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Slips or Slits

Ever since I was a kid, I was something of a thrill seeker. I was only twelve years old when I found the joy of driving cars and only three months after to get into my first car accident, but that didn’t do anything to quell my newfound love of racing, a love that stuck with me into adulthood. Working at a grocery store, I found that street racing was an excellent way to supplement my income. I quickly gain a reputation as someone with guts, willing to go all the way for a win. It was that reputation that earned me an invite to an exclusive racing club. It had no official name, but they raced for what they called “slips or slits”.
The majority of these races were for pink slips, meaning the winner would get the loser’s car, a risky but potentially lucrative prospect. Every week, there would be at least one “pink slits” race. These were the main events as the prize for winning and the punishment for losing was far more dire. Instead of the car, the drivers’ masculinity was on the line. The winner would absorb all of the masculine essence from the loser, enhancing his male features in every way, including his sexual prowess. The loser’s body would then be flooded with feminine essence, transforming them into women in every way save for their mind. They and the other members of the club would remember who the loser was before the race, but in the eyes of the rest of the world, the loser was born a female, reality shifting to accommodate their new identity.
The loser could still race for slips or petition for a redemption race. In this race, the transformed racer can regain their male form by absorbing the masculine essence of their opponent along with any enhancements their opponent may have gotten. However, should they lose, their mind would be altered to become the winner’s perfect slave. They would no longer be members of the club but still accompany their masters to club events, their only purpose in life to look pretty and please their man. Read more

Summer romance

My wife made a deal with me, and of course it involved her magic. I’d known she was a witch since we were dating. I thought it was just mumbo jumbo until she used it to make my cock tiny when she got mad at me for teasing her. That didn’t last long, but the point was made. She only ever used her magic sparingly, but that didn’t keep me from asking her to use it more. Read more

Problem student

I wasn’t a good student. Actually I was the worst you could imagine. I bullied most of my classmates, I even made fun of my teachers on their faces. I had the ability to make good students fail class. Anything you can imagine a bad student could do, I would have already done it, several times. Read more

Car guy to car girl

I had always been a car guy. As such, I had the bad habit of putting my love of cars before anything else. Just ask any of my ex-girlfriends. I was on my way to a job interview when I saw her. My dream car. It seemed impossible for a car like this to be sitting in a small, crappy used car lot, but there she was. I immediately turned off to get a closer look. It was almost uncanny. I had spent years thinking of my perfect car, even to the point of making a notebook outlining all the specs. Now, there were of course many perfect cars, depending what you wanted to use it for, but there was always one that was my favorite, and it was somehow sitting in this lot. I was so entranced looking at her that I didn’t even notice the salesman come up behind me.
“She’s a beauty ain’t she?”
I turned to see a middle aged man that looked like the quintessential salesman from the haircut right down to the cheesy smile. I would have laughed, but I was too interested in the car.
“She is. Think I could look under the hood?” I asked trying give away my desire.
The story was the same under the hood as the rest of the car. Every single detail seemed to be taken right out of my notebook. I had to keep reassuring myself that I wasn’t dreaming.
“Well, whadya think?” The salesman asked.
“I think she’s amazing.”
“She could be yours, if you’re willin’ to pay the price.” He said with his cheesy smile.
I laughed. There was no way I could afford this car. That’s why it was a “dream car”, never something to be actually attained, “Yeah right. This would cost me an arm and a leg!”
“Well, maybe not an arm and a leg. After all, I’m not a savage.” The salesman smiled, and proceeded to tell me his offer.
As it turned out, the salesman was some kind of wizard. Most of what he told me went right over my head, but what I did understand was that male essence was very valuable, and apparently the kind of essence I possessed was extremely rare. There was also a bunch of stuff about extracting male essence triggering some kind of reaction. However, at this point I was way too lost to follow, and the salesman noticed.
For the first time his smile cracked to show a bit of annoyance, “In short, you’re body is gonna start making female essence, and alot of it.”
“Meaning…” I said, still not quite following but starting to get an idea.
The salesman sighed, “Meaning you’re gonna turn female, like really female.”
I was processing the information while I stared at my dream car, and in the heat of the moment, I agreed. The salesman didn’t waste any time after getting my signature. He pulled out something that looked like the genie’s lamp from Aladdin and started chanting. A red mist started seeping through my skin and funnelling into the lamp. After the last of the mist was sucked out of me, my legs grew weak. The last thing I remember before passing out was the feeling of hands catching me before I hit the ground.
I woke up in a daze, not knowing exactly where I was. As I took in my surroundings, I remembered the deal I made. I quickly looked down to see that the deal was in fact real. Two mounds that could only be my new breasts protruded from my chest. I tried to stand and found that everything felt so different. The salesman came in shortly, wearing his cheesy smile, and congratulated me on my purchase. He ushered me out to my new car and handed me the keys.
During the walk, it started to dawn on me just what I had done, and regret was started to set in. I took the keys and went to unlock the door, not knowing what else to do when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. A beautiful brunette stared back at me. If i was going to be a girl for the rest of my life, at least I was a total babe. I got in and turned the key in the ignition. The deep purring of the engine comforted me and seemed to wash all the doubt and feelings of regret away. I revved the engine and felt its power. I was getting giddy just thinking about driving this beautiful creature. The salesman snapped me out of my reverie when he handed me what looked like a small purse.
“Something a little extra for the pretty lady.” He said with a smile before turning and heading towards his office.
Inside the purse I found a driver’s license with a picture of me (the new me) along with all my credit cards and other documentation under my new identity.
Over a year has passed since I made that deal, and I couldn’t be happier. I was still nuts about cars. In fact, I could argue I was even more into them than before. Whereas before I would get really excited about cars, now I found cars I like really got my engine going, if you catch my drift. So much so that when I’d go for drives, I’d get so hot and bothered, I would have to pull over several times to take care of my needs. I also found i’m quite the exhibitionist when i’m out on a drive, daring to masturbate in a position that people could easily see me or even putting on a show when I stop for gas. I don’t know if this is because of some magic the salesman did on me, but I don’t care. It was worth it.

I can’t help it…

He was my best friend and needed a date for his sister’s wedding. His mom threatened to cut off his inheritance is he didn’t settle down. So, while I wasn’t happy about it, I took the pink pill he gave me and I was now his “girlfriend” for the wedding. It was fun and we danced and he treated me like his girlfriend, and I couldn’t help it, for some reason I let him.
When we got back to our room after the wedding, he couldn’t thank me enough for helping him. He hugged me and I hugged him back, then I kissed him, and he kissed me back…soon we were making out, and we started removing our clothes and it was incredible! He started licking me and I was dripping wet! I couldn’t believe the feeling of need and want he was creating in me. I started stroking him and he was rock hard! He stopped, saying “If I cum into you, the change will be permanent”, I grabbed him, stroked him, and asked him if he would make me a honest woman, and he said “of course”, and I guided him into my waiting pussy and into his new fiancee

Moving up in life

I was on a streak of bad luck when the old man found me. I was just getting my life turned around when the factory closed down, and of course the timing was perfect for life to screw me over in the biggest way possible. Long story short, I found myself homeless and struggling just to get food every day. I was well into my forties and my outlook on life was only getting worse. I was over the hill as far as life was concerned. My opportunities were all spent, no one would want to invest in someone like me.
I was on the street begging when the old man dropped a hundred dollar bill in my cup. Amazed, I looked up to thank him. He smiled, looking at me intently, even shifting his position as if to get a look at me from every angle. He began asking me questions about my family. Where they were, any past health problems, were any of them overweight. I was put off a bit by the barrage of questions, but I figured the least I could do in return for his generosity was indulge his curiousity. After what seemed life an our he finished with asking if I would be interested in a deal. A deal he said that could take care of my money problems for the rest of my life. I quickly said yes and found myself being taken to a luxurious high rise apartment.
When we got there, I was in awe at the sheer decadence of the place. The old man snapped me out of my trance as he said he was eager to get down to business but requested I shower first. I agreed, embarrassed at the odor I no doubt possessed. Even the bathroom was luxurious, though I got the feeling a woman lived in the apartment as all the soap and other toiletries were definitely geared towards the fairer sex. After I got out of the shower, I noticed my dirty clothes were gone. The only thing I could find to wear was a silk bath robe. Figuring I couldn’t just go out there naked, I opted to wear it despite it very feminine nature.
The old man smiled as I walked back into the living area. I noticed a piece of paper, a glass full of some sort of liquid that seemed to glow pink, and rather large stack of money on the table. My eyes were glued to the money, wondering just how much there was. The old man coughed to get my attention and started to give me the details of his proposition.
He was very straighforward in his explaination. The liquid in the cup was in fact a potion. A potion that would turn me into a female version of myself. The potion would also cause my age to regress to an eighteen year old. The contract stated that I would live out my life in this female form with a monthly stipend of fifty thousand dollars to spend on whatever I wanted. The apartment we were in would be mine, and upon the old man’s death, I would receive a sizeable inheritance. In return, I would become his young mistress, fulfilling any request he would ask of me, sexual or otherwise. I would also be required to accompany him to events at something called “The Clubhouse”. This he explained was an exclusive sex club ran by himself and his fellow board members.
My mind was reeling from all this information. Signing this contract would make me a sex slave, to an old man no less. Not to mention turn me into a woman (if that were even possible). My eyes went back to the stack of money on the table. I looked back on my life, all the hardships I endured and all that it got me. I was tired of the struggle.
I absent mindedly reached for the money, only to be calmly stopped by the old man. He only shook his head, but I knew what he meant. With a sigh I signed the paper. I picked up the glass and knocked the drink back like a shot. The taste was pleasant and sent waves of warmth throughout my body. There was no pain during the change, nor really any sensation of what was happening other than the world seemingly getting bigger as I shrunk a bit in size. If wasn’t until after the changes had finished that my mind began to register the changes. It really did work. My new body complemented the rober I was wearing much better than my old one. I reached out and claimed my prize. The large stack of money that represented my financial security for the rest of my life.
Without warning the old man ripped off my robe and threw it aside. I had realized he had already discarded of his own clothes. He kissed me hard, pushing me to the floor, the bills scattering as they too fell to the ground. Before I knew it he was in me. He quickly went to work pumping his dick into me while massaging my clit. His mouth found its way to my breast, suckling it tenderly. After the surprise wore off, the only thing I could feel was pleasure. At that point I didn’t care what the consequences were with the contract I just entered. In my eyes, I had just moved up in life and that was worth the price.

Getting my life on the right path

I was broke. I was just recently fired. Being much of a loner, I had no one to turn for help. I tried to apply to a new job, but I had no luck. I was sure, that in a few weeks I would be thrown out of my appartment, that would be it, I will live under a bridge. Read more