I couldn’t believe Emily was almost naked. And best of all standing right infront of me asking for sex. It was hard to believe just two hours ago she was my best friend Tom. Her first reaction was denial, she even kicked me in the nuts and ran away.
“Stop it!” Cass yelled.
He found it hard to keep his mind off her. The way she walked atop of high heels in that sexy skirt and black pantyhose. No one else was like it. She was definitely his favourite teacher. He sat there trying to do his homework but he couldn’t, his mind was on something else. Her. Miss Longley.
Then boom. Everything changed. The text book, the calculator and his pictures of him with family vanished. The desk was different too. A vaguely familiar piece of writing which looked like an essay or report of sorts was spread on the desk. It was his essay on sociology, the one he handed in two weeks ago. He hadn’t got it back because it hadn’t been marked. It was strange.
He reaches forward with his delicate manicured hand. It took him a moment to realise it but the hand wasn’t is. Further investigation via frisking his body up and down confirmed that he was a she. On his chest were breasts and nothing lied down below.
He sits there shocked and panicked, trying to come to terms with being female. He is a she. It’s not right. It must be a dream.
He continues to observe his now her body. Skirt, sizeable breasts, nice clean shaven legs beneath pantyhose and heels. He kicks the heels off under the desk and let’s his new girly pantyhose covered feet slide across the wooden floor like silk.
He stands and sees a mirror he walks across. It was soon clear that he was Miss Longley. Instantly, he began ripping the clothes off her body. He’d been picturing her naked for eternity finally he would know what she looked like under those clothes. He wasn’t disappointed. She was pure beauty.
After many moments of admiration. He had to be serious. He was Miss Longley. There was no going back. He had to accept it and do her job, mark those papers. He now stared to himself that he was a she and her name was Leanne Longley.
She threw some comfortable clothes on and got to it. She marked paper after paper. Many were quite interesting. She definitely found marking it more interesting than writing. The height of the pile decreased and decreased and decreased until nothing remained. She was done. She could go to bed and enjoy her body.
Time passed, she learnt how to live as Miss Longley. She didn’t want to arouse suspicion so she tried to make it as realistic as possible. She dresses, wore make up and did her hair like Miss Longley. She even taught like Miss Longley. She loves it. Nothing beats being the sexy school teacher in hosiery and heels. Nothing.
Summer vacation passed by in a blur of sex, sex, and more sex with Adam, and day after day he started to act more and more like he was my girlfriend. It had finally gotten to the point where I stopped questioning things and went with it. I mean after all I was having sex with this beautiful creature who shared pretty much all the same interests as me, and when I did try to question it, I would just get the same answer again and again. “It’s just what best buds do.” It was becoming something of a mantra that I lived by. Adam and I spent every day together. He claimed that he wanted to take a break from chasing girls and focus on his friendships, me of course being the primary focus.
However all things must come to an end, and summer vacation was no exception. I actually liked going back to school, the chance to see friends who went out of town, getting new books and seeing who was in all your classes. I didn’t get people who loathed the first day of school.
As fate would have it, Adam had all the same classes as me, much to his glee, and I had to say I was pretty glad, knowing I would have at least one good friend in all my classes. The whole day we walked from class to class together, Adam wrapped around my arm like I’d seen so many girls do with their boyfriends. I already knew everyone would see this as completely normal as I once again chanted the mantra, “It’s just what best buds do”.
As the day went on however, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, like there was something in plain sight that I was failing to see, and it wasn’t until gym class that it hit me in the face like a brick wall. As I opened the doors to the boys’ locker room, I stopped dead in my tracks. There were a number of girls in the locker room. At least they had the bodies of girls. As I looked at them more closely, I realized I recognized them as my classmates. My male classmates or at least formerly male, and there they were, stripping down in the boys’ locker room among actual guys like it was the most normal thing in the world.
This posed questions that my mantra no longer covered. This had to be Ms Goodwin’s handiwork, but why? My thoughts were pushed aside by Adam tugging on my arm, no doubt wondering why we’d stopped. I figured the only thing I could do was to go along with it. Adam went ahead into the locker room to find an open locker to claim. He called me over wanting me to take the one next to him.
Adam’s locker was to my left, and to my right was the locker of a person I recognized as Nate Birschart, and I was really surprised to see that he was one of the transformed guys. Looking at the goddess sitting on the bench taking off his bra, Nate’s female form was the antithesis of what he was as a guy. I mean here sat a leggy, very well stacked porcelain doll with a gorgeous fiery red mane of hair, where before he had the body of the quintessential nerd. His tall, lanky body, pasty white skin, and frizzy jewfro, along with his shy personality put him on the receiving end of a lot of bullying. I always felt bad for the guy and hated it when I’d see people bully him. In fact, near the end of our sophomore year in this very locker room I stopped two goons who were picking on him by playing “keep away” with Nate’s b….bra!
Holy shit! That meant he had been like this for well over a year, and I never noticed! I remember snatching the bra out of the air and chasing the goons off, then handing the bra back to him like it was completely normal.
I started thinking back on my past interactions with all the other transformed guys and realized it was the same for them too. I had interacted with all of them like they were normal guys when they had these female bodies. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when they changed, but they were definitely all different from each other. So I was just as oblivious as the rest of the world to their changes, but why could I see them now? Just more and more questions.
I made it through PE, although it was very distracting as all the transformed guys wore skimpy workout clothes instead of the standard issue t shirt and shorts that even the girls’ PE class wore. Showering was another story though. Seeing all those feminine bodies glistening under the running water was starting to turn me on. The next thing I knew, Adam was on his knees sucking me off right in the middle of the shower room. As per usual, no one batted an eyelash, and I felt an odd sense of comfort saying my mantra underneath my breath.
As I exited the locker room, with Adam once again wrapped around my arm, I heard a girl’s voice call out my name. Looking around, I found the source to Delilah. I was instantly on edge, knowing full well what her mother was capable of.
“Hey so my mom would like you to come over tonight.” She said cheerfully.
I on the other hand was anything but cheerful, “What? Why? I haven’t done anything to piss her off have I?” I asked, scared that I might be next.
Delilah laughed, flashing a gorgeous smile, “No, silly, it’s nothing like that. It’s something good I promise. She just wants to make a deal with you, and for what it’s worth…I really hope you say ‘yes’. Oh and Adam, you come too.”
And with that, Delilah walked off, leaving me to wonder just what the hell kind of deal Ms Goodwin wanted to strike with me. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful other than Adam giving me hand job underneath the desk during study hall. When the final bell rang, I exited the school, nervous about meeting Ms Goodwin as well as bewildered by the situation I found myself in, but looking over at Adam, I knew I at least had something to take my mind off things until then.
When I headed off to the small college I already knew my cousin Rachel had been very popular, and that people would be sad that she was graduating. When I visited campus my senior year of high school she took me around. When she introduced me to one of the science graduate students Luke said with a smile, “It will be extra hard when he replaces you on study dates.”
This one was requested by @Lfr1106 🙂
“I’m sorry for being a racist bitch master.” Juliet whimpered looking up at her latest client.
“Shut up bitch or you don’t get my cock.”
“Sorry master.” She sucked the tip titfucking him.
Juliet seemed perfect for her life, as if she was born to it and in a way she was.
Jonathan was a racist, swastika tattoo, constant comments and complaints about anyone not ‘white’, though his definition of white was pretty strict. At first I was meant to help him in a more traditional way, but even I got annoyed after the tattoo. The final straw was when he called me to bail him out after a fight, I won’t repeat the term he used to describe the others in the fight but it wasn’t remotely kind, and so I brought him back to him place.
“This place is a shit hole.” Were the last words he ever said.
I knew his family wanted nothing to do with him, so I could work freely, no cover up or loose ends. First I got my own fun making him a dumb little asian chick, all giggles and obedience to repay me for the bail, then I started making Juliet. The first thing I knew she’d need a big booty and a huge rake to match, then some big lips and a Mediterranean complexion, next was rewiring her brain, making her love sex and use it to make up for her racist past. Now I pimp her out to any guy she would have hated as Jonathan.
“What else should I change?” I asked myself while browsing through the app options. I had already altered my body completely. The first thing I had tried was growing breasts. I changed my eye and hair color, my body shape, my gender, my face, everything.
Jeff had made a wish the night before, as he had so many other nights that he would wake up a beautiful woman. He wasn’t specific, but in his mind he had an idea of what he wanted. Being a man his entire life, he had somewhat extreme ideas of his features, of course the large breasts being one of them, along with an ample bottom, narrow waist, and wide hips. If he was going to wake up a woman, he wanted to be as far away from being a man as possible, and being somewhat ultra feminine, this would happen.
Today’s contestant is @MiraMinx 🙂 Enjoy