The next morning when I arrived at the office to start my new life in a 19 year old secretary’s body, I found that I had been transferred. Well, technically promoted. I was now Jake Salvo’s personal assistant.
So here’s my new plan, call in sick with the flu for the rest of the week and become a cam girl. No contact with men means no chance I get fucked by one, and at the same time I can ruin this little bitch’s life. After just two nights of cam’ing for an hour on a free website, I had more than a 1000 viewers. It’s amazing what a little masturbation can do. The best thing was I /finally/ got some relief. I don’t know if I just got better at the task or what, but sticking a vibrator in this body’s pussy on camera did the trick.
Tonight is my fourth night in Melissa’s body, and for the first time I finally feel like I’m going to pull it all off. Not just that, but I’m going to kick it up a notch when I’m streaming and fucking myself on camera. In her closet I found a sexy, latex French maid outfit, so it’s time to do some roleplaying.
As soon as I put on the uniform, I also put myself into character. My uniform is tight, just the way my master likes it. I clean my master’s room a little, but then I start thinking about him fucking me and my pussy gets wet. The latex of this outfit is making me even hotter. I can’t take it anymore…I never wear panties to give master easy access, so when I lay on the bed with my legs spread open it’s not hard to get to work. I take my feather duster and stick it in my pussy. Faster and faster I work it in me. I try to keep it down, so I don’t wake up anyone, but small moans start to escape my mouth. Then tiny screams. Then loud screams. My hips are trusting upwards and I’m furiously fucking myself as I finally lout out a scream of pleasure. I keep going…over and over, I pump the makeshift dildo inside me…I lose track of time…lose track of where I am…who I am…
Oh fuck…is someone at the door…?
I get out the bed and tip toe to the front…slowly and carefully making as little noise as one can in 6 inch heels…
I’m about to look through the peep hole when…I hear a voice:
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.
My name is Robert Bateman, and I am the hardest working attorney in New York City if not the entire world. After two straight years of not taking a single day off, I booked a week long vacation to the Bahamas. There I was relaxing on the beach when I drifted off to sleep on the sand…
I think i reacted appropriately to the situation. I mean, i’d like to see any of you respond to waking up one morning to discover you suddenly have a firm pair of breasts and have somehow switched genders whilst you slept. I’m also surprisingly hot…..nice.
You look down, and realize the potion worked: you were now a busty girl. You reach up and give one of your new tits a squeeze. Not bad, though you thought they’d be a bit bigger. You look past your new breasts, and spot your slit further down between your legs. You start to reach down to it, but your eye catches something else. On the counter in the distance is the potion bottle, still half-full…
Turns out all he wanted was to ogle my butt and tell me that i was accompanying him to a convention in a weeks time, in terms that sounded like he was giving me a choice. Better have separate rooms….
You sit beside the pool, watching Brandi splash around with some guys who were obviously into her, and with boobies like hers, threatening to burst out of her little bikini top, who could blame them? You look down at your own bikini, but you’re instantly distracted by the huge belly just past it. James had really filled you up, in more ways than one. It had been eight months since then, and Brandi was lucky she had been more interested in tit-fucking: you weren’t sure either of you could handle the both of you being pregnant.
But even as round as you are, that wouldn’t stop you from getting some action. What else is a bimbo good for after all? You were surprised how many guys wanted to suck your milk-filled boobies, and feel your bloated belly pressed up against them. And speaking of…
Brandi had lost half of her top, but one of the guys was clearly more interested in something else. You wag your finger at him, calling him over as you pull down one half of your bikini top. His eyes go wide and he quickly comes over to you. Brandi and the other guy follow suit, and before you know it you’re in their car, giving them directions back to your house.
“Hello? Anyone in?” i asked to an empty apartment.