Alright kids, here’s the story of how I became me and met your father on the same night. I have been waiting to tell this to you for years, but now you’re old enough. No no, I swear it is a good story, and I think it’s about time that you know the truth. I haven’t always been a woman, I was once a man. The story of my change begins back on one fateful Halloween night…
Trent was giddy about swapping with the blonde girl to see what it was like to be a girl, but also didn’t expect to become her, while she was naked in public, except for some black shiny heels. He smiled realizing he felt good, but covered his boobs and crotch as a car went by. He loved the swap, and it was everything he hoped for and then some, however, his pretty little feet were sweating and sticking to his new heels. He realized bare feet in heels might not be the greatest thing either besides being naked in public, and later bought some “pop” socks as this girl he became tended to have really sweaty feet for some reason.
Cheryl looked at Jeremy, now Jolene, and smirked. She had found the potion had a much desired after-effect: any weight Cheryl would gain, went instantly to Jolene, a fact which Cheryl frequently abused.
Jolene’s tits had swelled, her belly bulged, and her ass expanded. She had retained her slim face, however. A face which now turned to look at its girlfriend, with coy blue eyes.
“Hey baby,” Jolene said looking over her shoulder. “Sorry I’m not decent: you shouldn’t just walk in to my room like that!”
Cheryl walked closer. “But I like you when you’re not decent. There’s so much more of you to look at then,” she said, making firm eye-contact with Jolene’s hard nipples. Cheryl couldn’t help it: the sight of her girlfriend’s body powerfully turned her on. It was hard to resist. She started to remove her shirt, but Jolene stopped her.
“Hey, um, I’ve been thinking,” she said, her hand on Cheryl’s. “Maybe we should…spend some time apart. I just don’t quite feel the connection any more, you know? Don’t worry, I’ve got my things all packed. I just need to get dressed and I’ll be out of your hair.”
I did say that if I was a woman no amount of money or chemicals in the world would make me suck a cock. I didn’t realize what they could do with hormones. Now I know.
While I was at work during lunch I sunk in my rival Jeff’s office and used his computer and surfed porn sites. I knew that would set of the IT Department’s flagging software. Jeff caught me but he did not report me. he just smiled and said,
Matthew never wanted to be a woman.
Ever since I was a teenager I had been dismayed by modern society, for some reason I never could understand I seemed the think the 50’s had been the best time to live. Life had been simpler, people kinder. Jeez was I ignorant, I guess that’s what you get when your idea of history comes from poorly written movies. The way I found this out was that I’m now living in the 50’s.
I had always known dating a witch would be interesting, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Since Tiffany and I had started dating she had been pushing boundaries sexually, using her magic to make things interesting. Making me last longer, enhancing her own looks and ability to orgasm, but what she did this weekend really takes the cake.
Hello, my friend… one hour ago you were the CEO of the company… you were a big bastard, you knew that I was going to work to another company with a higher salary, you knew that I was going to work to another company with a higher salary… I lost my new job …
OMG, Where am I???I’ve got a nasty bump on the back on my head and a splitting headache….Ooooh , Wait a minute… I’ve got blonde hair…lots of it…..Wait a minute….I’ve got boobs!!!!! Now I remember….That gorgeous blonde I met last night…The last thing I remember was…She said….You will love me forever….then I blacked out….I’ve got to get up…Ouch!!! My head!!!! Well, this body isn’t bad… Damn it does feel really nice….