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The Remote

Dave hesitated with his thumb poised on the remote’s button. The same remote his room mate had used to turn Dave into a sexy woman all those months ago. One push and he’d be a man again. No more carrying these enormous tits around. These spectacular sensitive sexy tits. No more wearing slutty women’s clothes. Comfortable, gorgeous, sexy women’s clothes. No more being a walking spectacle whenever he went out. Just a perverted fantasy to every man that saw him. Men who fell all over themselves opening doors, carrying bags and buying drinks. No more spreading his legs for men and their disgusting cocks. Big, hard, tasty cocks and the multiple orgasms they brought. Carefully, Dave removed her thumb from the button and returned the remote where she had found it. Straightening, she relished the feel of her silk blouse as it caressed her sensitive nipples. In anther part of the house, Dave’s room mate watched on a monitor. The hidden camera missing nothing. He had been sure Dave had finally embraced being a woman and leaving the remote where it would be found was the final test. Of course, he had removed the battery first. Just in case.

To Late Now

I’m sorry John, but the MAU stopped working. Then a few days later two government agents showed up and took it. You should have changed when I did.

Making It Right

David hesitated. It wasn’t to late. He could slip away and change back. No! It was his fault that Nina was gone. This was the only right thing to do. Still he hesitated. If he did this, he would be Nina forever. Then making up his mind, he let the dressing gown slide from his shoulders and slipped into bed with his ex best friend and now husband.

You Promised

I gaped the enormous breasts on my chest. The spell had worked with a vengeance. In a breathy sexy voice I gasped, “Dude! Are you kidding me?!” Read more

The Centurion

My name was Marcus Longinus and I was a centurion in Caesar’s 3rd legion. We had been campaigning for two years deep in Gaul, fighting the Germanic tribes along the Rhine River. Being away from Rome for so long, we soldiers sought comfort where ever we could find it and woe be any local girl foolish or slow enough to fall into our clutches. I had taken a squad to investigate the report of a village near our line of march when I spotted what I was sure was a young female hiding in the bushes. Not being in a sharing mood, I sent my men ahead with the promise to catch up later. When they were out of sight, I sprung into the brush and out flushed a golden hair girl. She tried to run but was no match for my speed and I soon had her in my grip. Up close, she was even more beautiful than I thought. Despite her struggling, I ripped her clothing off. The sight of her nakedness set a fire in my loins. Her begging fell on deaf ears. I would have her. I threw her down, fell between her legs and took her all in one motion. From the time I enter her, she never made a sound, but stared at my face. I was soon spent and stood, intending to leave her laying in the dirt. As I turned to leave, she was standing before me, again fully clothed. Her eyes seemed to flash and I felt as if I was being consumed by fire. Through my pain, I heard her speak in perfect clear Latin. You are a be-spoiler of women and have dared to defile a Druid priestess. Freya has heard my plea for vengeance. You shall become a vessel for the lusts of others of your ilk. But know this, one year from today, you true punishment will begin.” With those words, I mercifully passed out. Male voices woke me. I looked up to see my men had found me. “Well, Well, Look what we have here. Where did you come from girly?” Girly? I tried to speak but nothing came out. One of the men grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. That’s when I realized I had changed. I was a girl! Young but in the first flush of womanhood. Heavy full breasts and wide hips. My head barely came to the shoulders of the shortest of the soldiers. In rising panic, I looked at my men and could see the lust in their eyes. Again I tried to speak. To tell them who I was, but I was mute. Then my men raped me. Each one, from the oldest veteran to the newest recruit. Each time it felt like I was being impaled on a red hot iron. I tried to scream but only soft moans came out. “Listen to the whore moan men, she really likes it.” When they had finished, I lay bruised and broken. Blood and semen leaking down my legs. A rope was placed around my neck and I was led away. A trophy. I was barely conscious when we reached camp and was chained to a wagon wheel for safe keeping. As I lay under the wagon, waiting for sleep, I prayed to the gods to die. When I awoke the next morning, the cuts, the bruises and the blood were all gone. Somehow in the night my body was healed. The days became endless. I was passed around camp. I was taken repeatedly, I was the prize at dice games, I was fought over, I was used and abused. and every morning I was whole again. The only constant was the pain and my unshaken belief that inside this weak female body, I WAS A MAN! We had made winter camp when the officers discovered me and took me for their use. They were no better than the soldiers, if anything they could be more cruel. One in particular, delighted in tormenting me until my deeply hidden male pride caused me to lash out at him. As punishment, I was chained to a post on the edge of camp. A sign proclaiming me free to anyone who wanted to use me. Soldiers, teamsters, stable boys and just camp followers all made use of me. Through rain, snow and cold I was chained to the post. Many nights I knew I would freeze to death but each morning I awoke renewed. When I was finally released, I was much subdued. Being taken was still painful and repugnant to my male ego, but to survive the repugnant is sometimes necessary. For example, a cooks assistant would give me extra food in exchange for certain favors. I learned if I was especially nice, sometimes I could share a warm bed on a cold night. To make my self more desirable, I learned new skills such as some of the older men liked me to use my mouth and some of the men, who probably preferred boys, wanted to use my bottom. Even though I received no pleasure, I became quit skilled in bringing pleasure to men. Eventually winter ended and spring began and in its turn summer followed. Then one warm afternoon , I was brought to the head quarters compound where an officer ordered I be bathed, fed and clothed. I was then presented to the great general, Caesar himself. It seems my reputation had reached even his lofty heights. I began by using all the

The Reality

As I stared at the weight in my feminine hand I had an epiphany. I’d let my anger blind me to reality. When my friend and room mate, Jim, had wished for a pretty wife he could love and care for, the magic in the wishing coin had used me, Dave, as its raw material. Furious at being changed into a girl and furious at Jim for making the boneheaded wish, I stormed out vowing never to return. The reality was we’d been friends since we were kids and I missed my friend. Fine! I’ll be his wife but he would never touch me! The reality was I enjoyed sex as much as Jim, especially the make up sex after our many fights. Still mad about the wish, I decided to let myself go. Let’s see how Jim likes being married to a real pig of a fatty. The reality was I had too much pride in my looks to do that to myself or to Jim. Well dammit, I’m not really a girl. I’m a man! Now what would a man do? A man would kick his ass. That’s It! I’d work out every day until I was strong enough, then I’d kick Jim’s ass all over town for what he did to me. The reality was there was no way this body would ever be strong enough. After months of daily workouts, all my body did was become more toned and beautiful. Now as I stared at the weight in my hand I realized the wish had changed us both. I was no longer Dave, the man who was changed into a girl. I was Diane, a confident young woman and wife. Jim, the post adolescent slacker was gone. I his place was Jim, the hard working, caring, responsible man and husband. The reality was my anger had been replaced with love. I smiled and put the weight down. My husband would be home soon and maybe it was time we talked about starting a family.


I met Clarice not long after she came to the City. I think it was her country sweetness and naivety that first attracted me to her. Sure, she was pretty enough but so darn shy and as I would latter learn, afraid of everything. Especially men. It took weeks of gentle persistence just to get her to talk to me and weeks more to get her to look me in the eye. It took several months, but she finally began to trust me enough to go out. Not really dates, just coffee or maybe lunch. I guess she raised my protective instincts. I was very careful not to frighten her. Months passed and it was fascinating to watch her blossom into a confident young woman. We became close and I realized I was falling in love with her. Clarice never talked about her past. All she would say is she came from a hick town and was never going back. So I was surprised when one day she announced she had to return home. She had gotten a letter and her mother was sick and needed her. I asked if she wanted me to go with her but she said no. She would only be gone a short time and would call me. I began to worry after two weeks with no word and when it stretched past a month, I decided to go look for her. I knew the name of the town she was from. A tiny little place on the edge of the mountains. On arrival, I found it to be just as Clarice had said. Small and full of clannish people. My pleas for directions were only answered by stares and silence until one old woman gave me directions to an isolated farm in the hills outside of town. When I finally found the place, the door was answered by the biggest, roughest looking man I had ever seen. I introduced myself and said I was looking for Clarice. He just stared at me until I began to get nervous. Then he grinned and said he was her big brother and Clarice was with their Ma and Pa out in the pasture and to come in and wait. I followed him in and he offered me a drink. Three or four sips later and the world went black. The opening of a door and a “You awake City Boy?” brought me back to consciousness. I opened my eyes only to realize I was laying on a small bed in a dingy bedroom and the brother was standing in the door looking down at me. He said, “Clarice done escaped once and I had the devil’s own time tracking her down. It was me that sent the letter saying Ma needed her that got her to come back. Well Ma ain’t ailing, I just wanted Clarice back home. But she done changed. Said it weren’t right for a brother to be fucking his sister no more. So I changed her like I did Ma and Pa and put her in the pasture with them. Heh, Heh. That Ma turned out to be one stud of a bull. If Clarice is half as productive as Pa has been, we gonna have us a fine herd before long. I could only stare at him in disbelief, “Why? How?” “Mountain magic, City Boy. I used it to turn them into cows.” Then he gave an evil chuckle, “Just like I used it to turn you into Clarice.” With those words, I became aware of the long hair tickling my neck, the breasts exposed on my chest and a wet sore feeling between my legs. I was paralyzed by terror as he pulled out the largest penis I could have ever imagined. I could only stare in wide eyed horror as he shoved that monster between my legs. When he began to thrust into me he said, “It was you that put those high and mighty ideas in Clarice’s head City Boy. So the way I see it, You can take her place. Now you can be Clarice and you can be real nice to your big brother or you can join the real Clarice and Ma and Pa in the pasture. Either way City Boy, You’re fucked.”

You Win

There. I sucked you off just like you asked. It was a little awkward at first but I seemed to get the hang of it there at the end. No, you can keep me a girl as long as you like. I’ll never ask you to changed me back again. It’s totally your call if and when you ever do. I’ll be your girl friend, fuck buddy or whatever you want. I’ll even act enthusiastic about it. Look, if I really, really promise not to try to grab the magic rabbits foot again, can I have my arms back? I’d really like to wash your cum off my face and tits now.