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How It Works

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Ok, so this is how it all works. I thought to myself as I observed urine cascade from my clean shaven vagina. It’s no where near as bad as I thought it would be. Peeing really isn’t that bad as a girl.
The great shift dramatically changed the world. I ended up in the body of Anna who is 19. As a result of the great shift many changed genders. For some victims it was a fantasy realised, for others it was the worst nightmare. I fit into neither of the categories. I’d never wanted to be female, I wanted to male, the thought of possibly being a female disgusted me. However, I would of course as a result of the great shift become female. I accepted my change knowing there was nothing I could possibly do about it. I’m a female and will quite possibly always be.
I’ve been learning quickly. I was worried about a few things such as wearing dresses and make up. However, I found wearing dresses and skirts incredibly easy and came to enjoy it. Make up on the other hand is tricky, however, I don’t mind wearing it. My largest concern of all though was peeing. The thought of squatting seemed disgusting. However now I can see that it really isn’t that bad, I think being a girl will be just fine,

Squatting

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Andy couldn’t believe it. He had become Andrea due to a foolish dare. He never anticipated he, she, would be be squatting on the side of the road desperately urinating. Andrea was unsure of what to do. It wasn’t something Andy had experience in. She slipped her jeans down and gently squatted. Then the oozing warm liquid fired out her pussy like a cannon. She was intrigued by this flow and never had urine been so interesting. Wow, being a girl is definitely different thought Andrea.

Under Mommy’s Skirt

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“Gah, Chelsea, what are you doing?!” I shouted as I walked into my room to find my girlfriend lying on our bed, dildo deep in her pussy. She smiled at me before slowly removing it, and putting a skirt on. “Sorry, but you were gone and I needed some…company.”
I shook my head, and said, “Well you shoulda waited. You knew I wouldn’t be gone long.” I looked at my girlfriend, and now that she was standing in front of me something seemed…different. Her face had a few more wrinkles, and her breasts seemed to be sitting lower than usual. As I looked over her, she had been going on about how she knew, but didn’t want to wait. I cut her off, saying, “Something’s…different about you. Have you looked in a mirror lately?” She looked at me confused before turning to the mirror in her room. “Oh my gosh!” she screamed. “I look like a fucking milf! What’s happening?”
“I don’t know!” I replied looking up at the back of her head. Wait, looking up? But I’m almost seven inches taller than her? “Chelsea, when did you get so tall?” She turned around, and stifled a laugh. “Uh, try again: when did you get so small? And just look at your widdle face! I just wanna pinch those cute cheeks!” She bent over, and I got an admittedly good view of her cleavage, but that distraction was only temporary, as she pinched at my cheeks, just as she had said. I shooed her away, and she seemed hurt. “What, does my little boy not love his momma any more? Has he gotten too old?” She pouted at me, but I just looked back confused. Momma? Why would she call herself that?
“I’m not your little boy: I’m your boyfriend! Stop acting so weird!” I shouted at her, watching as her face got further and further from my own.
“I’m not the one acting weird, sweetie, that’s you!” she said sweetly. I groaned.
“Oh come on, just because I’ve gotten a bit smaller doesn’t mean we can’t have fun! Remember, you wanted company?” I ran over to her, and lifted her skirt, ready to pleasure her in the way only I knew how when-
SLAP! My hand was batted away from her skirt. “No!” she scolded me. “That’s Mommy’s private area!”
“But-but…” I whimpered. “Where’s Mommy’s peepee?” Tears started to form in my eyes. I didn’t mean to upset Mommy.
“Oh, oh come here,” she said, bending down and pulling me into a big hug. “I get it, you were just curious.” She put her arm around me. “Well, it’s a bit complicated, but mommies don’t have peepees like you and Daddy, they have hoohoos, and they’re a no-no place for little boys like you!”
“Oh, okay. Sorry Mommy,” I said.
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again,” she said sternly. I nodded, and said I wouldn’t before she hugged me again.
“That’s my good boy.”

A Mind of Their Own – Pregnant

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“How am I?” Tori’s body shouted at Bobbi and Brit (the name Carol’s boobs had decided to go by). “I’m fucking pregnant! It’s not like it’s a walk in the park being this big!”
“Virginia, calm down,” Tori’s vagina had decided to go by the name Virginia. “You wanted to be pregnant, remember? And it’s not like you’re alone: I got knocked up too.” Bobbi lifted her shirt, revealing her large belly and massively swollen tits.
“I know, and at least I get to push this baby out of Tori in a few months. It’ll be rough on me, but I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like for her,” she slapped her pussy, just to make her point. “Speaking of our former owners, Bobbi, I bet your girls are just loving this.” She walked over, and suckled on one of Bobbi’s tits.
“Shut up!” Bobbi shouted. “You’re mine now, and I’ll let her do whatever she wants to you.”
Virginia dropped the tit, letting it slap against Bobbi’s belly. “Brit, what about you? Look at that belly of yours: it could do with some filling up.”
“No!” she shouted. “We-we don’t want to get full. Then she’ll have to milk us…”
Bobbi sighed. “Brit, only half of your mind is your boobs, so you’d be milking yourself!” Only one of Carol’s tits made the transfer with her mind, so now Carol was her right tit, and Brit was her left. Unfortunately for both, their mind was equally split.
Virginia reached out, and pinched one of Brit’s nipples. She let out a very personal yelp.
“Fine, we’ll let you be for now, but you’ll come around to the idea eventually.”

Fields of Femininity

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When Jason and his class went on a school excursion to the fields of femininity they were unsure of how it would go. However, once they got there they loved it.
The fields of femininity require everyone to be female in that area. So for Jason and his mates as they entered they became female. Jason was pleased with his new body as was everyone else and their new bodies. He loved the feeling of the space between his legs that resulted in being more comfortable and he and all the others agreed that having boobs is sensational. They were all a little sad to leave the fields of femininity. They were worried that they may never see this beautiful bodies again. However little did they know that if on exit from fields of femininity if they are satisfied with being a girl they shall remain a girl.
Jason was over the moon when he was confirmed as a she. Once they passed the gate Jason who now likes to be called Jessica, proceeded to show everyone her vagina.
She shouted, “look at me I still have a pussy, I am a girl forever!” Jessica had never been this happy as Jason.

A Mind of Their Own Friends

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“Wow! I can’t believe you managed to give us out tits back!” Tori, or maybe Carol, said to Bobbi. “I thought they’d be gone for-hey, who said that?”
“M-my breasts just talked!” it was already too late for them. We knew Bobbi would be smirking right now, reveling in what she had done. Soon, Tori and Carol would be just like us: two fat globes on our mistress’s chest.
“That’s right,” Bobbi said finally. “Your tits are alive: they have minds of their own now, just like mine.”
“Bobbi, what are you talking about?” Carol said.
“Just wait and see. I had the witch give you both a particularly potent dose.”
“Hey, hands off!” one of the girls shouted. She must have grabbed her breasts. Bobbi wasn’t kidding, it was much more potent for them.
“No, no…” the other girl mumbled. “I feel so…loose… so…fat. So-uhhh…” I can only assume she reached up to her chest, the first pleasure overtaking her speech. “So free…” her voice continued, though with a different tone. “Finally, we’re free… Now… now SHE’S the tits!”
“Aaaaahhhhh…” Tori finally said after so much silence, obviously deep in pleasure. “Mmm… I-I’m in control now… now I can shove my fingers inside HER,” Tori chuckled.
“What’s she talking about?” we asked Bobbi, who voiced our question.
“You two were just their tits,” Tori replied. “Do you know how hard is is being a fucking vagina?!” The spell must have gone somewhere else for her…
“But now Tori is going to learn how hard it is. Maybe I’ll get her waxed this week, see how she likes it? Or maybe…yes…”
“What?” Bobbi asked.
“I’m going to go get fucked. Who knows, maybe in a few months something will be coming out of her…” Tori’s body ran away, and I knew Bobbi ran after her, because I felt myself flopping everywhere. “Wait for us!” Carol’s tits shouted with her mouth. This wasn’t going to be good for us, Tori, or Carol…

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