Get a Kick 4
“Tell me. Does this look good to you? Tell the truth.” she asked.
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You’ve Got a Point
“There.” Steven said after unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her sizable breasts encased in a bra “Happy?”.
Secretaries
I never thought it possible, but for the last week I’ve been living as a buxom redhead bombshell named Susan, all because of a pair of spiteful secretaries.
Secretaries 2
For the rest of the day Martin and I got our, ugh, BOSSES drinks and took their calls as we learned about our new lives. I was Susan Reynolds, a 33 year old bachelorette with a mother in Connecticut and an apartment in Manhattan. Martin was Mary Hitchens with almost the same situation as I.
Mika
No no no no! He couldn’t have done this to me!
Hotel
“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.
Forever My Teenage Sister
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.
Mystery
I’ve been a werewoman for several months now, ever since I slept with one and inherited the curse. Every month on the fool moon I go through a painful transformation wherein not only my body shifts and melts into a woman’s, but my mind does too. On those nights I’m not Kevin the office intern trying to get a job, but rather Kelly the party slut. I usually don’t remember much of what I do when I’m Kelly, only that I am guy-crazy. More than once I’ve had to sneak out of a guys apartment in the morning after I changed back.
Requests
I’ve always been into tg captions and personally curious as to what it would be like to be a woman. The idea that my life and personality would be totally different were it not for some random chance in the womb always fascinated me, and I definitely found the idea of experiencing the other side of the gender fence, at the very least, sexually exciting. But I never thought I’d have the opportunity to truly experience it. That website had promised, like in so many captions I’d written and read, to change my body. Curious, I gave it a shot, and turned myself into a copy of a girl I’d found online. And like all those captions go, my computer almost immediately crashed and when I got it started again, that website was gone.
Broken Machine 4
Now that I had indulged my mother by putting on underwear, I slipped the loose shorts and tshirt back and the two of us headed back down to the dinner table. Immediately I could see and feel the difference the bra made. The jiggling that had annoyed me for the past day and a half was hugely reduced, and it also raised my bust making them look perkier and firmer. You could definitely tell that I’d put one on, evidenced by how my father and siblings stared at me when I reentered the room. The room was quiet as I sat back down and picked up my fork.
“Nice bra, bro.” My brother joked. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him.
“How about we stop discussing your brother’s chest, hmm?” My mother spoke up, “Or are you so fascinated by it you’d like to take a turn in it after your father fixes the machine?”
“And risk getting stuck like David? No thanks.” My brother said, taking a sip from his drink.
“Then keep your mouth shut.” She said from my body. Though I was embarrased to have to be defended, I was grateful that my mom put an end to it for now. I didn’t say much for the rest of dinner, and even though the conversation was directed away from me, I was still hyper consious of the bra. I wasn’t able to ignore how it constricted me or how the straps dug into my shoulders. A few times when my siblings weren’t looking I tried to adjust it through my shirt. At one point my brother caught me pulling at my shoulder strap and flashed a knowing smile at me.
After dinner I went straight to the guest room to get away from my annoying siblings. At this point I was counting the moments until my father fixed the machine and I could go back to my body. This whole experience was becoming the worst few days of my life. As soon as I got to the guest room I locked the dor and took my bra off. The initial feeling of release was wonderful, like kicking your shoes off at the end of the day. I’d only had the thing on for less than an hour but as long as I was alone I’d rather deal with the jiggling than the constriction.
The rest of the evening I spent in the guest room, only leaving to use the bathroom, something that I still despised in this body. Luckily, I didn’t see my siblings again for the rest of the evening.