High school had been a living hell for James. Growing up in a Midwest, rural town was no place for a timidly gay teenager like himself. To make matters worse, in his senior year his big secret crush on the studly varsity quarterback, Michael, was let known to the whole school. Michael made his life especially miserable, having to protect his own reputation by vehemently mocking James every time he saw him.
“Dude, could you go faster! I think my boobs are groooowwwwaahhh!” my best friend shouted from my passenger seat. He had been effected by the Gender Virus, and had been changing into a woman for the past few hours. Finally he made me drive him to the hospital to hope they had some sort of cure or antidote. We read online that up to a certain point it can be reversed. What that certain point was, the website didn’t say.
“I have tits?!” he screamed and I tossed a quick glance. My eyes widened before turning quickly back to the road. More yelling came from beside me, but I didn’t have to wonder long what it was about this time.
“MY DICK’S GONE!!!” my best friend shrieked. “PULL OVER!” I did as I was told, and as soon as I had stopped the car the woman in my passenger seat stumbled out, boobs jiggling.
“I’m a woman now!” she said hoarsely. I nodded, suddenly noticing I was now calling my best friend “she”. “I think we found the point of no return.”
“Really? You’re a genie?” I said to the woman who had stopped me on the sidewalk.
“Yes, well, a certain kind,” she said. “I don’t really grant wishes, but I do give gifts. I can grant you the gift of your dream body, if you only ask me for it.”
I raised an eyebrow at her, but decided to humor her, “Alright, fine: give me my dream body.” The woman snapped her fingers, and said, “There. Now run home: you’ll want to be in private for this.” Then she ran back down the alley she had come from. I tried to chase after her, but when I rounded the corner she was gone.
I shrugged it off, but something in the back of my mind made me want to listen to what she said. So I went straight home, and quickly.
As soon as I closed my front door behind me I started to notice changes. For some reason it started in my clothes. My shirt got much shorter and turned a dark blue color, the neckline forming a big u-neck. The fabric also felt softer. Next my pants got this weird white bubble pattern before fusing together. Suddenly I was wearing a skirt.
“What’s the deal with-” i started to say, but my voice sounded unfamiliar. “Has my voice always been this high?” I wondered aloud, listening closely. Aimlessly I scratched at my chest as I said random words, trying to figure out what was going on with my voice. My attention quickly changed to my chest though, as I felt much more squish than I was used to.
“What?!” I shouted in my higher voice, staring at the mounds growing beneath my shirt. “T-t-tits?! Why do I have ti-AH!” A sharp pain came to my groin and my hands shot down. But they weren’t met with the mass of my usual package, instead I felt…
Nothing. There was nothing between my legs now. I lifted the skirt and tried to see over my still growing breasts, but it was difficult. “I have to get a better look at this,” I said before going to the laundry room to look into the mirror. I didn’t even notice the swaying of my hips as I walked.
When I got there it was a bit of a shock. “I’m a woman!” I said. “A real woman! With tits and-” I lifted my skirt. “A vagina and I’m wearing a skirt and my voice is high and my face is…kinda cute.” I smirked, looking at my new face. Suddenly I wondered what else my skirt was hiding. I spun around giddily and lifted it. “Holy shit! That’s gotta be the biggest ass I’ve ever seen!” It was huge and sexy, and somehow made me even happier. I smiled at myself in the mirror, looking over my shoulder as I gave my booty a playful slap.
“I guess that genie really did give me my dream body, even if I didn’t know it.”
“Phillip!” A shrill voice sounded, breaking Phillip from his daydream. He hated Mrs Greysons class. She was a stuck up bitch and always called him out for doing even the tiniest thing wrong. He also hated having to sit the class with some of the prettiest but bitchiest girls in the school. They giggled and gossiped away while Mrs Greyson let them get off free as she shouted at the boys in the class. “Sorry Mrs Greyson” He apologised to the sound of giggling from the girls and jeering from the guys, happy that it wasn’t them in her sights for this class. “Phillip, if you can’t keep your pathetic mind focused then you can sit outside, you horrid boy” She scolded turning around to resume scrawling on the board. Chelsea, one of the pretty blonde girls beside him, leaned over, smiling and whispered “Yeah, you Horrid boy! we’re trying to learn!” “Oh fuck off, Chelsea, you bitch. You have it easy because youre a girl!” Phillip whispered back angrily, shocking Chelsea that anyone would dare talk back to her. Her expression turned to anger as she reached into her handbag, pulling out and small notebook and hastily scrawling away. Phillip, content that he had shut her up, went back to looking at the board, hoping Mrs Greyson wouldn’t embarrass him in front of the whole class again.
Mein Name ist Dominik, bzw solltet ihr mich Kim nennen. Ich hätte aufpassen sollen, was ich mir von diesem Genie wünsche.
Ich hatte seit langen den Wunsch, Kim Kardashian zu sein. Nun dieser Wunsch ist nach hinten losgegangen.
Der Genie hat mich nicht in die richtige Kim verwandelt, sondern in eine Wachsfigur.
Seitdem stehe ich in einem Wachsfigurenkabinett und werde täglich von hunderten Menschen begafft und fotografiert.
Einige Männer packen sogar heimlich meinen Po an. Inzwischen habe ich mich dran gewöhnt…
Nur nachts, wenn mich keiner sieht, verwandele ich mich in eine richtige Frau. Es ist schon irgentwie geil in diesem Körper zu stecken.
Sobald der Tag anbricht, wird meine Haut wieder zu Wachs.
Neulich hatte ich aber das Glück, die echte Kim kennen zu lernern. Bei einem Besuch des Wachsfigurenkabinett ließ sie sich mit mir fotografieren.
Es war der schönste Tag, seitdem ich in eine Wachsfigur verwandelt wurde…
Having superpowers was generally pretty great, but sometimes things could get weird.
I was sitting in my chair looking out the window and started to daydream…I was daydreaming about being a woman… a nice young attractive woman with brunette hair …long gorgeous legs, slender arms with manicured nails…a calm settled over me…. my hair started growing longer and turning brown…in my daydream ,my stomach flattened and waist constricted….I was starting to breathe faster and heavier…I could feel a lightness in my body….I was calm yet excited….as my breath got faster, my chest started changing…developing first small breasts but changing…getting larger and my nipples were getting sensitive…almost as I could feel the breeze blowing….I then reached down with my right hand to feel my sex….anticipation…I am almost afraid of what I may find….Mmmmm….
I just couldn’t please myself enough so I had to find a man ! This hunger is driving me crazy!!! I went into a bar and started talking to a handsome fellow (did I say that?) and noticed he had a very large bulge in his pants. He will do!!! So , I dragged him to my place and we stripped down and went to town!!! Oh,PLEASE ,PLEASE fuck me! Fuck ME HARD!!!!!
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.
Dominik war vor ein paar Wochen fremd gegangen. Seine Freundin wusste nichts davon und für Dominik hatte es auch keine Bedeutung gehabt. Es war einfach nur Sex und er war außerdem total besoffen. Nur wusste er nicht, dass er mit einem Werewoman Sex hatte und sich somit mit dem Fluch infiziert hatte.