Anyway exams are over now, and so, therefore, is school, and so I MIGHT even post more than one caption next month! Maybe I'll even get around to continuing that story I started last February!! Or maybe I'll completely forget about all that and just post a new caption at the end of a month's procrastination again!!!
And what does this caption have to do with the month of June you may ask?? Well, uh, there's a lesbian in it. Which is, admittedly, true of all my captions, but this month it's thematically appropriate.
Jan rushed from the store, his cheeks bright red, a bag under his arm containing a bright pink bra with matching panties. His girlfriend, Rachel, had asked him to buy her some new underwear, and he less-than-gladly obliged, rushing into the store, grabbing a set from the rack while no-one was looking, and surreptitiously paying at the self service checkout, blushing vividly throughout the process. He had bought them at the shop closest to their apartment, although, in retrospect, he couldn’t remember there ever being a shop there before. Nonetheless, it clearly existed, because he’d bought something from it, and was desperate to get home as quickly as possible.
When he did, though, a horrible thought struck him. He rushed to the bedroom, grabbed one of Rachel’s bras, and checked the label. 36B. He looked at the label on the bra he’d purchased. 38E. Not even close to being the right size. “Dammit!” muttered Jan. “Rachel’s gonna love this…” He figured he’d have to go back and get a refund, then look around more carefully for some underwear that would actually fit her. This, obviously, wasn’t something he had any desire to do. After all, the set he’d bought was so pretty, it’d be a shame to just… wait, what?
Jan looked at the bra and panties on the bed. Pink and frilly. They looked… inviting. He touched one of the bra’s cups, and the soft, pliable fabric felt wonderful. He looked around, nervous. He was blushing again. He picked up the panties. They were stretchy, and they had a cute little bow at the front. He wanted to put them on. He needed to put them on. Without a second thought, Jan shed all of his clothes, pulled the panties up his legs, then, after a bit of a struggle, managed to hook the bra around his back. It was an awkward fit - the panties were form-fitting in all the least comfortable places, and the bra’s straps were much too tight while its cups were much too loose. Looking down at himself, he figured he probably looked ridiculous. He wandered over to the full-length mirror in the wardrobe - and saw, staring back at him, a beautiful, curvy woman, wearing that same underwear!
“What the?!” he yelled, looking back down at himself. Still decidedly male. He looked back at the girl in the mirror, and saw that she hadn’t moved. Her expression was different, though. She had an eyebrow raised, and she was smirking. “What’s going--”
“Shh.” said the girl in the mirror.
For a few seconds, Jan could only stare. Then, finally, he managed to stutter something out. “W--who are you?”
“I’m you, Jan.” said the girl. “I’m who you’re supposed to be. I’m who you will be.”
“What? N-no, I-I’m--”
“Shh.” she cut him off again. A seductive smile crossed her lips as she squeezed her breasts together. “What’s the problem? Don’t you want to be me?”
In spite of himself, Jan nodded dumbly. He’d never even given it a thought before, but now his mind - his entire being - was filled with a desperate longing to become this woman. “Uh-huh…”
The woman now grinned happily. “Oh, good!” she said, her voice chipper, and she stepped out of the mirror, and into Jan.
“Waa! W-what the--?” He looked in the mirror and saw himself, his regular, male body wearing woman’s underwear. He looked as ridiculous as he initially suspected.
Then he got shorter.
A whole foot shorter.
And he smiled.
His hair grew down, dying itself a deep red colour, before tying itself up into a small bun on the right-hand side of his head. His eyes changed their own tone to match as they grew wider, and cuter, and his head and his nose shrank down as his lips puffed up a little, completely feminising his face. A smile spread across his girly new mouth as his frame became smaller, his shoulders much less broad, and the bra straps fit a lot better all of a sudden. His arms became slender as all of his body hair receded, fading practically to nothing. His belly and waist were the next to change, and a bit of air was knocked from Jan’s lungs as it slammed inward, retaining just a little bit of fat to give it a cute, full figure.
His hips began to expand, then, a bit of fat building on each side to give a curvy look. As his panties were pulled tighter, so something in between his legs was forced to shrink away, generating an intensely pleasant feeling that drew a long, high-pitched “Mmmmmm…” from his still-sealed lips. All at once, then, his butt burst out, each cheek flooding with fat to create a large, jiggly ass. This expansion, in turn, pulled the panties as tight as they could go, and Joan knew womanhood then. She blushed at the wave of new sensations it brought, and then her thighs began to grow, bigger and fatter so that they rubbed together when she walked, and her shins and feet became a little bit slimmer. Then a shove came from her chest, and Joan smiled as her nipples puffed up a little, then another shove came, producing a pair of small, barely-there breasts, and a very small “Mm” from Joan’s mouth. A third shove added a bit more fat to her chest, and drew an “Oh…” from her mouth, and the shoving continued, and with each shove Joan’s chest became a little bit bigger, and her moans a little bit louder, and a scream of pure bliss erupted from Joan’s mouth as she filled out, her boobs enormous and luscious.
Joan stood before the mirror, posing, craning her neck over her shoulder, examining her gorgeous new form from every possible angle, her hands exploring every curve and contour, occasionally prompting a light yelp when she reached a bit that was more sensitive than it had been. With one pinky absently stroking her inner thigh, Joan put an arm under her chest and leaned forward, giving herself a good view of the cleavage her bra revealed. “Mmmm…” she sighed softly, before repeating, “Rachel’s gonna love this…”
But this time she meant it.
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