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.
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.
The second I laid eyes on Kayla I knew I wanted her. Not only in the traditional way a man wants a woman, for I longed for more than to lay with her, I wanted to be her. She always dressed feminine, accentuating her petite body with tight skirts, dresses, and all manner of revealing garments. On our first day of classes together I took a shining to her, and she too seemed to like me. I think she enjoyed that I didn’t hit on her like every other guy, we just talked about whatever was on our minds, distracting ourselves from this trivial class we shared.
One day we were having a conversation about former lovers when she asked me “James, why is it you’ve never made a pass at me? Not in a narcissistic way, but I mean, you aren’t gay, so what gives? I’ve seen you eyeing me, and other girls, but you never, you know, make a move.”
Her directness threw me for a moment. “It’s complicated…. When I look at you, it isn’t lust exactly… it’s more… envy I suppose.” This shocked her for a half-beat, before that cute smile returned to her face.
“Envy? For real? Like, in what way?” Her devilish grin revealed her, she was flattered.
“Well, you’re very feminine, and you aren’t shy about how sexy you are. I’ve just always been curious about being the fairer sex.” I responded blushing slightly at my admission.
“Hmmmm,” she sang lightly. “I can understand that, the grass is greener and all that.”
For the rest of class that day, Kayla hardly spoke, but rather stared blankly at the front of the room, lost in thought I suppose.
Ian thought himself so clever, and not just because he was a student at Merlin Academy. He’d found a magic spell to turn himself invisible, and his plan was to use it to sneak into the communal shower at the Delta Phi sorority house. He’d planned to just sneak in to peak, but the ease with which he got in made him more confident. The sight of all those beautiful women showering was too much for him, and so he started to masturbate while he stood there, invisible and watching them.
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.
You may or may not believe this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t believe me. I was linebacker last season. I laid out huge hits on everyone I was feared by all. I had more women than a brothel and that’s a fair statement. But then it all changed.
You see, I was a pivotal player for my team. I hate to sound arrogant but they couldn’t win without me. Of course, as I previously stated, I was a pretty big hit for the opposite sex. So… I did upset a few women.
Little did I know that an opposition team wanted me out. Permanently. They approached a group of girls I’d upset and revealed their plan. The girls loved it and were more than happy to play their role.
I was kidnapped. I was transformed into a girl. I was devastated. I valued my masculinity profusely and I had no idea how to live as a woman. I didn’t want to do make up, have uncomfortable shoes on my feet, wear a skirt or have long hair. I was a man.
I had to stay with the girls I’d upset. They were helpful. I knew that I wouldn’t be a man again so it was best to just try and adjust. They taught me plenty about womanhood even though I learnt somewhat reluctantly. Overtime, they convinced me to join the cheerleaders. I still wanted to be involved in the team so I guess cheerleader was as close as I was going to get now.
I was kind of beginning to enjoy the company of the girls. They were really quite friendly. I was loving cheerleading. It was great to be involved with the team and in many aspects it was better than playing. I never ever woke up extremely sore the next morning. The routines were so fun and it was so exciting watching the game with the other girls. I felt comfortable in the make up I had to wear for my routines.
I now accept being female. I don’t mind it. I have some great friends. I’m in the cheer squad. Wearing skirts is awesome. Having a flat crotch is super awesome particular when it’s so sexy and comfortable. I love cheerleading and doing all those high kicks in my short skirt and feeling those male eyes burn into my feminine skin. I don’t miss being a man. Not at all.
– You wanted to see me, Mrs. Johnson? – David asked as he entered the principal’s office.
– Take a seat, David. – the highschool principal, Lisa Johnson, answered from behind her desk.
Myra’s school had uniforms and it certainly turned things on a little. Myra’s firm chest were being cradled by her push up bra in her white blouse which showed off her curves. Her blue cardigan which was loosely worn didn’t;t really cover much up and her skirt which was shortened looked like a mini skirt which showed off her perky bottom when she strut past guys. Myra was heading to the male dorms to one of her fun time. Leon had replied to her bikini picture with a picture of his shaft and Zack who was in Myra’s body was agreeable to it. Zack knocked on Leon’s door opened it and locked it behind her. Leon was wearing his boxers hiding behind the door. He grabbed Myra’s lithe body by the blouse from the back and tore open her blouse which displayed her deep cleavage. From the back, Leon was fondling Myra’s tits and rubbing his shaft inside his boxers against Myra’s snatch. Zack used Myra’s fingers to grab Leon’s shaft and started stroking it against Myra’s wet snatch. When it was lubricated, Myra grabbed Leon’s shaft and guided it into Myra’s folds while moaning in pleasurable pain. Leon’s girthy shaft spread Myra’s folds way more than Myra’s boyfriend ever could. In a reverse cowgirl position, Zack grinded Myra’s snatch on Leon’s dick before Zack came in Myra’s body. Zack spun Myra’s body around before planting Myra’s lips onto Leon, liquifying himself and forcing himself into Leon’s athletic body. Seconds later, Zack in Leon’s fit body was pounding Myra doggy style as he slapped her firm bottom and came happily. Leon’s memories told Zack that tonight he had a date with the head cheerleader and it was going to be fun.
After the tg flu changed his body into that of a girl, Mike felt like he didn’t belong anywhere. Even if he still dressed up like a boy the other boys felt uncomfortable around him, knowing that under this clothes is a girl. The girls also weren’t sure if they should treat him as a boy or a girl and it made them a little bit confused whenever Mike entered the girl’s changing room. Mike didn’t know what to do. He was a girl now but he had no idea about how to act like one.
-“It’s not fair mom! Why can she go to that party while I’m not even allowed to go gaming with my friends?”-
-“Because your sister has passed all of her exams, while you have failed half of them, that’s why! Now go to your room before your punishment gets worse!”-
Hank roughly closed the door and sat down on his bed. It’s impossible that Cathy passed all of her exams, she never studies!
“I wish I knew how she is able to pass all of her exams.”
All of a sudden, Hank passed out.
A very erotical feeling wakes him up. He’s not in his bedroom anymore, but in a classroom! “Oh!”
He starts moaning as you feels the big dick of his math teacher being slammed into his pussy. WAIT… PUSSY??
Hank screams. “Mm yes, I like that.” He hears his teacher say.
As he keeps riding him faster and faster he forgets the sorrows and the impossiblility of the situation.
As he reaches his first female orgasm he starts spasming and cumming all over in great pleasure.
“That’s definitely an A on maths.” He hears his teacher say.
Hank doesn’t care anymore, all he wants is to earn another A like this.