Drinking Shots With My Room Mate

Two college guys are getting drunk together.  But one of them is a girl at the moment. Use your imagination to figure out what happens next.....

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.

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! :)

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.

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?

My new Pussy

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

Brother and Loli

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

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.

As I change in the Shower

A man has had the taste of gender change already and decides on doing it again. He describes the changes in himself as he's taking a shower.

Horny Teens Home Alone

A guy is called over to visit his friends house. And he finds out that once he gets there, its about to get more complicated.

Taxi Ride

I know $2000 will go a long way to pay off my tuition. But I shouldn't have replied to that Kregslist ad. It promised easy money for people willing to do some special requests. I wonder how many other people have done it already? What are those special requests about? I didn't think it through, and I fear it's already too late.

I should have done something. But I didn't. After a few emails with some anonymous person, we made an agreement. Money has already been wired to my account and there's nothing I can do. I shouldn't have, but I've spent most of the money already. I paid off a good chunk of my debt with it. But, I've gone too far now. I cant pay them back even if I tried. And soon someone will be here to collect.

I shudder to think what they would do if I bail on this. If someone can give out that much money so easily, they must have a lot of power. I cant disappear. They'll probably find me and kill me. I hate to admit it, but this has mafia written all over it.

One day, there was a strange knock at my door. I opened it and found nobody. I looked down and on my doorstep was a package with a little note and a cellphone. It was from them. The note said I was to wait for a text and do what it said. A few days passed and nothing happened. I foolishly thought I was in the clear. Maybe it was a prank after all? Some of my fellow college students making a serious prank. But late that night, the phone buzzed.

The text said to get showered and wait for a taxi to honk three times. A few hours later, that dreaded taxi arrived. I meekly got out of my apartment. I looked around for anything or anyone suspicious. The night was quiet and no one was around. All I saw was a huge old school yellow taxi, idling. In the darkness I saw two people in it.

A fat, greasy man exited the back seat of the taxi. He told me to get aboard. He was scary looking. And his voice had the typical mafia accent you hear on TV. "Swallow this pill." he said. He handed me a bottled water and I ingested the pill. I heard the locks on taxi automatically close as it hastily sped off.

As I sat there in the car, the fat mafia guy pulled out a dark bag and put it over my head. "I cant wait to see how you turn out." His creepy voice said. I wonder what he meant? I wanted to say something, but I've seen enough movies to know that I should shut up and do as they say.

With the bag over my head, I could tell we were going somewhere far out of town. I don't know what was in that pill, but strange things were happening to me. I felt strange tickles and throbs all over my body. My body felt too warm. When the car would reach a stop light, the abrupt breaking made me dizzy. I could feel my body get all jiggly.

Even though I was blindfolded, I could feel the eyes of the guy sitting next to me. It's like he was undressing me. His heavy breathing and wheezing suggested that he was probably one heart attack away from death. He turned away for a second. I could hear him dialing to someone on a cellphone. I could hear his excess button pressing as he corrected himself and finally his call went through.

"Yes, he's changing" I could hear him say. What am I changing into? I wonder. My body still hasn't stopped feeling weird. Whatever is happening to me is speeding up. My dress shirt felt loose and itchy on me. And My pants were loose on my waist yet tight around my hips. My butt felt heavy too. "Shall I take him to the usual place?" I couldn't hear the voice on the other line. I shudder to think where or what that place is.

As the car hit a big pothole, I got a nasty cramp in my belly. I tried my best not to throw up. I don't want to puke all over the bag on me. Were my stomach pains because of my fears about what would happen to me or something else?

When the taxi hit the freeway, someone lowered down the window a bit. Through the cloth on my head I could see streetlights woosh by. I could feel the cold night outside. The wind from the open window was rattling the pane, I felt cold. It felt wrong. My nipples were throbbing. I thought I was used to the cold. But my jaw was shivering. I could feel the guy sitting next to me, he was up to something.

"Fuck it. I've got to see this!" I heard the fat man say. I felt the seat shift and the guy used his hands to tear apart open my shirt. My cold chest was exposed to the night air drifting in. His fat fingers were touching me. He stroked my shoulder and he pinched my puffy nipples on my chest. I let out a girly moan. Was that my voice? What's this fat pervert going to do to me?

As the fat man continued to grab at my chest, I felt my chest expand outward. Almost like his touch was inflating me. It felt so good. But my chest kept getting heavier. His greasy hands was holding more and more flesh. Mine. It was soft and heavy. Almost like breasts.....Wait! Why do I have breasts? I'm a guy? I snap out of it. I try to push him off me. But I have no strength.

The fat man responded by getting more aggressive. I could feel his weight on me. He unlatches my loosening belt. I have no way to stop him. he's trying to get into my pants! His fat fingers caressed my smooth stomach. His touch sent shivers all over my sensitive body. This is disgusting, why is my body responding to his advances? This guy must be gay and I'm sure he's drugged me.

Then the fat pervert's hands went down my boxers! I was scared. It looks like I'm getting raped here in some beat up old taxi. I felt sick. I couldn't believe I was aroused by some fat dude trying to get into my pants. His hand grazed my engorged dick. I had the weirdest boner ever. It felt like nothing I've ever had before. My balls felt like they were imploding. My crotch felt like it was tearing apart. I was panting heavily under my cloth bag. I felt strange new sensations. I let out a feminine scream! I thought I came, but nothing came out of my dick. I fell back on the seat as the fat pervert still had his way with me.

My muffled scream got the attention of the taxi driver and I heard the car swerve around. I heard a truckers horn honk at us. The taxi finally slows down on the side of the road. I could hear the gravel thrown by the tires as it finally came to a stop.

The fat pervert didn't care that the car came to a stop. I could still feel him on me. I was trying to get my bearings together. I know I came but, it was like nothing I've ever felt before. My aroused body could hear everything. Even under the cloth bag. The taxi's blinker, crickets out in the grass, the fat perverts zipper coming down. The door opening,  A gun cocking.

"What are you doing you fat motherfucker?" The other voice said. It was the taxi driver.

"Shut up and drive!" The pervert slurred. "I'm gonna fuck this bitch!"

"You fat, fucking moron!" The driver spat. "Do you have any idea what your fucking doing? You're not supposed to rape the goods. That pussy is taken already. I am not going to face the boss because of your fucking cock!" The taxi driver pulls the trigger and a bullet is shot into the darkness. "The next bullet wont miss," the driver hissed.

I felt like a piece of meat. I know I've been saved only to find out that something worse may come later. The fat pervert gets off me, not before giving my now big breasts a huge squeeze and kissing my neck. I could feel his fat neckbeard as he slobbered on my clavicle. I could hear him angrily mutter some things to himself as he went back to his seat. The taxi driver seemed to hate that last bit of defiance from the fat man. I heard metal hit flesh. I could only guess that the taxi driver hit the fat pervert with his gun. I could tell that the fat mafia man was slumped over the seat.

The taxi driver comes around to where I'm sitting. He tries to fix me up. He buttons up my shirt, but these new breasts of mine are too big. The shirt strains, buttons pop off and it's too torn up to be closed now. I could feel him grabbing me and sitting me back upright on the seat. I felt so small and feminine now. I can feel him hovering outside my door.

"I'm sorry Daniel. Yeah we know who you are. We've been spying on you for the past few days. But this fat fuck here couldn't hold it in much longer. He loves transformed males. He gets his kicks fucking newly made women like you. Our boss told me to keep an eye on him. He's been in trouble before. He's damaged other goods already. Boss gave him one more chance and he blew it. Now this fat fuck has made it harder for us to finish the job. Did he pork you?"

"Ummmm, No." My voice sounded so feminine. Nothing like the voice I used to have. "He touched my dick I think."

"Daniel," The taxi driver said. "you don't have a dick anymore. You're completely a woman now. The pill we gave you earlier changed your sex. Virginity is a hot commodity right now. Your female virginity that is. There are people out there that will pay top dollar for your snatch. Now adays, it's so hard to find adult women who haven't been fucked yet. We supply our clients with special girls like you. Some don't care that the woman they're fucking used to be a man. Others do. We've been spying on you to see that you live a healthy lifestyle. You may be poor and broke right now, but you don't have any diseases and that's a plus with us. Now it's up to you Daniel. We've already paid you. Now it's your turn to fulfill our agreement. Is your pussy for sale? Or is your pussy for sale?"

I thought about it for what seemed an eternity. I really did have no choice. I'm still their prisoner. I took a deep breath. "Am I stuck as a woman forever now?" I asked. Damn, I love the sound of my feminine voice. "How can I be sure I'll be set free once this is done?" I want to sound confident but my new voice sounds deliciously slutty.

I could hear the taxi driver grab the phone from the fat pervert. He then spoke, "The pill we gave you lasts about three days. You'll be back to your ordinary life by then. No one will believe you that you changed your sex and you sold your body. You could go to the cops, but it's best to keep your mouth shut. Some transformed men when they change a second time into women may get their virginity back. If you like money and sex, maybe you'll come back to us? I haven't seen your face yet. But your body looks damn sexy. No wonder why this fat tub of shit wanted to pork you. Think about it as we drive to our safe house. I have to change some things now that this idiot here thought with his dick and now lost his job security."

The fat pervert. stayed eerily quiet.

I heard the taxi driver dial another phone number. He closed my door and walked around to the drivers seat. "Plans have changed, Meet me in safe house D," The taxi driver said into the phone. "Have our client meet us there. Have Ruffo come to the safehouse too. It looks like Gregory here is about to meet Mr. Benzini for the last time." Trembling fear escaped from Fat Gregory, as he sat next to me. I thought he was knocked out. But he was just being quiet. I don't think he's going to do anything to me now. The taxi burned rubber and dirt chunks flew off as it sped back on the freeway.

The Taxi driver was still on the cellphone. I could hear him getting chewed out by whoever was on the other line. "I couldn't help it boss." I heard him say. "The goods now knows her options. Isn't it
better that she knows anyways?" After some more apologies, and words from the other line. The taxi driver finally hung up. I heard him curse a few words.

After a few more miles of driving and amid the quiet silence, the taxi slowed down. I could hear an automatic gate open up somewhere and the car slowly drove in. In the distance you could hear steam and banging pipes. The back doors came open and some men grabbed Gregory and me. I don't think I'll see him again. One of them easily lifted me and I offered no resistance. I know better.

The men led me down some hallway into another room. Somewhere along the way I lost my shoes. It's not like they fit me anymore. My breasts and butt jiggle with each heavy step of the man who carried me. I could hear more banging pipes and steam escaping somewhere. It's like I'm in some sort of factory. A heavy door creaks open. One of the men sets me down and unties the cloth bag on my head. I could feel my big butt on the cold metal floor. Another man leaves a plastic bag on the floor near me. The heavy door shuts back again, I hear a click as it locks.

I wait a few minutes. I stay still. I am trying to listen, to hear if anyone else is the room with me. But I'm all by myself. I take the bag off my head. Through the dim light, strands of blueish-gray hair fall back on my head. My hair is no longer brown. My soft hair is a strange shade I've never seen before.

My soft slender hands caress the features on my face. I can feel thin eyebrows and large eyes on me. My cheeks are soft and I have a feminine chin and nose. I haven't seen myself in a mirror yet, but I
know I'm beautiful.

I wobbly stand up. Once again I feel strange curves and jiggles on me. I stretch out my hands and pop my back. I feel the weight of my big chest on me. My body posture is completely feminine.

I look at the rest of my surroundings. I'm in some empty storage room with lots of pipes. The room is pretty dark with only some weak fluorescent light coming out of the wall. I walk towards the plastic bag placed on the floor near me. I am surprized by the way I walk now. My feminine hips put a little sway in my step now. My pants are almost falling off. I could feel my thighs rubbing together with each step.

I try to bend down and grab the bag. But I'm not used to my feminine proportions. My floppy breasts poke through my torn dress shirt. I almost fall forward on my face. I stand back up and decide to bend down on my knees. I grab the plastic bag, I slowly step towards the wall where there's the most light.

I open the bag and I find a note again with some written instructions.

PUT ON THE LINGERIE AND OWN IT. GET USED TO IT. THERE IS MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM. THE GUY WHO PAID FOR YOU LOVES A SEXY WOMAN IN SKIMPY UNDERTHINGS. HE IS PERSONALLY COMING FOR YOU. HIS HELICOPTER SHOULD BE ARRIVING IN AN HOUR OR TWO. DO NOT TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU BEFORE. DO NOT RUIN THE FANTASY FOR HIM OR IT WILL GO BAD FOR YOU. OBEY HIM AND YOU WILL HAVE A GOOD TIME AS WELL. HE OWNS YOUR PUSSY NOW AND IT IS YOUR JOB TO GIVE IT TO HIM.

I hold up the purple undergarments, and I look down on my clothes. They are very dirty and they smell like Fat Gregory's sweat. I gag a little and hastily take them off. My dusty dress shirt is flung to the floor. I look down on my large pendulous breasts. The cold air in the room makes my huge nipples poke out. I look at my new bra and I inspect it. The cups look too small. But there's nothing else for me to wear. I use my dainty fingers and adjust the plastic and the straps that will go over my feminine shoulders. I make them go out as far as they can. I ease the garment onto my chest. The soft satin kisses my nipples. I place my hands though the openings. After a few tries, I finally get the hooks to close on my back. My breasts look even bigger being held up by my bra. The weight of them digs into the thin straps on my shoulders.

Now it's on to my pants. My poor old male pants look ridiculous on my wide hips. The pants button was torn off now. Probably still on the taxi. I wiggle off my old khakis. I take off one foot first and then the other. I'm somehow getting better with my balance now that I have my bra on. I have firm thighs and legs. They are the hottest pair of legs I've seen on any girl. I take off my old dirty white socks, the soles were turned gray from the dirty floor of the room. My sexy toes wiggle on the cold metal floor. I wonder what type of shoes will fit my smaller feet?

The last part of me that proved I was a guy was my boxers. My dick has been gone for a while, now I have a pussy. It is an alien feeling. To have my genitals become something else. Fat Gregory was the first to awaken my femininity. It sickens me to admit it, but it felt good. Beneath these worn out old boxers, my womanhood awaits. I shudder to think that all of this is my fault. And it is. Because I wanted some easy money, I am now in this situation. Someone bought me. In a few hours some dude is going to stick his dick in my virgin pussy and have his way with me. When I remove these boxers and put on those panties, my ordinary life is over.

I look at my trembling hands as I pull down my boxers. I can only hope that what the taxi driver told me was true. Will I ever put back my underwear as a man? I grab the tiny, silky purple panties. I pull one of my legs up higher and put my toes through my new underwear. My legs follow. I pull up my new panties. I have to shimmy them up as they reach my hips. I pull the elastic farther out and I let them go. A satisfying snap is heard as my panties hug my waist. My gentle, sloping hips make it look like it was meant to wear them. I adjust them one last time. Soft fabric caresses my ass and covers my new pussy. My womb twitches in anticipation.

I am now a woman, from head to toe. This dark room is where I'm reborn. The fluorescent lights from the room flicker as I ponder my new fate.

I have no choice. I must be as feminine as I can. If I must service a man, then so be it. Memories of all the porn I've watched since I was a teen come to me. I must do what the girls in those videos do. I stop and think about it for a second. Maybe it wont be so bad? As long as the man is not fat and ugly like Gregory then maybe I can have fun too. My survival depends on this.

As I lean back on the wall, I doze off into sleep. I don't want to, but my eyelids are so heavy. I hear a pipe dripping in the dark room somewhere. I can only guess that it's two or three in the morning. The drips slowly lull me to a dreaming darkness.

I'm ready for anything.

Horny Customer

An assistant manager has a hard time trying to deal with a horny customer.

Grocery Store Voyeur

A transformed teen takes his friend along for a fun time in public

A jealous Change

A young man sees his older brother transform and he does the same too.

Dat Ass!

Another university student takes the gender challenge. I love that ass in this pic!

Cosplay Quickie

More of Allen's cosplay friends are taking the plunge.

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.

Allen's Self Exploration

I have the weekend to myself.  No distractions, no classmates, no tests, nothing.  I've decided to take my own formula just for my own personal pleasure.  Just me and my body.  I've set up some mirrors and my videocamera to record everything.

I took my pill and laid back in bed. I felt a gurgle in my stomach and I started to feel that tingling that always happens. I felt a pulling sensation on my head and my hair started getting longer and longer. I felt a little uncomfortable with my head on my pillow, so I sat up and all my new hair cascaded down to my butt. I could feel my new bangs falling down on my forehead as well. I used my fingers to part my hair from my face, and I rubbed my forehead with my arm. A lot of my eyebrow hairs fell out and stuck to my hands. I now had thinner womanly ones. I faced the camera and I could see myself in the LCD screen. I felt some twitching in my nose and I could see my nostrils flaring and start changing into a more upturned feminine nose. I can feel now my cheeks and muscles underneath it starting to change. I felt a strange pinching feeling in my eyes. It's my eyeballs pushing out of my sockets but at the same time my bones making space for them. I winced my eyes in pain. As I opened them, I could see my new piercing blue eyes!  My eyeballs felt a little dry and I closed them to try to make a few tears. I opened my eyes and they felt a little heavier. I now had some long, pretty eyelashes on me. I wink at the camera. I'm turned on by what's happening to me and I know I'm going to be very beautiful this time.  At the same time my jaw and teeth and chin started changing. It hurt as my new teeth were crowded in my mouth. My lower half of my face was mismatched, and it hurt for a second but it righted itself. I could feel some tightening in my neck and my adams apple was dissolving away. My vocal cords were changing. I tried to speak a few words but it was a little tough. I made some swallowing motions. I opened and closed my mouth for a bit and it felt a little dry. I moved my tongue around and I licked the roof of my mouth. "Hi there sexy" I said as I stared at the camera. I was finally able to say a few words and my voice was now a few octaves higher.

As I see myself in my camera, I notice that my face does not match my body. But only for a little bit. It looks like my male body is now catching up to my female face.  My skin starts to lighten and it starts to smooth out.  I remember my elbows and knees feeling a little rough. But with past transformations, my skin has remained very smooth in many areas. Even when I was a guy.  My shoulders feel very light now.  As I lay on my bed, I could feel my shoulder blades get smaller. My muscles are twitching with all these changes in my body.  I've gotten used to these pulses already. And it looks like my body has as well. It's not as painful as it used to be. I lift up my new thinner arms and the few armpit hairs that I had fell out again. I see a familiar feminine armpit and a soft girly smoothness between my pecs and arms.  My muscles on my chest tense up. I hear a soft crunching noise as my ribs start to contract. It pushed some air out of me when I breathed out.  I reactivly coughed, and as my hands went closer to my mouth, I could see my fingernails rapidly grow out farther. My smooth palms wiped a little spit off my new pouty lips. I extend my hands and look at my fingertips, they look sharp and very pinkish. My wrists were getting thinner too and my hands are getting smaller.  My fingers felt a little stiff and I joined my hands together and popped them. My knuckles make a satisfying sound.

I looked down at my lower half, and I could see the subtle expansions my waist was doing.  Each time my hips got bigger, I could see my stomach caving in. My male belly is smoothing itself out into beautiful, womanly curves. My butt is getting softer. I can feel my bedsprings being pushed down by my expanding ass. I focus on my insides. I could feel my stomach and intestines churning and getting smaller. I let out a burp as my body expels the extra air. I felt some sharp pains on my legs. I could see my feet getting smaller. The bones in my feet crackling and re-arranging  My larger toes are shrinking down into dainty female feet. I could feel my calves and ankles contracting. I know I lost a few inches of height with this last change. I decide to focus between what's going on between my legs. My male bush is falling out. I had a few long curly hairs here and there, but I could see that with my tossing and turning in my bed as I transform, almost all of them are falling out. I now had a little tuft of hair above my now engorged boner. As I caress my smoother womanly legs. I felt really turned on by my new womanly curves. I purringly moan in my sexy womanly voice...... I felt a pressure in my crotch. A pleasurable wave of endorphins was coursing through my sexy body. My long girly legs twitched and my toes wiggled. I was having an orgasm! Just by touching myself. My balls quivered and my upturned cock shot out a load of cum onto my smooth belly. I touch the jism and I scoop up a bit of it and take it to my mouth to taste it. I've never done this before and I'm tasting my own funk for the first time. I should be embarrassed but I'm not. Somehow my new feminine brain made me think that this was alright. It has a funny, salty taste and I think I might like it.

At the same time that my boner was dying down. I felt another pleasurable rush. This time it came from two places. On my chest and underneath my belly! My womb was forming. In my orgasm, I failed to notice that my nipples got bigger and were pushing out. Way farther than any guy would have. My nipples were pink and puffy. I enjoyed my earlier orgasm so much I failed to notice my new breasts starting to come out. It seemed like my chest was jealous of what happened to my crotch and decided to punish me with their debut. I laid back in bed and felt some intense throbbing. I could feel a growing mass above my ribs. Each pleasurable, sultry breath I took, pushed out my chest even farther. My chest wiggled and got bigger and bigger. I now couldn't see past my mountains of soft tender flesh. I let out another sexy moan. My body tensed up and I thought I blew my load again. I felt something different  down there. A sucking and popping sensation. It didn't feel exactly the same like it did a few minutes ago. I struggled to sit up. But my heavy chest made it a little difficult for me. I sat up in bed and took a look down. My field of vision changed. My breasts were in the way.  My breasts were rubbing up against my thighs. I stuck my hands down there and I didn't feel my balls. My dick disappeared. Not even a little nub between my legs. They were all gone! That popping feeling I had must have been them going into me. The sucking feeling must have been my dick going back into my body. My index finger touched an overall softer spot, my new mound. For some reason, I was still compelled to keep exploring down there. I was touching myself with both my hands. It felt way too good to stop. One hand gravitated to my breasts. I played with my nipples. My other hand kept searching for something. I could feel a little bloatiness in my crotch. Instinctively I pushed farther in. I felt my skin tearing. I know my pussy is around here. My fingers kept pushing farther in and finally tore. It released a splash of blood and water. I screamed in delectable delight. I tore apart my old ball sack and found my hole. My hands were sticky with my fluids. My hand went again into my mouth. I could taste my womanly parts. I let out a healthy scream. I have another orgasm.

I find myself once again staring at my camera. I could see the afterglow of sex on my face. I feel a serene, comfort in me, yet I know now I'm capable of naughtier things. I'm sultry and sexy and my pussy wants more. I lay back in bed and grab my breasts. I'm holding my breasts. My beautiful creamy, white, sexy boobs. I tickle my clit and feel a hot rush over my body again. I think I'm ready for round two. The weekend has just started and I'm ready to explore more of my body. Its awesome being a girl and I'm glad I invented my formula!