While waking up this morning, I went through my usual one or two presses of the snooze button. Like every morning, I have my alarm set for fairly early, even though I don't leave my house until about 9 on most days. It gives me a chance to ease into the day, no rushing, just a quiet peaceful start. Unlike most days, however, I had a dream while I dozed back off. I've written it up as a story snippet below:
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I stood up on the stage nervously. I was still out of sight of the audience, but I knew that would change soon. There was a sea of faces out there, thousands of people sitting in the seats watching. Standing by the microphone, the MC was dressed smartly in a black tuxedo. He was addressing the crowd in a cheerful and charismatic voice. At last he reached the part that I was dreading.
"And our guest announcer for tonight," he shouted into the microphone, "will be.... ERIC!"
I reluctantly stepped out into view as the crowd roared. I gave a small wave.
"Of course," he continued, "Every guest announcer on our show has certain 'duties' to fulfill. And for that, we have certain standards that must be met. So, let's get started on making our latest one meet those standards! Audience members, please take out the voting panels found in the seat arm rest to your right. Eric, step up to the microphone."
I walked over to the microphone stand. I was now directly in the center of the stage, the focus of all attention.
The MC spoke once more, "Now, what we will do is put one category up on the screen. Each member of the audience can press one of three buttons. There is the UP arrow, which will make it larger, the DOWN arrow which will make it smaller and the FINISHED button, which means you are satisfied and done voting. The voting will continue until either the majority of the audience is done voting, or until our guest announcer calls for it to stop. As you all know, we give each of our guest announcers the right to stop during each category at any time, so none of them will be forced into something they are not comfortable with. With the rules done, let's get started. Our first category will be.... CHEST!"
Up on the screens, the category flashed. Then it displayed a single letter. The letter "A" to be precise. I felt a tingle in my chest, just beneath the nipples, as the audience began to press their remotes. The letter changed to B, and I felt the tingle grow stronger. Then there was a pushing sensation, and my chest swelled outward.
"STOP!" I cried immediately, but no sound came out. My tiny voice could not be heard over the music and the sound of the audience. I shouted into the microphone again, getting even closer, but still nothing. They'd cut my mic! I couldn't stop it!
I continued to shout, trying to make myself heard. Meanwhile, the screen continued to flash through the alphabet. With each letter, my chest grew larger and heavier. I could feel the globes of flesh swaying as I tried to stop the changes. When the screen read "F", all of a sudden my voice came blaring from the speaker system. "STOP!"
A buzzer sounded, signalling the end of the changes. But, looking down, I could see that it hadn't been soon enough. I'd always been thin, and now on my narrow frame the pair of massive breasts almost doubled the depth of my chest.
I became aware of the MC speaking again. "WOW!" he was saying, "It seems our guest announcer is REALLY getting into the spirit of things today! We've NEVER had one let themselves get that big before! Now, let's see what else he far he is willing to go in the other categories!"
This time the board came up and read WAIST. Then it flipped to a number, "32". I knew that was the size pants I wore, so I wasn't surprised when I felt the area about my stomach tingle this time. Sure enough, a moment later, the number flipped to 31, and I felt my waist pull in a small amount. As before, I tried to stop the changes, but my mic did not respond. As the number continued to fall, I tried harder and harder, but to no avail. It wasn't until the number had fallen all the way to 20 that my microphone started working again, and I was able to shout for it to stop. I now possessed a waist line that was ridiculously small. I felt like I was a pair of bowling balls balanced on a toothpick.
After that came hips. This time I didn't even have to try to stop it. My hips started at 32, but only went to 36. I guess that the audience thought I was wide enough, needing only a little bit of extra padding. I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, I now had a perfectly heart shaped rear end.
Next up was height. I didn't even wait for the number to appear, instead I start shouting immediately in the hopes I might be heard before the voting started. But no such luck. As the number steadily dropped from 6'2", the world around my kept looming larger and larger. The board read 5'2" before the changes stopped. This time my mic never came on, I just kept getting smaller and smaller until the audience was satisfied. I lost a full foot in height. The microphone had to be readjusted so I could reach it, and the MC smirked down at me as he did so.
"Well folks," he said, "This is an amazing day! I've never seen a guest announcer allow themselves to become so feminine! He must be really enjoying this! Now, that ends the initial categories for voting. With that, we move on to round 2. This time we will have a list of options for you all to choose from, and the one with the most votes will win. But we'll get to those final details in a moment. Because first the part you have all been waiting for. The round 2 SWITCH!"
The board flashed again, this time displaying a male and female symbol. Under the male, it read 100% and female was 0% But then the numbers slowly changed. As the male decreased, the female increased. At the same time, my body changed further. My body hair disappeared. My muscles became softer and more rounded. My fingernails lengthened. My lips became wider and fuller, my cheekbones higher, my nose more delicate. My eyebrows became thin and arched. And, of course, my manhood deflated, then pulled up into my body. When the numbers on the board were the opposite of their starting points, I was completely and utterly female. Though I still maintained my same coloring, and my hair style was still the short manly cut, no one would ever connect this person with the person I was just yesterday.
"Now then," Said the MC, "Our guest announcer is still in need of some final details. So let's polish our rough stone into a beautiful gem!"
I was still in shock from the change, so I only stared dumbly as the second round of voting commenced. The audience voted on my eye color, hair color, hair length and style, makeup, eyelash length, every last little detail about my new self.
At last it finished. The MC walked over to me and looked me up and down. "Well now, little lady, judging from the way you turned out, I bet you just can't wait to get started! But first, those clothes will never do. It is time for you to get into your uniform!"
I was walked off stage, then hustled into a small room. A team of people came in and began working all at once, so fast I couldn't keep track of it all. Before I knew it, I had been stripped, cleaned, styled, and re-dressed. The outfit was the most embarrassing of all. It was little more than a scrap of red leather. A red leather thong, connected to a red leather bustier with cups too small to completely contain my breasts, leaving my new nipples exposed to the cool air. It was accessorized with fishnet stockings, matching high heels, small ruby earrings, and a collar, cuffs and bunny ears like a playboy bunny's. I was marched back out to the edge of the stage, where I was kept out of view.
"And we're back!" cried the MC, "And now it is the moment you have all been waiting for. Let's see what you have created for us this time! Give a big round of applause for our new guest announcer, the lovely, the sexy, the amazing ANGEL!"
The screens flashed to life once more. This time they displayed a photo. With a start, I realized it was the new me. But it was obviously fake, because I'd never posed for any photos, let alone like that! It showed me with my back against the microphone pole, my hands grasping it above my head causing my breasts to thrust up as I sat down upon my heels with my legs spread wide. I was wearing what could only be described as an alluring "come hither" look, with a smile that said I wanted it bad. My pink nipples peeked out just above the top, their color complimenting the red of the outfit and matching my lipstick perfectly.
I stood transfixed, till I felt a hand on my back push me forward roughly. I stumbled, nearly unable to regain my balance as my breasts pulled me forward. But I recovered and somehow managed to walk gracefully back onto the stage despite my heels. My breasts bounced and my hips swayed with each step. I appeared on stage to the sound of thunderous applause and cheering.
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That is a much embellished and polished version of my dream, but I think it came out better this way. As always, I don't have a true beginning or ending, or even a plot to this story. If you do, please share it. I'd love to hear what other people come up with. Feel free to take this idea and run with it. Or take it in an entirely new direction. All I ask is that you give me proper credit, and that you make sure to let me know so I can read and enjoy your work too.
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