I was just home from work and walking to my door from my car when I noticed the box. A simple shoe box was sitting on my front step. My name was printed on a label on the outside so I picked it up and carried it inside with me. I opened my other mail before I opened the box. I was totally confused at the sight that greeted me; a pair of women’s heels. They were nice shoes, actual leather and not plastic; black with a 2 ½ inch heel, size 7. “Okay” I said to the empty house as I placed them back in the box and on the floor.
I ate, I showered and I settled in for some Netflix, but all the while, I was stealing glances at that box. It was haunting me like a seed caught between my teeth. I kept looking at it; there was something mysterious and compelling about it. I got up and walked to the shoe box “Why did I get a pair of women’s shoes?” I carried to box to the couch and sat down. I pulled the heels out and held them. I grabbed ahold of the heel and scrunched up the toe. It seemed like there was a voice in the back of my head saying “Try them on” even though I had never cross dressed I did always wonder what it would be like to be a woman. “What do you think they feel like?” I put the right shoe on the ground and just looking at my foot next to it, I could tell it was way too small for me. “Go on, nobody will ever know” the voice clawed at me “Just try it”
I slowly lifted my foot and moved it toward the heel. It hovered there for a moment before I plunged my toes toward the opening. I knew that my foot would never fit but something kept driving me to try it. My toes slipped under the leather and hit the end and with a slight wiggle; they fit snugly. At first it looked like my heel would simply crush the back end of the shoe down, but I grabbed the back of the shoe, arched my foot and felt an odd sensation as my heel came to rest firmly inside the shoe. “Hmm” I said “That shouldn’t have worked…”
But I went ahead and put the left shoe down. It tipped over and I used my toes to grab it and stand it upright. I slid my left into the shoe even easier than my right. “I’m wearing heels” I said to myself as I stood up. I felt my weight distribute onto the balls of my feet before I took a few cautionary steps. Then I spun around. I did a little rocking back on the actual heel, and then I clicked them together like Dorothy. “What the hell am I doing?” I said embarrassed by myself. I sat down and slipped my feet out of the shoes. “Oh God…what the fuck!” I said.
I stared down at my feet. I put my hands on them and I squeezed my toes. I ran my fingers over them, my eyes taking in the sight of them. My feet were different: They had changed in the shoes. First of all, they were smaller; tiny really, with skinny toes and nails that were painted black. The skin tone was lighter and they felt softer and smoother all around. “That’s why the shoes fit…my feet actually changed to size.” I continued to look down “What the hell do I do now…I’ve got girl feet” I said as I wiggled my small toes up and down.
I heard a truck pull into my driveway and I spun toward the door in fear and panic. My heart raced as I heard a box drop on the step, a quick knock, then footsteps getting farther away. I peeked out the side window and watched a UPS truck drive away. Slowly and with my heart pounding, I opened the door a crack. There was another box on the door step. I opened the door just wide enough to slide it through; I guess I was afraid that someone would see my girly feet.
I tore open the box and dropped it to the floor when I saw what was in it.
I can’t quite describe how I felt at that moment. It felt like my throat was closing at first; my mouth went dry and it was hard to swallow. I felt a tickle as my hair rose on end. I looked at the contents of the box and thought of the possibilities “What does this mean?” I thought “Am I going crazy?”
Finally, I crouched down and pulled the black panties out of the box. I held them between my hands; stretched out. According to the tag, they were from Victoria’s Secret and a size small. I chuckled to myself and set the panties across my thigh.
That was when I picked up the black bra. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the silkiness of the straps and the padding of the cups. Also from Victoria’s Secret, it had a tag stating it was 36C.
“So using the logic and example of what just happened to my feet…if I put these on…I will have not only 36C boobs, but also I suppose a vagina.” I said incredulously. I laughed again “This is so stupid” I said as I stood up but once again I heard that voice; that voice in the back of my head “You know you want to”
“No: No I don’t…what am I going to do as a woman?!” I asked myself
“You’re curious…just admit it” the voice said.
I sighed loudly. There was a nagging feeling that I just couldn’t shake. I looked down at my feet “They are cute…I have to admit…but…”
“You’ve already started. You might as well see what happens next”
“But what if I can’t change back” I thought with panic hitting me again. “What if I turn into a woman and can’t change back…I mean I haven’t even tried to reverse my feet.”
“Oh Yeah…everything is going so great with your life now” I could hear the voice in my head even sounding sarcastic about my accomplishments. “Saturday afternoon with Netflix and a job you hate…you have sooooo much to lose Captain Success”
I paced the floor for a few minutes “What am I going to do? Should I?” I argued with myself. But when it hit me that I was walking back and forth on feet that had already changed shape today I said “I’ll do it” and a smile came across my face.
I took my shirt off first, then my shorts and boxers: Naked, I took a deep breath and picked up the panties. My feet stepped through the leg holes and I pulled them up over my hairy legs. It didn’t look like the waist band would be wide enough to even get over my thighs and into place, but it made it.
The thought of changing into a woman had frankly gotten me aroused, so the panties had to try to cover up my erection. They weren’t doing a very good job at first, but quickly, that began to change. I closed my eyes and put my head back and breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. As I exhaled I dropped my head down and saw a much smaller mound beneath the fabric. “Oh God” I said quickly and my hand patted the front of the panties “What have I done” I pulled the fabric out and was greeted by the sight of my vulva. I let go and the waistband snapped back in place. I raised my eyebrows and took a peek behind me “Oh damn…I’ve got a woman’s ass too” I said as I pivoted my weight a flung out my right hip to try and get a view while my hands groped the extra flesh behind me.
I picked up the bra and said “Well…here goes…”
I laced my arms through the arm holes and brought the elastic around my back. It took a try or two…okay…it took four tries before I got it hooked in the back. The straps dug into my shoulders a bit and I was just running a finger underneath the bottom when my cups filled up.
“Uh…I…” I said as my hands came up. One second…flat: Next second…full round breasts. I laughed; it was a stupid sounding Beavis and Butthead type of laugh “Boobs” as I gave them a squeeze. I played with my new breasts; amazed that, one, they were on my body, and two, they really did feel good when they jiggled like that. “I am so immature” I said with a smile still on my face. I ran my fingers gently over the top of my breasts paying attention to each individual freckle that stood out against my pale white skin.
“Okay…now what?” I thought “I’ve got boobs and a vagina and small girly feet…I look like a fool now.”
I heard a thump on the door step and heard the rumble of a FedEx truck start up. With a stolen glance out the window, I quickly snatched the box off the step.
This box was heavier than the other ones and as I opened it I realized why. I pulled out a pair of jeans, a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of glasses. “Well, since there’s no going back now…might as well…” I said as I unfolded the jeans “…finish this up right”
The jeans said they were a size 2 short. If it weren’t for the impossible physics of my ever changing body, there would be no way these would fit me, but lo and behold, I worked them up my legs and with a twist of my waist; they were on. Now this time, not only did my legs get smaller, I got smaller. I shrunk about seven inches as my legs changed. I buttoned the jeans and realized that they fit my waist and my thighs and they were gently resting on the tops of my feet. I pulled up the bottoms of the pants, slowly exposing my smooth and skinny calves and ankles. I let go of the fabric and unbuttoned the jeans and they dropped straight to the floor exposing my creamy white thighs, so smooth and round to my still masculine hands. I pulled the jeans back up though and grabbed the shirt.
Without hesitation, I stretched out the neck of the shirt and put my head through it. I first slipped my right arm down the sleeve and then the left. By the time my hands poked out of the ends, they had already changed into a pair of very small and delicate hands complete with French manicured nails. My eyes traced back along my now slimmer arms to my rounded off shoulders. I tugged at the bottom of the shirt and it came down to my waistline, pulling my stomach and back inward as it went as I shrank another few inches.
I looked down at my body; now the body of a woman.
I picked up the glasses out of the box. I took off the glasses I was already wearing and slid these new frames on. For a brief moment, the world was wavy and watery but then my vision cleared. I felt the glasses shift once as my nose shrank in and then again as my ears repositioned themselves. I pulled my lips in and pursed them out, fully aware that they were now fuller and I ran my hands over my smooth cheeks and chin.
I ran my fingers along my eyebrows thinning them as I went and then my hands went to my hairline. I ran both of my hands back through my hair, feeling its softness and increased length. My hands kept going and going as I now had long brown hair that fell half way down my back. I giggled in response and stuck my hip out and thrust out my chest. I smirked as I stood my heels back up straight before me. I stepped into them, completing my new look and the voice in the back of my head said “Aren’t you glad you tried it…Now you look good”
“Thanks” I said in a woman’s voice.