The Explosion
by Janet L. Stickney
( Janetlynn17@Hotmail.com )
Working
in the small shop kept me busy enough that I was able to forget the horror of
the explosion that reduced our house to rubble, taking my sister and parents.
"A gas leak" the investigator had said, which was no comfort at all.
I spent a week going through the rubble, salvaging what I could, mementos of
the family like albums, bits of jewelry and so on. I rented a condo and moved
everything I salvaged into the basement.
My name
is Greg Grant, I'm 20, alone now, with no close relatives. My misery of my
plight was not lightened even slightly when the leak had been traced to a
plumber that had incorrectly hooked up the dryer. Between the life insurance
and the settlement from the plumbing company, I would never have to work again,
but the long days alone, the silence ripping my heart out and my grief seemed
to last so long that I took this job just to relieve the tension. My boss was a
woman named Valerie, a widow that took over the shop when her husband died. She
was the one that mentioned my weight loss. "You must be down to…what? 125
pounds now Greg?" "I guess. It doesn't matter." Valerie was as
old as my mother had been, and she even sounded like her sometimes. "It
does matter Gregory Grant!" Her anger was evident, and I stayed silent.
"Just look at yourself Greg, your hair is down your back, you weigh less
than my daughter did, and you haven't got the slightest bit of zip in
you!" She was right, I was a pitiful sight, wretched even. "What you
need is something, or someone, to live for. Some reason to get on with your
life." Just then I backed against the counter to lean on it and a gallon of
solvent spilled over me from a high shelf. I was covered in a highly toxic
solvent mixed with oil that we used in appliance repair. It had soaked through
my clothes, and I could feel it burning my skin almost at once, and ran to the
back of the shop and straight into the shower.
My
clothes lay in a heap on the floor as I soaped up and rinsed off. My skin was
turning a soft red all over, some places a nice deep red. It was not hard to
notice that all traces of my body hair washed off in the shower, and the hair
on my head had also been burned. Most of the solvent ran down my shoulders, and
then down my body, enveloping me in the sticky oil down to my feet. Valerie
went upstairs to her apartment, returning with a bundle of clothes. "These
are the only things I have that will even come close to fitting you Greg."
She handed me a pair of clean panties, which I stepped into, just so that I was
less naked. Then she handed me a pair of tan stretch slacks that had a zipper
on the side, and a plain white blouse. For shoes, she gave me a pair of brown
flats! In her hand she had a pair of knee highs. "Just in case the shoes
are tight." They were, and I ended up wearing the knee highs just so I
could get the shoes on. She pulled my long hair back and set it in a ponytail
for me, then, I glanced in the mirror. What I saw, was a girl! Not ugly, but
not pretty either. "Those clothes fit you rather well!" Her smile set
me at ease, then she added, "You know, you would make a very pretty girl
Greg, even without makeup! We'll have to try it someday." I looked in the
mirror, and knew that she might be right. But I had never been attracted to
women's clothes unless there was a girl inside of them of course, so I
dismissed her remark.
That
night, before I undressed, I looked closely at myself in the mirror, wondering
why, and how, so few clothes could make me look so feminine. Later, as I
undressed, I saw the redness was subsiding, and wondered if Valerie was right.
Would I make a pretty girl? Then, could I bring myself to even try it? I
dismissed that thought out of hand and slipped on a clean tee, made a sandwich
and was sitting watching television when I heard a knock on the door. Without a
thought I opened it and saw Valerie standing there! "Can I come in?"
I let her in, and saw her looking at me strangely. I looked down, and saw that
I still had the panties on! "I forgot to change them" I said.
"Right" was her answer. She sat some bags on the table and looked at
me. "I brought over a few things that you might want to try on." I
started to open the bags when she said, "they were my daughter's
Greg". I slowly opened them and saw a profusion of color in one bag, white
in another, and shoes in yet another. We stared at each other for a moment,
then she asked me straight out if I had considered dressing up as a girl. I
had, but I certainly wasn't going to admit that! My pause told her otherwise.
"Let's take tomorrow off Greg, and see just how pretty you are."
"Why do you want me to dress up so bad Valerie?" "Ellen used to
work in the shop with me, when I had the dress shop that is. When she was shot
my entire world collapsed. I still miss her Greg, and for a long time now I
have wanted to close the repair shop and go back to selling dresses. Having
another woman in the store makes it easier because one person runs the counter
and the other runs the back room." She stood up and looked at me. "I
was going to tell you pretty soon anyway. I sold the shop. The new owner is
taking over on the first of the month." We looked at each other, staring,
while I tried to make my decision. "If I even try to do this, I will be
myself, whatever that turns out to be. I'm not Ellen, and I will not try to
replace her, be like her, or anything like that." "I know that Greg.
It was presumptuous of me, bringing these clothes over, but you did look very
feminine today and I thought that you might at least try it." I liked
Valerie and did not want to lose her friendship. That, coupled with what I saw
in the mirror, also made me wonder what I would look like, so I nodded my head
yes. "But this is just a test!" "Great! I'll be over in the
morning and we can see just how good you look when you're all done up
right." She left, and I wondered why I had agreed to do it.
I slept
in the panties that night, failing to see any reason to change them. Besides,
they did feel nice. In the morning I made coffee, had a roll, and was in my
robe when Valerie showed up. All business, she and I sorted through the bags of
things she had brought over, gave me clean panties to change into, then had me
sit at the table as she began do to makeup on me. I was unable to watch as she
spent twenty minutes on me before she wrapped a bra around me, padded the cups
with some socks, then came pantyhose, a blouse followed by a pleated tan skirt,
and short brown heels. She pulled my hair into a ponytail, and had me look in
the mirror. From head to toe I had disappeared! In my place was a foxy looking
girl with great legs, a trim waist, and was quite pretty. "I just knew
that you would look wonderful Greg!" I had to admit it, she was right! I
didn't look to bad, or at least I thought so. "What now Valerie?"
"That's for you to decide. I want you to work for me at the dress shop,
but that would mean that you would need to dress like this every day. If you
decide to do this, then we'll get your hair styled, your nails done, and some
more clothes. Then we spend hours setting up the shop."
As I
said, I had no family, no pressing need to work, and also, no girlfriend or any
other reason to say no, but… "Nervous?" "A little I guess. I've
never worn women's clothes before." "Look at yourself. Does that look
like a man in a dress?" "Do I get a discount?" She hugged me
tightly, and smiled at me. "I'll take that as a yes. Let's start today
then. We'll stop at the salon and let them fix you up, get a bit of lunch, then
I'll show you where the new shop is going to be." She handed me an empty
purse which I put my wallet into, and she drove over to her salon. I soon found
myself in a chair as the woman washed my hair, commenting on how badly it
needed to be cut and the damage. "The chemical you spilled has burned your
hair dear. I'm going to have to cut a lot of it off, and then put in a soft set
perm just so you can control it." Since I had no idea what she was talking
about, I said yes, and she began. Two hours later, when I left the salon, my
hair and nails had been done, and my makeup redone. When I looked in the mirror
shock set in all at once. I looked like a younger version of my mother!
Valerie
and I had lunch, asking me what name I wanted to use! "I never gave it any
thought Valerie. Then I remembered a girl in school that I admired. Janet Lynn.
"How about Janet Lynn?" "That's a very nice name Janet."
Then she drove us over to the new shop. It was inside one of the small plaza's
nearby. The store was really quite large, and workmen were busy building the
counters and changing rooms. "They should be done by the end of the week,
and starting on Monday we will be busy unpacking." On the way out I heard
one of the men making a comment about me. He said he would like to jump my
bones! I guess that means that he did not know I was a male! We got back in the
car and Valerie drove to a small shop located across town. "A friend of
mine owns the shop, and she has agreed to help you look more feminine
Janet." "I thought I was doing fine Valerie." "You are, but
she is going to improve it anyway. Just do what she says."
Being a
male, dressed as a female, no matter how nice I looked, still made me nervous,
especially later, when I was told by Cathy, the owner of the shop we had gone
to, once I was alone with her in the back of her store, to strip! "You'll
just have to trust me Janet. I don't bite." Her smiling face followed me
as I went into the small changing booth and stripped to my panties. From the
shoulders up I looked like a 20 year old girl, from there down I was clearly
male, but she seemed to ignore all of that and started in on me. I stood there
as she made a cast of my chest, then a male mold from that. I watched as she
also made a mold of my butt, upper thighs, and hips. While I washed off the
gunk that remained, she started on the chest mold, and in what seemed like minutes,
she had created a pair of breastforms that looked so lifelike it was scary, and
they matched the color of my skin exactly! Then she started on the hip pads,
and within a few hours she was done. Cathy had also fitted me with a custom
made latex vagina that made me look perfect. I could even have sex! I watched
her as she attached the breastforms to my chest, then the hip padding on my
hips. When I looked in the mirror, every bit of me looked like a female
including my groin. As I got dressed it was obvious that the panties and bra
fit better, the skirt hung like it should, and as I walked around, the new
weight on my chest made me aware that I now had boobs. Valerie took me home,
telling me that she would be back later so we could expand my wardrobe a bit.
Valerie also gave me the mother daughter talk. "Be a good girl, you don't
have to prove anything" that sort of thing.
Later
that night we went to the mall and I bought more clothes at one time than in my
entire life! Bras, slips, skirts, shorts, blouses, dresses, shoes, coats,
jeans, tops, boots, belts, scarves, panties, pantyhose, a makeup kit, and so
on, until my arms were aching. Valerie said it "would do", and she
took me home, telling me she would be busy for the next few days and for me to
try everything on. It took a while to get used to all of the new ways to snap,
zip, or fasten the clothes, but I managed, and had everything hung up the next
day. I tried my hand at makeup, and while I was not as good as at the salon, it
wasn't bad either. As the breastforms were attached to my chest and would stay
there for a long time, I had to learn to do makeup and hair, so I washed my
makeup off and started again, and again and again until I was satisfied. On
Monday morning I wore shorts, a top, ankle socks and my gym shoes as I drove to
the new shop. Valerie was there, sorting through a stack of boxes. She and I
spent all day unpacking, ate a small dinner, and went home.
By then I
was almost used to the way my breasts restricted me, having to sit down to pee
and so on. It seemed that my boobs were always in the way! But being honest, I
was getting fond of them, just like I was beginning to like being dressed as a
girl. So far I had not worn a skirt or dress to work because of the work we
were doing. My hair seemed to always fall in place, and doing makeup was not
quite so hard for me to do now. The only problem was the guy two doors down. I
knew had seen me coming and going, three times so far, and by the way he
watched me, I was certain he wanted to meet me, but I did my best to ignore
him. Two weeks later, we opened the shop. We sold primarily prom and bridal
dresses, so I wore a skirt and blouse or a suit every day.
Working
in the shop and dressing as a woman every day, it was now second nature for me.
I had lost all of my fear of discovery, and had hair and makeup down pat. We
were open almost a month when did our first wedding, and I helped Valerie do
the pinning on all of the girls. I had never seen so many naked women in one
spot before, but I had to go on like it was nothing. To them, I was also a
woman. What a day that was! On the way home I stopped for dinner, and saw my
neighbor sitting across from me. As he got up to walk over to my table and I
looked at him, I was reminded just how masculine he was. Tall, well over six
foot, he had brown eyes set in a chiseled face, a crooked smile, and a mop of
dark curly hair. I now thought of myself as Janet at all times, and reacted to
his approach like a female. I was tired of staying at home alone every night,
and as he approached me I decided to change that.
"Hi
again. Mind if I sit down?" "Not at all. Nice to see you again."
"I'm sure you know, but my name is Jeff Jantzen." "Janet
Grant" I answered. "I was wondering, are you single?" he asked.
With a nod of my head I signaled yes. "Would you like to go out to dinner
on Friday night and see the hockey game?" "I love hockey! That would
be very nice Jeff, thank you." "Can you be ready to go by five?
Traffic is going to be tough." "Of course." He rose and shook my
hand, and left my table and walked out the door. I had my first date!
Because
it would be cold at the stadium, I wore black slacks with a white sweater and
boots. My makeup was the minimum I could get away with, my hair, now longer
again, hung across my shoulders like a cape, no longer sandy brown, but auburn.
My jewelry muted and tasteful. My perfume however was the best I had, my
lipstick a soft reddish pink. He was right on time, and he drove us to a
restaurant close to the stadium. Dinner was wonderful, and our team won the
game. Later, as he pulled up in front of my house, he pulled me to him and
kissed me. I felt his tongue against my lips, and without a thought, opened my
mouth to accept him. All at once a shudder went down my spine as he set off a
fire inside of me that I never expected. I felt myself melting into him as he
kissed me, only breaking away when we both needed air. "I have to go in
Jeff. I had a wonderful time." I went in, waving to him as he drove away.
As I pulled the slacks off, I could feel my own manhood inside the special
panty demanding attention. He had really turned me on, a lot more than I had
ever thought possible. I don't know about him, but I was on cloud nine.
Valerie
knew about my date of course and asked me how it went. When I answered
"dreamy", she told me to be careful. "He thinks you're a woman
Janet, and will try to take you to his bed sooner or later!" I had
readjusted myself inside of the panty and no longer had to worry about being excited
again, nor did I have to worry about it if he ended up in my bed or me in his.
"He only took me out once Val! He might not even ask me out again!"
"I don't believe that and neither do you. Just be careful." "I
will, promise." She shook her head, sure that the minute he stuck his
tongue in my ear it was all over. On Saturday morning he stopped by the shop to
see me. Valerie saw him first and called for me. I was in the back of the store
sorting new stock. My hair had fallen out, my jeans were dirty, and I had no
makeup on. The minute I stuck my head out he saw me and smiled. "Hi Janet.
I stopped by to see if you wanted to have dinner tonight." "It will
have to be casual Jeff. Valerie and I have a lot of things to do tonight."
"That's okay with me, maybe Valerie will join us then." We both
looked at her as she nodded her head yes.
He took
us to Italian, then back to the shop. After he left, Valerie looked at me
strangely. "That man has the look Janet!" "What look?" I
asked stupidly. "The I've fallen for you, and want you in my bed
look!!" "No!" "Oh yes, and I think that you're ready to see
he gets what he wants. Remember when I told you that you needed someone?"
I nodded my head yes, "You have never seemed more alive than after the
first time he took you out Janet. I think you found someone." It was true.
I had a dream about he and I together, which is something that had never
happened to me before. Me with another male that is. But it was true. After a
month of dressing as a woman I had begun to think and react like one, and I
knew that I was going to at least try 'it' with Jeff. "I hope you're right
about him Valerie." Her mouth popped open and I smiled and went back to
work.
She was.
That night, right after I got home he rang the bell. As soon as I opened the
door he handed me some flowers, holding a bottle of wine in his other hand.
"I can't get you out of my mind Janet. All I think about is you and the
way your lips felt against mine the other night." I let him in and quickly
closed the door. I was hardly a ravaging beauty right then, but he did not seem
to care. "Let me shower Jeff. I'll be right back." I stripped and
showered, shaved closely, and did a bit of makeup. Clean panties, a pair of
shorts and a top with no bra, with my hair slightly damp, I hurried back to where
he was waiting. He took one look at me, then swept me into his arms and pulled
me close. His hand went around me, his lips touched mine, sending shivers up
and down my back. "I want you Janet Grant. Now. I don't think I can wait
any longer." His hand found my breast as he quickly picked me up and
carried me into my bedroom. His pants were tented out and I knew that he was
excited. I unbuttoned his shirt, and as he took it off I started on his belt
and pants, yanking them down with my fingers.
I pulled
the top off, stepped out of my shorts, and stood there waiting for him to take
me. We fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs as he kissed me all over. I
felt my panties slide down, and rolled over to face him. His hardness poked
against his briefs and I took them off, my hand grabbing him. He lay there as I
manipulated him, the velvety hardness so familiar, yet different. "Kiss it
Janet." My lips found him, and I gave it a lick before my lips surrounded
him. As my head went up and down his hands held my butt. All at once I was
filled and swallowed all I could. My hand never left him as I lay on my back. I
guided him in and felt his weight on top of me as his member pushed inside,
stroking back and forth until he released again. He rolled off of me and lay
back panting as I rolled with him. I got on my knees and lowered myself onto
him, rocking back and forth. I watched his face as my hands caressed his chest.
All at once he expended again, and I knew that he was dry. I went in the bath
to clean up, put on a nightgown, and lay next to him savoring his scent and
warmth. He was gently snoring as I moved close to him. As he slept I thought
about what I had done, and did not regret any of it because he had turned me on
like nobody ever had, and I loved it. In the morning I arose early, got
dressed, and made a small breakfast. He wanted a return match, but I had to go
to work and made him go home.
I saw a
doctor that day and started the procedure to become a female. Within a few
months I had small but definable breasts, wider hips and smooth skin. Jeff and
I dated, but I did not sleep with him again although I did take care of his
needs often. At the end of six months I had a full B cup breast, and now, a
truly feminine shape. Everything but my false vagina was relegated to the back
of my closet. Jeff and I had become very close, and I was sure he was about to
ask me to marry him. My doctor told me I was ready for surgery, so I took a
leave and a month later returned a complete woman. A week later Jeff asked me
to marry him, and I did, almost three months later. Valerie, like all proud
mothers gloated whenever she looked at me in my wedding dress.
On the day we were married, I let him undress me
completely. As the dress fell to the floor and I stood there in my corselet and
heels smiling, he slowly unfastened my corset and as my breasts fell free his
mouth found my nipples. That night I really became a woman as he took me over
and over. It was one explosion after another for two whole days. As he took his
shower I thought about my journey to this point, and smiled to
myself.
since 8/19/06