Message-ID: <4098eli$9709140223@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sapphire@mhv.net (Sapphire) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: New TG: MIB (Men In Black) (4/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3419f6c6.33022712@library.airnews.net> I guess your wondering why Sapphire is posting the next chapter of MIB instead of Raven? Well, Raven's ongoing story MIB will be moving to Sapphire's Channel with the next chapter! Sapphire's Channel is a Pointcast Connection Channel featuring some of the BEST NEW TG fiction produced today. All delivered to your desktop along with the news and weather! The channel now features, besides Raven's MIB story-line the following New Fiction, found no where else! Tuck by Ellen Hayes Tails by Lhynn Cooper Blue Meteor by Eddie Glover Mind Swap and the Classic Joe Bates Saga In non-fiction we will soon be adding a special non-fiction section on TS Issues by Malisa Sophia Reeve-Powell! New Chapters delivered each week, SPAM FREE! Check us out! Sapphire's Channel is hosted by Sapphire's Place, a Transgender Fiction Archive ( http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire ) So, here is chapter 4 of Raven's M.I.B. ***************************************************************************************** Chapter Four Agent J extended his hand to me to help me up off of the bed where I had first been laying, and then been sitting. Since the balance of this body was.....wrong, I excepted his gesture. When I placed my hand in his, I was stunned by how much bigger his hand was then mine. My entire hand fit within his! A pang of fear gripped me as I wondered just how small I was. That question was answered immediately, as Agent J pulled me to my feet. As he did, I felt those breasts sway. Two straps, of what I imagined to be a bra, bit into my shoulders to support their full weight against gravity. I was now standing right beside Agent J in my bare feet. He towered over me. As a matter of fact my eyes only came up to the level of his mid-chest. "Holy shit, I'm short," I thought to myself. "How tall are you Agent J?" I asked. "About 6'2 1/2".....why do you ask?" He replied. Without explanation, I then asked, "Then how tall am I now?" "Denise was just over 5' tall!" Agent J stated matter-of-factly. "Oh God! I exclaimed," clearly distressed. "Before this happened, I was 6"1" tall. I could look you in the eye. Now I can only look you in the chest." Agent J grew frustrated with me. "Look we don't have time for this. We have to get on the road right away. Its only a matter of time before the police and the MIB find us here. We have to be long gone by then." " Look," I snapped back. "Your not the one who has been suddenly switched into the body of a different gender, and a different race. I at least deserve to look at myself. Is there a mirror around here?" Agent J raised one eyebrow, as well as his voice, and said, "Are you making this a race thing?" I forgot that Agent J was black. I would have to tread carefully now. "No....believe me, no. Its just that........well you know......its different. That doesn't bother me as much as this female body. Its constructed like a sexual cartoon. Someone's idea of a wet dream. You have to let me get used to the way I look before we go out, so I can act appropriately. Not attract any attention." He sighed, knowing that I was right and jerked his thumb to the right in a motion reminiscent of hitchhiking. I followed the direction of the thumb with my eyes and saw a full-length mirror attached to the wall. I walked toward the mirror, and noted the strange, and pleasent sensation of walking without anything between my legs. The freedom of movement was amazing. The nylons slid against each other between my thighs as I walked. The only distressing thing were these tits. They jiggled and swayed in an exaggerated manner no matter how I moved. My upper arms brushed against the sides of those tits as they moved. I paused for a second before I stepped in front of the mirror. I was afraid of what the reflection may hold. I steeled myself, took a big breath of air, and then.......finally stepped in front of the mirror to face my new self. There facing me was the image of a stunningly beautiful black woman. She.....I had lighter coffee colored skin, but definite black facial features. They were so much different then my normal male, caucasian features. The nose, though slightly thicker, and wider, was still upturned and very, very feminine. My eyes were almond shaped with very dark brown pupils. They were so dark they were almost black. The lips, however, were something else. They were very thick, and extremely sensuous. They were the kind of bee-stung lips for which women usually had collagen injected. Dark, curly hair, that looked like it had been relaxed, framed my face, flowing down my shoulders and back to my waist. The mass of hair was everywhere! Large hoop earrings were in the pierced hole of each earlobe, completing the package. All in all, I resembled, slightly, the movie star Vivica Fox, who was in that movie "Independence Day." However, I was much smaller and infinitely bustier. I reached up to touch my face. My arms and hands were obstucted by those big boobs. I consiously had to put my arms to the side of those boobs, rather than in front to gain access to my face. I touched my cheeks with both hands. The reflection in the mirror did the same. My skin was so smooth. As I ran my fingers across my skin, I could feel the long nails upon the surface. My brain was on overload having to take in so many new, and strange, sensations. Despite those sensations, I pulled my hands away from my face to inspect the rest of my body. The frame was slender, and lithe, except of course those breasts. The hips flared out wide, in contrast to an extremely narrow waist, and flat stomach. I turned to the side to inspect my rear-end, and received my second suprise. My ass was larger, but not fat. It was firm and very shapely, but the kind of butt that is prized on black women. No wonder it felt like I was sittng on a pillow! Finally, after delaying as long as possible, I focused my attention to those tits. Not that I could get their ever present feeling and sensation out of my head. You are always consious of them, and their movement, the way as a man I was always consious of the feeling of a penis between my legs. It is hard to describe. I faced front again, and cupped the beasts in each of my hands. The reflection did as I did. I lifted them to test their weight. They must have been about five pounds each. When I lifted them, I got a temporary relief from the sensation of pulling on my chest. I wondered just how big my bust was. The pulling sensation was replaced by a new sensation. I felt an urge to squeeze and fondle them. I let go of them, and felt them settle into their previous resting place. Then I began to massage and fondle them. The reaction was immediate! I felt two points at the ends of those boobs, which had to be the nipples begin to tingle, and start to grow and harden. It was not unlike the erection of a penis, but much more sensitive. It was just as pleasurable. The nipples triggered a secondary reaction. There was a growing discomfort, and feeling of wetness between my legs. I was totally swept away into these feelings. Agent J, who had to bear silent witness to all of this finally spoke. "Uh......um.......do you mind? You're really starting to turn me on. I don't think I could really stand you taking off your clothes!" His voice brought me back to myself, and the situation at hand. I looked at him. He had a real look of distress, and restraint upon his face. Involuntarily, I don't know why, my gaze shifted downwards toward his crotch. Agent J was in the midst of a raging hard-on. Then I thought about what I had just been doing. To him it would have looked like a sexy woman fondling herself; something out of a sex fantasy. His response would have been natural. Hell, if I were still a man watching this I would have been turned-on. I looked away quickly, and said, "Sorry!" "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." He responded, as he got up and practically ran into the bathroom in obvious discomfort. He was in there for a long time. However, the sounds coming from within confirmed what I thought he must be doing. Agent J was masturbating to relieve the pressure. He was masturbating over the sight of me playing with this body. It made me very nervious to think that another man was fantasizing about me, especially in this state. In order to distrct myself I located the shoes that accompanied this body. They were black high-heeled pumps. I tried them on, and they fit perfectly. As I stood there, practically on my tip toes, it struck me as strange that my feet felt better, more natural, than with nothing on them. I tried to walk in them, in order to get used to them. It was tough going. The combination of the overly large breasts, small body, and high heels made it hard to balance. Through experimentation I found that if I swayed my hips back and forth as I walked, that it was much easier to maintain my balance. It was kind of like a tightrope walker on a highwire that has to shift his weight back and forth to maintain perfect balance. Oddly enough, using this method I was able to walk fairly easily. True, the wiggling ass would attract the attention of any guy following me, but it was a lot better than falling on my face. About the time I mastered the shoes, I heard a sigh of relief from the bathroom. A moment later Agent J emerged with a smile on his face. "Ready to go?" He said. I thought it best not to mention what just happened, so I just replied, "Absolutely." ******************************************************************************* Continued on Sapphire's Channel! Pointcast's ONLY TG Fiction Connection! 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