I had to rush to get dressed again so I could make work on time. I had on my long sleeve shirt and a jacket, so my arms wouldn't be visible. I wore gloves when I took the CTA, so nobody could see my hand. Once in the office, I kept the door closed. When I did have to meet with someone, I kept my left hand below my desk, so they couldn't see it.

I got by the day without being discovered. I went home, and tried like hell to get the bracelet off. All this started when I put it on. I had to get it off! But nothing I tried worked. I thought of getting a blowtorch, but that would char my hand, so that wasn't an option. But I was desperate enough to think of going to that extreme.

Frustrated, I went to bed frightened. What would happen to my arm in the morning?

* * *

Tuesday morning. My fear was confirmed. When I got out of bed and took off my PJs, I looked in the mirror at my arms. My right arm was strong and muscular. A manly arm. But my left! The hand was soft and delicate, with smooth skin and long fingernails painted a soft pink color. They went back that way again overnight! My left forearm was slender, considerably smaller than my right one. I looked like a woman from the elbow on out on the left side. I looked at my upper arm. I could already see that it was changing too. The skill was considerably rougher there, but it wasn't as rough as the other arm. And it looked smaller too, including my left shoulder.

What was going on? How could I stop this? I had an early meeting, so I had to get to work. I would have to worry about this later. I got dressed up, and used the same techniques to hide my deformities from everyone. What would they say if they say that I had a girlish arm?

After work, I tried a dozen other schemes to get the bracelet off, but nothing worked. I called around trying to find a jeweler's saw (one of those little rotating ones they used to cut off rings) so I could get the damn thing off. But they were hard to come by. I finally found a place, but they were in the northern suburbs, and they were closing at 8pm. So I would have to wait another day to get there and buy it.

* * *

Wednesday was no better. My whole arm looked like a girl's arm now! And my shoulder! It was so much smaller than the right one! I used a towel, which I put under my shirt to hide the smallness of the left shoulder and arm.

It didn't look to bad in the mirror, so I was able to get into work just fine without being caught. Again, I kept my door shut, and I tried my best not to let anyone see me like this. I thought that work would never end!

When I was done, I took the CTA red line north to the Howard station, then the Skokie Swift out to Skokie, which lies in the northern suburbs. After a transfer, it was a short bus ride away to the store. I bought the saw, trying to duck the questions as to why I would want one.

I rode back, and was relieved when I got to the safety of my apartment. I took it out of the box, read the directions, and went to work.

The little circular blade whirred around at a high speed, giving off a high pitched whine. I moved it closer and closer, until it touched the metal. The sound was like the shrieking of metal on metal, when the subway brakes when going into a corner at high speed. I could feel small bits of metal pelting my wrist. I pushed harder and harder, then pulled back the saw to see the progress.

Nothing!

Not one dent! I looked at the saw. The fine teeth of the blade were all ground flat! There was nothing left but a circle of metal! What the hell was the bracelet made out of? I stared at it, looking at the glimmer of the gold in the light. It looked so pretty there on my wrist. How could I think of harming it? It was so delightful to look at, as the light glinted merrily off of it at different angles.

I just stared at it for quite a while, then decided to go to bed.

* * *

When I awoke, it was Thursday morning. I ran to the mirror to see what had happened to me overnight. It was my right shoulder. It was now small like the left one, and looked funny with a manly arm extending from it. An arm where the skin from the shoulder to the elbow was changing. It was going to become like the other one.

I dressed for work, and prayed for this to stop. But I knew in my heart that it wouldn't.

Friday my lower arm transformed, and my hand too. This was a turn for the worse. Not only was my gradual transformation still going on, it was getting faster! I just didn't know what to do. I decided to take the day off, and try to visit some of those stores on the South Side where people who claimed to be fortune tellers ran their businesses.

I went from store to store, but they were all phonies. My 'fortune' at all of them was different, and not a single one of them could tell what was happening to me. I must have tried twenty of them, paying good money each time for nothing.

Frustrated, I went home. Before going to bed, I looked at my body for signs of what was to come next. It was going to be my upper legs. The skin had changed already.

* * *

Now it was Saturday, a week since I had first found the bracelet. The mirror in the morning confirmed to me my new upper legs. They were just like those of a woman, fit and muscular, but not large and bulky like my old ones. Instead, they were smaller, thinner and.....graceful.

I looked down, and I could see that my lower legs were next. Sunday morning found them completely transformed, as well as my feet, which were now little tiny things! I couldn't wear any of my shoes without putting on several pairs of socks. And even then, they were way too loose. I went to a local shop to get some new sneakers. I picked one where I knew they had poor service, and tried on several pairs. But none of the men's shoes fit me, so I had had to get a pair of women's shoes. They had pink trim, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to get them, and get out of there! I didn't want to try on a boy's size, because I would attract too much attention over there. They watched that section closer, to keep theft down. I just ran to the register, and checked out.

I stared at myself naked in the mirror for what must have been hours. I just could not believe it. From my butt down, I had womanly legs. They would look hot if I wore pantyhose. I imagined a skirt wrapping around them.

No! Stop it! I'm not going to dress like a girl! I needed women's shoes now, but that was just because of my size. But that was it! I wasn't going to go any further.

I looked at myself, trying to figure out what would happen next. The fact that I had much less hair on my belly than normal told me what was in store for me.

* * *

I called in sick on Monday morning when I looked in the mirror. My tummy had transformed over night, and not only did it now have smooth skin, but it was so much smaller! With my little legs and my little tummy, but my normal body in between, it made it look like I had curves! Feminine curves! No! I couldn't go outside of the house now. I would look like a girl, no matter what I wore. I was too depressed to even go through the routine of cutting my long fingernails. I just left them as they were. They did look pretty, especially when I looked at them and the bracelet.

I admired it's perfect form, it's color, its shape. I caressed it, and stared at it for hours.

I awoke, and found that I had napped for a few hours. I was hungry, so I got up to walk to the kitchen. As soon as I stood up, I knew something was wrong. It was my balance. I went to the mirror as fast as I dared, and stared at my self. Oh no!

As I slept, my hips and my butt had completely transformed. I still have my manhood between my legs, but my hips now had the wide, flat shape that a woman did. And I had just the cutest little butt! It would look wonderful in a skirt. I felt such an urge to go out right away and get one!

No! No way. Not me! I pulled on sweat pants, and went to the kitchen. Nothing looked good, so I considered going out shopping for some food. But no, the urge I had just felt to wear a skirt scared me. I didn't trust myself to go out.

I was also very upset because it was the second transformation for the day. So it wasn't just every day that caused me to transform, it was sleep. I vowed to stay awake all the time! I would never sleep again!

* * *

Well, that wasn't the best idea. I stayed up very late on Monday night, but then I eventually did fall asleep. I awoke at 10:00am, and stared at my new pretty face in the mirror. This wasn't me! It was some girl! I could go outside now, and anyone passing me on the street would think I was a girl, because of my new face!

I just stared and stared. This couldn't be me! No! I wasn't a girl! This wasn't happening! No! Oh, and did I mention my hair? My head was now covered with a thick mane of golden hair. It fell down below my shoulder, making me shiver as it rubbed against me. It was so soft, so full, so pretty.

No! Stop thinking that! I hated it! I hated it!

I started crying, and actually cried myself to sleep, I was so tired.

* * *

I woke up, and it was afternoon. I stood up to go get a drink of water, and the moment I moved, I felt it. A bounce. On my chest. Oh god no! I had breasts.

I ran to the mirror, and felt them bounce with every step. I had a big pair, sticking out in front of me, leading the way. The nipples were so big! The rings around them too! And the breasts themselves! They were just....big. Based on the girls I had dated, I guessed that they were 36D, or bigger!

I cupped my hands over them, and just could not believe it was true. I felt a tingle between my legs. I looked down, and I was shocked. I could actually *see* it starting to happen. It started slowly at first, then gained speed. My male parts were pulling back up inside of me! No! Stop!

I reached down to touch it, but it was gone. In its place was a small mound with a warm wet slit. My finger penetrated the slit, and I moaned as I accidentally made contact with my sensitive clitoris.

I went to the bedroom, laid on my back and explored. It wasn't long before I found my "special places", and touched them in different ways until I came and came and came. I couldn't help it: I moaned and squealed with delight.

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