My roommate said he’d turn me back after some pictures. I didn’t have much choice, being transformed into a woman by this weird statue he bought at the flea market. So I showed off my new tits and let him tie me up and he took some pictures.
I know what it looks like, but that is not the case. What looks like a tv and that movie about two girls making out is the real world. I live inside a dvd, and that tv is my only window to the real world. A decade ago I was cursed, transformed into a woman, and trapped inside this dvd. I am living a lonely life, alone inside this house, there was no way out. I have gotten used to it, but it wasn’t always the case.
I had drifted into majoring in Chinese and Political Science, and finding myself with no other majors I could jump into I just went full throttle into them. Grad school for International Affairs and internships with the right government organizations followed. Soon enough I found myself positioned to be an analyst, which was as close to a spy as you could get. After all, field work was a fools game—even if I played the part of some foreign businessman I’d stick out.
Jack was so drunk he didn’t even care his ex used a spell to turn him into a busty babe, touting his hooters for the whole bar to see. When he sobers up the next day realizing he still has those melons and is a woman, he won’t be smiling but screaming in the mirror wondering what she was going to do next, with such a huge chest going with her everywhere she goes!
Ted stared down in horror after he was transformed by Betty Clark with her magic spell. He had called her a slut, and said men were superior even if she weren’t a slut. Suddenly he dropped to his knees still grabbing the football he had in his hands at practice, now much bigger in his tiny hands with long red nails. He felt the long hair flow down as well, as the large hoops on his hears dangled. He had a sexier uniform now too, with his same number 80. Still in shock, Ted didn’t say a word just yet, feeling the heavy sensitive new weights on his chest and the empty plumbing below the football.
People say the craziest things when drunk sometimes, and Harvey was no exception to that, “If that wishing stone is real, then I wish I was a horny slutty secretary with her skirt hiked up being fucked by the CEO for a promotion through dick-tation.”
Greg and I had found the device while doing some location scouting for our film. As soon as we realized what it did we were overjoyed. Makeup, costumes, actors: the thing would save us a fortune and make the film look far slicker than we could have managed even with that fortune. We briefly considered using it for some porn to help raise funds for other things, but figured that would just be a huge distraction from getting our film done. Besides the economics of it wasn’t right.
Drunk and crazy one night looking up porn with red heads, Terrence passingly wished he was a slutty red head himself, curious how it was on their side. He was stunned and soon very sober, as he was on his knees feeling different, while a man emptied his cum with his huge dick into Terrence’s mouth! He was a she and she got her first taste of cum right from the start.
Harvey had one wish and one wish only from the ancient talisman he found on his latest adventure South America. He recited the language, and the talisman glowed, and now it was his turn to wish. He didn’t wish for riches, but he did wish for a lacking area of his life. He was a lonely guy in fact.
Kaylee was perfect in everyway. Perfect breasts, perfect body, great laugh, great at sex, intelligent, sexy and she sure knew how to please a man. She was everything a man would desire. There she was, having just exposed her breasts to her date, expecting him to jump over her and start licking and sucking those magnificent breasts. And her plan worked perfectly, no one could resist her charms.