It was just a dream. I was sure of it. As I began to wake up, groggy as hell, I turned my head a bit and long strands of hair fell over my face. As I breathed, I could feel two large breasts, part on my chest, but with a lot of their mass slipped into my armpits as real breasts tend to when a woman lays on her back.
I was always jealous of others. Wether it was for their smarts or sporting talents, I always was. I was especially jealous of people’s siblings. I’d never really got to relate to my sister while others had great siblings and they were like two peas in a pod.
I was chatting it through with a counsellor when the counselled adjusted her glasses and announced that maybe it would be easier if we were both the same gender. I agreed that it probably would be easier if we were the same gender. I mean if she were a boy we could talk about anything. Then the counsellor clicked her manicured fingers.
I felt myself shrink in my seat. I could feel body hair be ripped from me. Long blonde hair rapidly grew and framed my face which I could feel changing. Breasts swelled and my ass pillowed. My hips became much wider. My arms and legs grew slender and my hands were feminine. Then I felt it retract, I was a girl.
The counsellor announced we were both now the same gender. Everyone knew me is Tara and at home I would find all my male possessions to be gone. I would have a wardrobe full of girls clothes and shoes. Make up was in rich abundance.
I was somewhat confused. I really wanted a sibling but I didn’t want to trade my manhood for it. I walked out deciding that I could at least give it a try.
I got home to find that I was well known as Tara. My sister greeted me with a, “hey Tara” and slapped my girly ass. I giggled and kept on walking. Was it wrong to have lesbian thoughts about your own sister?
I found that my wardrobe was packed with skirts, dresses, pantyhose, lingerie, heels, boots and much more. Not to mention the make up.
Time passed, and adjusting wasn’t easy. I couldn’t tell anyone of my predicament. Of course my counsellor knew but she wasn’t much help. I really needed a girl to tell me how to do things. It wasn’t easy learning to do make up or remembering to sit when I urinate every single time. Not to mention the pain high heels give me. But eventually, I adjusted.
My relationship with my sister was great. We always went shopping and read all the gossip magazines. We new each other inside and out.
Today, I went back to the counsellor. She wanted to know if I wanted to change back. I said no. She tried to make me consider all variables like periods and stuff but it wasn’t changing it. I’m Tara now, I’m a girl. I love skirts, gossip and high heels not to mention my wonderful boyfriend. I can’t go back.
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.
Tom was so wasted last night that he would surely not remember a thing. Having been transformed into a blond bimbo by a witch, he tried to fight his new found sex urge by drinking. But that just made things worse. A couple of hours later he started calling himself Tessa. She spent most of the night flirting with random guys, and rubbing her ass against any guy she would dance with.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t do it,” said the sexy redhead in her underwear.
Ian knew that something was wrong when he awoke to find himself with his wife’s boobs, her body, and her everything (including her panties). He sighed, thinking that she could be such a witch. As he heard Kayla preparing to leave the house in his body, he scrambled to throw off the quilt and sit up.
”Lay down, and relax.
I don’t understand what happened. One night I was a normal 22 year-old man. But the next morning, I woke up as a woman. In all the ways you can imagine. I had breasts, nice round ass, an hourglass shape, even my hair was long and blonde. It took sometime adapting to this new me. At first I tried to fight the changes. I dressed like a tomboy. I tried to hook up with girls, but things never seemed to work out. This new body didn’t want to be a lesbian.