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Fight for survival

Joining the fighting tournament seemed like a good idea at the time. Three million dollar winner takes all prize pool and the promise of a harem full of beautiful women sounded too good to pass up. Little did we know that the harem would be made up of the losers. Well not all of them. I lost my first bout, which found me in the sexy female body I had now. i’m still sure that my opponent cheated, but that didn’t matter now. The tournament wasn’t over yet. Losing my first fight didn’t end the tournament for me. Instead I was put in the loser’s bracket, where’d I’d fight one of the other losers. The winner would get to go home. Granted I’d still have this new body, but the tournament organizers would at least provide us with a new identity. The loser on the other hand would have their mind altered to become the perfect bimbo sex slave for the winner’s harem, devoted and completely in love with the winner. Read more

On the board

The existing board members already weren’t happy with having three new, young member on their board. So when the government propose a mandate be set in place requiring all corporations to have women on the their board of directors, they were outraged. They were old fashioned men with old fashioned values. To them, a woman had no place in the board room. Perhaps to hand deliver some coffee or bring a report, but no place on the board itself.
Luke, Hector, and Kel had worked hard to get to where they were and knew they were deserving of their positions. As such, when the proposal for the mandate came down, they were audacious enough to speak in favor of the mandate, and when they met resistance, they only pushed harder. It was sad to them that people still judged others by things like gender or race, and it was even more so knowing that their aged colleagues were among those people. Despite several warnings to drop the issue, the three continued to argue the point. Things got heated as neither side would back down. At the end of the day, it seemed they were at an impasse, at least that’s what the three young board members thought.
The next day, the three young board members board members met in the parking lot to chat before work as they often did. Today was a special day as today was the day that an article in the newpaper had been published about them. In it, they were praised for their achievements as well as credited with making a huge step for businesswomen all over the country. The company was also lauded for their progressive outlook in having almost half of their board of directors be women.
The three girls giggled as they read, excited to be featured in their first of undoubtedly many articles, but they knew it was all lies. They may have been on the board of directors with official titles, but a more accurate job title would have been “Board of Directors’ personal tuck toys”. Just like it sounded, their job was to look pretty and pleasure the other board members in whatever way they desired, which was perfect for the three women. They loved dolling themselves up, and there was something sexy about older men. That and the pay was pretty damned good too. The only thing they had to worry about was sounding like they knew what they were talking about, which wouldn’t be too hard seeing how they technically were experts in their fields.
Inside those pretty little heads Luke, Hector, and Kel were screaming. They had no control over their bodies. All they knew was that the other board members were somehow behind this. They wanted nothing more than to run, but Lucy, Helena, and Kelli turned and headed up the stairs into the building, excited to start their tasks for the day.

Hypocrites

My best friend Adam and I always despised our granddaughters for their wreckless hedonism. We felt they knew nothing of the real world and took the comfortable lifestyle provided by our hard work for granted, yet here we were, less than a month after swapping bodies with them, in a cheap motel, letting a couple of guys film us having sex with them for a handful of cash after a night of free drinks. Looking back I don’t know what we expected to do once we swapped bodies, but we found the lifestyle they led to be just so exciting and fun. That along with how lax their parents (our kids) were with rules, we found we could get away with just about anything. If we wanted anything, one quick pout to our dads, and bam we got it. In the end I suppose we are hypocrites, but I’m so glad we decided to take these lives for ourselves.

A useful skill

Life was going pretty good. I had a good job and a smoking hott girlfriend. Sometimes I couldn’t believe my luck especially when it came to her. She was way out of my league, but she seemed love waiting on me hand and foot, always cooking for me and even doing whatever kind of kinky sex I wanted. We had barely started dating when I found myself moving into her place. It was about six months into our relationship when I started noticing changes in my body. I lost a ton of weight and what fat I did have seemed to be in all the wrong areas. I brought it up to my girlfriend, but she just comforted me and assured me that it was just my imagination, always making sure to rock my world for good measure. It was only a month after that I started to get really worried. My chest was getting really tender and puffy, and swore my dick was getting smaller. I tried to express my concern to my girlfriend, but once again she tried to downplay it. Something was going on, and as much as I hated to admit it, my girlfriend was in on it. I started snooping around and found a bottle of female hormones and male hormone blockers in her medicine cabinet. When I confronted her, her entire personality changed. Gone was the sweet girl, who was enamored with me. Now a fierce, dominating woman stood before me. She offered little explaination, but told me I had better go along with things if I didn’t want anything bad to happen to my dad. I knew my dad tended to do business with some pretty shady people, so the threat was real enough for me. I wanted to talk to him, but something told me that would just get us both into trouble. I went along with everything, from the hormones, to the wardrobe change, and even the facial feminization surgery. Before long I was sporting a sizeable rack, even my girlfriend, or I guess ex girlfriend at this point, was surprised but pleased at their size.
One day she came into my room, handed me a huge pink dildo, and made a deal. If I could deep throat the entire dildo, my father’s debt would be forgiven, and I would be able to move out. I practiced on that thing night and day. It was torture learning to control my gag reflex, but this one task was all that stood between me and freedom. It took weeks but I was finally ready. I called my ex in and showed her. She simply smiled, got up, and left. I was so confused, but I would have all the answers soon enough.
About an hour later, my girlfriend came back, followed by a group of some pretty rough looking bikers. It turned out these were the guy my dad owed money to, and he offered me as payment for his debt. My ex was the daughter of the gang leader, who just so happened to have a thing for ladyboys, and tasked her with my transformation. To her credit, she didn’t lie, and I would be moving out. After everything was explained, the gang leader decided seal the deal by “breaking in” my mouth. He undid his pants as he approached me, and it quickly made sense why my ex gave me that task. If I was going to be this man’s whore, this was going to be a very useful skill to have.

Car guy to car girl

I had always been a car guy. As such, I had the bad habit of putting my love of cars before anything else. Just ask any of my ex-girlfriends. I was on my way to a job interview when I saw her. My dream car. It seemed impossible for a car like this to be sitting in a small, crappy used car lot, but there she was. I immediately turned off to get a closer look. It was almost uncanny. I had spent years thinking of my perfect car, even to the point of making a notebook outlining all the specs. Now, there were of course many perfect cars, depending what you wanted to use it for, but there was always one that was my favorite, and it was somehow sitting in this lot. I was so entranced looking at her that I didn’t even notice the salesman come up behind me.
“She’s a beauty ain’t she?”
I turned to see a middle aged man that looked like the quintessential salesman from the haircut right down to the cheesy smile. I would have laughed, but I was too interested in the car.
“She is. Think I could look under the hood?” I asked trying give away my desire.
The story was the same under the hood as the rest of the car. Every single detail seemed to be taken right out of my notebook. I had to keep reassuring myself that I wasn’t dreaming.
“Well, whadya think?” The salesman asked.
“I think she’s amazing.”
“She could be yours, if you’re willin’ to pay the price.” He said with his cheesy smile.
I laughed. There was no way I could afford this car. That’s why it was a “dream car”, never something to be actually attained, “Yeah right. This would cost me an arm and a leg!”
“Well, maybe not an arm and a leg. After all, I’m not a savage.” The salesman smiled, and proceeded to tell me his offer.
As it turned out, the salesman was some kind of wizard. Most of what he told me went right over my head, but what I did understand was that male essence was very valuable, and apparently the kind of essence I possessed was extremely rare. There was also a bunch of stuff about extracting male essence triggering some kind of reaction. However, at this point I was way too lost to follow, and the salesman noticed.
For the first time his smile cracked to show a bit of annoyance, “In short, you’re body is gonna start making female essence, and alot of it.”
“Meaning…” I said, still not quite following but starting to get an idea.
The salesman sighed, “Meaning you’re gonna turn female, like really female.”
I was processing the information while I stared at my dream car, and in the heat of the moment, I agreed. The salesman didn’t waste any time after getting my signature. He pulled out something that looked like the genie’s lamp from Aladdin and started chanting. A red mist started seeping through my skin and funnelling into the lamp. After the last of the mist was sucked out of me, my legs grew weak. The last thing I remember before passing out was the feeling of hands catching me before I hit the ground.
I woke up in a daze, not knowing exactly where I was. As I took in my surroundings, I remembered the deal I made. I quickly looked down to see that the deal was in fact real. Two mounds that could only be my new breasts protruded from my chest. I tried to stand and found that everything felt so different. The salesman came in shortly, wearing his cheesy smile, and congratulated me on my purchase. He ushered me out to my new car and handed me the keys.
During the walk, it started to dawn on me just what I had done, and regret was started to set in. I took the keys and went to unlock the door, not knowing what else to do when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. A beautiful brunette stared back at me. If i was going to be a girl for the rest of my life, at least I was a total babe. I got in and turned the key in the ignition. The deep purring of the engine comforted me and seemed to wash all the doubt and feelings of regret away. I revved the engine and felt its power. I was getting giddy just thinking about driving this beautiful creature. The salesman snapped me out of my reverie when he handed me what looked like a small purse.
“Something a little extra for the pretty lady.” He said with a smile before turning and heading towards his office.
Inside the purse I found a driver’s license with a picture of me (the new me) along with all my credit cards and other documentation under my new identity.
Over a year has passed since I made that deal, and I couldn’t be happier. I was still nuts about cars. In fact, I could argue I was even more into them than before. Whereas before I would get really excited about cars, now I found cars I like really got my engine going, if you catch my drift. So much so that when I’d go for drives, I’d get so hot and bothered, I would have to pull over several times to take care of my needs. I also found i’m quite the exhibitionist when i’m out on a drive, daring to masturbate in a position that people could easily see me or even putting on a show when I stop for gas. I don’t know if this is because of some magic the salesman did on me, but I don’t care. It was worth it.

Moment of choice

I’ll admit I should have thought my wish through a little better, but I was so excited I just kinda blurted it out. I had always dreamed of living in the Dragonball Z universe and here was my chance. I even made sure that I would be a saiyan. I should have known that genie was gonna throw in a twist or two. My wish was granted, but I found I was a young saiyan woman named Sabi. I was lost at first and was even a little depressed. This wasn’t at all what I had in mind. I moped around until it finally hit that I was in the DBZ universe.
And so I started looking for the dragonballs. At least Shenron wasn’t one to twist words and throw you curveballs. I had barely started my search when I ran into the Z warriors. They were looking for the dragon balls too, so I offered to help, even though they already had a wish in mind. It sucked, but I had to do it. I couldn’t spend any more time than necessary as a girl.
The search took longer than I imagined. Apparently planetary scans take way longer than it seemed to in the show. During our search I got to befriend everyone. Upon finding out I was a saiyan, both Goku and Vegeta began training me. Goku trained me for fun, but I’m pretty sure Vegeta was only training me to prove he was a better teacher than Goku. He’s the one who really pushed me in my training and even got me to go super saiyan, and I gotta say it was pretty fucking awesome. Everyone was just like they were in the show. Krillin and 18 were the cutest couple, Gohan was almost painfully innocent when it came to girls, and I don’t know how many times I’ve punched Master Roshi, yet he still cops a feel every time I see him.
It had been months, but finally our search was over. I had the final dragonball in my hands. I couldn’t finally be a man again. I thought about the z warriors, and the bond I’d made with them all. Did I really have it in me to betray them all? It was the moment of choice, and I really wasn’t sure what I would do.

Internal Affairs

If you were to ask me why I joined the Special Services Program, I really wouldn’t be able to tell you. I wasn’t into guys at all, and if I tried, I probably could have found other work easy enough. Maybe it was the starting pay, or maybe it was all the glorifying ads on TV and billboards. I went in knowing exactly what joining the SSP entailed. I underwent hormone therapy, multiple cosmetic surgeries, and put my best foot forward in all of my classes.
Once I graduated, it didn’t take long for me to get noticed. I got multiple commendations for my techniques and commitment to the job. In fact, my job performance led the police commissioner in my city to create the Internal Affairs Division of the SSP with me at the head of our branch. I found myself with the rank of sergeant with a team of twenty SSP members. We were the best of the best in our field of work, and our mission was to provide the best service and satisfaction to our boys in blue.
The job was hard as we were very short staffed, especially in the beginning. Today for instance, we got a last minute call to service a forensic team putting in long hours at a crime scene. These calls were the toughest as you have to be mindful not to let any of their fluids contaminate the crime scene. We needed our absolute best, so I decided to take the call myself. The boys were glad for the release and even told me they were honored at the chance of getting serviced by “the sarge”.

Gone too far

My sons Sean and Eric were natural born pranksters. I swear they were pulling tricks since before they could walk and finding out they were magically gifted only increased their pranking arsenal that much more. I never worried about it because they never did anything harmful to anyone. That is until they met the Peterson boys. Those four were from another magically gifted family and became fast rivals to my sons. It was all good-natured at first, but over the years the pranks would get more and more extreme. You’d think it wouldn’t be fair, four vs. two, but over the years by boys would always be one step ahead of their enemies.
I had to say I was quite shocked to walk into my kitchen to see two teenage girls looking over a newspaper, but a quick “good morning” and introduction from them confirmed that they were my sons. Those Peterson boys had gone too far this time, but my sons seemed to already be planning their next move. I chuckled to myself seeing how unfazed they were by being transformed into girls, but nevertheless I’d have to have a word with Mr. and Mrs. Peterson and put an end to this. They were so focused looking over that newspaper and whispering back and forth to each other, I couldn’t help but laugh again as I left the kitchen. Wait did Eric just say he couldn’t wait to have all his holes filled?

Fulfilling his duty

I was a good detective. I may have been young, but I had quickly earned the respect of my sergeant along with everyone else in my precinct. Over time I got a reputation for my stubbornness. You see, I always got my man, even if I had to bend the rules (or in some cases break the rules entirely) to get them, and it worked great. That is until the commissioner started cracking down on corruption in the police force and decided to make an example out of me. My motives didn’t matter to him. In fact I think that’s why he targeted me. He wanted to show that breaking the rules, even for the right reasons, was no longer going to be tolerated. Despite my sergeant’s
I was investigated, but I was never indicted. Instead I was forced to enter the special services program. The new “positive reinforcement” angle the police force was trying to employ. Before I knew it, I was whisked away. Undergoing hormone therapy and receiving multiple surgeries, all the while taking class after class training me for my new role. There were even mental conditioning sessions to help “ease” us into our new role.
This was a huge slap to the face, but my stubbornness refused to let me admit defeat. I promised myself that I would take the punishment and prove myself by one day making detective. I knew that it would be hard. No one had ever successfully transferred out of the SSP, but I just decided that meant I would be the first. I would make detective again no matter what embarrassment I’d have to endure. And endure I did.
For three years provided just about every service the SSP offered. I went on service patrols and made house calls. I even worked for a while at one of the SSP gentlemen’s clubs. Over the time, I started to notice more and more mental changes in me. I started to dress slutty more naturally, and I began to notice the way I carried myself become much more sultry. I knew if I were ever going to get out of the SSP and become a detective again, I’d have to act fast.
I set up a meeting with my old sergeant to plead my case. It wasn’t until I was at the station that I noticed the outfit I decided to wear, but it was too late, it was now or never. I forced myself to exude my tough guy demeanor (though to what effect I really wasn’t sure), and walked straight into the sergeant’s office. I started making my case, but it was clear he wasn’t listening. I slammed my hands on the desk and leaned forward to get in his face but realized that just gave him a better view to what he was already staring at. Before I could even start again, he poked my boob with his pencil and gave me a silly grin before asking me if I could provide my services to the precinct as they had been working so hard lately. I was taken aback at first, but I quickly came to terms with the situation. I knew then that he had never taken my request to become a detective again seriously, and I honestly did blame him. I wasn’t that man any more. Hell I wasn’t a man at all. I smiled and agreed. This was who I was, maybe even who I was always meant to be, and I had a duty to fulfill. A duty that I will perform to best the best of my abilities.

Still the Dominant One

My girlfriend Erin was naturally submissive. She would get turned on when I took charge in the bedroom and even like it when I’d manhandle her a bit. We never did anything that I would call hardcore, but I was definitely the dominate one in bed. And that worked for us. Until one day she started being more assertive and aggressive in our sexual activities, which I was fine, but she was so awkward when doing it. Looking back I’m sure her bitchy friends put her up to it. They despised me and no doubt hated that she would dare let herself be dominated by a man. Erin even started to try to hypnotize me. It didn’t work, but I played along. I wanted to she what she would do. When I fell into a trance for the first time (well, pretended to), she was astounded that it actually worked. She started with some silly things like hopping on one foot, but then quickly went into giving me commands to alter my overall behavior. During the first session, she commanded me to secretly start wearing her panties. She told me it was now my fetish, but I didn’t want her to know. I had never even considered cross-dressing before, but I had to admit I was a little turned on. Over the next few days, I went along with her commands. I’d put on her panties while she was in the bathroom, but do things like leave her underwear drawer slightly ajar to let her know i’d taken them. I’d catch her with a sly grin on her face when I’d bend over to get something, giving her a peak at the panties I had chosen. I even went so far as to shave my nether regions, and I have to say wearing her panties felt amazing. As the sessions went on, Erin would add more and more things to alter my behavior. One session, she presented me with a bottle of hormone pills. I was about to draw the line there, but I was so turned on and so curious I didn’t want to stop. I was already wearing bra and panty sets as well as wearing female cut jeans most of the time. Thanks to my already slender frame, I could fit into most of Erin’s stuff. The hormone pills kept coming and coming, and I kept taking them and taking them. I’m not sure where she was getting them from, but I always made sure to take them in secret as per the conditioning she set. I fell into a routine of taking the pills and wearing my girlfriend’s clothes. It was all so erotic, so exciting I didn’t want to stop.
However, as time went by I started to notice a change in Erin. She wasn’t happy. In acting in accordance with her hypnotic conditioning, I was demure and submissive. When I looked into the mirror, I no longer saw a man, but a pretty girl. I got up and put on some make up, picked out a matching bra and panty set along with some of my girlfriend’s jeans, shoes, and sweater. I went out to meet her in the kitchen. She could barely look me in the eyes anymore. I could tell she was starting to regret what she’d done, but it wasn’t her fault. I had been in control of my own actions all along.
I walked up to her by the sink and forced her to turn around, bending her over so she was pressed up against the wall. With the amount of hormones I had been taking, it was difficult to get an erection, but asserting my dominance over her did just enough for me to get inside her. She gasped then let out a slow sigh. The look of relief on her face told me everything. She knew I was still me. I just calmly stayed in her, grinding slowly. Our future was uncertain. I’d grown to like the person I’ve become. Where we go from here was a decision we’d have to make together, but one thing was for sure. I was still the dominant one.