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Best Friends to Girlfriends

Joe and Jack were were flatmates and friends.
“I am tire of being single.”Said Jack
“Yeah me too.” Said Joe.
“I wish both had a hot busty teenage slutty girlfriend.” Read more

The One That Got Away

I was out on my launch fishing, when felt on strong tug on the line, as I started reeling the line in the line yanked back and almost pulled me off the back of the boat. But I stubbornly tried reeling it in again, but instead of yanking again there was a surge in the water and I could see a massive silhouette speeding towards the boat, and a Mermaid leaped out of the water hanging on to the railing.
“How dare you hide vicious hooks inside tasty fish!” She shouted and threw my fishing hook back at me.
“This sea is mine, all these are all my fish!” She said as she snatched the bucket with today’s catch in it.
Her eyes glowed green and with a deeper voice she spoke “I curse you, you shall never catch a fish again, instead you shall become the catch and a very easy catch at that.” Her eyes glowed brighter and I suddenly seemed to be getting shorter and the fishing rod grew larger in my hands. I looked down at my now childlike hands and two mounds suddenly sprouted in my shirt. My shirt and trousers then shrunk into a skimpy bikini revealing a slender but shapely figure. She cackled at my gasps as I touched my soft sensitive skin then she slipped back into the ocean. Read more

The Red Corset

Roger was at a costume shop looking for a costume for the Fancy dress party that night. His friends said they were going to go as pirates so he was looking through the old style clothes, and a red corset caught his eye. Staring at the frills and caressing the silk he embarrassed himself and looked round to make sure no one was looking at him and might think he is a pervert. He grabbed the other costumes he was going to try on and went to the changing room. When he got inside he found that a pirate hook was tangled in the laces of the corset. “Hope no one saw me dragging that in here” he muttered to himself. He resisted the urge to try it on as he probably would look very silly in drag and it was much too small for him. But just after taking off his clothes he found himself caressing the corset again and without thinking he put it round his body, the corset suddenly snapped shut closing all the metal hooks and eyes at the front, and the laces at the back started tightening squeezing his torso. He could not breath or scream terrified that this cursed object was going to kill him. But slowly he started to gasp some small breaths. He looked in the mirror, he seemed to be shrinking, his hand and arms had not been this small and skinny since he was 14 and all the body hair was falling out. Then he saw his beard fall out revealing a small delicate chin with plump little red lips, while his receding scalp hear grew thick and long then turn scarlet matching the bodice and twisted itself into a decorative style. Finally his manhood painfully shrunk and retracted into a slit. he gasped finally able to breath somewhat if only in short breaths. Roger looked down and saw some breasts squeezed in the corset as he touched them it felt so sensual, and clenched his legs against hi tingling crotch, smooth hairless shapely legs. Read more

Wheel (maladicus)

Steven never thought of being a woman. He was a hairy male. Extremely hair in fact and was as masculine as they came. Like many men, he was arrogant and a risk taker. That’s why this particular game was so tempting.
It was pure chance, much like roulette. You won money or you were transformed. The wheel had several options; bigger muscles, taller, shorter, lean, hair colour change, race change, gender change and so forth. The lucrative option was one billion dollars. You just can’t win that kind of money anywhere. He gave it a chance.
The wheel spun and spun. As it slowed he could see there was no chance of winning a million dollars. It looked as though it had ceased its movement on the taller options but it clicked over to the one he dreaded. Gender change.
The mass of body hair he had vanished. He shrunk. It was as though the hair he lost off his body added to his head as long hair sprouted. His torso tightened together as his hips flared. His thighs became womanly and his ass softened. Breasts emerged and his male genitalia was non-existent. He was a she.
Steven elected the new name of Stephanie. The chance of winning the money was not gone. There was a second round. This time the options were different. The wheel included; bigger breasts, blonde, Asian, BBW, reversal, bimbo, makeover, ass, lean, new wardrobe, slut. The money prise had increased to two billion dollars. Stephanie spun again. It landed on hotter.
Her ass plumped until it was a sexy two-cheeked mound of perfection. Her breasts enlarged. Her hips widened further and her thighs became more womanly. Her skin was smoother and her face was pretty even though she bore no make up whatsoever.
She decided to spin again. The options were the same as last time with the cash prize of three billion dollars. She spun. She was certain it would land on the cash as it slowed but it clicked over to new wardrobe.
The clothes which were the ones she wore as Steven and still wore now as Stephanie were greatly ill-fitting. They all altered until the top shrunk to a white one which barely even covered her breasts and left her stomach exposed. A choker formed around her neck. The runners which were worn yet reliable became strapped black heels and the daggy cargo shorts lengthened to become tight black jeans. Her bulky digital watch became a golden ring that adorned her thin feminine finger. She didn’t know it but her grey boxer shorts had become cheeky pink panties.
Stephanie was terrified. She may be female but she still had her male mind. Her mind didn’t match her body or attire. She gripped on to her surroundings. She was terrified of falling in heels. She had never worn them before. She needed to spin again.
The options were the same as before. She promised herself that if she gained a reversal which would make her Steven again she would quit. She spun the wheel. She almost squealed with glee as she though it would land on reversal but it wouldn’t be the case. The wheel stopped just before. It landed on makeover.
Her nails became an art form. Gone were the roughly cut plain ones. Her nails became skilfully pedicured, perfectly shape, long nails painted blue. Red lipstick coated her lips. Mascara surrounded her eyes. Her eyebrows became full and well-shaped. Stephanie had to admit. Her feet looked better now in heels with the painted nails but she wasn’t a woman she was a man. A man named Steven. She had to change back.
Without doubt she spun again. All was the same but the cash prize was ten billion dollars. As the wheel spun she knew her fate. She could see where it would land. Slut. And it did. Her mind changed. Stephanie looked back on being Steven as a bad period of her life. Walking in heels was a normal thoughtless habit. She was a make up artist. She loved men. Maybe a little too much.
In fear of landing a reversal. Stephanie didn’t spin again. She refused to be a man.
Stephanie spent the following weeks in bar. She met men and spent the following nights in bed with those men. She’d slept with so many men. More than most women. That was a certainty. So, it was no surprise that she fell pregnant. Soon, she will be a mother.
She has no idea. Not even the slightest. As to who the father is. She can’t even remember half the guys she’s fucked. Stephanie hopes for a beautiful baby girl so she can raise a hot slut. A daughter that can proudly take after her mother. If it’s a son she hopes the father is one of the guys with big cocks so they can be a gift to the female gender. However, she sorely hopes for a daughter.

Tantramorphic Massage

I just got back from the Gym and I was a bit sore from lifting weights. My hippie flat mate Dwayne was lying on the coach with a bong as usual but the git never got fat. So I did bit of humble bragging “Damn your pecks can get quite saw when you bench press twice your body weight.”
Dwayne slowly sat up put his bong down, and replied: “Well you know Joe, I can ease all that tension in those muscles with a noce tantromorphic massage.”
I had no idea what kind of hippy woo “tantromorphic” meant but any kind of massage should be good so.
“Do your worst” I said. Read more

Bimbo Gun

We were examining a meteor in the lab when suddenly it cracked open releasing a pink mist which cleared to reveal what looked like a shinny pistol. Barry picked it up and clumsily dropped it it sent a a pink beam that hit Kathy whose short grey hair tuned into long blonde locks and she became all pretty.
“Wow a rejuvenation ray!” Said Martin, who dived for the gun and shot his own bald head. But as well as growing long blonde hair he too became a shapely woman, in a pink outfit.
“No its a BIMBO GUN!” Shouted David, who easily pulled the gun from Martins limp wrists, and then started shooting everyone in the room. Exclaiming “Finally I will be able to get laid!”. Read more

Test Subjects Wanted

Walking through a industrial warehouse area after my minimum wage job staking sacks on cargo pallets, I saw a note on a door: “Test subjects wanted, $100 each” I was curious so I knocked on the door and asked about the sign.
“We have created a cure for all aging and disease” The grey haired man in a lab coat said.
“Really how does it work, and how come you still have grey hair” I said.
“It is a new kind of plastic that reflects and amplifies spiritual energy, simply put on the suit and you will be cocooned in your own psychic energy so your body will be transformed to reflect your inner soul. You will be the first human to try it!”
“Why haven’t you tried it already?” I asked
“Well obviously as a scientist I have to observe, don’t worry it worked on all the animals.”
“And all the animals are fine?”
“Well some of them suffocated when we shrink wrapped them but that is fixed now, our new suit has a head hole and everything.”
I thought he seemed crazy but I was still curious, so I walked in.
“That is the suit over there” another grey haired man said, pointing at a rack of plastic overalls. I lifted up a baggy sleeve it just looked like ordinary plastic to me.
“So all I have to do is put this on and you give me $100?”
“Yes, just strip off first so we can take some before photos”
These were obviously crazy quacks but as $100 would not hurt, so I agreed.
“Ah yes, a bald spot and some scars, those are all treatable.” They said as they took the photos of me. I put on the plastic overall and black rubber “insulation boots & gloves” as instructed, they zipped up the back of the overall, and as I expected nothing happened.
“Now sit on the the waiting chair for 10 minutes.” I was told
But while walking to the chair I suddenly slipped and landed on my chest painfully winding me. Just as I was about to push myself up I saw the gloves and sleeves on my arms seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, so tight it looked like my arms were getting smaller. My bruised rib cage then got some relief as pair of small pillows seemed to be expending underneath them which I suddenly realized seemed to be part of me. I looked across to a mirror and watched my brown hair grow long and blond my face get all small and pretty. My butt and hips swelled while my feet and shins shrunk. “The boots are rather plain I thought.” and the boots suddenly morphed into a pair of platform heels. I imagined my hair being braided and it suddenly twisted itself into a braid. I wondered what my new face would look like with make up and it sullenly seeped out of my skin. I lifted my feet to get a better angle in the mirror and they came right over and landed next to my head. “WOW I am flexible!” I shouted with my new little high pitched voice. I could feel the plastic suit pressing against my new flat crotch making it wet. “Fascinating” said a scientist, it was only now my attention was drawn to the two scientists who had been recording me with cameras the whole time.
“Tell me have you ever fantasized about being a woman” he asked.
“I.. errr.”
“I will take your blushing as a yes”
I said nothing to contradict him. Read more

Revenge of the Nerd

I will admit it I am Nerd, a science Geek. And as you would expect, all the sports ball jocks bullied me, and all the girls teased me, I had no idea what they saw in in those stupid jock boyfriends of theirs. So when I read about the gene metamorphosis serum in Nature I decided that would be the best tool for revenge, I will turn all those big strong jocks into delicate women who need help moving heavy objects. And I will turn on all the hornyness genes so they will sleep with anyone even me, then we will see who gets called a sissy. But being such a klutz just as was finished with the first sample in the school lab, I spilled it on myself, and I turned into a hot horny chick! Read more

Past life Memories

When I tried some past life memory recovery techniques. I got these vivid visions of being a daughter of a mechanic in Victorian London. Then when having a particularly vivid vision a bolt of lightning struck and I was there for real and I could not get back no matter what I tried, I was stuck as a little girl in Victorian London. But now a decade later thanks to my knowledge of future technology and events, me and my Father have become very rich and powerful. My impact on history and the butterfly effect seems to of change a few things now. I don’t remember my current dress in any old picture or history book for instance.