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.
“I want you to meet Amy. It’s hard to believe that this kinky and bimbo of a girl was completely different a week ago.” I told my friend James. “Who is she? how come i don’t remember her?” he asked me. “Well, that is because, 1 week ago she was Dan.” I said. “Dan? The Dan? Dan who was a bully back in highschool?” James asked “how? how!? how did you do that?”. “How is not important, what’s important, is that she is waiting for her last command to finish her transformation”. Amy, still sitting in my kitchen floor, completely naked had a blank stare.
I had heard about this game because of him- I don’t even know his name- I only knew him as CaptionMan from OTGC…. It was called Hold the Moan. He had messaged me to let me know that it was a real game, and was curious if I wanted to play. I liked the idea of a challenge, and a temporary chance to embrace my feminine side and make a sex slave out of him in the process.
“what’s this?” I said as I openned a book I had just found out in my own living room. I live alone, and I don’t remember seeing that book before. As I quickly browsed through all its pages, I noticed it was full of drawings, but it mainly had tips on how to be the ideal wife. “This is stupid” I said as I read some of the rules and tips.
I’m not sure what happened. Well, I know what happened, I just don’t know why. I was at the depot waiting for the morning train to work when it happened. The crowd seemed to draw back from me and there stood an old lady. She pointed and screamed at me “You! You’ll pay for what you did!”, then she waved her hand and everything went black. When I came to, I was setting on a park bench, dazed and confused. I felt strange. Small in places. Large in others, my business suit seemed to drape over me. I wandered a bit, trying to clear my head until I saw my reflection in a store window. I was a woman! Then it came back to me. That old lady at the train depot. Had I some how done something to her? Was it mistaken identity or was she just crazy? Whatever the case , she had cast a spell or curse or something on me. I looked at my reflection again. I was beautiful. Tall, slender, blond hair all wrapped in a man’s baggy suit. But what to do now? I had little cash on me. I had my credit cards, but my ID was no good in this body. I couldn’t go home. There was no way security would let me in my apartment. Who would believe I was Joe Banks, 32 year old investment banker. Then it came to me, Peter! Peter Parker, my best friend. We had roomed together in college. We had partied and chased women together. If anyone would believe me, it would be Peter. To say Peter was dubious is an understatement. Wouldn’t you be if a crazy woman showed up on your door step, looking like an upscale bag lady, and says she was your best friend magically turned into a blond beauty?After much talking, begging and almost sobbing, Peter began to come around. After relating facts, only he and I would know, Peter was convinced. Seeing I was a wreck, he let me stay in his guest room for the night. The next morning, Peter offered to help me sort this mess out. He took me shopping for more appropriate clothes. He took me to dinner to keep my mind off my problems. I have always liked Peter and enjoyed his company, now I began to realize he was also a gentleman. He was funny and protective and I began to see him in a new light. We had just returned to his place from dinner when he handed me an envelope containing new ID and access to my bank accounts. I don’t know how he did it, but I was so happy I kissed him. Shocked, we stared at one another, then he kissed me. We went to bed together for the first time then. Peter was an amazing lover. Considerate, patient and passionate. He took me to places I never dreamed existed. By morning I was in love. The shower woke me. Peter came out dressed for work. He kissed me and said he needed to go to the office today. I just smiled and said I would be waiting. After he left, I looked around. Peter had been so nice to me, the least I could do would be to keep the house clean.
I’m not sure what happened. Well, I know what happened, I just don’t know why. I was at the depot waiting for the morning train to work when it happened. The crowd seemed to draw back from me and there stood an old lady. She pointed and screamed at me “You! You’ll pay for what you did!”, then she waved her hand and everything went black. When I came to, I was setting on a park bench, dazed and confused. I felt strange. Small in places. Large in others, my business suit seemed to drape over me. I wandered a bit, trying to clear my head until I saw my reflection in a store window. I was a woman! Then it came back to me. That old lady at the train depot. Had I some how done something to her? Was it mistaken identity or was she just crazy? Whatever the case , she had cast a spell or curse or something on me. I looked at my reflection again. I was beautiful. Tall, slender, blond hair all wrapped in a man’s baggy suit. But what to do now? I had little cash on me. I had my credit cards, but my ID was no good in this body. I couldn’t go home. There was no way security would let me in my apartment. Who would believe I was Joe Banks, 32 year old investment banker. Then it came to me, Peter! Peter Parker, my best friend. We had roomed together in college. We had partied and chased women together. If anyone would believe me, it would be Peter. To say Peter was dubious is an understatement. Wouldn’t you be if a crazy woman showed up on your door step, looking like an upscale bag lady, and says she was your best friend magically turned into a blond beauty?After much talking, begging and almost sobbing, Peter began to come around. After relating facts, only he and I would know, Peter was convinced. Seeing I was a wreck, he let me stay in his guest room for the night. The next morning, Peter offered to help me sort this mess out. He took me shopping for more appropriate clothes. He took me to dinner to keep my mind off my problems. I have always liked Peter and enjoyed his company, now I began to realize he was also a gentleman. He was funny and protective and I began to see him in a new light. We had just returned to his place from dinner when he handed me an envelope containing new ID and access to my bank accounts. I don’t know how he did it, but I was so happy I kissed him. Shocked, we stared at one another, then he kissed me. We went to bed together for the first time then. Peter was an amazing lover. Considerate, patient and passionate. He took me to places I never dreamed existed. By morning I was in love. The shower woke me. Peter came out dressed for work. He kissed me and said he needed to go to the office today. I just smiled and said I would be waiting. After he left, I looked around. Peter had been so nice to me, the least I could do would be to keep the house clean.
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.
Paula was a teacher at the local high school, problem was she was a younger woman, fairly attractive as well this caused a problem with male students. All they did was hoot and holler at her, they were rude. What they didn’t know was that Paula was a witch so she decided to teach some of the ruder boys a lesson, she’d turn them into girls and see how they liked it when they were harassed all the time. She cast her spell on her targets but the results weren’t quite what she wanted…
James wasn’t much of a friend. He was always thinking of himself, he was always asking for favors, but if you asked him for help, he always had something else to do. One day, he slept with Kim,the girl I was dating. I knew she wasn’t my girlfriend, but I expected her to be soon. And that was it, that was the last straw.
The Knight traverses through the banshee’s path, rumored to be blockaded by a certain rogue elf. It is said that the elf demands extravagant toll. The Knight had not accepted the quest from the hamlet which requested an immediate disposal of the said elf. Minor quests no longer concerns the Knight, who has slain the Demon Emperor and his subordinates and on his way to claim the title of the Hero from the King. A sharp tune of flute fills the banshee’s path. Between the shadowy trees emerges a figure, revealed to be a male elf armed with knives and archery. [The Knight has encountered self-claimed Elvish Warlord, Aias Orohan.]
Aias : “Pay up or I’ll feed your carcass to the living forest!”