Check it out. How fucking hot are we? Our long hair and round asses. Wow. I have to be absolutely honest and say this is the best thing ever. I can’t believe I ever lived happily as a man.
So, here I am. A girl. I never wanted to attend this wretched educational institution but it was all my own doing, I wouldn’t change. Miss Grenniges School for Wayward Boys is one of a kind. The school takes in boys who are off the rails and make them female.
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.
I never really saw myself as an entrepreneur. I just felt I was a budding scientist. My passion was always genetic remodelling. When searching for a cure to combat a vicious disease I found something quite interesting. By accident I had stumbled upon a way to instantly change a person’s gender. I told absolutely no one and for the first time the lure of financial gains tempted me.
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.
He found it hard to keep his mind off her. The way she walked atop of high heels in that sexy skirt and black pantyhose. No one else was like it. She was definitely his favourite teacher. He sat there trying to do his homework but he couldn’t, his mind was on something else. Her. Miss Longley.
Then boom. Everything changed. The text book, the calculator and his pictures of him with family vanished. The desk was different too. A vaguely familiar piece of writing which looked like an essay or report of sorts was spread on the desk. It was his essay on sociology, the one he handed in two weeks ago. He hadn’t got it back because it hadn’t been marked. It was strange.
He reaches forward with his delicate manicured hand. It took him a moment to realise it but the hand wasn’t is. Further investigation via frisking his body up and down confirmed that he was a she. On his chest were breasts and nothing lied down below.
He sits there shocked and panicked, trying to come to terms with being female. He is a she. It’s not right. It must be a dream.
He continues to observe his now her body. Skirt, sizeable breasts, nice clean shaven legs beneath pantyhose and heels. He kicks the heels off under the desk and let’s his new girly pantyhose covered feet slide across the wooden floor like silk.
He stands and sees a mirror he walks across. It was soon clear that he was Miss Longley. Instantly, he began ripping the clothes off her body. He’d been picturing her naked for eternity finally he would know what she looked like under those clothes. He wasn’t disappointed. She was pure beauty.
After many moments of admiration. He had to be serious. He was Miss Longley. There was no going back. He had to accept it and do her job, mark those papers. He now stared to himself that he was a she and her name was Leanne Longley.
She threw some comfortable clothes on and got to it. She marked paper after paper. Many were quite interesting. She definitely found marking it more interesting than writing. The height of the pile decreased and decreased and decreased until nothing remained. She was done. She could go to bed and enjoy her body.
Time passed, she learnt how to live as Miss Longley. She didn’t want to arouse suspicion so she tried to make it as realistic as possible. She dresses, wore make up and did her hair like Miss Longley. She even taught like Miss Longley. She loves it. Nothing beats being the sexy school teacher in hosiery and heels. Nothing.
Matt woke up as Mindy and could never be happier. He hadn’t even gotten out of bed nor to a mirror, and already was smiling at the results after pleading with the fortune teller at the carnival that he wanted to be a she. He loved his new soft smooth skin, breasts, and parts below as well. A tingle went throughout him as he touched his new clitoris so gently with his longer nails. He had thrown off the pink sweater he woke up in to see his breasts, but would put that back on before going out, it did go well with his jeans and heels. Speaking of heels, perhaps he should practice first on a brisk walk to the mirror, to see if he or now she could walk like a lady in heels and not stumble. Later as she strutted up town, she was noticing the men more it seemed, and looking at some of the woman with jealousy now. Perhaps the new Mindy was changed more than she realized. She had until the end of the carnival to get changed back if she desired, after that it would be permanent. She winked at one of the male runners across the street from her, thinking now was the time to try everything, but, also deep down knew her decision was final, and it wouldn’t break her heart of the carnival was already gone.
When foot fetish man Dick Randy licked Sarah Lynn’s sexy nylon clad foot, he thought it would be just another wild foot fetish night for him, and perhaps he was right, to a degree. Upon licking her foot, he instantly changed into a busty brunette with his own set of pantyhose clad feet tucked away in designer pumps, much like the ones Sarah was wearing.