Wig MK-4000

Wig Mk-4000

Wig time again. I headed into my parents room and went to the cupboard where I knew the wig could be found: the voluminous dark brown one. I removed it from its mount and put it to one side. I then stripped completely before going back to the wig, and adjusting the settings. I then put it on and embraced the changes, which saw the wig lengthen and reshape me.

“Hair makes you a woman.” came it's feminine voice.

I felt the wig work its magic on my lower quarters, widening my hips and making my bum swell. It no longer felt bad to say goodbye to my masculinity. The beautiful folds of my labia felt so much better: my mother's labia.

Minutes later, and after catching my breath, I looked upon the woman I had once again become: my mom. I was her complete double, albeit how she looked when she was around 15 years younger.

Once again, her room was mine, and all the clothes in it. I had set the wig for 12 hours again, so I had plenty of time to enjoy being her once more.

Not a problem, since she was out with dad, and they had left me in charge of the house. They had often gone out together, and for lengthy periods at a time.

Perhaps it was a good thing that I'd found the wig then, and discovered its transformative properties. It was certainly better for the house to be left under the protection of a confident young woman, than a scrawny teenage boy. It was much more enjoyable too. If only the wig allowed for longer than 12 hours at a time.

I spent a lot of that time in “our” room, trying out different outfits and dresses, then posing in front of the full length mirror.

“My, Patricia. You look absolutely stunning. Mike should be really proud to have a mother as beautiful as you.” I said to myself playfully. “Or should that be my beautiful daughter, Belle?”

I found one of the photos that showed me dressed as the heroine from Beauty and the Beast. A similar brunette wig had been placed on my head several times, and every photo that showed me dressed this way, told the same story: I looked every bit a girl, and no way like a boy in a dress.

“Its those days which have led me to this.” I smiled. “Thank you mom, for showing me the wonders of girlhood.”

“It's my pleasure, my sweetheart.” I then added, looking in the mirror.

The hours seemed to pass slowly, as I headed downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee, plus something to eat.

I had barely finished my lunch when I heard the front door open then close. My blood chilled, for I dreaded the thought of anyone seeing me like this, even though I knew who had entered the house.

“Mike, we're home.” came a voice that had been coming from my own lips recently. “I know we were not due back for a few more hours, but something came up, and we had to leave early.”

My mom had barely finished saying those words when she entered the room and saw me seated on the sofa.

“Well, I didn't know I had a younger sister.” she said with wonder. “Is that you Mike?”

My dad was soon by her side, and even he looked at me with a surprised look.

“Yes mom, it is me mom, I can explain everything!” I replied, my voice filled with panic.

“About the wig?” she replied. “I'm not surprised really, to learn that you have found it. I'm just amazed that it worked so well.”

Now it was my turn to wonder.

She sat beside me, and looked at me. She was certainly not cross, and neither was dad.

“So, you found my wig. I had been using it myself, to relive some of my youth, but I'm pleased to see that you're using it too.”

“You are?!”

“Because its only telling us more so, that you want to be female.” she replied. “I know I got you started, by dressing you up as a girl, but seeing how you showed no oppostion to it, made us wonder. So, do you want to be woman?”

“I do, mom. I've been dressing in your clothes for some time now.” I replied.

“Shall we tell.. her?” asked my dad.

My mom looked to him, nodded, then turned back to me.

“We left that wig there on purpose, so that you could find it. Though I was using it myself, it was meant for you to use.” she said to me.

“So, you wanted me to become your twin?” I asked.

“Your father and I have been spending years working on creating special wigs. Wigs that can alter the appearance of the wearer. The ones you wore for Halloween were our first prototypes.”

“You mean my Belle wig?” I asked.

“Yes.” replied my dad. “Though they only served to alter your face. Thats why you looked entirely like a girl in the photographs. But that aside, you were still a boy where it mattered.”

“Over the years, we've worked to create wigs that would change the sex of the wearer, and we've finally succeeded. You're wearing the proof, though we knew it worked anyway.”

“You did? I thought you were going to say that I was the lab rat in all this.”

“I tried it out first.” replied my dad. “We created it specifically, to change the wearer into the likeness of your mom, albeit when she was younger. Suspecting that you might be transgender, we decided to leave the wig for you.”

“So, does this mean you left me alone on purpose?” I asked.

“Well, kind of.” replied my dad. “Though we have been working on bettering the technology.”

“How many hours have you got left?” asked my mom.

“Eh, around 6 hours.” I replied, after checking the clock on the wall.

“Using the full 12?” smiled my dad. “I had to try all 12 settings, just to make sure it worked.”

“So, about this new technology?” I asked.

“We want to create a wig that uses the wearers DNA, rather than a preset, like that one you're wearing, does.” replied my mom. “Therefore, the wig would change you into your female equivalent.”

“Of course, we're planning to put these on the market, when they're ready.” said my dad. “Still a few things to work on first.”

“Could you make me one?” I asked.

“We were hoping you would ask that.” replied my dad. “Though I would rather continue to be the guinea pig.”

“Do you like being a woman then?” I asked.

“It has its good points, but I like being a guy.” he replied. “So, how do you like being mom jr?”

“I really enjoy it, since it gives me the chance to be female, but also because I know I'll look beautiful.”

We talked more about it over dinner, and it gave me another chance to try on another outfit, though my mom helped me on this occasion. It was quite something, to speak with your own mom, while being her exact, yet younger, duplicate.

“Don't worry. I've been here before.” she said. “I was present when your dad tested the wig. So call me mad for speaking to myself.”

We both chuckled at the irony of that.

“So, how have you coped with it?” she continued. “Your dad had some trouble getting over it growing around him. I feared it would suffocate him at first.”

“I thought that about myself.” I replied. “But subsequent times, having known what would happen, tried to relax. It was a bit of a surprise to find myself changing into you. Then there was the voice, telling me to become a woman, that hair makes a woman.”

“That last part was just added, to help persuade you to put it on.” she smiled. “I heard it too, but I'm already a woman. It appears that you are too.”

She helped me sort out a dress, then helped me with my hair.

“When you do make me another wig, I hope its long and brunette.”

“Sure. Dark brown has always suited you.” she replied.


So, over dinner, my parents discussed their wigs in more detail, and how they wished to help transgender people. They even wanted to create mens wigs, for women who wished to be men.

However, they didn't want the wigs being used for ill. The ability to change ones appearance was something they didn't want to hand out freely. There were plenty of criminals about who would see the wigs as the perfect means to evade the law. They wanted to come up with a way that would not let this sort of thing happen.

The day continued with me waiting for the wig to come loose. It was nearly 11pm when it did. My mom's “twin sister” was no more, and Mike, her teenage son, was back.

It wasn't the end of her though, for I was allowed to wear the wig more often, albeit for shorter periods. My parents watched me change too, since they were eager to see how I coped. They insisted that the time feature would remain in future designs, though I hoped that one day, they would come up with a design that allowed the changes to be permanent.

Several months later, and my parents came back from their place of work, with the very thing I so wanted: a wig that would bring out my inner girl.

“This is the Mk-4000.” said my dad. “It still has a timer attached to it, in case you're not happy with the results.”

I took the box and removed the wig. It was long and yet, white. They were expecting my reaction to the colour, and answered my question before I could ask it.

“The wig is designed to take on the colour of the wearer.” answered my dad. “Yes, I did try one out, and your mom has taken an interest in the auburn haired woman that I become.”

“I'm begging him to get a wig too, because I can see us all enjoying a girls night out.” added my mom. “So, are you going to try it on?”

“Of course!” I said, taking the wig and heading upstairs to my parents room.

They followed me up and watched as I undressed, and then set about putting the wig on.

“It's set for 1 hour.” said my dad. “You can set it for up to 24 hours this time.”

“Ok.” I replied, and put it on. I then tidied it up with a brush.

Moments later, I felt it get warm. It was kind of pleasant too. I went and stood in front of the mirror and watched. The warmth continued for a few seconds.

“Its just reading your DNA.” said my dad. “Once it has your code, it will begin. Its very much the same as before.”

“Dad, you said you tried one out? You mean there is more than one?”

“There is. That one was the very first, and as soon as we knew it was perfect, we created another, just for you.” he replied. “You see, the wig not only reads your DNA, but it stores a record of it. It will then only work for you. It will also retain the colour too.”

But even as he said that, I heard a voice come from the wig itself.

DNA analysis complete. Initiating changes.

The wig was slowly changing colour, becoming darker. I hoped it would be the same shade as mom's, and it turned out to be the case.

Initiating Stage 1

As my dad had said, the wig was the same as before in how it performed the changes. My face became enveloped in dark brown velvety locks. It didn't seem as bad though, though I could still feel my face being massaged. Minutes later, and the locks retreated from my face. It still looked like my old face, but there was no doubt that it was the face of a girl now. It didn't look too dissimilar to my mom's face.

But I couldn't get round to admiring my new face yet, for the wig was far from finished.

Initiating Stage 2

My torso was the next to be resculpted, along with my arms. My experience with the Mk3000 continued to pay off, as I relaxed as much as possible. When the second stage was complete, I admired my womanly chest for a few minutes before the wig continued.

Initiating Stage 3

The wig grew longer, down to the floor, and wrapped my legs and hips tightly. I retreated to the bed and sat down, before I fell over. I smiled with satisfaction as hairworked its way into my groin and resculpted my sex. Moans of pleasure escaped my lips.

Changes complete. 60 minutes left to expiry.

The wig retreated to its original length, and I was allowed to relax for a few minutes.

“Well, it appears that the beast has become a beauty indeed.” smiled my mom, as she looked at me. “I think you'll be pleased with the results.”

I headed back to the mirror and looked at the brunette beauty within it. I hadn't aged, but my resemblence to my mom was now stronger than ever, though I was no longer her exact double. There was no doubt that I was her daughter though.

“Well, you just need clothes and a name now.” said my mom. “As for the latter, I had planned on calling you Elizabeth, had you been born a girl.”

“I like it.” I smiled. “Though I wouldn't mind being called Belle.”

“So, you want to be called Belle?” she asked.

“No, Elizabeth will be fine.” I replied. “But I'll always be your Belle.”

After ensuring that I was perfectly ok, and suffering no side effects, my mom sorted clothes out for me from her own wardrobe. No perfect fits, but they would do till I got my own.

I was soon aware that the timer in the wig did give warnings concerning the time remaining. The hour soon passed, and when the wig was removed, it remained dark brown. Just to prove a point, my dad put it on, only for nothing to happen. After adjusting the time to several hours, I put the wig on again, and it proceeded to make me female once more.

My mom then took me out shopping for clothes and make-up. I decided to tell her there and then, that I wanted a bigger wardrobe than her, resulting in her accepting the challenge.

For the weeks to come, I spent all my free time as Elizabeth, while I continued school as Mike. However, it weighed on my mind that my time as Elizabeth wasn't total. I longed to be part of a school sorority.

However, my prayer was answered. My parents were obviously aware of my feelings, and they told me that I would be transferred to another school come the end of the year, and that I would be attending that school as Elizabeth.

All they had to do, was remove the timer from the wig. It was a delicate operation, but they managed it. By this time, I had cleared up all business as Mike, and was ready to start over as Elizabeth. When I placed the wig on, I got the usual messages, but the timer messages never happened.

Hours passed, and the wig remained secure. I even got to sleep with it on, and still no budging. It was clear that Mike no longer existed. I was Elizabeth Carters for all time.

So, I ended up having the best summer ever, with more shopping trips, and days on the beach. My parents continued their work on the wigs, and concentrated more on solving the security problems. They quickly realised that the DNA configuration was useful if anyone ended up having their wig stolen since for anyone else, it was just an ordinary wig. Each would also have its own serial number too, and all sales would be on an order only basis. Wigs without timers, which were classified as Mk4000i, were also made exclusively for order, and only to those who bought the timer version first. Getting the government to pass laws allowing for identity changes, was a challenge, but with support from the trans community, it was achieved.

After the summer, I began my new school with a new identity, thanks to the new law. I was soon settling in, and making waves. There are several good looking boys that have caught my eye, and I'm struggling on who to choose to be my prom date. On the other hand, I'm getting no shortage of invites, but I'm hoping to get the best date if possible. What isn't in doubt, is that I want to wear a bright yellow dress at the prom. I really do intend to be the “Belle of the Ball”.