Mercenary Change

OMG! Content! Well, here it is. another caption/story. I'm jumping around. Most of my captions are connected a bit. And this story is no exception. I joked around that the gender pills can be weaponized. Other parties are interested. And companies are experimenting with gender change as a way to win wars. Here a mercenary has subjected himself to the womanly experience and is enjoying what he sees.

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.

Poke

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


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

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

Will try to do more okay?

Waking Up

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

Caleb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Perky

This transformed guy loves his changes. He loves taking pictures too.

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.

Grocery Store Voyeur

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

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.

Ruben and Sonia.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to make this a short story with a picture or a caption like this It looks too big
and I hope you guys can see it okay. With lots of my stories, the ball gets rolling and it gets longer and longer. This time, I kept dragging down the white part of  picture to make the caption fit. Long caption is LONG! Anyways, I hope you guys/gals like it.

TG'ed Conspiracy Nut

This guy was changed into a girl. He's commenting about it in his blog.

This Redhead Loves Attention

A man gets his kicks from people seeing him as a girl.

Hotel Mint

A man finds a little mint on his hotel bed. It doesn't go to good for him.

Stay at home Job

A veteran's morning at home gets interesting as he takes the TG pill.

A school girl fetish

I have a schoolgirl fetish. I'm not afraid to admit it. I love their long hair and girly uniforms. I was very jealous of my sister. She got to go to a private school and I just went to public school. I would have loved to see all those cute girls in their uniforms. For me, it went from lusting over them to actually wanting to try on their clothes. But I can't anymore.  I'm simply happy just imagining it. It makes me all warm and tingly inside. But that was years ago and now I'm a twenty something  year old that has to take care of his bills and continue with life.

My roommate knew of my desires. One day when I let him borrow my tablet. He wasn't freaked out by my gigabytes of women in school girl clothes. He understood my obsession. I'm sure he has some fetishes too. I'm glad he doesn't look at me funny when I obsess over those types of things. I'm thankful that now I've got some gender pills of my own. One day, a friend sent me a link to an interesting video.The video on youtube showed some dudes transformation into a complete woman. The video provided some links and with some snooping I found a place that sold them. They were the real thing! Now I get to live my fetish. I'm turning into a girl. I sit down on the floor of my apartment room and I await my transformation.

There soon was a gurgle in my stomach and some buzzing in my intestines. My body started to change. I could feel a tug on my head as my hair got darker and longer. I felt my facial hairs fall off of my face. I was going to shave it off, but when I saw the video, I realized I didn't need to. I could see my face and the rest of my skin soften up. My eyes got larger and my green eyes changed to brown. I felt some stinging as cartilage in my nose dissolved away. It turned dainty and pretty. I was glad I set up my own camera as well. I connected it to my tv so I can see myself on the screen transforming. I dont think I'll put it online. This is just for me. I puckered my lips and they looked soft and kissable. I think I'm going to be cuter than the guy on the youtube video.

Even though I was focusing on my face, other changes were happening to the rest of my body. I felt smaller now. I could see under my t-shirt, that my broad shoulders were starting to slump. I felt my muscles shrink down to something more petite. I really hope my job doesn't call me. If they do, I'm not going to answer. I doubt I could work my job in the dock yard now. My muscular arms and hands are deliciously turning feminine now. I have the next three days off anyways. I'm just praying no one gets hurt and they have to call me in.

I felt more of my changes going down my body. My shirt was starting to drape on me. I touched the contours of my armpit. It was slim and feminine. My adam's apple was a lot smaller. It was practically gone now. I lifted my shirt and my six pack stomach was smoothing itself into cute, girly frame. I could feel a new cushioning on my butt. I looked over my shoulder and I could see my hot new ass sticking out. It looks like my hips and thighs are getting bigger too. As I rub my legs, I could see my leg hairs fall off. Not just that,  I was sitting in a pile of my old body hairs. Yuck! I even saw that most of my pubes fell out. I rubbed my boxers and my dick felt much smaller. I guess that's to be expected when you change into a girl. It wont be long before I'm fully a girl down there.

As I saw other womanly changes in me, I started feeling that something was happening to my chest. I was starting to get more excited. It's my boobies! I sighed happily. I felt a growing pressure on my chest. The flesh above my pecs started to poke out. Little by little, my new breasts started to emerge. I pinched my new pointy nipples and it sent a tingle all over my body. I think I'm going to like this. Finally my breasts stopped growing. They didn't get too big. But that's okay. I don't like my girls with huge ones anyways. I played with them a little, and I really enjoyed their sensitivity.

I knew my dick was still not done changing, But now that I was nearly complete, I had to go get my schoolgirl clothes. I don't remember where I bought it, but I've had them for a couple of years now. I was saving it for a future girlfriend. Which never came. But every once in a while I would iron it and keep them nice and clean. I had them put away in my closet. I liked having around, but I knew it would never fit me. Until now. I guess today is the day I finally try them out! I squeal in joy! I thought about taking a bath in my new body, but in my mind, I knew I was too excited to take one. Any normal person would take a bath after so much changes. But as you guessed it, I'm not normal. There was an itch I had to scratch and a fetish that would not wait. I went towards my closet and I tore off the plastic wrap from when last I took the uniform to the dry cleaners. These clothes look just my size now. Before they looked ridiculously tiny. Now I can't wait to wear it.

I take of my over sized male clothes. I fully look at myself naked. I love the new me. I look to be about seventeen or eighteen. I love the roundness of my butt and the soft curves of my sexy new body. My long dark hair tickles my shoulders. I stare at myself for a few minutes but I realize I'm not complete until I put on my uniform. I lay the clothes on my bed. I shift the camera to face it. There before my bed was my life long dream. A white blouse with button sweater. A silk camisole. A red tie and a dark skirt. Long socks and penny loafers complete the look. I realize I have no underwear. But that's not gonna stop me. I can get some later.

I grab the camisole and I lift my arms and gently lower it onto my chest. Its not a bra, but it's the next best thing. I look cute and my nipples look nice under it. I then grab the blouse and put my arms through them and button it up. I turn to the side and see my breasts pushing the tight blouse and stretching it out. I grab the skirt. I give it a stretch to make sure it fits around my hips. I realize that I don't have any panties as well. That's okay I think to myself. I want to look naughty without any underwear. I purr delightfully as I shimmy the skirt up my legs. I feel the breeze of a fan hitting my butt. I pat down my skirt and go back to the bed to put on my shoes and sweater.

I unwrap my new knee socks from the plastic. I wiggle my toes sensually as I pull up and stretch my socks. They're up almost to my knees. I feel the elastic digging into my shins. But I don't care, my legs look so sexy. I take the shoes out of the box. They still smell leathery new even though I bought them a while ago. I set them on the ground and I place my dainty, socked feet into them. They're a little too big but at least I have some wiggle room. I'm surprised by the clack of my shoes on the hard floor. I love the way I look. I feel so aroused, I think I'm getting wet down there. I could feel a trickle of something wet go down my thighs.

Lastly, it's time to put on the sweater. My outfit is almost done! The thick sweater rustles in my hands as I unbutton it. Underneath it, I can see the satiny softness of the liner. I pick up the sweater and gently put it on. I imagine myself finally getting ready to go to school. I look down and I see that I forgot my tie. I wrap it around my thin feminine neck and adjust it under my collar. My delicate
fingers close up my sweater and do the last adjustment of my buttons. My life long dream is finally complete. I am a cute sexy school girl.

I go back to the camera and stare at myself once again in the viewfinder and television screen. I sit down and spread open my legs. I catch a glimpse of my pussy as I adjusted myself. It was a thing of beauty. I was definitely naughty. I had no panties on and the girl on the screen looked fucking hot! I make faces for the camera and I giggled at the screen. I haven't giggled since I was a kid. I stand back up and I twirl for the camera. My skirt flaps softly as I move, and I get to see my sexy butt jiggle. I feel so relaxed and happy. I love the girl staring back at me in the screen. I love that it's me!

I stand back up and dust myself off. I can't stay here anymore. I feel a need to go out. Explore and let the world see the new me! I also have to buy a few things as a girl. If I'm going to be a girl for a few days, I may as well get some necessities. Things that I cant buy as a guy. My roommate is going to have a sexy girl as company. I hope he can handle it. I'm dressed and ready to head out. I hope I have saved up enough money to buy what I need. I'm a girl now, and girls love to spend. I'm heading out. I'm gonna stop the recording. Next time I see myself its going to be in a sexy piece of clothing. I can't wait.

Bar Mob tale #3

And here's the last one, to round out the 'Bar Mob' story. Wouldn't it be nice just to get away from everything like this guy did?

Rumors are a spreadin!

Rumors are a spreadin' !

A jealous Change

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

Tan Panties

This one came out Loooong! The size of the original picture did not make it look good for having text on the side. So I put it on the bottom. But it got hard trying to line it up right. Zoom can only go so far. And the letters still look very tiny. I squinted a lot.