So, here I am. A girl. I never wanted to attend this wretched educational institution but it was all my own doing, I wouldn’t change. Miss Grenniges School for Wayward Boys is one of a kind. The school takes in boys who are off the rails and make them female.
This dress is so slutty I can’t believe this. How could I lose? It was a sure thing. A greatly safe bet. But no… it wasn’t. Now I’m stuck here with tits and I’m lacking a dick. Everything feels so wrong. I have long hair for crying out loud and my face is buried in make up and I’m wearing a dress. Not too mention how slutty the dress is. My breasts are on display to the entire western world. It makes me sicklong nails adorn my fingers and there’s no obstacle between my two legs. My two hairless legs. I can’t wait for tonight to be over.
I hesitated at first. I was unsure. I didn’t know if it was for me. I don’t know why I did. It was so simple if I didn’t like it I changed back. I later enrolled at the last minute.
Arrival was simple. You walked in the gate male and once past the gate you were female. You walked through the gate with your bag too. All your clothes became feminine counterparts. I walked to my room excitedly. I could feel the jiggling of my breasts and the space between my legs and I couldn’t wait to explore.
I soon got to my room. I stripped naked and spent what must of been ages simply admiring myself. Breasts, a vagina, a soft ass. All things I’d never had before. I go through the bag I brought. It was full of make up, panties, heels, skirts, bras, dresses and perfumes. It was a completely different life.
Class began and some of it was normal. Maths, science, history however some was different. We had classes on womanhood. I loved the classes. They taught me to sit like a lady, apply make up, do my hair and sit to pee. I relished everyday. I constantly adjusted my hair and experimented with different shades of make up. I loved it.
At the end of the year, I had the choice. Male or female. It was easy. Female. I couldn’t say good bye. I loved the comfort of pantyhose, the free movement of skirts, the sexiness of heels, the softness of my female features, my long hair, my clean shaven vagina that gave incredible orgasms, the ability to cross my legs and my entire life in general. I couldn’t go back. This was too great. I couldn’t be happier. I can’t wait to find out where life will take me as a female. I must say I’m attractive. I could be a model.
Somehow, someway, the mansion Brent inherited from his late grandfather had magically changed him into a sexy beautiful blonde woman after staying there just one night. He sat there on the couch, waking with long silken blonde locks, pert breasts, new equipment below, and was even wearing women’s clothing. He kicked off his heels seeing how tiny his feet now were, encased in the black nylon of pantyhose. His legs were smooth and sleek as he ran his fingers over them, and to his crotch which was flat with his new plumbing. The breasts were real, and soft and squishy, nothing like a man’s chest, and the hair was definitely soft and smooth and all his. He pulled off his skirt to get a better look and as he sat there on the couch in shock and awe, he realized one thing. He made the right choice in staying at his grandpa’s mansion that night. He also had to admit the pantyhose looked sexy on him and felt even sexier. Time to put that skirt and heels back on and see the world as the new Brandi.
Glen’s girlfriend found out about his secret on their trip to Italy, after a long talk in their hotel room. Always an excellent boyfriend, Glen treated Skyler like a queen, and she consistently felt like she didn’t measure up on her end to his kindness and generosity. He had even paid entirely for their trip, without even asking for a cent from Skyler. She had to admit to herself she was a bit shocked and thrown a curveball when she heard the confession from Glen, not that he cheated or did anything bad, but that he, in fact, wanted to be a she. He wanted to be a woman. Skyler finally asked him a simple question.
Harry had lots of friends and a wild life of parties and hangouts, while Denise had almost no friends and a quiet life of book reading and organization of the library inherited from her father.
Chad was wore out from work, and just wanted to chill and relax. His roommate had other plans however, experimenting with a spell book. As Chad sat on his favorite chair and watched TV, he found himself feeling strange to say the least. Gazing down at himself he seen why. He now had a soft petite body with all the right curves, and ample budding breasts. All of which was covered by a short sexy little black dress, flesh tone hose, and super high black shiny heels.
He found it hard to keep his mind off her. The way she walked atop of high heels in that sexy skirt and black pantyhose. No one else was like it. She was definitely his favourite teacher. He sat there trying to do his homework but he couldn’t, his mind was on something else. Her. Miss Longley.
Then boom. Everything changed. The text book, the calculator and his pictures of him with family vanished. The desk was different too. A vaguely familiar piece of writing which looked like an essay or report of sorts was spread on the desk. It was his essay on sociology, the one he handed in two weeks ago. He hadn’t got it back because it hadn’t been marked. It was strange.
He reaches forward with his delicate manicured hand. It took him a moment to realise it but the hand wasn’t is. Further investigation via frisking his body up and down confirmed that he was a she. On his chest were breasts and nothing lied down below.
He sits there shocked and panicked, trying to come to terms with being female. He is a she. It’s not right. It must be a dream.
He continues to observe his now her body. Skirt, sizeable breasts, nice clean shaven legs beneath pantyhose and heels. He kicks the heels off under the desk and let’s his new girly pantyhose covered feet slide across the wooden floor like silk.
He stands and sees a mirror he walks across. It was soon clear that he was Miss Longley. Instantly, he began ripping the clothes off her body. He’d been picturing her naked for eternity finally he would know what she looked like under those clothes. He wasn’t disappointed. She was pure beauty.
After many moments of admiration. He had to be serious. He was Miss Longley. There was no going back. He had to accept it and do her job, mark those papers. He now stared to himself that he was a she and her name was Leanne Longley.
She threw some comfortable clothes on and got to it. She marked paper after paper. Many were quite interesting. She definitely found marking it more interesting than writing. The height of the pile decreased and decreased and decreased until nothing remained. She was done. She could go to bed and enjoy her body.
Time passed, she learnt how to live as Miss Longley. She didn’t want to arouse suspicion so she tried to make it as realistic as possible. She dresses, wore make up and did her hair like Miss Longley. She even taught like Miss Longley. She loves it. Nothing beats being the sexy school teacher in hosiery and heels. Nothing.
From left to right: Paul, Timothy, Wilson, Blake, and Simon were all airline pilots until they overstepped their bounds with Equal Air, a new airline company. They had all been caught on numerous occasions, not only flirting with flight attendants, but also demeaning them, degrading them, and basically being typical male chauvinists, but also ones that flew the planes. This allowed them some leeway, for awhile that is.
When foot fetish man Dick Randy licked Sarah Lynn’s sexy nylon clad foot, he thought it would be just another wild foot fetish night for him, and perhaps he was right, to a degree. Upon licking her foot, he instantly changed into a busty brunette with his own set of pantyhose clad feet tucked away in designer pumps, much like the ones Sarah was wearing.