This dress is so slutty I can’t believe this. How could I lose? It was a sure thing. A greatly safe bet. But no… it wasn’t. Now I’m stuck here with tits and I’m lacking a dick. Everything feels so wrong. I have long hair for crying out loud and my face is buried in make up and I’m wearing a dress. Not too mention how slutty the dress is. My breasts are on display to the entire western world. It makes me sicklong nails adorn my fingers and there’s no obstacle between my two legs. My two hairless legs. I can’t wait for tonight to be over.
Ted and Jerry agreed that whomever won the bowling game would be able to tell the loser to do whatever he wanted during the next game. Ted didn’t know that there was more to Jerry than it seemed, so when Ted lost the match, he was shocked when he was suddenly transformed into a naked woman wearing only pink heels and fishnet gloves. Even his bowling ball had changed to pink, but his new plump painted lips were open in shock not only at the changes, but Jerry grabbing his new soft round ass with his firm male hands, with his erection out with an evil grin. Let’s just say the next game went very different for Ted.
Steven never thought of being a woman. He was a hairy male. Extremely hair in fact and was as masculine as they came. Like many men, he was arrogant and a risk taker. That’s why this particular game was so tempting.
It was pure chance, much like roulette. You won money or you were transformed. The wheel had several options; bigger muscles, taller, shorter, lean, hair colour change, race change, gender change and so forth. The lucrative option was one billion dollars. You just can’t win that kind of money anywhere. He gave it a chance.
The wheel spun and spun. As it slowed he could see there was no chance of winning a million dollars. It looked as though it had ceased its movement on the taller options but it clicked over to the one he dreaded. Gender change.
The mass of body hair he had vanished. He shrunk. It was as though the hair he lost off his body added to his head as long hair sprouted. His torso tightened together as his hips flared. His thighs became womanly and his ass softened. Breasts emerged and his male genitalia was non-existent. He was a she.
Steven elected the new name of Stephanie. The chance of winning the money was not gone. There was a second round. This time the options were different. The wheel included; bigger breasts, blonde, Asian, BBW, reversal, bimbo, makeover, ass, lean, new wardrobe, slut. The money prise had increased to two billion dollars. Stephanie spun again. It landed on hotter.
Her ass plumped until it was a sexy two-cheeked mound of perfection. Her breasts enlarged. Her hips widened further and her thighs became more womanly. Her skin was smoother and her face was pretty even though she bore no make up whatsoever.
She decided to spin again. The options were the same as last time with the cash prize of three billion dollars. She spun. She was certain it would land on the cash as it slowed but it clicked over to new wardrobe.
The clothes which were the ones she wore as Steven and still wore now as Stephanie were greatly ill-fitting. They all altered until the top shrunk to a white one which barely even covered her breasts and left her stomach exposed. A choker formed around her neck. The runners which were worn yet reliable became strapped black heels and the daggy cargo shorts lengthened to become tight black jeans. Her bulky digital watch became a golden ring that adorned her thin feminine finger. She didn’t know it but her grey boxer shorts had become cheeky pink panties.
Stephanie was terrified. She may be female but she still had her male mind. Her mind didn’t match her body or attire. She gripped on to her surroundings. She was terrified of falling in heels. She had never worn them before. She needed to spin again.
The options were the same as before. She promised herself that if she gained a reversal which would make her Steven again she would quit. She spun the wheel. She almost squealed with glee as she though it would land on reversal but it wouldn’t be the case. The wheel stopped just before. It landed on makeover.
Her nails became an art form. Gone were the roughly cut plain ones. Her nails became skilfully pedicured, perfectly shape, long nails painted blue. Red lipstick coated her lips. Mascara surrounded her eyes. Her eyebrows became full and well-shaped. Stephanie had to admit. Her feet looked better now in heels with the painted nails but she wasn’t a woman she was a man. A man named Steven. She had to change back.
Without doubt she spun again. All was the same but the cash prize was ten billion dollars. As the wheel spun she knew her fate. She could see where it would land. Slut. And it did. Her mind changed. Stephanie looked back on being Steven as a bad period of her life. Walking in heels was a normal thoughtless habit. She was a make up artist. She loved men. Maybe a little too much.
In fear of landing a reversal. Stephanie didn’t spin again. She refused to be a man.
Stephanie spent the following weeks in bar. She met men and spent the following nights in bed with those men. She’d slept with so many men. More than most women. That was a certainty. So, it was no surprise that she fell pregnant. Soon, she will be a mother.
She has no idea. Not even the slightest. As to who the father is. She can’t even remember half the guys she’s fucked. Stephanie hopes for a beautiful baby girl so she can raise a hot slut. A daughter that can proudly take after her mother. If it’s a son she hopes the father is one of the guys with big cocks so they can be a gift to the female gender. However, she sorely hopes for a daughter.
“All In!” he shouted as he slammed the table. He didn’t even bothered to push the chips forward.
“OH YEA! RIGHT THERE BABY!” Jake screamed out in Katherine’s body. He was riding his friend Mike’s rock hard dick. He couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he felt amazing. They hadn’t even had time to take off his bra. Feeling the cock slide in and out of his fresh, wet pussy was a feeling he could never have comprehended as a man. It filled him perfectly. It was like an itch he never knew he needed scratched. He whipped the hair out of his face.
“Just given in. It’s okay, you’ll damage your mind more if you fight it. Then there really is no way back.”
“Just leave me alone okay!” Jake shouted at Mike. “Jesus. I can’t focus right now, you turned me in to some chick. You’re a son of a bitch.”
It’s been six months since Harry and Beth switched bodies on a bet to see which life was easier, and once Beth in Harry’s body decided to take off and leave Harry in Beth’s sexy body, Harry took it pretty hard. He stayed in Beth’s, well, now his apartment for over a week, literally crying his eyes out (thanks to all of the female hormones running through his body). Harry didn’t know what to do with his life. He thought for sure his life was over.
Carl and David often argued about who was better about bringing home girls. They both insisted that they were sexier, better at flirting, etc.
I was out at a local club Jen, with one of my best friends from work. She’s great company, but every now and then she’ll complain about things when she’s clearly in a better position than the person she’s talking to. Today’s topic was her love life. “It’s just impossible for me to get a guy I like to show any interest in me.” She said.