When i was a kid i had a friend. Her name was Jenny and we were inseparable. Unfortunately her dad found a new job, far away from out town and her family had to move out. I was very sad back then, Jenny was my only friend and now i was left alone.
Time passed and we didn’t had any contact. Eventually i moved on with my life and met new friends. I still remember her and i wish to see how is she doing.
Harold and John were two roommates who met in college and had been best friends since. Practically brothers, they always connected through their shared worldviews and hobbies and opinions. They agreed on nearly everything until, the Role Exchanger appeared at the amusement park on the day that Harold and John were there, hitting both of them several times.
(Sweet dreams, girl. Enjoy.) That’s what Marvin heard in his head each night when he staggered to his bed and passed out.
William might of gained a gorgeous female body after the great shift and even though he enjoyed fingering himself he missed the sensation of having his hard cock in his hand feeling it jerk when he came.
I was a fairly skilled wizard, but I always looking to acquire more magical knowledge. I’d heard that there was a coven a couple towns over that had a massive archive of magical information, but they only let witches into their sanctum, never any wizards. I had an idea of how to get around that, though. It was a spell I’d never used before so I wasn’t sure how it was going to turn out.
As Ted looked at himself from his one night stand’s body, he was shocked!
Harold was talking to Ms. Sexy Legs on the phone, and said he wanted to be able to see and touch those legs right away. Thinking she would invite him over, Harold got excited as she explained it would be possible for him to see and touch them soon. Little did Harold know what was involved.
The blue van squealed into the lot, and Timothy shook his long blonde hair and adjusted the woolen scarf around his neck while shivering from the chill.
Me and my younger brother Doug had always been close, he was three years younger than me but we got along great. Still things changed one night when my mom came into my Room. You see Doug had been feeling odd for a few weeks so they had gone to the doctor that morning and now I was getting the news.
She keeps a watchful eye on me. Every time I act out of line, make a non-feminine action, or lock myself up, she sends a pulse. What is a pulse? A warm vibrant energy that gradually builds within my new dainty frame until it explodes into a crescendo of orgasmic delight. My entire body vibrates within itself as my mind is wracked back and forth by the female pleasure. Every time I clutch my sides and moan out in the most sultry voice; automatically. The feeling of my vagina’s walls spasming; the wetness that dampens my thighs; the sweet scent of my feminine nectar. The complete overflow of female hormones caused by sudden bliss enthralls my mind and body into a state of pure carnal pleasure after the pulse. I am forced to seek the nearest method for a second release- whether that be my hand, a toy, or a man. Then I simply melt into my body’s lust and sit there in a wave of femininity.