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.

Convince a Friend

A guy wants to become a girl, and wants his friend to join him. But he's a professional crosdresser, and he likes being a guy. What will happen next?

Changes In Front of a Mirror

A young teen changes gender yet again. He enjoys his changes as he sees himself in front of a mirror.

Girly Prisoner

I wish the people who invented gender change would just die. My life is ruined because of it. I'm stuck in this gender nightmare.

My new step-mom is evil. I have no love for her. She feels the same way about me too. Step-mom found online some gender pills. She forces me to take them. She finds any excuse to turn me into a girl. My dad is gone for months at a time, and she always times it right so when he's back, I'm a boy again. She's getting away with it, and I cant do anything.

I used to go to school, but now I'm home schooled. I miss my friends. I'm a prisoner in her home now. Now a days the only time I get to go out, is when I'm a girl. At first I dreaded going out as a girl. But now I just tolerate it. I cant give her the thrill of me freaking out anymore. Step-mom loves to tease me with my name, Sam. It's short for Samuel but she just calls me Samantha now. I hate it.

But, these last few days I was a boy. I enjoyed it, even though I know it wont last long. Step-mom didn't change me because dad was going to call me to see how I'm doing. I liked when he called. I can truly be myself when he calls me. I want to tell him how horrible Step-mom is, but he just tells me I'm not used to a new mom. I love my dad, but he's too dense. He quickly remarried once mom died. He said he did it for me. Thanks, dad.

I did my best not to get in trouble, but Step-mom found a petty excuse to punish me. She's a stickler for etiquette. I was about to take a bite of dinner and she saw me use the wrong fork on the dinner table. That was enough to piss her off! She angrily sent me to bed with no dinner. The only thing in my stomach was the stupid pill she forced me to drink before our meal.

She told me to get dressed before I went to bed. I went to my bedroom and undressed myself. I look around my girlish room. There are things here that belonged to some other girl. Probably Step-mom's other long gone daughter. I pulled out a pair of lavender pajamas and a pair of white panties. I would have freaked out over wearing such girly things, but after a few months, I got used to it. I hate to admit, but I'm starting to like the feel of my soft panties on my butt. I thought about wearing a bra, but there's no need to, since I'm going to bed. I glance over at the clock, it's 7pm. It's still too early for any normal boy my age to go to bed.

I switch off the light and lay in bed. I feel the changes speeding up. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep. But I'm only kidding myself. I haven't had a good night sleep since I moved here. In the darkness my body was changing. I felt my hair getting longer ever since I put on my sleepwear. Laying on my pillow, my bangs were creeping down my forehead. My softening body was reacting to my silky clothes. It felt too good.

It's always uncomfortable when your muscles start stretching. I noticed that when I turn into a girl, I get a little taller. My joints rub together and my body feels warmer. My fingers and toes wiggle and pop as they change shape. I take care not to scratch myself with my longer nails. My body is too
sensitive. I am hearing the creaks and coils of my bed shifting. My hips and butt are growing. My frilly underwear is stretching along with my growing butt. My boyish hips are no more.

I'd gotten used to the weird pulls and tickles on my face as well. I could tell it was becoming more girlish. My lips changed. Dry, cracked lips turned softer. my eyelashes feel heavier, and my eyebrows thinning. I am strangely proud of my girly features. I know it pisses off Step-mom, but I look like a
young version of my real mom. I had a old picture of her, but she found where I was hiding it. I was furious when she tore it up and threw it away in front of me. But whenever I look in the mirror, I see mom staring back at me. Even though she's gone, I feel like Mom is still with me.

Now I'm starting to feel that oh so familiar tickle on my chest. It's another thing I hate to admit, but it just feels too good. I lift my arms up. My slender fingers begin to unbutton my top. I pull it apart and let my chest be exposed to the cool night air. My boy nipples are growing bigger and pointier. Right below them, my new flesh is appearing. I can feel the tingles and throbs right above my ribs. I can feel my chest growing out farther and higher. That returning familiar weight is comforting. The warmness from my growing breasts spreads out all over my body.

There's a tingle in the back of my brain. Like if it's telling me that this is good. And I think it is. Finally, my boobies stop growing. They cant get any bigger, for now. My hands gravitate towards them. My nipples are in shock from my cold hands. I trace the outline of my boobies with my hands. My slender fingers caress the smoothness of my chest, the soft gap between them. My hands are warming up as I massage my boobies. There's enough there for my hands to cup. I bite my lip and hold back a muffled moan. I dare not hope to alert Step-mom. I fear for what punishments she might think of seeing me touch my girly body this way.

That same tingly feeling I had in my chest now moved down between my legs. My pee pee is going away. These last few months I hardly noticed it. I just use it for going to the bathroom. It just dangles there. I even forgot how to pee standing up. I've done it more as girl now, that as a boy, I sit down to pee. I guess other boys would miss their thing being gone, I still don't know what to think.

I felt two painful throbs and jerks down in my balls. It feels like my balls are deflating. Whenever I turn into a girl my pee pe... I mean dick hurts as the muscles in it dissolve away. When I used to go to
school, other kids there told me about the fun things you can do with your dick. They called it 'jacking off'. I've been a girl now more often than a boy lately and I wonder if I can ever do it.

As my boy genitals go away, I feel a strange, heavy puffiness down there. Girl parts feel weird. I guess it would feel that way when there's pills that can change you.....Oh no! I hear some creaking coming up the stairs. I think it's Step-mom coming to check up on me. I'd better pull the sheets over me. I turn to my side and curl into the fetal position. The door slowly opens, The light from the hallway passes through my closed eyelids. I stay quiet and breathe softly. Like if I was sleeping. Her head is poking through the door. I could feel the hateful energy of Step-mom. I am still an annoyance to her. She whispers something to herself and quietly closes the door. Her heeled steps fade away toward her bedroom. I can tell she's planning to do something to me tomorrow. Something girly and embarrassing.

As I lay on my side, my hands are now closer to my girl parts. I can feel a little slit between my legs. My balls and dick are completely gone now. I thought about jacking off. I don't have boy parts anymore though. But I do have my girl parts now. The way things are going, I may never get a chance to jack off as a boy. Step-mom would find out and kill me. She would permanently turn me into a girl. I may as well do it as a girl. She cant punish me anymore than she already has.

I stick my fingers under my panties. My fingers find new things down there. I had been afraid in the past of doing this. But this time I have nothing to lose. I find a hole and I start rubbing. My soft fleshy parts feel good when I touch them. My finger goes deeper in, as it does this my whole body trembles. This feels better than when I touch my boobies. Is this how girls jack off? I pull my fingers in and out of my hole. I rub furiously. Each time it feels better. I do my best not to moan so loudly, but a few oohs and ahhs escape. Suddenly, my body tenses up. All my nerves go off at once. The greatest feeling ever washes through me. My head turns and I scream loudly into my pillow. My bodily high fades away and I finally sleep fitfully.

As I drift into sleep, naughty thoughts pass through my mind. I can touch my body every night like this. Step-mom doesn't have to know. It feels so good and I have to do it again. I just cant get caught. Step-mom wants me to be a girl. I'll be that. I'll be the perfect girl. If it means touching myself and feeling this good, then why be a boy? I'll make her spend too much money on me. Dad will notice that. When dad comes home, he wont see his son Samuel but his daughter Samantha. He'll go nuts and finally leave Step-mom.

That's how I'll get my revenge on her. She gave me no choice. Time will tell if I can be a boy again. I have to play the part of girl for a while longer. I just hope dad can forgive me for giving up on my boy side......

I finally enter dreamland. Tomorrow will be a new day for me. My plan starts then.

The Prosty

This guy in whatever form sells his body. He's just changed back and wonders what to do next.

Mobster Mom

A mobster will spend some quality time with his son after he got in trouble at his job.

Helpful Big Sis

A big sister helps his little brother experience the other side. 

Office Escape

A stressed out office worker takes some time off.

My transformed Little Brother

Sexy little brother trap! OMG!

Art Subject

Well, here I am. Redder than a tomato. I'm getting stared at by the whole art class. Some are already doing portraits of me and others are waiting. Miss Arania, the art teacher wanted to do something totally crazy and different for this semester's art exhibit. A plan was hatched, we all agreed to stick to the plan and not back out. The whole class was excited. All the guys in class got together. we lined up and drew straws from a can. Unfortunately, I lost. There was some cheering fighting and bickering. Some classmates were joking and pointing saying, 'it should have been this guy.' Others breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Miss Arania brought out a needle with some fluid and two girls brought out a pair of sexy lingerie. I was dragged behind a partition. Miss Arania said "Are you ready?" I  nodded silently. The teach poked me with that needle and the fluid entered my veins. The two girls started to strip me. They left me in my underwear and told me to take it off as well. One told me to put on the lingerie. I reluctantly agreed. This whole scene was the bet. The loser would change sex and the whole class would draw a portrait of him. Well here goes nothing....

I stepped out of the partition. Dressed in those skimpy underthings. It was ridculously small. The elastic was digging into my back. Most of my classmates were whistling and cat calling. A few were fake gagging. Miss Arania told the class to settle down. Everyone was staring at me. I'm sure many were focused on my tiny panties. The few steps I took towards the stool seemed to take forever and each step was agonizing. My balls were trying to escape my tiny panties. My bush down there made the panties puff out a quite a bit. They could see my boner poking through the top. My naugthy purple head saying hello to everyone. My chest looked ridiculous with the frilly bra trying to cover my pecs. As I sit down, I tried to adjust myself on the stool, but I had a hard time trying to get comfortable. Many looked inspired and were already drawing stuff. Others were laughing at my expense.

But everyone soon shut up. I started hearing some whispers. Some were saying, "it's starting." I saw looks of awe and a litle fear from some of the guys. I felt some twitching in my back and some tingling in my legs. I did my best to try to stay still. I knew classmates hated it when subjects moved. I could feel my arms and legs starting to shrink. I could feel my hairs falling off of me and growing in other places. I heard a classmate say "Look! His hair changed color!" Others were furiously trying to draw and paint what they were seeing. For a second, I had a hard time breathing. I took one final deep breath and as the air left my body, I felt much smaller. My bra didnt feel as tight as it did before. I glanced down and it looked to be a perfect fit on my now smaller frame. My eyes went back up. I tried to distract myself by staring at a picture on a wall, I had a hard time trying to focus on it. "I heard another one say "Look, her eyes went blue." There was some tingling in my nostrils, and I reactively sneezed. My face winced. I shifted on the stool. And I heard a gasp and someone shouted 'FUCK!' "What happened?" I said. I was surprised by my words, "Wow, that came out in a girly voice." A guy threw his sketchbook in anger and picked it up. "I'm sorry, it's just that your face changed so suddenly, it totally threw off my sketch. Now I have to start all over." A girl shouted, "Quit being a drama queen and lets focus on our real queen!" Everyone laughed; they went back to doing art and staring at me. Somehow as I was sitting on the chair, it didn't feel as uncomfortable anymore. My butt got bigger! My hand was on my thigh and I could feel the smoothness of my leg. My legs had a definite feminine shape now. I glance down at my feet and I wiggled my toes.

My transformation kept everyone'e eyes focused on me. I saw many determined faces and some lewd stares. It embarrassed me greatly. But once again, the whole class got louder and more rowdy when my breasts started to appear. One male classmate got closer to me. He was drawing something in his sketchbook. Others were telling him to step back. But he didn't listen. He got really close to me and took a peek down at my itchy chest. I could see the nasty look in his eyes and he furiously drew away. He got a first hand view of my chest filling out my cups. "Can you please sit down?" I pleaded. I accidentally focused on his pants. The fucking dude had a serious boner! Miss Arania started walking toward us. But a girl in the class got ahead of her, she got close. She tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned around, she smacked him. "Go sit down before we make you sit down, You nasty perv!" The class cheered again! "You're doing a great Job, Owen!" A girl shouted. That made me smile. There was  the feeling of  gentle tugging on the smooth fabric of my bra as my breasts finally stopped growing. I'm glad it stopped. I thought it was going to burst. I breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as that experience was over, a new one was starting down in my crotch. I felt a pain behind my stomach. There was a tickling sensation in my bladder. Organs were forming and shifting inside of me. It was a little painful. It was harder to try and stay still. On the outside, I knew my boner was long gone.  Everything else felt much smaller down there. The panties no longer felt as tight anymore. I couldn't feel my balls either.  My whole body started feeling  itchy down there and I couldn't stand it. "I'm sorry," I said, "but I have to do this." I stood up off the stool. My hand went down to my panties and I scratched myself.  I'm sure it wasn't very ladylike. One guy that was staring intently said, "Your dick's going away isn't it?" I gave him that look and he understood." My hand was rubbing myself down there and I was pulling out lots of pubes. Some looked at me in disgust; it was relieving me, and I couldn't help it. I shook my hands and there was now plenty of old hair falling on the floor. As I did it for one last time, I hit something new down there. It was wet and It sent a sharp buzz that went all over my hips. I moaned in pleasure. My body shivered and my classmates knew it. Miss Arania grunted and cleared her throat. Half the class reacted. They looked at each other and back at me.  I turned very red again. I couldn't believe that I did that. In front of the whole class. Looking left and right, I saw my classmates. All eyes were on me; I started to fidget and get nervous. I was in a panic. A cute classmate of mine jumped up out of her chair and went towards me. She gave me a long embracing hug. She looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm sorry we forced you. You are very beautiful and you don't deserve to be humiliated like this. When class is over, I'll show you what it really means to be a woman. Her comforting words calmed me down. I felt much better now. I went back to the stool and resumed my pose for my classmates so they can finish their work. Another girl came towards me. She put some flowers in my hair. "Much better" she said. She winked at me, and kissed me on the cheek. She whispered in my ears "welcome to womanhood." I knew some classmates heard that. One guy shouted and cheered. I heard someone say "lucky bastard" and there was more chatter.  My classmates went back to work.

Finally after a few hours, class was done. Miss Arania had a tracksuit ready for me to wear home. Everyone was packing up. Miss Arania was happy as well. She was already planning on showing off an exhibit of me! I got to see lots of artwork of myself. There was some really nice stuff. Some was pretty abstract. They had artwork of me from beginning to end. I felt proud, I think I unintentionally gave my classmates a good show. There was a vibrant atmosphere as classmates were sharing their work. I hugged and shook hands with my classmates. It was time to go. Well, as for me, I got a double date tonight with Brenda and Erica. They promised me that we were going to have a fun time. They want a private art lesson with me. I totally agree.

James' Nightmare

James gets vivid dreams sometimes.