Chloe Cummings [Cummings - Going Girly for Christmas

Chloe Cummings

Going Girly For Christmas

Copyright 2019 by Chloe Cummings

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One

The Gift

I wondered, she started, If for Christmas this year, your gift could be that you would let me try sleeping with a woman?

I was upset, of course, and hadnt responded very positively. In fact, I might have even been outrightly mean about it. When I cooled off from the initial shock of the question, I realised that I needed to make it up to her.

I wasnt comfortable with her sleeping with someone else. We werent that kind of couple. It was fine for people who were like that, Id never hold anything against them, but I had always thought that Sarah and I had been (and always would be) completely monogamous.

I had, however, recently heard news of a service that would maybe solve this problem. This service took in men to get completely feminized, all the way from the shape of their faces down to the appearance of their genitals. Of course, such a drastic service cost a lot of money - but I had a secret: I had, unbeknownst to Sarah, been saving up money for us to get married (not that I had proposed or anything yet). Using that secret fund, I had enough to get feminized for the holidays, and then turned back shortly after. Nobody else would be any the wiser.

I had never even considered that I would ever do anything like this. It wasnt something I was particularly into. However, if it meant that Sarah could fulfill her wish to have sex with a woman without actually needing to cheat on me, then I would do it. I loved her enough for that.

I told Sarah that I would be away on business for a couple of weeks leading up to Christmas Eve, but in fact I was undergoing the feminization program. I told her that I was going to miss her so much, and that when I got back, I wanted her to be ready for me to scoop her up to the bedroom for a marathon session. Little would she know that it would be her wish coming true.

I awoke at the end of the week. The process was finally complete, and I was actually becoming conscious enough to see the impact of it. The doctors, after checking that everything had been successful, left the room, for me to get acquainted with my new body.

When I first looked down, my mind was overwhelmed with new senses.

Locks of long, flowing brown hair fell to my shoulders as I moved my head, and I could feel the ends of them gently tickling my skin.

On my chest, two substantial, perky, breasts hung down with a weight I had never experienced before. The nipples at their ends firmly protruded, like a little cherry on the top of a cake. As I gently swayed from side to side, so too did they. I understood, for the first time in my life, why you might want to hide your bosom away in something like a bra - there was a significant weight to them that needed supporting.

But strangest to me of all was the lack of a penis between my legs. Now there was nothing hanging down there, instead replaced by a simple crease, two small mounds at either side. Just looking at it made my heart race, and I resisted the temptation to touch it.

In the corner of the room was a full length mirror. I approached it, as I assumed many men had before, and got my first look at my full form.

What stood out, most of all, was my face. In this female form, it was beautiful. My once bearded, full chin, was now thin, slight, lending the shape of my face an almost angelic feel. My thick, previously broken nose, was now a tiny button nose, little nostrils at the bottom. And my mouth was perhaps the most perfect feature of all. Full, pursed lips shone back at me, matching the rest of the face to a tee.

Below, my figure was now slight too. My waist was now thin, giving me a stunning hourglass figure which I knew would be the envy of other girls. My hands, and feet, too had been shrunk down to match my new size. I flexed my fingers curiously - it was a weird sensation to have them so (relatively) small. Turning around to look at my rear, I was presented with a firm, round ass - the kind I always dreamed of touching, but maybe not of owning. Below that, I had long, thin legs - the type I would normally have had to pretend not to notice, or risk offending Sarah. But now that they were my own, I could stare as long as I liked

As I looked in the mirror, I couldnt help but think it: I was an angel of a woman. Sarah was going to love this.

Surveying my body once more, my eyes lingered on my crotch. A big part of me yearned to touch those folds, feel what it would be like to orgasm in this form, or, failing that, even just be pleasured. I resisted: Sarah, I was sure, would show me all of this later, and this public setting wasnt quite the right place for it.

Putting the charge on my secret credit card, I left the feminization studio, and went to make my next purchase: clothes.

I couldnt just turn up like this, of course. I was still wearing my old loose t-shirt, as well as baggy jeans which didnt really fit me and I still had to hold up. This was not how I wanted Sarah, my love, to see her new gift.

There was a shop in town that my girlfriend always liked shopping at, so I went there. I figured, when this process was reversed, she could then always keep whatever I purchased to wear for this week.

Arriving in the store, my instinct was to head straight for the t-shirts and jeans. That was what I would feel most comfortable in, after all, especially considering my body was so foreign to me right now. Instead, I forced myself to walk over to a section full of beautiful dresses, which I knew was what shed prefer to see me in.

A young male shop assistant glanced at me, and then looked away, blushing. I was confused at first, until I looked down, and noticed the tips of my breasts protruding from my t-shirt, which was tight around this area if nowhere else.

I blushed, embarrassed, and headed straight for the underwear section instead. A bra, at least, would make me a little more comfortable and my nipples a little less prominent.

I browsed through item after item, slowly learning how they could differ so much. Suddenly, I saw a lingerie set that I could only dream of seeing Sarah in. A tiny black lace bra-let hung above a little lace thong - a set which the model on the packaging seemed to pull off so comfortably. If I wanted to see Sarah in this, then I could only hope that this was exactly what she would want to see me in. I grabbed the set matching the measurements given to me at the surgery, and quickly hopped over to the dresses section, grabbing a little black dress that I liked the look of as well as a pair of flat shoes.

When I went to pay, I was relieved to see that the counter was staffed by female cashiers, and - hopefully - none of them would be looking at my new bust. I paid, and asked the woman if I could quickly changes in one of their changing rooms.

She nodded at my chest with a knowing look, Maybe you better.

Embarrassed once again, I rushed to the changing rooms and stripped off my old, male clothes.

Pulling the lingerie from the packet, I realized just how exposing it still was but at least I wouldnt be making any more young men blush, with my nipples being covered.