My ex girlfriend had cursed me for cheating on her and now every Friday night at midnight I became a big breasted blond woman. The only way I could become my self again was to have a man cum into me. but, it could never be the same man and it would take 24 hours for the change to take effect.
Chris was hanging around with Mike and Jake when Stacey came stomping down from the cabin, steam practically shooting from her ears. She grabbed Chris’s arm and yanked him off where they couldn’t be heard. “Who the FUCK is that slut you left in there, and why is she stealing my clothes?” She snapped, punching him in the chest for emphasis.
“What?” said John with a confused look on his face. He couldn’t believe what his roommate Rick just told him.
“Ah, ah, ah, Gigi! You know you’re on a diet… or at least you SHOULD be! HA!” Teased Larry, the school bully, as he snatched the cheeseburger out of Gigi, the short, plump geeky girl’s hands as he passed by her on the street. “Don’t you wanna be slim and sexy?” He asked. All of his idiotic friends laughed. Gigi was furious. It was bad enough that she had do deal with the brute picking on her at school, but she thought she was at least safe on the weekends. She was fed up with him and his immature opinions of beauty. She was a witch, and she was going to make him pay. She cast a spell on the bully and he immediately began to transform without even noticing. Suddenly, the tall, muscular jock was his own version of a perfect girl.
“Girls shouldn’t eat stuff like this.” She said, continuing to taunt Gigi. She noticed that her voice sounded different, and that something wasn’t quite right, but before she could think too long on it, she noticed her pack of sexy guy friends staring at her. She was suddenly craving male attention.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right… ‘Laurie’…” Gigi smugly replied. “After all… we girls have got to look good for the boys, right.” She said with a wink as she walked away. She was still craving a burger.
I’ll admit I wasn’t a perfect son, but then again who is? The demands and expectations my mom always had for me were just impossible to achieve. This led me to growing up resenting her a bit and yes, every now and again acting out, but none of what I did warranted this kind of punishment. As the years went by through my childhood I began to hear my mom mutter more and more about how she wish she had a daughter, that a daughter would never put her through the crap I did. I ignored it for the most part, but it still hurt knowing that your parent regretted having you.
Then it happened. One day I woke up to find my room completely different along with an entirely different and very female body. I was starting to freak out when my mom calmly entered the room. It took her a minute to get me to calm down, but when she did she explained how she found a spell that would give her the daughter she always wanted. I was now completely female and as far as the rest of the world was concerned I had always been female.
My mom, reveling in her victory, signed me up for piano lessons and ballet. I complied at first, now quite knowing what to do after having my whole world turned upside down, but slowly I starting looking for ways to spite her. I decided to keep going to ballet as I found, to my relief, that I still had a healthy attraction to females, and my ballet class was full of young, fit girls. It was during my piano class where I found my first way to rebel against my mom. I’m not sure where the thought to seduce my instructor came from, but once I had it, I decided to just run with it. I started by wearing sexier and sexier outfits to my lessons. My mom tried to protest, but I explained that that was how all the girls were dressing these days. I knew my mother would never allow a naturally born daughter to dress the way I was, but I knew she was taking it as a sign that I was accepting my life as her daughter and let it slide.
It really didn’t take much effort to seduce Mr. Trudeau. Even before I started my plan to seduce him, he’d have that look I was all too familiar with. It was the same hungry look I had when I saw a hot piece of ass walking by. Once I started wearing skimpy dresses along with some sexy stockings, it was game over. It only took me two lessons with me flirting with him and showing off my perky tits before he had me bent over, ready to take his cock. Now I may have preferred the company of females, but there’s something to be said about getting pounded by a big, meaty cock.
After that first encounter, I found myself getting excited, even giddy, about going to my next piano lesson. We got so good at our routine that he’d already be in me when I had said goodbye to my mom not even a minute before. I couldn’t help but laugh a little as I realized that my mom has been paying over $400 a month for my piano lessons for over a year now, and I still don’t even know how to play a damn scale.
When the hot blond who introduced herself as Erica started flirting with Mitch, Mitch was sure as hell happy to see where it went. That ended with them back at his place, him pounding her and her moaning, then him pulling out and finishing all over her tits and face. She smiled and squished her boobs together, giggling as some of his cum splashed into her mouth and ran down her neck to a charm sitting there.
“Wait… hold on, hold on.” Mike protested. “This isn’t how it’s suppose to go. I’m suppose to…”
Steffi hated being the biggest slut in the entire school, but she couldn’t help it no matter how hard she fought. The other cheerleaders constantly teased her about her tight, sexy clothes and how she was always dating some new guy, giving her the reputation as the babe every guy wanted to fuck and biggest bimbo slut on campus! She hated they way girls giggled at her and guys stared, she hated how her big, perfect tits were always bouncing in her tiny tops making guys constantly stare,drool and hit on her… she hated it when they looked at her like a sex doll bimbo, knowing exactly what they were thinking… she wanted to tell every guy to leave her the fuck alone! but…
After a long night drinking with fellow students, I found myself arguing outside the pub with one of the quiet girls after she caught me checking out a passing chick.
I was so excited to have finally graduated highschool and get on with my life, away from horrible place of torment they called a school. Finally I would be free of Marcus and his goons, free of the teachers that turned a blind eye to the arbitrary beatings and ridicule I would receive. But before my summer could even start, I got sick, really sick. I was bedridden for days with my whole body cramping making me wish I would just die. I was losing weight at an insane rate, and it wasn’t until what were undeniably breasts started to form on my chest, did my parents and I realized that this was something very strange.
My parents took me to every specialist they could find. All the while, my breasts got bigger, and I started to notice my dick getting smaller. However, no one had any idea what was happening. We were at our wit’s end when some men in black suits came to our door. They explained that it was a kind of virus that changes a male into a female. They went into more detail but most of that went in one ear and out the other, as I just got the bomb dropped on me that I was actually going to change gender. I was snapped out of my trance when my dad started talking. He was a producer at a national news organization and had a talent for saying things without actually saying it. The men in suits were a little angered with what he said, but I knew that he just saved my ass. If not for his connections to the media and his ability to get a story out at a moment’s notice, I was sure I’d have a black bag thrown over my head, and I’d find myself in a lab never to be heard of again. They quickly explained to my parents what would happen to me through the rest of my transition and left under the condition that we keep quiet about my illness.
The rest of the change was just as bizarre albeit less painful as the first two weeks. The strangest part was the few days seeing my penis and scrotum turn into a vagina. It took almost six weeks for my body to not be noticeably changing every day. Taking a look in the mirror was a surreal experience. I looked nothing like my old self. What’s more is that I had no family resemblance to my parents. There was no way anyone would think that the smoking hot redhead staring back at me in the mirror would be the offspring of my parents.
Over the next few days, I found myself surprisingly calm about the radical changes my body underwent. My parents and I even took a day to go to the mall to buy me a new wardrobe. I found that I rather liked shopping for clothes and had a taste for the sexy side of fashion, somewhat to my mom’s disapproval, but I think she felt the whole ordeal was hard enough on me and made no comment.
I was having a blast until I saw Marcus and his goons in the food court. Marcus caught me looking at him and decided that was an invitation to come over and talk to me. I had just sat down with our smoothies while my parents used the restroom so I had no defenses. Marcus started to try and chat me up while his friends hooted and hollered from the table they were sitting at. After what seemed like an eternity, my dad came out of the bathroom and scared Marcus off, and we were able to get on with our day. Despite having been hit on by my mortal enemy, we had a great time going out as a family. Something we hadn’t done in far too long.
The next day however, my dad started to get sick. The same symptoms I had shown when I started my transformation. We were freaking out, trying to figure out how my dad got sick. We knew from the information from the government men that the virus would still be in my system for up to a year and that it could be contracted through contact with my blood, vaginal secretions, and saliva, but we had been very careful to make sure I handled my own dirty clothes and even washed my own dishes. My mind raced as I tried to figure out where we messed up. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was so rattled when Marcus came up to me that when he was finally scared off I ended up grabbing my Dad’s smoothie, who ordered the same thing as I did. He ended up grabbing mine, and we were none the wiser. I cried as I admitted my mistake to my parents and apologized profusely. I felt so guilty, but a part of me also blamed Marcus for once again bringing pain into my life. Despite his sickness, my dad acted quickly to move all of his assets into my mom’s name, and we came to the decision that we would have to move once his transformation was complete. His transformation was even more remarkable than mine was. It seemed that the virus had a set age that it transformed its victims to. So not only did I watch as my father change from male to female. I watched as he went from a man in his fifties to a girl in her late teens maybe early twenties.
During the whole transformation I felt guilty, but I still laid some of the blame on Marcus. It was killing me that all I could do was watch helplessly while my dad changed before my eyes. Then it dawned on me. I could finally get revenge for all the torment Marcus had put me through. I could get revenge for my father. I put together the sluttiest outfit from the clothes I bought and headed for Marcus’s house. I knew that was their hang out spot as I learned early on in my childhood to avoid that house at all costs.
Sure enough when I knocked on the front door. Danny, one of Marcus’s goons, answered. I asked to see Marcus and walked in trying to act as confident and sexy as I could. Marcus was stunned when he saw me and asked how I knew he lived here. I spun up some story about finding out from someone who knew him in the food court after he left. I told him about how sexy I found him, but I couldn’t show it while my “aunt and uncle” were with me. I told him I wanted him now and lifted up my skirt slowly to show I wasn’t wearing any panties. Marcus took my hand and started to lead me to his bedroom, telling his buddies to not wait up. I looked at them all feasting their eyes on my body, and I got another idea.
I stopped and looked in Marcus’s eyes when he turned around. I wagged my finger playfully and told him I didn’t want just him. I wanted all five of them, right now. I swear I could hear the jaws drop as before I knew it, we were all naked right there in that living room. I got on my knees and was quickly surrounded by five hard dicks. I gave them each a good lick just to make sure no one missed out on the real fun then prepared myself for what was to come next, and I had to admit, I was really excited.