Guy Stuff
It had been an innocent little joke. “What are you a guy or something?” But my friend, April, hadn’t enjoyed it.
It had been an innocent little joke. “What are you a guy or something?” But my friend, April, hadn’t enjoyed it.
Henry was reluctant to talk with his boss about his concerns with his job, but eventually broke down, “I’m tired of all my responsibilities, it is too much at times. Sometimes I wish I was just a secretary, I would make almost as much, and not have nearly as much to do and to be accountable for.”
An angry Ted told the drive through girl he asked for “double meat” on his burger, and only got a single, then he called her a whore, and said maybe she wanted the double meat instead. She got angry, and told her manager, a strange old man in a bathrobe. He came to the drive up window and told Ted what for.
When Tim woke up groggy and hungover, and feeling really strange, he knew something was definitely wrong. The place he was in didn’t even look like the one he went to for the party the night before. His chest felt heavy for some reason, and there was hair tickling his face, even though he had as short haircut. He had tight clothes around his legs, feeling like a skirt or something tight, and his feet were tucked away in strange feeling shoes too, a bit sweaty sticking to the shoes like he had no socks on. His arms and hands felt smaller, and then he spoke, and it all came clear.
Jed didn’t believe the wishing stone was real, but made a passing wish, “If the stone is real, then my wish is that I’m a hot slutty secretary, and you’re my boss, Billy.”
They told Tim to get backstage he had to make some changes. He said whatever it took and suddenly he was a redheaded groupie. Into the room came the actual lead singer of the band, hoisting his new naked body up on top of him as he fell back on the backstage bed. Tim was a bit freaked, after all he was now a she, and she was being taken by a man, and the lead singer no less! Once Tim felt the lead singer enter him, however, his sexy new mouth opened in pure joy and blissfulness. Meeting the lead singer backstage was one thing, but being fucked him as a sexy redhead was a whole new level of interaction backstage.
Photoshop was Henry’s program of choice to alter girl’s pictures more to his liking. His girlfriend caught him doing this one Saturday afternoon, and was not pleased.
Requesto of: @Mrpie42
“It’s gonna be alright, you know that, honey?” Kumiko told me, caressing my pregnant belly.
Brandon opened the small fridge, leaned down and looked inside. Being a woman had been fun, but he was ready to change back.