Gloves were the first thing on top of the pile when you glanced down. A pair of small, winter gloves with pink fabric and black lacing. Your mother’s mittens. (http://www.medodeal.com/wp-content/uploa...)
“These'll do,” you said, reaching down and grabbing at them and slipping one on your right hand.
It was a tight fit given that you did not have small hands, while your mother had always had trouble finding fashionable gloves that fit her. Often she’d have to stick to the children’s section or borrow one of Briana’s in a pinch.
But, as soon as you managed to slip your fingers into the right spots, a tingling sensation transpired over your hand. The soft yarn did not feel so tight as it did before, though it seemed to be constricting before your eyes. Your hand looked slimmer than it had just a few moments ago, with less bulk that you had come to associate with a man’s hand.
Within a matter of seconds, your hand was significantly smaller than the other by a good few inches. You pressed your palms together in comparison. Your right hand looked like it belonged to a completely different person.
“This is amazing,” you said. “It doesn’t even look like my hand anymore!”
Upon removing the glove, you found that the changes had extended beyond the smaller scale of your hand. Everything about it was different. Your fingernails were no longer ragged stumps from your constant biting, but trim and polished gemstones from hours of hard work at the spa. Even the skin was much softer to the touch, from all the moisturizing your mother did. Very soft, in fact…
You began to move your new hand all over your body, feeling up the wider hips of your slowly changing body. You were still fully erect and the soft touch of your very feminine hand wasn’t doing anything to help in that regard.
But you resisted the temptation to go all the way. There was still more stuff you wanted to test out.
You pulled away and slipped on the other mitten on the other hand. Like before, you could feel your entire palm constrict into a much smaller fist as you clenched your fingers. There was something oddly pleasant about the whole experience, which was probably why you were seeking more clothes to continue as soon as you were done.
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