Here's a little TG story I just thought up:

“That must be my new gloves,” smiled Andrew hearing the letterbox clatter as letters were pushed through it followed by a knock at the door. When he opened the door, there was no-one there – just a small brown box with his name and address on it. Usually the postman handed parcels over personally, so it was strange that this time he had just left it there, but Andrew just shrugged it off, thinking that the guy must have been in a rush or something. Absentmindedly, he gathered up the letters and dumped them on the kitchen counter after a quick flick through to check there were none for him. He immediately dashed upstairs to his study and started to open the box.

It was bound tightly in cellotape and he had a hard time getting into it with his short, bite-blunted nails, but eventually he managed to break through and open the lid flaps, spilling polystyrene peanuts all over his desk. Mildly annoyed he brushed them into the bin and grabbed the plastic packaged gloves, tearing open the wrapping. As he pulled out the gloves, he didn’t notice a small card fall out onto the floor. Gingerly, with mock reverence, he held up the gloves looking at them.

He smiled, liking how the smooth, fine wool felt against his fingers and his palms began to itch with anticipation of trying them on. Carefully he pulled them on one at a time, pulling the long ‘cuffs’ right up his arm as far as they would go. Smiling, he admired how they looked on his hands, not noticing that his arms, wrist and hands under them had slimmed down slightly. Turning back to his computer, he returned to browsing the internet, just as he had been doing before the knock at the door.

As he sat typing, he didn’t notice as his hands continued to slim and his fingers began to take on a feminine appearance, his nails growing longer and black nail polish spreading over them – not that he’d have minded the nail polish part being slightly emo/gothy anyway. Absently, he scratched his right eyebrow and then flicked a few stray strands of hair from his fringe with his thumb, spreading the change to his head. Long dark hair cascaded down his back as his skin began to soften and makeup applied itself to his face.

The slimming had run up his arms and was crossing his shoulder blades as his head finished changing and the unnoticed wave of feminization slimed his neck. It wasn’t only his body that was changing, and as the changes reached his tee-shirt, it too began to change, remoulding itself stitch-by-stitch. As a bra formed under the emerging low-cut dress, his chest tightened slightly and relaxed, filling the lingerie. As the changes spread downward, Andrew felt a tightness between his legs where his boxers had become knickers, but before he really registered it, the tightness was gone, and unconsciously, she shrugged here shoulders.

As the transformation neared its end, her legs slimmed down and her sock crept up them, unrolling into black legwarmers. By the time her slippers remoulded themselves into wedge-heeled slip-ons, her trousers had already finished becoming a smooth black dress. With the transformation complete, her throat began to feel dry and as she rubbed it, Andrea sighed, “Man I need a drink.” Blinking at the sound of her new voice she replied to herself “Wow, I must really need that drink.”

Grabbing her empty glass, she went to her en suite, still not noticing the changes her new gloves had wrought. As she entered her bedroom, she glanced over at the full length mirror in the corner and was taken aback by what she saw. The glass slipped from her fingers as she gasped in shaock.

“What the...?” she cried half with horror and half with intrigue. She looked down at herself in disbelief, taking in the curve of her attractively small breasts and slim waistline. Something at the back of her mind suggested that it must have been the gloves and swiftly, she ran back to the study. She grabbed the package and rummaged around in it to see if there was anything to explain this, but she couldn’t find anything. Slumping in her chair in defeat she stared at the floor, her gaze alighting on the card that had fallen out earlier. Snatching it up she read what it said.

Magic Fingerless Gloves

it read. ‘No help there,’ she thought, ‘That’s what the website said they were called.’ Moving her thumb she noticed a small ‘PTO’ inscribed in the corner of the card. Turning it over, she read:

Women’s Gloves

‘Huh?’ she thought confused, ‘I thought these were unisex.’ Her shoulders slumped in confusion, but then an idea hit her – ‘If the women’s gloves have turned me into a girl, maybe the men’s gloves will turn me back into a guy!’ Excitedly she quickly loaded up the website of the company that made the gloves.

“Good thing they’ve got next day delivery and everyone’s away for the week,” she grinned, “Now to get those gloves.” Leaning over her keyboard ready to enter her details she looked at the screen looking for the gloves’ section on the site. “But first,” she smiled espying the shoes and accessories section, “Time for a little shoe shopping...”