Snoring, the girl lay in the warm bed, limbs pointing in all directions. Her black hair was strewn all over the place in wild disarray. Yawning she woke up. Rubbing her eyes, she rose and shuffled towards the bathroom. Scratching her butt she glanced at herself as she passed the mirror.
She froze.
"What the...!?" Eyes widening, she grabbed her breasts. Momentary struck dumb she thought of the previous night and a memory clicked into place. Her features lit up with a gigawatt smile.
"Al right, I did it!" she squealed, jumping up and down and attempted a hula dance just for the heck of it. Returning his hands to his breasts he squeezed, scared that it will go away. When was the last time he got a chance to fondle a girls boobs? Like... forever! And to think, all that time he spent in developing the medication actually paid off. A guy has become a girl!
"O yes, Steve you truly are a genius." he chuckled to himself.
Still abusing his breasts he looked at the rest of his body. The girl looking back at him was not a curvaceous sex goddess, but the handful tits and firm ass are good enough for what Steve has planned...
Leaving the breasts for later examination, he walked towards the package on his cabinet and ripped off the wrapping. Taking out the contents, he slips on a thong over his slender legs. The thong felt weird, like something should have been there but wasn't.
Shrugging, he puts on the matching bra. Bummer. It seems as if it's too big. Guess he was a little too optimistic; he will have to go without one. Slipping on the dark grey shirt and a black skirt, he turned to the mirror to see the result. The shirt does not fit him as well as he liked, but it will do. Perhaps later he can go do some mayor shopping.
"Well Steve, it's time to get party started." Packing the rest of the contents from the package into his bag, he saunters out of his apartment towards the public swimming pool. The swimming pool is only a few blocks from his house and he had no trouble on the way there. Although he got some glances from some men, he tried to ignore them.
He walked inside the reception area, nervously looking around. Did he look weird? Did anyone suspect him to be more then he appears? It was highly unlikely that someone would guess his secret, but he still felt the tension of the moment. Spotting Rebecca sitting behind the front desk, he walked towards her.
Rebecca was working at the front desk since the day he has joined the swimming lessons the previous year. She always seemed irritated if you disturb her from reading her book and not once gave him a smile, even if he tried to make a little joke. After some futile attempts with small talk, he gave up. Even he got the message load and clear. Buzz off.
"Hello, I would like to join the morning swimming lessons please," he said, giving her a nervous smile.
A flash of irritation swept across her face. Her eyes were drawn upward from the book, slowing as his cleavage came into view and then continuing on to his face. Her eyes were searching his, sizing him up.
"Excuse me, could you repeat that?" she said.
"I'm here for the morning swimming lessons?" he said, his voice rising a little at the end from anxiety, making the statement almost sound like a question.
"Sure. Do you have a membership card?"
After rummaging around in his bag, he gave her his card. Taking it she looked at it and frowned. "This is not your card."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, this card is Steve Stephenson's and you are clearly not him," she explained, showing and tapping on the picture of the card. Fuck! He forgot that the card was from the time he was male.
"Well... er... that is my brother's card and he gave it to me for today."
"Well usually no member card, means no entrance, but I think I will make an exception for you. Just make sure that you eventually get one for yourself, or I might get into trouble."
"Really!? Thanks, I owe you one!'
"Of cause." She said, giving him a smile. A smile! How did he do that? Shaking his head in disbelief he walked towards the dressing rooms. His back turned, he did not see Rebecca licking her lips.
Stopping before the door to the women's changing room his thoughts returned towards the plan he made. Since the time he became aware of girls he always wanted to see within the girls changing rooms. Fantasies of what happens in there always excited him. And now was the chance he was waiting for a very long time. His paradise awaits him.
Taking a deep breath he twisted the handle and walked into the room.
Deserted.
It looked like all the other women have already changed and gone towards the swimming pool. Sadly it seemed that his paradise has not yet come.
With a sigh he dropped his bag on the bench and took out his swimsuit. He climbed out of his clothes and slipped on his swimsuit. The swimsuit, a blue one-piece, clung into every crevice of his body, the rubbery fabric squeezing every bulge, pronouncing his form rather then hiding it. How women could feel comfortable walking around like that only they knew. Walking towards the swimming pool it almost felt like every eye was drawn towards his feminine body, his imagination going into overdrive.
Nearing the swimming pool he heard furious splashing as the other participants was going through the paces. Glancing around, he spotted the head trainer and went to her. The last few weeks he was under her tutelage and she was formidable. Toned muscles bulging against her attire, she was a retired swimmer that once took part in international competitions. Although she was pleasant when you talked to her in normal situations, she accepted no tardiness when near a pool.
As Steve approached Maria, she turned her head towards him and sized him up.
"Yes? Can I help you?" she said. Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, he folded his arms under his breasts and shifted from foot to foot.
"I'm here to join the swimming lessons, ma'am."
"Swimming lessons? You are late, the lessons for women has started half an hour ago."
"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am."
"I take it that it is your first time joining these classes?"
"N... err... Yes ma'am."
Rolling her eyes, she gestured towards a group of girls waiting a few feet away. "Join the group over there; they should be around the same age as you. If you wish to join these lessons then I expect punctuality from now on. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly ma'am."
Before the instructor strips him of his hide, he hurried to the group for the days lessons. For the next two hours they were drilled into the right form of swimming. Every time someone finished a length the instructor explained to them what the person did wrong. If someone did a movement exceptionally well, the person was used as an example. Since Steve already had some experience he often had to play this role today.
Throughout the lesson he was kept so busy that he did not even have time to ogle at his fellow students. Worn out and feeling abused he joined the other girls as they went towards the changing rooms. The girls gaggled, some complaining about the excessive amount of lengths they had to swim, some pleased with their improved times. Unknown to the girls there was traitor within their midst's, Steve started grinning. The excitement within him was rising with anticipation. It was almost time...
The group of girls entered the changing rooms and scattered towards their clothes that was deposited on the wooden benches. Most of the girls were athletic and with taunt thighs. Hardened by the icy water of the swimming pool the nipples poked through the thin materials. One girl reached behind her neck to untie her bikini top, another pulling the shoulder straps of her one-piece down the sides of her arms until her breasts sprung free. All around him girls started to undress, some giggling and some blushing.
"Gawwwd..." Steve gasped. His eyes devoured the offered flesh around him, the mind momentary paralyzed by the scene. His fantasy unfolded before him and it was better then he had hoped. The sheer taboo of what he was doing was driving him over the edge. His breath labored with excitement, blood rushing through his veins. Most of his experience of nude women was of pictures he found on the net, so a person could argue that he should be used by the sight. But who was he kidding... confronted by this huge amount of flesh will fizzle most men's minds.
While staring around him his eyes caught a girl frowning at him. O shit!
His face flushed red; he quickly turned around and hurried to the showers keeping his head down. He hoped that she did not think too much of him. Perhaps he was a bit too blatant with his appreciation. Well it was just one little slip up. He just has to avoid making that mistake in the future.
He quickly stripped the swimsuit and stepped into the shower. Lathering his hands with soap he started washing the chloral residue from his body... and lo and behold that same girl stepped into the shower next to him. His hands momentarily froze as he waited for the bomb to drop.
Flicking her wetted brown hair from her face she looks at him and grins. "I'm Alice, nice to meet you. What's your name?"
"What!?" What happened to the A-bomb that was about to explode?
"Your name silly, you know, what they use to call you?"
His jaw fell open while his mind tried to adapt to this situation. "I'm... errr... Claire."
She threw him a half smile. "Nice to meet you Claire. Big Matilda sure is brutal, don't you think?"
"Big who?"
"The instructor, Maria. We call her that, since... well, you know."
"O yeah, that she is." He hurriedly continues washing himself. He must get as fast as possible out of this girl's firing range. Who knows when she will start mauling him?
"I'm impressed by your swimming earlier. Do you enjoy swimming?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Where did you swim before you came here? I don't know of any places nearby."
Steve's face fell a bit. "Err... some other place."
"Hmmm." She thoughtfully tapped on her chin while scrutinizing him as he desperately tried to look innocent.
"You new in this area?" she asked, a smirk playing on the corners of her mouth.
"You could say that."
"Well in that case, how about you come to my house? A new girl like you seems to be in a need of a girl friend."
