My Birthday this year was unforgettable, I had some fun with my friends at work, some of them got me a new watch that I really like, but the most memorable thing was receiving a present from an unknown sender. Someone rang my doorbell, and when I opened my door, there was noone there, but only a box with a pink ribbon on it.
Genie had to take a short break. She wasn’t used to granting so many wishes in so little time. Hoever, having previously read James wish, she was eager to grant it. James had written: “Hello Genie. My name is James, I was always jealous of those wizard who can do whatever they want. So I wish to be wielder of magical powers by myself”. Genie was excited, there aren’t that many magical beings in our world, so creating a new one is quite an honor. “Well, I can’t turn you into a wizard” Genie thought about James, “There aren’t many wizards, and they usually end up having some shop at a mall. And that is no fun”. After thinking about it for a while, Genie smiled, “Wish granted” and faded away.
“Gawdamnit, Clyde! But why’d you have to go and call that old lady a cunt?!?!” Dave yelled.
“You guys are crazy!” shouted Dave.
Ugh, Mat has the weirdest taste in music. It was nice of him to lend me his ipod while I tanned, but what even is this stuff he put on for me. I guess it was OK as a relaxation mix, but these titles are absurd. “Malleability of the Mind,” “Let the Brain Sculpt the Body,” “Forging of a Goddess,” “Remembering the You that always was,” it just goes on and on and on.
My friends and I had been obsessed with going to one of the basketball teams parties since we got to school. They were legendary across campus, and the standard all other parties were compared to. Trouble was, we were never invited. That changed tonight, though. It was Halloween. We’d show up in costume, and by the time anybody asked any questions we’d already be inside. My friends went to pick out the costumes while I got the booze. I told them grab me something and I’d pay them back later. That cost me; they wound up tossing me a sexy maid costume hours before the party. Well, I’d show them. This might work in my favor actually. I’m quite proud of my physique, and this showed a lot of skin, not to mention a pretty decent sense of humor.
As many would know all too well, it’s not easy to find work. However, thanks to the new government scheme it’s much easier. An applicant can change their gender to suit the role courtesy of the government.
Garry and Leon applied. They became Georgina (left) and Louise (right). It didn’t take long to source work and they snapped up jobs as secretaries at the same firm.
The government assisted them greatly, not only did they give them the bodies they sorely needed but they changed their entire lives. The government provided make up lessons and lessons in feminine behaviour. They also supplied an entire closet of feminine clothing in exchange for their masculine counterparts.
They’ve both adjusted greatly. To them being female is normal. Georgina even has interest in men. She quickly made a name for herself as the office slut before settling down with a wealthy man who will no doubt one day ask her to marry. Louise on the other hand still stands by her male views and only has an interest in women however Georgina insists that she can change her mind.
It was so interesting. Finding a device that could alter the genders of those around me. I didn’t really believe it at first and initially brushed it off as been completely and utterly outlandish. I put it in my cupboard and put it to the back of my mind.
However later curiosity got the better of me. I had to see if it could do what it said it could. It seems cruel looking back on it but I tried it on my dog. Soon the old boy was a girl. No longer did he cock a leg up to pee. She squatted. After a few days I changed him back which caused him to go crazy. I changed him back to a she and the growling stopped. I assumed that maybe he liked being female.
It made me think. The dog enjoyed it so much. Maybe I could try being female, it was pretty easy to change back. If I didn’t like it which I was certain I would, I would change back. Nothing lost.
I clicked the button and it happened. I became a woman. Tits, curves, long hair and a vagina. A woman. With the device I also altered reality slightly. I had decided that it was best I fully live through womanhood to make it realistic. I made all my male possessions their female equivalents and I changed my identity to Katie (3rd from the left).
I pushed myself to adjust. I swore to myself I would last at least a week. It wasn’t easy. I wanted to fit in so I learnt how to walk in heels and do make up. It really requires quite intricate skills to make yourself look your best. Then there was sitting to pee which at first was purely humiliating.
It wasn’t long before I began to consider the female gender. The pluses and minuses of being a member of the other side. I loved the plush bottom of a woman that allowed comfort as well as the space between my legs which meant for the first times my legs could come together with ease. I also enjoyed breasts and the cooling sensation of a dress or skirt. Not to mention the satisfaction of looking in the mirror. I soon decided that I would stay this way for a little longer and maybe share the joy with others.
Andrew, Larry, Byron, Nate and John were all great friends of mine. I proposed to them that they join me as a woman just to try. I went through all the benefits I had discovered. It didn’t matter they stubbornly refused. I was devastated. I later decided that I may as well make them change after all I don’t need consent.
Andrew became Anna (far left), Larry became Lauren (2nd from left), Byron became Bianca (4th from left), Nate became Natalie (2nd from right) and John became Jessica (far right). They were all quite distressed. I altered reality to match their identities and give them female possessions. I also made us all live in the same house.
It was great fun. Mentoring these new women. Teaching Natalie to do make up, Jessica to sit to pee and Anna to walk in heels. It was so much fun. It wasn’t long before they embraced womanhood as much as I had. Soon, we had all agreed to stay this way forever.
I was so happy. I almost felt bad for forcing the others into this but at the end of the day I forced them to be happy. How can I feel bad about that? This is so good. We’re living the dream. Wearing skirts and having vaginas. Living the dream. What Are Friends For?
After Jed was changed to Jenna at the Spring of Femininity, his friend was surprised by his or rather her first words as a woman, “Oh Jeff, I want your hot load in my mouth baby, I’m not only a woman, I’m like a cum slut or something. I need to taste your man gravy now sweet thing.”
Henry went an American male driving a car, to a European female riding in a car after making a passing wish to see another country and have a fresh start in life. He went from thoughts of being blown by a girl from the bar, to blowing a man from the pub. He went from touch skin to soft, rock hard pectorals to soft plush breasts, outdoor plumbing to indoor, short hair to long, narrow hips to wide, flat ass to fat ass, and thin lips to chick lips, of which he was now puckering thinking about blowing whomever was coming back to this car he was now a passenger in if that driver was a man. As an added bonus, he loved the way the tan shimmery luxurious pantyhose felt on his long smooth sexy legs, thinking those European women really knew how to dress sexy. Topping them off with cute shorts, and four inch black shiny pumps, he or now she was one hot dressed Euro-chick. Now for that blowjob, to make her debut as sexy babe.