“Au revoir Monsieur!” I squeaked to the man leaving his hotel room. He ignored me save for a brief glance and a knowing smile. I curtsied to him as he turned a corner, leaving the hotel, probably forever. *Chase after him! Go!* I thought in a panick, but outwardly I simply smiled, turned on the vacuum cleaner and continued cleaning. I was once that man, a successful man with a life and a future. I couldn’t accept that I’d been reduced to a bubbly french maid, but I had no choice.
Man, I really don’t want to do this. Not like I have much of a choice. If I don’t play along with my sister Lilly and pretend to be her, she’ll never switch us back. At this rate it’s looking like she won’t anyway.
“Hello ladies” the big chested woman with the instructions in her hands said. “My name is Tiffany. I think you all know why you are here and why you are women. Therefore I welcome you to our group ‘Sentence DD’. And when I look at your chests, I think you are all right here guys” she added with a chuckle. “Are there any questions?”
The women in blue raised her arm. “What’s with all the other groups of women here in that building?”
“Good question … um, Steven, well Stephanie, right?” The woman nodded. “Well, the witches that transformed you gave you the huge tits for a reason. The witches have this Organization here to punish men in a more 21st century style. That also means indiviual courses for you all depending on what the sentence is. Isn’t that nice of them? The room next to us has the “Sentence: Bimbo except for the mind” group. Usually for men who told women that they’d look like one. And the group down the floor, the little girls, well those used violence against women. But let’s speak of us here. We have got the big tits. Is there another question?”
The women with the red shirt raised her hand. “You speak of the witches as ‘them’ not ‘us’. Have you been punished too?” “I knew someone would ask that, it always happens. Long story short. Yes, I was successfull 35 year old man who had a thing for women with big boobs. I left my wife for a bustier, younger girl. Then sort of forced my next girlfriend to get breast implants, but unfortunately she had a friend that was a witch and a day later I got these tits of my own. After I failed to get back my manhood I decided to stay here and gives these courses. Better then being a stripper or something. Well that’s it … and Michael, or Missy which is your name now, in case you haven’t noticed: Your top says where your eyes are and you got a pair of huge jugs on your own, there’s no need to look at my cleavage.” Missy blushed, but she couldn’t help it. She hated how she was treated after she has been transformed.
“Dammit, what the hell did you do to me you sick fuck?! Look man… I said I was sorry that I slapped you girl’s ass, alright! I’m a DICK, okay? Now can I have my dick back?”
“No, no, Mr. Fogg… but will you settle for borrowing mine?”
“What?! What they hell are you talkin’ about, you homo son of a-“
*Dark Master snaps his fingers* “Ooooh! Don’t make me wait anymore you sexy son of a bitch! Ram this juicy booty with your big cock!”
“Alright honey, turn around, let’s see the back.” My mom said from my body. Through the magic of whatever it was giving her all this power, I was compelled to do whatever she said. So I turned around and showed her my backside.
(Part 21, #Olivia)
“Okay, Frank!”, I exclaimed as soon as we got home, “your ‘important business dinner’ is over, we are home now, and I don’t want to pretend being your Louise any longer, who left a week ago. So will you please turn me back!”
“Alright, just let me get my laptop,” he answered.
He left the room and I sat down in a chair to wait for him. “Can’t wait to get out of these clothes” I said to myself. “This lingerie is so uncomfortable, and the dress isn’t any better. I don’t even know why I agreed to this in the first place!”
A couple of minutes later Frank returned with his laptop in his hands. He held is index finger over the keyboard as if he was about to hit Enter. But he hesitated.
“Hurry up!” I urged him.
He turned to me. “There is something I need to tell you.”
“What is it!?” I got nervous.
“Well… about a week ago I have found this software. I already told you that, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. Now get to the point!”
“Now, when I discovered what it was capable of I thought I could use it to escape the boring life I was leading. I was tired of being… a trophy wife. And of that cheating bastard I called my husband.”
I was confused. “What the hell are you talking about, Frank?”
“I am not Frank, I am Louise, you see? I used this application to get rid of Frank and take over his life.”
“What? What did you do to him?” I screamed in anger.
“Does that really matter? The point is, I took over his life of a successful business man; but I need someone to play me…”
“I am calling the police right now!” I sprung up to get to the phone, but Frank – Louise – was quicker. She grabbed the phone and held it up so I couldn’t reach it. I tried to pull her down so I could grab it, but I had no strength in this body and she was about a foot taller than me.”
“Now, there are two ways this can go, Nicholas: either you play along, then you can keep most of your mind. Or you try to resist, which forces me erase it which will make you ultimately me.”
I calmed down. “But what about me and my life,” I asked her.
“Oh don’t worry. Everybody will forget about you, as soon as I hit the button.”
I thought for a bit. ‘If I play along and keep my consciousness I could still try to trick her later.’
“Alright,” I said after a while, “do your thing, I won’t try to fight you.”
“Good girl”, Louise said and patted my head, “I will configure your mind so you will adjust to being a woman easier. Also you sexual orientation is going to adjust to your new life…” I gulped. “You will gain most of my memory, and last but not least – just in case you’re trying something – you won’t remember that software I told you about.”
“Wai…” the changes had already kicked in. I still was kind of me, but I was also Louise now. I looked up to Louise in Frank’s body and felt the sudden urge to undress myself in front of him. I pulled my dress over my head threw it to the side and sat back down in the chair. Playing with my hair I asked: “Aren’t you gonna introduce me to womanhood…?!”
I was on holiday in Egypt and took part in a caravan trip.
After a few days I had learned the most important rules.
So I was allowed to ride alone on a camel.
You don’t know how she did it, but the instant your girlfriends black lover cam inside her you felt… strange.
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.