Hellen comes home

Hellen opened the front door and dragged in the grocery bags. Had gone a little crazy at the supermarket, she had bought so many new and expensive ingredients as well as a new cookbook for Mark. She stumbled into the kitchen while calling out for Mark to help her. She heard the clicking of heels as she saw her twin walk in.

“You said we needed allot right?” she joked.

Mark’s face turned a bit worried when he saw the massive pile of the food his wife had bought. He pulled himself together after Hellen rolled her eyes at him. They made quick work on putting the groceries in their correct spots, at least Mark put them in the correct spots after Hellen put them in the wrong spots.

“There and that was the last bag, you took your time, couldn’t find the grocery store?” he inquired.

“Nah, google maps helped with that, no I got distracted along the way, which reminds me that there are still bags in the car.” She said as she walked back to the front door.

“I’ll help you carry, gives me a chance to see the new car!” His excitement sounded weird coming from her own body, but she set it aside as being used to only seeing herself in the mirror.

Once outside Mark admired the shiny new Mercedes, its silver color twinkling in the sunlight. It was a beauty of a car that made him want to take a joyride in it. Hellen on the other hand was more excited about the content in the trunk.

Opening it up she pulled out 4 fully stuffed pink shopping bags which also caught Mark’s eye. He recognized the bags, those were the bags teen girls used to carry when in the mall. What was Hellen doing with those?

He was handed two of the bags and Hellen closed off the car, then she told him to bring it into the living room. Once there she put the clothes in piles and based off of vibe or size. Hellen kept one set separate from the rest and then grabbed her notepad. That is the moment her mischievous grin started showing itself.

“My, my, it seems I forgot that I had written down more than I remember. It seems some tests have already been performed by me” she teased Mark, who was feigning ignorance.

She quickly read through the notes Mark had made and grinned while reading about the increased libido that may occur when changing gender. Mark was looking over the clothes Hellen had bought. Most, if not all, were not in their sizes, which he figured was the point. He had to admit that the clothes were a bit on the revealing side, bordering slutty.

Hellen walked over to his side and placed a hand on a pile of clothes. “This is specifically for bimbos, nice and pink and slutty, I made sure to get larger sizes when it came to breasts and ass. The pile next to it is for the younger teen sluts, trust me these are some juicy girls based on the girls I saw in the shop. The small pile over there is a set a woman had tried on before I bought it. I want to see if it’s going to affect the outcome. Lastly there is a dress I tried on in the shop, it didn’t fit but I bought it for testing purposes.”

Mark was impressed with how thorough she had been even though it was an impulse decision. “So do you want to test somethings out. Hellen nodded and gave Mark the already worn clothes of the Asian woman while she opened up a completely new set of clothes from the teen slut pile. After a quick undress and redress session both Mark and Hellen felt the tingles as they changed. Hellen grew shorter and less mature while Mark stayed the same height yet changed race. What surprised him was that he also felt another weird sensation as his breasts grew, like something was stuck inside him. As the magic ran its course Mark also realized how his body started reacting, the shift in balance and pose, the subtle difference between Hellen’s and this woman’s vagina and the difference in senses. This woman’s senses almost seemed dulled out a bit. Hellen on the other hand was experiencing a whole different experience, her senses were sharpened during the transformation. Her younger body also made her feel more energetic and freer, even though her breast size reduced significantly.

“Uhm, Hellen, my breasts feel weird…” Mark said once the transformation was over.”

Ow, let me see them? I can’t imagine what might be wrong with them.” She said a bit concerned.

Mark pulled up the top over his ample bosom showing Hellen his new perky breasts, after a few seconds she started sniggering.

“what’s so funny?” He asked a bit insecure all of a sudden.

“don’t worry, you have breast implants now! Big ones too it seems” she giggled as she groped his massive breasts, causing Mark to yelp.

He felt the implants move inside his breasts and felt weird about it. He enjoyed the sensitive breasts and nipples, but felt uncomfortable at the same time.

Hellen eventually released his plastic tits from her grabby little hands and grabbed her notepad again. “It seems you change into the person who last wore the clothes outside of the mansion grounds, but I don’t understand how I changed. Why did I change into another woman when I put on these clothes, they haven’t ever been worn.”

Mark grabbed his phone and pulled up the shop’s website and looked up the pieces of clothes. He then looked back and forth from Hellen and the pictures. Some parts of Hellen now looked like the model in the pictures while others seemed to not. “I know this sounds stupid but maybe if the clothes have never been worn before it grabs the form of the model that wore it or makes the body fit its size and vibe?” Mark suggested while turning his phone to Hellen

Hellen looked at the phone and shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. Let’s stick with that until we understand it better.”

They took off their clothes and tried a few more on to try and find more answers but to their disappointment they didn’t get any answers. What they did get was that with every transformation they felt a bit hornier and more mischievous, especially Hellen who hadn’t had the chance to relieve her tension for quite some time.

Mark turns to Hellen and asks with a croaked smile, “want to choose an outfit and have some fun?”