When i was a kid i had a friend. Her name was Jenny and we were inseparable. Unfortunately her dad found a new job, far away from out town and her family had to move out. I was very sad back then, Jenny was my only friend and now i was left alone.
Time passed and we didn’t had any contact. Eventually i moved on with my life and met new friends. I still remember her and i wish to see how is she doing.
(Sweet dreams, girl. Enjoy.) That’s what Marvin heard in his head each night when he staggered to his bed and passed out.
William might of gained a gorgeous female body after the great shift and even though he enjoyed fingering himself he missed the sensation of having his hard cock in his hand feeling it jerk when he came.
The blue van squealed into the lot, and Timothy shook his long blonde hair and adjusted the woolen scarf around his neck while shivering from the chill.
Me and my younger brother Doug had always been close, he was three years younger than me but we got along great. Still things changed one night when my mom came into my Room. You see Doug had been feeling odd for a few weeks so they had gone to the doctor that morning and now I was getting the news.
She keeps a watchful eye on me. Every time I act out of line, make a non-feminine action, or lock myself up, she sends a pulse. What is a pulse? A warm vibrant energy that gradually builds within my new dainty frame until it explodes into a crescendo of orgasmic delight. My entire body vibrates within itself as my mind is wracked back and forth by the female pleasure. Every time I clutch my sides and moan out in the most sultry voice; automatically. The feeling of my vagina’s walls spasming; the wetness that dampens my thighs; the sweet scent of my feminine nectar. The complete overflow of female hormones caused by sudden bliss enthralls my mind and body into a state of pure carnal pleasure after the pulse. I am forced to seek the nearest method for a second release- whether that be my hand, a toy, or a man. Then I simply melt into my body’s lust and sit there in a wave of femininity.
Rebecca was five months pregnant when the great shift swapped her with her husband James.
“So you really bought them?” Ryan asked his friend Rob.
I haven’t used it in a while because neighbors were beginning to notice things different when I would zap one of them and use the skins for awhile. Once everything calmed down, I decided that when I do it ,the person will not be from around my neighborhood. I was walking in the park one day when I noticed a young lady in her 20’s jogging in the park. She had a sexy toned body, very petite. I had never tried to fit my 6 foot frame in a skin that small, but the instructions said it would work. So I watched her as she jogged around the park. There is one part of the park that is wooded, so I figured that would be a good place to zap her. As she came running through, I zapped her…her skin crumpled to the ground. I ran out and quickly gathered everything up. Her ID showed her address and her set of keys. So I got inside of her house and stripped down. I took the feet and slid them on my legs… Wow!!! My feet and legs look so tiny!!! I had better stay sitting while I’m doing this, I could fall! I slid the skin up further , getting it past my ass and up past my waist. Whew! I didn’t know if it was gonna make it, but it did! I looked in the mirror…OMG! I look so funny! My upper body with the petite lower body of a woman! So, I continued up and finished by pulling the head over mine and smoothing it out and sealing the suit as usual. This really feels different! She must be about 5’3″. Let’s see… I saw a swim suit in the bath room…Aaah! This fits just right! Let’s go out to the pool for now and get some rays…
It happened two months after I started dating Kim. She was one of the hottest and smartest girls I’ve ever met. Before I met her she was a dating a moron. Apparently, her ex had her doing some weird stuff, and I don’t know why, but she was powerless to resist. One day, she took a small stone-less ring off her hand. While crying, she told me that the ring was all she had kept from him. “It is time to let go” she said, she wrote a note, and asked me to go throw the note and ring at her ex’s front porch. “Anything to help you feel better” I told her.