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Star Player to Cheerleader

You may or may not believe this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t believe me. I was linebacker last season. I laid out huge hits on everyone I was feared by all. I had more women than a brothel and that’s a fair statement. But then it all changed.
You see, I was a pivotal player for my team. I hate to sound arrogant but they couldn’t win without me. Of course, as I previously stated, I was a pretty big hit for the opposite sex. So… I did upset a few women.
Little did I know that an opposition team wanted me out. Permanently. They approached a group of girls I’d upset and revealed their plan. The girls loved it and were more than happy to play their role.
I was kidnapped. I was transformed into a girl. I was devastated. I valued my masculinity profusely and I had no idea how to live as a woman. I didn’t want to do make up, have uncomfortable shoes on my feet, wear a skirt or have long hair. I was a man.
I had to stay with the girls I’d upset. They were helpful. I knew that I wouldn’t be a man again so it was best to just try and adjust. They taught me plenty about womanhood even though I learnt somewhat reluctantly. Overtime, they convinced me to join the cheerleaders. I still wanted to be involved in the team so I guess cheerleader was as close as I was going to get now.
I was kind of beginning to enjoy the company of the girls. They were really quite friendly. I was loving cheerleading. It was great to be involved with the team and in many aspects it was better than playing. I never ever woke up extremely sore the next morning. The routines were so fun and it was so exciting watching the game with the other girls. I felt comfortable in the make up I had to wear for my routines.
I now accept being female. I don’t mind it. I have some great friends. I’m in the cheer squad. Wearing skirts is awesome. Having a flat crotch is super awesome particular when it’s so sexy and comfortable. I love cheerleading and doing all those high kicks in my short skirt and feeling those male eyes burn into my feminine skin. I don’t miss being a man. Not at all.

It’s pretty exciting (part one)

It sure is exciting changing genders.
John became Jess due to a chemical waste spillage. Most expected John to become depressed and possibly even consider suicide however he embraced his, or her, new form. Jess loved displaying her perfect round breasts to all her friends. She loved telling them how much better it was a woman and they soon experienced their own chemical accidents. They all agree it’s pretty exciting changing genders.

Oh Really?

“Listen honey, I have something I want to talk to you about.” Billy said to his loving wife Maria.
“Of course lover, anything.” She replied.
“I have something I’ve been hiding from you.” He confessed.
“Oh really?” She asked, feigning concern. “Go on.”
“Yeah. I haven’t been fully satisfied in bed.” He said. “It’s not that I don’t love you, I do. Nor that I’ve been cheating. I’d never. But I have a… quirk that needs addressing.”
“Quirk? Whatever do you mean?” She asked, giddily awaiting his confession to the fetish she knows he has.
“A fetish.” He said.
“Like feet or leather?” She asked, now just toying with him even though she knew full well from his browser history what it was.
“No… not really that weird, it’s just kinda…”
“Out with it!” She demanded, her patience growing thin.
“I have a makeup fetish.” He said, blushing. “I love it when a woman wears a ton of slutty makeup. It gets me so hot. Sometimes I worry when I walk around the city and see girls all done up for acting gigs, or jobs, or clubs. I’m afraid I’ll get an obvious hard on.”
“Oh sweetie. That’s fine. See, I haven’t been totally honest with you either.”
“Oh really?” Billy asked, no expecting this.
“Yes. See I’m in a unique position to make this cosmetic fantasy of yours a reality.” She smiled, drawing him into a chair in front of her vanity which was lined with makeup. “Choose.” She said.
“Oh my gosh! Thank you so much Maria!” He said and kissed her on the cheek. She grinned a devilish grin as he chose the sluttiest makeup on her vanity, this was all by design. She planted it there for him to find. She knew him well. “Done!” He said. “I’ll just wait while you…”
“Sure thing doll.” She said, emphasis on the word ‘doll’ and she snapped as he fell into a deep sleep, as though a toy run out of batteries. He froze, head still held up suspended by magic. Stiff like a pose-able toy. She then went to work. She first coated his skin liberally with moisturizer. Not just his face either. She painted his whole body with the stuff, it removed all dead skin, muscle, wrinkles, and body hair. This began to slowly work its way into the skin and change his body for the more feminine. Slenderizing him but not doing much else. He sprouted a proud set of curves, but mostly looked like a very feminine boy’s body with hips, long legs, thin waist and just a hint of breasts. She then coated his face with concealer. With it his imperfections were erased, as well as his facial hair. She then spackled his face with foundation that gave his skin an even, painted tone. In a flight of fancy she poked a small beauty mark on his cheek which became real. She then brushed dark powder onto his eyebrows which thinned them as they were drawn into perfect arches. Next she applied copious amounts of eye shadow, first a primer which smoothed the skin. Then light eye shadow for the highlights, and then a vibrant, slutty aqua. This process made his eyes grow big and sexy. Nextly came blush which literally made his cheekbones pop out. Last she snapped and woke him.
“…Put it on.” He stopped. “I feel funny.” He glanced in the mirror and gasped. “I’m… I’m…”
“You’re gorgeous.” Maria said. “Albeit slightly vain for me to say to the man who will be me soon.”
“What?” Billy asked. “You? I… Oh…” He looked down. His prick was twitching and painfully harder than it had ever been. “Oh god, yes!” He moaned as his voice rose an octave and became hers. She snapped again as his body began to shift more. Small tits budding on his chest, black curls bursting from his head. His cock came, but began to shrink into a tight wet, drooling pussy. His ears became pierced and his nails grew long and manicured. Then small orbs of silicone grew under his new breasts stretching them into rounder, faker tits. Just like his wife.
“Are you ready for the last touch?” His wife asked in his voice. Billy opened his eyes to see Billy. His wife had become him. And he looked so hot. In his hand was a tube of lipstick. Bright pink and glossy. All he could do was moan and nod yes with his big doe eyes. As the naked man drew closer to him, his own erect cock close enough to his face he could smell it and feel it’s heat. His wife in his body leaned down and with several careful strokes painted the new woman’s lips which promptly expanded under their spell. Overcome with lust she thrust her whorish mouth over the cock and sucked. Lubricating it.
“Look up, I want to see that face while I fuck my tits.” His wife commanded. She did as she was told looking up.
“I love you. Thank you. I never want this to stop. He said with his wife’s mouth.
“Oh really.” She replied, planning.

Justin Bieber

You didn’t want to believe it, but she’d actually gone through with it. Selena had really done it. When she said she didn’t like the new haircut, you thought nothing of it. You where an icon after all, and icons have to take risks. When she started saying you looked like a lesbian, you ignored her. Maybe she was just trying to flirt. And when she finally gave you an ultimatum: make a change, or she would. You ignored her once again. Read more

Love/Hate relationship

Yesterday Dale was just a typical redneck with a truck and a dog and a lot of hate for things he didn’t understand. He was on his way to a MLK rally to start some trouble with his friends. As soon as the boys arrived though something was off. They didn’t know it but a honest to god witch had put a spell over the rally to prevent the someone doing what the boys were planning to do. Read more

Lil’ Sluts

“Dude, what’d you put’in my drink?” Ben slurred.
“Just a lil’ something to get the party started.” Kevin replied, loud enough to drown out the party around them.
“What like molly? X?” Ben asked, looking around to see if they’d been noticed by anyone there, they hadn’t. They were kind of losers.
“Nah. Something we’ve never done before. You should start to feel it’s effects soon enough.” Kevin explained.
“What will I feel?”
“A pleasant warming feeling spreading throughout your body accompanied by a gentle tingle. You’ll get really horny and then you’ll start to notice the changes.” Kevin gave a knowing smirk.
“Changes?” Ben asked, his concern drowned out by drunkenness, he was less worried, and more unsure as to whether he heard his friend correctly or not.
“Yes, first and most noticeably will your hair.” Kevin said.
“My hair?” Ben asked. “Am I gonna lose my hair? What is this chemo?”
“No, no, no. It’s not chemo.” Kevin reassured his friend. “But you will lose your hair, but just on your body, not on your head. In fact, on your head quite the opposite will happen.”
“Opposite?” Ben pulled a confused face. “What so I’ll get more hair?”
“In a manner of speaking.” Kevin smiled, his gaze shifting from his friend’s face to just slightly north as he watched his hair grow long and shiny.
“Why are you looking at me like…” With that Ben raised his hand to his scalp and got a fistful of what was once a crew cut, but was now long feminine hair.
“Next of course will be your skin. Growing smooth and toned. Not an imperfection to be found.” Kevin went on. “Look, you’re acne’s already clearing up.”
“What is this?” Ben asked, growing ill from the shock. He rushed to the bathroom, stumbling as his center of balance shifted gradually as he shrunk. This of course was lost on him because he thought he was just drunk. Kevin followed his friend, basking in his own feminization, stroking his now soft, hairless arms and getting oh so aroused. Ben arrived at the bathroom mirror and was appalled at what he saw, but he couldn’t help touching himself through his pants, which now were much looser fitting than he remembered.
“Next you’ll start to see the skeletal changes. You’ve already shrunk considerably. I’m shrinking too, but you hips will then widen and your shoulders will narrow. All of your digits and limbs will become slighter and your face will follow suit.” Kevin narrated.
“Mmm…” Ben moaned. He watched in horrified ecstasy as his whole body shifted into that of a sexy young girl. His shoulders crushing in and hips widening. But by far the most unnerving, and confusingly arousing was watching his face shift. His cheekbones raising, his brow retreating, his eyebrows thinning, his nose and chin shrinking and his eyes growing.
“Next of course will be the more cosmetic changes. Fat redistribution and beautification. A thin lipid layer will be spread across you skin giving it a tight smoothness, your hips and ass will fatten up as well as your breasts and your cheeks will become shapely and cute and your lips. Well, that’s my favorite part. Your lips will pout up and out into an adorable, kissable mouth. Perfect for the night we have ahead of us.” And like everything else, As Kevin explained, so it then was. And soon Ben’s face was that of a sexy teenage girl, with the body and perky tits and ass to match.
“Kevin… Mmmm… Why does it feel so good.” Ben moaned in a voice that was not his own. Grasping at his rigid cock and stroking furiously, not caring that his equally feminized friend was staring at him doing the same thing. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna… OooohOOHHH!” And he had the most violent orgasm of his life, shooting out ribbons of cum all over Kevin’s face, clothes, and cock. And as soon as Ben’s cum hit him, Kevin returned the favor cumming all over Ben, more intentionally of course and with better aim.
“Oh god. It should be so gross, but I want it. Mmmm. And Beatrix licked it up. As soon as the cum touched her pouty lips the were stained a gorgeous bright red. She came again, all over her friend who now stood beneath her cock mouth wide ready to accept it. Katrina also had her lips stained ruby red as she lapped up friends cum hungrily. The Kat pounced on Bea and began sucking her cock, feeling it shrink in her mouth as Beatrix came her manhood away one moan at a time. Soon, Kat was lapping at Bea’s new pussy and stroking her own. The two of them fully made up in permanent makeup, written into the DNA dictating the color of their skin. The two newly born sluts lapped up all the remaining cum from each other’s faces, mouth and bodies and then realized their male clothes were still on and covered in cum.
“Like, what now Kat? We can’t like go out their dressed like this. They’ll like totally think we’re gross.”
“It’s all good doll. I brought us a change. And Kat pulled out two tiny tops from her bag. A white one for her and black one for Bea. The made out furiously as they got dressed and then emerged from the bathroom ready to party. And as soon as they came out then saw the looks they were getting from the boys in the room, even the girls. They shot the sexiest, dumbest looks back at them as they knew what kind of night they were in for.

Barely Still There

“What’s that?” asks Jeff.
“Oh… This?” Mark replies, holding up a small device. It resembles a T.V. remote, but it has a small screen on it. It says something but istoo far for Jeff to read.
“No… the other thing you have in your hand… of course that.” Jeff scoffs.
“Just a little something I picked up online.” Mark says with a devious grin. “Got it shipped special from Japan.”
“Well?” Jeff says, urging his friend to elaborate growing worried at his roommate’s cryptic replies.
“Well what friend?” Mark sneers as his eyes dart between Jeff and the screen, his fingers pressing what appear to be arrow keys.
“What does it do?” Jeff shouts, growing impatient. But that’s not all he’s growing. Suddenly he feels a tickle behind his ears and down his neck. As he reaches back to investigate he finds a large mass of rapidly growing blonde hair flowing from his scalp, replacing his short red hair. “What the fuck?”
“I’m glad you asked my friend. You see what i have here is a remote genetic restructuring device capable of restructuring your genome whilst simultaneously creating, in real-time, the corresponding phenotypical alterations I select.” Mark smiles, proud of his recitation of biology 101 terms.
“English motherfucker.” Jeff shouts.
“A transformation device.” Mark spits. “i.e. I point and click whatever I want you to be. Speaking of, let’s continue on our way shall we my dear? Let’s tan your skin, and lose all that excess body hair.”
“What?” Jeff’s voice grows meek as the fearful sensation of his skin growing soft and hairless becomes increasingly apparent under his jeans and t-shirt. His skin feels alien, feminine, slipping frictionless under the rough fabrics. Just as soon as the hair left the tan came on. A stinging sensation creeps over his skin, feeling as though he were getting a sunburn spraying onto him. As it slides up his arm he fights viciously with his other hand to wipe it off, but only manages to irritate his now soft, sensitive skin. “How is this possible?”
“Don’t think to hard darling.” Mark smiles, pressing more buttons, Jeff managed to make out the word FACIAL on the screen. “You’re much too pretty for that.”
“Huh?” Jeff queries, his voice sounding remarkably more girly and small as he feels his facial hair follow the way of his body hair and his eyebrows thinning. He runs to a mirror to see what’s going on. As he approaches his reflection the first thing he notices is his now big, dumb looking eyes. Permanently fixed in a bedroom gaze. Next his cheeks thinned out and his bone structure changed, his cheekbones rising and his brow flattening. Next his nose shrunk and his lips became a thin pout. Over his still broad shoulders he saw Mark clicking one button several times before snickering to himself. Then the pressure bloated behind his lips, pushing them out into clearly fake dick sucking lips. “What the hell…” Jeff stops, hearing the ditzy voice that escaped his porn star mouth.
“Now for the body. Thin waist…” Mark says. He clicks and suddenly Jeff feels ribs cracking, fat dissolving and muscle shifting and toning. The combination nearly makes him vomit. “Wide hips and a fat ass…” A similar sensation sweeps over him but feeling the fat redistribute back into his butt and hips. “Long legs.” And it was so. “Narrow shoulders, slender arms. Oh and can’t forget the constantly dripping wet pussy!” Jeff falls back onto the bed with all the overwhelming sensations. He feels his body writhe and shift under his skin, but most noticeably his cock becomes rock hard and feels like he’s cumming, or peeing, more like peeing cum. He takes his dainty hands and inspects to find his shrinking penis is ejaculating a clear viscus fluid, it smelled like pussy. Finally the penis retreated into his new vagina which was also dripping with the fluid, now less viscus but he still ached with arousal. “And now the last piece. Big, juicy, plastic tits.” Suddenly the fatty feeling pressure pushes against the back of his nipples. Jeff grabbed his newly budding tits and felt the fat fill them in, growing bigger with every breath when suddenly he felt a foreign body enter his breasts, expanding at a greater rate. Silicone implants. Pressing on the edges and giving his now DDD cup tits a round, fake look that clearly got Mark excited.
“Like… Why?” Jeff asks.
“Because I need to fuck. And so do you.” And he clicked another set of buttons. Suddenly thoughts of cock and cum and balls and the smell of men rushed through Jeff’s mind. His already dripping pussy gushed and throbbed as he nearly came right then and there.
“Not you! Mmmm… I’m so horny.” Jeff moans. “But not you. You monster.”
“Is that any way to treat your master Tiffany?” Mark said, confirming the name option.
“What? My name isn’t Tiffany… it’s… wait.” Tiffany was confused. Meanwhile, Mark was adding to this confusion by rapidly pressing the down arrow on the IQ menu. 100… “Is it? Tiff-an-ee” She mouthed, 90… “Tiffany, Hee Hee. Yeah that sounds right. 80… “It’s, like, Tiffy. Duh. Hee Hee.” 70… “Tiffy Titties. My name is that.” 60… “You want Tiffy fuck you?” 50… “Uhhh… Tiffy horny. Tiffy gots big tits. You wanna touch Tiffy? Hee Hee. Tiffy like you.”
“So Tiffany. Do you remember your old life before I rearranged you’re mind?” Mark smiled, tossing her a pink bra and white skirt. “Put these on.”
“Wait? I put on dress up time?” Tiffy asks.
“Yes. Then Tiffy fuck master Mark.”