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Astral Leisure
I let my hand through my hair. Well, technically it was Jasmines hair. My legs were still a bit unsteady so I had to lean against the chest of drawers so I could stand up.My foray´s into astral walking had paid of way better than I ever could have thought. First I considered it humbug but gave it a try just in case. Turned out I was a natural. In the beginning I could leave my body on float around in my room, then I could explore the house with a greater extent of control. Then it dawned on me that I could use my newfound ability to sneak peek on my hot neighbour Jasmine. I flew over there and I saw her sleeping. It was so surreal, I could walk through walls and look at other people.
I wanted to touch her so I reached out with my transparent hand against her…knockers. When I made contact another strange thing happened. I got sucked into her and took over her body!
I opened my eyes and smelled the air. My chest felt heavy and the hair was a mess. I looked at myself in the mirror and Jasmine looked back at me. I started to make faces and she mimicked every move I made.
There was a low rumble from the gut and I was expelled from her body, but still in her room.
She looked confused. “Did I sleepwalk?”, she muttered to herself.
Personally I felt that I wanted more time in her body and I touched her boobs again with my incorporeal hand. Nothing happened.
I tried running into her. Jump into her. Sit on her. But nothing worked. Not until she went to sleep again. Those natural mental defenses seemed to be down when you were sleeping.
I possessed her again and this time I decided to try to mentally keep her sleeping. It worked acutally, I got a longer stay this time around.
Practice makes perfect. Nowdays I can manage five hours without being ejected. The more often I take her over the longer I can stay.
She doesnt understand yet why she can be more tired waking up than going to bed. I can thank my newly aquired proficency in mental manipulation for that one.
I`ll have to go now because I have got an date with some sexy lingerie that she doesnt know she own, and a full set of vibrators that she doesnt know exist.
Questions
Victor had been having an extremely challenging day at school. All the exams he as a senior had to take in his AP and Honors classes really stressed him out. He just needed to relieve the stress the only way he knew how. Arriving home to a silent welcome, he knew he had the house all to himself.
He quickly went to his room and began masturbating. He was thinking of his history teacher, Ms. Smith, who’s classes were full of horny guys not paying attention to a single word that came out of her mouth. He couldn’t blame them, he also found Ms. Smith hot. When Victor was almost done, he felt strange and then his whole world spun around, and came to the feeling of a cock entering inside of him.
“Holy shit!” Victor screamed, but his voice wasn’t his anymore, he recognized the voice as Ms. Smith’s. He saw a man on top of him, and it was his school’s principle, Principal Scott. Before he could even react, the principle had filled his, or Ms. Smith’s, pussy with his semen.
“Now remember Ms. Smith, if you wanna keep your job, you should be expecting me at your door at around six o’clock after school.” And with that, the Principle Scott left the room, and then the house which belonged to Ms. Smith.
“Is Principal Scott blackmailing Ms. Smith?” would have been Victor’s first question if his first question wasn’t how he ended up in Ms. Smith’s body. He didn’t know what had happened and didn’t where he could look for help and answers.
The clothes do the woman
I tried to struggle and get free from the one holding my arms but she was deceptively strong, even considering that I now just had a fraction of my original strength than before the change.
The woman in front of me eyed me with a smirk on her pretty face. “Will you struggle against to put on every garment we try to dress you with? We´re just halfway”.
I gave her an angry look. “I will not willingly put on a bra, you bitch! It´s not natural for a man to to have boobs and use bras”.
She made a low-key laugh. “Oh, really? What do you think about your panties, pantyhose and heels then?”
“They are perfectly fine to wear!”, I retorted.
Her smile grew wider. “I can see that, you walk those heels like a pro. Hold still so I can put on this bra around you”. She aligned the cups to my foreign breasts, reached around and clasped the hooks.
I felt this flutter in my stomach after she had done that. And my head felt a little woozy. I was glad the woman holding me at least made sure I was steady on my feet. Looking down I saw that my two girls was supported by a satin black bra. It felt nice, was comfortable and gave me a decent clevage. I was glad I was wearing it to support my fairly big boobs.
“Do you like it?”, the woman in front of me asked.
“The bra? How come? It´s what I use to wear”, I spat at her.
“Thought so”, she said with another smirk.
“Change me back”, I growled at her and tried to get out of the armlock the other woman had on me, to no avail.
She feigned a shocked expression; “Change you back? Why do that now when we are almost done?”. She picked up a black piece of fabric from behind her.
“You see this? When you put this on you will become one of us”. It was an black dress. I could see that when she looked for the opening for the head. She found it and began to move it over my head while I tried to avoid it by thrashing my head back and forth.
The woman holding me changed her grip into a headlock instead to keep me still
The opening to the dress passed my head and the dress itself was resting around my neck. I was filled with this serene feeling, it felt so right to have it one me.
“Release her”, the woman in front of me ordered.
With my arms free I could complete my yearning to wear the dress properly and I began to pull it down my body. It hugged my curves perfectly and I was so satisfied that it fit me so well.
I noticed that my brown hair that had fell in my face began to take on a lighter color and was becoming more and more blonde for every second.
It felt like I was coming out of a hazy dream and now I was finally able to enter the real world. When my eyes got clearer I saw Rowena and Mallory stand next to me. My Sisters.
Mallory took my hands and gave me a happy look. “Welcome to the world Abbigail”.
Escape If You Want, Stay As You Will
‘I wonder if Don will like my new nightgown? Well at least it sure is comfy,’ I mused. I peeked downward at the cute embroidery pattern of my chamise, ‘Whoa did my boobs get bigger?’
Making Sure The Program Works pt. 2
A month and a half has gone by ever sine Stephen changed his best buddy into a hot, bimbo, slut named Julie, who doesn’t remember ever being Julian, the co-founder of the program that eventually changed him. Steph as been very liberal in his actions, changing “Julie” almost at will. He has made her black, brunette, classy, a teen, and even once a dominatrix. In other words, Steph has been in a complete paradise ever since the program worked on his buddy. It worked so well on him, that he has never tried using it on other people in fear it will mess up Julie. She has been caring for him, cooking for him, being his little fuck-puppet, however she didn’t care. The program has made Julie love doing this of course, and Steph loves every minute of being served.
Swap Class
“Why are you deciding to chicken out now Dan?”
“I don’t know, Joey. I just don’t feel comfortable doing this in my sister’s body…”
Saint Peter’s a Dick
Brad had a feeling he might’ve made a mistake crossing the street when he looked up from his phone in time to see the eighteen-wheeler slam into him. When he opened his eyes on a bright, blue abyss with a single stairway rising skyward, he felt even more nervous. But it wasn’t until he saw the dude in the suit coming down to meet him that he realized he well and truly fucked up. Only assholes wore suits.
I’m Not Your Son
“How on earth will you change back?” Questioned the man standing over the young girl with a booming voice.
“Well Daddy, I’m not sure I want to be a boy again.” Stated Sam shrugging her shoulders.
“How could you not want to be a man?” Cried the father.
“Because being a girl is better, if you had the chance you would agree” argued Sam.
“I’m a man through and through and you are a man and my son” shouted the father.
“Your wrong Daddy, I’m a girl and I’m your daughter” explained Sam kindly.
“But your name is Samuel.”
“Samantha” corrected Sam, “but I still like to be called Sam”
“What could even make you want to be a woman?” Questioned the father angrily.
“I don’t have enough time to explain all the excellent reasons why I am now on the better side of the gender wall. But for starters look behind me.” Motioned Sam.
“What am I even looking at?” Quizzed the father.
“Shoes” smiled Sam.
“Shoes! Only fucking shoes have you lost your mind?”
“No Daddy I have not”
“You’re probably not even a woman anyway, how can you transform with out me knowing about it?”
“Well Daddy,” sighed Sam shrugging her shoulders once again, “I never intended to be a girl, when I went away there was a chemical spill which made me a female, that’s why I’ve been away so long. I had to learn how to live as a female and now I love it”
“You’re not my son, you’re a fucking disgrace. I am ashamed of you” growled the father.
Sam was hurt by this at first but then came up with the perfect reply, “you know what Daddy, you’re right, I’m your daughter, you’re beautiful daughter. Oh, and Daddy I was wondering about birthdays and things after all mine is coming up soon. There are these green heels I’ve been looking at on the internet and I absolutely adore them” said Sam cheekily.
With that Sam’s father walked off and she never saw him again not that Sam truly felt as though she had lost anything.
Fun
The bodysuit Ben had purchased online finally came in the mail today. It didn’t look like much and the outside of the suit didn’t feel like real flesh. Even after he put the suit on, nothing special happened. Ben started feeling dizzy and blacked out for who knows how long. When he woke up, he felt completely different. Looking down, he saw two huge breasts and although he couldn’t see it, he knew he didn’t have a dick anymore. He first cupped one of his boobs in one hand and started playing with himself. One thing led to another, and before Ben knew it, he had already masturbated five times. This was the most fun he’s had in a long time