Inner peace. I’ve found you. I’m sorry it took so long. I had the wrong form. No man can truly find it. I needed to be pure, I needed to be free, I needed to be feminine, a girl. I’ve never felt so good, I’ve never felt so calm, I’ve never felt so happy. I finally found my inner peace. Nothing I could ever have as a man.
Yes! It worked. Look at me, I’m a girl. Vagina, breasts, soft skin. They were right. This beach does change you it’s magical. I’m a girl. Yes. It worked.
“Holy shit dude!” my best friend mumbled as he shoved his new feminine face into my massive breasts. “Why do I have to be flat-chested while you get…these!”
“You’re a genie!” I shouted to the scantily-clad woman who appeared in my living room after I rubbed the table lamp as I cleaned my house. I always thought they came out of different lamps but this works too.
“Yes, but a different kind,” she said, her voice seductive. “I don’t grant wishes: instead you name a person, and I give them whatever their greatest wish is.”
A bit odd, but I had a perfect way around it: my mother really wants grandchildren, and I haven’t had a girlfriend in years, so I’ll kill two birds with one stone.
“Alright, I choose my mother,” I said confidently.
“granted,” the genie said as she snapped her fingers and disappeared. I thought my beautiful new wife would appear as instantly, but she didn’t. Maybe the magic was a bit delayed? I shrugged and went back to cleaning. As I did I started to feel really warm. it was summer though, so I didn’t think anything of it. Until I felt the swaying on my chest, that is.
“What?” I muttered, feeling the lumps beneath my shirt. “Why is my chest to flabby?” I removed my shirt to get a better look. Why does it look like I have-
“Tits?…” I whispered, poking the fleshy mounds wobbling on my chest. I fondled them for a few moments, both terrified and aroused. I was so interested in my new breasts I didn’t even notice the gurgling in my stomach, or that it was slowly ballooning outward.
I didn’t notice until it was past my heavy new assets. “Holy shit!” I shouted, moving my hands down to cradle my expanding belly. “Why am I getting so fat? I almost look like I’m pregnant!” Wait. Breasts, dainty hands, slim arms, high voice, big belly…
“I AM pregnant!” I screamed. I hadn’t outsmarted the genie after all! Instead of giving me a wife to give my mother grandchildren, I was going to have them!
I waddled up the stairs to my bathroom, my belly still growing, but much slower than it had been. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my mouth dropped. I was completely female, from head to toe, no part of my male self remaining, not even-
“My dick!” I pulled my pants down and revealed my crotch, previously hidden my my huge belly. It was gone, and in its place was a vagina. My vagina. My vagina that was going to be pushing a baby out of it way sooner than I would have liked.
But at least Mom would get her grandchildren.
“Mm,” I moaned, rolling over as I slowly woke up, pulling my hand over my chest as I did. At least, I thought it was my chest, but it felt too soft to be right. My pillow must have shifted during the night.
But wait, that couldn’t be right either: I could still clearly feel my pillow beneath my head. So what was on my chest? I opened my eyes, and got my answer. “What. The fuck?” I said, my eyes wide as I stared at the two huge mounds now resting on my chest. “Why is my chest so soft and flabby? It almost looks like I have tits…” My mouth dropped and I squeezed the weights on my chest. “I have tits?” I whispered, not wanting to believe it. “But I’m a dude! I don’t have tits I have pecs and a-” I didn’t finish my sentence before I launched my covers off my body and looked down between my legs. Nothing.
Well, not nothing, but not what I was expecting either. My dick was gone, and instead I was staring down at a vagina. My vagina. “I’m a-a woman,” I said, breathing heavily as I grasped one of my massive boobs. “And if I am…” I said, my attention turning back to the space between my legs. “I might as well enjoy myself.” I slipped a hand into my slit, and began my first masturbation as a woman…
It is a definite must have. I never thought of having one but the house I bought already had one installed. It was months before I tried it but once I had, I’d wish I’d given it a go sooner.
I feel kind of bad to say it. I really do. That’s honest. But I’m glad this happened.
Eugene had been a fisherman for fifty years, like his father before him and his grandfather too. His grandfather always claimed it all went all way back to his ancestor in ancient Greece, who seduced an ocean nymph and was blessed with good fortune at sea. Of course, Eugene never believed that.
“Dude, seriously?” my best friend asked, peeking his (now her) head out of the bathroom. “Did you have to use your change-water device to change me into a woman? And a busty one too? C’mon, change me back.”
“Nah, sorry,” I told her with a shrug. “I like you like this.”
“Come on, this isn’t funny! Change me back!” she moaned.
“I told you: no,” I said. “You know I don’t have the easiest time with the ladies. Well, why waste time finding a wife, when my device could make one?”
“Ew!” she shouted, before slamming the bathroom door shut. “Why the fuck would I ever be your wife?!”
“Just wait until the mental changes sink in.”
“What? Honey, what mental changes?” she said. I smirked.
“Oh, you’ll see,” I said. “Can I come in?” Silence. Maybe she hadn’t changed completely yet.
“Sure, just let me wrap a towel on,” she said. It worked! I opened the bathroom door and looked in.
There she was, a towel wrapped around her head, her massive breasts exposed, her nipples hard in the cold air. “Well baby, are you going to just stare at them, or are we going to have some fun?”
Why didn’t they tell me this would feel so good?