My New Life
“Hey.”
I tuned but when I looked, there was no one there. I turned back around. I had to finish cleaning up my dishes.
“Hey.”
I whirled again but again, there was no one there. Weird, I thought. I turned back to what I was doing.
“Hey.”
I whirled back around even though I knew there was no one there. “What,” I wanted to say but like I said, there was no one there. One more, I turned back around.
“Hey.”
“I’m not listening to you,” I said even though I knew there wasn’t anyone there.
“Hey.”
Shut up.
“Hey.”
I ignored the voice but for some reason, that seemed like the wrong thing to do.
“Hey,” the voice said and then it said something else. “I want to talk to you.”
“Fine,” I said to no one at all. “Talk,” and yet even as I said it, I had the feeling that it was the wrong thing to say.
“Hey.”
What?
“This is serious.”
No, it’s not. You’re just a figment of my imagination.
“Is that the way you want it?”
I said nothing.
“Is that the way you want it,” the voice asked again.
“Yes,” I said to no one at all.
“Good. That’s the way I want it to,” and then, “you know what?”
“What?”
“You’re pretty.”
“Thanks,” I said, and that’s when I realized I was responding to a voice that wasn’t even there and that seemed to piss me off even more.
“Hey,” the voice said again.
I wasn’t even going to turn and look. “What?” I asked.
“This is serious.”
“I don’t care,” I said. “I’m not listening to you.”
“Oh that’s right. You don’t like serious.”
“I like serious just fine,” I said and then I chastised myself when I realized I was talking to myself.
“You could have fooled me,” said the voice.
Shut up, I thought.
There wasn’t anything from the voice. I waited, but there was nothing.
“Hey.”
“What?” asked the voice.
“Where were you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean where were you?”
“You told me to shut up.”
“Oh, and now you do what you’re told.”
“You don’t even know me.”
That’s right, I thought to myself. I don’t know you and I don’t want to know you.
It should have ended there but then I should have known that it wouldn’t.
“Hey,” the voice said.
“What?”
“You should look at yourself.”
“Why?”
“You just should.”
That was silly. I wasn’t going to look at myself just because some voice wanted me to.
“Aren’t you going to look at yourself?”
“No.”
“Too bad. I guess you’re going to miss it then.”
“Miss what?” I asked.
The voice in my head said nothing.
“Miss what?” I asked again.
Still, the voice in my head said nothing.
I gritted my teeth because I didn’t want to give in, but if something was going to happen, I didn’t want to miss it either. Look at myself, the voice had said. What the hell did that mean?
Okay fine, I told myself. Just one quick look. I went to the mirror and I looked at myself.
I was still the same person I’d always been. “See,” I said to the nonexistent voice. “Nothing’s happening.”
“You have to wait for it.”
Wait for what, I wanted to ask but even before I could ask it, I felt ... something.
It sounds weird to say that but I don’t know how to describe it better. It was like a tingling feeling like there was a surge of electricity running through my body.
“You should take your top off,” the voice said.
“What?”
“You should take your top off, that is if you really want to see it. You should take your top off.
I wasn’t going to take my top off or at least that’s what I thought. I wasn’t going to take my top off except ... except that so far the voice had been right about everything else.
“Aren’t you going to take your top off?”
I didn’t want to do it. It felt like I was giving in, and yet there was a part of me that felt like I had to do it.
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to do it,” the voice said.
I think that was what finally did it. As soon as I was told I didn’t have to do it, then of course I had to do it, just so I could show the voice that I didn’t have to do something just because someone told me to do it.
I took off my top.
I wasn’t wearing a bra. Why wasn’t I wearing a bra, I asked myself. I always wore a bra.
“Nice little titties you have there.”
“Thanks,” I said and then I realized I was responding to the voice. “Hey,” I said.
“On the other hand,” the voice said, “maybe they’re not so little after all.”
Ha, I thought. The voice was finally wrong. My breasts had never really ever been all that big only ...
I looked at myself a little closer in the mirror and that’s when I brought my hands up. If I didn’t know better, I told myself, but no, that couldn’t really be the case. My breasts weren’t really getting bigger.
Maybe not, but my breasts certainly liked having my hands upon them. In fact, my breasts liked it a lot.
And they did feel bigger. This wasn’t the first time I’d had my hands on my breasts, and yeah, they did feel bigger.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Fuck yeah, I thought. There was no doubt about it. My tits were definitely getting bigger and the weird thing was it never crossed my mind to ask why it was happening, or why it was that I was calling them tits instead of breasts, or just why it was that it felt so good to have my hands on my tits.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I couldn’t say anything but it did feel good and what was better was my tits were still getting even bigger.
Somewhere along the way, my tits stopped growing. I’m not sure when it happened exactly but it was probably a good thing. My tits were now huge, and I can’t tell you what a thrill it gave me to think of tits and huge in the same sentence.
“How’s that feel?” the voice asked.
“What?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself. I was staring at my tits in the mirror even as my hands continued to hold them.
“How’s that feel?” the voice asked again. “How do you like your tits?”
“They’re great,” I gushed and then I started to finally get it. “Wait a minute. How’d you do that?”
“You need to take your jeans off.”
“No,” I answered back. “You need to tell what just happened.”
“You need to take your jeans off.”
“I’m not going to take my jeans off.”
“You need to take your jeans off.”
“Why?”
“You need to take your jeans off.”
“Tell me why.”
“You need to take your jeans off.”
“I’m not going to take my jeans off.”
The voice didn’t say anything but I had the feeling that didn’t mean anything. I knew it was still there. I knew it was just waiting.
“I’m not going to do it,” I said.
Still the voice said nothing.
I found myself staring at myself in the mirror, at me and my big tits. What would happen if I took my jeans off, I wondered.
It didn’t matter, I answered myself because I wasn’t going to do it.
But what would happen if I did?
I saw my hand twitch in the mirror and that’s when I knew. There was a part of me that wanted to find out. There was a part of me that wondered just what it was that was going to happen.
Well fine, I told myself. I could wonder all I wanted, but I wasn’t going to do it.
But still, I wanted to know.
I wasn’t going to do it, I told myself. I just wasn’t going to do it.
And that’s when my hands did it. I’m not sure if there was any thought behind it but my hands were reaching down and then I was opening my jeans and I was pushing them down past my hips.
“There,” I said. “There. I did it.”
There was no answer.
“I pushed my pants down.”
Still, there was no answer.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
Still nothing.
My hands toyed aimlessly with the hem of my jeans as I looked at myself in the mirror with my big tits and my white panties. What the hell did the voice want?
That was the key, I decided. It still wanted something else.
I looked down at myself. I hadn’t taken my jeans all the way off. I’d just pushed them down my legs. Maybe that was it. Maybe I needed to take them all the way off.
Well fuck that. I wasn’t going to do that.
I wasn’t going to do that, only ... only if that was what was needed of me ...
No, I wasn’t going to do it.
Okay, maybe. Maybe I would. I toyed with my jeans and then finally I did it. I took my jeans all the way off.
And still nothing happened.
“I took my jeans off,” I reminded the voice.
Just as before, there wasn’t an answer.
“What do you want me to do?”
Still nothing.
I should have told the voice to fuck off. I should have told the voice that I wasn’t going to play its game but I didn’t seem able to say that. I just looked at myself in the mirror and I wondered what it was that the voice wanted me to do now.
“What do you want?” I asked again.
Of course, there wasn’t an answer but I’d almost come to expect that. What the hell did the voice want from me?
I looked at the mirror and my eyes came to rest on my panties. Maybe that was what was needed. Maybe it wasn’t just the jeans. Maybe it was the jeans and everything underneath.
It couldn’t hurt, I told myself. In moments, I’d stripped off my panties.
“Look at yourself,” the voice said.
“Where have you been?” I asked.
“Such a pretty body,” the voice said as if it hadn’t heard me at all.
What the fuck was going on here?
I didn’t notice it at first, but my waist was getting smaller. Not just smaller, but flatter. My stomach was taut, and was that ... oh my God, I now had a belly ring. That was so cool.
No, it wasn’t. That was weird. How could I have a belly ring? I didn’t have anything pierced down there.
Maybe not, I told myself, but I had one now.
“Almost done,” the voice said.
I suppose I should have asked what was meant by that but the truth is I didn’t. I just accepted what the voice said.
“Time to put those hands on your butt.”
This time, I didn’t question it. This time, I just did what the voice told me to do.
I could feel the tingling again, but this time, it wasn’t in my tits. This time, it was in my ass and I didn’t have to look in the mirror to know my butt was changing. I didn’t have to look because I could feel it under my hands. I could feel my butt becoming rounder and becoming more defined.
“Time to get yourself dressed.”
I was going to put my clothes back on when the voice stopped me. “Turn around,” it said.
I turned. It was just easier to do what the voice wanted me to do.
“Back to the bedroom.”
I had no problem with that. If the voice wanted to take me back to the bedroom, that was just fine with me.
I had the feeling that I was being directed where to go without even receiving any overt instructions because I soon found myself standing in front of my closet.
“Choose,” the voice said.
I was amazed. I mean, my closet was full. There was hardly a surprise in that, but it was in the clothes that I found there. None of the clothes, well mostly none of them, none of these clothes were the types of things that I would wear.
“Choose,” the voice said again.
Choose what, I asked.
“Choose.”
It looked like my choice was between short dresses and short skirts. I had plenty of shoes to wear if I liked heels. As far as I could tell, there wasn’t a pair of tennies anywhere in sight.
“Who picked this stuff out?” I wanted to know.
“Choose.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I told the voice. A bit of a one track mind you have there but I was already getting used to that.
“Choose.”
It would have been nice if I knew what I was getting dressed for. I suppose you won’t tell me that, I told the voice.
“Choose.”
Yeah, yeah, I retorted. I didn’t think you’d tell me.
My eye seemed to land on a black dress. It was short, of course, but it was strapless, and I had the idea just from looking at it that it was really going to show off my new tits and suddenly I knew, I wanted to show off my tits.
“Choose,” the voice said again.
“Shut up. I already have.”
“Put it on.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m way ahead of you,” I told the voice.
It wasn’t until I’d put the dress on that I realized I hadn’t put on any panties.
“It doesn’t matter,” the voice said.
And I realized the voice was right. I didn’t really need to wear any panties. What I need was some heels.
“You look good,” the voice said when I finally had the shoes on.
I was looking at myself in the mirror. Damn right I looked good, I thought. I loved the way the dress showed off my tits.
There was a knock at my door. Who could that be I wondered.
“Your date,” said the voice.
Date? I don’t have a date tonight, and yet even as I thought it, I realized I was already walking towards the door.
I pulled the door open and there was a man standing there with flowers. He looked at me and I looked at him. “Wow,” he said finally.
I had no idea who the hell this guy was.
“You look great,” he stammered.
“His name is Greggie,” said the voice.
“Thanks, Greggie,” I said.
“So, um, so you ready to go?”
“Go?” I asked.
“To dinner.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’m ready,” I said.
“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
“You don’t mind?” I asked.
“Hey, I’m flexible.”
“But I thought we were going to get a bite to eat,” I said. Geez. Why did I suddenly sound like I didn’t have a brain in my head.
“We could eat in,” Greggie suggested.
“Eat in?”
“You know. Like we did last week.”
“Last week?”
“Oh, don’t tell me you don’t remember.”
“Of course, I do,” I said even though I had no idea what the man was talking about.
“You don’t sound very sure of yourself. Perhaps you need me to refresh your memory.”
“Please do.”
Okay, this was silly. I was definitely sounding like a total airhead now.
“As I seem to recall, we started out a little something like this.”
It seemed so natural as he put his arms around me and then he was lifting his hands and he was holding my face and he was kissing me.
I kissed him back.
“You starting to remember now.” I nodded numbly. I didn’t really remember, but hey, it was okay.
“I don’t know,” the man said. “I think you need a little something more.”
His hands moved down and suddenly he had them on my tits and I couldn’t help but gasp. It felt even better when someone else had their hands on my tits.
“I think someone’s starting to remember.”
I couldn’t help but gasp as he pulled my dress off of my tits and then his hands were right there on my tits. Oh my God. Oh my God. It was so good. Oh my God.
“You like this,” he said.
I couldn’t help but nod. My pussy was so wet.
“Should we go to the bedroom?”
I couldn’t help but nod again. Of course, I wanted that.
I took him by the hand and I led him to the bedroom.
“You’re not smart,” said the voice inside my head.
I would have said something except that Greggie chose that moment to push me onto my bed.
“You’re not smart,” the voice inside my head said. “You’re not smart but you don’t mind this. It’s okay to be dumb.”
It’s okay to wha-a-at? Oh fuck, that felt good. Greggie had a couple fingers between my legs.
“I see someone’s not wearing any panties,” he said. “Is that for me?”
“Say yes,” said the voice inside my head.
“Yes,” I said.
“Oh baby. You know exactly what I like.”
“Tell him you like it, too,” said the voice inside my head.
“I like it, too.”
“I know you do, Baby. I know what you want.”
“I want you,” I said. It was only after I said it that I realized that the voice inside my head hadn’t had to prompt me to say it.
“Yeah, well let’s see how you feel about this.”
Greggie had my dress pushed up around my waist and that was when he pushed his cock in my pussy.
“How do you like that?” he asked.
“I love it,” I told him.
“Yeah, I know you do. You like this cock.”
He was right. I really did like it but even as he fucked me, there was this voice in my head. “You’re not smart,” the voice kept telling me. “You’re so gullible. You believe whatever anyone tells you.”
I wanted to object but I found it hard. It was just so easy to believe what that voice was telling me.
“You’re so gullible but it’s okay to be that way.”
I was gullible but that was okay. It was okay to be that way.
“You like getting fucked.”
Well, of course I did, and that brought me back to Greggie and his cock. I couldn’t help but moan. I wanted to let him know how much I liked it.
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you.”
“I love it,” I moaned.
“Oh geez, Baby. Oh geez. I’m going to cum.”
“I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
“Oh yeah, baby. You want it. Here it comes.”
I couldn’t help it. I just burbled happily as I felt Greggie fill me up and all the while, he had his hands right there on my ass and my ass loved it.
“How was that?” Greggie asked.
“It was great,” I told him, “but Baby—”
“Yeah?”
“Can we do it again but this time, can you cum on my tits?”
Greggie smiled. “We can do whatever you want,” he said.
“Have fun with your new life,” the voice inside my head said and after that, it was gone.