Flight Attendants Needed
At least Indo Airways had made good on their promise to get his bags back to him before his next flight, an act that would have lifted his spirits had it actually been his bag that had shown up outside his hotel room.
Instead of the suit and clothes he had packed for himself back in New York, Sam was now staring at a bright, floral-patterned top, clearly part of a matching set with the long skirt and sandals that followed as he dug further into the suitcase. “And they gave me some flight attendant’s bags instead of my own? I give up.” He sighed, pulling off his shirt as he walked to the bathroom for the only highlight of his night so far, a cool shower to get the sweat and travel grime off his body.
Eyeing the dirty clothes still lying on the bathroom floor as he toweled himself off, Sam weighed his options. There was no way he was putting the dirty clothes he had worn for the past two days back on. He could figure the suitcase situation out in the morning. Until then, female or not, any clean clothes were better than nothing. Grabbing the top from the suitcase, Sam slipped it over his head, trying to ignore the faint smell of jasmine as the tight shirt hugged his body. The skirt was a little looser, and surprisingly comfortable although he was sure his hairy legs looked ridiculous in it. Then he looked over at the last remaining part of the uniform.
He didn’t know why, but something was compelling him to try the shoes on. Hesitantly, Sam walked over to the suitcase. He hadn’t felt the urge to wear them when he first saw them, but now that he had the rest of the uniform on, the thought kept returning to his mind - He needed to complete the set. He laughed it off as a joke at first, turning on the tv to take his mind off of it, but finding himself increasingly distracted, decided to take the plunge and grab the shoes out of the bag. They were bigger than he expected, clearly a feminine style like the uniform but almost large enough to fit his feet. Almost unconsciously, Sam brought the shoes down to his feet and slipped them on.
They were a perfect fit. To his surprise, the small flats wrapped around his feet perfectly, enveloping them snugly as he slipped them on, one after another. The pressure was almost comforting, as if they were made for him. It was a funny sight seeing his clearly male feet in such a dainty flat, something he would have laughed at if he hadn’t felt the shoes start to constrict his feet even more. Sam flexed his arches tentatively, his concern growing as he felt the shoes molding his feet into shape, constricting them into a form that better fit the feminine style of the flats. Sam gasped as he felt a soft crack, realizing that not only had the shoe shrunk, it had changed his feet along with it.
As he pulled the shoe off with some effort, he could hardly believe his eyes. Slender, dainty feet with long, delicate toes now stood out from his ankles down, a huge change from the larger, hairy feet that he had slipped into the shoes. He moved his toes around. Unlike his own, these were slightly spread out from one another, like someone who had walked in sandals for moth of their life. His skin was softer now too, not at all like the rough texture it used to be. Soft like a woman’s foot, he thought, something that was unnerving enough before he noticed that the changes weren’t stopping there. Slowly working its way up his ankles, his body was taking on a soft, even tan, his pale skin softening as his legs lost their muscle tone. His confusion rising, Sam ran his hands up his legs, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
They were becoming more slender, more feminine by the second, a fact he was only able to appreciate for a moment before a stomach-turning sensation indicated the changes had no intention of stopping at just his legs. An emptiness was forming in the pit of his stomach, a pull that only increased as he felt the soft crack of his hips rearranging themselves. His waist dived inwards, forcing the breath out of his lungs as fat rippled down to his ass, filling it out with soft new curves. Feeling the emptiness intensify, Sam felt his cock stiffen, ripples of masochistic pleasure running through his core as it slowly pulled itself into his body. The pleasure grew as Sam’s new womanhood blossomed in the space his cock once stood. He moaned in ecstasy, reaching his hand up to caress his new clit as unfamiliar sensations rocked his body.
As Sam came closer and closer to an orgasm, the fear he had been experiencing so far slowed, replaced by a feeling he hadn’t felt before. Anticipation? Contentment? The smell of Jasmine filled his nostrils again. Didn’t it just feel right, watching his masculinity slowly strip away? He was close to orgasm now, so close he could almost taste it. He wanted to take his hands off, to acknowledge how strange the situation was, but the pleasure overtook him. He was like a passenger in his own body, unable to resist. Sam orgasmed for the first time with his new pussy, shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy splashed through his lower body.
By this time, the changes had worked their way further up Sam’s body. Fat poured off his midsection, leaving him with a smooth, flat tummy that emphasized the curve of his new hips. His anticipation was growing by the moment as the transformation inched its way up his chest, a warm feeling indicating where it would affect next. As he felt a tingle around his nipples, Sam’s breath quickened. They felt different now, more sensitive than before. His once flat chest was now slowly filling up with fat, soft, puffy nipples brushing against the fabric of the top with every breath. Before long, the weight of two perfectly full breasts had pushed out from his chest, rising and falling with every breath and moan. Sam reached his hands up, feeling their weight through the uniform top.
It fit him so much better now, more than his old suit ever would. The dark, floral top now hugged his every curve as if it were made for him, his now slender, pale arms and delicate feminine fingers still clutching at the soft breasts resting behind its fabric. The skirt had ridden up a bit during his changes, a long slit down the side now revealing long, model-like legs.
His moans had taken on a softer, breathier tone as the changes worked their way up his throat, giving him a distinctly feminine voice as his vocal cords reshaped themselves. A series of soft cracks around his head signaled to Sam that his last moments with the body he was born with were quickly approaching. Slowly working its way up his face, Sam’s facial structure was rearranging itself, his features softening as the last traces of masculinity were stripped from his body. His lips plumped up slightly, their new shape the perfect complement to a soft jawline and raised cheekbones that now felt foreign to his touch. A quick stinging sensation ran through his eyes, causing him to blink as they shifted from blue to a deep shade of brown. There was only one change left now, a soft pull that had started on the top of his head as thick, black hair cascaded down his head, falling down well past his shoulders and sending a shiver down the exposed nape of his neck.
And then it stopped. That was it. Whatever the changes were, they had finished, leaving him breathless as he laid panting on the hotel bed, overwhelmed with the unfamiliar feelings of a foreign body. Sam rose to his feet, testing his new sense of balance as he slowly walked to the hotel mirror, anticipation and fear building for what he was about to see. As he rounded the corner, he let out a gasp as he came face to face with his new reflection, that of a gorgeous Indonesian woman. He locked eyes with the woman in the mirror, enthralled by a feeling of familiarity he couldn’t seem to shake.
A flush of new memories invaded his mind, filling in the gaps that had been growing since he first laid eyes on the uniform in the suitcase. Why had he been so apprehensive to put it on, when he had worn it so many times before? It was his uniform, after all. No, not his, hers. Why had she been expecting a man’s clothing in the suitcase when she was so clearly a woman? She had been so proud when she finally passed her flight attendant training and got to wear the Indo Airways uniform for the first time. She remembered admiring herself in the bathroom mirror before her first flight, taking pride in how the skirt showed off her slender, shapely legs and feminine hips. Stealing glances at some of the hotter passengers as she performed the pre-flight checks. She brought her hand up to her face as she recalled her first hookup on the job, a quickie in the lavatory with that first class passenger she had winked at on the overnight to Hong Kong. She had to hold back the moans as he had plunged deep inside of her, lighting up her body with pleasure. Sam was no more than a distant memory now, slowly fading as Citra expertly opened her makeup bag and touched up her lipstick and eyeliner. She only had a few more hours before she was due at the airport, and she had promised she’d meet up with Aulia and Maya in the hotel lobby for a meal with her fellow flight attendants first. Citra smiled as she adjusted the name badge on her uniform. She loved her job.
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