Transformation From Girly Air - Part 3

ALL STORY LIST  | OTHER PARTS

The appearance of myself and my friends was definitely changing.  It was more noticeable now. I didn't know how aware they were but  I certainly was. I was getting round and 'fluffy' in places only girls are fluffy and so were they. Our pecs were held in by our wet suits but without them, they looked more and more like breasts with their larger, darker areola. Milk factories are on the move. No wonder my gown was looking so much cuter on me at home.

And no wonder our wet suits were not fitting properly. We needed the ones with a dart on each side of the chest.  And what did we want to do when we got dressed? Did we want to cruise for girls? Did we want to go to an action movie? Oh no! We wanted to SHOP and stop for tea. I could never stand to go shopping before. And what did we all do? We painted our toenails and wore sandals.  We were driving my convertible and we all had our hair tied high with scrunchies.

We parked at the little mall and went in. I must tell you. I had a certain premonition about this trip. Something unusual was going to happen. I just knew it. Didn't have long to wait either.  We stopped in front of a window and pointed to this and that. We entered the shop.  The saleslady said, in all apparent seriousness, "Hello girls.  How can we help you today?"  Now, right from the outset, we were a bit shocked. We'd never been actually called 'girls' before by a shopkeeper even though it was obvious that we displayed many of the telltale signs of womanhood.

Neither had we ever taken an interest in anything so blatantly feminine but it felt incredibly natural.  We'd also never been calmer as Brad said, "We'd like to see some  pretty lingerie please."  He sounded so girlish and so sincere. The lady, whose name was Andrea, set about her task of satisfying her customers, and to my amazed eyes, we ALL ended up walking out of there wearing well-fitting bras and satin panties and carrying bags with more of the same and other goodies like teddies and thigh high hose.

In fact,  we wore a pair of hose out of the store with our deck shoes. We had, cleavage showing in the low-cut blouses we had bought there. We also picked out several rings and wore them.  When we got back out into the main aisle I asked Brad, "What in  the WORLD did we just DO in there Brad?"

"I'm sorry dude. I think I'm beginning to get off on this Girly stuff. Something just snapped when she said 'girls' and wow, look at us! Don't you just love it? You're cute! We're cute! We're  BABES!"  "Not YET we're not, but I have a feeling that we're GOING to be very SOON. What in the world are we DOING guys?

I never knew we collectively had a girlish bone in our bodies, bodies I might add that are taking on a whole new flavor."  Al came back with, "it appears we like nighties and shaving our legs more than we planned <Giggle>.

And frankly, girls, if I'm going to be lumpy and with cleavage, I'd like some prettier things to cover my lumps. Now, all in favor, follow me."  And off she went to the nearest dress shop. Brad and I stood there, mouths open, stunned. Then we ran to catch up. And not like boys did we run, oh no!

Hip-swaying girl trot was how.  The next shop found us unabashedly combing through the racks of skirts and blouses and dresses, taking stack after stack to the try-on rooms and ogling ourselves and each other both helpfully and competitively. We left with slips, a couple skirts and blouses and short shorts each, and head scarves.

And we were  WEARING the skirts and blouses. Our sandals just did not cut it with skirts as far as we were concerned, so we had to go to a  shoe store at once.  We all purchased a couple pairs of flats and heels but we ogled the high heels in the window like a bunch of pre-teens who couldn't wait to grow up so they could dress like mommy.

We wore the flats. We were exhausted and went back to our favorite seafood place for dinner where we were treated like... what else... ladies.

It was so neat... and strange. Our voices, they were suddenly so liltingly soft. Where had our bravado gone not to mention the baritone and tenor? It became bravada and alto.  On the way back to the motel we were talking a mile a minute with a lot of giggling intermingled. We put the top down, put on our headscarves, and cruised home. Some boys tried to pick us up.  Imagine the nerve.

Dummies didn't know we weren't really girls.

We didn't sound like girls, did we? Yes, I suppose we did! Our voices were just TOO high to be boys any longer.  As we bathed that night, we all got rid of the last vestiges of manly hair under our arms and we cleaned up each other's neck hair.

None of us seemed to have much body hair lately. No one seemed embarrassed to be seen in her new shell either. In fact,  none of us had shaved our faces since we got there. There were some very genuine butts and bosoms in panties and bras in that room with very tiny bulges in front.

It was Al and I in the one bed that night and Brad was alone.  When I woke in the morning, Al was spooning me. He had his right arm under my right arm and his right hand was gently around my right breast. I didn't know what to do but my nipples did.

They came to attention.   Neither did I know how I felt about that so I gently moved his  hand but as I did, he woke up with is nose snuggled in my hair  mumbling, "Morning honey."  I finally determined that all this wasn't that bad but just then  Brad was standing at the foot of the bed saying, "Well, don't you girls just look darling, Alecia and Danielle. Comfy are we?" She added a flip of her now longer hair and a jaundiced eye for effect.  I didn't know how to respond to that.

I'd been caught spooning with my friend and had just been re-christened with; let's face it, a fitting, girlish name, Al too. And then I realized that I  had just mentally referred to Brad as "she."  So I said to Alecia, "What do we do Alecia, beat her up now or  let her get away with it?"  "I'm too tired to beat her up Dani. Let's just give up and go  diving, okay?"  "Alright, but will you unhand my breast so I can get out of bed?"

"Oops! Sorry. Sure hon, don't know how that happened."  "You were asleep. No offense. Besides, I liked it."  So, we fixed our hair into high ponytails as we did not wear hoods, got into our wet suits and wet shoes, and headed for the park. We already had our wonderful air so we got a boat, went out, found a spot, and dived in. After we ran out of air, we went back in and got some more for a second dive, knowing our stomachs were crying for food.

At the dive shop, the owner greeted us with, "Hi ladies. Back for more air? Great air, isn't it? Got a whole new system since you  were down last spring."  "Uh, yes er... Bobbi is it? It's really great stuff. That IS you,  isn't it Bob? We love it but it seems to have some side effects or something. In fact..."

"Yes, I know all about the air girls. I'm a diver too you know and I've been using it for six months at least once a week. Just look at me. In fact, you may as well get used to calling me Bobbi with an I because Robert has gone fishin' and isn't coming back  I'm afraid. And you may want to reconsider your wetsuit styles. I  think you're going to need women's suits or you're going to choke  your boobs."

"Yes, you'd better show us some new ones Bobbi, please." And so,  while we were in the process of looking and trying on better-fitting wet suits:  "So, what's causing this Bobbi?"  "We've had the EPA and OSHA down here and even they can't figure it out. We're locked into the outfit that made the system but we have changed all the filters not once but twice. Nothing seems to  help but they are still letting us operate and re-coop our  investment."  "Don't you think it would have been nice to warn us first?

We  seem to be in some kind of sex change-time-continuum or  something."  "Well, you know, that's the way I felt originally and then the guys who bought the air just seemed so happy with themselves and their new personalities that I just let go of it and so far,  nobody has sued me. I know you feel wonderful and my clientele certainly is the prettiest in the area, yourselves included I  might add.

And with the girls, it just seems to make them more girlish and accepting of what's happening to their guys. It's a  win/win situation.

I haven't lost any customers but then again,  not many guys dive from here anymore because pretty soon, they  aren't guys anymore."  "Is it going to get worse?"  "By worse, you mean 'complete?'"  "Yes, exactly."

"Come on back into my living room for a minute. You deserve to know. You've been coming here for years."  Now, Bobbi's general build on her now 5'5" frame was obvious but then she pulled down her bikini bottom and that was worth a  thousand words.  "OH, MY GAWD BOBBI. YOU'RE REALLY A WOMAN!

And a real redhead.  <Giggle>"  "Does that answer the question ladies?"  "Our parents are going to have a hemorrhage," said Alecia. "How  soon..."  "I have no idea. Soon though. It only took me six or eight dives.  The final stage happened while we were sleeping."  "Maybe your parents won't go into orbit though Al."

"Alecia."

"Right."  "I'm giving out these little disposable oxygen bottles for emergencies like that. They're good for about 5 minutes each.  Apparently, the company is aware of the effects of their air pumps  and all you need to do is offer a few gulps of this, whatever it  is, to anyone who starts hyperventilating and they mellow right out. It's amazing.

Of course, it's not oxygen and I don't believe it is this same air either. At any rate, I tried it on my wife and she's still with me. Here, take a half dozen to be safe.

I  get them free and I've got cases of them. You can have more if  you need them."

"Well, girls. Let's get some more super air and get back down there. No turning back now eh? I really like the way this new suit fits. Thanks Bobbi."  We emerged from our sixth exposure to this wonderful air knowing we were more aware of sight, sound, and color. Color was on our minds as we put on our blouses and short shorts with our flats back at the motel and headed back downtown.

This time we headed to the local salon where they made us appreciate our newfound femininity. We got complete makeovers replete with perms and new acrylic nails and we all got our ears pierced twice.

We didn't realize that would cut our diving trip short, as we couldn't go back into the sea with wounded ears so we went home after acquiring a few more things at the local stores and a few more accessories at Bobbi's dive shop.

Just a few more things were all we got; a blouse, skirt, dresses, and several pairs of high heels to go with the dresses. I got some highlights. Bradley re-christened Leigh at her own request.

Our boy voices are gone. Totally girl now. That air washing over our vocal cords took care of that nicely. Adam's apples- gone. Our bosoms blossomed along with our butts. Our faces- softened almost beyond recognition.

Only those who knew us really well would recognize us now at all so of course as soon as we got out of the salon, guys started hitting on us. That was kind of fun and worrisome. Was I digging GUYS now?

Maybe! If I was going to end up a female, why NOT?  And what was going on in our panties?

On the one hand, not much,  and on the other... Well, I don't want to even go there. Let's just say that we could now wear the most revealing skintight shorts or jeans and not reveal a thing, okay?

We were squirming in our seats all the way home. We had twitches and itches we didn't even want to think about. It wasn't waiting for our sleep.  It was happening now... in the car!  This was going to be SOME homecoming. And how were we going to get back into classes as Alecia, Dani, and Leigh? We certainly had more questions than answers.  We tried hard to figure it out on the way home.

Four hours wasn't really long enough to fine-tune everything. We only got the rudiments covered and we NEVER stopped talking.  First, we attacked the problem of what we were wearing. We were,  for this mission, over the top. We were in full makeup, dangle earrings with studs painted toes and long red fingernails,  and had major hooters going on along with tiny waists and bubble butts. We were all somewhat smaller in stature and our voices had changed permanently. So, what could we do? Our own families would not recognize us. We were FEMALES.

"I have it, Dani," said Leigh. "Let's just try toning it down to a  dull roar. We'll get rid of all the color, pick up some sports bras and T-shirts to cover our boobs, put our old boy shorts on , and wear our deck shoes. That will cover our toes. We'll look  almost normal."  "Great idea Leigh. Except we don't sound the same and certainly don't LOOK the same no matter what we wear. We resemble our families but we don't look anything like we DID.

How are you going to keep those size 9s on now that you wear a 7?

How are we gonna hide these hooters or claws or hair or the fact that you now look more like your sister THAN your sister? Still, I think she has a plan and that's about the best we are going to come up with.

Let's pull into Punta Gorda and re-do ourselves down several notches for the initial meeting. Then as the questions come, if anyone  needs 'oxygen', we can mellow them out, okay?"  "Sounds like a plan Dani."  So we stopped and made a few adjustments.

We were no longer major babes but merely extra cute girlish boys with scrubbed faces coming back from a scuba trip. Alright, very cute girls with no makeup coming home from a scuba trip. Our little weenies had disappeared between sensuous folds of moist skin. We didn't actually have vaginas... yet!

"I can't wait for the shit to hit the fan," exclaimed Alecia.  Leigh was the tallest of us, now reduced to 5'7" from a strapping  6 foot. She went straight to her room missing her parents entirely. Her sister Helene spotted her and challenged who she was and why she was there in their home.

Leigh trotted out her  I.D. and explained the fantastic tail to her, hoping that she,  being young and supple-minded-minded might grasp this.   Instead, she screamed at the top of her lungs, whereupon Leigh quickly administered "first aid" by giving her several jolts of mellow juice. Low and behold, Helene became calm and Leigh was able to win her over to the fact that she had a new sister now.

They could now take the team approach to explain it to Mom and  Daddy.  The next thing Helene said was, "If what you say is true, how about taking our pain in the ass little brother scuba diving next time you go. That would sure be fun. We could all go together.  You know he's been wanting to for ages. He's only 12.

He'd never know what hit him. You know what a complete little shit he is!"  "Perfect timing siss. By the time he's 13, he'll be really sweet and nice to be around for a change. Okay. We'll invite him. His  puberty is going to be a HOOT!"

"Okay, but only if Mom and Daddy say it's okay."  At dinner time, Helene and Leigh went downstairs and plopped down in front of the TV in the living room, reasoning that they didn't want to risk anyone getting hurt in the family room with the tile floor. Leigh's Mom didn't have a clue who she was and when Helene told her, she predictably fainted dead away.

The girls caught her, put her on the couch, and administered "first aid" from the canister, a good dozen breath fulls while she came around to consciousness.  Upon awaking she said, "Well girls, you must admit this was quite a surprise. Leigh, you are beautiful. Come here, honey. Give me a  hug. I never realized you could be so pretty."  Situation normalized. Apparently, the gas didn't take away memories but just provided a calm acceptance.