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.
I would never learn. I, like many men would never ever put the toilet seat down. It drove my female roommate mad. Technology is a funny thing that is growing rapidly in an exponential fashion. A small device has been designed which could alter reality. My roommate had one. She felt it quite fitting I became a woman for a month so I could finally leave the seat down.
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.
I hesitated at first. I was unsure. I didn’t know if it was for me. I don’t know why I did. It was so simple if I didn’t like it I changed back. I later enrolled at the last minute.
Arrival was simple. You walked in the gate male and once past the gate you were female. You walked through the gate with your bag too. All your clothes became feminine counterparts. I walked to my room excitedly. I could feel the jiggling of my breasts and the space between my legs and I couldn’t wait to explore.
I soon got to my room. I stripped naked and spent what must of been ages simply admiring myself. Breasts, a vagina, a soft ass. All things I’d never had before. I go through the bag I brought. It was full of make up, panties, heels, skirts, bras, dresses and perfumes. It was a completely different life.
Class began and some of it was normal. Maths, science, history however some was different. We had classes on womanhood. I loved the classes. They taught me to sit like a lady, apply make up, do my hair and sit to pee. I relished everyday. I constantly adjusted my hair and experimented with different shades of make up. I loved it.
At the end of the year, I had the choice. Male or female. It was easy. Female. I couldn’t say good bye. I loved the comfort of pantyhose, the free movement of skirts, the sexiness of heels, the softness of my female features, my long hair, my clean shaven vagina that gave incredible orgasms, the ability to cross my legs and my entire life in general. I couldn’t go back. This was too great. I couldn’t be happier. I can’t wait to find out where life will take me as a female. I must say I’m attractive. I could be a model.
Hey look at me. One quick jab and a simple injection and you can be a girl too. I was a man and look at me now. I’m sexy as fuck and I’m paid to wear these sexy clothes and help men like you discover the wonder of being female. So come on, it won’t hurt and I guarantee you’ll love it.
Oh my god this is me. Round breasts, long hair, feminine curves, vagina. I’m a girl. For some reason I’m not alarmed, I feel a sort of homecoming. I’m not scared of sitting to pee, learning make up or relations with men. I’m excited and ready to converge on a brand new horizon.
Martin awoke to shock. A woman, on a beach. He was no longer a man on his couch. That was an absolute certainty. Then it began flooding back to him. His friend, or former friend made Martin female. A beautiful girl with a slim yet not featureless body and blonde hair. Mia. Martin was hypnotised to be Mia, the girlfriend of his friend.
Martin was furious and the memories kept flooding back. His friends extravagant dinners with Mia which often followed a passionate session in a hotel room. Martin recalled the way that himself as a woman was an expert of walking in heels and wearing make up despite never having any experience before. Then he remembered the marriage.
This was not any day at the beach. It was Mia’s honeymoon following her wedding. Her beautiful wedding were she wore the most elegant white dress. She was so pretty. It disgusted Martin.
However, there was no way out. Martin was Mia, he would never be a male again. He was a woman and the wife of his friend, her husband. It’s time to move on and live the life as the wife of his friend.
It is a definite must have. I never thought of having one but the house I bought already had one installed. It was months before I tried it but once I had, I’d wish I’d given it a go sooner.