I’ve always felt different. I can’t explain it, but I feel like there is something different in me. My mother, Kim, got pregnant while on the beach a couple of decades ago. Although she is a great mother, back then she was a bimbo. She slept with so many guys that day, that she doesn’t know who my father is.
“Please, let me go home!” I told the stranger infront of me. “Sure, I will let you go, if you can tell me where you live” he said. “I live in… in….” The more I tried to remember, the more my head hurt. It was like I had forgotten everything that happened before yesterday. “I don’t remember!!! but still, let me go!” I kept yelling and crying. “Sure, if you can tell me your name. I will let you go”. Once again, I couldn’t remember it. I continued to cry. “Don’t cry, I can’t stand a nice lady like you crying” he said. “But I am not a lady, I am not a woman, I am a….” I said, while looking down, and realizing I had breasts, and quite a feminine figure.
Most people don’t understand what it means to be in a gang. I don’t spend my days dealing drugs or shooting people. Mostly I make sure that the local stores don’t get robbed by the neighborhood punks and that there isn’t any violence on the streets that is not gang sanctioned. It organized, we exist within a few city blocks and everyone is answerable to someone.
“Why don’t you look happy Amy?” My sister asked me. I was still mad at her, she had spiced my bath. She knew how stressed I was with work, so she convinced me to take a special relaxing bath. She gave me some scented bath salts. “Just add them in and relax” she said “all your troubles will fade away”.
A few years ago, my wife had gotten a special drink that was supposed to make us understand each other better. She said, it would make us swap bodies for a week, and then when we went back to our formerselfs, we would understand each other better. I was a little reluctant, but I was curious about being a woman, so I agreed. After we both drank from it, we swapped bodies. I expected to be in her body, but something went wrong and I was in a whole different city, actually I was in a whole different country. I was a blonde woman. I didn’t know her name.
Imagine having your life all messed up. That’s exactly what happened to me. I was supposed to use a spell on a coworker, to have him pay for the stupid things he had done to me and my other friends. But he knew what we were planning, he knew I had bought a book of spells. So he had prepared himself with a protection charm. The moment I casted the spell, it rebounded, and hit me. I fell to the floor. As I tried to stand up, I strated growing breasts, I shrunk down about two inches, my waist got trimmer, my hips expanded, my body hair just evaporated, my face reshaped. I felt the last of my manhood go into my body.
I had just bought a really expensive wine. I knew exactly what its properties were. I invited my friends to a party. I promised them, that I will introduce them to Amy, the hottest girl they had ever met.
It all started when I started cheating on my girlfriend, I know i shouldn’t have but the other girl had such a nice body. I felt guilty and I wanted to do anything to pay her back for what I did. I was trying to figure out a way to tell her one night. All of the sudden she bursts into the room with a sexy outfit on that held in her huge D cup breasts. I lusted over them as they bobbed when she approached me. She had in her small hands two champagne glasses for us. I took a sip as she did the same.
‘Well?’
‘Well what?’
He – well, she, turned back to the mirror.
‘Well waddaya think what?’
‘You’re hot.’
She frowned. ‘That all?’
‘That’s what I think.’ I said.
She did not look at all satisfied. Pouting somewhat, she tried to do something with her haystack of a hairstyle, but there wasn’t anything seeming to come of it.
‘There’re some hairpins in the bag somewhere.’ I told her. She began rattling with the contents of the bag, until she found the hairpins. First she put them into her mouth, then suddenly changing her mind she laid them aside and turned back to me. ‘Why do you have any hairpins anyways?’
‘I bought them for you.’
‘Liar.’ She declared without a moment’s hesitation.
That was her. That was why I fell in love with him in the first place, and loved her still.
‘They were my girlfriend’s’
She did not comment immediately. Only a few seconds later, pretending to be incredibly preoccupied with her hair, she asked.
‘Was She hot?’
I smiled. ‘I wasn’t in love with her.’
She threw a disdainful glance at me. ‘I wasn’t asking that.’
‘She was. She was very hot… But she wasn’t you.’
‘You know you’ll be personally buying all my hairpins from now on.’ She said. I knew. She finally gave up on her hair – let it fall onto her shoulders and her back in an exotic, niagaraish manner, and climbed on the bed beside me. There was silence in the hotel room for a while.
‘So’ I asked ‘Are you feeling all right?’
She looked at me. ‘We’ll see.’ She said finally. She ran her petite hand along my stomach, up and down again. ‘But… But I really think I am.’
I kissed her. Long and hard.
And, for the first time, she kissed me back.
My mother (middle) had always wanted a daughter. She would constantly go on about how great it would be to be a third generation of blonde beauties. The first generation being my Grandmother (left). She had a few serious conversations with Dad about making it happen. This made Dad furious and he walked out on the family.
I didn’t want to be a girl. No way. I was a boy. However with Dad absent Mom had the opportunity. She dragged me into the TG Clinic to become her daughter. I came out as a young healthy blonde (right). Mom and Grandma were wrapped with the results. They had a beautiful young girl to carry on the tradition. I hated my new body. Being a girl wasn’t easy. However, soon I loved. There a few things better than feeling a part of and included in the family. I am the envy of many. I can now sit however I please due to my lack of genitals, however, we must keep it lady like of course.
I feel bad for fighting the change because really it is the best thing to ever happen to me.