The Fucking Beauty Part 1
The incident in this sex story started this summer. I like summer and really enjoy them. But this summer was totally different, to the extent which I haven’t thought of. Day 1. Snoozing my alarm again, I dozed off to sleep. I was feeling strange but avoiding it, I slept anyway. “Wake up! How long will you sleep! Lazy ass!” My wife shouted at me from the kitchen. Trying myself not to shout back at her, I sat up on my bed. I felt something heavy on my chest. I thought it must be the last night’s dinner and got down my bed. I felt my legs weak and my body light. Slowly and sleepy, I walked down to the washroom. Blindly, I took my toothbrush and started to chew it. After a few minutes, I did my gorgle and washed my face. And opened my eyes and look at the mirror, a horrified shout came out of my mouth. I saw a girl of my age standing by the sink. Quickly, I tried to feel my dick in my boxer, all I can feel was a cleaned shaved tight little hole. Horrified, I looked down but my view was blocked two big balls shaped flesh attached to my chest, where by last night stood a well-built chest. I took few steps back and stood at a distance and look at the mirror again. I saw a pretty girl with long brown hair till her waist, with a sweet face and brown mesmerizing eyes looking back at me. As soon as turned my gaze down, I was introduced to big well-shaped boobs with pink nipples at the exact center of a slender waist and quite wide pelvic bone, trying hard to hold my boxers from the last night. Down my boxer was hairless long legs. I touched myself on my chest or should I say my breast and pinched my nipples. I felt tremors in my body. “This is a dream!” I chanted to myself. I pinched again, harder. I felt pain. I was horrified. I shouted for my wife and hide in a towel, in the same way, girls cover themselves after taking a bath. Soon, she came running to the washroom and was shocked to see me. A girl of eighteen clad in a towel. “What is this? Who are you?” She asked me in a confused tone. “I am Saif!” I replied. For the first time, I paid attention to my voice. It was low pitched too. I sounded much like a sweet little girl. “SAIF! WHAT HAPPENED!!?! What is this?!” “I don’t know! I woke up and found myself like this.” My wife held me, took me out and make me sit on the bed. She was also as much confused as I am. “You must wear something! You can’t sit here like this?” She said with lady instincts. She quickly took out a t-shirt and track pants of mine, when I used to be a man, from my wardrobe and gave it to me. I wore it over the towel, with a little effort. I felt my boobs stretching the t-shirt and changing its shape to adapt to my new body type. After that, I stood up and wore my tracks it was feeling quite loose around my thighs but bit tight around my bums. After wearing my weird fitting clothes, I sat down disgusted and trying hard not to cry but still, I felt a few drops of tears rolled down my cheeks. I was feeling very weird, feeling girlish. With tears filled my eyes, I looked up at my wife, she was confused too. She sat beside and started to stroke my slender back. “I always wanted a sister.” She calmly said, “let’s go, we need to do some shopping for my new little sister” Disgusted, I glared at her. But I stood up and said in my sweet voice, “how will I go out! I mean in these weird fitting clothes.” “Wait here! I’ll back in a moment.” Saying that she left me alone in my awkwardness of being in a girl’s body with a man’s mind. I started to touch and feel myself, on my breast, it was soft. I must say very soft, but they were firm too. Like the way my wife owes, I started to press them alternately and pinch my nipples. I started to feel funny. A moment later, I felt some wetness near my new tight little pussy. It was already a bit wet. I smelled really good. I was smelling myself when my wife returned with a lot of things. “What are doing! Behave like a good girl Sofiya” she caught me smelling my wetness. “SOFIYA!” I exclaimed. “Ya! I can no longer call you Saif. You are now my sister. And start acting like one.” “What are you saying, Shireen!” I shouted at her. “See, I don’t know what is this. But you are now in a girl’s body. So you should act like a girl too. Otherwise the society.” She stopped in middle of the sentence and took up the dress which brought and showed me, “These are my old dresses, these must fit you well. Go on give them a try.” It was a beige and red printed kurta and leggings. “I don’t know how to wear these.” “Don’t worry I’ll help you.” I took out my awkward fitting t-shirt. And my girlish instincts overcome me and I tried to hide my boobs with hands. “What’s the use of hiding yourself from your wife cum sister! Let me see you.” She was making fun of me but I was too confused to give any reaction. Slowly, I put my guards down and felt the weight on my chest. “Oh, my sweet little girl, you’re really good.!” She exclaimed examining my newly developed body. Without wasting any time, I took up the dress and was going to wear it but she stopped me, and said, “Oh! No! No! No! You don’t want these juggling all around when you’ll be walking down the street, wear these.” She handed me a pair of bras. I took it, it was a purple bra with light pads. Timidly, I put it on. And as expected THE HOOKS were the difficult part, she helped me with it. After that was the panties, then she helped me the kurta, she brought me, for the bottom was red leggings. It was soft and the fabric stuck to my flesh and showed off my curvy long legs. Kurta also fitted me well, like it was mine only. After that, she applied my light makeup and did my hair. When I looked myself in the mirror, all I can see was a proper lady sitting on a stool beside my wife. “Oh, Sofiya! You’re so pretty!” My wife exclaimed.