As I walked into my apartments I stumbled upon my beautiful girlfriend, wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. She had this look of lust and passion on her face. I dropped my suitcase on the floor and aproached her slowly. I embraced my sexy little girfriend and kissed her on the lips. I love her and I don’t care what other people says.
I seriously don’t understand. Everyone acts all weird around me. They keep asking me weird questions like “Do you remember anything?”, “did it hurt?”, or things like “do you like guys now?”, “how does it feel?”. I don’t know what they are talking about. I’ve always liked guys. Sometimes I feel like my friends treat me like one of the guys. Which is weird, especially for a girl like me.
“Okay, okay, I believe you. Somehow, you are my friend Mel. I just…how does something like this happen? I mean you went away to college and come back a smoking hot blonde chick?” Gene asked. This beautiful busty blonde had invited him into her car to talk, and then told him she was his best friend, and proved it by telling Gene things that Gene knew Mel would never tell anyone.
Hi everyone Wyatt here!! I hope you are all having a great day and I have some news. I am going ot be doing some contests to see who will be in my upcoming captions. For the first one I’m going to do a werewoman one. If you want a chance to be the werewoman in my captain write your name,a little about yourself and why I should pick you to be miss werewoman. Good luck!!!
“Will you stop staring at my ass and help me look?” said Brandon with mild annoyance as he glanced over his shoulder at his friend Rick.
You may or may not believe this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t believe me. I was linebacker last season. I laid out huge hits on everyone I was feared by all. I had more women than a brothel and that’s a fair statement. But then it all changed.
You see, I was a pivotal player for my team. I hate to sound arrogant but they couldn’t win without me. Of course, as I previously stated, I was a pretty big hit for the opposite sex. So… I did upset a few women.
Little did I know that an opposition team wanted me out. Permanently. They approached a group of girls I’d upset and revealed their plan. The girls loved it and were more than happy to play their role.
I was kidnapped. I was transformed into a girl. I was devastated. I valued my masculinity profusely and I had no idea how to live as a woman. I didn’t want to do make up, have uncomfortable shoes on my feet, wear a skirt or have long hair. I was a man.
I had to stay with the girls I’d upset. They were helpful. I knew that I wouldn’t be a man again so it was best to just try and adjust. They taught me plenty about womanhood even though I learnt somewhat reluctantly. Overtime, they convinced me to join the cheerleaders. I still wanted to be involved in the team so I guess cheerleader was as close as I was going to get now.
I was kind of beginning to enjoy the company of the girls. They were really quite friendly. I was loving cheerleading. It was great to be involved with the team and in many aspects it was better than playing. I never ever woke up extremely sore the next morning. The routines were so fun and it was so exciting watching the game with the other girls. I felt comfortable in the make up I had to wear for my routines.
I now accept being female. I don’t mind it. I have some great friends. I’m in the cheer squad. Wearing skirts is awesome. Having a flat crotch is super awesome particular when it’s so sexy and comfortable. I love cheerleading and doing all those high kicks in my short skirt and feeling those male eyes burn into my feminine skin. I don’t miss being a man. Not at all.
Roger was at a costume shop looking for a costume for the Fancy dress party that night. His friends said they were going to go as pirates so he was looking through the old style clothes, and a red corset caught his eye. Staring at the frills and caressing the silk he embarrassed himself and looked round to make sure no one was looking at him and might think he is a pervert. He grabbed the other costumes he was going to try on and went to the changing room. When he got inside he found that a pirate hook was tangled in the laces of the corset. “Hope no one saw me dragging that in here” he muttered to himself. He resisted the urge to try it on as he probably would look very silly in drag and it was much too small for him. But just after taking off his clothes he found himself caressing the corset again and without thinking he put it round his body, the corset suddenly snapped shut closing all the metal hooks and eyes at the front, and the laces at the back started tightening squeezing his torso. He could not breath or scream terrified that this cursed object was going to kill him. But slowly he started to gasp some small breaths. He looked in the mirror, he seemed to be shrinking, his hand and arms had not been this small and skinny since he was 14 and all the body hair was falling out. Then he saw his beard fall out revealing a small delicate chin with plump little red lips, while his receding scalp hear grew thick and long then turn scarlet matching the bodice and twisted itself into a decorative style. Finally his manhood painfully shrunk and retracted into a slit. he gasped finally able to breath somewhat if only in short breaths. Roger looked down and saw some breasts squeezed in the corset as he touched them it felt so sensual, and clenched his legs against hi tingling crotch, smooth hairless shapely legs.
Jeff was tired of the TG caption site he loved to visit, being frequently down. He used a book which he thought would give him information on what to do about the site, perhaps fixing it. However, as he read more and more of the book, he realized it was not to fix websites, but was something else entirely, disguised as a PC tech book only in name. After ready more and more, he suddenly felt different after a warm flash of light washed over him. We see him here looking stunned after the transformation, the change in the captions he frequently wrote about male to female had come true for him, he was now a young woman. As she looked at her soft skin and ample new natural breasts, he wouldn’t be so much worried about the site being down now. He, well she, had more important matters to attend to after the change.
Dave hesitated with his thumb poised on the remote’s button. The same remote his room mate had used to turn Dave into a sexy woman all those months ago. One push and he’d be a man again. No more carrying these enormous tits around. These spectacular sensitive sexy tits. No more wearing slutty women’s clothes. Comfortable, gorgeous, sexy women’s clothes. No more being a walking spectacle whenever he went out. Just a perverted fantasy to every man that saw him. Men who fell all over themselves opening doors, carrying bags and buying drinks. No more spreading his legs for men and their disgusting cocks. Big, hard, tasty cocks and the multiple orgasms they brought. Carefully, Dave removed her thumb from the button and returned the remote where she had found it. Straightening, she relished the feel of her silk blouse as it caressed her sensitive nipples. In anther part of the house, Dave’s room mate watched on a monitor. The hidden camera missing nothing. He had been sure Dave had finally embraced being a woman and leaving the remote where it would be found was the final test. Of course, he had removed the battery first. Just in case.
Upon leaving the building Joe immidiately begin to regret taking part of this experiment. He thought it could be interesting and fun to try out being a woman for some time but it turned out to be the exact opposite. The breasts that constantly jiggled on his chest wans’t pleasant. Not to mention the empty feeling between his legs was very disturbing. The familiar feeling of his manhood was gone and it bothered him all the way home.