Ever since my mom died a few years ago my dad has been spending a lot of time in his lab. I didn’t know what he was working on till my brother went in and came out a hot blond. They said it was an accident, but now he is pregnant and my dad said he didn’t want to hurt the baby. So he turned me into a girl to and that was a month ago. I hope i’m not pregnant like my sister.
tja. Das wird wieder ein langer Tag. 🙂 Macht ja nichts. Immerhin hab ich meine Freunde da, die mich anfassen, durchficken und voll da sind… kann mich ja nicht selber anfassen. Ist halt so… …. …
Eine Stunde.. Bah.. naja.. ich weiss die kucken auf mich… ganz lieb, und ich bin ja auch hungrig heute, nach der langen Nacht
tja, ich dacht sie hätten mich die Schniedel knutschen lassen, aber die Jungs hatten etwas vorbereitet. Also, sie haben eine Fütterungsmaschine für ihre Fotze gebaut. Das kann Nahrung, Flüssigkkeit oder was immer in mein Mund pumpen. Muss ich mich nur hinknuddeln und mein Mund hinhalten. OK, haben sie mir auch etwas in Fotze gesteckt und den Arsch… Als das Fotze halt voll gefüllt ist… mir so einer Fernsteuerung halt. Aber ich weiss ja das sie es gut meinen und ich muss ja was essen zu Frühstück… denk sie sagten die Maschnine macht das ne Stunde bis ich aufhören darf und gefüttert bin… Also… meine Fotze is ganz schön geil schon wieder. Aber ich denk die Jungs wissen schon was sie tun. Ausserdem lächeln sie mich alle an weil ich hier am Boden mein Früstücken bekomm und sie zum Kaffe reden da oben. Krieg das eh nur so nebenbei mit. Ist ja egal.
“You know, even though the shift put me in this chick’s body. I’m gonna keep up with her appearance.” Shawn said as he rode the exercise bike his wife used to ride daily. Both of them had been shifted, Shawn into the body of his office assistant’s wife. His wife, Joan, shifted into the muscular body of her Russian personal trainer, Mariya.
“I want you to meet Amy. It’s hard to believe that this kinky and bimbo of a girl was completely different a week ago.” I told my friend James. “Who is she? how come i don’t remember her?” he asked me. “Well, that is because, 1 week ago she was Dan.” I said. “Dan? The Dan? Dan who was a bully back in highschool?” James asked “how? how!? how did you do that?”. “How is not important, what’s important, is that she is waiting for her last command to finish her transformation”. Amy, still sitting in my kitchen floor, completely naked had a blank stare.
I had heard about this game because of him- I don’t even know his name- I only knew him as CaptionMan from OTGC…. It was called Hold the Moan. He had messaged me to let me know that it was a real game, and was curious if I wanted to play. I liked the idea of a challenge, and a temporary chance to embrace my feminine side and make a sex slave out of him in the process.
“what’s this?” I said as I openned a book I had just found out in my own living room. I live alone, and I don’t remember seeing that book before. As I quickly browsed through all its pages, I noticed it was full of drawings, but it mainly had tips on how to be the ideal wife. “This is stupid” I said as I read some of the rules and tips.
I’m not sure what happened. Well, I know what happened, I just don’t know why. I was at the depot waiting for the morning train to work when it happened. The crowd seemed to draw back from me and there stood an old lady. She pointed and screamed at me “You! You’ll pay for what you did!”, then she waved her hand and everything went black. When I came to, I was setting on a park bench, dazed and confused. I felt strange. Small in places. Large in others, my business suit seemed to drape over me. I wandered a bit, trying to clear my head until I saw my reflection in a store window. I was a woman! Then it came back to me. That old lady at the train depot. Had I some how done something to her? Was it mistaken identity or was she just crazy? Whatever the case , she had cast a spell or curse or something on me. I looked at my reflection again. I was beautiful. Tall, slender, blond hair all wrapped in a man’s baggy suit. But what to do now? I had little cash on me. I had my credit cards, but my ID was no good in this body. I couldn’t go home. There was no way security would let me in my apartment. Who would believe I was Joe Banks, 32 year old investment banker. Then it came to me, Peter! Peter Parker, my best friend. We had roomed together in college. We had partied and chased women together. If anyone would believe me, it would be Peter. To say Peter was dubious is an understatement. Wouldn’t you be if a crazy woman showed up on your door step, looking like an upscale bag lady, and says she was your best friend magically turned into a blond beauty?After much talking, begging and almost sobbing, Peter began to come around. After relating facts, only he and I would know, Peter was convinced. Seeing I was a wreck, he let me stay in his guest room for the night. The next morning, Peter offered to help me sort this mess out. He took me shopping for more appropriate clothes. He took me to dinner to keep my mind off my problems. I have always liked Peter and enjoyed his company, now I began to realize he was also a gentleman. He was funny and protective and I began to see him in a new light. We had just returned to his place from dinner when he handed me an envelope containing new ID and access to my bank accounts. I don’t know how he did it, but I was so happy I kissed him. Shocked, we stared at one another, then he kissed me. We went to bed together for the first time then. Peter was an amazing lover. Considerate, patient and passionate. He took me to places I never dreamed existed. By morning I was in love. The shower woke me. Peter came out dressed for work. He kissed me and said he needed to go to the office today. I just smiled and said I would be waiting. After he left, I looked around. Peter had been so nice to me, the least I could do would be to keep the house clean.
I’m not sure what happened. Well, I know what happened, I just don’t know why. I was at the depot waiting for the morning train to work when it happened. The crowd seemed to draw back from me and there stood an old lady. She pointed and screamed at me “You! You’ll pay for what you did!”, then she waved her hand and everything went black. When I came to, I was setting on a park bench, dazed and confused. I felt strange. Small in places. Large in others, my business suit seemed to drape over me. I wandered a bit, trying to clear my head until I saw my reflection in a store window. I was a woman! Then it came back to me. That old lady at the train depot. Had I some how done something to her? Was it mistaken identity or was she just crazy? Whatever the case , she had cast a spell or curse or something on me. I looked at my reflection again. I was beautiful. Tall, slender, blond hair all wrapped in a man’s baggy suit. But what to do now? I had little cash on me. I had my credit cards, but my ID was no good in this body. I couldn’t go home. There was no way security would let me in my apartment. Who would believe I was Joe Banks, 32 year old investment banker. Then it came to me, Peter! Peter Parker, my best friend. We had roomed together in college. We had partied and chased women together. If anyone would believe me, it would be Peter. To say Peter was dubious is an understatement. Wouldn’t you be if a crazy woman showed up on your door step, looking like an upscale bag lady, and says she was your best friend magically turned into a blond beauty?After much talking, begging and almost sobbing, Peter began to come around. After relating facts, only he and I would know, Peter was convinced. Seeing I was a wreck, he let me stay in his guest room for the night. The next morning, Peter offered to help me sort this mess out. He took me shopping for more appropriate clothes. He took me to dinner to keep my mind off my problems. I have always liked Peter and enjoyed his company, now I began to realize he was also a gentleman. He was funny and protective and I began to see him in a new light. We had just returned to his place from dinner when he handed me an envelope containing new ID and access to my bank accounts. I don’t know how he did it, but I was so happy I kissed him. Shocked, we stared at one another, then he kissed me. We went to bed together for the first time then. Peter was an amazing lover. Considerate, patient and passionate. He took me to places I never dreamed existed. By morning I was in love. The shower woke me. Peter came out dressed for work. He kissed me and said he needed to go to the office today. I just smiled and said I would be waiting. After he left, I looked around. Peter had been so nice to me, the least I could do would be to keep the house clean.