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Pop A Squat

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This is the first time I’ve considered. In the slightest. I’ve never looked back since the great shift. Never. Being a woman has been my new identity and the way I want to live. However, this is tough. Stuck where there’s no bathroom and desperate to pee. Like I’ve been ok with urinating when there’s an actual bathroom with sitting down and all but this is a completely different cattle of fish. Having to pop a squat isn’t ideal. I almost wish my dick was back. I could just stand flop it out and go but hey. I’ve loved every other part of womanhood. Plus, I feel kind of sexy squatting behind a tree like this.

Idle Wish

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It had been just an idle wish.
He just wanted to know how Olivia felt right now.
The next second his wish was answered and he was suddenly in her room.
In her body.
Truth to be told he did feel something.
Horniness.
It affected his whole being.
He touched himself in all kind of ways.
Dancing out from her clothes.
Feeling the curves of her body. Read more

The Fate of Ser Ferentus the Fierce

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Long ago, in some far away medieval land, Ser Ferentus the Fierce was a violent knight of the realm, who had conquered much of the land for the King, and enslaved many an enemy soldier or peasant and damned them to a life of slavery and serfdom. The enemy forces were at a loss for what to do. They couldn’t oppose the barbaric knight; for he was like an army by himself. Nor could they compromise with the warrior, for he was a devout loyalist for the king. At a loss for options, they consulted the great sorcerer Derius, to take down this monstrous knight.
Derius spent weeks learning about Ser Ferentus, and discovered that the knight had a fat al weakness: women. The man frequented many whorehouses, spending many hours of the day with the most beautiful of courtesans, and Derius decided that this would be how he destroy Ser Ferentus the Fierce.
Derius disguised himself as a woman, and when Ferentus next visited the whorehouse after a great and savage battle, he instantly fell in love with the transformed Derius. Derius had become everything he ever desired in a woman; a beautiful slutty redhead who could make men erect with a mere glance. Ferentus knew he must have her, and ‘seduced’ the arcane sorcerer that night, wooing Derius until he could have sex with the lustrous maiden.
After they had done the act, Ferentus stood up, and began donning his armour once more, while Derius stood up, smiling, and kissed the knights chest. However, that kiss was not as innocent as iyt seemed. In a mere instant, everything changed. Derius became male, wearing the garb of a military commander, replacing the position that Ferentus had once had. While Ferentus became a nlithe and beautiful maiden, one that would only crave one thing- a man’s big, bulging cock! As Derius drew his head away from her teats, smiling, Ferentus’ mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ shape, utterly shocked, and as if by instinct, covered her breasts.
“What hast thou done to me, knave!” The once masculine knight cried, covering her new breasts, “I be a strumpet!”
“Yes. Thou art a strumpet; the one that thou lust desired!” The sorcerer chuckled, leaving the sobbing warrior to his fate.
Over the next few months, the Resistance took many a stronghold from the King, his knights and forces no longer as effective as before, especially with Derius in command. While the maiden that was once Ser Ferentus the Fierce accepted her new role, growing to love the feelings of womanhood, and the maiden was just as ferious with the men she would have once called the enemy as the warrior would have been on the battlefield…

Just Scared and Confused (Just Jealous part 3)

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Summer vacation passed by in a blur of sex, sex, and more sex with Adam, and day after day he started to act more and more like he was my girlfriend. It had finally gotten to the point where I stopped questioning things and went with it. I mean after all I was having sex with this beautiful creature who shared pretty much all the same interests as me, and when I did try to question it, I would just get the same answer again and again. “It’s just what best buds do.” It was becoming something of a mantra that I lived by. Adam and I spent every day together. He claimed that he wanted to take a break from chasing girls and focus on his friendships, me of course being the primary focus.
However all things must come to an end, and summer vacation was no exception. I actually liked going back to school, the chance to see friends who went out of town, getting new books and seeing who was in all your classes. I didn’t get people who loathed the first day of school.
As fate would have it, Adam had all the same classes as me, much to his glee, and I had to say I was pretty glad, knowing I would have at least one good friend in all my classes. The whole day we walked from class to class together, Adam wrapped around my arm like I’d seen so many girls do with their boyfriends. I already knew everyone would see this as completely normal as I once again chanted the mantra, “It’s just what best buds do”.
As the day went on however, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, like there was something in plain sight that I was failing to see, and it wasn’t until gym class that it hit me in the face like a brick wall. As I opened the doors to the boys’ locker room, I stopped dead in my tracks. There were a number of girls in the locker room. At least they had the bodies of girls. As I looked at them more closely, I realized I recognized them as my classmates. My male classmates or at least formerly male, and there they were, stripping down in the boys’ locker room among actual guys like it was the most normal thing in the world.
This posed questions that my mantra no longer covered. This had to be Ms Goodwin’s handiwork, but why? My thoughts were pushed aside by Adam tugging on my arm, no doubt wondering why we’d stopped. I figured the only thing I could do was to go along with it. Adam went ahead into the locker room to find an open locker to claim. He called me over wanting me to take the one next to him.
Adam’s locker was to my left, and to my right was the locker of a person I recognized as Nate Birschart, and I was really surprised to see that he was one of the transformed guys. Looking at the goddess sitting on the bench taking off his bra, Nate’s female form was the antithesis of what he was as a guy. I mean here sat a leggy, very well stacked porcelain doll with a gorgeous fiery red mane of hair, where before he had the body of the quintessential nerd. His tall, lanky body, pasty white skin, and frizzy jewfro, along with his shy personality put him on the receiving end of a lot of bullying. I always felt bad for the guy and hated it when I’d see people bully him. In fact, near the end of our sophomore year in this very locker room I stopped two goons who were picking on him by playing “keep away” with Nate’s b….bra!
Holy shit! That meant he had been like this for well over a year, and I never noticed! I remember snatching the bra out of the air and chasing the goons off, then handing the bra back to him like it was completely normal.
I started thinking back on my past interactions with all the other transformed guys and realized it was the same for them too. I had interacted with all of them like they were normal guys when they had these female bodies. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when they changed, but they were definitely all different from each other. So I was just as oblivious as the rest of the world to their changes, but why could I see them now? Just more and more questions.
I made it through PE, although it was very distracting as all the transformed guys wore skimpy workout clothes instead of the standard issue t shirt and shorts that even the girls’ PE class wore. Showering was another story though. Seeing all those feminine bodies glistening under the running water was starting to turn me on. The next thing I knew, Adam was on his knees sucking me off right in the middle of the shower room. As per usual, no one batted an eyelash, and I felt an odd sense of comfort saying my mantra underneath my breath.
As I exited the locker room, with Adam once again wrapped around my arm, I heard a girl’s voice call out my name. Looking around, I found the source to Delilah. I was instantly on edge, knowing full well what her mother was capable of.
“Hey so my mom would like you to come over tonight.” She said cheerfully.
I on the other hand was anything but cheerful, “What? Why? I haven’t done anything to piss her off have I?” I asked, scared that I might be next.
Delilah laughed, flashing a gorgeous smile, “No, silly, it’s nothing like that. It’s something good I promise. She just wants to make a deal with you, and for what it’s worth…I really hope you say ‘yes’. Oh and Adam, you come too.”
And with that, Delilah walked off, leaving me to wonder just what the hell kind of deal Ms Goodwin wanted to strike with me. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful other than Adam giving me hand job underneath the desk during study hall. When the final bell rang, I exited the school, nervous about meeting Ms Goodwin as well as bewildered by the situation I found myself in, but looking over at Adam, I knew I at least had something to take my mind off things until then.

Arranged marriage

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“C’mon Anna, smile a little more, today is your wedding, it should be the happiest day of your life”-My mother said as she brushed my hair, and I was thinking about how I came into this crazy situation.
This is year 2050, and I really don’t know why, arranged marriages became legal and quite popular in western countries about 25 years ago, in fact homosexual arranged marriages are as common as heterosexual ones, cause most parents that arrange a wedding really don’t care about the preference of their children.
The sad story of my life is that my family agreed on marry me with the son (or daughter) of a really rich businessman before we both were born. After few months we were born: Two males, but our families didn’t care.
Andrew (my future husband) and I were at first friends despite we lived in different cities, two happy children that didn’t care about their parents’ complots. This changed as we reached puberty, then I began to hate the idea of being married just because my parents wanted to, and I hated more to marry a man, because we were both heterosexual. Andrew didn’t care too much about marrying me, but he said his father that he preferred if I was a woman, so he bribed my parents make me pass through a sex change, and they accepted.
As I was under-age I had no right to refuse, so my only choice was trying to run away, but I was caught. Then began my living hell: My parents treated me since then as Anna, their “little princess”, they forced me to take pills and hire a “teacher” to teach me (or better said, force me) to act as a delicate girl. As I was 20, I went under a sex change and I had a fully functional vagina, that could even give birth (I’m pretty sure that my parents loved that part).
And now I’m here, three years later, in the day of my wedding, sad of being just a puppet, while I’m walking to the altar to become Andrew’s loving wife for the rest of my life.

Star Player to Cheerleader

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You may or may not believe this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t believe me. I was linebacker last season. I laid out huge hits on everyone I was feared by all. I had more women than a brothel and that’s a fair statement. But then it all changed.
You see, I was a pivotal player for my team. I hate to sound arrogant but they couldn’t win without me. Of course, as I previously stated, I was a pretty big hit for the opposite sex. So… I did upset a few women.
Little did I know that an opposition team wanted me out. Permanently. They approached a group of girls I’d upset and revealed their plan. The girls loved it and were more than happy to play their role.
I was kidnapped. I was transformed into a girl. I was devastated. I valued my masculinity profusely and I had no idea how to live as a woman. I didn’t want to do make up, have uncomfortable shoes on my feet, wear a skirt or have long hair. I was a man.
I had to stay with the girls I’d upset. They were helpful. I knew that I wouldn’t be a man again so it was best to just try and adjust. They taught me plenty about womanhood even though I learnt somewhat reluctantly. Overtime, they convinced me to join the cheerleaders. I still wanted to be involved in the team so I guess cheerleader was as close as I was going to get now.
I was kind of beginning to enjoy the company of the girls. They were really quite friendly. I was loving cheerleading. It was great to be involved with the team and in many aspects it was better than playing. I never ever woke up extremely sore the next morning. The routines were so fun and it was so exciting watching the game with the other girls. I felt comfortable in the make up I had to wear for my routines.
I now accept being female. I don’t mind it. I have some great friends. I’m in the cheer squad. Wearing skirts is awesome. Having a flat crotch is super awesome particular when it’s so sexy and comfortable. I love cheerleading and doing all those high kicks in my short skirt and feeling those male eyes burn into my feminine skin. I don’t miss being a man. Not at all.

Wheel (maladicus)

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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.

Found Out

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As the door of his bedroom creaked open the secret was lost. It was no longer a pastime that only he knew about. Now his friends knew and the whole world would soon. It is no longer his secret fetish that had gifted him so much joy but in fact a label that will forever be associated with his name.
You see, Norm never really wanted to be a woman. It wasn’t a childhood dream nor was it the way he wanted to live his life but he was curious. He was definitely curious. He was an obsessive reader of tg captions, comics and fiction. He just found the way the other half of the human race lived so interesting. So, when he was reading a lengthy tg comic depicting the story of a girlfriend who forced her partner to be female and an advertisement pops up about a new computer program he leaped at it.
It took a while to download. The slow internet speeds played a part in that as well as the fact that the download was huge. Eventually however it downloaded.
The program could change Norm’s appearance. Being the curious male he was Norm made himself a female. The first time he freaked out. It was so scary being shorter, having nothing between your legs and so forth so he swiftly reverted back to being Norm.
Norm didn’t try again for a while but he was still curious. He had so many questions. So he became a female again. This time was better. He still felt panicked in the body but he lasted an entire day. The majority of the day was spent groping himself and masturbating. He even sat to pee for the first time as a woman which was quite the educational experience. However, he changed back.
He kept on changing to a female when he got the chance. He even began using the computer program to give him clothing. He also used the program to give him make up and taught himself to become quite the artist. Norm found it quite the thrill to be a woman and whenever he had a chance in the house alone he would become her, the girl he had named Naomi.
Now as Norm in the form of the Naomi spun around to see that his friends had discovered his secret. The shock was unreal. It was so embarrassing. Here he was as a woman with a vagina, make up, long hair, a skirt, breasts and wearing heels. All in front of his closest personal friends.
However, they were very accepting. In fact, sympathetic. They were even tempted to try out the computer program themselves. Norm hopes they give in to temptation and join him in the joy of womanhood.

View

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Hey. I caught you. Don’t think I didn’t. I know. Your eyes were probing my hot rear. You couldn’t resist your testosterone fuelled urges. But I’m not upset. In fact, I can’t blame you. I have a hot rear. It’s so girly and nicely shaped. You see I was a man. Before the incident that was.
I was devastated initially. I couldn’t live as a woman but I adjusted and now I’m a strong woman.
I don’t blame you. If I were still a man and I saw a beautiful female such as myself, I’d have to be holding myself back not to touch her. But I gurrantee you it’s better being the woman. I can touch myself whenever I want. And that sexy rear makes a luxurious seat cushion. Oh well, enjoy your view, I now that I enjoy the body.

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