Modelling for love (Request by @tgkid123)

Tristan would never have imagined that this would happen when he agreed to help his crush Jillian with a photography sesion. As she proposed that, he happily accepted, just wanting to spend some time with her. They drove into a tranquil, far cove and she started to prepare their cameras and such things.
“Well Tristan, I just want you to put this on and pose, standing on the beach. It will be easy, just act natural, OK?”-She said.
He just took the bag and went to change behind some trees. In the bag there was just a small, pink bikini.
“Emm… Jill, I think you made a mistake, there is a bikini here!”-Shouted from behind the trees.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I just want to make some work with boys dressed as girls. I’ll pixel your face before publishing the photos if you want.”
He agreed and put the bikini on. Suddenly his body started to change. He grew a nice pair of breasts and in few minutes his body was the one of a very attractive woman. If he had a mirror, he would have seen an exact copy of Kate Upton.
He ran to Jillian, terrified. “What have you done to me?”-He said in a sweet feminine voice
“Oh, sorry for not telling you about, Kate. I’ve enchanted this bikini to make you look like a supermodel. If you tell me at the end of the sesion, I’ll reverse the spell, I promise”
Tristan, or Kate, began to model. It was so easy, she felt that she had done it a thousand times before. She loved every second of the sesion, that lasted for hours. At the end, she was so excited and happy, and knew she was going to be a woman for the rest of her life

Arranged marriage

BY admin

“C’mon Anna, smile a little more, today is your wedding, it should be the happiest day of your life”-My mother said as she brushed my hair, and I was thinking about how I came into this crazy situation.
This is year 2050, and I really don’t know why, arranged marriages became legal and quite popular in western countries about 25 years ago, in fact homosexual arranged marriages are as common as heterosexual ones, cause most parents that arrange a wedding really don’t care about the preference of their children.
The sad story of my life is that my family agreed on marry me with the son (or daughter) of a really rich businessman before we both were born. After few months we were born: Two males, but our families didn’t care.
Andrew (my future husband) and I were at first friends despite we lived in different cities, two happy children that didn’t care about their parents’ complots. This changed as we reached puberty, then I began to hate the idea of being married just because my parents wanted to, and I hated more to marry a man, because we were both heterosexual. Andrew didn’t care too much about marrying me, but he said his father that he preferred if I was a woman, so he bribed my parents make me pass through a sex change, and they accepted.
As I was under-age I had no right to refuse, so my only choice was trying to run away, but I was caught. Then began my living hell: My parents treated me since then as Anna, their “little princess”, they forced me to take pills and hire a “teacher” to teach me (or better said, force me) to act as a delicate girl. As I was 20, I went under a sex change and I had a fully functional vagina, that could even give birth (I’m pretty sure that my parents loved that part).
And now I’m here, three years later, in the day of my wedding, sad of being just a puppet, while I’m walking to the altar to become Andrew’s loving wife for the rest of my life.