Boxer Thief

I finally caught him. My roommate, Greg, has the bad habit of not doing his laundry, but doesn't like to wear dirty underwear. I don't blame him, but if he just did his laundry he wouldn't have that problem. What I do blame him for is stealing my underwear.

He denies it every time I yell at him, and it's gotten to the point where I have to do his laundry for him just so he won't steal my clean boxers.

Well, I finally caught him in the act. And it was all thanks to that weird old guy in that small shop in the mall. He gave me this pair of black panties and told me to put them in my underwear drawer.

"The next person who sees them won't be able to resist putting them on," he said with a chuckle. "So be sure it's him who opens the drawer next."

I was still pretty skeptical that Greg would put the panties on, but the old man sweetened the deal by saying they were only a buck fifty. I couldn't resist that deal, even if I only got a laugh out of seeing Greg's face when he sees them in my drawer.

I put the panties in my underwear drawer and closed the drawer. I was almost tempted to open it myself just to see what would happen, but I heeded the old man's warning. I went downstairs to watch some television, and I kept my video camera with me just in case.

Greg came home not to long afterward and immediately went upstairs to take a shower. I waited until he went into our room, went upstairs, and stood outside, waiting to hear...well, something.

At what I thought was the right time, I swung my door open, video camera up, ready to humiliate Greg. He was just in the process of putting the panties on, the rest of him buck naked.

I laughed as I hit the record button, but Greg didn't even look up. As soon as the panties were in place, he began to change. It looked as if liquid was spreading out from the panties all along Greg's pale skin. Upon closer inspection, it was actually the effect of Greg's skin becoming tanner and smoother. Once his entire body was tan, the rest of the changes happened all at once.

His ass, breasts, and hair exploded outward from his body, as if they were being forced out. I was too distracted by those to notice that at the same time, the rest of his body had changed as well. Greg no longer stood before me, but a goddess.

Greg hadn't moved the entire time, not a muscle. But as soon as the last change took place, he looked over in my direction and smiled.

"Hello, lover," she said seductively. "I missed you in the shower. How about you put that video camera down and come make up for that."

I complied.

It wasn't the solution I was expecting. I don't even know if you would call this a solution, since my new roommate still wears my underwear. But I don't complain; she can wear whatever she wants.

Levi's Jeans

Jeans were an important part of the Gold Rush culture. Levi Strauss moved to San Francisco in 1853 to open a Western branch of his brother's New York dry goods store. His company would come to be known as Levi Strauss & Co., with their most marketable product: Levi's Jeans. Soon he was selling denim overalls and pants to the gold-hungry 49ers.

But during his time, San Francisco was not a gender-balanced place. The men there had crossed countless miles of dangerous terrain in the small hope of striking it rich and bringing safety through money back to their wives and family.

And because of this, there were not many women in the area. Many men resorted to cross-dressing during parties, where it was socially acceptable for men to dance with other cross-dressed men.

Little known to most of the world, Levi Strauss, best known for the Levi's brand, was also a wizard. He saw that the men needed real women to help offset the daily failures of empty sacks. To help, he created a pair of jeans unlike any other. Any man who wore them would turn into a woman, and an extremely attractive one at that. The jeans also changed the man's mind to match his new body.

Levi only made one pair of his magical Levi's jeans. They slowly made their way around San Francisco, turning unknowing men into attractive female versions of themselves. Levi kept track of the pants as their effects were easily apparent to him.

One day, however, Levi realized that he hadn't seen any new changes in quite some time. But this did not worry him anymore. The increase in new workers and discovered gold had created a booming center of commerce in San Francisco. And with a new city, came security, so men were more willing to take their wives along for the ride. Levi's jeans were no longer needed.

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A hundred sixty years later, Lee found them, but he didn't know it at the time. His grandmother had passed away, and it was his family's job to go through her things. They spent days going through her house, deciding what to toss, what to sell, what to keep. Lee was given the attic. That's where he found them, of course. They looked to be his size, a little beat up and torn, but good. Lee threw them in the "keep" pile.

After logging many hours there, his grandmother's house was packed up. They took our boxes home and collapsed. It was supposed to be part of the grieving process, but it was more work than anything. Lee hadn't even known her that well. Oh well, it was done.

Lee went up to my room with his one box of her stuff that went to him. He took out the jeans, dusted them off, and tried them on to make sure they fit.

The jeans fit really well, but as soon as the button was fastened, the jeans seemed to shrink on him. It was quite sudden, but they kept shrinking, even when his balls were being squished under their power. He fumbled with the button, to try and get them off, but nothing would budge. The jeans just wouldn't come off. The jeans kept shrinking, and Lee along with them. He could feel his legs change, and his penis get pressed up against his groin. Lee's ass didn't shrink after a certain point, however. It even seemed to get bigger. It was pretty apparent what was about to happen: he was going to turn into a girl.

Lee was seeing everything in slow motion, like those few nanoseconds before you get into a car crash. He could see the changes move up his body as his waist thinned and his abs flattened. Moving up, he could feel his chest balloon and push away from his body. Two enormous breasts were growing there. From there, Lee's arms, hands, and shoulders thinned and lost muscle mass. His voice grew in pitch when the changes reached his neck and his face distorted itself to match his new body. Hair cascaded down his back.

Lee looked in the mirror, seeing his new body with disbelief. But then the final change hit him, the one that would change his mind. It made him dizzy, but when his head cleared, there was no longer a Lee.

Instead, Lilah stood there, admiring her body in the mirror. She went and picked out a shirt to go with her form-hugging jeans. Lilah was ready to go out and please the men around her.

All thanks, to Levi's magical pair of jeans.

His Magic Chest

His grandmother's old chest was a godsend as far as Jack was concerned. Any sort of clothing that he could imagine, if Jack reached into the chest, he would find it, awaiting his grasp. Not only that, but the clothing would change the wearer to fit it exactly. Today Jack planned on changing into a member of the opposite sex, a choice Jack was making more and more frequently these days. Picking out an outfit from his sister's Vogue, he imagine the outfit into the chest and it out.

First was the wig, which, once in place, immediately attached to his head and became his own hair. Next came the bra. As soon as the clasps were set and the bra was in place, breast sprung up to fill it out. Jack stopped for a minute to admire them, but soon moved on to the panties, which removed his member and filled his ass out to complete it.

Jack knew from experience that he could change his legs, hands, and face with three simple pieces of cloth, even if they weren't part of his outfit. First came the pantyhose, which smoothened and lengthened his legs. Next were gloves, which Jack had imagined would fit the woman from the magazine. The piece for his face wasn't clothing per say, but it worked nonetheless. It was a plastic mask that Jack placed on his face, which distorted his features to mask the model's perfectly, make up and all. Jack put on the blouse, which continued to shrink his waist.

Jackie, which is what Jack called himself by this stage, was happy with her new chest, and the rest of her body. She had it all because of the chest, which she had all to herself. It was her secret. Or so she thought...