No! It wasn't a date! He was coming over so I could transform him. Not me! He was going to be the girl.

"I miss you so much, baby" said the panties. "Please, put me on so you can feel what its like to have a female orgasm!"

"Doesn't your chest feel empty without your boobs?" said the bra. "I want to touch you, darling! Put me on, please, I beg you!"

"Oh, you'll feel so wonderful when you have curves" said the skirt. "I want to wrap myself around you! Please try me on!"

"Your face looks so plain, but I can fix you, and make you pretty" offered the makeup.

"You'll be so sexy when you wear me" said the tank top. "He won't be able to resist you. I'll hold you so tight, and make your beautiful breasts look so inviting for him. You want to wear me don't you, so you can look sexy for him?"

"Your chest looks so sad and so flat" said the bra. "Please put me on, so you can be whole again. You need your boobs. Remember how good it felt to have them?"

I looked at my smooth hairless chest in the mirror. It did look sad, being so flat. My hands touched my little tiny nipples. It felt so much better to have the nice big full nipples, inside the wide rings of color, atop the glorious mounds on my chest. Wait! Why was my chest hairless? Somehow, even though I took off the bra, my chest hair had not returned!

I looked at myself in the mirror. Seeing a naked man in the mirror got me aroused. I stared at the big penis I saw in the mirror. It made me squirm inside.

"Just think how it feel to let it up into your pussy" moaned the panties.

"No!" I said out loud. "Stop this! You're supposed to transform Alex, not me!"

I had to get my clothes on, and get out of there. These female things had done enough to me. If I didn't get out of there right away, they'd trap me, and I'd never be myself again. I pulled on my boxers, ignoring the pleading cries from the panties. I pulled on my T-shirt, which made both the bra and the tank top become desperate, pleading with me to wear them. Then I pulled on my jeans, making the skirt become desperate in her attempts to reach me. But I would have none of it; I needed to stop now, before it was too late!

There. I was myself. I wasn't going to let these things turn me into a girl! I was going to go finish getting things ready for Alex. I would stick to the plan, and make him become the girl. I just had to be sure to get him to drink enough beer, that he'd have to go pee, and come into the bathroom.

"If you put me on, he'd find you the ideal hostess" said the makeup. "You'd be able to get him to drink as much beer as you want, if you put me on. If you don't he might not drink any."

It seemed like such a good idea! Make sure that he drank enough beer, so that he did have to go to the bathroom.

"You can't risk it" advised the makeup. "Just put on a little."

I picked up the mascara, and quickly applied a light coat to my eyelashes.

"Oh yes, baby. You look so much better" said the makeup. "Now just a bit of eye shadow, to make your eyes look sultry. Yes. And a touch of pink lip gloss, so that he stares are your mouth, and listens to what you say. Yes, you look so much better now. You need some rouge on your cheeks too, don't you? Oh yes. You look so pretty now. You're the ideal hostess. Now you can get your date to do what you want."

I felt so proud. My plan was working perfectly. He wouldn't know what hit him. As I stared at my face, I reached down, automatically, and picked up the diamond pendant necklace. I reached behind my neck, and fastened the clasp with an expert hand. I let it go, and felt the cold metal touching my chest.

"It looks so sad hanging there like that" said the voice from the bra. "Wouldn't it look better if it was hanging just above your boobs?"

Almost automatically, I removed my shirt, and put on the bra.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yes!" said the bra, screaming in orgasmic pleasure. A pleasure I shared, as the full breasts on my chest filled out DD cups. The pendant now hung there, just above my wonderful boobs.

"They'll look even better when I'm wrapped around them" said the tank top. "Yes, princess. Pick me up. Oh, yes. "Pull me on, but be careful not to get makeup on me! You don't want to smear your makeup! You want to look pretty for your date."

I looked at myself in the mirror, at my thin arms, small wrists, and delicate hands. True to her word, the tank top made me look really exciting. It was quite tight, making the large mounds on my chest seem even more exciting and inviting. The lacy trim at the bottom looked so pretty. I reached down and put on the diamond tennis bracelet, and the women's watch.

"I need to do my nails" I said out loud in a high sexy pitched voice that I recognized as my own.

"You had better put me on first" advised the skirt. "You don't want to get nailpolish on me."

It made so much sense! I took off my jeans, and the disgusting boxers, and I threw them on the floor.

"You need to put me on first" said the panties. "Yes, my little delicate flower. Ooooh, that feels so good to be touching you again. Yes, pull me on, so you can feel the pleasure of having your pussy. Ooooooh."

My eyes closed for a second, as I was overwhelmed with the good feeling of having my pussy back again. It felt so right. It was such a good idea for me to wear my clothes, instead of those awful ones for a guy. I felt so much better in my clothes. I reached down, and pulled on my skirt.

"Aaaah, at last" it said. "Now you can feel your curves. Doesn't it feel wonderful to have long smooth legs, and sexy curves? Now you look so desirable. He'll have a hard time keeping his hands off of you."

"You'll look even better once you step into me" said the heels.

I didn't even think about it; I put them on, and fastened the straps. I stood up, moving expertly in them. I missed my earrings. I reached down, and put them in. That made me feel so much better. I ran my fingers through the long jet black hair that was cascading off of my head. It looked so pretty, the way it curled up under at the ends!

My face looked so pretty. My thin eyebrows, my high cheekbones, my soft kissable lips. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me! Mmm, I could hardly wait, as I put on my nailpolish. With each brush stroke, it seemed like my nails were growing longer, and prettier. When I was done, they were perfect ovals, bright red, and attractive.

Now all of my clothes were on. I picked up the yucky men's clothes on the floor, and dumped them in the trash. I wiped my hands for good measure. Good riddance to garbage. I'd never wear them again!

I strutted out into the livingroom, to make sure everything was ready. Suddenly, I felt foolish. I had forgot to buy flowers! I looked around the room, thinking of all the things I needed to do in order to redecorate the place. It looked like a man's house, and that seemed so wrong!

I turned to the mirror one more time to double check myself. Everything looked perfect. I wasn't hearing voices from my clothes anymore; it seemed like those words and thoughts were things inside my head now, not things they clothes were saying. I turned to the door, just in time to see Alex walk in.

He seemed so handsome, so masculine! I felt a tingle between my legs. I wanted him. I needed him. I licked my lips.

"What took you so long?" I said in a flirty voice. "I've been waiting for you to show up, so you could fuck me."

Suddenly, my mind snapped to attention. This was Alex! The man from work I hated! Why did I want for him to fuck me? Oh no! I suddenly realized that I had become a woman! It was like the past half hour had been a dream. Now I came too, and everything caught up to me at once. I was a woman now. I was still me, but the way I was moving, the way I was standing, the way I was twirling my hand in my hair, they were all very feminine behaviors.

And I wanted him, so badly! I just needed to feel him pounding me in my pussy. I ached for him. As much as I knew I hated him, I walked up to him so that the tips of my breasts were touching his chest. My arms automatically wrapped themselves around his neck, and my mouth formed words that I wound never consciously say.

"Do you like what you see?" said my voice, even though I was trying not to speak. "Take me. Fuck me hard. I want you. Now."

"Sure, babe" he said, as my hands started to automatically unbutton his dress shirt. "But I don't even know your name."

"I'm Raven" I said. "And I'm all yours."

My body was acting on its own now, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I led Alex to the bedroom, and against my will, my body took over and pressed into him, kissing him with an open mouth.

"Oh baby, I can feel you get all hard" said my mouth, as I felt the terrible feeling of his penis getting erect inside his pants. In moments, he had them off, and I could see it pointing right at me, slightly upturned. He reached under my skirt, and he pulled down my panties. Unlike before, my genitals did not return to their previous form. I was a woman now, and the magic in the panties was gone. My pussy was real, and very permanent.

"Take me baby" I screamed, as my body was desperate to feel him inside me. "How do you want me?"

"Doggie style" he said, as he pushed me towards the bed. I put my hands on the bed, and spread my legs wide open for him. On the inside, the part that was me tried desperately to stop this. But the feminine side overrode everything, making me become desperate to have him. I couldn't help it. I wanted him so much.

That was when I felt him take the tip of his penis, and gently push it into the wet opening of my slit. As it started to slide in, the wider part at the tip rubbed against my clitoris, sending orgasms though me. It was such a strong sensation that I couldn't even think. I was just awash in total pleasure. My mouth was moaning now, and I started yelling.

"Yeah baby! You're so big! Fuck me harder! Harder!"

He was pounding me now, and all I could do was to feel the pleasure as he thrust again and again, in and out, in and out. I screamed out loud, as yet another orgasm hit me, making me feel dizzy and weak.

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