“Auu… despacio Armand, soy nueva en esto”
Mi compañero y yo jamás esperamos que existiera en esta isla, una rara enfermedad que convierte en mujer a los que miden más de 2 metros.
El calor, el olor, la comida, el alcohol, me armaron de valor para dejar que el experimente al meterme su miembro en mi nueva forma.
“Espero que no me embaraces, aunque sería lindo que se parezca a tí”(yo dije eso!)
Nothing reminds of you of your new sex in life better than staring at your dick-less flat crotch covered by a feminine sanitary pad. It hugs your new feminine plumbing like a bandage reminding you every second that you no longer possess your manhood and that you’re forever a member of the opposite sex. Every step you take, you can feel it gently between your feminine thighs reminding you of your new status.
Walking through a industrial warehouse area after my minimum wage job staking sacks on cargo pallets, I saw a note on a door: “Test subjects wanted, $100 each” I was curious so I knocked on the door and asked about the sign.
“We have created a cure for all aging and disease” The grey haired man in a lab coat said.
“Really how does it work, and how come you still have grey hair” I said.
“It is a new kind of plastic that reflects and amplifies spiritual energy, simply put on the suit and you will be cocooned in your own psychic energy so your body will be transformed to reflect your inner soul. You will be the first human to try it!”
“Why haven’t you tried it already?” I asked
“Well obviously as a scientist I have to observe, don’t worry it worked on all the animals.”
“And all the animals are fine?”
“Well some of them suffocated when we shrink wrapped them but that is fixed now, our new suit has a head hole and everything.”
I thought he seemed crazy but I was still curious, so I walked in.
“That is the suit over there” another grey haired man said, pointing at a rack of plastic overalls. I lifted up a baggy sleeve it just looked like ordinary plastic to me.
“So all I have to do is put this on and you give me $100?”
“Yes, just strip off first so we can take some before photos”
These were obviously crazy quacks but as $100 would not hurt, so I agreed.
“Ah yes, a bald spot and some scars, those are all treatable.” They said as they took the photos of me. I put on the plastic overall and black rubber “insulation boots & gloves” as instructed, they zipped up the back of the overall, and as I expected nothing happened.
“Now sit on the the waiting chair for 10 minutes.” I was told
But while walking to the chair I suddenly slipped and landed on my chest painfully winding me. Just as I was about to push myself up I saw the gloves and sleeves on my arms seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, so tight it looked like my arms were getting smaller. My bruised rib cage then got some relief as pair of small pillows seemed to be expending underneath them which I suddenly realized seemed to be part of me. I looked across to a mirror and watched my brown hair grow long and blond my face get all small and pretty. My butt and hips swelled while my feet and shins shrunk. “The boots are rather plain I thought.” and the boots suddenly morphed into a pair of platform heels. I imagined my hair being braided and it suddenly twisted itself into a braid. I wondered what my new face would look like with make up and it sullenly seeped out of my skin. I lifted my feet to get a better angle in the mirror and they came right over and landed next to my head. “WOW I am flexible!” I shouted with my new little high pitched voice. I could feel the plastic suit pressing against my new flat crotch making it wet. “Fascinating” said a scientist, it was only now my attention was drawn to the two scientists who had been recording me with cameras the whole time.
“Tell me have you ever fantasized about being a woman” he asked.
“I.. errr.”
“I will take your blushing as a yes”
I said nothing to contradict him.
I don’t regret giving up my twenties, and a bit more, for a life of luxury. I would have thought that Greg would have wanted a woman my previous age, but he wanted more than just a pretty young trophy. He confided in me that he was looking for a beautiful woman around his own age. Someone who knew the lay of the land and who he could really share his life with.
My parents were away for the weekend, and the only thing they had asked me to do before they left was fold the laundry when it was done. So when the dryer stopped I went downstairs to open it up, and found…
Mom’s underwear! “Great,” I thought. “Just what I wanted to do, fold Mom’s underwear…” I grumbled as I started folding the clothes. After the fifth or sixth pair I started to realize how soft they were. Much softer than my boxers, and I’m sure they were much more comfortable. I got to a noticeably modest looking pair and shrugged, why not? I took off my pants and slipped off my boxers before sliding the panties up onto my body.
I was right! They were so much softer than my own underwear! They were clearly too big for me, but the elastic still held them around my body well enough. I put my pants back on, and continued folding.
I left the panties on throughout the rest of the day, as they were much more comfortable. When it came time to go to bed, I still kept them on, but put on the rest of my own pajamas, and laid down in my bed to go to sleep.
“I’ll be your treat, if you trick yourself to me,” I said to a girl at a party. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said it that way, but I was very drunk, and it was a wild Halloween part.
“Okay,” the girl said. “I warn you though, you may not like the trick.” She grabbed me by the hand, and led me to a bedroom, pushing me down on the bed.
Something seemed to fog up for a moment, and then I woke up. I tried to move, but I found myself tied in place. I looked down, and all around me to see pumpkins seeming to watch me, with lewd expressions carved into their faces. Looking down I noticed that I now had a female body, especially right where it counts. I had somehow become impaled on the wide stem of a pumpkin. It felt so good I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
I looked forward and gasped.
My former body stood in front of me.
“My trick is to turn you into my body,” (s)he said. “My treat is that you’re about to give yourself to me…”
“Oh No…” Nick says while trying to adjust the dress he now wearing.
I could not believe that John forced me to run around almost naked with huge tits.
Inside I was very angry, but always when he was near me my Jeannie self took control and whom I was in control I could not even leave my anger out on his things because otherwise my Jeannie self also took control. So I tried to use his wishes against him but so far I have not succeeded.
Ich konnte es nicht glauben, dass John mich dazu zwang fast nackt mit riesigen Titten rumzulaufen.
Innerlich war ich sehr wütend, aber immer wen er in meiner Nähe war über nahm mein Jeannie ich und wen ich in Kontrolle war konnte ich meine Wut nicht mal an seinen Sachen auslassen, weil sonst mein Jeannie ich ebenfalls die Kontrolle übernahm. Deshalb versuchte ich seine Wünsche gegen ihn zu richten aber bis jetzt ist mir das leider nicht gelungen.
I guess I didn’t quite understand what the game was when I agreed to play it. Jocelyn had said it was a chance for me to win some big money. So I said OK I was in. Information was texted to my phone. First download the Game app and design your avatar. I created the woman of my dreams, someone I wouldn’t mind looking at everyday. I knew that I would control the avatar, but it never occurred to me that I would become the avatar.
But that’s what happened some time during the night while I was asleep. Cause the next morning I woke up in a whole new room and a whole new body. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Actually I did both.
Then I started – well, I don’t want to be crude, so let’s say I got to know my new body. I mean, I really got to know it. Oh my god. I didn’t want to leave my room – ever.