I guess my girlfriend got annoyed with me, after I grabbed her breasts from behind for the fourth time... Twenty fourth time. It was the bra we bought for her at the retro shop, which suggested old style, but this shop was honoring the futuristic style we had for awhile in the eighties. It looked like one of these sci-fi shows, the way the bra was displayed on half a mannequin.

The cups were a silvery material that felt like satin with a rubbery strength to it. Her nipples poked slightly through the material and just touching there sent a satisfying shockwave through her body. I couldn't get enough of the feeling, then seeing her jump.

The straps of the bra, basically everything but the cups were made from some nude, almost invisible material, so if she took her top off, it looked like just her breasts were covered, like a mermaid. And secretly I suspected that she liked the feeling just as much as me, and that's why she kept wearing the bra.

Interestingly, no matter how much she would sweat in that area, the material was not affected, and stayed as clean as on day one. One time I saw her come out of the shower even, with the bra still on and it must have repelled the water, as it was dry instantly.

But, as I said, she got annoyed with me, and we had a fight about it. Of course I told her I was sorry, but, in my defense, I simply couldn't resist feeling that material. She was willing to forgive me, if only…

If only I would wear the bra for a month myself. Without interruption. And accepting any time she'd grab me from behind. It seemed the only way for me to find out what that touching did to her. And for a month, I could touch myself any time I wanted.

I wanted to give her a hard time, but I was curious. Curious what it would feel like, and curious what it did to her. And, with all straps pretty much invisible, and the cups flat against my chest, nobody would ever suspect I was wearing a bra under my shirt. So, with just the right amount of grumbling, I gave in.

It was almost exactly like I thought it would be, the bra cups flat on my chest, if it wasn't for the fact that my nipples got hard, and stayed hard, from the touch of the material. And I understood now why it had seemed that her nipples always had poked through, as it did the same thing to me.

The first time she touched my nipples through the bra, a jolt jumped through my body, my dick reacting instantly. And she thought that very satisfying, that it had a similar effect on me as it had had on her, making her pussy dripping wet instantly. What she didn't understand though, was why she couldn't keep her hands off me, so in a way I redeemed some respect back from her.

But, a deal was a deal, and with the bra not getting dirty on me either, I was wearing it twenty-four-seven, sleeping and showering with it. Up to the point I forgot even that I was wearing it, until Angela, my girlfriend, touched me again, and set my system on fire.

She had never slept with it, but since I was, we found out quickly what it did to our sex life, in a very positive way. She enjoyed riding me, as I was on my back, my flagpole deep in her pussy, and as she leaned over me, her hands on my bra cups. I was not surprised she'd cum multiple times, but I was often filling her up twice, most of the time we were in this position. Nobody was complaining.

She wanted to go back to said shop though, as she'd seen a few things that now had her interest. I had no clue what that was about. A surprise was waiting for us though. The lady that had checked us out the last time, recognized us as the people who had bought the one-off bra she had on display at the time, and she told us that since then she had found the other pieces of the set it was apparently part of, and if we were interested in purchasing the rest as well.

It was a pair of panties, if you could call the tiny triangular piece of silver material attached to “invisible” straps underwear even. But, the material was the same as the cups, and I had a vision of rubbing Angela's clit through it. Then there was a six-inch wide waist cincher, practically invisible again. It had a smart way of tightening, without using buttons, zippers or laces. Unnecessary to say, but we purchased both items.

The “thing” that Angela had wanted to buy, was a pair of bra inserts, that would add a cup size to whomever was wearing the bra they would be inserted in. I had the feeling it was going to be me, but I assumed it was for the night, during our sex games. I could handle that.

As we walked back to the car, Angela realized she'd forgotten her purse in the shop, and she ran back. By the time I had packed our stuff in the trunk of the car, she was back already.

When we got home things went slightly different from what I had thought. The panties were for me, and so was the waist cincher. She wanted me to put them on right away, and keep them on for as long as I was wearing the bra.

The tiny triangle actually covered my dick and scrotum quite nicely, pulling them both back between my legs, so it looked like I had a smooth crotch. I didn't particularly like the way the invisible strap went through my butt crack, but I guess that was the style.

The thing around my waist had tiny hooks on the inside that grabbed onto the material itself, so you couldn't see the hooks anymore. Due to the construction it was possible only to tighten more, if there was any room, but it wouldn't loosen up again. I guess at some point I simply had to cut it off me.

Finally, the inserts went into my bra, and I had indeed an A-size cup now. But somehow my nipples still poked through, and when she brushed them, the familiar jolt still shot through my body. But, my dick did not react this time, as it was cozily hidden under its piece of fabric, apparently with no room to grow.

As I tried my shirt back on, to see how much of my “breasts” was visible now, Angela told me the inserts would stay in, and I'd better wear shirts or sweaters that had a bit of room in them. I figured this was going to be a long month.

So, when we made love that night, I thought Angela would “free” my dick, but no such thing happened. Yet she kept touching my breasts, even putting her lips around my nipples, and my body went on fire with no chance of release. I panicked, but my crotch stayed flat, as my body involuntarily started rocking against hers. That's when she pulled something from her drawer, and as she was on top of me, her legs holding me down, I saw how she put a strap around her hips, and suddenly a fake dick stood out from her crotch. I guess she had purposely “forgotten” her purse at that shop…

It was glistening with something she had rubbed onto it, and before I could protest she had already lined up the tip with my gaping hole, engorged from the bucking of my hips. And as she bent over to suck my nipples again, my hips pushed up against her, pulling the dick into my hole.

I didn't want to like it, but my body had no other means of putting out the fire inside me, and the feeling of being filled up did just that. I couldn't stop rocking my hips and feeling her monster slide in deeper and deeper, which gave me a literal feeling of fulfillment. Before I realized what was happening, I had my first orgasm.

My first, I say, as I never gained control over my body, thanks to her onslaught on my nipples, that fired off multiple orgasms inside me. Only when I was on the verge of passing out, did she let go. Although her dick stayed deep inside me. And as I slowly came back down to earth, she gave me a choice.

I could stay passive and she'd fuck me until I passed out. Or.. or I could use my body to push that strap-on back into her, which should stimulate her clit, until I made her cum in return.

In a way, passing out seemed the easy-out, but I always believe in equal pleasure, so I figured I owed her a bunch. And when I started pushing back on the dick deep inside me, I realized I had some control that was not unpleasant to me either.

It was hard work. Much harder than when I push with my own dick. But, as I pushed myself up, into her body, and wiggled, I could tell at some point that I touched a good spot on her. Concentrating on that, I pushed and wiggled, pumped and tickled, and when I saw her gasp, moments before she came, another orgasm rocked my own system, and together we rode the wave, until she collapsed on my body.

It took a good ten minutes before she moved again, and then she slowly pulled out and away from me. I heard a sucking sound that ended in a pop, before I realized how empty it suddenly felt. The last thing she did was rubbing the material that covered my dick, and suddenly it came to attention, escaping its confinement. In seconds it grew like it had missed the party, which it had. But Angela wrapped her mouth around it and started sucking. And as she twisted around I realized the thing was gone from her crotch and her pussy hovered over my face. I pulled her down and stuck my tongue deep inside her, cleaning all her own cum juices. And one more time we both came, together, but in the less conventional way of oral sex.

When we woke up in the morning she was smug. You liked being fucked, didn't you? And I knew it was true, although I had a thousand reasons why, in the end, when I was in control, I had come again. This bra and those panties were changing me. And so was the thing around my waist. Sleeping on my back had spread my belly fat around, causing the wrap to tighten up. And when I sat up, the fat couldn't go back to where it belonged. looking at my chest I realized my new breasts stood out a little bit more, and the rest of my fat must have disappeared into my butt area.

In the bathroom there was more proof that I was changing. I could not pull my panties down to pee. I couldn't even move the material that covered my dick to the side, the way Angela “freed” my dick the night before. Rubbing it didn't do anything either, it simply felt like there was nothing there. But, I had to pee, so I sat down and let go, hoping for the best.

I could feel the pee trickle in the toilet somewhere between my legs, behind the silver triangle. It was a relief, as much as a shock, because I could only think how that was how women peed. And I had to wipe myself dry before I got up. Like women do.

In the shower I noticed another change. Until now, if I would brush my nipples through the bra cups, a jolt would make my dick go hard, and I had been rubbing one out, now and then. But now, with my nipples still pronounced, it was perhaps a nice touch, but no jolt, and definitely no hard-on.

I figured it was caused by the inserts, so I tried to peel them out, which failed miserably. They were either attached to my chest, or to the inside of the bra cups, I couldn't tell, but the result was the same. They were stuck on me. And I couldn't stimulate myself there anymore, nor in my crotch area. Something that had been easy for Angela the night before.

So, was it the night that changed everything, and Angela nor I could arouse me? Or did she still have that control, meaning I was now depending on her?

I found out five minutes later, while drying off. Angela had sneaked in behind me and had one hand on my breast, brushing the nipple. And the familiar jolt shot through me, but it didn't trigger a hard-on anymore, instead I felt an instant desire to be filled up. My body betrayed me, as I pushed my rear back into her crotch, hoping for the thing she had between her legs earlier in the night. She noticed it right away, and jokingly said I was turning into a girl. Which mimicked my own thoughts, when I had to pee earlier.

When I came home from work that night, and went upstairs to put on some more comfortable house clothes, she told me she had put something ready for me on the bed. She promised an instant reward if I would wear it.

It was a simple soft, swishy skirt that I had seen many times on her, in the comfort of our home. Plus one of her tank tops that I was sure was too small for me. But I was curious about the reward, and with breasts and panties on already, it wasn't like I suddenly would be cross dressing.

Thanks to my much slimmer waist the top fit surprisingly well, actually showing off my small breasts. And so did the skirt, a more alien feeling, but I liked the way it draped down my legs, stopping short well above my knees.

It was like Angela had been waiting to see if I would wear it, as she came up right behind me in the bedroom with both hands covering my breasts. An instant need filled me, but she turned me around, and pushed me on my back on the bed. Then, lifting up my skirt she started rubbing my crotch, and as she moved the material of my panties to the side, all the energy that had built up inside my body concentrated now in my raging hard monster. I guess that answered another question.

She attacked my manhood with the best blow job I ever experienced, and by God, did she enjoy it as well. She swallowed everything I ejaculated, then used her tongue to clean me, and eventually covered it back under the piece of fabric. I couldn't stop myself from trying to remove the fabric again, and I saw her smile at my inability.

So, the reward for wearing a skirt after work was an incredible blow job, and it was so addictive that I looked forward to putting a skirt on. Similarly, at night in bed I would wear one of her satin nighties, and she would fuck my brains out.

By the end of the week she wanted more from me, and with a fire red wig and some subtle makeup I became the woman she secretly had a crush on, she confessed. Each time it was a small step, but I was incapable of stopping it. And so the wig and makeup and skirt stayed, and so was the name that matched my looks. Delilah, rather than Dillon.

I could have predicted it almost, but heels were next, and I have to confess, I loved the heels. I would wear those even as Dillon, if society would accept that. The two extra inches gave me a boost of confidence. Then, finally there was a dress.

I'd never seen it on her, and she confessed she'd bought it for Delilah. For her first time out, in that big bad world. It took me three seconds before I realized what she had said, and by the time I started protesting I knew it was too late. Her mind was made up, and although I thought I still had a choice, I knew I didn't. I needed her at night, and she knew it.

The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I didn't look like a guy in drag. I was quite cute even I thought, and Angela loved me even more as Delilah than she did with Dillon. And the dress was sweet. I had to confess that as a girl dresses had the same effect on me as the heels did. And it definitely caught the eye of men and women alike.

After a good hour in public all my nerves were gone and I actually enjoyed the shopping experience. Angela approved the choices I made for three more dresses and three pairs of heels. Likewise, I had to approve of a slightly bigger size of inserts in my bra, and I was shocked that she could take the old ones out, like they were never stuck on me. As a result I had B-cups now, which made my dresses even sexier.

In the erotic shop where we bought the inserts she also found a new strap-on, although this one mounted inside her own pussy, and I almost wanted her to take me in the dressing room where she had me try on some sexy lingerie. I kept on the corset body that gave me an even narrower waist, while pronouncing my breasts more. And I kept the fishnet stocking on as well, seeing how much better my legs suddenly looked. That night I found out that even after my corset came off, my new waist size was set.

In the weeks following I was more Delilah than Dillon, and it became harder to hide my “assets” in my office clothes. Angela forced the situation, when she added my old inserts back on top of the new ones, and with the way my fat had shifted I had now C-cups. Impossible to hide.

Funny thing, in the weeks leading up to this moment I had joined Angela's yoga club, plus we jogged every morning together now, and I enjoyed the looks we got. In essence my mental state became more and more female as well. Up to the point that we both forgot about the fact that my month of challenge had passed. The new strap-on provided us with so much pleasure, as it could ejaculate, and I took pleasure in taking her both oral and anal. So much that I never realized that my own dick was more and more left out.

Apparently at my work there was a pool going on for the date I would finally come out as transgender. Apparently my changes had been more obvious than I thought. In a way it made it easy to bring it up with my boss and HR, and the acceptance was instant, although there was only one winner who took five hundred dollars home. But, paperwork had to be filed for my name change, and suddenly I was Delilah permanently.

For Angela it meant that she could finally make a few changes that were more permanent, and she took me to a salon. My red wig became red hair extensions. I also learned how painful it can be to remove body hair. And the pain when they do some things to your face to make it more pretty. Permanently.

But, the absolute weirdest was that night that we had sex. The new me, Delilah. Instead of filling me up with that realistic dick that stood out from her pussy, she started rubbing it against the material of my panties. I wasn't sure why she needed my erect dick suddenly, but I didn't feel myself go hard. Instead I went soft.

I could feel the material part, like it was part of me. And I realized it was, as my flesh parted as well, her dick slowly pushing in a tunnel that shouldn't be there.

But it was, and I could feel everything. No pain though, after that initial shock. Just a very tight feeling, like that first time when she took my anal virginity. And although this should be impossible, I could only conclude that she took my vaginal virginity now.

When she reached the point where she could go no deeper, she started moving back and forth, lubing my new canal more and more. No, I take that back, as I could literally feel my new internals doing the moistening across her length. And that's when the pleasure started.

I could feel more wetness inside me, filling up any room around that dick inside me, and causing a pressure build-up. There was a pleasant friction now, like a sweet tickle, and I thought I could handle this. Then the explosion happened.

Clearly Angela was aroused as well, and as the grip of her pussy on the part of the dildo inside her becomes too tight, it will start ejaculating from the end inside me. Where there was no room for any more fluids.

In seconds the pressure increased dramatically, and I could not deny the heat searing through my body, as I came harder than ever in my life. I could actually hear a bang as the pressure released towards the only place it could go. Out of my system, shooting past the intruder, like a water cannon spraying Angela's crotch, totally soaking the bed sheets.

After the first disbelief we both started laughing, or an exhausted chuckle really. Eventually we took a closer look and where before was a small triangle of fabric was now a triangle of silvery hair, accentuating a beautiful slit that was the entrance to my new pussy. And between the short soft hair was a still swollen clit. The “invisible” straps that were there only minutes before had simply vanished.

And so had the waist cincher, my smooth skin now shaped like an hourglass. There was no sign of the bra or straps anymore either, other than large silver areola around my very pronounced nipples. My breasts had a beautiful pear shape and were clearly very real, as I could feel it everywhere we touched. And although every touch still seemed to connect to my crotch area, my new womanhood, it wasn't an instant urge to mate anymore. Yes, I had become a real woman now, but no longer under Angela's spell, or whatever power she had over me.

It didn't matter though. I still loved her, and she loved me even more, now that I had truly become her dream girl. She still had her new addiction though, needing that artificial dick to satisfy both of us, but we were both okay with that.

It was clear that from now on I had to wear a “normal” bra and regular panties. I had a generous C-cup size now and perky buttocks. I knew that at some point I had to get a check-up at the doctor, to see if there was more behind my new pussy, but when I had my first period it was clear I was all-woman.

We went back to the retro shop to ask where the lingerie set had come from, but it was a mystery for the sales lady as well. The set had suddenly appeared between other merchandise in the storage area, and an assistant had been fascinated by it and put the bra on display. They had assumed it was shipped in error, but we had bought the bra before they could return it.

And, and she pointed at the same buste that had displayed the bra that had changed me so much, it had happened again. Exactly one set had been delivered between normal merchandise, and they assumed it was a promotion from their supplier. The complete set was on the half mannequin, and I felt a sweet pleasure that it would make someone else, or another couple, as happy as Angela and I were.

And just like that, in the same retro shop, that, if you looked better, seemed more like a futuristic shop, we saw a pair of rings, in a familiar silver, looking like a solar system the way small diamonds were positioned around a larger one. And even though the sales lady told us the diamonds were manufactured, which explained the relatively “cheap” price, the rings were perfect for us, and half an hour later we were officially engaged to be married.

Sometimes you have to stop questioning and simply accept it when life puts you on a path of love and permanent happiness. Who cares if it was magic, or perhaps a gift sent back in time from the future, if it was meant to be, then take it, and enjoy the consequences. Life is good!