‘Feminine Fit’
By Julie D Cole
‘How did it go today Sam? Any better?’
‘No it was worse. It was like I was being undressed as I was on the stepper and same when I was on the running machine. It’s weird. I just don’t know what’s happening?’
‘ Never mind just focus on your exercise since you’ve got to admit this new workout plan that Marie set up for you has had a dramatic effect.”
“Yes but I need a new wardrobe. My clothes just drop off me now but it’s strange. In some places I lost weight but in other places I seem to have gained.”
“Well Sam you look fine to me and I’m quite jealous. Look at me I’ve put weight on. Seems like the exercise programme I’m on has increased my body bulk and but not all over. Look how slim my butt is now. It’s great to have to keep tightening my belt. I’ve used a pair of your old jeans around the house these last few days and at least they feel comfortable. I’m going to have to look on the bargain rack in the men’s section this weekend and at least I’ll not have to raid your wardrobe. “
Sam looked in the mirror with his wife looking over his shoulder. “Don’t you find it strange that we both changed shape around the hips and butt? And look at my chest. I should be doing more arms and chest exercises because I’ve gone flabby and my shoulders seem to have narrowed.”
“Well hon don’t worry about it. Let’s just call Marie at the weekend and ask her opinion since I’m sure she knows what she’s doing. Sometimes progress can be slow. Maybe her programme suits women better than men. “
“ That’s as maybe but surely the extra running and step routines I’m doing should reduce the sixe of my thighs and buttocks but they’re getting bigger.”
“Ho she came highly recommended. Anyway look at me I feel great these days but I’m sorry if this is a problem for you. I don’t really want to change trainers or reduce my exercises. I’m happy with my routine. If anything I’d like to increase the programme and go to the gym every day. “
“But I can’t make it every day, you know that so I’m relying on these boosters to speed up the process or it’s difficult to see progress. “
‘The extra work outs are helping me and so are the boosters. I increased the dose as Marie said. Look at my arms. I’ve seen girls with biceps on TV but I’m already the biggest in the classes at the gym. The other girls are way behind me in exercises and lifts. I’m almost as strong as the men who hang around admiring their bodies. You know who I mean that blond haired guy and his mates. Him with the fake suntan and the blue eyes. ‘
“You mean Antone and his friends. They are always parading around the dressing rooms without clothes. They may be big in the muscle department but they are not exactly stallions. “
“Oh you’ve been looking then “
“I have not. But I can’t help but notice since they are only a few yards away and I can’t just keep looking at my feet. These days they keep blowing me kisses if I make eye contact so I try not to look. “
“Well let’s give it longer and who knows you can parade around too. You’re half way there anyway since you’ve reduced a lot in size down there since we were married. Let me look.”
“No please don’t it’s embarrassing. “
“I won’t touch it. Look your sacks are almost empty. What happened. Maybe you need a stronger dose I’ll talk to Marie today and see what she thinks.”
“I feel like your pet the way you treat me. I don’t need boosters and help from Marie.”
“well I’ve made the decision and that’s my final word. She’s good. I feel strong enough to lift a car these days. I couldn’t even lift the wash basket a few months ago and you had to lift it for me. “
“Well you should try again instead of letting the wash baskets fill.”
“It takes two hon. You can always take over if you think you are better. In fact we ought to have a review of who does what around the house. I don’t have time for chores these days and if you get home first what’s to stop you doing more around the house. Either that or we hire a maid.”
“We can’t afford a maid and you know we can’t.”
“That’s it then we share the load. I want to focus on my strength exercises. I need a motivation plan. I’m thinking of competing in a muscle competition next time there’s one in town. I reckon I’m as fit as the girls you were fancying at the last competition. You never seemed to take your eyes off them and you were always fond of the ladies down at the gym. Especially the ones with nice butts. HaHa ‘Now you know what it feels like to be leered at. Maybe if I can bulk up a little more I could send in some snapshots and see if I qualify. “
I tried to ignore her and went back to the mirror pushing her aside as best I could. “Stop looking at your muscles and preening please and let me see what I look like. Just look at these jeans. They are baggy and won’t stay up. They are useless. I look like I’ve been to the Oxfam shop and taken any old pair off the rack. I’ve nothing else to wear that fits me that is presentable for the office.”
“Well there is one solution if you don’t mind me giving you some advice. Why don’t you try a pair that’s a more feminine cut? There are some old size 12’s in the store cupboard waiting to go to the charity shop. I’ll get them if you like. “
“You must be joking. Me in female jeans? I’d be the laughing stock. Anyway they’d be far too small and I am bigger than you.”
“Used to be dear. But you aren’t the same these days and neither am I. Anyway who’d notice? Jeans are jeans. ‘
“Yes but the zipper is opposite hand with women’s jeans and trousers and there is not much room around the crutch. ‘
“Well as you already said it’s not like you’re overly big in the bread basket. So what’s the problem?
“Thanks’ a bunch. None of this is doing my confidence any good. I seem to have shrunk all over and it’s not like I have much to fill out my jock strap with my sacks almost empty. What’s happened? I’ve seen women at the gym with more up front than me if you know what I mean. “
“Well funnily enough I do notice much more these days and there is one girl in the shower who is awesome. I thought she was a guy. You can’t believe what I saw. She was obviously enjoying every moment with her soap on a rope. As for the other younger girls I have noticed myself how well shaped they are and found myself staring. “
“You should be careful or they’ll report you.”
“Can’t help it since there are some pretty hot chicks with skinny shorts and I’ve had to look away several times in the showers before they caught me staring. They do make me feel very horny sometimes. Well not exactly horny like a man but having said that I’m a lot more prominent myself these days. Sometimes it’s like a small penis so I’ve had to let my bush grow a bit to hide it. Not that you’d have noticed of course. If I sleep in the nude do you think you might be attracted more? “
“No thanks. Not whilst I’m feeling like this. I can’t work it out. I’ve wondered if it was to do with pills we got. I think I might drop to half dose and still no change back. Do you think yours had an affect too?”
“Funny because I feel sure the pills have affected me too. My shape is definitely better and I don’t have a fear of anything these days. My opinion ? What’s the problem? “
“It’s me with the problem. I know it is. It upsets me. I seem to be a lot slimmer and smaller down below and it’s hard to get hard even first thing in the morning. I worry in case you come looking for some sex. You get a bit restless in your sleep and keep wrapping yourself around me. So don’t expect much since I’m not sure I can at the moment. As well as the lack of response and it shrivelling up my nipples have been sore as well and I feel so emotional. I burst into tears at work yesterday when my boss shouted at me.”
“Don’t worry even though I’m horny I’m not so interested in the old sex thing at the moment. I don’t think I want to lay and stare at the ceiling waiting for you to find ways to get hard. Having said that if you keep developing up top as you have done I'm not guaranteeing to keep my hands off you.”
“Sandy please. You’re making things worse. I hate myself at the moment. I can’t face anybody, especially in the gym and I’ve lost my confidence at work. I keep making bad mistakes and now I’m not trusted to take on a job. I have to be an assistant for a while and do the running around. It’s demeaning. I think I ought to have a couple of days off work because it’s upsetting me so much.”
“Why don’t you then. It’s not like you ever take time off and you could just chill and maybe just do a few tidy up jobs to give us more time for training. It’s getting to be a pain looking after you and as we agreed it’s time you did your share around the house. “
“That’s it then? Is that discussion over.”
“Well it is as far as I’m concerned. I’ll have to leave you to decide for yourself and better you follow my instructions I think and we can talk more later.”
So that was it I made a decision for once. I followed instruction.
The next morning Sandy left for her exercises that she always liked to do before work and I called in sick. It was the first time ever so it wasn’t like I was swinging the lead. I took a long bath and relaxed. “
As I soaped myself my chest was flabbier than ever and I found myself cupping each of my ‘breasts’ in turn. I’d been with lots of girls with less up top in my younger days and still had the knack of massaging the nipple between my second and third fingers. This time it was me that was responding. I was worried for a moment. What if these were real boobs full time. How can a man develop a bust? Surely not.
I’d already taken to wearing a vest recently to keep it as flat as possible and almost resorted to taping like I seen in films where girls tried to have boy chests. Strange I’d suffered this problem but I didn’t want to be a boy I was a boy. I had no choice but to do something since a colleague Jo who worked alongside me had been staring before I took action and I guess a white shirt and a shower on my way back from lunch had caused everything to show. I remember her standing up and coming over to my desk peering straight down my open shirt. I was embarrassed and tried to cover up.
She’d giggled and held my hand whilst she unfastened the second button ‘Wow you’re bigger than me, where did they come from?’ I tried to make her speak more softly since you could hear a pin drop. She giggled and said I shouldn’t be embarrassed just flaunt them a bit more in front of our boss and I might get a raise. “We both burst out laughing because our boss, Joanne, was known to like the girls rather than the boys. The giggling carried on all afternoon.
I did like Jo and we get along great although it wasn’t a good idea to say much about her in front of Sandy since she was getting very jealous since she saw Jo and I at lunch one day about 6 months ago and I got hell that evening. She’d threatened to castrate me if I didn’t behave myself but I hadn’t done anything to regret. We were just having fun and we had the same sense of humour.
I moved through to the bedroom and took out a few things from my wardrobe. I couldn’t find much to fit so sat on the bed and my eyes filled with tears. Here I go again. What on earth is the matter with me? Why cry over something so stupid. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t afford to buy new clothes in a smaller size that fitted me. I decided to look at some of the things Sandy had discarded since there were bound to be some sexually neutral items. I could then either go to the Mall or go on-line and order some on express delivery.
As I wiped my eyes using a tissue at the side of the bed I glanced at a magazine that Sandy had been reading. On the front was a picture of a model who was famous for modelling both men’s and women’s clothes. She/He looked better as a woman and not really very masculine at all. I read the article with great interest because he seemed gender neutral and I wondered how he’d managed to cope. She/He was having a great time and she/he was making lots of money and seemed to have friends of both sexes.
I sat and thought about what I would have done if I looked so feminine. I wasn’t exactly macho man but right now I wasn’t far away from having this problem If my hair was a bit longer I reckoned I’d have a job to convince anybody I was a man. I looked across at the mirror. I was even sitting in a strange way and I forced myself to uncross my legs. Then I crossed them again. I had very shapely calves that made Sandy a bit angry sometimes since her legs were like tree trunks as far as she was concerned. She was wrong of course and I suppose that was one of the reason she’d joined the gym.
I was a bid fed up with myself and all I had to look forward to was the list of chores Sandy asked be to carry out. It was a bit annoying since I was supposed to be sick. I decided to pop back under the duvee for a while before I made the bed and I picked up the magazine again and settled down to read it. I switched on the TV to watch the morning show at the same time. Some parents were on the show with their children who all felt they wanted to live as the opposite sex. Strange that I take a day off and I was surrounded by information related to people with dual gender roles and wanting to change sex.
I’d missed the first part that was an interview with the same model from the magazine but once the TV adverts had finished she came back on for the discussion. I say she because she was beautiful and she’d decided to spend most of her time dressed as a woman because it was easier for her. She also used the ladies bathrooms and rarely dressed in male clothes. However she’d had relationships with women but was now in a relationship with a male model. I don’t know if he was gay or not but he’d had lots of girlfriends and he treated her like any other woman.
I kept reading the magazine during the boring bits and even the letters were from women having difficulty with their partners who were not performing. So maybe I wasn’t a freak and perhaps I ought to take advantage of the situation so I decided to make the bed and look through the boxes of clothes to see if anything fitted.
The first box was mainly filled with underwear with a few skirts and some trousers and jeans on top. I looked at the jeans that seemed the right size but before I tried them I pulled out most of the underwear and spread it across the bed. I couldn’t stop myself from trying a few items. They were much nicer than things I was used to wearing and I even placed a bra over my man boobs that matched a pair of briefs I thought I could wear under the jeans that might be more appropriate than boxer shorts.
The briefs were a bit tight but they looked ok. They pulled me almost flat at the front so I thought they’d be better the skimpy ones. They didn’t look comfortable at all even though I wasn’t so big these days. The briefs actually fit me fitted better than my boxer shorts or my underpants. Maybe they were boys fit girls pants or was it because of the size? I paraded around a bit. There wasn’t much sign of my manhood or any real manly features these days. A lot of guys might like to be so slim but not with these things appearing on their chests. Definitely I was going to insist on more chest and arm exercise next weekend.
I tried on the jeans. My God it was a struggle and I had to lay horizontal to get them on. I remembered how Sandy used to do it and I used to laugh at her. I stood up. The zipper stuck half way but with a bit of gentle persuasion I got it right up even with my left hand. Are all women left handed I wandered?
I tilted the mirror and turned peering back over my shoulder.
Wow. Wow. I was gobsmacked. What a fit!! What had happened? I couldn’t ever remember Sandy had with such a shape.
Sandy was right. But how can a man have a butt like a woman?
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Feminine Fit
by
Julie D Cole
I must have stayed in the bedroom half an hour or so finding ways to look at myself from different angles. No wonder I was getting stares at the gym with a butt like this filling out my shorts. These jeans fitted perfectly and they looked too good to throw out. What was Sandy playing at?
She was always one for regular culls and giving things to the charity shop. I was a hoarder but even though I was I’d nothing that fitted. Sandy had hardly changed over the years and she was still the tops. I guess she’d aged a bit but haven’t most of us?
I looked at my face. In fact I looked younger and my skin was softer these days and my hair longer since Sandy said it was better that way because of the shape of my face and it suited me. Joanne at work didn’t seem to mind and Jane liked it too so I’d let it grow and just trimmed the ends. I fluffed it a bit and brushed it with a centre parting using Sandy’s hair brush. Funny even my hair seemed softer and finer. It seemed to fall more naturally with a centre parting that enhanced my new more feminine look. I stared at my face. With a bit of work who would be able to tell if I was man or woman. My eyebrows were the only thing that gave me away. Sandy was always wanting to trim them and so was my hairdresser.
My mobile phone went before I had chance to brush it back into my normal style and hold it with gel..
I ran downstairs but I missed the call. It was just a message to call the office.
Somehow then I forgot the need to gel my hair and flicked it back behind my ears whilst I made a coffee. I wanted to sit in the lounge and look at photos on my i-pad that we’d scanned from albums of prints from our early days together. I was quite slim and when I looked closely I realised how effeminate I was on some photographs. Especially with the colours that Sandy used to select and the way I would stand. We could have been two women with a bit of photoshop work and I thought I might play around a bit later to help me relax.
Sandy always knew her best assets and dressed accordingly. She was well stacked in those days much more than now and her legs were long and slim. She was taller than me when she wore heels.
Whilst we didn’t have the same money in those days she could always find a bargain and days she knew how to find things that displayed her assets. When I looked more closely at myself I did look a bit on the young side for Sandy but I was hooked from the moment I saw her sitting on a stool at the bar. There is something about the female shape that appealed to me and now it seemed I had adopted it too.
When I saw her that first time I was mesmerized just like I’d been when I looked over my shoulder into the mirror. I was immediately fascinated and I wanted to touch her. I took my chance and decided to order a round of drinks so I had an excuse to say hello before anybody else. As it turned out she’d been trying to attract attention and had pointed herself in my direction. We often giggled about it because my boss had spotted everything and seen me touch her as I introduced myself and he said she never resisted. I couldn’t recall being so forward at the time and only recalled tapping her slightly. Isn’t it a natural thing to do?
Funny how different I felt now. Gone was the slim hips and small butt. Now I seemed to have a slim waist that was still the same size but I now had curves and shape because of the added inches around my butt. On the other hand over the years and particularly recently Sandy had straightened out so to speak. It was a strange feeling and maybe it wasn’t real. How could I keep my waist yet change shape?
Maybe it was the style of clothes. Modern jeans are cut differently and probably I was just imagining it all. But for some reason I felt OK with it. I might have to keep a low profile for a while in case anybody thought this was an effort to change sex. I don’t know how that would ever go down at work and Sandy would no doubt kick me out.
Now I knew how Sandy must have felt every day as she prepared herself in the mirror and tried different looks. Sometimes I’d get angry at the long wait. I needed to experiment a bit to try to hide the changes so as much as I liked it I felt I needed to be careful.
I didn’t want to leave the mirror. Funny but I wasn’t excited or horny but sort of squishy and nice. I was very restricted anyway because of the tightness around the crutch and I moved my hand to try to find my maleness but it had disappeared and I could easily cup myself with my full hand. My squishy feeling turned to a shiver and back to squishy and then another shiver.
Maybe I should forget trying to recover the male look and maybe I could just stay here all day and enjoy myself and who cares about work or anything else. It was the first time I’d experienced a butterfly tummy and I wanted it to last. Maybe it would never happen again so I wanted to make the best of it. I sat down on the floor and leaned on my elbow peered in the mirror. I adjusted my position so I and found myself searching for my hand and wishing it was Sandy or even someone else. My jeans seemed to fit perfectly and the material was softer and more flexible than mine and especially the ones Sandy had stolen from my wardrobe. Why would she want to wear jeans so course. I didn’t want to take these girly ones off but I felt I ought to change before Sandy came home. What would she say if she saw me like this? I felt like a woman and what would I do if anybody at my office found out? But the jeans fitted and that had been the point of trying them. It was Sandy’s suggestion not mine.
Huh that was me being stupid. How could anybody know or even see me like this? This was only going to be the one time anyway. So that was a good reason to make this last. I lay back on both elbows and then onto my shoulders and arched my back Like Sandy used to do. Even with no hand contact the tightness of jeans was massaging me. Oh I shuddered and the squishy feeling was now getting more intense. I was sure I was damp but I didn’t want to stop. Oh if only I could experience this with Sandy or someone else. I found myself thinking of what it would be like if someone like Stevie at work walked in and lay beside me. Wait Stevie is a man not a woman. What would Sandy think? I was hers not anybody else’s. Was I going crazy Sandy is mine I’m not hers? She might be disgusted with me. Oh who cares, who cares?
I don’t know what had come over me. I was so absorbed I lost track of time. I just wanted to enjoy the experience, the feeling and the image in the mirror. I lost the feeling in my arm with pins and needles so I had no choice but to stand up and try to bring back the feeing. Was that me looking back? What’s happened? This was weird. I had nothing obvious between my legs anymore and my butt was soft and rounded.
I had to drag myself away from looking at myself and eventually after parading around a little I decided I had to go downstairs to make an effort as per Sandy’s instructions. These jeans were so wonderful. They reached they were comfortable and made me feel feminine. I found myself walking on my toes and holding my butt. It was as if I should be wearing heels or a boot rather than being flat footed so I found a pair of Sandy’s mules with a small heel. That seemed so much better and more natural. How come my own jeans had never given me so much pleasure? I even didn’t mind tidying up the house and washing dishes and dusting. It seemed natural.
I took a selfie with my mobile phone. Well quite a few actually. I had changed shape and it must be the effect of the training and maybe something to do with the tablets as well. Perhaps I needed to increase the dosage not reduce it to overcome this change in my appearance or maybe not and just enjoy this experience.
I wasn’t really interested in the exercise bit anyway for some reason, especially when guys started to stare at me and especially at my butt. It was awkward but not so bad really. I was more worried in the shower room and was a bit self -conscious about my shrinking manhood and developing man-boobs so recently I tried to cover up as much as possible. As much as I avoided eye contact with the muscle guys I found myself staring a bit at the other guys who had slighter build and were better looking without the muscular faces. But even they had some muscles. Why wasn’t I like that and how could I walk around nude with so much testerone on display. I wondered what Sandy would think if I was in line up with these guys with her making a choice and felt these days my lost manliness might mean I’d be kicked out.
I decided I needed to have a chat with Jo about it later and to tell her what was happening. I couldn’t not tell her since she worked so close to me. I needed to tell someone and she might help me to understand what might cause these changes and if I could be accepted like this in the office.
I had agreed to do some chores around the house and felt I should stay as I was since this felt more natural. Maybe if I focused on some tougher chores I would be able to stop admiring myself. I needed a top to wear that wouldn’t get soiled so I searched through the discarded clothes in Jo’s cupboard and opted for a top that looked as if it was designed to wear braless. It had a built in bra I suppose and the top was a perfect fit. It lifted me like I guess it was supposed to do and made my flabby chest look like a rounded but smallish pair of breasts. I liked it and sideways on the effect was even better.
My squishy feeling returned and so did my butterfly tum and neither sensation seemed to go. It was amazing and felt as good as any feeling I’d ever had. Much better even than whilst making love when I was in my prime.
I moved to the kitchen to give it the good clean it needed since a lot shows up in daylight. When I finished it looked almost like it did when it was first fitted. Nothing was out of place and I’d even tidied the cupboards. I threw away some out of date things. I knew this would please Sandy. I needed to show I had tried at least and what better way. Looking through the window I saw it was a nice day outside. It was time for another coffee I took it through to the sunroom and decided to turn on the radio and found a music channel. Not a bad choice since it was Amy Winehouse singing. I was moving to the music and swaying the hips that had developed and I looked at the reflection in the glass door. I looked really different. If I’d got longer hair I’d have sworn it was a strange woman in our house.
I stood with my hands on my hips and flipped them over like I’d seen my work colleagues do many times. I mimed to Amy’s song and could feel tears in my eyes when I thought about her. She seemed to be doing so well but obviously everything became too much for her. Tears were rolling down my cheeks yet I never really showed such emotion normally. I searched for a tissue and recovered as the next song started. Maybe I’d put on her DVD since her backing guys always made me smile. It wasn’t as if I had to rush around although I could see a few jobs that needed doing. I jotted a few down on a notepad.
Sandy had left me a message to empty the washing machine that she’d already loaded and set off before she left for work. She asked if I’d check the weather outside and if it was fine to hang out. As I emptied it I realized it was all smalls and delicates. They weren’t exactly small or delicate in fact and if anything they’d be about the right size for me.
I reached to the cupboard for a pair of Sandys rubber gloves and found the wash basket. Just like the jeans the gloves were snug fit and made my hands appear slender. Most women seem to have long fingers but Sandy hadn’t. Mine were similar size and my job was gentle on the hands so they were soft and my fingers seemed to have become slimmer whilst my butt had widened. I guess the tablets were moving body fat around. Wait a minute what rubbish. Why was I thinking like this?
The house phone interrupted my daydreams. It was Sandy checking on me. ‘Yes dear I’ve called in to work. Yes I’m OK. Well they were a bit funny with me. It isn’t fair I never took sick leave before. Joanne was very offhand. ’
‘Yes she is the boss and I know she is a bitch. I can’t face her these days since she picks on me.’
‘I did find myself shaking so I took a long soak and soon I calmed down. I wanted to cry but I hung on.’
‘Well I wasn’t too bad. Apart from a feeling strange and having a butterfly stomach I felt OK.’
‘No it’s not anything I can explain. I just feel different. It’s those damn tablets and I’m going to stop taking them.’
‘Sandy please. If I increase the dose it might cause high blood pressure. There is a warning on the box. Sandy please I can’t it might be dangerous. Can’t we wait until we see what Marie says at the weekend?’
‘I know I can make my own decisions but right now I feel confused. Sandy that’s not fair I am not acting like a girl. I’m trying to be sensible. Please Sandy. I just need to check the website. OK I’ll do as you say. But please don’t be late home I’d like us to talk about it first’
‘Sandy why do you have to go to the gym again tonight. It takes you ages and anyway you went this morning and you don’t have spare training gear. No wonder you are building muscle. I thought we could just take a walk and then have dinner. It would be nice to have chance to talk.’
‘Sandy that’s not fair. I don’t really want to leave the house today. I’m just about to hang out your washing. Couldn’t I just use the drier? OK if you say so but it’s not exactly a man type job hanging out delicates.’
‘ OK I give in. Go if you must and I’ll meet you there but you’d better not be late. I’m not going into the gym if you don’t mind I don’t much feel like it at the moment. Especially late afternoons or in the early evenings.’
‘Simple it’s because there may be some guys who were ogling me or some girls from work there. ‘
‘She probably will but I don’t know. She has been teasing me lately but I just ignored her. She’s a bit wild and tends to prefer female company rather than male so I’m not her type.’
‘What do you mean? She isn’t into men I’ve told you.’
‘OK I’m coming but if you don’t mind I’ll just come back home after I drop off your gear whilst you exercise. ‘
‘ I’ll think about it then but I’m not coming into the gym. I might have a coffee but what if someone sees me? I know but its bad enough realizing I fit your clothes without being seen wearing them. ‘
‘It will take more than that to persuade me. You can wait to see what I look like when you get home can’t you? That’s one of the things we need to discuss. OK I’ll let you both see me. But just this once. This is weird.’
To be continued……….