I have a really cute sister, but she is shy as hell. Being the older brother, I tend to make fun of her, it’s not that I hate her, it is just that I don’t want her to put up with a–holes. So, I piss her off so she knows how to defend herself.
I loved my girlfriend Samantha. Perhaps it was my love of her that made me blind to just the kind of person she was. I was very much the nerdy type, skinny with adult acne type of thing, but I had made some smart investments with some inheritance money when I was just out of high school, so I had quite a bit of money. She liked to shop, alot, and I liked having sex with a gorgeous girl. Everything seemed to be going well until one day when she came home with what she told me was a wishing stone. With an evil grin on her face, she wished for me to transform into her ideal lesbian lover. As the wishing stone crumbled to dust, breasts grew on my chest, my hair grew out, and my skin cleared up becoming smooth as silk. She then introduced me to her boyfriend Kevin, an incredibly handsome man, who she had been seeing behind my back for some time. She told me I was to be their sex slave. I was to be theirs to use whenever and however they wanted.
Needless to say I felt betrayed and helpless. I had no identification, no social security number, nothing. I was no one. I felt I had no choice but to submit, and that’s how it was, for a while. In the beginning, Mark was let’s just say enthusiastic about his new living situation. He used and abused me, calling me degrading names, fucking my throat, and even ramming his dick in my ass without any warning. It was a rough time, and he enjoyed it, for a while.
You see, no matter the circumstances, when you live with someone for a while, you get to know each other. Mark and I started to find that we had a lot in common. We were both fans of basketball and even had the same favorite team. However, unlike me, he actually had the body to play in high school. Our relationship started to grow as we would hang out and watch games together, and no doubt thanks to the new hormones circulating through my body, i started to fall for him. In less than six months, I had gone from sex slave to girlfriend.
We were crazy for each other, and Samantha was fuming. She was so pissed when Kevin broke up with her, and I dared to stand up to her. I was a little fearful that she’d simply make another wish, but that stone must have been her only one, as no other wish ever came. Her anger quickly turned to panic however, as she realized what being kicked out would entail. At first she was totally dependent on my income, which she effectively destroyed when she destroyed my identity as all my wealth passed on to my parents and sister when I was presumed dead. After her wish, she was totally dependent on Kevin’s income, which was quite impressive in its own right. She had no skills, no education to fall back on. Were she to be kicked out, she’d be on the street.
What’s worse was she had no one else to go to. She had gotten cocky. Thinking she was untouchable, she had shown her bitchy side to a lot of people. She wouldn’t have an easy time finding another rich sap to spend loads of money on.
And that brings us to our current state of affairs. Kevin and I are now happily engaged, I got myself a new identity and am going to school. We even bought a new house together. Samantha is still with us too. We basically use her to enhance our own sexual interactions, mostly having her suck Kevin’s balls or lick my ass while we have sex. Her duties also include performing any sexual act we ask of her though Kevin doesn’t take advantage of that all that often. I, on the other hand, enjoy giving her a good pounding with a strap on every now and again, and I know Kevin always appreciates some live girl on girl action. In exchange, we give Samantha a modest allowance that allows her to indulge rather extravagant shopping addiction. This certainly wasn’t how I saw my life panning out, but I think I’ve made the best of the situation.
“Now, I ain’t tryin’ to make a trouble, but who here is the strongest man in the town?” Jack asked the bartender. Jack, a former gang from the city exiled to this middle-of-nowhere town, wanted to establish dominance to the resident of this town.
The eager students, one by one, left the dojo. The training was too harsh and the efforts they put in felt unrewarding. Jonathan was the last student remaining; not because he could handle the training, but because he was a novice student yet to receive the harsh training from the teacher.
Dominik spürte, wie sich sein Körper veränderte. Seine Titten waren plötzlich dreimal so groß wie vorher. Er spürte, dass sich in ihnen Silikon befand. Seine Lippen swollen an und wurden doppelt so groß wie vorher. Es gab nur eine Erklärung dafür: Viel Botox.
This can’t fucking be possible! It has to be some crazy nightmare… thing’s like this can’t happen in real life!
Olivia nonchalantly handed over her end of term grade sheet to her mother and wait for her to be shocked, then angry and finally sort it all out for her. Unexpectedly Grace didn’t look surprised or angry, she cooked an eyebrow “I told you at the start of the year that I wasn’t going to fix your grades any more, that if your grades weren’t good enough I’d punish you”.
I need to get a closer look at his cock but first I must get these shorts and panties off! Damn dude, your dick is way bigger than mine was. My mouth is so close to it that all I have to do is part my lips and let it in. No no that’s not going to happen. A thought pops in my head… you are a girl now, it’s ok, it’s acceptable, this is what girls do. Ohhh there’s some precum, just one lick. That doesn’t taste so bad. I got to try giving him a blowjob. This is so wrong but feels so right. I reach down and touch my pussy for the first time. AAAhhhhhh that feels amazing!!!! I’m really liking being a girl. Is this permanent? Will I go back after the pill is flushed from my system?
Annie had always been my dream girl. I couldn’t think of anybody but her. That’s why I started following her and obeying all her wishes. I soon became more of a slave to her than her girlfriend.
Sitting at the computer I out of a whim searched on Google: “what would you look like as a girl”.
I found a whole bunch of pages and picked the most promising one.
The webpage opened up and wanted me to answer a whole host of questions such as my age, my length, my weight, hair color, my favourite music genre, clothing style and so on. It was a fairly long list of questions but i soldiered on.
In the end the usual “Click here for your results” appeared, together with a disclaimer that told me that the company couldn´t guarantee that my girl form would match the form I would have been givem if I had XY chromosomes from birth. Yadda yadda yadda.
Show me the results instead.