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TG Virus Pagent

You wouldn’t think I was once a man would you. I look like a girl. I speak like a girl. I act like a girl.
The victims of the TG virus pagent is all about celebrating people’s new found form. I’ve been told I’m picked to be this years winner. When I contracted the virus I was terribly alarmed. The doctors told me I only had four days remaining as a male. I was unsure how I would live after those four days had finished. I dreaded being a female, I didn’t see how I could live on the other side of the fence. Those four days were hard my body was gradually changing.
When it was all over I discovered that being a female isn’t that bad. I discovered that I was in fact quite beautiful. I fell in love with my new form. I loved shopping for new clothes to suit my body. It was always so fun. I learned how to apply make up expertly and do my hair stunningly.
When I saw a flyer about the pagent, I couldn’t resist. I spent all week planning how I would look. I bought my bikini and ensured it would display the best features of my body, especially my ass. I did my make up paying attention to every tiny detail. I looked in the mirror and decided that with an ass like my own, I couldn’t possibly lose.
I was so excited when I won. It confirmed to me that I loved being a girl and that I was better off this way.

Oh Really?

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“Listen honey, I have something I want to talk to you about.” Billy said to his loving wife Maria.
“Of course lover, anything.” She replied.
“I have something I’ve been hiding from you.” He confessed.
“Oh really?” She asked, feigning concern. “Go on.”
“Yeah. I haven’t been fully satisfied in bed.” He said. “It’s not that I don’t love you, I do. Nor that I’ve been cheating. I’d never. But I have a… quirk that needs addressing.”
“Quirk? Whatever do you mean?” She asked, giddily awaiting his confession to the fetish she knows he has.
“A fetish.” He said.
“Like feet or leather?” She asked, now just toying with him even though she knew full well from his browser history what it was.
“No… not really that weird, it’s just kinda…”
“Out with it!” She demanded, her patience growing thin.
“I have a makeup fetish.” He said, blushing. “I love it when a woman wears a ton of slutty makeup. It gets me so hot. Sometimes I worry when I walk around the city and see girls all done up for acting gigs, or jobs, or clubs. I’m afraid I’ll get an obvious hard on.”
“Oh sweetie. That’s fine. See, I haven’t been totally honest with you either.”
“Oh really?” Billy asked, no expecting this.
“Yes. See I’m in a unique position to make this cosmetic fantasy of yours a reality.” She smiled, drawing him into a chair in front of her vanity which was lined with makeup. “Choose.” She said.
“Oh my gosh! Thank you so much Maria!” He said and kissed her on the cheek. She grinned a devilish grin as he chose the sluttiest makeup on her vanity, this was all by design. She planted it there for him to find. She knew him well. “Done!” He said. “I’ll just wait while you…”
“Sure thing doll.” She said, emphasis on the word ‘doll’ and she snapped as he fell into a deep sleep, as though a toy run out of batteries. He froze, head still held up suspended by magic. Stiff like a pose-able toy. She then went to work. She first coated his skin liberally with moisturizer. Not just his face either. She painted his whole body with the stuff, it removed all dead skin, muscle, wrinkles, and body hair. This began to slowly work its way into the skin and change his body for the more feminine. Slenderizing him but not doing much else. He sprouted a proud set of curves, but mostly looked like a very feminine boy’s body with hips, long legs, thin waist and just a hint of breasts. She then coated his face with concealer. With it his imperfections were erased, as well as his facial hair. She then spackled his face with foundation that gave his skin an even, painted tone. In a flight of fancy she poked a small beauty mark on his cheek which became real. She then brushed dark powder onto his eyebrows which thinned them as they were drawn into perfect arches. Next she applied copious amounts of eye shadow, first a primer which smoothed the skin. Then light eye shadow for the highlights, and then a vibrant, slutty aqua. This process made his eyes grow big and sexy. Nextly came blush which literally made his cheekbones pop out. Last she snapped and woke him.
“…Put it on.” He stopped. “I feel funny.” He glanced in the mirror and gasped. “I’m… I’m…”
“You’re gorgeous.” Maria said. “Albeit slightly vain for me to say to the man who will be me soon.”
“What?” Billy asked. “You? I… Oh…” He looked down. His prick was twitching and painfully harder than it had ever been. “Oh god, yes!” He moaned as his voice rose an octave and became hers. She snapped again as his body began to shift more. Small tits budding on his chest, black curls bursting from his head. His cock came, but began to shrink into a tight wet, drooling pussy. His ears became pierced and his nails grew long and manicured. Then small orbs of silicone grew under his new breasts stretching them into rounder, faker tits. Just like his wife.
“Are you ready for the last touch?” His wife asked in his voice. Billy opened his eyes to see Billy. His wife had become him. And he looked so hot. In his hand was a tube of lipstick. Bright pink and glossy. All he could do was moan and nod yes with his big doe eyes. As the naked man drew closer to him, his own erect cock close enough to his face he could smell it and feel it’s heat. His wife in his body leaned down and with several careful strokes painted the new woman’s lips which promptly expanded under their spell. Overcome with lust she thrust her whorish mouth over the cock and sucked. Lubricating it.
“Look up, I want to see that face while I fuck my tits.” His wife commanded. She did as she was told looking up.
“I love you. Thank you. I never want this to stop. He said with his wife’s mouth.
“Oh really.” She replied, planning.

Justin Bieber

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You didn’t want to believe it, but she’d actually gone through with it. Selena had really done it. When she said she didn’t like the new haircut, you thought nothing of it. You where an icon after all, and icons have to take risks. When she started saying you looked like a lesbian, you ignored her. Maybe she was just trying to flirt. And when she finally gave you an ultimatum: make a change, or she would. You ignored her once again. Read more

Lil’ Sluts

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“Dude, what’d you put’in my drink?” Ben slurred.
“Just a lil’ something to get the party started.” Kevin replied, loud enough to drown out the party around them.
“What like molly? X?” Ben asked, looking around to see if they’d been noticed by anyone there, they hadn’t. They were kind of losers.
“Nah. Something we’ve never done before. You should start to feel it’s effects soon enough.” Kevin explained.
“What will I feel?”
“A pleasant warming feeling spreading throughout your body accompanied by a gentle tingle. You’ll get really horny and then you’ll start to notice the changes.” Kevin gave a knowing smirk.
“Changes?” Ben asked, his concern drowned out by drunkenness, he was less worried, and more unsure as to whether he heard his friend correctly or not.
“Yes, first and most noticeably will your hair.” Kevin said.
“My hair?” Ben asked. “Am I gonna lose my hair? What is this chemo?”
“No, no, no. It’s not chemo.” Kevin reassured his friend. “But you will lose your hair, but just on your body, not on your head. In fact, on your head quite the opposite will happen.”
“Opposite?” Ben pulled a confused face. “What so I’ll get more hair?”
“In a manner of speaking.” Kevin smiled, his gaze shifting from his friend’s face to just slightly north as he watched his hair grow long and shiny.
“Why are you looking at me like…” With that Ben raised his hand to his scalp and got a fistful of what was once a crew cut, but was now long feminine hair.
“Next of course will be your skin. Growing smooth and toned. Not an imperfection to be found.” Kevin went on. “Look, you’re acne’s already clearing up.”
“What is this?” Ben asked, growing ill from the shock. He rushed to the bathroom, stumbling as his center of balance shifted gradually as he shrunk. This of course was lost on him because he thought he was just drunk. Kevin followed his friend, basking in his own feminization, stroking his now soft, hairless arms and getting oh so aroused. Ben arrived at the bathroom mirror and was appalled at what he saw, but he couldn’t help touching himself through his pants, which now were much looser fitting than he remembered.
“Next you’ll start to see the skeletal changes. You’ve already shrunk considerably. I’m shrinking too, but you hips will then widen and your shoulders will narrow. All of your digits and limbs will become slighter and your face will follow suit.” Kevin narrated.
“Mmm…” Ben moaned. He watched in horrified ecstasy as his whole body shifted into that of a sexy young girl. His shoulders crushing in and hips widening. But by far the most unnerving, and confusingly arousing was watching his face shift. His cheekbones raising, his brow retreating, his eyebrows thinning, his nose and chin shrinking and his eyes growing.
“Next of course will be the more cosmetic changes. Fat redistribution and beautification. A thin lipid layer will be spread across you skin giving it a tight smoothness, your hips and ass will fatten up as well as your breasts and your cheeks will become shapely and cute and your lips. Well, that’s my favorite part. Your lips will pout up and out into an adorable, kissable mouth. Perfect for the night we have ahead of us.” And like everything else, As Kevin explained, so it then was. And soon Ben’s face was that of a sexy teenage girl, with the body and perky tits and ass to match.
“Kevin… Mmmm… Why does it feel so good.” Ben moaned in a voice that was not his own. Grasping at his rigid cock and stroking furiously, not caring that his equally feminized friend was staring at him doing the same thing. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna… OooohOOHHH!” And he had the most violent orgasm of his life, shooting out ribbons of cum all over Kevin’s face, clothes, and cock. And as soon as Ben’s cum hit him, Kevin returned the favor cumming all over Ben, more intentionally of course and with better aim.
“Oh god. It should be so gross, but I want it. Mmmm. And Beatrix licked it up. As soon as the cum touched her pouty lips the were stained a gorgeous bright red. She came again, all over her friend who now stood beneath her cock mouth wide ready to accept it. Katrina also had her lips stained ruby red as she lapped up friends cum hungrily. The Kat pounced on Bea and began sucking her cock, feeling it shrink in her mouth as Beatrix came her manhood away one moan at a time. Soon, Kat was lapping at Bea’s new pussy and stroking her own. The two of them fully made up in permanent makeup, written into the DNA dictating the color of their skin. The two newly born sluts lapped up all the remaining cum from each other’s faces, mouth and bodies and then realized their male clothes were still on and covered in cum.
“Like, what now Kat? We can’t like go out their dressed like this. They’ll like totally think we’re gross.”
“It’s all good doll. I brought us a change. And Kat pulled out two tiny tops from her bag. A white one for her and black one for Bea. The made out furiously as they got dressed and then emerged from the bathroom ready to party. And as soon as they came out then saw the looks they were getting from the boys in the room, even the girls. They shot the sexiest, dumbest looks back at them as they knew what kind of night they were in for.

True Happiness

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What is true happiness? I picked on odd time to start getting philosophical. There’s a man on the just outside of this bathroom waiting to fuck my brains out, and I’m so wet that I’m already leaking through my panties. But after all that I’ve gone through I can’t help but feel a little trepidation.
They say the grass is always greener on the other side, that the secret to happiness is just learning to be content with what you have. And I tried – I really did. For years and years, I tried to accept the fact that I was born a man and be content. For all I learned about ways to present transgendered, to use hormone replacement therapy, even to surgically modify a body. I heard stories about people who completely changed their lives. But I was convinced that none of it could truly make me happy if I wasn’t happy with myself as I was.
So what am I doing here, face perfectly made up, curves encased in sexy lingerie, and libido coursing, getting ready for this stranger to make a woman out of me? It was a moment of weakness. I didn’t think the wishing ring I found in that old pawn shop would really work, but that sliver of discontent in my heart made me impulsive. After years of working to accept my masculinity, I tried to seize the easy way out. One wish, the shopkeeper had warned me, that’s all you get. I knew exactly what I wanted.
There was silence, stillness. My heart was beating almost as hard as it is now. You can’t imagine my thrill when an electrical jolt charged through my blood stream. Trembling and panting, I rushed to the full length mirror in my bedroom. There, I watched as the hard male traits I had struggled so long to accept dissolved into soft, feminine curves. My whole body shrank slightly, my waist pinched in as hips and ass flared out. With each gasping breath, the flesh on my chest budded, swelled, and ballooned into generous breasts. The hair I had always kept buzzed grew in long blonde rivers. And my penis, the organ I had always believed I would have to embrace to be happy, disappeared inside my body as a brand new vagina formed. My vagina. I was a woman.
In the delirium of that moment, I got carried away. Miraculously, all my clothes had been transformed as well. I hurriedly got dressed in the sexiest outfit I could find and hit the town. A few hours later, and here I am, about to make my wish complete with an action I had always believed would fulfill me, but had never pursued until now. Can you blame me for hesitating? Maybe the thing I thought I always wanted won’t be so great after all. Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe I’ve given up my entire life to only be more miserable than ever. Or maybe . . . maybe, I’ll be happier than I’ve ever thought possible. I think it’s time to find out.