Ryan woke up in the morning and slowly headed to the kitchen for something to drink. It was his birthday today and he couldn’t wait for his friends to come over for a party. It was still some time until then so Ryan decided to check some new captions on open tg, where he was also writing under the name Skxawng. After a quick check Ryan was about to take a shower when he heard the doorbell. Wondering who could it be Ryan went to answer.
I woke up to Taylor Swift brushing the hair out of my face. Yeah.. things had changed since yesterday morning.
I was eager to go home. I had spent my life saving on a bodysuit, and today was the day for it to arrive home. I tried to get home early, but there was just so much work to do. Anyways, on my way home, I couldn’t but fantasize how good it would be to squeeze my bodysuit breasts, and how weird it would be to have a pussy.
“I… I’ve got to stop touching it… but… MMmmmhhm… it feels too good,” you moan. With each pump and squeeze of your flushed cock you know you’re giving in, growing more and more feminine. But you can’t stop; a growing part of you doesn’t want to.
After Graduation my Girlfriend and I were going on a long trip to see a band we liked, it was a chance to get away, you see I recently finished battling Second Puberty and turning into a girl so this was something I was looking forward too.
“Okay, right leg, aand left leg,” I said as I stepped out of the shower. When I had agreed to swap bodies with my pregnant wife I hadn’t really thought about how much I was going to have to get used to. At least for her it was a slow progression, but I became seven months pregnant literally overnight, and that was a month ago! Plus, I had to get used to stuff like having to sit to pee (which this baby makes sure I do often), and these breasts. I know I’m pregnant and this isn’t what they’re like all the time, but I still don’t know how women deal with them all the time. I mean, I love a nice pair of tits as much as the next guy, but now that I’ve been on the other side of them it feels different. All that said though, her body is still a lot of fun, huge belly and all.
Leaving my thoughts, I pick up my towel and wrap it around my rear, beginning to dry off my ass when I hear someone. I turn around and catch my own body, currently inhabited by my wife, of course, peeking around the corner of the bathroom at me. I smile at her, and giggling I drop the towel. “Oops,” I say mischievously, and bend down awkwardly to pick it up. When I stand up she’s right next to me, and she places a hand on my still sopping wet belly.
“You still like this?” she asks. And I smile and nod. I love being in this body, more than she knows.
“I do, and actually,” I start to say. “I was hoping we could stay like this?”
I look up at my husband as he smiles at me, his hand still on my belly as he pulls me into a big kiss.
I woke up, feeling perhaps a little grogginess than I was expecting to. I had just spent the night as a woman, thanks to the remote that David had bought this week.
John looked at the genie and smiled.
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What started out as a simple bet between two friends has escalated into a major situation. Beth and Harry made a bet to see who had it harder, the beautiful, curvy blonde, or the regular looking guy. It was fun for Harry at first, teasing all the guys, dressing his new hot body in very skimpy clothes, and enjoying many rounds with Beth’s toys. But as the month long bet went on, things started taking a turn for Harry. Dealing with a period was bad enough, but all of that teasing she was doing to the guys around Beth’s apartment had garnished him, well her, a lot of attention. Every time she would walk out the door, she was swarmed with guy after guy, trying to get into her panties. Harry called Beth and pleaded for her to switch back, claiming over and over how hard her life was.