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Live Stream Product

It was a supreme investment opportunity. The way in which Barry, Nathan and Adam had discovered ways for men to become women was revolutionary. Yet there was no way they could sell it legally. They couldn’t even administer it to others.
They decided they would display their handiwork on themselves via a live stream. People had to pay to stream the display of a true feat of scientific advancement. Millions tuned in each paying a substantial amount of money.
Once on air the three men all produced green bikinis. They each one by one slipped the bottoms on. The camera zoomed as it demonstrated the changes. The lower halves of their bodies became absolutely female. Their hips widened, hair diminished, skin softened, rears ballooned and their crotches flattened. Adam even gave the viewers a sneak peak of his (or maybe her) new genitalia down below.
They then all put the tops on. Their chests ballooned and stomachs flattened as arms became thin, lips plumped and hair sprouted. The soon all appeared as women. Barry was Beatrice (left). Nathan was Natasha (middle). The vagina-flashing Adam became Ava (right).
They all gave the viewers a show. They flashed their breasts and danced around. They flashed their asses and masturbated. The live stream was an immense hit.
The publicity was huge. They had millions of e-mails requesting the gender changing products they supplied. But they couldn’t, law said no. However, it didn’t stop them. The three inventors loved feminity and they saw it as a great idea to share it with everyone.
They made millions selling the products. Billions even. It soon became trillions.
It’s been five years now. Beatrice, Natasha and Ava are all still women and very happy. Thanks to their products 89% of the world is women. People simply couldn’t resist. These three women have changed the world forever more than any one in history before them. They are immensely popular and are goddesses to the world and they wouldn’t trade any of it.

Something is wrong with the neighbor

When Monica came back from work she found her husband John on the couch mumbling to himself “I’m an old black guy, I’m an old black guy”. In their 30 years of marriage she never saw something like this. When she aproached her husband he jumped out of the couch and in complete hysterics begin claiming that he is Alex, the young woman living across the street and that her body was stolen by Monica’s husband. Monica was ready to call for help thinking her husband went crazy but something inside was telling her she should at least check on her neighboors just to make sure her husband didn’t do anything stupid. Read more

Genie Series #30. @tiffany23

“Hello Genie! My name is Trent and I’m getting bored as the CEO of my company. I wish that I could live a much simpler life with a more menial life” Genie smiled as she read Trents wish. “I know exactly what he needs. Wish granted” she said, and as faded away into pink holographic symbols. Read more

Race to 10

My best friend Kevin was a warlock and since we were little he had been casting spells on us. Making us older, making younger, changing our genders, pretty much anything you could think a teenage boy would do with his powers. By the time we were in our early 20’s I had seen it all. Kevin came up to me a few days ago and said, “hey Sam I just learned a new spell that can make any changes permanent, including altering reality to match the change.” Read more

All In

“All In!” he shouted as he slammed the table. He didn’t even bothered to push the chips forward. Read more

So real

“She looks so real” were my last words as a man. The sculpture of one of my favorite characters caught my eye. I had to take a closer look at it. I don’t know why, but I felt the need to touch her. As soon as I did, everything changed. I was looking at what appeared to be myself. “What just happened?” I asked with a girl’s voice. I grabbed my throath. “I sound like a girl” I said. The former me looked paralized, like if he was some kind of mannequin. Read more

Still A Man

I’m not giving in. Just because you’ve made me a woman and given me the clothes of a woman it dosen’t mean I’m a woman. I’m a man. Maybe not in the inside but believe me I am. Look at how I’m sitting. Just because you’ve thrown me in a dress and heels, dosen’t make me sit with my legs crossed and acting lady like. I’ll sit there with my legs apart like I’m watching a game of football and scratch were my nuts once were out of habit. I’m still a man. Don’t try and make me a woman.

Becoming Stephanie

It’s good to feel comfortable with myself again. After a long process of adjusting into this body I’m able to smile again. I wasn’t always a woman, before the great shift I was a man named Mike. Read more