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“pick up, Sissy Slut,” the sultry voice on the answering machine said. “I know
you’re there, and I know you’re wearing christie’s panties.”

Holy samoley, thought ed. He was already freaking out. He was just
looking in the mirror, oggling his huge, soft double d breasts, when the
phone rang.

“How the hell did she know…?” Without thinking ed bit his lip. His
curvy, full figured brunette reflection did the same. His perfectly
french manicured hands touch his lips. ‘Damn, I am so freaking fox-say!’
He thought, a smile curling on his pouty lips. He quickly turned his
ample ass to the mirror and stroked it approvingly before giving it a
sharp smack. He giggled as he watched it bouncing. He loved his panties.
They were black with pink lace keyhole hearts on each cheek, and one
right above his mons in the front.

“Ed. Pick up,” the voice repeated. Uh-oh, he thought, she sounds pissed.
Ed quickly came back to his senses.

“Hey babe.” He tried to sound apologetic, but he noticed with his femme
vocal chords, it just sounded perky. Fuck, he thought, another
relationship screwed up. There was just no way out of this one.

Monica read him the riot act. As she did ed walked over to the bed. If he
was going to get chewed out, he thought, might as well relax. Not like
she needed any input from him anyways. He had the feeling she was going
to be going on for a while. Laying down he absent-mindedly started
twirling his– now her–hair. A couple of strands brushed against his
breasts. A sigh escaped his lips.

Monica was going on about something or other. He snickered when she used
the phrase “psychic panties”, but she shut him up quickly. She said that
this was important, but ed was preoccupied with his new body. If he had
listened he would have heard her tell him she and her roommate were from
the future. A future that was obsessed with genetically modified women. A
future that was perverse. He also would have heard that those special
panties– the ones he thought were so girlishly cute that he would steal
them– would eventually turn him into a slutty, bimbo slave, play doll.
But he tuned all of that out. Instead he drifted into the dreamy
landscape of his new, ultra femme body.

‘Heavenly!’ he thought. He had fantasized about the kind of woman he’d
be, and in a lot of ways this way pretty damn close. The odd thing was he
never told anyone. This was his deepest secret. His hand abandoned his
locks in favor of his nipples, which quickly grew hard. This body is
amazing he thought, looking down he watched them grow the size of some
very big gumdrops. Fuck! I am a stone fox! As he brushed lightly against
them he noticed the sensation wasn’t just local. He felt the strokes in
his inner thighs when he stroked this way, his lower back it was as if
the tingle was felt in different parts of his body at the same time. He
pinched his nipple. The underside of his toes. It felt like someone was
tickling them. His hand slid around the curve of his breast. These are
huge… And nice. Firm and soft. Mmmmm….Who would ever want to be a
man. His hand found it’s way to the border of his panties. As he moaned
he noticed a familiar sensation in his panties…

“Fuck!” Ed screamed, pulling up his panties from his belly to try and see
what exactly was down there.

“Ed!” Monica berated him. “What the hell is going on there?”

“N-nothing, baby…” Damn. Those tiggold bitties were getting in the way.

“Fine,” Monica snapped, “just get your ass over here asap.”

What if I didn’t, ed thought. “Ok. Let me just throw on something and
I’ll be on my way.”

Ed hung up. His hand went back down between his legs… He still had a
cock, although it was small. It quickly stiffened. His hand reasserted
itself in his panties. “Ff-f-fuuuuck!” he shuttered. A soft, sexy shiver
went up his spine, then: pantysplash! Wetness. He moaned and fell back on
the bed. Wow. He had a pussy too. This was exactly what he fantasized
about.

He walked over to his full sized mirror. His hand in his panties, slid up
to his hip. Amazing. He thought for a second about digging out his stash
of clothes he had for when he crossdressed, but they would be way too
big. He wish that he at least had a pair of stripper heels. That’d be
hot. Suddenly he felt a warm sensation under his feet. Two small black
puddles appeared, which snaked its way up his ankles. “Psychic panties!”
He giggled as he watched as they completed their work. Before him a
gorgeous, full figured, big boobed, hermaphrodicic curly haired brunette,
with platformed stripper heels and black and pink panties with a 3 inch
bulge.

“Drool, drool, drool!” He thought of a porn movie that got him super hot.
It had a bottle blonde asian girl wearing something similar, but with hot
pink mesh top that emphasized every curve. No sooner did he think about
that girl’s tan lines that they appeared on his skin. Apparently he
favored bikini cut bottoms, he thought, a smirk on his face. His the
corners of his eyes moved upward, and he lost the crease in his eyelids.
But his hair stayed brunette, curly. It was just the things that got him
hot at the moment he thought. Almost as fast, his torso began to sweat
(?) tiny hot pink beads which quickly formed the lattice of the mesh top
that more or less covered his ample rack.

Wow. These panties are amazing….

His hand slid back down his panties, and the other cupped his breasts,
playing with his nipple. He pushed his panties down so he could see his
equipment in the mirror. As they slid down his downy soft thighs, he
reflexively reached down for them. He was thinking without them, he’d
turn back into a boy, but that was obviously not the case. Reassured, he
straightened himself up again and watched them fall to the floor, where
they morphed into part of his heels. He shook his head in amazement.

But back to the hottie in the mirror.

He walked back to his bed, with the sexiest strut he could imagine. His
tiny cock thickened. Holy cow these things are amazing he thought, he
watched as his feminine hand gently grasped his cock. A thought flashed
across his mind, and he found his dick swelling in length and girth, soon
his pussy sealed itself and disappeared. His jaw dropped as his cock grew
till it was as thick as a coke can, and the length grew to 6, 8 and 10
inches. He fell to the bed. This was too good to be true….

He couldn’t help himself. He grabbed bottle of lotion and watching
himself in the mirror, watched his sexy doppleganger stroke this enormous
python. That’s the only thing it could be called. He could barely get his
dainty little hands around the thing, but he would not be stopped, his
dick would not be denied. He was spell bound, and when he thought about
what it would be like to suck a dick like that, or to even suck his own
cock, he found to his amazement, his cock grew even bigger. 12 inches,
14! Longer! Soon his dick was longer than his thigh! He couldn’t get it
in his mouth fast enough. It’s warmth, smell and taste — slightly sweaty
musky salty — was all he could have dream of and more.

Laying back on his back, he put his enormous cock between his breasts and
titty fucked himself, letting his cock smack him in the face, licking it
as if it was the last thing he’d ever do. The waves of intense sensation
rolled over him. He was about to come. Cramming his dick in his mouth, he
wanted to come hard, and in bucket loads, and his psychic panties
obliged. His first three shots filled his mouth to over flowing. The next
4 covered his face, and boobs. He was immeasurably happy and exhausted.
The last thing he thought was, this was the best dream ever before
drifting off to sleep.

Part 2 coming soon…