The next thing he noticed as he swung his legs over the bedside was an odd sensation of numbness that enveloped his body.The next thing he noticed as he swung his legs over the bedside was an odd sensation of numbness that enveloped his body. When he absentmindedly scratched his crotch, something rang his alarm bells and he looked down... ...and nearly fainted with shock. I'm dreaming, he thought, I've gotta be dreaming. For framing the view of his belly were two magnificent breasts and the swell of womanly hips was visible below them. He stumbled, in a daze, to the long dressing mirror. The view that greeted him there rocked him to his core. He was a woman. From his shapely legs up past the nude mons veneris, his gaze swept upwards, over the wide hips and surprisingly small waist, to his amazing breasts. They had no right to be there, but denying them didn't make them go away. And worse, his face was not his own. He knew that heavily made-up feminine face in the mirror from somewhere. Then he remembered. His first night with Flora and Mandy. It was the rubber false face mask Flora had worn that first night. Combined with what must surely have been a wig, it gave him a quite feminine and natural, if expressionless, woman's face, with a pouting mouth and long lashes. His gaze returned to the breasts pointing at him from the mirror. How is this possible? he wondered. Hmm... about a 'D' cup, thought Jason to himself, and nicely shaped, too. He fondled them a moment, feeling already stiff nipples under his slightly numb fingers, but no sensation in the breasts. They were numb, senseless. That's odd, he thought- Mandy says her breasts are quite sensitive. Well... if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up. I want to know what this is really like... strange... why do I feel so seperated from my body? This is more like a drug trip than a dream. He had no idea how close I was to the truth. Jason would never have admitted it to anyone, even Mandy, his first love, but he had always had transexual fantasies. The reason was not so much that he enjoyed women's clothes, but rather that he wanted to BE a woman, at least temporarily, to feel what a woman feels. He had always suspected that their bodies felt much more sensual to their owners, and he was certain they enjoyed sex more than most men. |