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Headlights Girl

by Catherine Linda Michel

 

It took almost two hours for "Holly", now Eric, to get out of that tub. When he did, he came into the livingroom where I had been sitting and thinking. He was wearing a robe that was too small for him and, when I looked up and noticed that, he grinned and said,

"Hey, everything in this house belongs to "Holly". There aren't any men's clothes here and this was the only thing I could find to wear. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable or anything."

"No, that's ok." I replied. "It's just one little'thing in a bunch of really BIG things today. As long as you don't move around too much and expose ...um anything, I'll be ok, I guess. You know, this is a HELL of a thing to spring on me. I mean, here I was, expecting a pleasant time with a good looking woman and she turns out to be a GUY in some kind of rubber love doll suit or something! Damn, man! How the hell am I supposed to feel about this?" I've been sitting here thinking about everything you've told and proved to me in the last few hours and I'm disgusted and fascinated at the same time. For GOD'S sake, man! I made love to a MAN last night! How disgusting is THAT?"

Eric rose from where he was sitting, carefully, thank GOD, and came over to where I was seated. He sat down next to me, but not touching me in any way.

"Look, Jimmy." He began. "I know what you're going through right now, believe it or not. This is the very same way the last "Holly" got ME to take over for herhimwhatever. As weird as it seems to you right now, it felt the same way for me! I went through the same thoughts and feelings of confusion and disgust that you're going through, but "THAT "Holly" explained things to me the same way I'm gonna explain to you. First though, I gotta get something to eat, and some clothes to wear. It may take awhile to find something of "Holly's" that will fit me and not look too strange. You want to start fixing something to eat for both of us? I'll be back in a little bit."

I looked at Eric in that silly little feminine silk robe and I couldn't help but grin a little bit at how ridiculous he looked in it.

"Well," I said, "Whatever you find, I hope it fits you better than that does. I guess I can probably find something in your kitchen to fix for us."

He smiled back at me and said,

"Well, I'll do the best I can. Please don't laugh at me when I come back out, though. Remember, all the clothing in this house was bought and tailored to fit "Holly". I'm probably gonna look sillier than I do right now."

Then he walked off towards the bedroom. I noticed a definite feminine motion as he did and I just shook my head, adding that to my long list of questions I was going to have to get answers to before this day was over.

I got up and walked into the kitchen and began looking in cupboards and into the refrigerator for something quick and simple to cook up for the two of us. Finding eggs and some cheese, I decided to make a couple of omelets and some toast and I also found, loaded and started the coffee pot. By the time the omelets and toast were done, the coffee pot was perking and, as I found some dishes and silverware, Eric came out of the bedroom. He was wearing a sort of sweat suit, but it was pink. It really didn't fit him all that well, and it almost looked worse than the robe had, but at least nothing was in any danger of falling into view, thank goodness. I couldn't help smiling at how he looked in that outfit and he grinned a sort of sheepish grinback at me.

"I know, I KNOW!" He said. "This was the best thing I could find that even came close to fitting! You gotta remember, "Holly" is..was a VERY female woman. All "her" clothing is either way too sexy or too revealing for me to wear as a guy. Go ahead and have your little laugh if you think it'll help."

 

Well, I thought about laughing. I wanted to laugh. I mean, here was this guy, wearing a cute little PINK sweat suit and he DID look silly in it, but then I also thought, 'He IS right. If he'd come out here in any of the sexy clothing that a "girl" like "Holly' would probably wear, he'd have looked so much more ridiculous. Besides, there are more important things to be thinking about right now'. I dished up the food and sat down at the table, leaving him to get his own. He loaded up his plate and came over to the table, bringing the coffee pot and a cup with him. We sat there eating and didn't say much at all. I think he was giving me time to organize my thoughts before continuing with his incredible story.

When we were done eating, he took our plates, put them in the sink, and put the coffee pot back on its heating base. Then we went into the living room and sat down again. I started to say something, but he held up his hand and said,

 

"Let me tell you the rest of this. Then if you still have questions, you can go ahead and ask me, ok?"

 

"Okay." I responded. "That sounds all right to me."

"Well," he began. "Like I told you before, I am not the first "Holly". There have been at least three or four others before me. The HEADLIGHTS chain in town has been there for about 15 or 16 years so you do the math. Three years is the absolute TOP amount of time anyone can stay in the bodysuit without it becoming their real body and there has never been a "real Holly" yet so Anyway, when you wear the suit, you basically BECOME "Holly" with all the proper attitudes, behavior, knowledge and habits a woman her age could and should have. Your sexual preference as "Holly" are almost exclusively heterosexual, meaning you like men much better, but would consider "seeing" a woman if the circumstances were right."

"I also told you that the only thing you CAN'T do in the suit is get pregnant. There also seems to be some kind of built-in immunity type thing which means that STDs are not a worry, thank God. You ARE fully capable of having sex as a female and, as you saw last night, it is every bit as real and as satisfying as it would be for a woman who was BORN a woman. In fact, if I hadn't been very careful and VERY aware of who I REALLY am, it would have been easy for me to get caught up in being "Holly" and falling for some guy! No gynecologist in the world could tell the difference between me in the "Holly" suit and a real woman, without an extensive and invasive examination including x-rays and MRIs."

He paused for a moment to take a sip of his coffee and I started to say something, but he held up his hand and stopped me.

"Let me finish before you start with any questions. Now, what I'm saying to you is simply this. While wearing the suit, you ARE "Holly". You have all the normal female responses and everything that goes with that. You experience life AS a female with all that entails. Yes, before you ask, you even suffer from periods, although they aren't nearly as bad as they are for most real women. I do NOT know how all that is accomplished and I didn't really WANT to know. I knew that I could stop being "Holly" anytime I wanted and if I DID want to stop, I knew I COULD stop. I wasn't "trapped" in the suit in any way. The only considerations were, how much money did I want or need, and how long could I be "Holly" before I began to forget who I really was."

"I knew too, that three years was the top limit of time before a real life decision would have to be made. Would I want to STAY "Holly" or would I return to my real life and pick up where I left off." "I CAN tell you that I have had a real blast being "Holly". At first it WAS disconcerting to wake up in the morning and not recognize that person in the mirror, or to be brought up short passing a mirror and not seeing Eric, but "Holly". The programming tapes helped a lot but they took about a full week to be fully effective and I DID "slip" more than once during that time, showing one aspect of Eric's behavior or another. Generally though, it was a painless adjustment and, after that first week, I just settled into being "Holly" and didn't think about it any more. When I finally went out on a date with a guy, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to me. I was a woman and women date guys, normally speaking. It didn't seem strange of weird or anything like that. I just had a good time and that was it. What the tapes do is condition you to acting just like a real woman would without burying your real personality at all. YOU are still there in that oh so sexy shell. It just doesn't seem to "bother" you, being a woman that is."

"Now." He continued. "You DO have to decide this TODAY! If you're going to do this, you'll have to be at work, at HEADLIGHTS, by no later than Tuesday afternoon. You'll have to come up with some kind of story to tell your friends and family because you can't associate with them at all while you are "Holly". You'll have to quit the job you have now, and you'll have a blank space in your life for as long as you remain "Holly". That might be the hardest thing of all, I know it was for me. I had really good friends and a loving family before I started this and it hurt me, and them, to know that I wasn't going to be able to talk to them or even SEE them for as long as I stayed as "Holly". For me, the deciding factor was the amount of money I was going to be able to make and the sense of adventure I felt. Think of it, Jim."

"You will get to experience something that VERY few guys ever do. For however long you decide to do it, you are going to BE a woman, a REAL woman in damn near EVERY respect. What you learn, what you experience, will make you one of the world's foremost experts on women and what they want and need! You will know EXACTLY how to turn them on and satisfy them because you will have experienced it for yourself! You will understand EVERY aspect of a woman's life except for getting pregnant and giving birth. Now, the only other thing I have to tell you is this. Well actually it's TWO things. First of all, there IS an "adjustment period" that you will experience, both in becoming "Holly' AND when you go back to being Jim. You probably noticed the way I was walking and the way I'm sitting and using my hands while I talk to you. I seem quite feminine to you, no doubt. This will fade and, in about a week or so, I will have lost all the "leftover" behavior and I will be the same Eric I was before I started this adventure. The only thing I will have lost will be the time I spent as "Holly" andthat is only half of what it would have normally have been with respect to my actual age. As I told you, you only age at half the normal rate while you wear the suit."

"The OTHER thing I have to tell you is this. If, for ANY reason, you don't decide to stay as "Holly" for the full three years, there are a couple of things that can happen. If you find someone else to take over for you, you don't have anything to worry about. If you CAN'T find someone to take over for you, ARE stuck as Holly. If you try to run away or "back out of the deal" without finding a replacement, well, it's not pleasant, let me tell you. The people in charge need a certain commitment from anyone wearing and using their bodysuits and, considering the opportunity they are giving you and the financial gains you will get from this, they have a right to expect that commitment. They CAN and will "lock" you into the suit until you find someone to take over, or until your three years are up. They knew, last night, that I was going to make this offer to you and they "unlocked" me so I could prove what I was going to be telling you. You can also, at the end of the three years, if you want to remain as "Holly", get a permanent "lease" on the suit. You DO have to remove it once every three years, but you can even get a "loaner" for the week you need to spend out of your "Holly" suit. Finally, in the event you DO stay "Holly" and actually "become" her, even get married as "Holly" you can buy the suit and you become "Holly" for the rest of your life."

He stopped talking at that point and just looked at me, obviously waiting for me to ask questions, but to tell the truth, I didn't HAVE any. He'd pretty much covered everything I could have thought of to ask. The only question in my mind right then was, 'Am I actually gonna DO this?' We sat there drinking our coffee in silence for what seemed to be a long time. This was probably the biggest decision I had ever had to make and I knew that it would effect the rest of my life whichever way I decided. If I DID take his offer, I would effectively become someone else for three whole years, although I could get out of it if I could find someone to take my place.

I'd live all the time inside that suit as a woman, experiencing virtually everything a woman would in her everyday life. If I DIDN'T take his offer I would always have a secret I couldn't tell ANYONE, and I knew I would always wonder what might have been. I sat there thinking, even though I knew, deep inside what my choice was going to be. Finally I looked over at Eric and said,

"You knew what my answer was going to be before youeven started telling me about this, didn't you? You KNEW that I wouldn't be able to resist having an experience that will easily be the most unique one in my life. Of course I will take your offer. I'll need some time to cook up some kind of story for my family and friends, though. It's about 4 in the afternoonnow. Would tomorrow morning be too late to start my new life?"

"Hell no!" Eric said. "That'll be just fine. I'll call the club and let them know. You can start being "Holly" first thing in the morning and Ill show you how to use the programming tapes. You'll always be able to ask questions of the management and I will give you my private cell phone number so you'll always have me to talk to about any problems or anything you don't feel comfortable talking to management about. I can't tell you how happy this makes me Jim, and I know you're going to have more fun than the law allows over the next three years. You're also going to come out of this with close to $100,000 dollars in your bank account, maybe more if you invest well."

We stood up and shook hands, then, feeling sort of foolish, but knowing it was the right thing to do, I grabbed him and hugged him, saying,

"I'm still really nervous and somewhat scared about this, but I'm going to go through with it. I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity. I'll never forget you, but can we pretend that last night never happened?"

Eric looked at me with a bit of surprise on his face, but then I smiled and said,

"Just kidding! Last night was part of what convinced me to do this. I realized today that, if you could fool me as well as you did last night when I thought I was making love to the most gorgeous woman I had ever met, then you HAD to be telling the truth about everything. I'll see you tomorrow morning and I won't let you down, Eric."

We parted as friends and I immediately went back to my apartment to begin making plans to disappear for what could be as much as three years or more. I knew it wouldn't be easy to convince my family and friends, but I also knew that it was something I'd HAVE to do. There was no way I was going to miss out on this experience once I'd made up my mind to actually DO it. I won't bother you with the details of what my plan was. I'll only say that it worked. All my friends and my family knew that what I told them was something I had to do and that I would be all right and in no danger. I DID have to promise them that I'd try to keep in touch as much as I could, but I also told them that there was a very good chance that I wouldn't be able to contact any of them until the time limit of three years was over. None of them were very happy about it, but the way I explained it to them, they believed that I would be in terrible danger if I was caught or found out while I was gone. Maybe someday I would tell them what I had actually been doing for all that time, but would they believe me?

I arrived at Eric/Holly's place bright and early the next morning. Was I nervous? Yes. Was I scared? Yes. Was I unsure as to whether or not I was actually gonna DO this? No. The more I thought about it, and I HAD thought about it, all the previous evening and all night as well, the more certain I became that this was something I HAD to do. To pass up an opportunity like this would be, well, crazy.

Now I gotta tell you, in my whole life I had never, not ONCE, considered becoming a woman nor had I ever had more than a casual curiosity about their clothes or stuff like that. I had never worn any female clothing and had never WANTED to. I was happy as a lark being a "guy". You know. Just "one of the boys?" However, now that this chance to "see how the other half lives" had fallen into my lap, how could I possibly refuse it? Answer: I couldn't.

I knocked on Eric's door and a few seconds later Eric opened it and greeted me like a long lost brother(sister now?) I entered and he offered me coffee or a soda while he finished getting things ready. He got me a Pepsi(don't ask! LOL) and then left the room headed for the bathroom saying,

"I've been soaking this suit for about three hours already, Jim. It should be just about ready for you to get into, but let me just check it. I'll be right back. You might as well go into the bedroom and remove your clothes. You can use the robe that's there to cover up with if you want, but it's the same one I was wearing yesterday, so if it would embarrass you, you can just "come as you are!" and he laughed, but in a reassuring way, not a "making fun of me" way.

I took my Pepsi with me and went into the bedroom. Putting the soda down on the top of a dresser, I began removing my clothes. I looked at that robe, knowing it wouldn't cover me NEARLY well enough for my modesty, such as it was, but knowing it WOULD fit me in a very sort while. 'Well, in for a penny', I thought and I took off all my clothes, folding them for some reason, and placed them on the bed. Then I picked up that robe and, with a mental shrug, put it on. I felt a shiver go down my spine as that silky garment settled over my shoulders and down my body. I'd never felt anything on my body that was so soft and well, smooth. It felt almost weightless and yet, at the same time, very heavy. Of course it came nowhere near to covering me, but I could close the front of it enough to hide my, um, endowments? Also, one of those aforementioned endowments seemed to like the feeling of that robe, because it was growing! Now this was something I had never experienced before, this being turned on by a piece of clothing. Oh I'd HEARD about it, but I'd never had it happen to me. Of course I had never tried on any clothing that was meant for a female before either. It came to me right then that maybe there WAS something to all those stores I'd heard about where men liked to wear women's clothes because it was a turn on for them. I was kind of lost in those thoughts when I heard Eric calling me from the bathroom.

"Jim? Jim? Are you in there? This thing is ready anytime you are."

I shook myself mentally and left the bedroom, going into the bathroom, where Eric was waiting for me with a smile on his face. He looked at me and said,

"That robe IS soft, isn't it? I figured you must have zoned out a bit when you put it on because I called you three times before you answered! Don't worry about it, the same thing happened to me the first time _I_ tried it on. I think it's just something that happens when men first try on something like that. It doesn't seem to matter whether or not they have ever thought about it before. There's just something very sensual about those kinds of fabrics. Well, are you ready to do this?" and he pointed at the bodysuit, immersed in water in the bathtub.

It looked, well, kinda strange? It was just laying there in the water, sort of empty looking I guess. Eric looked at me and I looked at it. He said,

"Well, let's get to it. I'll help you with it as much as I can, but it's really a one "man" job." And he chuckled a bit. "All you need to do is take off that robe and use this powder all over your body, making certain you get it EVERYWHERE, even inside your, uh, rectum. If you don't get yourself completely covered you'll find it very uncomfortable and it'll take longer for the suit to adjust you. It'll also be MUCH more difficult to remove the suit when you want to or need to, no matter how long a time you wear it. When you're done with that, drain the tub and step in. Take the suit and put it on just like you'd think you would do it, inserting your feet first and then pull it up to your waist, putting your "equipment" in the places you'll find. Then call me and I'll come back in to help you the rest of the way if you need it."

He gave me a reassuring pat on the back and left the bathroom. I picked up the powder he'd indicated and began to dust myself with it, paying particular attention to the areas around my privates and my uh, rear, as he had told me to do. The last thing I needed at this point was any difficulties with this. I pulled the plug from the tub so the water could drain out while I was powdering myself. When I was done with the powder and the water had drained out of the tub, I stepped into the tub and picked up the suit by its shoulders. Being very careful because the tub was a little bit slippery, I eased one foot into a leg of the suit. I thought it would be difficult to force my large foot and leg into it, but it seemed to go in as if it were greased. I worked my foot all the way in and saw that the suit had separate toes and my toes went right into the corresponding toes of the suit.

I pulled it up to about my calf and then stepped into the other leg. Again I got that 'greased' feeling and my foot slid right in, toes and all. I pulled the suit up to near my waist and started looking for the places to put my privates. I found them, but I was not certain about this so I called Eric in.

He entered, saying,

"I thought you might have a little difficulty with that. Let me show you exactly what you need to do. Now your penis goes into this tube. Make sure it's all the way in and seated firmly. Your testicles go back here," and he showed me a small pouch, "and make certain that they are comfortable in there before you go any farther. When the suit begins to tighten up on you, you want to be sure that nothing gets pinched. The suit won't work properly if that happens and it'll take longer because you'll have to take it partially off to re-adjust things."

I followed Eric's instructions, finding it easy to do it right. My penis just slid right into that tube and it seated firmly just like He had told me it had to. My testicles fit right into that little pouch too, although it took a little adjusting to get them in there comfortably. Curiously, I didn't feel shy or embarrassed to be doing this in front of Eric. When I got that done, he told me to just pull it up past my waist and then to insert my hands and arms into the arms of the suit. Again I was struck by that 'greasy' feeling of the inside of the suit and I mentioned that to Eric. He explained, saying,

" That's why you needed to be so careful with that powder, Jim. When it's exposed to water and the suit is at the right temperature, it changes into a lubricating gel, making it much easier to get the suit on in the first place, and making it easier to get the suit off later. No matter how long you wear the suit, up to three years, the gel retains its viscosity keeping the suit from sticking to your skin when you remove it."

"Now", he continued, "do the same with your hands and arms that you did with your feet and legs. Make sure your fingers go all the way into the corresponding fingers of the suit and are firmly seated before you go further. Once you have done both arms, just shrug your shoulders while holding your arms as high as you can and the suit will slid right up over your shoulders. Make sure that the head and hair remain clear. When you get that far, I'll probably have to help you a little bit because we'll have to use that powder all over your head and your hair. Um, Jim? There IS one little thing I didn't mention, but now that you're this far into this, no pun intended, I will. The powder is a lubricant, but it's also a very powerful depilatory. It will literally dissolve your hair from all over your body AND your head in a matter of seconds, allowing the headpiece to seal properly over your own head. When you finally remove the suit, it will take only a couple of days for your hair to grow back, so don't worry about that."

Well, I did as Eric told me and got the suit up over my shoulders and positioned properly, with the head and hair part hanging down my back. So far this felt like putting on a scuba suit. I could feel it all over my body and it was very tight in some places, but loose in others. I mentioned this to Eric and he said,

"Don't worry about that either, Jim. When the head part is finally in position there will be a short space of time where nothing will happen. Then, the suit will begin to tighten on you, but don't panic. That's what it's designed to do. It might seem, at the time, that it's getting too tight, but don't forget, this suit has to make you fit into ITS shape. It won't hurt, I promise. Now, close your eyes. I've gotta work this powder into your hair and all over your face and neck. You could do this yourself, but it's easier if someone help with it. Don't open your eyes under ANY circumstances until I TELL you to, ok? You don't want this stuff in your eyes, trust me!"

I did as he instructed. I could feel him rubbing the stuff all through my hair and then all over my face and neck. It was a somewhat disturbing feeling to have another guy rubbing my face and hair, but Eric hadn't made any advances of any kind toward me since he had started taking that suit off, so I forced myself to stand still and allow this familiarity. He was as good as his word. He didn't miss a single spot, including up my nostrils and even inside my EARS! He even spread the stuff between my lips, warning me to not swallow any of it.

"If you DO get any of this in your mouth", he said, "DON'T swallow! Just hold it in your mouth until we finish getting the head part over your head and then you can spit it out, ok? This is REALLY important, Jim. If you DO swallow any of this stuff, it'll give you the worst case of Montezuma's revenge you ever heard of. You won't be able to get more than 20 feet away from a bathroom for two days!"

Well, I got the message and, even though he DID get some of it inside my mouth, I kept it there until I was able to spit it out, later. After he was done with the powder, he said,

"Now Jim, grab hold of the head piece and pull it up over the back of your head and down over your face. I'll help you get your ears inserted properly and also help get it placed just right. I wish the "Holly" before me had helped ME this much. She, or he rather, just told me what to do and left me to do it all by myself. Okay, now let me get your ears situated right.there we go."

I felt my ears get scrunched up as I pulled the face down over my own and then I felt Eric re-position my ears so they fit much better inside the head of the suit.

"Okay now, Jim." Eric continued. "Now you have got to be careful here. You must stretch the face to fit down over your chin and then down your neck so it meets the torso part. I'll help you but don't let go of the edge of the head part until I tell you to, ok? We'll have to move things around until the mask fits exactly right around your nose, lips and chin. Once we get past your chin, it'll get easier, but remember, don't let go until I say you can."

Well, we pulled and stretched and moved things around. That mask was TIGHT on my own face and I wondered if this was really gonna work at all! It felt like my whole face was being squished and flattened. Eric really helped a lot, though. With his help, we finally got the thing down over my chin and stretched it down over my neck until I could feel the torso part of the suit. Then Eric took hold of the neck part and told me I could let go. I did and I felt him stretch it down to meet the torso. He fiddled around with it for a few seconds and then I heard him say, in a satisfied tone of voice,

"There! That's got THAT part of it. Now I need to make sure everything around your face, ears, nose and mouth are fitted properly, Jim so don't move any more than you absolutely have to, okay?"

I nodded, not being able to talk with that stuff still in my mouth and then Eric began pushing and kneading the mask until I could feel it intrude slightly into my nose ears and mouth. He smoothed everything down and then paid extra attention around my mouth and nose.

"This part is kinda tricky, Jim." He said. "If we don't get a perfect fit here it'll hurt when this thing finally tightens up on you."

I could feel the mask begin to stick to my face. Apparently that powder was multi-functional, serving as both lubricant and a mild glue. I could also feel the lips cover and stick to my own.

"Okay Jim." Eric then said. "Here we go. I'm going to seal the back part of the head and very shortly after I do that you will begin to feel the suit tightening. Don't panic. Like I told you before, it doesn't hurt, but it WILL feel VERY weird. You ready?"

I nodded again, and I felt Eric's fingers playing around at the back of my head and then I heard something like the sound that a zipper makes. Almost immediately things began to happen. First around my face and then all over my body, I could feel the suit tightening up. Eric was right. It didn't hurt, but it felt like thousands of little fingers were pushing and pulling and prodding me everywhere. I felt it tighten up on my waist particularly, almost as if someone were pulling the laces on a corset. Things got REALLY tight and then I noticed the most peculiar thing!

The suit began to feel like it was being removed. I mean, one second I could feel it on my skin like that scuba suit I mentioned earlier, and the next second I couldn't feel it anymore! In a very few minutes, I couldn't feel the suit on my skin anywhere at all. It felt as if I was naked and I could feel air on my skin. For a second I felt like something must have gone wrong and I was tempted to swallow that stuff in my mouth so I could speak to Eric, but then I heard him say,

"Go ahead and spit that stuff out, Holly. We're done here. You can open your eyes too."

I opened my eyes and then I turned around to spit that stuff out. When I did that, I could feel long hair brushing on my shoulders and neck and it fell around my face! I spat that stuff out and grabbed hold of the hair to throw it away from my face, but when I did, I could FEEL it pulling on my scalp. I looked sideways and down and then down a little further and I saw BREASTS sticking out of MY chest! I could feel their weight pulling me forward and I could also feel my body shifting to a new balance point. My hips went backward and my shoulders pulled back as I seemed to be automatically adjusting.

All of a sudden, I felt light headed and I could tell I was gonna black out, but as I began to fall I felt Eric's arms catching me and easing me to the floor. Eric told me later that I did pass out for a few seconds, but he had expected that and that's why he was right there to catch me.

When I came to I was still on the floor with Eric looking down at me, a concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay, Holly?" He asked. "The same thing happened to me when I first put that suit on, but Frank wasn't there to catch me. I damn near bashed my brains out on the corner of the sink, and I had bruises for three days! Do you feel okay now? Can you get up?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak just then. He helped me to my feet and then steadied me until I got my sea legs back. I was facing the mirror over the bathroom sink and, when I raised my eyes to that mirror, I almost fainted again. There, looking back at me was HOLLY! I mean every single thing I remembered about her face was staring back at me with wide, frightened looking eyes. I gasped and when I did that, I heard HER voice and saw HER mouth open and close! I looked around and there was Eric, grinning at me.

"Quite a shock, isn't it, Jim?" He asked. "Believe me I know exactly how you feel right now. You're confused, scared, shocked and worried. Well, don't be. Everything went perfectly. The suit couldn't have functioned any better than it did and the results are, well, spectacular. I'd forgotten what that body looks like from the outside. I got so used to seeing that shape in mirrors that I barely looked at it anymore except to check to see if my makeup was smudged or if my hair was out of place." He chuckled. "I think I'd better get out of here and let you begin to get to know your new body, Holly. I'm starting to get turned on and you aren't ready for that yet. I'll be in the kitchen thinking pure thoughts. When you're ready, there are some clothes in the top drawer of the dresser in the bedroom. They're just pants and a blouse so you shouldn't feel too uncomfortable in them, but you WILL have to wear the proper undergarments, my dear. They're right there with the rest. If you have any trouble with any of them, sing out and I'll be more than glad to assist you in your dressing." He bowed and left the bathroom, still chuckling a bit.

I stood there in front of that mirror for what seemed like an eternity. Time seemed to slow down and I was absolutely lost in that mirror. Intellectually I knew that this was going to be the result of getting into this suit, but actually seeing it move and knowing that _I_ was responsible for the movements was downright wild! I tried out my voice after a few moments but it sounded so high and so wrong coming out of my mouth that I stopped after just a few words. THIS was gonna take a LOT of getting used to, I thought.

After a few more minutes I left the bathroom and headed for the bedroom. Even walking was so different from what I was used to. This body seemed to have a mind of it's own where locomotion was concerned. Body parts moved this way and that completely at odds with the way I WANTED them to move. My breasts(MY breasts?) were bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side with every step and my ass? Well, I couldn't control THAT at all! How the hell DO women do this walking thing anyway? With all the side to side motion, I was amazed that I made any forward progress at all.

I finally made it to the bedroom and opened the dresser drawer to find the clothing that Eric said was there. It was. Pants and a blouse, huh? 'Eric you bastard!' I thought to myself. CAPRI pants and a shorty blouse that tied under one's breasts! Then there was the underwear. A lacy black bra with a tiny red rose appliqued in the center between the cups and a pair of hi-cut black panties that looked like they wouldn't hide anything at all!

"ERIC! You sunofabitch! I screamed. "How the hell do you expect me to wear THIS stuff? Damn! This shit is WAY too femmy for me! Oh man, I WILL get you for this!" Well, I was angry. I'd never EVER in my life worn things like this and I didn't even know how to put SOME of it on! I looked into the closet to see if there was anything less, well, girly to wear, but all I could find was some REALLY sexy looking stuff. I mean miniskirts and crop tops and boob tubes and dresses were all I could see. The dresser drawers yielded pretty much the same results. Just a lot of lacy, skimpy bras, panties and slips. Oh and a couple of what they call bustieres I think. Little things with lacy cups and clips and laces for tightening the damn things up on a person.

Well, since there was nothing else in the room that was less sexy looking than the stuff that Eric left for me to wear, I figured that I'd better give this my best shot. At least, from what I had seen so far, this body was gonna look DAMN good in these clothes. I just didn't know if _I_ was ready to look that good in them. After a bit of time and a lot of tussling with those damn capri pants, (damn they were tight!) not to mention the damned bra which fought me every step of the way, I emerged from the bedroom, dressed and ANGRY! I stomped to the kitchen where I found Eric calmly reading the newspaper and drinking some coffee!

"ERIC!" I screamed again. "You could have helped me with this crap! Jesus! It's not like I've ever done this before you know! How the hell did you expect me to get this stuff on the right way anyway?" I was sputtering and fuming and Eric was just sitting there, reading and drinking his coffee as if I wasn't even THERE! After a few minutes of this, he calmly put down the paper, took a final sip of his coffee and stood up, turning to face me. The expression on his face was serene and unconcerned and that was just making me more furious! I stepped forward and got ready to throw a punch at him. He casually grabbed my fist before it ever landed on his face, and held it there as if I was no more than a child! I raised my other hand but he grabbed IT as well and held it the same way. I screamed, I tried to kick him, I even tried to BITE him, I was so angry, but he just stood there through it all, not letting me hurt him, but not hurting me either.

Eventually I got tired and very frustrated at not being able to do any damage to him. I sagged a bit, still in his grip and then he did something I had NEVER considered. He KISSED me! I mean he pulled me into his arms, locked them around me and laid a liplock on me that I couldn't even BEGIN to break out of! I could feel his lips mashing against me and then his tongue began to try to force it's way into my mouth! Well, I panicked. I just lost it altogether.

I struggled, I fought, I did everything I could think of, but nothing I tried worked at all to get me free from this. Finally I just let myself go limp with Eric holding all my weight. He finally broke the kiss and looked me straight in my eyes. Then he spoke, softly.

"Holly." He said. "Just relax now. I'm not going to do anything other than that kiss and I only did that to prove something to you. You are HOLLY now and you don't have the strength to resist a man who really wants you. You had to learn that fact the same way _I_ did. That was your first lesson in being a woman. The rest will come from the tapes and from actually doing the things a woman does every day of her life.

You CAN'T go on inertia from your male life. You HAVE to leave THAT life behind you for as long as you ARE Holly! Getting angry over a few pieces of clothing and trying to hit someone won't work anymore. I know you're upset and angry, but you have to learn to handle those feelings in a different way now. The tapes will teach you a lot of that, but nothing works quite as well as the real deal. Now sit down, calm down, have some coffee and a chill pill.

"He plunked me down at the kitchen table and got me a cup of coffee. Then he moved off into the living room, I guess to let me cool off. I didn't know quite WHAT to feel right then. I was still angry, although not as angry as I HAD been, but more than that, I was SCARED. I'd NEVER been manhandled that way in my whole life. Whenever I got in a fight I gave as good or better than what I got. To have a guy, a GUY!, grab me and hold me absolutely helpless the way Eric had just done, and then to be KISSED like that, was embarrassing to say the least. I was beginning to have serious doubts about this whole thing.

Well, I finished that cup of coffee, almost scared of what Eric might do if I didn't, and calmed down a lot. I was still shaking, but I think that was more from the panic than from any anger I might still have had. While I sat there thinking, I realized some things. First of all, Eric was right. I COULDN'T go on trying to handle things the way I would if I was a man. He'd just shown me that, in spades. Second, and maybe even more important, for the next three years or so, I would BE a woman, with all the pitfalls and problems inherent to the gender. I had to accept that and learn to deal with it. I knew that Eric wouldn't take advantage of me and I also knew that he would help me all he could. THAT calmed me down more than anything else could have.

Finally I got up from that table, walked into the living room and stood in front of Eric who was watching the TV. He shut it off and looked up at me, waiting for something. I looked right into his eyes and said,

"I'm sorry, Eric. I had no right to get so angry over what amounted to nothing, really. I was stressed out by all that has happened in the last couple of hours and I took it out on you. Can you forgive me?" He sat there, looking at me, seemingly trying to see into my head and my mind. Then he said,

"Yes, Holly, I CAN forgive you, because I've been there too! You have to remember that I WAS where you ARE right now! I've lived the very same things you are going through and more. I want to help you to be the best Holly that you can be, maybe even better than _I_ was, although I was a damn GOOD Holly. It seems like you learn fast and that's very good. You have a lot to learn in a very short time. The tapes will take care of the skills and things like that, but as far as handling men, and you WILL have to learn how to do that, you will have to do that at your own pace. Just remember, you have some of the most powerful weapons for doing that, that any woman could have. You are gorgeous, stacked and sexy. Those three things alone will take you a LONG way, but you need to develop what I call the 'vamp' attitude. I'll help you begin the trip to find that, but you'll have to complete the trip on your own. You can do it, I know you can."

"Now", he continued, let's get those tapes and get you started. This'll take the rest of today and most of tomorrow. All you have to do is relax and let the music take you away. There is subliminal programming all through these tapes and you are gonna learn everything you ever wanted to know and more, about how to use makeup, wear the sexy clothes, move in ways calculated to drive men to distraction and flirt until you have men's tongues hanging out, drooling on the floor. Now let's get going, woman!"

With that, Eric got up from his chair and left the room, returning a few minutes later with what looked like a video game console and several games. He explained how to use them and hooked it up for me, then he left the room. While I was still getting settled in a chair and putting what looked like headphones on my head, he returned, only he was fully dressed and wearing a baseball cap. He told me that he was going out for awhile and would lock the door on his way out. He said he'd return in a few hours to take me to dinner! ACK!!!!

  

  

  

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