I had heard about this game because of him- I don’t even know his name- I only knew him as CaptionMan from OTGC…. It was called Hold the Moan. He had messaged me to let me know that it was a real game, and was curious if I wanted to play. I liked the idea of a challenge, and a temporary chance to embrace my feminine side and make a sex slave out of him in the process.
Where am I now? In another woman apparently. This has been happening for weeks now.
It all began a month ago when my father Malcolm retired from the police force due to him having post traumatic stress disorder. The crime wave caused a riot to break out and an all out war between criminals and cops waged throughout the streets thus killing many officers and wounded several other including my father. On many nights I often hear him having night terrors and other nights he just doesn’t sleep at all and I worried about him greatly: I worried that he would commit suicide or something so I went online to find something that could maybe help him sleep or at least put him at ease…and I did.
I can’t believe this genie! He promised me unlimited wishes as long as my first wish was to agree to his conditions. I shouldn’t have done that. He must’ve been horny after all that time in the lamp becaus here are his conditions.
1. I’d never get rid of him
2. I’d immediately re-release him after my 3rd wish
3. I’d be a girl while he was out of his lamp
4. I’d have sex with him before any wish
5. I’d make a wish a day at least
I’m going to try to stop this genie from having too much fun with my body.
For my first real wish, I won’t feel any pleasure from his body. Hopefully that’ll ruin some of the joy for him.
Many explorers have come looking for The Fountain of Youth, and in fact, many have found it. The reason why nobody has heard of it is because nobody knew how to activate it. Their first mistake was translating the name wrong. A more accurate translation would be “The Spring of Youth and Fertility.” To activate the magic, one would have to older and never have been fertile. On top of this, one needs permission from a guardian like myself. The spring is currently enclosed in my families private property and nobody comes looking for it anymore, so I just behave like any other human being. I even started college last fall. I’ve made lots of friends, both young and old here, but my closest is Chris, who just so happens to be a decade and a half earlier. I’ve learned deep, personal secrets about him. For example, he lost his testicles in an accident before he hit puberty. He’s always had regrets in life because of this, including never marrying or obviously, having kids of his own. I decided to be a good friend and invite him over to go boating for Spring Break. When we got on the boat and drove out a bit, I told him I’d make his wish come true. Then I immediately pushed him in. I turned my boat around and docked while I waited to see what would happen. Surprisingly, I don’t see a younger Chris appear, but a bombshell of a babe jump out the water completely naked. It’s Chris! He (She?) has absolutely no clue what happened. We come inside to dry off and I leave her alone to go collect herself and her thoughts while I go get some clothes for her (and some condoms just in case). I come back to find her masturbating and she invites me into bed with her. Let’s just say events transpired… And the condoms were a good call.
Ted could wish for anything but only one, “I wish to be able to have sex with a teacher in the Teacher’s Lounge.”
“I have to concentrate; I can’t let her know I’m bored. She keeps rubbing herself on me like crazy and moaning while I just glue my face to hers wanting that she just reach her climax. She became so lesbian. I just wish I still had my original equipment, damn, I wish that at least I could enjoy this like the lesbian I’m pretending to be. But it’s getting harder and harder to maintain this farce. I’m dreaming about men almost every night now. Worse than that, the protagonists of my dreams are boys, boys that barely left high school. When I’m outside, I frequently catch myself staring at them, and I know they check me out too, and I like it, I like it a lot. I’m not sure if I’m still doing a good job hiding it from her. I guess it’s just a matter of time, but I don’t know how to tell her that her husband is now a very heterosexual girl, I’m not ready to admit that I’m into guys now. I’m already wearing panties daily for some time; I’m already letting her do some makeup on me. I’m enduring all this, but no, this one I’m not ready for. I can’t stand one more shame. Even more, a big one like this that can even tear us apart, no I have to be strong for us. Damn you Great Shift that put me in this body.”
Michael had a crush on Amber for a long time, and always watched her body move when she walked through the halls. He fantasized daily about what it would be like to have sex with her, to watch her tits bounce as he thrusts in an out of her, and to hear her moaning.
Shawna said she liked bald men, and took one home with her from the bar. Little did she know, that particular man liked having hair, and would do something about getting it back.
I was bored one night at my apartment hanging out with my roommate, his girlfriend, and her roommate. My roommate had to head to work for the night and left me with just the two girls. I had nothing better to do, so we jokingly decided on a game of truth or dare.