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.
See the symbol I’m making with my hands. You’re thinking peace. I mean V. V for vagina. V for the flat crotch that signifies a female. V for the vagina that is the reason that I am currently sitting to pee and not standing. However, it wasn’t always like this.
I was a man. That’s right, a man. I had a D. D for dick. Then, it happened. My sister found an app and thought it would be fun to make me female for a little while. I was so furious but I had no choice. The app destroyed everything male about me. Clothes, possessions and of course my body. I had more make up then what I knew what to do with. She made me embrace being a chick. I had to wear female clothes, I had to have long hair, I had to have make up. It was so hard learning. However, I knew she would never change me back unless I at least tried.
It wasn’t easy. Everything was so different. I almost wasn’t sure I was still human. Despite overly frustrating sitting to urinate was strange. I really got sick of that cold toilet seat and I feared public toilets like a child fears monsters. Long hair was always in the way and men won’t stop looking at you. The thought I was one of them disgusts me.
I kept on pushing. Adjusting and adjusting and adjusting. Trying to make it normal. Trying to gain the respect essential to making me a man again. However, I began to gain interests. Interests that frightened me. The mandatory shopping trips with my sister which were initially completely and utterly despised became bearable. Very bearable in fact. I was thinking about which skirt looked best and which boots suited me. I was beginning to like shopping for women’s stuff.
My sister kept on mentioning the pros of being a woman. I was constantly reminded of the space downstairs. She obsessed with reminding me of the incredibly blissful orgasms only having a vagina can cause. Not to mention the soft sexy ass cushion only females have and the tits.
It made me think. I’d never crossed my legs as a man. Never. It was just to uncomfortable. When you’re packing all that down there it’s just not practical. Now, as a woman, I subconsciously crossed my legs. One day my sister even put stuff in my panties to simulate having male genitalia again. The stuff was probably only the third of the size of what I had before but it taught me. I hated that day. I couldn’t get comfortable. I couldn’t cross my legs or sit comfortably. I’d became used to being a woman and I’d liked it.
The app was quite advanced. One day she got rid of my feminine ass and gave me a flat masculine one much like the one I’d previously had. Everything else remained female. I hated it. I sorely missed the feeling of my ass swinging, squishing, squeezing and rolling as I walked in tight jeans. Not to mention, how uncomfortable it was to sit without the padding. She was about to take my breasts but I told her no. I couldn’t say goodbye to having tits, especially if I wasn’t getting my dick back in return.
However, I began to think I didn’t want my dick back. Having a vagina was pretty cool. Then she mentioned the lack of smooth skin. I thought about it and she was right. I loved my smooth hairless skin that encased the entirety of my sexy body.
Then the day came. My sister and I had a long discussion. We covered the pros and cons of being female. I told her after lengthy discourse that I wanted to stay a woman. She tried to ensure that I was sure sighting reasons like lack of strength and having to sit to pee but I told her no. I like those things because that’s what makes me who I am. Who I want to be.
So, I’m a woman. It’s permanently. I kept my V. V is for vagina and I have one. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I can’t thank my sister enough. I simply can’t put it into words. I feel bad for being so upset early on when really she was doing me a favour. She allowed me to be a proud member of the better sex. The sex that has vaginas. The sex that wears skirts. The sex that have long hair. The sex that have breasts. The sex that sit to pee. The sex that includes me.
Hannah said she would get revenge on Ted and take his life, and she did it. When he entered her body he heard a machine say that the slut transfer was complete. He darted up an seen he had boobs and a pussy, and long hair, and gazing at the mirror, he no she was now Hannah! Before he could even scream, Hannah’s boy toys entered the room, all twelve of them, naked and ready for action. Finally new Hannah screamed as the dudes approached, half scared and half aroused!
Preston was supposed to be Jeff’s tutor for his math class, but Jeff had other plans for him. Jeff had a special spell in mind to become Preston’s tutor instead.
Jeff was fed up with his attorney Leon Jameson, after he lost his case and was going to prison for a crime he didn’t commit. His life was ruined, but before they took him away, he made sure to ruin his failed attorney as well. Leon had a necklace that was a family heirloom, allowing one person and only once per generation to use it for revenge, and only for revenge.
Jeff managed to escape the lab that changed him into a curvy busty blonde bombshell, and now he’s walking the streets wondering what to do next and who would even believe it was him? He looked totally different, and nothing like a man at all.
“Embrace your newfound femininity, Jeff, or should I call you Jennifer now? You’re a lovely beautiful redhead now, and the gypsy is not changing you back. You called her a skanky Romanian, so she sought revenge on you with your Irish background, making you an Irish lass with a craving for a big strong Irishman. Let’s just find you that Irishman at O’Hare’s Pub, and perhaps I can find a strapping hunk there as well,” said Lana Leighton to her new female friend and former boyfriend.
Tired of shunning themselves after being changed to chicks at the carnival for insulting an old lady, the men turned sexy babes, decided to do the opposite and go for a walk together for support, naked in celebration of their bodies instead of hiding them indoors. Vick now Vanessa on the right briefly spoke as they walked naked.
Instead of the School of Hard Knocks Henry was going to be in the School of Hard Cocks. Patrick was caught by Henry sexing up his sister Brenda, and he would have none of it. He changed the rough and tumble dude, Henry into Harriet, no longer a student of learning books, but a student of learning cocks. As Harriet reached to her new plumbing and thoughts of naked men entered her new mind, she realized having her way with Brenda may have not been such a great idea.
Henry was all washed up, he lost his wife, his job, and his money, all because he revealed to his therapist that he had desires to become a woman. His therapist apparently was not tight lipped as she should have been, and spread it throughout town. His wife found out, then his boss, and she took all his money in the divorce settlement. Henry was left with nothing, nothing but himself, and his strong urge to become a woman. He still had his boat, and was staying at a cheap hotel, after selling his vinyl record collection. He went out into the Pacific, and got lost at sea in a drunken stupor, not even knowing how bad the situation was. Later he washed up on a beach and was in for a life changing surprise.