Adam and Mark found the spellbook in the library, but not just any spellbook, the Tantrus Libidica. The spells all seemed pretty simple and powerful, but required fuel. Fortunately they were both young men in their early twenties, and the Tantrus Libidica was a sex magic book. Some sperm was all that was needed.
Even after six months of being pregnant Matthew was still getting used to the strange life of being a pregnant woman as he went for his last check up before his due date still in disbelief at how big and heavy he had gotten.
It had been a long day and Jack was excited to finally have some time to himself. The party at work, the special dinner with friends, it had all been great, but now, he just wanted to be alone. That envelope that came in the morning mail had been on his mind all day. Happy Birthday it said on the outside and it was addressed from your secret self. He kept thinking it after his girlfriend Becky dropped my off at the door. “See you tomorrow beautiful,” said as she kissed him good night. Finally, home alone he rushed to his room and picked up the strange envelope. It had a pair of green stockings inside with a note…”To the beautiful you from your secret self! Put me on.” Ever since he was a little boy, he had always loved putting on pretty stockings, trying on his sister’s panties and bras and wondering what it would be like to have long hair and perky tits. This seemed like a special gift indeed. He took off his clothes and took a quick shower. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he put on one stocking and then the other. He stood up and as he did, he felt a bit of a rush. “What is that feeling rolling down my back,” he wondered. He rushed over to the full-length mirror on the closet door. “Ohmigod!” His voice was not the deep baritone he was used to hearing, but rather, lush and sultry. He saw a beautiful redhead (“I always fantasized I was a ginger!”) staring back at her. She ran her fingers up and down her smooth, white legs. A small smile came to her luscious lips as she felt a warm rush all over her new body. The phone rang. “Hello?” she said in a beautiful new voice. “Its me, came back a kind of familiar voice. Its the old you. When you go to work tomorrow, everyone will know you as you are now, the beautiful Brenda. And your old girlfriend, the one who just kissed you goodnight, will now be your handsome and horny boyfriend Buck. He will look a lot like the old you only slimmer and a lot sexier. Happy Birthday…Brenda, your wishes have finally come true.” Before she could say a work, the line clicked over to a dial tone. “What was that?” Brenda said to herself as she returned the phone to the cradle. She looked over at herself in the mirror, I love these new stockings. I hope that Buck enjoys taking them off as I do putting them on.
If you ever make the trip to TG Island don’t be surprised to find dozens of nude women on the nudist beach which is located on the west side.
Here we have Norman. Norman was given a ticket to TG island from his coworkers. Since his arrival he had transformed and now likes to be called Neroli. Neroli had spent the majority of her time on the nudist beach. However, she will not come off her towel. She is afraid of getting sand in her new pussy. But eventually her holiday will end and she will regret never moving of the towel or moving away from the island. After all, Norman’s life is pretty plain.
As Marie got used to her new teenage self, she realized that her son would be home soon. And the thought of this drove her small body insane. Her tits flared, she swore she could feel a pulse in her tight, virgin pussy, and she started touching herself. And just as her son pulled into the driveway, she scurried to find clothes, but realized they’d be useless if her main intention was to get them off as soon as possible. Marie’s son enters the house,
Matt was going to regret this in the morning but for the moment he was too drunk and to horny in his temporary female body to care.
I walked through the house looking for my mom, trying to suppress the feminine sway that came with this body and this ass. This effort only aided in making my movements stiff and making me jiggle more than I already did. Still, I was able to manage until I nearly fell on my face, a pair of heels suddenly appearing on my feet.
“Damn it mom…” I said under my breath as I stopped to step out of the heels. Once they were off I took a step and nearly fell over once again, the shoes having reappeared on my feet. Obviously my mom’s got the real-time monitor on Adobe Change and she’s actively editing me, so when she saw I took the heels off she put them back on me with just one click. I let out an annoyed ‘Grrr’ and continued to find her, heels be damned. To my further anger, I found it next to impossible to avoid swaying my hips and ass while wearing these heels.
Jolene sat on the couch naked, watching Cheryl strip in front of her. She finally unhooked her black bra, and held it limply at her side, giving her girlfriend a coy look before walking over to her, pulling her panties down over her swaying hips as she did so. Jolene was mesmerized, though not by her girlfriend’s exposed boobs. No, her eye was drawn to her stomach, and the slight jiggle it had.
All of that faded however, as Cheryl grabbed one of Jolene’s massive tits and pressed her hand into it as their lips made contact…
It was long past the day when I could have transitioned. I was 34 and the effects of testosterone were irreversible. That’s what I thought until one morning when I heard a ring at the door. Standing outside was a fit little piece of ass in a pretty kinky 80s gym-type bondage outfit. It wasn’t really my style.
“Hello, Tyrone,” she said, “I know this kind of outfit isn’t the kind of thing you like yet.”
“What? Who are you?” I said.
“I’m Theresa. You’ve never met me, but I know you quite well.”
I took a good look at her face. She looked like she could be my sister.
“How does that work, exactly,” I asked, “are you–like–a stalker?”
“No,” she responded, “I’m you in 150 years!”
I was stunned. Apparently at the age of 64, after saving money for a decade and drawing prototype bodies each night, I died of a heart attack and was cryogenically frozen. After reanimation I took advantage of neo-humanity’s mastery of molecular biology to transform myself into a sexy vixen.
After much deliberation, my feminized self convinced me to go a few rounds in the bed. I had learned a lot in the century and a half that separated us.
After the sex I became despondent. She didn’t have to ask me what the matter was.
“Chill out, Ty,” she said, “you don’t think I just came here to tease you, do you? As soon as we met we became two different people on different timelines. You don’t have to wait like I did. You’re coming to my time period today. I’m very wealthy in the future. If you think this body is nice, wait till you see the one I’ve designed for you!
The TG restaurant was a bizarre place. Some avoided it in the fear of changing their bodies while others raced there in mere excitement as they wanted to change their bodies.
Chris saw the new food place as the perfect opportunity to experience life as a woman. He went in and pondered over the menu for almost an hour. He was unsure of wether he wanted to be a teen, milf, slut, have a big ass, big tits, be curvy or be slim. In the end the main factor in his decision was sitting. He assumed that women with big rear-ends find it extremely comfortable due to their extra cushioning.
So Chris ordered the Booty Burrito. Chris found the Burrito quite yummy but the changes to his body were delicious. He soon became a beautiful blonde with a big round soft ass. Chris chose her new name to be Clara. And ran to the bathroom to observe her changes. She couldn’t stop looking at her spectacular ass and couldn’t wait to find tight clothes that would show it off.