“Ugh!” Travis said as he tugged on the breasts attached to his, now her, chest. Finally giving up, he let go, and they flopped and wobbled in their new freedom. “They aren’t fake…” he stammered, in shock with the realization of his new body. “They’re real…really attached…and they’re…mine…my boobs…” He jumped back a bit, sending his new assets shaking once again, a motion he was unfamiliar with. He was going to have to get used to “unfamiliar”.
“Mm,” I moaned, rolling over as I slowly woke up, pulling my hand over my chest as I did. At least, I thought it was my chest, but it felt too soft to be right. My pillow must have shifted during the night.
But wait, that couldn’t be right either: I could still clearly feel my pillow beneath my head. So what was on my chest? I opened my eyes, and got my answer. “What. The fuck?” I said, my eyes wide as I stared at the two huge mounds now resting on my chest. “Why is my chest so soft and flabby? It almost looks like I have tits…” My mouth dropped and I squeezed the weights on my chest. “I have tits?” I whispered, not wanting to believe it. “But I’m a dude! I don’t have tits I have pecs and a-” I didn’t finish my sentence before I launched my covers off my body and looked down between my legs. Nothing.
Well, not nothing, but not what I was expecting either. My dick was gone, and instead I was staring down at a vagina. My vagina. “I’m a-a woman,” I said, breathing heavily as I grasped one of my massive boobs. “And if I am…” I said, my attention turning back to the space between my legs. “I might as well enjoy myself.” I slipped a hand into my slit, and began my first masturbation as a woman…
Long ago, in some far away medieval land, Ser Ferentus the Fierce was a violent knight of the realm, who had conquered much of the land for the King, and enslaved many an enemy soldier or peasant and damned them to a life of slavery and serfdom. The enemy forces were at a loss for what to do. They couldn’t oppose the barbaric knight; for he was like an army by himself. Nor could they compromise with the warrior, for he was a devout loyalist for the king. At a loss for options, they consulted the great sorcerer Derius, to take down this monstrous knight.
Derius spent weeks learning about Ser Ferentus, and discovered that the knight had a fat al weakness: women. The man frequented many whorehouses, spending many hours of the day with the most beautiful of courtesans, and Derius decided that this would be how he destroy Ser Ferentus the Fierce.
Derius disguised himself as a woman, and when Ferentus next visited the whorehouse after a great and savage battle, he instantly fell in love with the transformed Derius. Derius had become everything he ever desired in a woman; a beautiful slutty redhead who could make men erect with a mere glance. Ferentus knew he must have her, and ‘seduced’ the arcane sorcerer that night, wooing Derius until he could have sex with the lustrous maiden.
After they had done the act, Ferentus stood up, and began donning his armour once more, while Derius stood up, smiling, and kissed the knights chest. However, that kiss was not as innocent as iyt seemed. In a mere instant, everything changed. Derius became male, wearing the garb of a military commander, replacing the position that Ferentus had once had. While Ferentus became a nlithe and beautiful maiden, one that would only crave one thing- a man’s big, bulging cock! As Derius drew his head away from her teats, smiling, Ferentus’ mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ shape, utterly shocked, and as if by instinct, covered her breasts.
“What hast thou done to me, knave!” The once masculine knight cried, covering her new breasts, “I be a strumpet!”
“Yes. Thou art a strumpet; the one that thou lust desired!” The sorcerer chuckled, leaving the sobbing warrior to his fate.
Over the next few months, the Resistance took many a stronghold from the King, his knights and forces no longer as effective as before, especially with Derius in command. While the maiden that was once Ser Ferentus the Fierce accepted her new role, growing to love the feelings of womanhood, and the maiden was just as ferious with the men she would have once called the enemy as the warrior would have been on the battlefield…
As the door of his bedroom creaked open the secret was lost. It was no longer a pastime that only he knew about. Now his friends knew and the whole world would soon. It is no longer his secret fetish that had gifted him so much joy but in fact a label that will forever be associated with his name.
You see, Norm never really wanted to be a woman. It wasn’t a childhood dream nor was it the way he wanted to live his life but he was curious. He was definitely curious. He was an obsessive reader of tg captions, comics and fiction. He just found the way the other half of the human race lived so interesting. So, when he was reading a lengthy tg comic depicting the story of a girlfriend who forced her partner to be female and an advertisement pops up about a new computer program he leaped at it.
It took a while to download. The slow internet speeds played a part in that as well as the fact that the download was huge. Eventually however it downloaded.
The program could change Norm’s appearance. Being the curious male he was Norm made himself a female. The first time he freaked out. It was so scary being shorter, having nothing between your legs and so forth so he swiftly reverted back to being Norm.
Norm didn’t try again for a while but he was still curious. He had so many questions. So he became a female again. This time was better. He still felt panicked in the body but he lasted an entire day. The majority of the day was spent groping himself and masturbating. He even sat to pee for the first time as a woman which was quite the educational experience. However, he changed back.
He kept on changing to a female when he got the chance. He even began using the computer program to give him clothing. He also used the program to give him make up and taught himself to become quite the artist. Norm found it quite the thrill to be a woman and whenever he had a chance in the house alone he would become her, the girl he had named Naomi.
Now as Norm in the form of the Naomi spun around to see that his friends had discovered his secret. The shock was unreal. It was so embarrassing. Here he was as a woman with a vagina, make up, long hair, a skirt, breasts and wearing heels. All in front of his closest personal friends.
However, they were very accepting. In fact, sympathetic. They were even tempted to try out the computer program themselves. Norm hopes they give in to temptation and join him in the joy of womanhood.
Oh fuck. That’s me. I have a vagina. Where’s my dick? What happened? What the fuck? I can’t live like this. Where’s my dick?
“Natalie,what happened, why I’m you?” Michael did not know what had just happened, why he is sitting naked on the couch in heels, and the most important why he is Natalie.
I would do anything for my sister. I had believed that my whole life and as it turns out its true. When my sister got the opportunity to study in Antarctica I was thrilled for her but she was worried. She told me she didn’t think her husband Mike could go that long without sex since she would be gone for three years. I told her Mike would just get used to his hand but she had a different idea. She begged me to take gender change pills and be Mike’s live in housekeeper/sex outlet. I tried to refuse but my sister begged and once the tears started flowing I reluctantly agreed.
In college I lived in an apartment building with these guys who were always playing pranks on each other. Sometimes, as their neighbor, I would get caught in the crossfire. I once opened the door to the stairwell and a bucket of water tipped and fell on my head. One day everything changed. It’s like they moved out overnight and 3 hot bimbos moved in. The pranks came to a stop but now I had to put up with hearing moaning all the time. It’s almost harder than putting up with the pranks because I was horny all the time. I’m not gonna lie, I fucked all 3.
My company just hired David a few months ago straight out of college. He and I sit next to each other and have quickly become friends. I always enjoyed the stories he told me of his neighbors in college that played pranks on each other. One day David stopped coming into work and it’s now been 2 weeks since we last saw him. I keep getting these confusing texts from him too.
I was obsessed with Coralia. She was elegant and beautiful and vanished every day after classes. When my witchy little sister suggested magic to help me find out about her, I figured that it couldn’t hurt.