Wendy watched as Rianne finished masturbating as she watched her own film debut and tried to process her new situation… Wendy couldn’t wait to watch that little slutty tramp try and deal with the changes Wendy had come up with. This was going to be great!
James sat in the back of his friend’s car cold and wet and pissed off with his friends.
“What do you think, honey?”, Linda asked her boyfriend Jules. “Hmm… I dunno. You look really cute in that dress, but isn’t this dress made for girls with breasts?”, Jules mockingly answered.
“Hey! Just because I have small boobs doesn’t mean I have no boobs.”, Linda furiously shouted at Jules. “Calm down, Linda! Please it was just a joke!” “JUST A JOKE!? You make these kinda Jokes every single fucking day and I don’t know if I can do this anymore. You want fucking big tits, hm? Then I’ll give you big tits! Just wait and see!”.
Well, it’s been three weeks since I used the wrong body wash. I’ve realized by now that I’m never going to be a man again. But, I don’t care if I do, because sex in the shower is orgasmic! Every time I get in the shower , It triggers my hormones and makes me horny as hell! Here I am with my dildo having some fun in the shower!
I had a dirty, little secret; I enjoyed body swapping while my wife was away on business trips. Not that I did it obsessionally, just every couple months to forget my daily troubles and live in the world of someone else.
*Slurpslurp*
I stood on my tip toes staring blankly at Hank. Except I wasnt on my tip toes, that’s just how it felt in the clear platform high heals I now wore. Earlier today I had been a young man, average I’d say. Now all I had on was underwear and these heals. But this wasn’t some dorm bet, I was actually wearing a bra and panties, and they fit perfectly. So I stood, knees straight, in the living room as Hank circled me.
Not too long ago I was transformed my cursed dildo into a bimbo. I tried to fight it, but sadly, I succumbed to its power, and for months I was one of the biggest bimbos at school. One day, for no apparent reason at all, my mind got clear, and I stopped being a bimbo. I was still Amy, I had her body, but I was no longer fixated with having sex. All of my friends, who had gone through the same changes, never recovered, they were still bimbos. Nobody seemed to have memory of our former selves, it was like we had always been bimbos. The worst part was when my brother got transformed into a bimbo too.
Peter couldn’t believe this was really happening to him. He felt ridiculous standing barefoot in his sister Katie’s college dorm with her panties hugging his smooth flat crotch…no, HER crotch, he corrected himself. He refused to accept this body and these panties and her stupid hair in any way as his own. “Katie, you can’t be serious,” he protested into his IPhone, pouting indignantly as his sister doubled over laughing in his former body on the FaceTime app. “What am I supposed to do now, order a pizza and take some Midol for the night?”
When Tiffany had wished he could redo High School as one of the popular kids, attending senior prom in a blue dress being held by her boyfriend was not the intention. She had been Tom, an overweight college age guy who had missed out on all the good experiences of high school. When a Genie had appeared to him he had wished to be the most popular and attractive person in his class.