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Undercover Part 1

Almost twenty girls have gone missing after enrolling into a new two-year private college in town. The CIA wanted to enroll a girl to investigate but it seemed far too risky, so they sent me instead. My name is Kyle, a 26 year old guy, and I’m going undercover as Kylie, a 19 year old girl. After extensive makeup and latex work the team was able to create a totally indistinguishable college girl. I’m supposed to stay low, wear dark clothes, and not really stand out. They’ve sent me in as a sophomore so I’ll already be a year into the program.
The admissions office was beautiful, with lovely ornate furniture and tapestries. I sat in a chair across from the desk of my advisor, making sure to cross my legs so that I would look feminine. I took many classes at the CIA on feminine behavior to make sure I didn’t blow my cover.
“Kylie Shaw,” the advisor said, looking at some papers, “Unfortunately some of these credits you have listed here will not transfer without taking a placement exam.” She peered over the papers at me through her glasses, “Is that acceptable?”
“Of course,” I squeaked.
“Very well, Mrs. Shaw. If you will follow me to the testing room I can get you started right away.”
The tests were ridiculously easy. The math problems were very basic and the english test read at what seemed like a fifth grade level. The final exam, a personality test, was by far the weirdest. The questions asked where a woman’s place was in society, with answers like “Beneath men, equal to men, or above men.” I tried to stick to answers that showed equality. I exited the room, as instructed, and waited in the hallway for my advisor.
“Mrs. Shaw!” she called, “Your scores are ready.”
I entered her room and took a seat.
“Unfortunately you scored too poorly on your placement exams to allow us to transfer any credits.”
“What? That must be a mistake,” I said. How could that be? The tests were so easy!
“Don’t worry, many girls struggle on our tests when they first arrive. We will be enrolling you in some faster-paced ‘core classes’ that will help boost your scores so you can get right back on track next semester.”
— Next Week —
I filed into my first remedial class, forcing myself towards the back of the room. I felt ridiculous, how could I score so lowly? The teacher turned off the lights, put on a video, then quietly exited the room. The video was colorful and vibrant, narrated by an extremely upbeat young woman. She talked a lot about math but I couldn’t focus. The class felt so beneath me. Before I knew it the bell had rang and the class was over. Three hours, gone, and I didn’t even realize it. The teacher gave us homework to take home and I made sure I took a look at it before my next class.
“What is two plus two?” the first question said.
“What an easy one!” I thought, tracing the problem with my pencil. A minute passed however, and I still couldn’t come up with an answer. I continued to trace the problem with my pencil, searching my mind for an answer before I heard the bell ring for my next class. Looks like I might need to pay more attention in that math class.
The next class was very similar to the last. The teacher put on a colorful video and left the room. I tried to watch this video instead of dozing off like the last one. The narrator talked a lot about toys, which sounded like a lot of fun. Everything the narrator said was true and made a lot of sense, I found myself really trusting her. She told the class that girls are toys, and that, sense we’re girls, we must be toys. It kinda sounded wrong but I wasn’t about to argue. Before long the teacher gave us homework and sent us home. Maybe I’d do better on this class’s assignment.

Uber

I walked around to the back seat but the driver motioned me towards the front. This was my first time calling an Uber but I could’ve sworn people typically sat in the back.
“Hi,” I said, looking at the driver. He didn’t respond. Instead, he silently shifted the car into drive without even asking where I wanted to go.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” he said, looking straight ahead. He reached his hand over to the climate control and blasted the fans on. Pink powder shot from the vents covering us both. I tried to cough but instead the powder just filled my mouth. I watched him sit silently as he let the dust consume his body. I couldn’t turn away as he calmly drove with the pink powder soaking into his skin.
“Whaaa *cough* whas hapning…” I struggled to say, my voice slurry and soft. The man didn’t look. I could feel a heat building inside of me as I consumed more and more of the powder. My thoughts were getting fuzzier and fuzzier. Was I always wearing a tank top? Have I always had boobs? I looked back at my driver. I don’t get how this didn’t bother her! Was she a girl when I first got into the car? I looked down at myself, admiring how tan my legs were looking. The powder finally stopped spraying from the vents.
“Chelsea, I’m so fucking pumped for this concert tonight,” the driver said, looking at me.
“Wha…” I tried to reply, my mind still feeling sticky and numb.
“Plus, to be honest, you look super good.”
I reached up to the mirror and pulled it down. Damn, Megan was right, I looked like a fucking bombshell. Tonight was going to rock!

My Roomate is a Dick

“I’m done!” I yelled, “I can’t handle you as a roommate. Tomorrow I’m going to the RA.”
This was the fifth time I caught Trevor smoking weed in our dorm and at first I promised to keep quiet about it but not anymore. All I want to do is get my degree without trying drugs and all this other crap but Lord forgive that Trevor respect that opinion. I went to sleep mad, thinking about all the things I’d say to our RA in the morning. Read more

Delivery

“I’ll see you tonight, Molly,” she said with a wink. I wanted to gag. Me and my wife are known to take bets, and we often push the stakes farther and farther. After winning my last bet and making my wife dress like a dog all day, she’s stepped it up by forcing me to dress like a girl all day. She shaved my whole body, got me a wig, some breast forms, and did an incredible job on my makeup. I was already a pretty slim guy, so she had a decent canvas to work with. I had to give her though, unless someone literally took off my pants and saw my dick there’s no way they’d know.
The day was pretty boring. I didn’t want to leave the house, obviously so I mostly texted my friends. Any snapchats I got I replied with pictures of objects instead of myself. However, I wasn’t able to avoid people forever. When I went to the fridge to get something to eat I found it totally barren, my wife must’ve dumped it out before leaving for work. I went online and ordered a pizza, hoping I could make this experience as minimal as possible. Read more

Change of Heart

“Listen, Daryl,” I said, standing on at his front door. We were both dressed very similarly, in dress shirts and khaki pants. Daryl was new to the neighborhood, having only moved in a few days ago, and planned on attending my church today. “I don’t really feel comfortable with you attending my church this afternoon.”
“What?” he said, obviously confused, “Why not?”
“I just…,” I was looking for a delicate way to speak my mind. “It’s a nice church, I don’t really want anyone bringing it down?”
“Bringing it down?” His expression changed from confusion to distain. He knew what I was getting at. I let out a sigh.
“Listen, I’ll be honest. I wasn’t too thrilled to hear a black man, of all people, was going to be my new neighbor, but I figured I could live with it. Now you want to bring your culture to my church too? I just really can’t have this.”
“I thought we were going to be friends?” Daryl said, “You seemed like such a nice guy.”
“This is a white town, Daryl.”
“Come inside, I’m sure I can convince you I’m not that bad.”
I followed him inside. I was instantly surprised by how lovely his home was. Daryl closed the door behind me, and I could hear him lock it.
“Why did you lock the door?” I asked, as Daryl began to take his shirt off.
“Y’know, it’s funny that you say this is a white town, because nobody else has said anything like that to me.”
I felt myself getting nervous as he unbuckled his khakis.
“Barbara, the older lady down the road. She was so nice to me. She made me cookies, and introduced me to her husband, Paul. Kind people.” The sound of the metal belt buckle slamming against the ground rang in my ears. He was in only his boxers now. “I haven’t lived here long, but I’ve been here long enough that you’re the one that shouldn’t be here, not me. Your hateful attitude has got to go.”
He ripped his boxers off and revealed the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. Everything else seemingly faded away as my attention turned to the piece of meat dangling from his waist. I walked up to him, without even realizing it, and fell to my knees so that I could see it up close. It was incredible. Every inch, every detail, even the smell sent shivers down my spine. I could almost feel my mouth water at the sight. I didn’t recognize any of these emotions but they all felt so… natural. I had to have it. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the head at first. I started small but as I bobbed back and forth I began taking it deeper and deeper. As it inched its way down my throat I could feel my body changing. My clothes vanished to reveal two budding breasts, bouncing on my chest as I let Daryl face-fuck me. I could also feel my ass bouncing behind me as my vision filled with beautiful blonde hair. I could see my lips puff outward around his hard cock as I desperately sucked and licked it. My dainty little fingers held my breasts as to avoid the slapping feeling they were now giving me. I could even feel my dick suck into my body, replaced by a wet emptiness.
“Ughhhhh,” Daryl moaned as his dick erupted into my mouth. I leaned my head against his dick and licked the cum off of my face as he rubbed my head warmly.
That was four months ago. I go by Maya now and we’ve been dating ever since. I don’t even remember what my problem with him was anymore.

VR

Reggie was pissed that he had to share his new virtual reality headset with his sister, but still loved using it none the less. He typically used it for first person shooters, and loved how realistic it felt. However, when he put it on today he noticed his sister had left whatever her game was loaded in the system.
“Hello! Mikayla or New Player?” was written in his eyes in bright, blue lettering, placed across a black background. It was difficult to tell what kind of game this was. While Reggie was obviously annoyed, he was also curious enough to move forward. He selected New Player.
“Please wait as we prepare your character.” said the screen. Before his eyes a body appeared, identical to his own. “Does this look correct?”
Reggie selected yes, and continued to, what the screen called, the “Mode Selection.” On the screen appeared a list of adjectives that seemed to have no correlation. “Dumb, Classic, Smart, Athletic, Mature, etc.” Assuming the words meant some kind of game difficulty, Reggie decided to play it safe and select “Dumb.” The screen flashed black before his vision was filled with pink.
“Welcome to Curve Trainer!” blasted a voice in his head, the screen still solid pink, “Thank you for purchasing the ultimate training app for girl’s. You selected dumb, so in this session not only are we not only going to make you pretty, but we’re also going to make thinking a little less important, so that you can become the type of girl you’ve always wanted to be!”
Reggie panicked and reached his hand towards the the headset, but instantly became overwhelmed by the screen. The pink disappeared and was replaced with flashing lights and images of horny young girls sucking and fucking the biggest cocks he had ever seen. He fell down to the floor, his head pounding with static-filled beats that poured from the headset’s built in speakers. He reached into his pants and began to stroke to the images as he became more and more enveloped in the program.
— Hours Later —
“Reggie??? Reggie???” Mikayla yelled, walking through the house. She walked into the game room and gasped, seeing a horny, naked girl on the floor, wearing the VR headset. She leaned in and pulled the headset off, revealing a cold, vacant stare.
“Reggie, is that you?”
“Hee-hee, I dunno…” the girl said, her voice trailing.
“Holy fuck did you use my training app?” Mikayla asked, her voice filled with panic.
“Yeah! It’s so, like, good! Do you think you can find anyone who’d like, uh, wanna fuck? I’m soooo horny, sis.” The girl said.
Mikayla took a deep breathe. Her mom was going to kill her.

New Roomate

Combing through a local newspaper I was surprised to discover an advertisement looking for a roommate. The rent was incredibly low and I was desperate to find a place to stay after graduating college. I met up with the guy posting the ad, Paul, and to be honest he seemed pretty creepy. He promised to keep to himself, though, and I couldn’t turn down such a great price, so I moved in. Read more

New Love

Ben enthusiastically opened the door of his apartment. In front of him stood a tall, curvaceous woman in with beautiful brunette hair.
“Ben, right?” the woman said, answered by a quick nod. “May I come in?”
“Of course,” Ben replied, never one to turn down a guest. He gestured her towards the recliner, opposite of the couch in his living room. While the woman made himself comfortable, Ben placed two tall glasses of water on the table between the furniture and went to the bathroom. The visitor jumped on the occasion, pulling a small plastic powder from her pocket and mixing it into one of the glasses of water. She then grabbed the untampered water, and began drinking just as Ben re-entered the room.
“I’m sorry if this sounds rude,” Ben said, grabbing the glass from the table and taking a sip, “But I’m not sure I know who you are.”
“You don’t,” the woman said, “My name is Savanah, I used to be friends with your wife.”
“Oh she’s not home, I can call her if you’d like,” Ben said in between drinks.
“No, that’s not necessary. I actually wanted to talk to you.”
“Is that right?” Ben asked, placing his empty glass onto the table.
“It is. You know, Ben, I used to have quite the crush on your wife, for a long time. While we had been friends for our whole lives, it wasn’t until after graduation that I developed the courage to tell her how I felt. I remember it so clearly. I approached her, took a deep breathe, and told her that I was gay. You can’t imagine the look of disgust on her face, Ben. Anger, confusion, hate, all twisted together on her face in an indescribable symphony of muscle contractions. All the beauty I saw in her melted away. She called me everything you can think of, Ben. A sinner, a whore, disgusting…” Savanah’s words trailed off as she heard Ben’s breathing increase. His eyes were dilated and his veins were clearly visible on his arms.
“No,” he gasped, “She’s…”
“Relax, Ben. Don’t strain yourself,” Savanah said, as she stood from the recliner. “She took my confidence. For years I wondered what I would do, how I would go on, knowing the love of my life saw me as disgusting. I hated myself. But then, after I saw the pictures of her with you on Facebook, my hatred shifted towards her instead.”
Ben’s skin was flushed and his face was covered in sweat. The heavy breathing had expanded to a full on wheeze.
“Do you feel that Ben, the powder?” Savanah asked, now standing over the frail man. She leaned down, until her face was inches from his. “She took love from me,” she said, grabbing his shirt in her manicured hands. “Now,” she paused, leaning in and kissing the exhausted man, “I’m going to take take love from her.”
She lifted herself off of him and walked into the bedroom. The heat Ben’s body was producing became unbearable as he stripped every article of clothing from his body. He tried to get off the couch but found himself falling to the floor instead, relishing the cold of the hard wood. He curled into a fetal position as his bones cracked and reshaped.
Savanah opened the wardrobe to find a collection of men and women’s clothes. She grabbed a handful of dress shirts and pants, obviously property of Ben’s, and threw them out the window. Screams could be heard from the other room, but that didn’t distract her. She took shoes, belts, underwear, anything male in the room and disposed of it.
Ben’s face had shifted from a pale to bright red, covered in a mess of tears, sweat, and long blonde hair. His chest had exploded into beautiful breasts and his ass was expanding by the second. His dick was harder than it had ever been before, so much so that it felt as if it would bust. The pressure became more and more unbearable as his face contorted into a beautiful, feminine figure.
Savanah held a photo of Ben and his wife, a grin slipping across her face. She took the wood-framed image and tossed it from the window, into the streets below. Within minutes the room became void of any proof of Ben and his wife, save for his wife’s clothes. The noises had changed from pain-filled screams to lusty moans. Savanah flipped the light switch and headed back for the living room.
Ben’s cock burst, releasing load after load across the table. The pleasure was more than he had ever felt in his life as images of Savanah rushed through his mind. He saw the way she had kissed him earlier and imagined her naked, caressing his soft, subtle breasts. He quickly associated the roaring pleasure he felt with the images of Savanah as his cock deflated like a balloon. His balls, once empty, shriveled into his body, pulling his cock in with it. A fresh, fat-lipped pussy took their place. The newly minted woman pulled herself off the ground, a wetness building between her legs. She leaned against the couch and turned towards the hallway as she heard Savanah enter the room.
Savanah admired her handy work. “How do you feel, babe?” she asked the blonde.
“I feel so different. So new. I think I love you,” she replied.
“Enough to leave your wife, Ben?” Savanah asked with a huge smile on her face.
“Wouldn’t you rather be my wife instead?” the blonde asked, approaching Savanah. She held her body close to hers, wrapping her arms around Savanah and leaning her head towards her ear. “You can call me Bailey now,” she said, her voice dripping with sex. She leaned back and kissed Savanah passionately, allowing Savanah’s hand to trail downward towards her new sex. Her wife was going to be shocked when she got home later.

Wrong Remote

Carol sat down on the couch and reached for the remote on the coffee table. In the other room, Mark stood, looking at himself in the mirror.
“Carol is going to love this,” he said, admiring his new six-pack. He loved his wife and knew that she worked hard every day at the hospital, so he planned on surprising her when she got home with a rock-star stud body he gave himself from the magic remote.
“I’m telling you Mark, you are rip—” *CLICK*. His words were interrupted by a sudden shift in his body. His height fell by almost a foot!
“What the—” *CLICK* His hair poured down as one beautiful, wavy brunette piece.
*CLICK* His new abs faded away to create a perfectly flat stomach. *CLICK* His body hair disappeared revealing smooth, tan skin.
“WHY WON’T THE REMOTE WORK, MARK??” Carol screamed from the other room.
*CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* Mark felt a panic as his soft skin reshaped to a more feminine form. His ass exploded, his hips widened and his waist shrunk. Beautiful breasts erupted from his chest. His face was that of a beautiful woman. Even his dick was gone, replaced with a soft, shaven pussy.
*CLICK* His entire body shifted, becoming even softer and smoother. He was younger, eighteen it seemed. He had a tan line along his hips of a thong.
“CAROL!” She shrieked, like a girl. “THAT’S THE WRONG REMO—” *Click*
Everything went blank.
“WHAT?” Carol yelled. “WHICH REMOTE IS IT THEN? MARK?”
“MOM SHUT UP I’M TRYING TO GET READY. OH MY GODDDD” Macy yelled back. Why was her mom always such a bitch????

Dumbie!

“Oh my god Shawn are you serious???” Hailey said, frustrated.
“…” He said nothing as he stared helplessly at the phone. Hailey warned him a few days ago that she got a new security app for her iPhone, but it was obvious that he wasn’t paying attention.
“Were you trying to get into my phone?” she asked.
“…”
Of course he was. The program would flash these lights at the person breaking in and completely dumb them down. Hailey didn’t trust the people she worked with, so she made sure to set it to “brain-dead blonde” mode so that the problem would be over for good. However, seeing her boyfriend drooling into her phone, she began to wonder if she should’ve opted for another setting.,