I sat crosslegged in Chris’s living room dangling my high heal on my show, waiting eagerly for Chris to get home. That’s how I’ve been for the last week, ever since he used the reality remote to make me a clone of Christina Hendrick’s character from Man Men. I was mortified to suddenly be some buxom woman dressed from the ’60s, but before I could react he pushed a button and…
2 months. I have been undercover for 2 months as the mob boss
Sam Reiser’s personal assistant. I’ve been slowly gaining his trust, and finally, he slipped up.
He was always the quiet type. People urged him to come out of his shell but he refused. He was the quiet type, there was no doubt about that. His friends felt that he was a great person and others needed to see that, so they did him a favour. They allowed him to come out of his shell.
The wizard was more than happy to assist. He cast the spell that made him a her. He became a stunning blonde with an outgoing personality.
Her new identity was that of Shawna and she had a reasonable amount of money which meant she had the ideal wardrobe for an outgoing woman. Mini skirts, lingerie, fake tan, make up, pantyhose, bikinis and the colour pink was in abundance.
Shawna was world famous for her social media. Nothing was off limits. Next week she’s delving into the realm of pornography. She certainly came out of her shell.
(#alternatereality, part 2)
I shifted my weight awkwardly. I was definitely not used to wearing high heels. “Can’t believe you did this me, jackass. When will you change me back?”
I was slated to leave for this new school only 2 days after my appointment with the doctor. Needless to say, it was emotional. It being a boarding school, I had to say goodbyes to all my friends and family with incredibly short notice. Worse yet, our term lasted into early august. I might be back for a week before everybody left for college. My band was bummed, but tried to make light of it. “Damn, we just lost our main attraction. We might need to hold auditions for a chick just to get somebody who can hit your notes, haha.” I winced. If I hadn’t caught this sooner, they wouldn’t have needed to bother.
The guys stopped the car in an empty place.
I never thought it was would all end up like this. In fact, I never wanted this. Never. I was a man and I intended on staying one. I was masculine and I never thought of being female and if I were to think about it I would see it as immensely disgusting.
I hope he knows that I’m not just his sex slave. He can’t just rob me of my masculinity and make me a female and put me in skimpy latex outfits and expect me to take his cock in whichever hole he pleases. But he needs to know, his cock isn’t going in any hole of mine. Just because I’m a woman dosen’t mean I have to bend over, get on my knees or spread my legs for him. There is no reason why I simply can’t sit with my legs together. Eventually he will see that I am useless and will give me back my masculinity. However, I doubt that will happen, he’ll probably just throw me out and when I leave my femininity will leave with me. I’m not being a man again. I’m stuck as a female, I know it.
Watching your parents get divorced is tough. Mine split while I was 13, and I hated it. But after a while, you stop wanting them to get back together, and just want them to be happy with somebody. My mom didn’t take long to do just that, but my dad was really beat up over the whole thing. It wasn’t until my junior year of high school that he finally met Courtney, who would eventually become my step-mom.