She gets college credit, I get a bump into upper management. My firm required “Diversity Certification” to make Partner; a new credential that says one lived as an ‘underrepresented’ group for 12 months. Being your average white male, the only way for me to get that little piece of paper would be to switch lives with someone else. Initially quite hesitant, my wife soon threw away her reluctance after she saw the salary of Partner at my firm.
I was never a wealthy man. I always struggled to pay the rent and put food on the table. I had to buy a bicycle instead of a car, purely because I couldn’t afford the registration or gas. I often fantasised about what it would be like to be rich and where cost is no barrier. What it is like to be noticed by the community as something other than hopeless, poor and desperate.
So, when a website stated that it could make people get rich quick, I leaped at the opportunity. I didn’t read the terms and conditions. I was simply too excited. With the intense desire to be wealthy on my mind, I rushed through all the questions it asked and clicked “GET RICH”.
You see, I expected a cheque to come in the mail that would give me the financial support I so dearly required but instead my world went black. It felt like I was spinning endlessly. Floating like a cork in the ocean. Then the feeling passed and it kind of felt like I was on a plane, high in the sky. I hadn’t been on a plane since I was young, simply because I couldn’t afford it but I was positive that I was indeed on a plane.
I forced my eyes open. The interior was a tan leather, with Blackwood panels. The plane was certainly the most luxurious thing I’d ever seen.
Then I brushed my long hair away from my face. It was then I realised something wasn’t right. I never had long hair. After placing hands on my chest I found there to be two round soft fleshy mounds lying there. I was wearing a silk robe and ripped it off my body quickly. I did indeed have breasts. My hand flew to my crotch like a rocket but it was gone. Nothing was left except a slit. I had a vagina. I was a woman.
I was unsure of what to think. I never wanted to be a woman. I wanted to be rich but I didn’t see a reasonable reason why being a woman had to be part of it. I didn’t know how to wear dresses, skirts, bras, heels, panties and make up. I didn’t want to be a woman. However, I hadn’t tried it first.
A man in an impeccably tailored suit came to my aid. He explained to me that I was a model with quite a fortune due to a rich inheritance and that this is my private airplane.
It took a while adjusting to my new body. However, I love it now. It’s great being rich and all but if I was offered to change back to my old body but still maintain my fortune, I would politely decline. I would rather be poor than lose this body.
Being a woman is great. You get to wear all kind of gorgeous clothes. Heels just make me look sexy. Even if I wasn’t rich I could get anything I desire because of men’s strong attraction to me. I’m rich and I’m beautiful. It couldn’t be better.
“Where’s Greg?” Emily asked as she returned to the table from the bathroom. The music in the club was blasting pretty loud and it was hard to hear.
“Oh, come on Mum can’t we go home now?”
“Why, Christine darling we are having a beautifully extravagant time?” Explained Rhonda (left).
“I’m Christian Mum and a boy remember” argued Christine/Christian (right).
“Not at the moment you’re not. You’re my beautiful little girl, boobs and vagina and all” smiled Rhonda.
“But it’s so strange walking in public as a girl especially in these tight pants. I look like a slut”
“How can it be strange? I’ve done it all my life. And those pants don’t make you look slutty, you are wearing them for comfort and plus they make your booty look great” persisted Rhonda.
“When do I change back to a boy?” Quizzed Christine/Christian.
“Christine, my dear, why would you change back? As a woman people pay attention to you. Especially when you look as sexy as you do. Plus, don’t you love having no junk in between your legs so you can where clothes like this and don’t have to be concerned about squashing things” debated Rhonda.
“I have found it a bit more comfortable” she admitted.
“I’m not surprised with a magnificent ass like yours when you sit it would be like a cushion. A plump juicy sexy cushion” Rhonda was beginning to win her son over to remaining as her daughter.
“And it is fun having boobs. That’s for sure” laughed Christine/Christian.
“Well Christian, do you want to stay like this for a little while longer just to try it out?”
“Mum, don’t be so silly, call me Christine. Let me be your daughter for a little while.”
When the world became overpopulated by males the government had to act. To combat this they began changing males into females.
Richie was randomly chosen to take part in the program. He was taken by a pair of government officials to a mysterious building. Here they took him into a chamber.
Then he was stripped of his clothes and left in there. Lights began to flash and the loud hum of a machine became almost deafening. Richie felt his entire body burn as he suddenly shrunk. His head felt like it was being pulled from all directions as his facial features changed and long blonde hair sprouted from his skull. Next his hips expanded which gave him womanly curves. His rear end filled which gave him great pleasure as his plump feminine ass formed. Next breasts balloned from his chest which gave him a warm and sexual feeling. Then came the final stage and the pivotal one. His penis and testicles retracted inside him to become a moist slit which formed his vagina.
The first thing Richie did when he, or she, was released was run for a mirror. She couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked with her pristine white teeth, her gorgeous green eyes, her round breasts and her tempting bum.
“What’s your new name gonna be miss?” Asked the government man who was holding a clipboard.
“Rose”
“That is one beautiful name for a beautiful lady Rose”
“Why thank you sir” replied Rose who was clearly humbled by the compliment.
“I guess you best be on your way miss Rose”
“No not yet I don’t want you to forget me. Let me take a selfie for you to remember me by.”
The goveenment man handed Rose a phone and she posed with a mirror in the background to ensure she got all her highlights.
“Thank you very much sir. I never thought I could love being a woman so much. Maybe you should try it”
And Rose exited into the greater world.
Oh my god! There is nothing between my legs. My thighs are separated by thin air and my two thighs may never make contact.
I knew that there would be nothing there once I changed but wow. I know the witch said it was only for a week but wow. All I can really say is wow.
“Mike, what´s that?”, my girlfriend asked me when she saw me pick up something from my beach bag.
It might seem harsh but the upsides was worth it, if anything it lowered the crime rates to a new low.
Anyone that had been sentenced to a life sentence, or worse, was eligible to this new kind of punishment.
What we see here is another batch of criminals that have been transformed into well mannered members of society. With the influx of new women, the gender ratios would be shifted, weighing more heavily towards more females. This would ensure that almost every male would have a girlfriend to call his own, with the added bonus that his frustration and restlessness would diminish.
None of the new females remembered their old lives, a new one had been meticulously created for them instead. No bad memories or experiences was left in them. They were happy and hungry on everything life had to offer them.
Sixth day as a female and the second big milestone had been reached: dressing yourself in a sexy lingerie.
The first milestone was learning how to apply make up and do your hair. A project that took considerable effort.
Now it was time for the third: learning how to walk correctly in high heels.
The potion that transformed youhad been amazing but it didn´t give or teach you any skills on how to act feminine, you have to take care of that yourself.
Small steps. Heel to toe. How hard can it be?