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Wife (awruk88)

Martin awoke to shock. A woman, on a beach. He was no longer a man on his couch. That was an absolute certainty. Then it began flooding back to him. His friend, or former friend made Martin female. A beautiful girl with a slim yet not featureless body and blonde hair. Mia. Martin was hypnotised to be Mia, the girlfriend of his friend.
Martin was furious and the memories kept flooding back. His friends extravagant dinners with Mia which often followed a passionate session in a hotel room. Martin recalled the way that himself as a woman was an expert of walking in heels and wearing make up despite never having any experience before. Then he remembered the marriage.
This was not any day at the beach. It was Mia’s honeymoon following her wedding. Her beautiful wedding were she wore the most elegant white dress. She was so pretty. It disgusted Martin.
However, there was no way out. Martin was Mia, he would never be a male again. He was a woman and the wife of his friend, her husband. It’s time to move on and live the life as the wife of his friend.

Request for @asdf101477

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.

Becoming Jess (@jc123)

Upon leaving the building Joe immidiately begin to regret taking part of this experiment. He thought it could be interesting and fun to try out being a woman for some time but it turned out to be the exact opposite. The breasts that constantly jiggled on his chest wans’t pleasant. Not to mention the empty feeling between his legs was very disturbing. The familiar feeling of his manhood was gone and it bothered him all the way home. Read more

No longer afraid (@jc123)

Jess stood before the mirror and begin her morning routine. Looking at her reflection she could still hardly belive that it wasn’t so long ago when she stood before the same mirror, shaving her facial hair. Now she didn’t have any facial hair, she was no longer the man she used to be. Read more

Wheel (maladicus)

Steven never thought of being a woman. He was a hairy male. Extremely hair in fact and was as masculine as they came. Like many men, he was arrogant and a risk taker. That’s why this particular game was so tempting.
It was pure chance, much like roulette. You won money or you were transformed. The wheel had several options; bigger muscles, taller, shorter, lean, hair colour change, race change, gender change and so forth. The lucrative option was one billion dollars. You just can’t win that kind of money anywhere. He gave it a chance.
The wheel spun and spun. As it slowed he could see there was no chance of winning a million dollars. It looked as though it had ceased its movement on the taller options but it clicked over to the one he dreaded. Gender change.
The mass of body hair he had vanished. He shrunk. It was as though the hair he lost off his body added to his head as long hair sprouted. His torso tightened together as his hips flared. His thighs became womanly and his ass softened. Breasts emerged and his male genitalia was non-existent. He was a she.
Steven elected the new name of Stephanie. The chance of winning the money was not gone. There was a second round. This time the options were different. The wheel included; bigger breasts, blonde, Asian, BBW, reversal, bimbo, makeover, ass, lean, new wardrobe, slut. The money prise had increased to two billion dollars. Stephanie spun again. It landed on hotter.
Her ass plumped until it was a sexy two-cheeked mound of perfection. Her breasts enlarged. Her hips widened further and her thighs became more womanly. Her skin was smoother and her face was pretty even though she bore no make up whatsoever.
She decided to spin again. The options were the same as last time with the cash prize of three billion dollars. She spun. She was certain it would land on the cash as it slowed but it clicked over to new wardrobe.
The clothes which were the ones she wore as Steven and still wore now as Stephanie were greatly ill-fitting. They all altered until the top shrunk to a white one which barely even covered her breasts and left her stomach exposed. A choker formed around her neck. The runners which were worn yet reliable became strapped black heels and the daggy cargo shorts lengthened to become tight black jeans. Her bulky digital watch became a golden ring that adorned her thin feminine finger. She didn’t know it but her grey boxer shorts had become cheeky pink panties.
Stephanie was terrified. She may be female but she still had her male mind. Her mind didn’t match her body or attire. She gripped on to her surroundings. She was terrified of falling in heels. She had never worn them before. She needed to spin again.
The options were the same as before. She promised herself that if she gained a reversal which would make her Steven again she would quit. She spun the wheel. She almost squealed with glee as she though it would land on reversal but it wouldn’t be the case. The wheel stopped just before. It landed on makeover.
Her nails became an art form. Gone were the roughly cut plain ones. Her nails became skilfully pedicured, perfectly shape, long nails painted blue. Red lipstick coated her lips. Mascara surrounded her eyes. Her eyebrows became full and well-shaped. Stephanie had to admit. Her feet looked better now in heels with the painted nails but she wasn’t a woman she was a man. A man named Steven. She had to change back.
Without doubt she spun again. All was the same but the cash prize was ten billion dollars. As the wheel spun she knew her fate. She could see where it would land. Slut. And it did. Her mind changed. Stephanie looked back on being Steven as a bad period of her life. Walking in heels was a normal thoughtless habit. She was a make up artist. She loved men. Maybe a little too much.
In fear of landing a reversal. Stephanie didn’t spin again. She refused to be a man.
Stephanie spent the following weeks in bar. She met men and spent the following nights in bed with those men. She’d slept with so many men. More than most women. That was a certainty. So, it was no surprise that she fell pregnant. Soon, she will be a mother.
She has no idea. Not even the slightest. As to who the father is. She can’t even remember half the guys she’s fucked. Stephanie hopes for a beautiful baby girl so she can raise a hot slut. A daughter that can proudly take after her mother. If it’s a son she hopes the father is one of the guys with big cocks so they can be a gift to the female gender. However, she sorely hopes for a daughter.

Curiousity (@barnes18)

“Sorry mom!” Brad immidiately turned away when he found his mother in the living room changing her clothes. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of” His mom chuckled. Brad was ready to leave but his mom asked him to stay. “A woman’s body is a beautiful thing you know” She said. Brad stood facing the door, his face was blushing from embarrassment. “Are you curious how does it feel to have a body like this? To wear feminine clothes?” His mom asked making him feel even more embarrassed. “A little bit” Brad said quietly. “Then how about to try it?” She said. “What do you mean?” Brad turned to his mom. “Come closer dear” His mom said. Read more

A trip to Japan. Part 7 (@Tgmaniac121)

Kyle just finished unpacking his stuff. Their new apartaments was finally finished and he and his husband could finally settle in. While organizing his wardrobe someone knocked at the door. It was Hideki who came to see how is his sister doing. “Come in” Kyle welcomed him with a smile. Read more