Can’t Focus: The Bet Part 1

“Just leave me alone okay!” Jake shouted at Mike. “Jesus. I can’t focus right now, you turned me in to some chick. You’re a son of a bitch.”
“Just leave me alone okay!” Jake shouted at Mike. “Jesus. I can’t focus right now, you turned me in to some chick. You’re a son of a bitch.”
Oh fuck. That’s me. I have a vagina. Where’s my dick? What happened? What the fuck? I can’t live like this. Where’s my dick?
Ever since this happened my minds gone crazier and crazier. I went from man to woman and despite my initial panic I was ok but my minds changing. I seem to be consistently losing my intellectual talent and my interests keep on changing. I went from liking cars and sports to being obsessed with lipsticks, lingerie, skirts and heels. What’s most concerning is my desire for men. I can’t stop thinking about cock and my desperate need for one inside me. What’s happening to me? This isn’t me.
(#alternatereality, part 3)
You’d be surprised. I know I was. When I was told it was governement regulation to become a girl for six months and it was my turn I was dissapointed but I was also accepting. After all, everyone had to do it.
What surprised me was how it felt. I assumed as well as most that the biggest difference would be having nothing between your legs and in turn having a vagina and sitting to pee. If it wasn’t that I’d presumed the long hair or breasts. But it wasn’t. Not at all.
Women are built differently to men. Well, we all know that. Particually out back though. Men don’t have hips and rears like women. That was what I found to be the biggest difference. I have two huge jelly-like cushions hanging off my rear with a crack to seperate. They’re unreal. My ass bounces, jiggles and wiggles as I walk. Step by step. When I sit it is a couple comforting pillows making me feel great.
To be honest, I’m upset. It’s upsetting that I have to give my ass and the rest of my body away. It’s a shame I have to be me again.
As many would know all too well, it’s not easy to find work. However, thanks to the new government scheme it’s much easier. An applicant can change their gender to suit the role courtesy of the government.
Garry and Leon applied. They became Georgina (left) and Louise (right). It didn’t take long to source work and they snapped up jobs as secretaries at the same firm.
The government assisted them greatly, not only did they give them the bodies they sorely needed but they changed their entire lives. The government provided make up lessons and lessons in feminine behaviour. They also supplied an entire closet of feminine clothing in exchange for their masculine counterparts.
They’ve both adjusted greatly. To them being female is normal. Georgina even has interest in men. She quickly made a name for herself as the office slut before settling down with a wealthy man who will no doubt one day ask her to marry. Louise on the other hand still stands by her male views and only has an interest in women however Georgina insists that she can change her mind.
It was so interesting. Finding a device that could alter the genders of those around me. I didn’t really believe it at first and initially brushed it off as been completely and utterly outlandish. I put it in my cupboard and put it to the back of my mind.
However later curiosity got the better of me. I had to see if it could do what it said it could. It seems cruel looking back on it but I tried it on my dog. Soon the old boy was a girl. No longer did he cock a leg up to pee. She squatted. After a few days I changed him back which caused him to go crazy. I changed him back to a she and the growling stopped. I assumed that maybe he liked being female.
It made me think. The dog enjoyed it so much. Maybe I could try being female, it was pretty easy to change back. If I didn’t like it which I was certain I would, I would change back. Nothing lost.
I clicked the button and it happened. I became a woman. Tits, curves, long hair and a vagina. A woman. With the device I also altered reality slightly. I had decided that it was best I fully live through womanhood to make it realistic. I made all my male possessions their female equivalents and I changed my identity to Katie (3rd from the left).
I pushed myself to adjust. I swore to myself I would last at least a week. It wasn’t easy. I wanted to fit in so I learnt how to walk in heels and do make up. It really requires quite intricate skills to make yourself look your best. Then there was sitting to pee which at first was purely humiliating.
It wasn’t long before I began to consider the female gender. The pluses and minuses of being a member of the other side. I loved the plush bottom of a woman that allowed comfort as well as the space between my legs which meant for the first times my legs could come together with ease. I also enjoyed breasts and the cooling sensation of a dress or skirt. Not to mention the satisfaction of looking in the mirror. I soon decided that I would stay this way for a little longer and maybe share the joy with others.
Andrew, Larry, Byron, Nate and John were all great friends of mine. I proposed to them that they join me as a woman just to try. I went through all the benefits I had discovered. It didn’t matter they stubbornly refused. I was devastated. I later decided that I may as well make them change after all I don’t need consent.
Andrew became Anna (far left), Larry became Lauren (2nd from left), Byron became Bianca (4th from left), Nate became Natalie (2nd from right) and John became Jessica (far right). They were all quite distressed. I altered reality to match their identities and give them female possessions. I also made us all live in the same house.
It was great fun. Mentoring these new women. Teaching Natalie to do make up, Jessica to sit to pee and Anna to walk in heels. It was so much fun. It wasn’t long before they embraced womanhood as much as I had. Soon, we had all agreed to stay this way forever.
I was so happy. I almost felt bad for forcing the others into this but at the end of the day I forced them to be happy. How can I feel bad about that? This is so good. We’re living the dream. Wearing skirts and having vaginas. Living the dream. What Are Friends For?
They were all so excited. They got to be women for a whole month. They loved being able to look down and see breasts and cram their fingers into their starving vaginas. However, as with most good things in life there’s a catch. They have to act like women. Make up, skirts and heels are all absolute requirements. But none of they mind it just adds to the sexiness of it all.
The Westside Gym was unique. It was an all-girls gym. There isn’t a single male member, however to join in the first place you must be male.
It transforms people. They change men into women. It is immensely popular and it is quite difficult to get in. But I was lucky, as were the friends I have around me. Can you see me? The blonde in the range. I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been her for a year now and I can’t thank the gym enough for it.
They were all wrapped. Being offered the opportunity to be beautiful females for the weekend don’t come often. Particularly for men.
For Ryan, Nate, Barry and Fred they had this chance and the took it. None of them are going back, that’s for sure.