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.

My brother, My lover

Lets have another one! Now this one sure came out lewd. A brother is caught being a crossdresser and is now the slave to the other. He introduces a gender pill into the situation.

The New soccer Player

This one came out quite safe for work. It happens! A coach changes gender of a school student to help the girls soccer team win an important game. The teen has lots of incentives to go along with his coach's plan.