go to the club. You said you wanted to have the confidence to get a man like Robert right from the get-go, instead of waiting for him to make the first move. Don't you remember that?"
"No... but Robert is mine now anyways..."
"Just meet us there, okay?"
"Okay... in an hour, you say?"
"Yep... see you then..." I hang up the phone.
Andrew had sex. What does that mean? It doesn't mean he is pregnant... does it? He would have used protection! He must have - he was the one so against becoming women in the first place. It must have been that damn pill...
"Brenda? Is everything okay?" Billy asks me, shaking me from my stupor.
"Huh? Oh - yeah- I talked to the other two ladies, and unfortunately I am not going to be able to get out of our girl's day out... you know how it is - we have to go and discuss the happenings of last night and all... but I would be happy to see you again - let's say back at the club tonight, around 9:30?" I pick 9:30 because by that time, Brenda will no longer be in existence, and I can forget all about Billy. He may be sad for a time, but in that club, he'll get over me in a heartbeat.
"9:30? Sounds great! If you want to borrow any more of my sister's clothes, feel free. She doesn't use them anymore. The shower is down the hall, towels are in the closet. I'll be downstairs, working on my computer if you need anything. Okay?"
"Thank you - you are so kind. I'll come down when I'm done up here." I tell him, watching him go down the stairs, wondering how such a nice man could be all alone.
I go into the closet and select a towel. I am a little nervous about my first shower with my new equipment. I venture towards the bathroom, opening the door and slipping inside. Inside I notice that Billy keeps a very neat bathroom, for a man. I strip down and look myself over in the mirror. I still can't believe that this beautiful creature looking back at me is actually me.
I still can't believe that this beautiful creature looking back at me is actually me.
Unable to look at myself without longing, I turn on the water and jump into a cold shower. I figured a cold shower was exactly what I needed, after seeing such a babe in the buff. I quickly showered, not wanting to explore anywhere that would make me regret changing back into a man. Grabbing the towel, I wrap it around my body, and head back into the bedroom to get dressed.
In the bedroom, I look through the closet for something to wear. Finding an old pair of jeans that fit snugly around my larger hips, I quickly slip them on. Grabbing one of Billy's shirts, I put it on, knowing that a beautiful woman in a man's shirt is sexy, but not wanting to try on any of the frilly clothes of his sisters.
Heading downstairs, I find Billy eating the breakfast he prepared for me, reading the newspaper.
"Hey babe! Did you sort everything out? Are we still on for today? What's going on?" he asks me, with a longing in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Billy but I couldn't get out of my commitment with the girls. But I tell you what - you and the other two guys go out on the town, have some fun, catch a movie or something. Tonight the three of us will meet the three of you at the club, and we shall party all night long! How does that sound?"
"If you leave, I am never going to see you again... am I?" he asks.
"Just be at the club tonight, and we will go from there, okay?" I say, trying to encourage him to go to the club. I feel terrible deceiving such a nice guy, but I know once he gets to the club, he'll forget all about me.
"Okay. I'll be there. You just make sure you are there too, okay?" he replies, doubt resonating in his voice.
"Okay - now I really have to get going. I am meeting the others in a little while," I explain, slipping on a pair of sandals I find near the door, presumably Billy's sisters.
"Have fun!" he says, trying to sound enthusiastic, but not looking up from his breakfast.
Closing the door behind me, I feel regret in the bottom of my stomach, but I can't dwell on that. Catching the local bus to the mall, I await the arrival of the other two 'girls'. The first to arrive is Kylie, dressed in a pale blue dress suit. I noticed her before she noticed me, so I scurried over to see what happened to her.
Looking at Kyle walk towards me, I can't help but notice how beautiful he is.
"Kylie! You look great!" I say, starting to feel a little self-conscious at how much of a bum I look like beside her.
"Brenda? Is that you? What happened to you? Did that guy try anything last night?" she asks, concerned.
"No - he was the perfect gentleman. But I have not adjusted as well to the feminine life as you have... obviously... I can't wait to get back to our own bodies!" I reply.
"Yeah - I know what you mean! I would be dressed like you too, but Steve is all about women's fashion - not just lingerie, as I found out this morning... I was looking alot like you now, and he went crazy - said a woman with my looks shouldn't waste them... Man - I wanted to just tell him the truth, but..." he trails off.
"No kidding - Billy was all over me to have sex with him - I just wanted to say - dude - I'm a guy! But I don't think he would have taken that too well."
"Yeah - but just think - by 9:30 tonight, all this will be over, and we will be the guys worried about the beautiful women we are dating!" he exclaims.
"Wait a second! How are we going to know if the women we pick up are actually women? I mean, how many guys do you think are going to get the same deal we got? We might end up dating men for all our hard work... that would NOT be good!" I say, beginning to worry about the deal we signed.
"That is a good point! But we will be going on Wednesday nights - how many dudes do you think are going to be going through this initiation on a Wednesday night? I mean - we got Saturdays off, so this isn't so bad... not too many guys are able to take a weekday off... especially if they didn't know what was in store for them!"
"True." I agree, relaxing a little. "So where is Andrea? He is supposed to be here any minute."
"Oh my god! Would you look at that - there she is! She looks like she is still on the prowl for men!"
Seeing Andrea wearing a nice black outfit, with a new lighter shade of hair, I wonder if there is any trace of our friend Andrew left.
"Andrea! There you are! What happened to your hair?" I ask her.
"Hey girls! What do you mean what happened to my hair? It looks alright, doesn't it?" she asks, pulling a compact out of her purse.
"It looks great - but it was a lot darker last night!" I reply, not knowing what else to say.
"Well - you know how my hair changes colour with the seasons... it being summer now, I should be blonde any day!" she giggles in response.
"Just what we need - a blonde bimbo," Kylie mumbles under her breathe.
"Well - we have all day to kill, what do you two think we should do? I think we should just lay low for the afternoon until we change back. No need to risk anything if we don't have to."
"What could possibly go wrong?" Kylie asks. "The three of us stick together and look out for one another - we can make it through the day, and make an adventure out of it. Think of it - we are three beautiful women! How many men get the opportunity to see things through the eyes of the very women they want to be with - this could be our opportunity to get an upper hand on all beautiful women out there. This is our inside track on all those more handsome men!"
"Well..." I start, reluctantly.
"What are you two babbling about?" Andrea pipes in. "I think we should go to the beach - it's a beautiful day outside - we could go get some good tans before we hit the club again tonight!"
"That might not be such a bad idea," Kylie replies. "Think about it - it's a public place, so nothing serious is going to happen, but also because of the public nature of the beach, we should be able to attract the men - this is where we can do the best learning!"
"Well..." I start again.
"Sounds like a good plan to me! Shall we go shopping for bikinis?" Andrea asks.
"Oh! Good idea again, Andrea!" Kylie chirps. Grabbing mine and Andrea's hands, she leads the way to Bikini Boulevard, the premiere store for bikinis in the mall.
"Well, hello ladies," greets the salesman, one of the men I have always envied. This man got to ogle beautiful women in bikinis all day - and he got paid for it! "Is there anything I can help you out with this fine day?"
"Actually - we are looking for some bikinis!" Kylie answers back.
"Well, you've come to the right place then." he replies with a smile. "In fact, today is your lucky day - we just got an extra shipment in of designer style two-pieces, so we either have to send them back for a loss, or sell them at a discount. So we are going to try and sell them at a discount. Interested?"
"Did somebody say sale?" Andrea asks, grinning from ear to ear.
Laughing, the salesman guides us to the back where the discount swimwear is on display. Seeing all the different shapes and sizes of swimsuits for women at the beach is one thing, seeing them in a store is quite another. Thinking back my first experience with the underwear, I dread this experience of swimwear, even as the other two are gleefully pawing through the multitude of bathing suits.
"Might I make a couple of suggestions? You seem overwhelmed," the salesman says, directing his comments at me.
"Actually - I am. I've never worn a bikini before - I prefer the one-piece swimsuit. I don't know how these two talked me into coming into this place," I say, trying to find a reason to leave.
"Well - I can tell you why you are here. Even under that baggy shirt, and those dirty ol' jeans, I can tell you have a great figure. They know that, and you know that so you want to show it off - there is nothing wrong with that. So on that note, would you like to try this one on?" he asks, holding out a teensy, weensy piece of red fabric, which I can only assume is a bikini.
"Umm - do you have anything... more?"
"I do, but I really think this is the suit for you. I tell you what - you go try this one on in the back, and if you don't like it, let me know and I'll get you another one. But trust me - I think you will be pleasantly surprised if you put this one on!" he urges.
"Okay - let me see it." I say, taking it from his hands. Walking towards the changeroom, I tell him to start looking for alternatives. As I near the changeroom, Andrea comes out in a black bikini, her hair looking lighter still.
Coming out of the changeroom, Andrea looks good in her black bikini.
"Nice!" I compliment her, wishing I was again a man so that I could fully appreciate what a women of his stature had to offer.
"You think so? I'm not so sure - where is that cute salesman? I'd love to get his opinion!" she replies, venturing further into the store to find the helpful, and very lucky, man.
Entering the dingy blue changeroom, I lock the door behind me. This little piece of cloth the man wants me to try on seems like barely enough to cover my head, let alone my body. Skeptically, I strip down and pull on the bottom half of the suit. Surprisingly, the suit fits like a glove, and the top goes on with relative ease as well. I feel very exposed, but at the same time very secure in the tight suit. Afraid and curious at the same time, I turn to look in the mirror to see just how naked I really am. Seeing myself again looking like a beautiful woman is shocking, but even more shocking is how good I look in the swimsuit! If only I could find a woman who looks this good who would want to spend time with me.
Looking in the mirror, I am again shocked at my own beauty. I will definitely be glad when this day is over!
Staring at myself, I can't believe how my world has been turned
upside down in less than twenty four hours. Just yesterday, I was getting
ready to go looking for beautiful women to spend some time with, and now I was a
beautiful woman, albeit with two other babes.
"What are you doing
in there? How does the suit look?" Kylie's voice asks, breaking me from my
trance.
"Umm... well..." I stutter.
"Come out here - let's see how you look, girl!" Andrea commands.
Nervously, I open the door, hoping the others won't be too shocked to see the new, nearly naked, me. Looking at Andrea in
"Huh? Well - I have got to say I look damn fine in this bikini... but I don't think I am ready for red... ask the guy if he's got a blue suit, would you?" I ask him. Thinking that blue is the more masculine colour, maybe having a blue bikini will leave me with some remnants of manhood in my now overly-feminine world. Minutes later, a knock on the door and Kylie's voice telling me to try on this blue bikini.