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My cousin wasn’t amused when I found her dildo while rummaging through her stuff. I started waving it around and taunted her for not being able to get a real guy to stick it in her. Erin told me that a good dildo was just as good as a man sometimes. “How about you find out yourself?”, she offered. I didn’t have time to reply.
After months of planning, my best friend Randy and I got the word from the girls. It was time. We had met the girls at a company party our fathers worked out. Randy’s and my dads were mid level managers on the industrial side of the company, while the girls’ fathers were on the board of directors. The two beautiful girls approached us at the party, introduced themselves as Celine and Lily, and started asking us all kinds of questions. What were our plans after we graduated high school? Did we want to join the company or not? Randy and I were so stunned they were talking to us we just answered their questions. We revealed that I wanted to be a musician, and randy dreamed of one day becoming a world class ballet dancer, much to the disapproval of our fathers, who wanted us to join the company. Upon hearing this, the girls started opening up themselves. They revealed their desire to one day run the company, and their vision for the future of the company. They were ambitious to say the least, but none of that mattered as they knew their fathers would never allow women on the board of directors. Their fathers saw them as their little princesses, there to do nothing but look pretty. The girls took us to another room and explained their plan.
Tad had always wanted to titty fuck Nadia Knockers, the local stripper sensation. When she finally invited him into the VIP room backstage after a lap dance, bending her turquoise painted fingernail as a notion to come on back, he was ecstatic! He was tenting in his pants immediately.
Anthony and Kareem didn’t let anything stop them from making cash. A cat will always land on it’s feet, went the old urban legend, and they were proof enough of that, though they weren’t “cats.” At least, not anymore. That witch had made sure of that. They were more like kitties now.
“Oh, look, Kevin! I think my pathetic ex-husband is enjoying herself! I told you that you were a much better lay than he was!” My ex-wife was sitting there, watching her new boyfriend pounding away at my new pussy. It was all so confusing and happening so fast, I hardly knew how I should react. But, oh, damn, this did feel so good!
I’m not saying I was the most fit person, however I wasn’t out of shape if you know what I mean. So I was browsing one of my favorite websites, opentgcaptions.com, and the usual advertisement popped up as soon as I enter the page, however this one caught my eye.
Mark, Tom, Frank, Lucas & Scott sat naked in the waiting room waiting to see miss Marguerite headmistress of Susan Lockhart’s school for badly behaved boys.
James walk through the pits trying to ignore the wolf whistles and cheap innuendo from all the men around him.
As soon as the changes started, I stripped off all of my clothes to watch the transformation in front of the mirror. It was just like I had always fantasized. With every nerve in my body tingling, my flesh was moulded like clay. Limbs thinned, and my waist pinched in. My ass rounded into a pert bubble, and breasts rose from my chest. They were beautiful and perfect, and I immediately cupped them with my shrinking hands, revelling in the feeling of my rapidly lengthening nails digging into the soft flesh. Hair rippled from my scalp like rivers as my face shifted and smoothed. I looked on in wonder as my crude manly features became graceful and cute, even sexy, with soft pink lips, a button nose, and dark eyes with heavy lashes. Finally my penis, fully erect from the arousal of feeling up my increasingly feminine figure, began to shrink in clear distinct bursts. Suddenly, the pleasure I had been feeling reached a crescendo. I collapsed onto my bed in a blissful orgasm as what remained of my penis shrivelled into a cute, pink clit, right above my blossoming vagina.
The witch said I was cursed, trapped as a woman until I had sex with a man in my new form. Too bad she didn’t know that being a woman is the one thing I’ve always wanted. I look down at my new body, still panting with the aftershocks of an orgasm, and I know I’ll do whatever it takes to stay in this delicious body as long as I can. Sure I have to avoid sleeping with a man, but how hard could it be? After all, there are plenty of other ways for a girl to keep herself occupied. In fact, I think I’ll try one now . . .