I was taking a walk with my girlfriend when we met a strange man. Without saying hi or anything, he told us we weren't meant to be a couple. I saw red and was preparing to hit him but then he also told me I wasn't supposed to be a man. The absurdity of all this made me stop. Then he turned to my girlfriend and told her she was supposed to be my breasts. That was enough for me and I was raising my fist again when, this time, it was my girlfriend who stopped me. A look at her face told me she was shocked. "I think he is right, Julian..." she said to me. "You’re kidding me, right?" was all I could answer to that statement. She then looked right into my eyes and, after hesitating, told me she’s always had the fantasy of being just breasts. I couldn't believe what I heard and took a step back from her. The man spoke again and offered his help to "correct" our existence and make us who we were supposed to be. I grasped my girlfriend’s hand and ran from this mad man.
During the week after that, I didn't recognize my girlfriend. She was always laying on the couch, thinking. I surprised her one time in the bathroom but found her staring at her breasts and I was sure she was imagining how it would feel to be one. She also rested her head on my chest more than she did before. One night I broke it and tried to convince her to put her mind out of this madness. But instead it was her who gave me a lecture, asking me why I was denying my true nature, asking if I was really unaware of the kind of thoughts she would have after hearing what she’d secretly thought for years was the truth. She told me that this explained everything for her, why she still didn't have job, never found something to do with her life. It was because she was never meant to be human, only a part of one. Part of me, and that's why we were attracted to each other.
Even as all of this sounded like complete madness, her words touched a soft spot. She was right. I’ve always secretly fantasised about being a woman. But I was ok being a man, and even more so with her by my side. But now... she wanted to be my breasts... That didn't make any kind of sense.... or did it? After two days, we decided we’d return to the place where we saw the strange man. The night before we left, we made love like we never had before, enjoying our last time together as a couple.
The man told us he had to begin with me. I was expecting a painful transformation but instead, it took an instant to change from my built up manly self into a curvy girl. I was pretty amazed by all the new sensations of this body. I couldn't believe I was now a girl and it was hard to admit that the man had been right, I felt more at home with this body. My girlfriend was very excited to see me as a girl and was now even a bit taller than me. Then it was her turn, she took her clothes off and give me one last kiss. I didn’t feel the changes until I saw her face sinking into my new cleavage. Soon there was nothing left of the cute girl I've dated for years, instead, there were two enormous breasts hanging from my chest.
That was it, we weren't a couple anymore, we were one. His job done, the man disappeared, leaving me alone. I discover later that reality had changed to fit the new status quo. My girlfriend seems to never have existed and I was known to everyone as Julie. Life continued and I adapted. Being a girl wasn't so bad and with my old girlfriend as my new generous bust, it didn't take much time before I began to date again and discover the joys of being a woman.
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This is a post from the original opentgcaptions, sent to me by a kind Discord user who wishes to remain anonymous. Original author: 4lice