Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2015 06:08:34 -0800
From: Brian Gay <crazy1cor127@att.net>
Subject: The Storm of Change

It had been a long cold lonely night. Longing for the warm embrace that was
no longer there. It had been 2 days since she walked out of my life and I
was miserable. Fighting off the exaustion from the plauging insomnia I was
having, I slowly got out of my bed. Looking around at what was once a happy
home now just a half empty shell of what it once was. Actually it was a
perfect expression of how I feel inside.

Battling my own thoughts as to why she left me and why can't I truly be
loved. I am almost 40 and have nothing to show for it. No job,no children,
and no happiness. If only I could be someone else and not an oversized
outcast that nobody cares about. What was that! A knock at my door? Had she
returned to me.I ran to the door, opened it and there was nobody there. It
was raining very hard but i stepped outside wearing only my sleep pants,
t-shirt, and slippers. Looking to see who knocked, a strong gust of wind
blew the front door to my little house shut with a slam. I went to open the
door and it was locked I tried everything to get it open and nothing. Now
freezing and soaking wet in the pouring rain I ran across the street to my
neighbor Mrs. Vandermarks house. Mrs. Vandermark was a sweet older black
lady maybe mid fifties. Her husband had passed away many years ago and she
was always very nice to me. I knocked on her door and she opened it and
said to me

Dear Child what are you doing out here in this pouring rain?

I told her what had happened and I was locked out of my house and asked her
if Icould use her phone to call a locksmith to get my door open. She
brought me right in. I had never seen the inside of her house before but it
was emmaculate. The kind of place as soon as you walk in you feel right at
home. She went to her bathroom closet and grabbed a towel for me to dry
off. I quickly started using it but wearing fleece sleep pants the towel
did very little to dry them. Mrs. Vandermarklooked at me and said "James we
are going to have to get your clothes dry before you catch an a cold.Look I
know this may sound strange but there are clean dry clothes in the first
bedroom on the right. They were my daughters who is about your size. I know
they are womens but you need to get into something dry at least till I can
dry yours. Kind of embarrassed I said ok and went into the room. I looked
through the closet and there were dresses, skirts, blousses, sweaters, and
a few pair of dress pants. I pulled out a black pair of dress pants. I also
grabbed a green cashmire sweater. Knowing i was soaked to the bone I opened
up the top dresser drawer that was full of silky panies, Pantyhose, tights,
and bras. I grabbed a pair of white panties. I laid the clothes on the bed
as Itook off my wet garmants. Used the towel once again to make ure I was
dry and put the panties on then the dress pants, then the sweater. I knew
my slippers were also to wet to put back on so i looked around and found a
pair of black slip on flats and put them on as well. I walked out of the
room and gave Mrs. Vandermark my wet clothes and she told me make myself
comfortable so I sat down on her couch as she took my clothes into to
laundry room. I was feeling kinda odd not just because I was sitting there
in womens clothes but feeling a strange tingling in my body. She came back
out and asked me if I would like a cup of hot tea. I said yes. She came
back in the room with the tea and sat down in the chair in the room. We
started to talk but it was weird because the conversation was like I knew
her all my life. Thats when the tingling progressed. For some reason the
couch started getting really comfortable like I was sitting on extra
cushions. I also noticed like I was talking less like myself and more like
she was. I started to feel like something was rubbing the back of my neck
and my chest was starting to feel very heavy. feeling uncomfortable I asked
if she would mind if I went back in the room to put some socks on because
my feet were cold.

I got into the room and looked through the drawer again. No socks, so i
grabbed a pair of pantyhose, took off the shoes and pants and put the
pantyhose on noticing my legs were completly hairless. The tingling in my
body tripled to the point I slightly moaned. I put the pants and shoes back
on and realized I needed to do something about my chest. Not thinking clear
i grabbed a bra took off the sweater and felt my now large breasts and
nipples that sent chills up my spine. I put the Bra on, Perfect fit. Then
put the sweater back on. I stopped in front of the vanity mirror and
noticed my hair had grown out. It was shoulder length now and was very
thick and almost black. I also noticed my facial hair was gone andmy
fingers now slimmer with long nails and a french manicure. I don't know why
but this started turning me on as i slid my soft longnailed finger down in
the panties and started rubbing my cock. The more I rubbed the smaller it
got as I finally felt my finger go into a slit that was now between my
legs. As I rubbed my newly formed pussy I looked at myself in the mirror as
my lips got bigger and pouttier, My eyeswent from a blue to a deep sexy
blue. My nose got smaller and abit wider, my entire face softened as i
rubbed away on my clit. Then my skin started changing color from a pale
white to deeper white to a light brown to a dark brown. I stopped and
looked at myself in the mirror thinking how happy I was to have such a
great mother in Mrs. Vandermark and how excited Iwas to be going out on
adate tonight withthe love of my life Tyrone Jackson