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Lying face down on her beach blanket, Alicia had unhooked her bikini letting sun rays hit the band of pale flesh on her back. Scores of beachgoers crowded the beach that morning. Children were playing in the breakers. Adults were sitting on beach chairs, lying on their blankets or walking.

The thermometer had registered 85 degrees though the water was not quite so warm. Gulls walked in the sand leaving web prints. Others glided through the air, their shrill cries splitting the air. A few clumps of black stringy seaweed littered the sand. Gentle waves rolled toward the shore breaking near the sand.

It was in this setting that very unusual events happened to me. Lying face up looking through dark glasses, I witnessed mounds growing over my pecs. At the same time I could feel my waist and hips reshaping, my hands becoming smaller and my arms softening. Within two minutes my body had developed three-inch boobs, a gentle curve at the waist and a big curve at my hips. Someone get me a top.

“Dani,” I called.

The high pitch of my voice came as another shock.

“Dani,” I repeated.

My girlfriend rolled around propping her body on her forearms.

I asked, “what happened to me.”

“Why would you think something happened?”

“Look at me, ” I demanded. “Two minutes ago I was a boy.”

“What’s the big deal? You’re a girl now. Deal with it.”

Unable to accept this body swap, I simply lowered my head, put my hands over my face and shut my eyes. A few seconds passed then I felt a hand on my shoulder making me look over my shoulder.

“Stefani it isn’t so bad. There are Bağdat caddesi travesti many more boys available.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

Danielle added another remark. “You had hidden desire to kiss a boy so God made it easier for you to get one.”

“WHAT?”

“Within a year you would’ve come out as a gay man.”

Really, so that meant my whole life had to change? That’s crap.

“We need to go back to my unit. I’ll give you something to wear.”

The ride back to Danielle’s suburban apartment seemed to be unending. My boy clothes no longer fit forcing me to go naked except for men’s trunks which had morphed into a bikini bottom.

Within a half hour we were inside her bedroom, a room I had seen many times, just not in this body. Dani held up a blush-pink off-the -shoulder top with fluttering sleeves and adjustable skinny straps.

“That is super cute.”

My girlfriend gave a smiling nod. “I knew you’d like it.”

A gay man would’ve made such a remark. They appreciate girl’s fashions. Maybe she’s right about me being on the brink of turning into a gay man.

I pulled off the wet trunks and pulled panties up. I got dressed in that top, a pair of light-blue ripped cutoffs and wedge sandals.

“That outfit looks nice on you.”

“It’s comfortable.”

James, my good friend for a year now, might recognize me but would not have any romantic interest. We had been walking on a path through the woods when he fessed up to being gay. I had replied that his preference didn’t matter and that I’m straight. We continued our walk.

Having Bağdat caddesi travestileri morphed, I decided to meet him along the trail just a day after my body had changed. I had been sitting for a few minutes when I spotted him coming toward me so I waved and called to him.

“You look familiar,” said James.

“We’ve known each other for a long time.”

He nodded and replied, “yes we have.”

We engaged each other in a long conversation in which he complained that he didn’t understand why I had to become female.

“We can still be good friends.”

“Not the same,” he replied.

I could not reply to that.

James and I took seats at our favorite bar, ordered meals and beer. Overhead behind the bartender several large flat screen televisions showed games and sports news. The bar was peopled mainly by men though I wasn’t the only girl.

An hour passed before we headed out to our separate cars parked side by side.

Why can’t James be straight? He would’ve made a good BF.

My sister Kate had mentioned once or twice that she wished she had a sister. I had let her remarks go over my head. My metamorphosis would, no doubt, make her delighted to see me.

Though older than me by 18 months, a diamond-shape face with thin lips makes Kate a near twin. We have similar body types as well.

Kate’s face was visible on my cell phone.

“Stephanie how’s life treating you?”

“Great,” I replied.

“It’s nice to see you.”

For several minutes we engaged each other in girl talk.

I ended our chat saying, Travesti bağdat caddesi “we should get together.”

Alicia and Kate had given me jeans, cutoffs, dress pants and various tops: cold shoulder, off-the-shoulder and fitted scoop neck. These, of course, were all clothes that they had earmarked for Goodwill. Though grateful for these, I wanted skirt suits and pants suits for an office job.

Adapting to my new life, I took a position as a paralegal with the firm of Hanes and Taylor esquire, attorneys. That first day of my new career saw me wearing a white blouse with a tan pants suit and pumps.

The partners Alan Hanes and Zach Taylor are congenial types in their forties who also happen to be very handsome. I would not mind having either of them in my bed but I couldn’t be forward. Making a pass at my boss is not professional.

Part of me wanted to talk about my former incarnation as a guy. At the same time I knew that nobody would believe that I, at age 30, had become female in two minutes. I refused to say that I had undergone the long process of HRT, and surgeries. There’s No point talking about a transition that I never intended to happen.

Just a few days had passed since the transformation. So far I was taking it in stride.

The late night sees me lying naked on my bed indulging in a sexual fantasy. The man in my dreams is a hunk. He’s 5 10, has black hair and brown eyes.

Two fingers pressed ovals onto my clit causing it to swell as my outer labia parted. Juices spread under my touch as my fingers inched downward finding my vagina.

Those fingers were soon pumping steadily inside the swollen organ. A powerful orgasm was, after a few minutes of intense pleasure, just seconds away.

Suddenly the muscles relaxed and the tension was gone. Cum had streamed from my lady parts. I lay on my back huffing flashing a wide toothy smile.

I soon fell asleep naked on my side under the blanket.

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