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I didn’t have the best upbringing, I didn’t know that much about the world around me and my parents didn’t help; you know, like parents should do. It wasn’t so bad during my childhood and teenagehood though, I enjoyed my time in school and the friends I met there, but adulthood would come in and destroy any faith I had in everything turning around for the better, as it instead did for the worse.

One thing led to the other, and the other, and the other, and a bunch of years later, my lack of knowledge and general responsibility with my finances led me to become homeless. I saw this future coming, so I wasn’t too surprised when it happened, but it definitely sucked to see that I was in my thirties without knowing what I actually wanted to do with my life, all while some of my friends were already getting married or even jumping straight into having a family, it was terrible.

As someone who spent a lot of time on the streets messing around when I was young, I knew how to navigate through the busy city, this time I also had to plead for money, it was the only thing I could realistically do. I spent around two weeks doing this, not getting great results, big surprise. Next idea was to go to a homeless shelter; again, not great, but it was better than nothing.

While heading towards the shelter, I noticed there was a mountain of clothes lying on the sidewalk. I thought it was worth looking into, the clothing seemed to be in decent condition as well, lucky me! I dug through to see what I could keep and while doing so, I found some women’s clothing. I would just throw these to the side; however, one piece in particular was impossible to ditch.

After putting aside some blouses and jeans, I found an absolutely enormous bra in basically perfect condition. I held it for a moment, being amazed by how large it was. No wonder they threw this away, barely any woman out there would find a bra that could potentially hold up boulder-sized breasts useful. I tried to throw it to the side just like the other clothes, but for some odd reason, it clung onto my hand, consistently doing so many times.

I tried to get my other hand into the action, thinking I could remove it, which I did, but now it was on my other hand! My attempts were futile, and after a short while, it seemed to fight back. The piece of undergarment began moving on its own, getting closer and closer to me. I’m not even sure how it happened, but after fighting a literal piece of clothing I now had a giant bra perfectly strapped under my regular clothes.

I was embarrassed to be wearing such clothing, trying to rip it apart by any means necessary, but the thing seemed indestructible. My shame turned into worry as I felt a strong pressure in my chest. Judging by the fact that this only happened after this bra forced me to wear itself, I thought to myself: Was I going to have tits?!

Not too long after, a painful yet pleasurable sensation pushed against my flat chest. I tried my best to hold in moans, as that would only make things even more embarrassing for myself. After a few minutes, I touched my chest to see I had breasts, real breasts, like a woman…

I held B-cups as I felt them grow larger, but I would let them go as soon as I reached for my hair. My messy and greasy black hair was growing as well, and even stranger, it seemed to be turning blonde. The blonde color would slowly but surely overtake its original color, and while doing so, it was magically healing. I had no idea how this was even possible, but in just a couple of minutes, I had perfectly healthy and combed hair, almost as if I had gone to a beauty salon. Before it got dirty again by cascading down the rest of my icky self, a hair tie would spring from the pile of clothes up to my head where it would tie up the beautiful hair in a cute ponytail.

I may be transforming into a pretty lady right now, but I didn’t want to deal with having a massive pair of udders while also being homeless, I was unable to take care of these new assets anyways. I tried once more to remove the bra, using all my strength to do so. This is where I felt in real time my body weakening greatly; at first, I could at least strain the bra’s straps, but now I couldn’t even do that, being even less capable of getting this off of me.

My hairy and dirty skin on my arms cleansed itself, those extremities becoming very smooth. Another thing I noticed was that my hands were smaller, and continuing the trend of being prettified, my nails were long and glossy, only adding to my increasing femininity.

Just when I thought that it couldn’t get any more embarrassing, my clothes were ejected off of my body and thrown a few feet away from me. Now I was half-naked with a giant bra in public. At least I could see that my torso followed suit with the perfect and hairless skin, and of course, giving me a better view of my now F-cup tits, ones that already looked very big to me, yet they weren’t able to fill the bra’s cups yet.

I was thrown off when all the clothing in my lower half got thrown away as well, but this was even worse. I had my dick out! I tried covering up for a few seconds before a pair of panties and shorts flew in to cover those bits. As you may have guessed, having panties when you got a penis was incredibly uncomfortable, it left no room to breath. At least I didn’t have to worry about this for too long though, as the lower half of my body feminized accordingly and with that, my manhood was soon replaced by a vagina and a clit.

Now I was 100% female, without a shadow of a doubt. The magical transformation would not end yet though. My boobs only continued to get bigger and bigger until it eventually filled the cups of the enormous bra that caused all of this in the first place. I had absolutely massive breasts! Bigger than any pair I’ve seen throughout my whole life, and yet they were mine, having to carry these hefty orbs of flesh for the rest of my life.

My big bouncing boobies were definitely the main focus for me; however, I wasn’t disproportionately top heavy. My panties and shorts now felt very snug as my ass cheeks had inflated greatly, my hips had doubled their original width, and my thighs now covered the empty space left by my cock and balls.

I didn’t have much time to get a grasp of all the changes that had occurred in these past few minutes, a force making me spring up, my fat tits jiggling and bouncing violently as I unintentionally slipped into a pair of evening shoes. I tried to walk with them, struggling to do so for a little bit, but getting the hang of it very quickly.

I couldn’t catch a break though! As soon after, a guy in a fancy car parked right beside the sidewalk, beside me! And he called me his babe?! I had no idea what was going on, but at the same time, there was a high chance that this could be my ticket into a much better life, maybe he was supposed to be a rich boyfriend of some sort; hell, even my husband! I didn’t quite like the idea of having sex with men, but if it meant not living on the streets and getting spoiled as his trophy wife, perhaps it wasn’t that bad of a tradeoff… we’ll see once I arrive at his mansion.