Chapter 4

I waddled back further from the mirror so that I could see all of myself in it again and felt my calves bouncing with each step, every part of me moving ponderously, my legs carrying much more weight than they were used to. I looked back in the mirror, still awe struck. I had a round woman's face, in which I could still see features of my own, the same short brown hair, but a the smaller nose and softer skin, and a huge jowl of a chin that hung down, making my face appear larger than it was.

I waddled over to the cupboard and had to stretch to reach my tape measure. Thank God I put it on one of the lower shelves, the top to levels of the cupboard now seemed completely unreachable. I unravvled the tape to realise that my fears were correct. I was now standing at 5ft 2 and looked similar to the second lady in the cafe... A big round ball

"Hello?" I said, testing my voice, shocked still to hear a woman's voice emerge. Standing there naked and dazed in the middle of the room, I eventually took the courage of lifting the huge layers of flab of my belly to realise that I was no longer a man. I was now fully a woman with a huge and fatty slit between my legs. I started to cry again.

After about an hour I started looking around, I saw the bag the fat woman had left on the bed. 'The fat woman', I thought to myself, glancing again in the mirror. I waddled over to the bed and bent down, my arms squeezing my breasts together, and unzipped the bag. Inside it was the biggest pair of blue jeans I had ever seen. I held them up and thought they looked ridiculously wide, but then noticed that I was only holding them as wide as my behind currently was. Also in the bag was a huge black T-shirt, a bra reminiscent of a double parachute, a pair of cotton panties, also enormous, and a pair of women's tennis shoes.

I put the underwear on, almost losing my balance as I lifted each leg. I had to spread my legs wide as I stood to get the underwear past my thighs, after which I reached around and was just able to grab them and pull them over my behind before fitting my belly in the front. The jeans went on next, with some difficulty. They fit perfectly, but getting that much flesh into them wasn't easy. I buttoned and zipped them in front, just able to do so around my stomach, and then waddled to the mirror again. The jeans fit snugly but comfortably, and I looked like a giant balloon from the waist down.

Picking up the bra next, I fumbled with it for a minute, trying to figure out what went where, and finally slipped it on my arms, lifting each heavy breast one at a time into the cups. I struggled to reach the clasps in back but couldn't do so with such huge arms and being so big around, so I removed it and hooked all six clasps first before squeezing into it. Finally getting things in place I realized why women wore these things; the heavy pull I had been feeling in front was relieved as the wide straps on my shoulders bore some of the weight. I pulled the T-shirt on and looked in the mirror again.

The outfit showed off every bit of my size. I was round as a ball, breasts even rounder now with some help from the bra. I stared at myself with every bit of the fascination I felt watching the woman at the cafe, only doubled, because I actually inhabited this body. I grabbed my stomach and tried to squeeze it back in, make it smaller, but the fat bulged around my fingers and bounced back out with a wiggle. I pushed my breasts in, trying to make them go away, but they fell back down, real as ever. I pushed my hips and ass in, not believing all this was really me, and it all sprung back out with a soft bounce.

My musing was interrupted by the alarm clock going off. Disoriented, I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 8 a.m.; I hadn't even noticed the light of morning through the window. The thought of meeting this woman at the Uptown seemed unreal, like a dream, but the mirror confirmed that I really had no choice. I looked like an ancient fertility doll in jeans and a T-shirt and could do nothing about it.