This will be hard to believe, but last month I bought a camera and a really special 3d printer. The process was simple, I would take a picture of any person, and the 3d printer would create a body suit of that person. According to the manual I could wear the suit for weeks, the only important thing was to never get it wet.
It happened two years ago. After meeting a girl at a bar, I invited her over, and she gave me a blowjob. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but she sucked my manhood, and a matter of minutes, she turned me into a blonde bimbo. I wasn’t upset at all. I knew exactly what had happened, it was a gift. She had chosen me carefully, and she decided I had to be one of her sisters.
Where am I now? In another woman apparently. This has been happening for weeks now.
“I have to concentrate; I can’t let her know I’m bored. She keeps rubbing herself on me like crazy and moaning while I just glue my face to hers wanting that she just reach her climax. She became so lesbian. I just wish I still had my original equipment, damn, I wish that at least I could enjoy this like the lesbian I’m pretending to be. But it’s getting harder and harder to maintain this farce. I’m dreaming about men almost every night now. Worse than that, the protagonists of my dreams are boys, boys that barely left high school. When I’m outside, I frequently catch myself staring at them, and I know they check me out too, and I like it, I like it a lot. I’m not sure if I’m still doing a good job hiding it from her. I guess it’s just a matter of time, but I don’t know how to tell her that her husband is now a very heterosexual girl, I’m not ready to admit that I’m into guys now. I’m already wearing panties daily for some time; I’m already letting her do some makeup on me. I’m enduring all this, but no, this one I’m not ready for. I can’t stand one more shame. Even more, a big one like this that can even tear us apart, no I have to be strong for us. Damn you Great Shift that put me in this body.”
My girlfriend Amy came home with a lamp. “It’s a genie lamp” she said. “yeah right” I said while laughing. “Yes! I can prove it” she said while rubbing the lamp, and she was right, a genie came out of it. He looked out of a cartoon, he was even blue. “Hello mistress. You still have two wishes remaining” the genie said. “two? you already wished for one?” I asked her kind of angry, “what did you wish for?”. “Isn’t it obvious? money! lots of it. We are rich John!” she said. “your second wish?” the genie asked again.
Ted agree to the arm wrestling contest with his girlfriend Leona, knowing he would win, but he wanted to be nice.
My best friend James was about to get married. I was in charge of planning his bachelor party. I didn’t want to hire just one stripper, I wanted to do something very different for him. So after looking for ideas online, I found a special service designed for bachelor parties. They had two options, the usual “one stripper deal”, or “the stripper orgy”. And that second option sounded too good to be true. I quickly signed up all of us.
I have been friends with Sarah for a long time. I originally sought her out when we were in high school but after years of trying finally realized I was in the “Friend Zone”. We remained very close friends for many years and I saw men come and go, but I never saw her happy. We were at her house late one night when I asked her what was going on with her love life, especially if I saw an opportunity to get out of the zone. She confessed that she had been having feelings for the fairer sex. Realizing this was my last chance I confessed all the built up feelings I had over the years. She was shocked. She cared for me but not in that way. But then we came up with an idea that we could be happy with. She had heard of a company that had the ability to change a male to a female with a bodysuit. Together we created the perfect woman, albeit a little chubby n curvy but she was magnificent. When the suit arrived from Nu-You, I wasted no time putting on the voluptuous form. I felt my ass and my thighs expand to curvy proportions and my breast become a solid 36 E. Last but not least was the mask; this beautiful mask with plump lips and flowing brown hair. I began to slide it over my head and align all the pieces into place. I looked into the mirror and was astonished. The curvy beautiful woman stared back. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but love makes one do crazy things. I called Sarah over and told her I was ready. She let herself in and instantly stopped as soon as she saw me. Her eyes filled with lust and desire. She tore off our clothes and embraced me into a passionate kiss. I looked down at her; I started to speak, when she shushed me by putting her finger on my lips. She threw me onto the bed and began to kiss me removing the rest of my clothes. She began to kiss my moistening slit and lick it slowly. My back arched as pleasure overwhelmed me. She suddenly stopped. Sarah looked up with a look on her face of guilt. She confessed that she knew about my feelings for her long ago but I just wasn’t her type. But as she got older and her she realized her orientation, she began to think of ways that could both make us happy. She knew I would continue to have feelings for her after all these years. So she convinced me to get a bodysuit. After she relayed the story, I was stunned but I shushed her. I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. I told her that I didn’t care and that if being this way meant that I could be with her then I would. Sarah smiled the biggest smile that I had ever seen from her. We continued our lovemaking session for several hours. We laid on the bed sprawled out and exhausted. From this moment forward I knew my life was about to get very different but a lot better.
Holly and I grew up together. Our families were the only ones on the block with kids so we played and became best friends even though I was three years older. As she grew up though she became quite pretty. She was comfortable around me so she never thought much about what she was wearing or how little. Holly was my best friend though so I tried to be respectful even if my glance went her way.
I started investing when I was 16 and was good at trading stocks, enough to pay for college and buy my parents home so they could retire early and go enjoy their later years. So I was able to work from home still and Holly would come over and do homework or just hang out and watch TV and play games. She was at home watching sports with my other friends and fit in with our group, though all agreed she had become a real looker.
She was over one Saturday afternoon like usual. I was in sweats with no shirt and she had kicked off her sweat pants and just had her panties and a zip up hoodie on while we watched a Premier League game. When she started talking about applying to colleges I decided to tell her how I really felt. I told her I was in love with her. She said that she loved me too, but sadly I just wasn’t her type. I said I was willing to change. I could work out more or grow a beard. Whatever she wanted. She indicated that there was a chance and went home. I grabbed a beer and was a bit dazed. It didn’t go as bad as it could but it didn’t go well. Before I really got to think about it she came back in with a weird contraption. She claimed it was something her dad, an amateur inventor, was working on.
She played with some dials then pushed a button and it zapped me with some light. My sweats became thigh high stockings and my boxers little black panties. I thought them both a bit tight and rolled my right stocking down while she twisted more dials and fired again. Now they felt comfortable but the world looked a bit bigger. I saw the bright red on my nails when looking at my hand. I looked in the mirror and she had made me a girl and I was a couple of years younger than her now. If this is the body she wanted to be with that was fine by me. I would totally fuck me. I preened a bit in front of the mirror and then Holly apologized. I said that there was no reason to, I liked this new body. Then she said it wasn’t for that and the device bathed me in light one more time. That’s when she put the device down and came up behind me. She reached her hands across my belly and began fingering my pussy. It felt amazing. I had my hand on her thigh and normally would have roamed everywhere but my Mistress hadn’t given me permission to do that. She told me that the mental changes were the last addition. I still knew everything I did before, but she liked being in control of her lovers so I had to become submissive to her. Mistress fondles my clit and whispers that now we can be together forever. Sometimes I please her but mostly she likes making me writhe in ecstasy. Mistress Holly is so generous. I still trade stocks and make us rich when she is out. When she is home I’m her own immortal goddess ready for her touch. She used the machine to stop aging then smashed it so her dad couldn’t undo the creation of her perfect plaything. She is very proud of me and even invites my old friends over so they can watch as she brings me to an orchestra of orgasms.
I found a medallion on a bench in the park. It had a green stone in the middle and a golden outer rim. I waited for a while to return it to the owner. But no one showed up. I took it home, “maybe I can give it as a gift later on” I thought.