Ned Knows What “He” Wants
“Genie, so you are telling me I only get one freaking wish, that’s it,” said Ned, the mouthy flamboyant young man who knew what he wanted.
“Genie, so you are telling me I only get one freaking wish, that’s it,” said Ned, the mouthy flamboyant young man who knew what he wanted.
Harry got the blowjob of his life from his newlywed wife, on their honeymoon, but when she asked for the favor to be returned, the formerly always nice Harry said, “No way, I don’t want to go down on a fish store, after all I’m your husband now, I make the rules, I’m the man!”
Ted had left the Clinic of Change with a handful of brochures, hoping his brother would do as he did eventually and become a beautiful babe. Not only did Ted want to be a woman, but as Vanessa now, he wanted a sister. Upton was given the brochures, but still needed convincing, so Vanessa showed him the boobs, and let him feel them, telling him he could feel them from the inside if he was like her. She went on to tell him that they felt better having them, than just touching them on someone else.
Harry said, “Wow, this body feels nice, and there’s nothing like sucking dick in a sexy pair of pantyhose, a tight dress, and high heels.”
“Cheat on me with that woman you call a hot whore, we’ll see about that,” said Elena after finding out Ted was cheating on her with a prostitute known as the town’s own hot whore, Sierra Sassy.
It wasn’t just the breasts that were so foreign to Hector after the nuclear meltdown somehow altered his DNA not to give him cancer, but to make him a female version of himself had he been born with XX instead of XY. Sure the breasts and indoor plumbing were strange and intriguing to him, but it was his new thoughts that were the most shocking of all.
“Put that fine pantyhosed ass in the air like you just don’t care, Veronica,” said the strange rich man.
The midget was magical, and his show wasn’t always just an act. He had a mouthy young man in the audience whom he invited up for his next act.
Synopsis: “Inside Out – A Hooker Documentary” will examine the experiences of a young man named Patrick Lark, who is surgically and medically transformed into Penelope Lark. That is only the prologue for the story however, as much of the story will focus on her journey into not only the world of womanhood, but the world of women in prostitution. A man will experience exactly what it’s like to not be the one paying for a prostitute, but actually becoming the prostitute, experiencing what she experiences as a high priced hooker walking the streets for cash. He, now a she, will experience the dangers, taboo, lust, sex, and risks involved in prostitution, being the one vulnerable to the very men who are her clients. Patrick Lark willingly took this journey into that world, volunteering for the procedures to make him a woman, and the experiences that come after in prostituting himself for a living.
My mom finally left for the weekend. She would be back in time for Mother’s Day, which was perfect! I had found a magic powder that when sprinkled on any piece of clothing, and then worn, the wearer’s body would turn into an exact copy of the one who owns that particular piece of clothing. I’ve always been curious to find out what it was like to be a woman, and this seemed like a perfect time: the spell only lasted until midnight on the second day, which in this case was Mother’s Day.
She probably wasn’t even at the end of the road when I sprinkled the powder onto a pair of her panties. Wasting no time I quickly stripped out of my own boxers, and pulled on the silky black panties, one leg at a time. “I don’t feel any different…” I said out loud, shrugging and walking out of my room. wait, Mom’s panties were way big on me, why was I able to walk without them falling down my legs? I looked down, and saw the underwear was tight against my new curves, held in place by my loadbearing hips and thick ass. Looking down I also noticed my belly had pudged out slightly, but above that something more interesting was occurring:
My nipples had become wide, dark, and erect, and below them two small mounds were pushing them further and further away from my chest. I brushed my new long dark hair out of my eyes to get a better view of my growing breasts. I knew Mom was well endowed, but these were even bigger than I could’ve imagined! Why would my dad ever leave tits like these?! As they started to settle into their full size, I reached my dainty hands up to cup the monsters now resting on my chest. I fondled them for a moment, before allowing them to drop back down to their resting state. They were so huge, they sat on either side of my belly button.
It felt so strange to be calling parts of my mother’s body my own, but they were. These were my tits, my ass, my belly, my hair, my-
I gasped. My vagina! I tore off the panties, and just visible past the valley between my boobs, was my pussy. I squealed a bit, before reaching my slender fingers into my moist slit. A small moan escaped my lips. I slid deeper, and my moans grew larger. So this is what female masturbation is li-IIIke!
I came, squirting all over the hallway floor. I should have found it gross, but I felt so good I couldn’t be bothered to care. This body was fantastic!