Pretend Prostitute

I got the frantic call from Mom a few days ago. My sis, Pamela was gone for far too long and Mom was getting worried that she wouldn't have enough food for Becky. Sis barely left enough money for mom to get some diapers. Looks like sis dropped her off on purpose with her. Surely my slut of a sister is off on one of her fuck-capades as I would jokingly call them. She's probably getting fucked silly by some John's or she's probably on some road trip with some traveling concert slash rock show, getting fucked some wannabe rock stars. And she left poor Becky in mom's care. I can only hope she's considerate enough to save a bit of her fuck money for her daughter. And give a few bucks to mom. But I doubt it. I think Mom's been more of a mom to Becky, than my sister.

I told Mom she got lucky I even answered the phone call. She was just about out of food and she had a tougher time with Becky staying with her. I told her I was thinking about going camping and go off the radar for a few days. She begged me not to go and to help her. She was so frantic and desperate, I had no choice but to cancel my trip. So I drove to her house instead. I brought some food from home
and a bit more things from the grocery store.  Mom explained what happened. Pretty much exactly what I thought. My slutty sister gone! And poor little Becky just stared at me with her dopey little face. She doesn't talk much, but I care for my little niece. Of course I had to help them. Mom was a little tight on money too. But did I have enough money to cover them?

After a bit of snooping and online searching on Mom's old laptop. We came to realize that little Becky qualified for some sort of food assistance program. But we couldn't go ourselves. The website needed a parent or a signed consent form to get food assistance. They were going to check on the welfare of child and there needed to be follow-up visits to keep the coupons coming. Mom remembered that in her apartment complex there were a few neighbors that were on that program. She said that those vouchers are good for few weeks worth of food. The only problem is that we had no way of getting Pamela's signature let alone finding her. We were back to square one. But we had a plan. Something was better than nothing. It was the only thing we could do given the situation.

We were stuck. Could I call a few friends and maybe have someone fake it? Mom asked me if I know someone who can fake id's? I thought about it, but doing that would've been too hard. I don't have any friends who even remotely look like Pamela. As Mom and I brainstormed, we saw a interesting mid-day news report. The so-called gender change epidemic that was going on. We've all heard about it. Everyone has. There's now a way for men to change sex. There was a news poll and the numbers were pretty high. Everyone knew someone who knew someone that's taken the dive. The tv show was pretty sensational. They were showing the before and after and the people looked quite convincing. It was a pretty trashy segment, but mom and I couldn't stop staring. We both clicked at the same time! We stared at each other and back at Becky. Somehow we knew we had our plan. It was so absurd that it really could work!

Thankfully it was easy to find those sex change pills. Since I was back home. I was still in touch with a few people back from my high school days. A guy I knew gave me Richard Wong's cel. I haven't seen him in years. Wong was scary back in high school and he's still a dangerous man now. When we were teens, he could get you any drug you wanted, legal or not. Guess he still does it now. We arranged to meet and an hour or two later, I met him in a liquor store a few blocks away. I paid the guy for a few pills. And we both went on our way.

I think the tv show got to me. Because on the way home, I felt like a criminal. Right there on my passenger seat was those pills. Ones that would change my sex. Strangely, I was a little excited too. I was going to turn into a woman! I wondered how my male body would melt away and turn into something completely different. I daydreamed nervously as I drove back home to mom's. Mom and Becky were outside playing catch with a ball as I parked my car. She looked at me and I looked down at the paper bag. Mom breathed a sigh of relief and we went back to her apartment.

We both had a long conversation. What I would do as a woman. What she could help me with once I changed. It really was new to me, since I never even remotely thought about anything else other than my gender. The whole home seemed nervous and on edge. Quiet little Becky came over to me and broke the tension. She gave me a hug only a toddler could give. "Enough wasting time!" Mom said. She opened up her pantry and threw a bottle of water to me. We both knew what had to be done. I swallowed the pill and sat on her bed. Waiting for my changes. I was going to turn into a woman just like those men on tv.

After some minutes of anxious waiting. I started feeling something. And odd sensation all over my body. It was starting. I wanted to say something, but I was too nervous. I was gesturing to her to take Becky and leave. But I knew my mom wasn't going to. Even though I was an adult, her motherly instincts kicked in. Like any concerned parent, she didn't want to leave. It looks like they were both going to have a first hand view of a man turning into a woman. My body tensed up yet all over I felt like jelly. A mix of fear and excitement swelled over me. I had to relax. So I steadied myself and started to breathe.

My face and head seemed stretchy like rubber. My blond hairs were lengthening and tugging at my scalp. My lips and chin itched. I rubbed my fingers along them and my mustache and thick stubble came right off! My skin seemed to reveal something softer underneath! Mom gasped as she saw my face morph in front of her. She said that I'm starting to look more and more like Pamela. That's good. Because that was the plan! I glanced over at a mirror hanging on the wall. I really did look like her. We always had the family resemblance. As I stared, my nose got tinier and my cheekbones changed. Now my hazel eyes started to match my sisters. That pill was working miracles.

Whatever was in that pill was working it's way through the rest of my body. I felt my shoulders and ribs and backbones pop and shrink. I was losing height. My t-shirt was feeling awfully big all of a sudden. My hips and ass then felt strange. My pants seemed too tight. I had some tight jeans on, but now they seemed to cut off my circulation. My legs felt like they were burning. I winced in pain. I shouted at my mom to help me take them off. All three of us reacted in surprise as my voice no longer sounded manly. It had a sweetly-high voice that could not be mistaken for anything other than a woman.

I flicked off my sneakers. They came off too easily. Mom grabbed my pants legs and gave them a pull. I grabbed the bed to steady myself. Hands that were not my own held onto the bed sheets, trying to get a good grip. I saw Graceful, womanly hands that I knew were mine now.

Mom tugged hard on my pants! I wiggled and swayed my hips to help the tight pants come off. There was quite a heft on bottom! Mom slipped and fell on her butt as that one last pull made my pants fly off in a different direction. Becky laughed and giggled and her grandmas' misfortune. Mom hushed her. Little Becky was feeling the excitement in the room. We all were. As mom got herself up, we both stared in awe at the feminine pair of legs that greeted us. My new legs! They were shapely and well toned. In no way did they look like a man's thick legs. These gams were sexy! I had long legs that any girl would kill for!

My excitement for my bodily changes was understandable. My whole body tingled and felt even more aroused! "Look down on your chest Gregory," mom said. I looked down like she said. Two pointy cones were poking out of my shirt. My nipples looked huge and perky! I peeked through the top of my shirt to glance down on my chest. Two growing breasts were pushing out of my chest. Bit by sexy bit, they were getting bigger. I was met by an unfamiliar jiggle as I took of my shirt. There was no mistaking my chest now. At first my chest looked like a young teen's. But minutes later they caught up to my adult body. It finally stopped expanding. My big boobs moved and jiggled with my movements. There was no hiding these two masses of flesh! They were large and in charge! Two womanly breasts were now on me! My body shivered as I gave them a squeeze and a cupping. Becky happily shouted "Mama!" at the sight of my dangling bosom.

There was soon an influx of embarrassment and shame. I know Mom was there by my side and my niece minding her own business. But I felt ashamed of my chest. I wanted to cover them up! But mom quickly re-assured me that its fine. "We're all girls here" she said reassuringly. But that was a lie. There was still one part of me that was still a man. Mom's sweet, calm voice could not stop the raging boner that was quickly protruding from my crotch.

The last bit of my male parts seemed to angrily express itself. As if jealous of the rest of my new feminine body. My tight white briefs were stretched even farther to its limit. My wide hips weren't helping. But my rising dick was in pain. I could see it struggling to maintain its proud erection. Awkward seconds seemed like an eternity. It seemed like all eyes were on my dick. Mine, Mom's and Becky's too. But as the seconds ticked by. My dick was on a losing battle. As my member was fading away, pulsing, tearing and crunching sensations were wreaking havoc on my crotch. I had to endure one more strange transformation.

My body leaned forward I winced in pain. I could hear myself saying "oh shit" as an intense pressure built up around my balls. My guess is that my balls were migrating up to their new place as ovaries. That crunching feeling must be my womb coming to life and stealing new space in my belly. My penis felt like it was imploding! For the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to lose your dick. New folds and a girlish mound took their new home. The skin between my legs was itchy and throbbing. No doubt my pussy opening and forming itself. Finding itself a new path to my womb.

The overall feeling of jellyness faded away. My metamorphosis was complete. There was no going back now. I was on team woman now. Mom handed me the rest of the bottle of water. I looked over at Becky, she found a little toy and forgot about us. It was funny how we adults have such a hard crazy life that kids don't have to worry about. Mom told me to finally relax, but we knew that our little plot has only just begun.

As I checked my body once again on the mirror, I arched my back and pushed out my new breasts. I had long hair almost down to my butt. I saw the curves of my sides and hips, I glanced at my firm butt and toned thighs. I realized that I don't have any clothes! I cant wear my old clothes! Mom's stuff was out of the question. She was a big woman. Two maybe three XL. I asked her, what we can do. She said she'll figure something out. Mom went into her drawer and got a nightie that was still a bit too big for me. I was swimming in it! But at least the nightgown felt smooth and silky on my skin.

With no underwear on, either, I was going to have to spend the rest of the day almost nude. I felt naked and exotic walking around mom's place with only just an over sized nightgown on. I tried my best to stay cool and collected. But my breasts and pussy were easily visible through mom's borrowed clothes. My new body was tingly and sensitive. I liked it.

Mom told me to get back on the PC and get the number for the welfare office. It would sound more convincing if I called them to set up an appointment. Tell them that I was Pamela Cunningham and that I needed assistance for my daughter since I had hit hard times. In the meantime as I was calling, Mom went off into another room and I could hear her rummaging through some things.

Since mom was away in the other room, I picked up my niece, no my daughter Becky and I held her as I dialed the phone number. I stroked her hair and tickled her a bit as I was put on hold to wait for the operator. Becky didn't flinch or complain as I held her. One would think she would be confused. But she felt right at home on my lap. I'm glad little Becky is such a calm, polite little girl.

When the phone connected and I talked to the social workers, they took some information. Well, I gave them Mom's address and other basic info. They said they would take in the rest when I showed up the next day. It would usually take a few more days but they told me I was lucky (once again!) that another appointment got canceled and there was time to see us. I would get some preliminary assistance and some food vouchers that day. I was happy with their call. So far so good. Our plan was running smoothly.

I heard Mom calling me, So I walked over to the other room, Becky in tow. There laid on the guest bed was a bunch of skimpy clothes. Tiny panties, tube tops, thongs and leggings. Plus some big sexy bras. Pamela's slut gear. It was an inside joke I used to say to myself and friends. My sis has always been horny girl ever since she got all busty after puberty. And now I guess I'm going to have to wear her stuff. Since there's nothing else here at home.

I asked mom if there was anything more...'normal' But she nodded no. She said I should be so lucky to even have this much here. This was stuff she probably forgot about a long time ago. I picked up one of her bras. They were larger than mine. Although my new breasts were pretty big. Becky's dad before he went to jail, paid to get Pamela some bigger boobs. Too bad it was paid for with stolen money. When Becky's dad finally got arrested for his crimes, Pamela dumped him. And he went to jail. My sis's longest relationship ended. And she went back to her slutty ways. I don't think my sister's learned a thing.

As I stared at the skimpy clothes, I heard Mom shout, "Look Gregory! We got lucky again!" She left an old purse here! Take a peek inside!" I passed Becky over to her grandma. She stretched her arms out for her grandma to carry. A sweet kiss is heard. As I unlatched the button on sis's old purse I found some condoms and some birth control pills, cigarettes and various other prosty needs. But, sticking out in a pocket was her ID! And it was still good! It had her name on it and everything! I remember a few months back, Pamela asked me for a ride to the DMV because she lost her ID. But here it is now! I stare at the tiny picture. I think I can get away with this. I look pretty close to her picture. Mom agrees.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully. Other than me being a woman though. I spent the rest of the day learning womanly mannerisms from my mom. I think I got it. I took a nice long bath along with little Becky. She loved splashing in the water and I had a wonderful experience getting to know my womanly body. Mine. It was strange and fulfilling being a mother. I need to talk to Pamela, set her straight. Becky is such a calm, cute little girl. As Pamela's only brother I have to scold her. She needs to take care of her daughter better.

After our little pretend mother daughter bonding, We both dried each other off and went to bed. I was back in my mom's big nightgown, and Becky had some cute little pajamas. Mom even came in and kissed us both and said good night. It was strange having to sleep in a different position, because of my new body shape, but I found a way.

Of course once Mom and Becky were asleep, I got to know myself more intimately. Something I've been wanting to do since I changed. I touched myself all over. My bed sheets shifted as I was stroking and caressing my womanly body. It was a new, totally different experience. Something I could never do as a man. It felt great. It's strange and funny. I haven't slept with a girl in a few years, but now I am a girl and getting to play with myself. I kept it secret, but in my sisters purse there was a little nubby vibrator toy. I did my best to keep quiet as I pushed the buzzy thing into my lady parts. It was amazing! The build up and the crashing high as my body spasmed in orgasm. I had to dig my face into my pillow and bite into it to keep from screaming. No wonder why my sister is such a slut. Woman's orgasms are an adventure all its own. It's after midnight and I finally doze off to sleep in a womanly afterglow. I think to myself, 'this is a far as I go with my body'

Today is the big day! Becky wakes me out of bed. She rubs her eyes. She grabs my finger and pulls me out of bed. Mom's making a simple breakfast with the little bit of food I brought the day before. We calmly eat together. Becky makes a mess, but mom says she'll clean her up. I take a quick shower. I feel refreshed and very womanly.  Mom is there waiting in the room. She wants to help me get ready. I could hear Becky playing with something over in the living room.

Mom did her best to find the most decent clothes of the bunch that was left there with her. And still that's saying a lot. Mom told me that she was sorry, and that what she picked was better than nothing. I thanked mom, and reassured her that everything will be alright.

I stared and pulled up the tiny black thong up my legs. I only hope that they were clean. I really don't know where my sis has been. My hips held up the thin string very naughty-like. A tiny patch covered up my pubes and the back rode up my butt crack. It itched something fierce right there where god split me in two. But I had to get used to it. Then came a really tiny pair of short shorts. They were wide enough for my hips but were cut off everywhere else. It really pushed out my butt. It was still quite small. But it was better than nothing. I touched the fuzzy edges of them. No pockets on them either. I guess that's what purses are for.

I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but I really wanted to try on a bra. But Pamela's cups were too big and Mom's bras were too wide, It would have looked funny wearing either of them. Mom brought out a sort of stretchy looking purple tube top. Mom says to raise my arms as she pulled it down my body. It nestles on my ribs. The fabric stretches out and contours my breasts. Further adding to my slutty ensemble. My big areolas and nipples poke through the fabric. No one will be able to look away, everyone's going to see my boobs. I get excited just thinking about it. I was starting to feel quite slutty. Just like my sis.

I still look pretty much naked, with my shorts and tube top. Mom pulls out a big, soft, dark, sweater. It was over in her closet. I put my arms through the holes. It's two sizes too big, but I guess it will do the job. I roll up the sleeves just a bit. I look frail and tiny inside mom's over sized sweater. Further adding to my prosty look, Mom grabbed some blue leggings. The morning was still chilly and I felt it. She grabbed one and bunched it up, almost looking like a ball. But she told me how to put it on. I was going to put my toes through them and gently pull them up as far as they can go. They both settled between my knees and thighs. Mom gave me a pair of shiny silver heels to wear. It made me feel taller. My legs looked damn hot and sexy. I think I'm becoming a leg guy. As seeing my own legs with these big socks is just turning me on. Over and over again, I mumble to myself, 'its just pretend, do it for your niece' it helps a bit, but not much. My pussy tingles and twitches as my brain goes crazy with all this stimulus.

Mom led me over to her make-up drawer and mirror. I took small steps, since I've never worn heels before. But I think I'm a quick learner. I could hear my mom chatting away. I would nod an reply in short words. I was quiet and aloof. But deep inside I was in a sexy daze. I just knew I looked hotter than my sister. I was giddy and felt all floaty. It felt so wrong yet seemed so right. At least Mom didn't go crazy with the make up. I've seen Pamela cake it on herself. Mom put a bit of powdery stuff on my cheeks, some rouge-stuff over my eyes and some funky, whitish lipstick on my mouth. Mom then proceeded to comb my hair. It was long and pretty. There seemed like there was no trace of me ever being Gregory. I really was Pamela! Even Becky called me mama when he curiously went into the room to see what we were doing.

I was strangely confident, as I stood around, waiting for Becky's turn to get dressed. I felt beautiful and sexy. I stared at myself in front of her mirror. I know I looked trashy, with what little I had. But I need to show confidence or this crazy plan isn't going to work. I looked over and saw Becky screaming. Mom did her best but Becky didn't like her hair being combed, but mom settled on some short pigtails. Little Becky is putting me back into perspective. I felt more normal again. That giddy high was still lingering, but I needed to get my shit together. But before that, a naughty thought ran through my feminine mind. I wanted to play a little prank on my mom.

I walked towards her. I swayed my hips and clanked my heels on the hard floor. "Mom," I said in my sexy voice, "Why don't I leave Becky here with you, and I go out and have some fun? I'm much more hotter than Pamela and I know I can make more money than she ever could? It would be lot more fun than going to some boring welfare office?" I did my best impression of my sister.

I saw my mom go white as a sheet! She looked like she was going to faint. Mom dropped her comb and grabbed the side of her dresser drawer and shouted, "Lord have mercy on me! I already have one promiscuous daughter what am I going to do with another one!" Becky giggled when her grandmother said that. She could tell grandma was just being playful and exaggerating! We all were. We all burst out in a fit of laughter. There was nothing else we could do. This pretend mother/daughter duo was all ready to go!

The wait for the bus was a bit awkward. Mom walked with us a few blocks so we can catch the bus. But once she left. The men waiting there with me, were staring a bit too lewdly. I pretended to avoid eye contact with them and just played a bit with Becky. The bus came and we all got aboard. I sat in the front and folded up my stroller. I looked out the window and saw the bus head closer to the subway terminal.

While I certainly could have driven to the offices, I had enough fuel in my car. There was no car seat, and the cops would surely pull me over for not having Becky safely buckled. I decided to catch the bus and subway into town. Pamela was smart enough to leave a stroller, but she left Becky's car seat at her home. Sis should think things through better, I say. I know that seemed like a good enough excuse. I'm sure a neighbor could have let us borrow a car seat. But deep inside, I just wanted an excuse to show off my body. I was still curious and wanted to know what it felt like being my sister.

As we pay for the subway pass. The machine clanks and makes a ticket. I see some security guards glancing over at me. They are pretending to look past me. But I've done that trick to when I was a man. They want a peek to see if I'm what they think I am. I'm getting oogled by more men and even a few women. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, going out in public like this. But whats done is done. My goals are set, and I'd better get them done.

After a few minutes on the train, I finally had my fill of being a pretend prostitute. Damn, these people on the train sure do have intense stares. I cant help it right now though. Women look at me with hatred and disgust and the men are undressing me with their nasty imaginations. I'm just trying to mind my business. They never met me before, but they already think I'm a slut. But I guess it doesn't help the situation with the way I look and dress. But what was cute and fun in the beginning, now feels like a chore. I've got to keep going. This is all for my niece's sake.

With only a few stops later, it's gotten steadily worse. They don't even care that I have my niece with me. I'm tense again. The nasty men just want to see what's under my panties. All I am to them is a sexy piece of meat. As the subway trolley hits a bad patch, the train jumps and shakes a bit. I can see them staring and licking their lips. They want to fuck me and see my body jiggle. Would I have been acting the same if I was in their position? I can see them whispering, but they are afraid to come over since I have Becky with me. But I'm sure one of them will be brave and stupid enough to try and ask me 'how much?'

And it's all my sisters fault. Knowing her, I think she's slept or at least fooled around with some men on the train here. If any of them come, I'll just pretend I don't know them. Which is true in a sense. I'd better keep my guard up.

I gain a new strange appreciation for my sister Pamela, she's a genuine prostitute, and I'm just an imitation. Although it was exciting pretending to be her. She's brave and stupid for choosing the life she has. I have to realize that I'm just a regular guy. When I go back to being a man I'm going to try and not be like the men I see today on this train. Need to be more respectful and human. I better be careful, this is a dangerous game. I need to be distant and aloof. It should keep them away. They like what they see because my body screams 'fuck me.' After I take Becky to get her help, I need to find more decent clothes.

Each time the train stops and new people get on and off, its geting steadily more full. Everyone's going to work or school. I can see all of them staring at my body. Men trying to brush up against me. They nervously try to stand near me and get a view of my thighs and glance down at bra-less chest. Women are gossiping in the distance over what a hardcore tramp I am. They feel pity for the little girl next to me. I can only imagine them saying how she'll probably be a tramp like her mom when she gets older.

But as much as this trip quickly turned sour. I've never felt so turned on before! I'm disgusted yet intrigued. More and more, I keep telling myself, I cant believe my sister lives like this! For a second I imagine myself doing exactly what the pervs want. I wince again in disgust. I cant have dirty, sick men touch me. I'm not my sister! I cant get caught up! I cant let my disguise take over. No matter how sexy I look and feel, I'm doing this for my niece, Becky. If I don't do this, Becky and my Mom are going have it real hard. I don't want them to starve. If I can get them a few weeks of food then this is all worth it. I cant stay a woman for too long. I still have my life to get to.

Finally, a couple leaves and a seat opens up. I push my niece on her stroller and plant myself on the subway seat. I look at my niece, Becky and she stares back at me. My niece is such a observant little girl. she's a little hesitant. She know's people are staring. Does this happen to her a lot when she's with her real mom? I relax a bit, I pick her up and give Becky a little snack from my purse. But I don't let my guard down. The conductor announces the next stop. We're almost there, we're still a few stops away. I realize now, being a woman is tough. Mom also had it hard raising the both of us. I'd better thank her tons when we get home later.

I couldn't get off the train fast enough when we got to our stop. My goal was a few blocks away, the Social services building. My stroller rattled a bit on the pavement. But Becky was enjoying the view of downtown plaza and giggled as the street pigeons flew away. I already knew what to say to the caseworkers. Mom and I planned it a bit. It should go smoothly. But now I thought about how to get home. Once the interview is finished, I should call a taxi. I don't want to take the subway back home if my appointment takes too long. Once subway trip dressed like a slut is enough for me thank you.

As I make it to the building, it's automatic doors open. Becky and I wince as the blast of air from the humming machine hits us. The place is full and I sign in to the notepad on the desk. "Wish me luck" I say to Becky. She smiles and giggles.

Christian's Troubles

This is one that I actually made a few days ago. But since I was trying to hard to find that 200th speical anniversary picture and not having any luck, this cap was on the waiting list. But since I decided to give up on that and write just a simple blog post. I guess this one is now the 200th picture!

Anyways, this guy here is going to have a hard time trying to figure out what to do because of changing circumstances! What do you think will happen to him next? Imagination time!

200th POST!

Hi there everyone! Near and far. Fan or lurker. Looks like I made it to 200 of these posts here on blogger. Thanks for sticking around this lazy guy. My posts have really slowed down eh? Sorry about that. I guess everyone is busier around the holidays. Me no exception.

I still have a ton of pictures to work with. I keep downloading them on my off time like a mad-man or one with too much pretty animu girly ocd. There's too much bikini girls that I keep downloading and I cant make much captions with those. Yet I keep saving them to my hard drive! I'll figure something out. But I still have some unique pictures that I've come across that may make a good caption. Now I just got to stare at them and see what my mind comes up with.

I kinda did want to make a 200th cap with my main characters again, James and Allen, (you remember them?)  But I simply couldn't find any good pictures (in my opinion) that would work with the ideas in my noggin. I got lucky with finding the pic in my 100th caption. Not overtly sexual, but just enough to tease. Although I do likes the sexy time in my manga and anime, I feel like I'm just perverted enough to maintain a normal role in society. I dont really like to go overboard. I dont want to cross that line. Fapping to sexy pictures is enough for me.

I cant believe I just typed that!

But anyways. When it comes to my captions. I like them to be just borderline. No overt, hard-core sex in them. Just a hint of allusion of naughtyness. That's the fantasy of genderbending for me. That and the transformation. From male to female. But  I do have a problem with the sex part. I just cant write about sexual acts. Its tough for me.  I dont have enough experience in real life to transfer that to writing! I've gotten close though.  There are plenty more sites on the internet that can handle rough, explicit, sexual fantasies. Will I achieve that level of prose one day? I dont know. But for now, I'll just trudge along with my style of writing. I do hope you like them.


I've been reading all sorts of genderbending/crossdressing/transformation stories ever since I got my first laptop computer. And while certainly there's lots of tropes on the matter and I've certainly done my share of them, Are my captions any different from the hundreds out there? I do want to try and make them different.  Am I doing a good job at that? Like I've said before, I'm not really a writer, just an average guy with a tame, classic, fetish.

I've also read and agreed with some anons where they say that genderbending shouldn't always be about sex . As a lot of genderbending leads to dick insertion into a transformees' body. I know for many that's a huge part of the whole fantasy of changing sex.  The reversal of gender roles. And for the other camp its the fantasy of women's clothes. Crossdressing and stuff. While I try to make that part of the fetish interesting too. I know very little of womens clothing brands and underthings. So forgive me if in my captions I totally mess up the wordage and brands of said sexy clothes. I'm no expert when it comes to transvestite-ism.

I've read and heard the cries of genderbending fans over on 4chan, over the lack of content in this genre. I know I'm not any sort of revolutionary when it comes to this subject. And there are far more skilled people out there than little old me. But there are times that I do want to make some more original content. But with my drawing skills and the harsh critiques of internet blokes. I dont think I'll be doing drawing any time soon. There have been lots of times when I have ideas for interesting caps or a short story only to have it die because there's no anime/manga picture that matches the idea of my story.

But until I learn to draw, I'll find some other way to express the ideas inside my head. Captions will do for now. Or maybe some longer stories? Time will tell, I guess.

Thanks for your silent support people. I do appreciate that there are hundreds if not thousands of you out there in the planet, reading my little stories. I'll do my best to make content that can be enjoyed by all of us with the same fetish.

I'm sure I'll get to 300 in no time!

Later my internet peeps!

Motel Role-play

Two guys that love to pretend they're women on the internet, finally decide to meet up and act out their fantasies in real life. All thanks to a little gender pill.

Pat At The Bakery

Patrick was in girl mode when he got called in to work. Not one to displease his boss, he went in anyways.

Poke

A teen likes his new breasts and thinks to himself as he gives a little poke here and there.


Sorry for the lack of posts! I've got too many digital distractions ie: videogames and a huge backlog of anime to get through.

Also I cant believe that I'm almost at 200 posts too! I've made it this far. I'm sure I can do more. I'm sure I can knock a few rocks around in my head. I keep downloading sexy animu pictures, so there must something going on in my perverted noggin.

Will try to do more okay?

The Military Ball

I thought I had lost this caption. But I found it! I have a whole bunch of notepads strewn about my laptop. Some empty and some with words. I was going to write a fantasy cap for my other blogger and here it was! Good! I did a bit of proof reading and some finishing touches on it too.

Anyways, the story this time is of a guy who turns into a girl to help out his friend who lost his date to the military ball. He's some sort of westpoint kind of guy. That's what my brain came up with when I saw the picture.

Enjoy.

Fiancee Jitters

A shy man is trying to buy a his fiancee a gift while she's away. His life is changing and while
at first he became a woman to figure out what she might like, he realizes that he needs to be more confident as a man.

Girl Time With My Sister

Sorry for the delay! Had a bit of a busy time in real life. I also lost a caption before this one. I had it all written down and when I closed the notepad, I thought I saved it. I wrote it before  I went to work with the idea of transferring it over to the picture once I got home. But it didn't happen. When I opened it up again it was gone! Grrr. I had lost the train of thought to re-write it. I'll have to try again and hope it comes back to me. Anyways, I hope you guys/gals like this one.

Watching Myself

A transformed guy is mesmerized by his own sextape. He's seeing what happened to him and what he can do next. Because everyone's a pr0n star! :)

Juan And Kyle

Kyle is a very competitive guy, Juan likes to have fun with his best friend. Both of them are girls right now.

Tammy

I think it will be an interesting experience being a woman. I love being a guy. I've been one all my life. But just out of curiosity, I decided to become one of the fairer sex.

I've seen some pictures. Some of those transformed guys come out of it pretty damn sexy. I wonder what my girlfriend will say when she meets the new me? At first she was a little hesitant when I told her about changing sex. I told her that the benefits outweigh the risks. I wanted to do it. I needed some insight into how girls think, and maybe I can be a better boyfriend. Not that I was ever a bad one. I just thought it would be an enlightening experience.

I found an online site that was legit. Well, as legit as they could be, not many places are going to advertise a pill that in some circles is still illegal. I've read plenty of stories online about people trying it and depending on the circumstances they came out of it okay. I made some conversation with one of the sellers. He told me that is was safe and that he had become a woman plenty of times already. In another email, he told me that he had a new shipment in, so we made a deal. I sent him a money order and I get to become a woman.

The mail order package arrived without any fanfare. The delivery guy had no clue to what was in that package. Do they ever? I opened it up and pulled out the tray with about ten pills. I don't know if I'll use all of them, but the person who sent them only sells them this way. Maybe I can give some extras to friends to try out?

Rather than mulling over whether to take them or not, I simply took one with a glass of water. No need to beat around the bush. In the past emails I've had with the supplier, he told me about the changes that may happen to me. I was a bit nervous again. But the many emails and websites with first hand information about the pills helped me calm down.

I went and sat down at my couch to wait for my transformation. It is said that the body changes around the 20 minute mark. I look at my clock and I realize I'm almost there. I look at my normal male body and I worry again. How will I turn out? What if I get stuck half ways? But then I remember what I read. You fully transform, there is no half ways.

I start stroking my goatee in nervous anticipation, when I realize that I'm pulling more chin hairs than I should. I look down at my palms and they are full of hairs! Looks like there's no turning back now. I stroke my cheeks and chin and they seem a lot more softer. My stubble rubs off easily too now. I'm going to miss my goatee. The email said that you lose a lot of male body hair after you change and when you're male again, it takes longer for body hair to come back. I guess that's the price to pay for turning into a woman.

I felt a strange unfamiliar pain across my forehead. It was like a dull headache. It's almost like my skull was changing shape. My eyes felt bigger too. I touched my nose and it didn't seem like mine. It was dainty and smaller. My cheeks and jaw felt different too. I felt tempted to get up and walk towards a mirror, but I should be patient and let my body complete its changes.

I stop slouching on my couch. I sit up straight. My whole body is on edge. My muscles are twitching all over my body and in other places on my face. I can feel a tugging at my scalp. My hair is lengthening. I see some bangs coming down my forehead. It covers my face, but I part it aside. I'm happy that my hair didn't change color. It's still a nice orange tone. I love redhead girls, and now I'm going to be one! My new hair reminds me of my sister's locks. She always kept it healthy and shiny. I remember growing up and seeing my mom and her combing each others hair. I'm going to have to look through my girlfriends supplies in the bathroom. I don't want to get my hair tangled. I can feel it slowing down and stopping, finally stopped down by my lower back.

As my hands went through my silky hair once again, I noticed that my fingers were changing. My thick, manly fingers were dissolving and being replaced by dainty feminine ones. My wide fingernails were getting thinner and pointy. They looked sharp! My shoulders felt like they were cramping up. I rotated them and stretched my arms up. They didn't feel quite as heavy and muscular. I'm losing tone on them. I'm not very muscular, but I'm not a weakling either. But my arms are starting to look like back when I was a teenager. My male frame was going away.

I was noticing that my shirt was getting bigger, no not bigger? I was getting smaller! My XL shirt seemed to drape over my slimming body. I shoved my hand down through the neck of my shirt and felt around my chest. My curly chest hairs were gone. No doubt they fell off just like my facial hair. My skin was definitely smoother too. I felt around under my shirt some more. I was ticklish. My smooth hands felt cool on my warm chest.

I started feeling some sharp pains down by my butt. My insides were gurgling as well. Its now my lower body's turn to change. My shorts felt weird on my hips. Is that what's happening? Girls have bigger bottoms than men. I unbuckled my belt and wiggled off my shorts. My legs were much thicker. Not thick manly legs, but shapely womanly ones. My hips were expanding as well. I could see that I was definitely getting a nice hourglass shape just like my girlfriend. My poor, white underwear was being stretched to its limit by my expanding thighs. I caressed my growing legs with my smooth dainty hands and it sent shivers up and down my body.

As I looked down on my legs, and its new feminine proportions. It no longer had any trace of my work scars. My beautiful girly knees looked like a supermodel's! Years of playing football in college ruined them. That dull pain that I learned to live with was gone! I flexed my knees and rotated my ankles. I could tell that I was more limber than I've ever been. I can see some sexy toes hiding under my socks. I loved my girlfriends sexy feet and toes and I wondered how good mine looked like?

"Pretty cute!" I blurted in a sexy girlish voice as I took off my socks. My voice was nice too. I pursed my lips and spoke again..."Hi, I'm Tammy!" God that sounded so sexy. Why did I name myself Tammy? I guess it's pretty close to Timothy, my real name. "Wont you take me out on a date?" I let out a girlish giggle. I was alone in my apartment just talking to myself. The tingles in my body are still going on. I look back at the clock and I'm still ten minutes in along my transformation. I feel a little more androgynous. Like if I'm half boy and half girl. I was scared a little while ago about being at this point. But something, some chemical in the pill kept me calm. I guess my body is flooded with hormones. Cause I definitely feel very tiny and girly right now.

I felt so relaxed that I decided to lay down on my couch. I looked around it. I could definitely spot some of my old body hairs covering the fabric. I paid it no more thought. As my head leaned back on my couch, my long hair flopped out. I stared down at my body again. I could feel the size of my big butt on the couch! I'm sure I have a sexy ass now. I could hear the creaking of my couch as my body weight shifted the metal coils of it. I lifted up my shirt and peeked down my chest. My nipples were different. They looked like a little girls budding chest. I remember once as a kid making fun of my girl cousin because of that. She hated me for teasing her. Now, my chest looks like hers from so many years ago. I let go of my shirt, the cotton shirt falls back on my chest. I could see an outline of my nips trying to poke its way up my t-shirt. I smile at whats coming next. I realized that I'm about to live the dream. Playing with your own set of breasts!

I cast off my shirt and throw it as far as my girly hands can. I see my pale feminine chest. I see my rib cage and what seems to be my giant nipples. I'm not saying they're giant, but they just seem that way to me. They changed so much these past few minutes. I rub my smooth, taut stomach. A finger pokes a cute belly button too. My fingers go back onto my chest again. I rub the contours of my growing areolae. It sends a pleasurable warmth all over me. My poking and prodding my my chest start to bring out other changes in me. I should stop, but it feels too good.

With each pinch, rub and squeeze, my chest started to rise a little bit more. My body was creating its own breast tissue! I moaned in pleasure as my soft hands met with my growing chest. I loved that euphoric feeling of my breasts growing! Lumpy, uneven breasts were expanding into perfect feminine orbs! They were growing so fast, they were blocking my view of my sensitive crotch. I bit my lip as I squeezed together my boobs. Pleasurable feelings were spreading all over my body. My dick hurt as my erect cock head was rubbing on my strained underwear. But I didn't care, I felt a new wonderful feeling down in my crotch. Something came out of my dick. But I felt something else. From deep within. I think its my womb? It must be. But I can feel a tingling now in my balls. But it doesn't feel right Something is different I still feel that feminine high, it's not going away any time soon.

As I try to sit up higher to get a glance at my crotch. My tighty-whitey underwear is still strained by my feminine hips. My familiar male bulge isn't quite there anymore. I see a wet, stain on it. They were damp. I peed a bit. I shifted my body and I took off my underwear. My new breasts jiggled. I could feel the heavy weight of them on my chest. I took a look at my stretched, floppy underwear in my hands. The front of my undies had some weird looking cum on it. It was mixed in with some bloody specks. That certainly was a first for me. Did I come as both genders? It felt good but I don't think it's quite over yet.

I inspected my still erect dick as well as I could (my boobs were in the way!). My little guy was still at attention, but deflating quickly. I gripped it, but it was imploding in my feminine hands. It disappeared from my grasp. I saw the last bit of it under some red, feminine pubic hair. It looked like a new born baby's nub, and it was still shrinking. My new crotch looked puffy. I dug around behind it, trying to find my balls. But they were gone too, only smooth skin was there. Just alien smoothness. As I pushed down on where I think my balls used to be, I found thinning skin and a slight depression. My fingers traveled all the way to my anus, trying to discover the mystery of my missing nutsack. Touching myself there felt good again. New instincts were growing in me and they wanted some more. My body didn't want the sexual high to end. It wanted to keep going.

As my index finger frantically dug away at the deepening indentation. My new body once again reacted accordingly. My breasts were throbbing, my hips were swaying, my mind was blanking out. As I probed deeper and deeper, skin started to give way. I flicked my nub by accident. It sent a blissful shock all over my body. If I remember my anatomy that former nub that used to be my dick was definitely now my clitoris. Somehow, I knew I had broken some skin, because now my fingers are going in deeper. I also felt wet down there. My fingers were slicking in easier. I know this feeling. It felt so good for my girlfriend when I did it to her and now I was doing it too. I was fingering myself. My body desperately attempted to suck in my fingers. I was panting and moaning even harder now. I knew in the back of my head that my dick was completely gone now. I was masturbating as a woman. But the only thing on my mind now is pleasure. And I was getting it. I let out one final loud girlish scream that must have shook the walls! But my new body came and I was a happy, satisfied man turned woman.

My body was tired from top to bottom. The transformation and jacking off took its toll. I stared around my messy living room. The room smelled dank and reeked of sex. My old male clothes scattered on the floor. My groggy eyes look up at the ceiling. My heavy eyes drooped lower and lower. The last thing I see are my huge breasts moving up and down as my breathing slows. I fitfully fell asleep on the beat up old couch.

I was awoken by a strange shadow over me some time later. I rubbed my eyes. I remembered that these same fingers were in my pussy just a few hours ago. As my eyes slowly came into view, I saw my girlfriend Jenny, hovering over me. She looked a little mad. I sat up and looked down on myself. I was spread out all over the couch! I was asleep with my legs wide open! One leg hitting the floor and the other leg on top of the couch. My pussy spread out for the world to see.

"You just couldn't wait, huh?" Jenny curtly replied. " I wanted to see it go down. It's not everyday you get to see someone change sex. I can tell by the mess you left in our apartment that you really enjoyed your new self. Anyways, you sure did come out sexy though! I'm jealous of those toned legs of yours."

I felt a little shy as Jenny told me to stand up. She was giving me the once over. I would say she was undressing me with her eyes. but I was already naked. But the stares became something new. She gave me a little stroke and a pinch here and there. I naturally flinched with each poke and prod. Jenny's touch felt good and it started to arouse me.

"Not yet hot stuff" Jenny replied. "I cant have my boyf... I mean girlfriend come on to me yet. If you're going to be on team girl, there's a few things we have to get. You're going to get the full experience just like you wanted, Tommy. But first we have to get you in some clothes. We have to go shopping for things that would fit you better.

Jenny led me to our bedroom. She went into her dresser and after some inspecting and debating, she pulled out some panties and a bra. The panties were quite tiny, I'm sure they were a thong. But I didn't mind as I was sure they were going to look hot on my big plump butt. The tiny triangle of fabric covered up my red haired pussy. I stared at my crotch for a second. It felt very feminine. The bra on the other hand looked bigger than what Jenny usually wears. I put it on easily. I'd seen how Jenny puts them on before. She's let me seen her get dressed before. I picked up pretty quick on that. I shift each breast into the cup. My large breasts ended up nestled quite nicely in them.

"I don't think you've ever worn this bra before, Jenny?" I quizzically asked. I was still surprised by my gentle, feminine voice. My old male vocal chords were so rough and raspy. Will every word I say come out sexy and sultry now? As I waited for my girlfriends next move, I couldn't help but look down on my ample chest. An idea popped into my head. I would play with my body! I held my breath slightly I puffed out my ribs and chest. My breasts proudly pushing out looking even bigger than before. I smiled as I tried playing with my body. I loved the jiggle on me as I wiggled my shoulders as my bra tried to hold my boobs.

Jenny noticed my exaggerated movements, smiled back and said, "A while ago there was a bo-go deal on bras, the lingerie store practically ran out and I couldn't find another one in my size, so I got another size bigger. Just to get the sale. I guess I finally found a need for the bra you're wearing now." Jenny went back into her closet and pulled out some sort of outfit. It was a white blouse and a skirt. Yet another piece of clothing I've never seen her wear. 'Women sure do have a lot of clothes' I thought to myself.

As I shimmied the tiny skirt up my thighs, Jenny went to another drawer and pulled out some long sexy leggings. I've seen her wear them before. I loved how she looked cute in them, now I get to try them on! I stare at Jenny and she gives me a look of approval. I bunch up the fabric of the socks. I stretch my sleek, sexy legs out and grab the nylon leggings. My dainty fingers guide the leggings down my shins, finally ending below my knees. I repeat the same actions for my other leg. I felt so sensual as I put on my long sexy socks. Jenny couldn't stop staring at my unintentional sexy movements.

"That's hot..." I hear her whisper. We both stared at each other in a trance. My growing sexiness and her growing desires. But we quickly snapped out of it.

"Here, Tommy. I hope the blouse fits." Jenny replied. "I keep staring at your boobs and I don't think I have something that will fit right. Welp, at least the fabric is stretchy. Try to button it up."

I place one arm into the blouse, My slender arms don't quite fit it right. I have to raise both arms and let the blouse slide down my arms and onto my shoulders. The blouse is a tight fit. My hands come around and I pull my hair out of the collar. My long red hair falls back over my white blouse. I look down on myself. My breasts tent out pretty far. Only half of the blouse can cover up my breasts. Jenny looks at me and my ample bosom. We both can tell that its not going to close. I gently smile at my girlfriend and my wardrobe predicament. There's not much we can do about it. I think all of Jenny's clothes are a size or two smaller than me.

"I think my boobs are too big Jenny!" I respond. Both of us laugh and giggle at that. Jenny comes toward me and sits very close next to me. She pounces on me, like a sexy cat. Somehow she's on top of me all of a sudden. She gives me a nice kiss on the lips. It feels electrifying and awesome!

"I've been wanting to do that ever since I saw you spread out on the couch." Jenny said. "Seeing you
get dressed turned me on so much Timothy." Jenny was staring at me oh so sexy. I've seen that look before. She's in the mood. "I wanted to take you out to dinner and come back here and fuck. But I think I want to have my dessert before I have my dinner!" Jenny's lips touched mine again and our hands find each other. Our hands and fingers come together as we make out.

Jenny's gentle kisses go down my taut belly. And I moan quite girlishly. Well, I guess that happens because I'm a woman now. When I was a guy I would take the lead when we had sex, but I let her take over. She's in charge now.

As I lay back in bed I spread my legs out. Jenny pulls on my tiny thong panties and flings it away onto the floor. She traces her finger around my womanly mound. I shiver and coo in expectant ecstasy. I see her head go down on my crotch. Her long, blond hairs land on my thighs and her lips and tongue meet up on my pussy. She smacks her lips together and goes down on me.

My whole body curled up in bliss as her soft wet tongue started lapping away at my womanly parts.
Incredible jolts of joy and mind-numbing pleasure spread throughout my mind and body. It's feels way better than when I fingered myself earlier! These intense feelings is what she goes through as I have sex with her! Totally different things happen when you have sex as a man! Each level of pleasure grows larger as something builds up in my body. Jenny is working some sort of magic on me. I'm going to cum like a woman! I hear a high pitched scream, but I realize that it's coming out of me! I came and screamed like a horny little teenager.

My fingers and toes twitched as the electric waves spread all over me. I slumped back in bed. My blouse only held up by one arm, trying to fall off of me, and my leggings are down to my ankles. I'm all messy again. My girlfriend just gave me oral sex! Jenny lays next to me and holds my hand once more.

"So, how'd you like it hot stuff?" Jenny whispered in my ear. "That's just one part of sex as a woman!
We aren't done yet, not by a long shot. There's so much more I want to do with you. You're like my
cut little sexy girlfriend now."

I'm awash in a sexual afterglow. I feel so feminine and naughty. I stare back at her. Lots of things go across my mind. I want to talk to her about it, in detail. But the only words that come out of me are: "Lets do that again!"

Jenny giggles and so do I.

The Con Artists

Two men are impersonating a mother and daughter so they can get a cut of some inheritance money.

Playing some Miniature Golf

Two friends make a deal with each other. One gets to play some mini-golf and the other gets some possible sex later? They have some fun discussing while they play.

Waking Up

Waking up is so much fun when you're a girl!

Billy's Predicament

This scrawny girl used to be a boy called Billy. His troubles are just getting started.

Pleasing My Girlfriend

A couple is discussing plans for the night. Guys will be girls obviously

Samuel the IT guy

Samuel is called to work for an emergency. He is none too pleased because its his time off.

Martial Arts Practice

A transformed teen still wants to practice his karate skills even though his gender is different. His friend is there along with him.

Sorry for the lack of posting. Real life's been a little hectic lately. I actually made this a few days ago but barely had a chance to post it now. I had (and still have) car troubles, not to mention taking my dad to the hospital for an extensive check up because of him being old and a bit sickly. Not having that car really fucks up your schedule. But anyhoo. I will try to make some more stories soon. Thanks for sticking around fans and visitors!

Jenny And Jackie

Jackie is having fun teasing her new sister Jenny.

The Perfect Crime?

I'm going do another "criminal" type of caption.  was going to make this one longer, but as I was staring at the picture, I could get more done with less.

They are going to rob a bank. They've been girls for a few days now. They timed it so that they turn back to men during the hours after the escape. Pretty smart eh?

Zhou The Hitman

Zhou is pissed off that he cant kill his target anymore.

The Mural

This one came out Safe for work! A genderbent guy has a conversation with someone over his artwork.

Planning

A genderbent guy finds that plans change when your body changes too. He loves to cosplay and is deciding what to do next.

Morning Touch

A transformed guy finds it hard to stop jerking off. He couldn't stop as a guy so why stop now as a girl?

Terry and Andy

I'll post this 4chan request here on Nevemore University. Two brothers have a squirtgun fight and they decide to have some sexytime afterwards. That's more or less what the anon who requested it wanted. Also these characters are from the fighting game series King of Fighters so I decided to incorporate bits of that into the story I made. What do you guys and gals think?

Morning Meeting

A manager has a morning talk with his workers. Very business like. I go through something similar at my job. I decided to give this caption a little bit of a TG element to it.

Curse Or Blessing?

I love you mask! You've made my dreams come true! I know  you're evil and you've been cursing me since the day I got you. But your tricks have actually made my life better!

People have called you bad for a long time. But I don't think you're bad. You're perfect for me. Whatever you're doing, keep it up! I love you!

When I first found you at that anthropologist's yard sale. He couldn't even give you away! He said you were cursed But I didn't care. I thought you would look cool on my dorm wall. But you gave me a nasty splinter when I hung you up on my wall. It got infected, so when I went to the doctor to get lab and blood work, he found out I had a growth on my scrotum. It could have turned into cancer if I wasn't careful. One weekend and procedure later it was completely removed. Now I'm fit as a fiddle.

The second curse you gave me made my cheap ass car break down. The tranny was completely busted thanks to your meddling. But guess what? I found some money hidden inside the walls of my old car. I found $30,000 dollars in it! My car used to belong to some old drug dealer and he must have forgotten he had that money when he sold it to me. That dude got arrested in a drug bust and I don't think he'll ever come back for it. You busting my car let me find a nice treasure! Thanks!

Then, some time later. Your magical mumbo jumbo caused me to lose my job. I was okay with that. My job sucked anyways. Plus with all that money I found. I was thinking about quitting anyways. I was some bigshot's assistant in some corporate office. Your 'evil' magic caused some papers to get lost. I was blamed for it. Even though I had no clue how. But those missing papers somehow ended up in the dumpster where some journalists found it. Who later did some investigating. A big scandal broke out and the whole senior staff was charged with corruption and bribery. They all went to jail. And since I was fired before all of that. I didn't get in trouble. You saved me!

By now I'm sure you were pissed! You saved your worst curse for last.I would wake up each morning feeling a little bit different. I didn't feel weak. Just weird. I was getting thinner and getting funny lumps and curves. I was actually shrinking. What really freaked me out was when I woke up one day with breasts! I couldn't deny what they were. Also my hips changed dramatically and my ass became a perfect bubble butt. You cursed me into changing me into a girl didn't you, little mask?

How did you know I was gender dysphoric? I've always hated my male body. I've always wanted to be a woman. But I gave up on that dream years ago. At first I was scared of my changes but now I love it. I have a chance to become who I truly want to be. Sadly I'm going to lose my dick and balls. It looks like the operation done to me a few months back really messed up my hormones. The hospital gave me the wrong pills too. I was taking a double dose of meds that seriously messed up my male body. Even the hospital wasn't sure how that happened. But they gave me a settlement check, and will pay to remove my damaged testicles. I still have some of the car money, so I'm going to get gender re-assignment surgery in a few weeks. My friends and family totally support my changes. They are with me all the way until I truly become a woman.

So thank you Mask! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your curses are a blessing in disguise! My hero! Can I kiss you?

Plumbing

A transformed teen is trying to figure out how his body takes care of peeing now.

Yakuza's Adventure

A Yakuza is sent to retrieve some cocaine. The authorities are on his trail and he's given a gender pill to escape.

My new Pussy

A transformed man is feeling the changes in him as his genitals become something else.

Torpedoes!

A guy is discovering that having big breasts isn't all that great.

4 AM Surprise

Joaquin is woken up by his friends rustling on the floor. He is not what he used to be.

Neurotic Mom

A teen is getting scolded by his mom at the local hospital.

My make-up Job

A transformed guy isn't sure that he put some make-up on okay. But he doesn't care. He's having too much fun checking out his other new assets!

The Magic Camera

This is a 4chan request for a caption. I decided to put it here. A teen is borrowing his uncle's magic camera. He's going to have lots of fun with his transformed friends.

Brother and Loli

One brother is manipulating another into getting what he wants. Gender pills. The other brother doesn't seem to mind.

Clothes Fetishist

A genderbent guy is having too much fun with his clothes.

Caleb

I was awakened by some strange cries. Was I dreaming I thought? I've been having weird dreams all night long. I guess I'm still on edge. I opened my eyes and looked around my room. Nothing. Just my widescreen tv and my business suits hanging off my walk-in closet. My various ties and dress shoes. These shrill cries are seriously eating into what little sleep I got, I thought to myself.

Then I heard the cries again in the next room. It was almost like a baby crying. The sobbing and wails pierced my hungover'd head. I had to find it. Today is my day off and I want to sleep in.

I got up and left my room. I didn't even get dressed. I was just in my boxers. I don't need to dress for anyone. I'm in my own home. I went down the hall and searched other areas of my condo. Only to have the cries slightly ahead of me. I thought maybe it was one of my room mates kids dolls left behind? His ex-wife left them there for the weekend. No, she picked them up already. I don't think they left any toys in the place.

It was starting to frustrate me. Was my roomie playing a prank on me? He's not even here right now. He's off on his morning jog and then he hits the gym. Finally, I heard a noise. It was there in the laundry room. I've already looked all over. There's only one way in there and there's no windows. I angrily kicked the door open.

There before me on my dirty clothes hamper, next to my beat up old washing machine, there was something glowing. A baby. My heart instantly melted at the sight of this beautiful creature. I don't know who this baby was but I knew it was instantly mine. My eyes locked on to him and I couldn't let him go. My logical mind lost all meaning. I should be saying....Where did this baby come from? Who left him in my dirty clothes? Why was it glowing? How come my room mate didn't see him earlier? All these things didn't matter to me at all. I was fixated on the bundle of joy. Nothing else mattered.

I don't know how it happened but the baby was in my arms now. I lovingly kissed it on its forehead. I was gently swaying him in my arms. I hummed a few notes at him. The babies cries were long gone. It actually giggled at me. He stared at me like he knew me all of his short life. I felt the same way too. Somehow I Felt like I gave birth to him. I remember pushing him out of my belly. I was so happy. I was finally a mother. Then all of a sudden the baby glowed again!

More memories were passing through me. I had a really nice baby shower. All my family and friends were there. The day my water broke and the ambulance ride to the hospital, the day I finally got to bring him home. When I learned he had to stay a few more days. I was devastated. The death of my boyfriend just a few days before our son was born. I was still reeling from his death. My son is the only memory of him left.

I knew these memories weren't mine. But the baby in my arms was somehow re-assuring me that they were. This baby has some sort of supernatural powers. There's no other way to explain it. I want to fight it. But my motherly instincts are way too powerful. I am completely in my sons power. I am his mother after all. I have to protect him.

Suddenly my baby boy started crying again. This time it sounded different. It was a cry of hunger. I felt a need to feed my child. I looked down at my chest. I was disgusted by what I saw. I was flat as a board. I had a male chest. Sure my body was fit. I did lots of exercise and sports. But it looked so wrong. How could this male body of mine feed my boy? Why am I a male? I am a woman. I gave birth to my son dammit!

My son glowed brighter this time. Like if he was trying to fix my problem. His little yelp of hunger stirred something inside me. A sharp pain in my extremities. A warm feeling in my chest. Butterflies in my stomach. My body was changing to suit my sons needs. I was turning into something else. I knew what was happening. I wished for it. I am the little ones mom.

As I shifted my baby's weight as I held him. I noticed my arms were much more slender. My hands and fingers were no longer large and bulky male ones. But slim and gentle female digits. I looked down at my tummy. Its rough male six pack was slimming down to more feminine proportions. I was proud of my smooth skin and belly button. I worked hard to get back in shape and used lots of creme to get rid of my stretch marks. I was going to be a sexy mama even after the birth of my first child. I felt like I was getting softer all over. I liked it.

My son started glowing again. He giggled and gave out the cutest evil smile. Almost like he knew what was happening next. My nipples instantly shot out. They were huge! And they were pink and so sensitive. The cold air of the houses' A/C made my nipples twitch. My sons eyes lit up! He instinctively knew what they were. I had no choice but to guide him to my comically large teats. Why did I call them that? They are my lovely breasts that are my gift of food to my child. I guess there's one last bit of my male mind left in me. I felt disgust for a second. A baby sucking on man tits? I should discard that male thought. I don't need it now that I'm a woman.

As my son suckled on my breast. I could feel an even bigger warmth in me. I was making milk for him. My breasts were getting bigger too. I subconsciously started pulling my son farther out. I was making space for my growing breasts. I could feel my son tugging and pulling on my nipples. Somehow like if he was helping my chest expand out some more. My other growing breast seemed heavier now too. The weight of my new breasts took its toll on my back. I slouched forward. But I was happy. They were full of my mothers love. My milk. My breasts were bigger now, they've been big since I was pregnant. Now they are all his. I wanted to switch my son over to my other breast. But he was latched on to my first one and he was in no need to come off anytime soon.

It felt so fulfilling. Feeding my child. I would have never thought in a million years that I would turn into a woman let alone a mother. As my child sucked on my breast. It made me so proud that my milk was making him grow. I'm going to keep breast feeding my child indefinitely. I don't care what others think. My mission in life is to keep my child healthy, fed and happy.

As further changes spread throughout my body, I was relishing the fact that my male body was going away. I cant complain that I used to be a guy. But somehow fate and this child in my hands is telling me that my new body is what I deserve. My life as a male is over and my new life as a woman, no a mother is about to begin.

I heard a noise outside. Someone's at the door. I should go check, but I don't want to set down my hungry baby. But I was out of my lovely trance. I focused on other things around me. It was hard to look away from my child but I wanted to see other changes in my body. I knew what was happening to me was magical. But I was curious. I knew I have changed so much. But curiosity got the best of me, so I took a peek at other final changes in me.

Gone were my boxers. They were replaced by the softest purple panties I have ever seen. I'm so glad I'm wearing my favorite pair. My hips were flaring and they were quite smooth and feminine. I loved my curves. My hips were always bigger ever since I was a teen. I always filled out a good pair of jeans. My soft red hair was down to my back. I always gained lots of attention from the guys in college with my exotic red tresses. When I get some free time, I need to get it styled at a salon. I wondered if I would have any free time now that I'm a mom? I dozed off again... My son gave a particularly strong nibble all of a sudden and I accidentally bit my lip. It was much more fuller and softer. I couldn't believe how kiss-ably soft they felt......

Suddenly, the door swung open. I was startled by it. My baby opened its eyes and looked over towards the door. I did as well. Over by the door was my roomie! For a second I thought it was a total stranger. But my baby did a quick glow. It was my room mate. She must have come back early from her morning exercise routine. I totally forgot about her. I guess I was too busy feeding my son. I could see a bit of sweat on her. She had a bit of a worried face on her. I don't like her face when it's like that....

She had short brown hair and the loveliest hazel eyes. She had a perpetual redness to her cheeks. She almost looked like a grown up doll. With her small nose and sexy lips, she was many a guy's wet dream. And she was just as curvaceous as me!

We lock eyes into each other as she came closer to me. She was my old college girl friend, Paula. She's been living with me and my boyfriend. She even fucked him too. But I forgave her. We're best friends and we've shared everything. From finals papers to ex-boyfriends. But, ever since my boyfriend died she's been helping me with my pregnancy. Filling in with errands and keeping me company. Especially the keeping company part. I never knew I could be a lesbian until one night when I was still utterly devastated that my boyfriend was gone and I couldn't have my son either. She gave me a sympathy fuck but it turned into something much more. Our relationship changed that night. I couldn't believe how we compliment each other now.

As she came closer to me she took off her top too. She was wearing the cross necklace I gave her. It was like a promise ring. It nestled nicely between her own breasts. Her large breasts were laden with milk too. It was funny and strange. She started lactating a few days after I brought my son home from the hospital. I guess having a baby in the home does that. She's fed him before too. I didn't mind. My son is a growing boy. My son stopped sucking my my nipple and giggled. He was happy to see her as well. She was relived too. All her worries went away when she saw the babies cute smile.

"Give me the boy and let me burp him. He has the habit of just drinking milk. We need to show him that he needs to stop and breathe." She grabbed the baby and held her closer in her arms as well. The baby was partially over her shoulder. The baby kicked her breasts a little. She then patted the baby until he let out a satisfying burp. I was sad for a second but I knew my son was in safe arms. I rubbed my sore breast. The cool air of the room soothed it a bit.

"So... Mary, has our son put more memories in your head? I felt new memories kick in the minute I walked into our home. Look, he's doing it right now!" The baby was softly glowing again. Other changes were happening again. But this time it was the whole room. It was no longer the laundry room, but a nursery. My sons bed room. It was filled with everything he could ever need. Toys, a rocking chair and a ton of diapers and necessities.

"What is he? I mean my son? No...Your son?" I was confused. Somehow that last glow made me doubt my mind. He is my son, yet I somehow feel that he's Paula's son too? I stepped back. I felt dizzy. I was glad Paula was holding the baby. I would have died if he fell from my arms. I used his crib to hold myself up.

"I'm sorry to have to put you through this roomie. But, you see, my family... we're a race of magical immortals. We live among you but we are not human. We do our best not to interfere with humanity. I've been countless people over the centuries. I kinda enjoyed being a man these past few decades.... But now, I'm a woman again."

I was confused. And rightfully so! Somehow me being told this, brought back some memories of being a man. It felt like a lifetime ago. I was a successful stock broker and trader. But I couldn't go back. I didn't want to go back.

"You see every ten thousand years a new immortal life is brought into existence. They are born out of nothingness but require everything once they come to Earth. The newborn child has immeasurable power and reality bends to its whim. We have no clue where they pop up. The only thing we do know is that they are attracted to other immortals. We immortals have been on alert this past century. It was just fate that it appeared next to me this morning. I had to leave and report the arrival to my siblings. I'm sorry I had to leave you alone. You were caught in its birth as well." I could see Paula take a deep breath after that long winding speech. Her movements were feminine and quite sexy.

"So is the baby really mine?" I was trembling and I was scared. I felt like some sort of puppet. "All those memories... Are they real or just lies forced upon me by my son? Who can change reality?"

"They are real if you want them to be Mary." Paula said "If you deny them, you will only cause yourself pain. And it will hurt your child. Newborn immortals need a human anchor and another immortal to physically latch into this dimension. If you deny your son now, it will hurt his development here on Earth. I cant stand to see my son get hurt. And I'm sure you feel the same too."

She was right. I love my son so much. I cant bear to hurt even one hair on his head. I don't care if he's some magical space being from another dimension! I stroke his soft fuzzy head as Paula gently caresses him as well. The baby is getting fussy. I can tell its getting hungry again. "Our son is hungry again Paula. Do you want to feed him this time?"

"No Mary, as much as I want to feed him, he needs to be with you all day. He needs to bond more with you. Your time on Earth is short. Teach him about human morals and your mortality. He is here to learn from all of us. He is a child of the Earth now. You need to show him a true mother's love. I'll be raising him soon enough. But for now he's all yours. Enjoy it Mary"

Paula passes him back to me. I hold my son in my arms. And gently lead him back to my other swollen breast. It's loaded full of milk, all for my son to ingest. His soft baby lips and tongue connect with my breast. A prideful feeling of joy and contentment swarms all three of us. We are a family now. We've been a family. My boy, cradled in my arms is the greatest thing I could ever want.

My boy glows once again. A thought forms in my head. No doubt brought on by my baby.....

"Caleb, his name will be Caleb." I said aloud.