A Tight Fit by Willgottengains[A TG Story]

[Willgottengains]

Hello all! I've been a lurker on this site for a few years and I decided to make a new account and make some new content. Some life changes have given me time to actually write, I've only posted writing projects twice before here. This time around I actually wrote someone more than a single page transformation. This isn't the end of the story. It can actually go anywhere, so I'm open to suggestions. So tell me where you want to see this go and any feedback would be great. After the story I'll post some things I want to do going forward.

I've also attached the .TXT file for those that just want to download it.
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A Tight Fit
By: Willgottengains

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The day was slow enough as it is, without the ticking of the clock. Henry couldn’t believe just how long that day actually was.

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All he could think about was freedom. When the time came, he would jump in the air, “Freedom!” he would scream, likely scaring his coworkers. At points like this, with an hour left, he didn’t much care. He found that the more he fixated on the slowness of time, the more he found his mind wandering. Not that that is a bad thing, but he always thought of the weirdest stuff. Which is funny, for years he has told countless people that he is a piggybacker when it comes to ideas. He wasn’t the one who would come up with the cool idea, he would take an existing idea and refine it and make it work. But that was a lie, he had tons of ideas of his own. The only problem being that they were quite a bit weird for polite company. He just didn’t think standard things if you had to qualify it.

Henry could see that over the agonizing past few minutes, only six of them had passed. He needed to let his mind go, cooping it up would drive him crazy before he could leave in fifty four minutes. What could he think of? He sat in a desk at work where there weren’t other desks in the front or sides of him, so there wasn’t anyone to talk to, or think about. He focused on the wall in front of him. The patterns of the grey marble would make the most interesting Pac-Man map, or maybe it was actually a dinosaur hidden in plain sight. As he left his mind drift he was interrupted when his vision was obscured by blue, he refocused and looked up to see Beth.

Beth had joined the company a few months back and she was one of the most beautiful girls Henry had ever seen. Taller, thin, Supermodel face, pale skin, bleach blonde hair. It was a wonder a girl like that would be found in the middle of North Dakota. Henry had tried to talk to her a few times, but it never led to anything. He wasn’t really her type, and she really didn’t find any interest in the things he enjoyed. Henry had just resigned to the fact that she was out of his league, he would never get a girl like her. Now here he was, with her right in front of his face. She wasn’t looking at him, she was talking to a different coworker a few desks away, but the fact remained, she was in front of him, looking beautiful as always.

He had been drawn to the blue of her jeans, they were a brilliant blue, much brighter than a normal pair, and they were so tight to her you could swear they were actually Yoga pants. He didn’t dwell too long on the image as he didn’t want to get caught looking at a coworker at work, but she was quite hard to keep his eyes off of. He raised his eyes up to see her and on the way saw her frilly top, lace, pretty but business like. His mind drifted, “I wonder what that would feel like on my skin.” That thought stopped him in the tracks. Where had that come from. Maybe, just maybe, it would be different. He knew she wore things like that because they looked good, but he also knew that Beth wasn’t one to keep herself uncomfortable at the expense of others. “I bet tight Pants also feel great.” The brief image of himself wearing Beth’s clothes crossed his mind. They didn’t fit well, being that she was six inches taller than him, but it was quite a sight to see. Henry imagined Beth's shoulder length blonde hair on his head, but with his face, it didn’t fit well.
At this point Henry wasn’t exactly staring at Beth, more like he was looking through her, as he day dreamed of wearing her clothes. Beth had noticed his idle staring, and moved a hand in front of his face.

“Henry?”

“mmmmmmhmhmhmhm”

“Henry are you OK?” Suddenly his world returned. Snapping back into color and sight. Beth stood in front of him with a peculiar face.

“Uh, Yeah. I’m fine.”

“That’s good, so do you want to get lunch today?” She asked as she normally did on Tuesdays when Henry would go get food for his coworkers during his lunch.

“Sorry Beth, I can’t today. They are sending me home early since it’s so slow.”

“Oh Ok, well maybe next time.” And with that she walked away from Henry’s desk, and Henry couldn’t help but look. Perfectly taut legs, and she moved with the utmost grace. He turned away and felt ashamed, but there was nothing he could do, he had looked. The rest of the day his mind was more on track, it had a idea now. It was a weird idea, but an idea none the less. Henry ran through the full gambit of things he had seen Beth wearing in his head. Over and over, all the outfits she had worn in the last few weeks. He hated to admit it, but he found himself getting aroused at the idea. In no time at all though, it was time to leave. He gathered his things and left his desk for his quick walk home.

Henry loved his job, sometimes it boring, but never unenjoyable. One of the best aspects was that his company's offices were only three blocks away from his house, and right past the market. It made it convenient to shop the small towns various independent stores located on his trip home. Henry would visit many of the shops on a daily basis and had quite a reputation in a few of them, even being greeted by name. As with most small towns, the stores changed quite often as bigger retailers moved to cities nearby. Today Henry decided he wasn’t going to stop at any of the stores as he just wanted to get home and relax.

As the walked the few blocks, he noticed that a new shop had opened where his favorite antique shop had been but a week ago. This new shop ‘Michael's Miracles’ had a similar feel to an antique shop, and looked to be fully stocked already. Although Henry really did want to use his free time to get home and rest, he felt himself drawn inside. His curiosity needed to be sated and exploring this new store was the only thing that would do it. The familiar sound of a bell ringing queued Henry that even though different people ran this shop, it was still set up the way the older owners had run it. There was an older man behind the counter, he almost seemed to be asleep and didn’t even wake at the sign of the bell. “All the better,” Henry thought. He preferred to shop in peace.

The aisles of the store will filled with odds and ends, nothing too special, but mostly things that were much weirder than you would find in the middle of nowhere. For every cat sculpture there was an animal in a jar, for each cherub angel there was a grouping of skeleton keys that look like they were made of bone. There were signs every few feet saying, “If you aren’t going to buy, don’t touch!” It was weird, but Henry assumed that the old man really cared for these old trinkets. The next object he looked at caught his eye. It was a ring. It was dark grey and almost like three rings held together, octagonal outer pieces with a smooth circle in the middle of the ring. It was an interesting design. There was no price listed, but when compared to the rest of the objects in the store, Henry figured he couldn’t be charging any more than a few dollars. Henry reached out his hand, hesitated a moment, but then assuredly picked up the ring. He was going to buy it. As soon as his fingers touched the ring, the old mans eyes snapped open.

“Ah, young man. What a fine choice you have made today. Bring it up to the counter and we will get you all taken care of.”?

“Interesting,” Though Henry. The old man almost seemed giddy to get rid of the object.

“How much is the ring?” He asked as he placed the ring on the counter in front of the old man.

“That’s the thing, free young man.”

“Free?”

“Yes free. You see, my wife loved to travel the world, and go on ‘Adventures’. I didn’t care for traveling myself, but my wife obsessed. She wanted to show the things she had found around the world to the people of america. While she traveled the world, I built a successful insurance business. When my wife passes away, I followed her last wish to give away these objects to the people who might find them. So I retired from the insurance business, took the money, and opened this shop. Everyone get one thing, for free, in the memory of my wife.”

“Wow, what a great story. I’ll have to tell my friends about this place.”

“Please do, I think you will really enjoy that ring. My wife got that from an African mystic after she saved the village from a crocodile.”

“Thank you sir.” Henry was ecstatic.

This ring was seriously cool, and to find a cool place like this in the middle of no where Dakota made him very excited. Henry pocketed the ring and quickly left the store and briskly walked home. The walk was a blur as he focused on getting home. The suddenly found himself getting tired and it was most likely caused by the excitement and rushing home. He go to his apartment and quickly got inside and threw down his jacket and bag in the entrance as he walked to the living room looking for relax for his ‘Weekend’. It wasn’t the actual weekend, but he had off on Wednesday and Thursday. Two days of nothing but relaxing. TV, Movies, and videos game. What else could you ask for?

Henry threw out all the stuff in his pockets. His phone, his wallet, any loose change. Once it was all loosed, he flopped into his recliner, only to be poked by the a corner of the octagonal ring in his pocket. He pulled the ring from his pocket, “You are preventing me relaxing, but I think we can fix that.” Henry put the ring on, and it fit him perfectly. He thought he was going to have the ring size for him, but this worked out well. He relaxed in his seat only to find out that getting out of work early had let him down, it was still very early in the afternoon, and the soap operas where still on. He flipped channel through channel but it was all soap operas and infomercials.

Henry relaxed into his seat, “Maybe I should just nap then.” He sunk lower into his chair, ready to nap the rest of the day away. As he lost focus on the TV and more on being comfortable, he remembered what he was thinking of earlier in the day. Beth. The image of her ill fitting clothes on his body was still there in his memory. He laughed to himself as he thought of the silly image, but while he was laughing, he felt uncomfortable. Like his clothes were too tight. He shifted, and turned but it didn’t help. He opened his eyes, only to be shocked at what he saw. Beth’s clothes, the ones she was wearing today, like he imagined, there on his body. The tight bright blue jeans, the frilly white blouse top, the red belt, and arm bangles. It was all there, sized wrong and everything. The fabric felt weird on his skin, the blouse was very soft, but tight in the waist and arms. The pants were way too soft to be jeans, and where tight on the inside of his thighs, and knees, and waist. The belt had a huge buckle that dug into Henry’s gut, and the arm bangles where small enough there was no way he could get them off.

Henry couldn;t believe what he was looking at. How was he in these clothes? Had he been drugged, and someone changed his clothes. “No,” He thought. There was no way they would have known that is what he was thinking of. He hadn't even fallen asleep, he checked the clock to find that not even a minute had passed. He looked around and couldn’t find his own clothes. Like that had disappeared or changed into these now ill fitting clothes. Now standing in the Ill fitting clothes had Henry think. “There is no way he could wearing these clothes. Maybe this was all a dream.” he quickly braced himself and whacked his face with an open palm as hard as he could.

“Ow!”

Now he knew this wasn’t a dream. If it wasn’t a dream, he had no idea what could have done this. He thought, “They don’t have clothes that can changed into other clothes. This isn't some new technology, that doesn't exist. I didn't put these clothes on, but now I'm in them. If you eliminate all rational options, and only the fantastic are left, then it must be the cause.” What was new? What had changed since this morning? The Ring. He quickly pulled his hand up and looked at the ring. It sat on his hand, just like it did when he put it on, but it was different. The two outer octagonal shapes were still there, but the area in between the shapes wasn’t a circle as before, now it was a square.

Henry couldn’t believe it, his clothes had changed. Unless this was the act of some cruel god, it had to be the ring. He knew it had to be. It was the only thing new in his life, the only part that had changed. But how did it happen, and how did it work. he was sitting in his chair, relaxing, and thinking of Beth….

That was it, he was thinking of Beth’s clothes on his body. Quickly he thought of his own clothes on his body…

Nothing happened. He was panicking, “how could this happen?” He said as he sank back into his chair. He tried to take off the pants as they were the most uncomfortable, but it seemed like they were stuck. He loosened the belt fully, and then tugged on the pants again, but they didn’t come off. With a large sigh, Henry resigned he was stuck, "Maybe I should figure out how to change the clothes." He sunk back into his chair trying to figure out what he was going to do. “I bet Beth has no trouble getting out of these pants.” And the image of Beth slipping the pants off easily crossed his mind, he thought of her shapely long legs, thin and enticing. “She could easily take off the pants, and I bet they weren’t uncomfortable for her either.” As he thought of this he began to move his hands up and down the pants, feeling the fabric in his hands, thinking of Beth undressing. As he felt, a warmness spread through his legs. It was a feeling on pleasure and warmth. Since Henry had his eyes closed he didn't notice the changes as his legs grew longer, thinner, and shapely. He opened his eyes and found that his legs where different. They fit the pants perfectly.

“Holy Shit!” Henry found himself saying. “What happened to my legs?” He quickly stood up and admired the womanly legs. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was definitely turn on seeing legs this nice this close, getting to touch them, feel them. But he didn’t feel the pressure that normally accompanies him getting hard, no, he felt a warmth growing, a need, a wetness. He stopped to get a better look at the legs. “This is totally surreal.” As he studied the legs, doing a twist. He noticed his butt sticking out a far bit more than normal. “A mirror!” He quickly shot to his bedroom where he had a full sized mirror bolted to the wall. He had never thought much about it, it had come with the apartment, and he had no use for it until today. Once in his room, he closed the door out of habit, and turn to the mirror. He was stunned, getting to look at the legs this close, and inspect them was totally surreal. They were works of art, perfect supermodel legs. Not too thin, not too thick, long, and shapely. Compared to his old legs, they were longer, bigger around the thighs, bigger hips, much thinner around the knees and calves. He was now also wearing Chuck Taylor's instead of the Walmart brand shoes he normally wore. They were quite a bit smaller than his normal shoes. He moved his hands up and down his legs, and as he passes around the inner thighs, he moved slowly up to his crotch. As he got closer, it felt amazing, sensual, it brought about an interesting feeling.

“I need to get these pant off.” Henry thought as he quickly removed the belt from around his waist. The belt was red, stretchy, shiny, and had the largest belt buckle in the shape of a red purse. it clattered on the ground as Henry threw it to the ground. "Time for these pants," They were most likely yoga pants with a light blue jean pattern printed on them, they clung to his every curve, tight but comfortable. As Henry removed the pants, he found that he was also wearing Beth’s underwear. Black Panties with lace around the edge. He rolled the pants down and for the first time he really got to notice just how much extra cushion was on his rear and the extra wideness in his hips. His legs were also very smooth and soft to the touch with petite little feet to top it off. Henry moved his hands down his now womanly legs. The touch on his skin was amazing, electric, and erotic. Again his thoughts were drawn between his legs. He pondered for a moment, but quickly succumbed to curiosity and lust. He nearly ripped the panties from his legs, and discovered a glorious sight. Cleanly shaven pussy, with perfect pink lips framing the pussy now between his legs. He could feel the moistness, and brought a hand closer and closer. He touched one of the lips, and a shiver was sent through his body. It was a completely different feeling than touching his dick. That was just a shiver, but it sent a feeling through his body. He felt it in his head and toes. He wanted to explore more of what the ring could do, but he needed to feel more right now. He slowly took two fingers and began to his lips, moving over them, back and forth. The feeling shot through his body, it felt better and better the more he did it. Suddenly it was too much, placing his fingers above the lips, he reached and felt the depths of his hole.

“Oooooooooooo…” Escaped from Henrys mouth. “Did I just moan?” But he couldn’t help it, the feeling of the fingers inside him, filling him, touching him, probing, reaching, thrusting. In and out. In and out. In and out. “Ah ah ahhhhh ahhhh.” He couldn’t contain it any longer, he was fully invested in getting release. Some part of his brain told him, he needed it. He started using his other hand, fitting in as many fingers as he could fit. Deeper and deep. In and out. Faster and faster, then, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Sweet, release. The feeling of satisfaction filled Henry, to every extremity. He couldn’t believe this feeling. It was totally unlike anything else he had ever felt. It was a complete feeling that filled his entire body. He wanted more, he needed more, but he suddenly found a clear mind returning through the afterglow. “What did I just do? Did I just masturbate with a pussy? My pussy?” These alien thoughts passed through his mind, “My pussy, My Vagina.” There he was, sprawled on the ground in his room. Naked from the waist down, wearing womens clothes on his male body, and fluids still dripping from his womanly crotch. He really got to appreciate how pale his legs truly were, almost like porcelain. He slowly began to look around, notice his surroundings.

With a grounded realism suddenly returning, Henry began to think about his situation. He was a woman from the hips down, and a man from the hips up. He knew it was the ring now. He quickly looked at the ring and saw that what had been a square a few moments ago was now a pentagon. He knew the ring was connected to the changes. But it didn’t work when he had tried earlier. But it did start working when he was relaxed and aroused. It mustn't be when someone just thinks of it, they need to visualize it, which is hard to do when not relaxed. He grabbed a few tissues from his desk and cleaned up. He then gathered the panties, pants, and belt and put them on. They fit as snugly as before. He sat down and Visualized himself, as he was this morning. Normal. Slacks, hoodie, dress shoes, normal belt. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind, and thought only of himself. Again the warm feeling from before filled his body but he found that his shirt wasn’t too tight, and wasn’t constrained on his body. He opened his eyes and looked down. He was back to his normal clothes. He check his pants to quickly check to make sure his member was back in his boxers.

“Thank god.” Henry said with a sigh, seeing his penis back where it belonged. “This ring must allow a person to change themselves as long as they can visualize it. Clothes and everything.” He knew he would have to test this, but he was spent from his encounter. Henry decided to order some food in, watch a movie, and experiment later.

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Thanks for reading!
Going forward I'd like to have a more detailed process, with Henry looking at the changes as they happen, maybe him even feeling them.
After that maybe some changes into other people, a woman of his own design, and then I'd like to do some TF.
Thanks again!