Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: nostrumo@nienor.in-berlin.de
Subject: TG: Chris
Date: 4 Nov 1995 02:04:50 +0100

				Chris

	Chris was just a little late on puberty, being 13 years old
and not having experienced it yet. Consequently, he was a bit confused
about his sexuality. Most of his friends were already having
intercourse with girls at school, while he still couldn't relate to
the fascination of young girl's bodies. He knew he wasn't turned on by
boys bodies... the only thing that ever gave him an erection was
watching his older sister Janet getting dressed.

	It wasn't so much her body that turned him on as the clothes
she wore. Seeing her delicately lift her pantyhose to the toes of her
feet, then slowly, elegantly sliding them up over her feet, up her
legs, until the waistband hugged her hips and the center seem kissed
her crotch. Observing her hands deftly strapping a bra around her
firm, round breasts. Watching slim, stocking clad feet slip into
bright red high-heeled shoes. These were the things that aroused his
sexuality.

	Chris always wanted to try on her clothes, but his frame was a
little smaller and he knew they wouldn't fit him nearly as well as
they did his sister. Then one day, something happened. He came across
a picture of himself as a two-year old, sitting at the feet of his
sister Janet, who was ten years old. His mom had dressed him in a
little blue shirt, but from the waist down he was clad in bright red
tights. They were the same color as the tights his sister was wearing.

	All of the sudden Chris felt his penis stiffen and throb,
confusion beginning to cloud his mind. He had erections before, but
this time it was different. A shiver went up the spine, heart beat
quickening slightly, and a strange tingling, tight feeling engorged
his penis. He stood up quickly. The feeling began to subside, but he
still felt odd.

	Slowly, he walked out towards the attic in a state of
confusion, not knowing what was going on. The attic door creaked as he
eased it open. There were several dressers in the darkness, lit
partially by a window at the far end of the room. The attic was spooky
without anyone else around - Chris almost never went up there alone.

	But something called out in his subconscious. "Look around.
Quickly. Open the drawers. Search." In about twenty minutes, all of
the dresser drawers had been opened, odd clothes strewn about the
floor.

	Then something caught Chris' eyes. With the bottom drawer of
the big mahogany bureau pulled out, the space beneath was exposed that
revealed a shiny red garment. He reached in and grabbed it. It was
soft, stretchy, and very slippery. Held at full length, it had the
shape of a body, from neck to toe, with long sleeves and a small
zipper in the back. What was it? Like tights and a leotard joined
together, but no seams except along the arms and up the inner legs. A
full body unitard. He dropped them. What a strange feeling! Like doing
something wrong, yet compelled to indulge further.

	In a brief moment, Chris had stripped off all of his clothes
and he sat on the cool floor. The air had a slight chilling effect,
causing a tingling sensation across his skin. The zipper of the
unitard slid down easily, revealing the inviting insides of the lycra
garment. He rolled up the right side and pulled it onto his right
foot, covering the toes the way Janet put on her pantyhose.

	Swiftly and eagerly, the spandex slid upwards, a snug fit to
the upper thigh. He repeated the same with the left side, his crotch
throbbing steadily. Standing up, Chris gave a firm but gentle tug, and
the whole lower half of the unitard covered him up to his waist, a
soft smooth snug feeling all over.

	He darted both hands through the arms, reached behind, and
pulled up the zipper. Ohhhh... The light from the window danced across
his body, and he could see himself in a mirror on the adjacent wall.
There stood a young boy, clad so snugly in red lycra from neck to toe.
At this point, Chris had trouble containing himself. Hormones coursed
through his body, tingling sensations shot up the spine, and a sweet
tight feeling surged through his maleness. How could something feel so
good?? Both hands raced all over, taking in the stretchy smoothness of
the lycra encased about him.

	He lay down and hugged himself gently, drenched in ecstasy.
Moments passed. "Chris? Oh, Chris! Where are you?" It was his mother
calling. Oh no! She couldn't find him like this. What would she
think?? He lay out perfectly still, not to make a noise. Her voice
came closer, approaching. Suddenly, he noticed that the attic door was
slightly open.

	Certainly that would lure her to open it further and look
inside! "Chris??" His mother was only a few feet away now. But
suddenly Chris was distracted. He felt a little odd, the unitard was
slightly tighter around him somehow. And it got worse. The lycra
seemed to have a life of its own, pulling, stretching, almost seeking
to embed itself in his skin. He wanted to cry out! "Chris?? Where are
you? Hmph! I could've sworn he came up here after school." A hand
reached for the door handle, casting a dim shadow onto the attic
floor, right beside an outstretched leg completely covered in red
spandex. Chris felt hot flashes waving across his body.

	He began to shake slightly, a tight tingling sensation welling
deeply in his penis. He felt like he was going to explode in sexual
fervor, like never before. Thunk! The door closed. Footsteps walked
off, downstairs. His mother was gone.

	Shiver! Tremble! He couldn't control his body. Crotch
pulsating, nipples pinching, skin crawling. As if he had been punched
in the crotch, Chris doubled over and moaned. His voice cracked,
caught between boyhood and puberty, then smoothed with a feminine
sigh. Something was wrong. It felt as if the nipples on his chest were
swelling. What happened? He reached down between his legs, hands
sliding over the red lycra, to find that his penis was gone! Small
thin lips running vertically, a small bump on the top that tingled
with a touch, was all that was left. His hands felt smaller, his legs
were thin, feet slender. He touched himself more, only to finally
realize that he had lost something - his boyhood.

	He now had the body of a girl! Christine, not Chris. Her
vagina pulsated, fresh from the transformation, eager to be loved. In
a confused daze, she slowly brought her hand to it and stroked softly.
Her newfound girlhood called for more. Gently at first, she began
pressing more firmly between the lips of her vagina, massaging the
clitoris. More, more, faster, faster! Her head turned to the side and
she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

	In spite of the shock, she could see how lovely her new body
was. Sweet long legs stretched out to the sides, pretty feet pointed
downward, small breasts with nipples perked tightly. Her hand rubbed
more briskly as her eyes stared back in anticipation of what was to
come. A quivering began, deep inside, like she never felt before. Like
the rumble of a tidal wave, pleasure quaked through her body. The red
lycra body danced in the dark, to a tune of a newfound sexuality.

	Christine gave out long deep moans in concert with her very
first orgasm, repeating once more, until she was completely spent, her
love juices darkening the unitard between the legs. Her heavy
breathing relaxed, giving way to slow soothing sighs. She rested and
thought about her new predicament. What would she do, now that she was
no longer a boy? She giggled, revealing a peaceful smile. What did it
matter? She never felt better before in her whole life.