Life with Brian - Sex Stories

Life with Brian

... old size, and she looked at me kind of weird. Eventually we found some that fit. I wasn’t sure what to think when I noticed they were ‘classic women’s fit’. Brian complimented me on the new jeans when he saw them on me, and strangely I blushed. I was pleased he liked them. I realised when I tried them on with some of my other stuff, though, that my old clothes were getting too faded and ratty for me to keep wearing them for much longer. And my shirts kind of hung on me, since I’d lost so much weight up around my shoulders. Since my hips and butt had gotten so much bigger I was having trouble with my old underwear, too. I stole a couple of pairs of panties from Ashleigh’s stuff, and they fit very well. I also found that I was a lot more comfortable in the jeans if I tucked my penis behind me inside the panties. What the heck, I figured, panties and such like were the least of my worries. I wasn’t queer, I was just turning into a girl! Work was pretty boring, but I was grateful for the money, however small it was. I’d been for three more jobs recently, but now I was having to explain to the interviewers what I’d been doing for the past year or so. ‘Home duties’ didn’t seem to really cut it with them. I couldn’t mention the job with John because that was off the books, and the only other job I’d ever had was those three short months back home. My future seemed bleak, so I was glad when John offered me an extra day at work, and then an extra half day as well. I did notice ...

... he’d started acting a bit different around me, though, which I took as a sign that he actually knew I existed. He was even pretty nice a few times. Of course whenever Barbara came in she and I had a great time talking and laughing, but I tried not to seem like I was slacking off. We had both stopped the yoga classes together, although I still practised at home every morning after jogging, so it was great that I still got to see her from time to time through work. Apart from Brian she was really the only friend I had in LA. It had been four more months since I’d first noticed the changes that were happening to me, and the weather was starting to get warmer. My hair was now down to just above my waist. In the supermarket I noticed people started to mistake me for a girl from time to time, especially if I had my hair out. I also noticed it was getting harder to bind my breasts up. So around the house when Brian was out I stopped bandaging them up. Every afternoon when I wasn’t working I had a little nap, and afterward I’d put the bandage on and get up to prepare dinner. In the mornings, though, I would let them hang free, which felt much more comfortable. A couple of times I tried on some of the things that were left in Ashleigh’s side of the closet. There wasn’t a lot there, just a few dresses and a couple of blouses and skirts. Mostly they fitted me pretty well. Each time I tried them on I marvelled at the way my body had developed, but I also felt guilty rummaging through her ...