Teresa’s Plan
It was pretty apparent that I had made Teresa very, very angry. When we went to bed, she had said something, ” Ted, this is not even close to the end of the argument.”
Not Actually A Thing
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The dream (New job 3)
After having the weirdest day of my life, I fell asleep with quite an ease. In my dream I wasn’t wearing anybody suit, I was back to my maleself. I filled up my bathtub, and got in. The water was warm, and the soap I was using was relaxing. A few minutes after I noticed my skin was getting kind of wrinkly, so I started peeling it off. With each chunk I took, I revealed a feminine body below it. When I was done, I was a girl again. But this time, I wasn’t scared, it just felt right. I stayed in the tub for hours, just relaxing, admiring my new body.
Sheepish
“Seriously? Not only do you go in my room, which I told you explicitly not too, you also spend…..three hundred dollars on clothes, take my jewelry, and fuck the neighbor? Seriously?”
Take it
Chris moaned in his fiance’s body but felt a hint of danger. They’d already climaxed twice today, and didn’t the spell say something about not getting to 3?
Taste Test
Jerald was at a taste test, and said all the pies tasted bad. He was being a butthole. One of the ladies that baked took action against him.
Daddy’s Girl, Part 3
Charles had done as he had promised. From that fateful day over three years ago, Kim had been her Daddy’s little submissive slut. He’d been a stern Daddy, never flinching at giving her the punishment she deserved when she had been naughty. And she was naughty a lot, the punishments only spurring her on to be even naughtier for her Daddy.
FBI Body Morphing Squad. Thomas do Ryder Mission 3
The third case he had to investigate was a bit more closer to home.
Comprehension
Fred sat on the floor with his panties twisting on his thighs and tried to comprehend what just happened. Why did he have twin pigtails framing his head? And why did he suddenly feel a chill on his exposed chest?
A new beginning (New job 2)
I took a cab, which in this body was quite easy. On the way back, I inspected the purse I was given. It didn’t have much, just a girly cellphone, some cash, some keys, and an id. “Must be part of the costume” I thought. When the cab parked outside my home I realized I didn’t have my keys, “shit my backpack. All my stuff is in there.” That meant I didn’t have my cellphone either, “how am I going to call them?”. I got the girly cellphone out, but none of the numbers there looked familiar. Then I got the id out, it had my picture, well, that of the bodysuit. I looked at the address, and asked the cab driver to take me there.