The Making of
Anne Oni Mouse
The very short story of my transformation from pervert
to womanhood.
© 2006 Anne Oni Mouse
Looking back I would certainly understand
why people called me a pervert, though at the time it was a description I
rejected. I had a love of the female form and spent much of my time trying to
view it when I could. At the time my name was Andy Mouse and I had got myself a
job renting out deckchairs, just so that I would be able to view the babes on
the beach. I was rather overweight, but as I was only looking at them it didn’t
matter so much.
While I was often able to view the pretty
girls on the beach from a distance, the real buzz came when I got up close to
them.
So it happened that I was walking along a
sandy beach when I saw a beautiful young Asian girl changing to go for a swim.
She had a lovely, lithe, young body with pretty little breasts. Her slim legs
were just perfect and I was very turned on by this vision of beauty.
What I hadn’t noticed was an old man, who I
was to later learn was her grandfather, standing away to one side.
Unfortunately
for me, the white haired old man had seen me and was infuriated as I kept on
staring at the young girl who was now in a black, one piece swimsuit.
I was startled when I became aware of the
old man muttering, just to my left. Suddenly I found that my body was
completely frozen, I couldn’t move a muscle. There was definitely something
wrong, but as I was stuck in position I couldn’t find out what it was that was
happening to me.
My frozen body was definitely changing and
there was nothing I could do to stop it. Initially it felt like my flabby body
was becoming more toned.
It felt quite good as the pounds seemed to
fall away, but I was pretty convinced that this wasn’t simply a matter of
slimming down.
Suddenly, much to my embarrassment, I felt
my shorts slide gently down my legs until they nestled around my feet. Now I
was completely naked and visible to anyone who glanced my way!
How much weight had fallen off since this
began?
Suddenly I was aware of a very weird
sensation in the area of my cock. Oh God! What was happening down there? This
was not good, not good at all!
The
changes continued and I could feel that by now my body was becoming very thin.
There was also a sensation on my chest that suggested something to me that I
really wasn’t ready to think about.
The cumulative effects of the feelings I
had felt so far were telling me the likely final result of the changes. If this
was true I was about to embark on a very new life.
Suddenly
I became aware of something that was tickling the back of my neck and realised
that even my hair was not in a style that my torturer liked.
By the time that I regained control of my
body I had a horrified idea of what had been happening. It took little time for
me to confirm that I was now a very different person.
Where once I had been a fairly fit young
man, I am now a young woman, and not just any women. For the previous twenty
six years of my life I had been a white male, and had an infatuation with
pretty oriental girls, and was very attracted towards their tendency to be
submissive towards men. The body that I now inhabit is that of a pretty
oriental girl who couldn’t be much more than
eighteen years old.
Slumping to the floor and began to examine
my pretty new body, I knew that I was now everything that I had so desired to
look at in the past.
Absent-mindedly I picked up my old white
shorts and found that they had somehow become transformed into a girl’s top and
skirt, very suitable for beachwear. So I thought I should put them on to avoid
being arrested
Amazingly, though all that had been
happening to me, the girl I had been observing had stayed completely oblivious
to what had been going on behind her back.
Before
I had been standing, staring at the lovely girl, topless in just my plain white
shorts. Now I am still in what had been my shorts, but I am also a lovely girl.
Boy, was I self-conscious as I grabbed my
arms up to try and hide my chest from the gaze of others with the same desires
that I had towards pretty girls.
Just then the object of my desires spotted
me and waved. She asked me if I would help her with her suntan lotion.
What could I do, but be of assistance to
another girl, another
girl just like the one that I had become.
Mai Ling’s grandfather looked on, admiring
his solution to the problem I had posed. Before he had considered me as a
threat to his daughter, now I was a new friend for her.
Yes, I know that I was wrong to stare at
women, but wasn’t I just doing what all guys do, it was just the natural thing
to do.
So, if you fancy a girl, don’t stand there
staring. Talk to her and you might avoid my fate, unless, of course, you really
do want to be the object of desires yourself.
THE END
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