Eugene had been a fisherman for fifty years, like his father before him and his grandfather too. His grandfather always claimed it all went all way back to his ancestor in ancient Greece, who seduced an ocean nymph and was blessed with good fortune at sea. Of course, Eugene never believed that.
See the symbol I’m making with my hands. You’re thinking peace. I mean V. V for vagina. V for the flat crotch that signifies a female. V for the vagina that is the reason that I am currently sitting to pee and not standing. However, it wasn’t always like this.
I was a man. That’s right, a man. I had a D. D for dick. Then, it happened. My sister found an app and thought it would be fun to make me female for a little while. I was so furious but I had no choice. The app destroyed everything male about me. Clothes, possessions and of course my body. I had more make up then what I knew what to do with. She made me embrace being a chick. I had to wear female clothes, I had to have long hair, I had to have make up. It was so hard learning. However, I knew she would never change me back unless I at least tried.
It wasn’t easy. Everything was so different. I almost wasn’t sure I was still human. Despite overly frustrating sitting to urinate was strange. I really got sick of that cold toilet seat and I feared public toilets like a child fears monsters. Long hair was always in the way and men won’t stop looking at you. The thought I was one of them disgusts me.
I kept on pushing. Adjusting and adjusting and adjusting. Trying to make it normal. Trying to gain the respect essential to making me a man again. However, I began to gain interests. Interests that frightened me. The mandatory shopping trips with my sister which were initially completely and utterly despised became bearable. Very bearable in fact. I was thinking about which skirt looked best and which boots suited me. I was beginning to like shopping for women’s stuff.
My sister kept on mentioning the pros of being a woman. I was constantly reminded of the space downstairs. She obsessed with reminding me of the incredibly blissful orgasms only having a vagina can cause. Not to mention the soft sexy ass cushion only females have and the tits.
It made me think. I’d never crossed my legs as a man. Never. It was just to uncomfortable. When you’re packing all that down there it’s just not practical. Now, as a woman, I subconsciously crossed my legs. One day my sister even put stuff in my panties to simulate having male genitalia again. The stuff was probably only the third of the size of what I had before but it taught me. I hated that day. I couldn’t get comfortable. I couldn’t cross my legs or sit comfortably. I’d became used to being a woman and I’d liked it.
The app was quite advanced. One day she got rid of my feminine ass and gave me a flat masculine one much like the one I’d previously had. Everything else remained female. I hated it. I sorely missed the feeling of my ass swinging, squishing, squeezing and rolling as I walked in tight jeans. Not to mention, how uncomfortable it was to sit without the padding. She was about to take my breasts but I told her no. I couldn’t say goodbye to having tits, especially if I wasn’t getting my dick back in return.
However, I began to think I didn’t want my dick back. Having a vagina was pretty cool. Then she mentioned the lack of smooth skin. I thought about it and she was right. I loved my smooth hairless skin that encased the entirety of my sexy body.
Then the day came. My sister and I had a long discussion. We covered the pros and cons of being female. I told her after lengthy discourse that I wanted to stay a woman. She tried to ensure that I was sure sighting reasons like lack of strength and having to sit to pee but I told her no. I like those things because that’s what makes me who I am. Who I want to be.
So, I’m a woman. It’s permanently. I kept my V. V is for vagina and I have one. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I can’t thank my sister enough. I simply can’t put it into words. I feel bad for being so upset early on when really she was doing me a favour. She allowed me to be a proud member of the better sex. The sex that has vaginas. The sex that wears skirts. The sex that have long hair. The sex that have breasts. The sex that sit to pee. The sex that includes me.
You look in the mirror with astonished eyes, in front of you the reflection of your crush watching back. You were friends for years and when you confessed to her things were not the same anymore, also the tattoo that you made togheter got another meaning. The word “Damage” on your wrists was to remember all the things you went through as friend, and now it’s only meaning was the pain of the two of you not being a couple. And so today, while watching at it crying you wished for things to be different, and that’s when it happened: suddenly under the tattoo now appeared her bracelets, and her pigtails now falling down with armony on your chest was no mistake. You are now her. Running for a mirror you finally take a look at the love of your life from her point of view. Her stunning beaty paralyzes you, every details you missed are now there for you. The lips you always yerned for, her ginger hairs, the elegance of her cleavage, and eyes you could lose yourself in for days. Altough it could be a strange situation you feel somehow ok with it, also starting to feel like she would and remembering her memories, with all that you both went through and with your big surprise her feelings for you. In that moment a notifications arrives on her phone. It’s you, apparently unaware of what happened. Maybe you’ll never find out what really happened, but while looking at the old you and feeling a warm deep in your chest you realize that now on things will be different.
Tristan would never have imagined that this would happen when he agreed to help his crush Jillian with a photography sesion. As she proposed that, he happily accepted, just wanting to spend some time with her. They drove into a tranquil, far cove and she started to prepare their cameras and such things.
“Well Tristan, I just want you to put this on and pose, standing on the beach. It will be easy, just act natural, OK?”-She said.
He just took the bag and went to change behind some trees. In the bag there was just a small, pink bikini.
“Emm… Jill, I think you made a mistake, there is a bikini here!”-Shouted from behind the trees.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I just want to make some work with boys dressed as girls. I’ll pixel your face before publishing the photos if you want.”
He agreed and put the bikini on. Suddenly his body started to change. He grew a nice pair of breasts and in few minutes his body was the one of a very attractive woman. If he had a mirror, he would have seen an exact copy of Kate Upton.
He ran to Jillian, terrified. “What have you done to me?”-He said in a sweet feminine voice
“Oh, sorry for not telling you about, Kate. I’ve enchanted this bikini to make you look like a supermodel. If you tell me at the end of the sesion, I’ll reverse the spell, I promise”
Tristan, or Kate, began to model. It was so easy, she felt that she had done it a thousand times before. She loved every second of the sesion, that lasted for hours. At the end, she was so excited and happy, and knew she was going to be a woman for the rest of her life
Hannah said she would get revenge on Ted and take his life, and she did it. When he entered her body he heard a machine say that the slut transfer was complete. He darted up an seen he had boobs and a pussy, and long hair, and gazing at the mirror, he no she was now Hannah! Before he could even scream, Hannah’s boy toys entered the room, all twelve of them, naked and ready for action. Finally new Hannah screamed as the dudes approached, half scared and half aroused!
It was exactly 3 months ago, when for no reason at all, I woke up in Emily, my younger sister’s body. It was scary at first, specially since my formerself acted like nothing had happened. I pretended to be her while I figured out what had happened, It was weird being 18 and going to college again. I hated how guys kept looking at me. My sister is good looking at all, but I never expected to have so many guys oogling me.
“I know the deal was to one night of experimenting” Andrew told himself as he woke up early in the morning. Placing his left hand over his head, “but it felt so good, so right” he whispered. His girlfriend Emily had turned him into a girl last night, “to have a night that will be hard to forget” Emily had said.
How could he know? Tom was quite bored last saturday morning. He grabbed a black sharpie and started drawing on his body, pretending he had tattoos. He started with a small spaceship close to his belly button. Then a devil and a woman being seduced by him. A broken casket bellow his belly button. Then he looked for some ideas online. He added some kind of comic strip on his left arm.
So here i am a 55 year old man with grey hair. I decided to dye my hair and surprise my girlfriend being she was 20 years younger then me I wanted to look younger for her. People say it make you look 10 year younger. I go to the store and was looking for Just For Men hair dye when i came across a coupon for a new dye that women use. It was 5 dollars off, figuring it all the same stuff I found my color and bought it. I got home and mixed the stuff together and started to apply it to my hair. The smell was awesome and tingling was a little strange. I ve done this before and never felt this good. So 30 min later i started to wash it out and noticing as i was washing it out the Tingling was now going though my whole body and my hair seem real thick. After drying my hair i seen that it was now long and I seem to have boobs. Looking in the mirror I was shocked that I was now a Girl. I had to get back to the store so i went into my girlfriends draw and for some reason I actually put on one of her bikinis. Playing with my hair and posing i just could not help myself and started taking selfies. I looked really awesome and felt so young.
I hope my girlfriend doesn’t get pis at me, not just because i fill out this bikini better then she did, but i think im going to like this. Seem like my mind has changed as well. Maybe a trip to the Mall and some shopping we can hit a club tonight. that should work…..
Joe and Jack were were flatmates and friends.
“I am tire of being single.”Said Jack
“Yeah me too.” Said Joe.
“I wish both had a hot busty teenage slutty girlfriend.”