Timewarp

He had always been turned on by breasts on a girl but here he was staring at his own...

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He held up his arm. It felt light, and when he stared at it he could see why. It was a girl's arm, soft and completely lacking in hair or muscle, with a beautifully shaped and manicured hand.

That same hand instinctively moved up to feel his face. It was soft to the touch, almost like velvet, and there was no trace of his usual stubble. Panic gripped him as the realisation of where he had come from and what had happened began to dawn on his scrambled brain cells. They had landed him in 1958 all right...but as a bloody girl!!!

He struggled to a sitting position in bed, feeling the strange sensation of his long blonde hair tumbling into his face. Looking down, he immediately noticed the perfectly proportioned breasts only partially covered by the revealing nightgown. He looked at them in a daze. He had always been turned on by breasts on a girl but here he was staring at his own...

Hesitantly, he touched them, first of all brushing the nipples with the tips of his fingers and eventually using both hands to rub and fondle them into different shapes. Even in his state of confusion he was aware that a warm, tingling sensation accompanied such actions.

The nightgown was the next thing he noticed. It was made of pink satin and was low-cut, held up by two delicate straps. He felt embarrassed wearing it but realised that, short of complete nakedness, he had no alternative. It was cool and light and yet he felt trapped inside it, as if it was a second skin.

He slowly held up the bedsheets and gazed at the rest of his new-found body. He could tell that, under the flimsy nightgown, he had a slim girlish figure. His waist was thin but his hips were curved, and his legs were firm yet completely feminine. He noticed all this with a curious mixture of despair and pride. He suddenly realised that under the nightie the most essential part of his masculinity would be gone. He raised the hem of the nightdress delicately and stared at the space between his legs...

The loss of his male member produced the strangest effect on him. It seemed to unleash all the girlish emotions which were still locked in Susan Radley's coma-stricken mind and jumble them up with his thoughts and memories. He was still Richard Fielding... but his head was filled with feelings of vulnerability and sensitivity which only a girl could possess. He lay down and cried himself to sleep.

It was not long before the grey light of dawn replaced the controlled darkness of night in the ward. Richard had stopped crying but was still emitting little muffled sobs every now and then. Footsteps echoed on the linoleum floor and he turned around to be confronted by a rather pretty nurse who was more shocked than he.

"Thank God you've come out of it. Matron. MATRON!" She ran out of the room to fetch her superior. More footsteps approached The matron entered, a stern looking woman with a brisk, efficient manner. She smiled weakly when she saw her patient fully awake. "Ah, Miss Radley. You had us worried for a long time there. How do you feel?"

Richard felt a sudden urge to shout out that he was not Miss bloody Radley but he knew it would sound ridiculous, coming from the body of the girl herself. He decided it would be best to play along with things, at least until those idiots at the Research Department could get him out of this mess. "I feel pretty good, thank you. I..."

Richard hesitated. That voice! Surely it couldn't be him speaking? It sounded so soft and feminine and when he spoke it resonated around the roof of his mouth, rather than the usual throaty feeling. "That's all right dear," said Matron. "Try not to overdo it. You've had a very tough time. I'll send a doctor to see you later. Meantime, you try to rest."

As she was speaking, she fussed around with the pillows and bedclothes, totally unaware that the young girl she was gently rearranging had the thoughts and memories of a man. As they left the room, the pretty nurse gave a sympathetic smile. Richard smiled back, aware that any longings he might have would have to be suppressed.

He was a girl for the time being - and he had better act the part...

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