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.
Believe us. We never thought we’d be here. At no stage did we think it would be like this. We were both just ordinary teenage boys who did ordinary teenage boy things. We were nothing special, just normal boys living normal lives.
Now come on, I’m serious. I will make you a woman. You will have boobs, you will wear dresses and high heels, make up will be a necessity. I’m serious. You will be a woman.
Don’t worry, scrap the negativity. You’ll be fine. I was a man too. I was a tall and well built machine. My was closely cropped and I even had a beard. I had a penis but then everything changed. A freakish event altered my reality. I was a woman who could transform other men into woman, I could even give them all new clothes and make up.
Now you stand in front of me as a man. A man to soon to be a woman quit complaining. There is no escaping believe me you will be happier. Stop ranting about sitting to pee it’s not that bad and believe me you want a vagina even if it means popping a squat. I’ve tried both sides and I know which is better. Come on, join my side, the female side, the better side.
It was only meant to be temporary. Just had to be a sister for my own sister for a week. I had to dress up as a girl and act like a girl. The process was so simple , swallow one pill and your manhood is swallowed with it. To be honest I was quite excited when I turned out to be so busty.
It wasn’t easy adjusting. Wearing a dress, walking in heels and keeping my long hair out of my face. I can’t forget about the extra weight I carry on my chest. There is of course sitting to pee which is really something to get used to. My sister helped me with everything which I was hugely grateful for.
To be honest, I was kind of enjoying the experience. I appreciated getting a taste of the other side. I was somewhat disturbed when I began thinking about my desire to stay this way. I didn’t want to go back to flat chests, body hair and external plumbing. I needed my vagina and I loved dresses and make up. I loved the freedom of space downstairs and I revelled in the looks I got walking down the street. The looks no man gets.
I discussed it with my sister. She wants me to remain female too. All I needed to do was swallow a pill to make it permanent. I couldn’t get it down my throat soon enough. It went down as did the chances of my manhood returning. I wasn’t complaining. Being female is better. What was a temporary experience has become my life. A better life.
Stephen knew that if he’d end up cumming in James’ pussy, the change would be permanent.
He didn’t know if he wanted that, well he did want it… But the feeling of guilt was terrible! His friend would permanentely cease to exist!
He promised himself that after the blowjob he just had, nothing more would happen and after a few weeks he would turn James back.
But what Stephen didn’t know was that magic could be very treacherous. Powerful spells (like this one) could start leading their own life. The spell made it so that Stephen suddenly got overwelmed with an even bigger urge to fuck his friend/”wife”. At first his conscience could keep him at bay, but all of his common sense quickly vaporized in an uncontrollable urge to impregnate his new wife.
James (or what was left of him) didn’t mind. Becoming a bigger bimbo with every trust of Stephen’s big cock. “I’ll pull out before I cum.” Stephen thought to himself, justifying his current actions.
(Will be continued…)
I’m not giving in. Just because you’ve made me a woman and given me the clothes of a woman it dosen’t mean I’m a woman. I’m a man. Maybe not in the inside but believe me I am. Look at how I’m sitting. Just because you’ve thrown me in a dress and heels, dosen’t make me sit with my legs crossed and acting lady like. I’ll sit there with my legs apart like I’m watching a game of football and scratch were my nuts once were out of habit. I’m still a man. Don’t try and make me a woman.
It was so interesting. Finding a device that could alter the genders of those around me. I didn’t really believe it at first and initially brushed it off as been completely and utterly outlandish. I put it in my cupboard and put it to the back of my mind.
However later curiosity got the better of me. I had to see if it could do what it said it could. It seems cruel looking back on it but I tried it on my dog. Soon the old boy was a girl. No longer did he cock a leg up to pee. She squatted. After a few days I changed him back which caused him to go crazy. I changed him back to a she and the growling stopped. I assumed that maybe he liked being female.
It made me think. The dog enjoyed it so much. Maybe I could try being female, it was pretty easy to change back. If I didn’t like it which I was certain I would, I would change back. Nothing lost.
I clicked the button and it happened. I became a woman. Tits, curves, long hair and a vagina. A woman. With the device I also altered reality slightly. I had decided that it was best I fully live through womanhood to make it realistic. I made all my male possessions their female equivalents and I changed my identity to Katie (3rd from the left).
I pushed myself to adjust. I swore to myself I would last at least a week. It wasn’t easy. I wanted to fit in so I learnt how to walk in heels and do make up. It really requires quite intricate skills to make yourself look your best. Then there was sitting to pee which at first was purely humiliating.
It wasn’t long before I began to consider the female gender. The pluses and minuses of being a member of the other side. I loved the plush bottom of a woman that allowed comfort as well as the space between my legs which meant for the first times my legs could come together with ease. I also enjoyed breasts and the cooling sensation of a dress or skirt. Not to mention the satisfaction of looking in the mirror. I soon decided that I would stay this way for a little longer and maybe share the joy with others.
Andrew, Larry, Byron, Nate and John were all great friends of mine. I proposed to them that they join me as a woman just to try. I went through all the benefits I had discovered. It didn’t matter they stubbornly refused. I was devastated. I later decided that I may as well make them change after all I don’t need consent.
Andrew became Anna (far left), Larry became Lauren (2nd from left), Byron became Bianca (4th from left), Nate became Natalie (2nd from right) and John became Jessica (far right). They were all quite distressed. I altered reality to match their identities and give them female possessions. I also made us all live in the same house.
It was great fun. Mentoring these new women. Teaching Natalie to do make up, Jessica to sit to pee and Anna to walk in heels. It was so much fun. It wasn’t long before they embraced womanhood as much as I had. Soon, we had all agreed to stay this way forever.
I was so happy. I almost felt bad for forcing the others into this but at the end of the day I forced them to be happy. How can I feel bad about that? This is so good. We’re living the dream. Wearing skirts and having vaginas. Living the dream. What Are Friends For?
Here I was again, sitting alone at a bar, drinking my sorrows away. I’d come with my friend Mary, but like usual, she’d had a few drinks and was now getting cozy with some guy she just met. Girls just seemed to avoid me whenever I tried to approach them. So instead, I decided to get drunk and be alone in my thoughts, and it was getting to the point that I seriously needed to use the bathroom.
It was done,Stephen came, the change was permanent… Stephen didn’t even feel bad anymore, he had never felt so good actually! The pleasure was just so overwhelming!
As he gave his last energy, James started screaming loader and loader until she also reached an amazing orgasm.
Little did Stephen know that the moment he came in his friend’s new pussy and made the change permanent, James would regain part of his mind and memories. He would still be a cockhungry slut and bimbo, but only half the time.
James started shouting at him in awe. “What did you do to me! How could you do this! I’m going to kill…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. He felt his personality being repressed by his second bimbo personality. “I wanna fuck you again babe, touch my boobies.” He couldn’t believe what he just said. He was looking at his former friend’s cock with mixed feelings. One part of him wanted to fuck him again, the other part wanted to punch him in the balls. This was how it was going to be for the rest of their lives. James living with two personalities and Stephen living with him, never knowing if his wife was going to bite or suck his cock.
It was simple. They were taken in and made women. They would be moulded into the perfect housewife. Cooking, wearing dresses, cleaning and doing hair was the norm. They were all so satisfied. They all agreed it was far better than being a career orientated man. Who’s the next to join the housewife revolution?