John was going through a rough time. His girlfriend left him, recently, his father died, he was stuck with a shitty job. When he asked me if he could stay at my place for a few days, I quickly said yes.
My girlfriend, Emma, wasn’t happy that I didn’t ask her but she understood the situation and accepted.
Growing up I always envied white women. I always envied them because they were able to be fucked by big strong black men. Even my mom who hated men fucked a black guy on a regular basis. So when the new tech came out the let you choose exactly how you wanted to look and be within a matter of minutes I made the change as soon as possible. Now I get to live out my dream of having a BIG BLACK COCK rammed over and over again into my sweet little white pussy. Mmmmmmm this feels good.
5 minutes as a woman and this is what happens.
Having just turned himself into a busty black woman using the Total Swap App on his son’s phone John decided to check out some of the other Presets. He clicked Number Two and a flash of light went off, again a new face was staring back at John in the mirror. He was back to being white, but he was still a woman, this one was more fit and in shape but had one thing in common with Preset One, Big Breasts. John had figured his son liked big breasts, he had posters of models on the walls, usually with D-cup of bigger, and the few times John had accidentally walked in on his son Masturbating the porn on the Computer all most always featured a girl with big natural breasts.
So, this is me, Amy. I am lying in a couch completely naked, wating for a man from work to come and have sex with me. I wasn’t always like this. The truth is that I wouldn’t act this way before the event.
“You can’t imagine how relieved i am. I thought i was crazy” Roger calmed a bit knowing the truth. When he woke up in the morning only to notice he is now his teenage daughter Veronica he was terrified. The fact that his old body acted like nothing had changed made it worse. At one point he really started to believe he is Veronica and all his prievious life was his imagination.
It had taken Tammy (21) about two week to realise that there was something wrong with her journey home from picking up her brother. She had notice that she had no recollection of driving home, all she could remember was picking Alex (16) up and then siting in the driveway as Alex ran into the house. There was just this massive blank in the middle, she may not have caught on to this so soon if two things hadn’t changed in her car, the first was running out of tissues in the first week and the second was a sticky stain slowly grown on her nice leather seat in the second week.
It was a weekly tradition. Every Friday, Dylan and I would visit the local bar trying to pick up girls to bring back to our apartment. Usually, we had a good amount of success but tonight there was no such luck. I’d been getting edgier and edgier(as well as drunker and drunker) the longer this went on until finally I’d tried to pick up this one chick sitting by herself in the corner. When she’d said no I’d been pretty pissed, muttering under my breath as I walked away. Little did I know that she’d snapped her fingers and pointed out me, muttering under her own breath. I remembered feeling light headed as I walked over to meet up with Dylan.
Frank sat there sipping his coffee in his wife’s pregnant body with his four kids running around destroying the kitchen unable to keep them under control.
Oh crap! How did he get that remote? I have to get out of here and out of the range of that remote, then I can get the suit off. Dang, these heels, why did I have to wear them?