This is collection of seventeen short, transgender-themed stories. Also, one of them is based on a true story that I fictionalized to my own liking. Can you guess which one?

 

Transgender Anthology                by: Rocketman

 

Crossdressing 2051

Reaching behind, I pulled the quantum lattice network closed around my body. With a smile, I caressed the matter-bending circuitry. At times I found the inactive network nearly as erotic as the programmed version.

With a sigh, I turned on the vocal augmentation system, " Hello… testing ….one …two. " As expected, my vocal tone had risen significantly from a deep baritone to a high and melodious soprano.

Opening the dresser in one corner of the room, I pulled out a pair of satin panties, a D-cup silk bra, a blue velvet blouse, a pair of 4-inch high heels, and a short, black skirt.

Filled with an euphoric sensation, I caressed the garments and wondered which one to put on first. Sticking to tradition, I went with the panties. The unfortunately brief tingling that accompanied the lattice adjustment resonated outward from my crotch. Letting my fingers peruse the region underneath the smooth satin, the tingling returned.

Massaging my lattice clit with two fingers, I let two others probe my vagina while my pinkie worked its way up my ass. Once thoroughly aroused I reached for the silk bra and allowed my damp fingers to run across the smooth surface.

Working quickly, I lifted the straps over my shoulder and fitted the bra to my body. Another tingle, my favorite one, accompanied the lattice changing my chest to fit the garment.

The cool sweet air blew softly across my pert nipples. I was erect within moments. Reaching through the silk material, I pinched those erect nipples and reveled in the erotic sensations they generated.

Cupping the soft, womanly flesh that perfectly filled those soft cups, I smiled and reached for the next item. The blue velvet blouse….velvet has always been a fetish of mine. Just to see my breasts stretch that lustrous material would complete my day. I just couldn’t get enough of it.

Folding the blouse, I pulled my arms through the short sleeves. The accompanying tingle shrank my arms down to a size better suited to occupy those sleeves and removed the hideous hair that had once blemished those arms.

Pulling the blouse over my head, I felt the most important reformation take place. Lengthy, honey blond hair fell down over my shoulders, attacking my eyes in the process. I enjoyed having long, lovely hair, but long hair does have certain drawbacks. Oh well, next time I’ll modify the program into a pageboy cut.

Turning around, I glanced at the mirror and was pleased by what I saw, well almost. Below the hips, the lattice had yet to change my form, leaving me with my usual, hairy masculine legs.

Knowing how to remedy this aberration, I took ahold of the skirt and hiked it up over my legs. Looking down gave me an odd, yet giddy sensation of falling.

I fell only seven or eight inches, but it was still significant.

Looking down, I saw my legs. I smiled. Fixing the skirt in place, I looked in the mirror again. A perfect woman stood before me. To complete the image, I slipped on the heels and reduced my feet to a mere size 4.

As I gazed at my form, I thought about the pre-Collapse archives and shook my head. Back in the last century, crossdressers had to use plastic breast forms, were outcasts from society and a severe minority. How the times had for the better!

 

 

Gene & Genie

"Whoa! A real life genie."

"Ya, so make your three wishes, I got a date in twelve minutes."

Gene Ross thought about his wishes for a minute. " First, I wish I could always get money whenever I want."

"Okay, got it."

"Secondly, I want women begging to get into my pants."

"Sure."

"Lastly, I want to rule the streets."

"DONE!"

Geena Ross smiled. "Hey hot stuff, like what you see?" An aroused John leered at her glorious F-cup breasts and dropped his pants faster than it took for her to speak. When she was done, Geena licked the cum from her lips and pocketed her payment. Money whenever I want, thought Geena through an erotic haze.

Checking her watch, she decided that it was time to go home and grab a little 69 with her girlfriend. I’m gonna make her beg for it tonight.

Somewhere, a genie laughed.

 

 

Sticks and Stones

"Hey, Bill. Will you help me with my new project?" Bill downed the last of his Bud and walked over to where his friend Jake was seated.

"What is it?"

"An Actualizing Transducer. It makes whatever you say happen or exist. It’s the topic of my graduate thesis."

"Cool. Let me try."

"All right, but be careful." Bill looked at the transducer; to him it was just a fat french fry. On a whim, he said, "I have in my hand a full can of beer." The french fry buzzed. Glancing at his can, Bill was floored to discover it was filled to brim with beer.

"Satisfied? Now can I have it back?", asked Jake. Bill grinned an evil grin, "Why? After all, you’re frozen in time."

Just as Bill had said, Jake was frozen and unable to move. A thousand ideas flew through his head, "You’re not Jake, you’re Crissy, my dream woman who loves me totally and without question and answers to my every whim."

Jake’s form contorted into the shape of an exquisitely crafted young woman with immense D-cup breasts featuring screaming hard areolas and an already damp pussy. She was unclothed, just like Bill’s fantasy woman.

The frozen spell that had fallen over her was lifted and she glanced at him lustily. "How come you’re not in me lover? Did I do something wrong? Then I guess you’ll have to spank me and spank me hard."

Bill was practically drooling at that point. "I’m in heaven…..shit."

Fortunately, Bill’s time in the great hereafter was brief as he willed himself back. Crissy rubbed his penis and took it into her mouth. "Oh, baby……crap!" Bill began to realize that the transducer could also be a problem. After bringing Crissy back from babyhood, he handed it to her, "Make me the stuff of your dreams."

The transducer apparently had a few flaws, for the dreams that Crissy had, as opposed to her desires, were still Jake’s. But since he had ordered her to make him the stuff of her dreams, she had no other choice.

"Okay. I dream of a college-age girl with breasts the size of melons topped with nipples that start out as dinner plates and triple in size when she’s aroused. Her curly, platinum blond hair reaches down to her ass and what an ass it is. Her vertebrae have changed their angle just to allow her to walk. Her ass cheeks are almost like breasts in their own right, yet infinitely firmer. Her legs are long, lusty and without a single hair. Her feet glide effortlessly into a size three high heel and are perfect.

"Her hairless pussy is constantly inflamed with passion, dripping everywhere like a faucet that will never turn off. Her clit is red hot with desire, a desire that grows stronger with every touch. Her stomach is tight and concave. Her hips are the curviest physically possible without appearing the least bit fat. Her arms are like her legs, only more so. Her waist is pinched in tightly, a stark contrast to her wide hips. Her torso is the smallest, most beautiful one possible that can still support her immense breasts.

"Her eyes are a hypnotic green and surrounded by perfect, long lashes. Her face is completely hairless and playful looking, with an abundant load of sensuality. Her mind is lacking in intelligence. Her only goal in life is to be joined by a penis. She is totally and completely aroused by and in love with me at all times and incapable of feeling anything for another human being. Her name is Tammy."

Tammy shook her head once, her breasts jostling about, which made her wet instantly. She looked deep into Crissy’s eyes and licked her lips. Crissy’s desires changed to conform to Bill’s new gender and she got a glint in her eye.

"Let’s make love forever!", screamed Crissy, giving into her new carnal desires. She was holding the transducer when she made that statement.

Forever is long, long time.

 

 

Rocketman

Mars ain’t the place to raise your kids.

Not that it mattered any to Kevin Milton as his family’s rocket touched down the Martian soil.

"Honey, I still don’t think this is a good idea", cautioned Kevin’s wife Kelly.

"It’s a whole lot cheaper than buying one of those cramped water closets on the L5 station. Besides, Mars is the new frontier. Like the pioneers of 400 years ago, we’re settling down on a new world with new opportunities. Come on boys."

Brandon and Mark, sixteen and seven, followed their father to the suit chamber. Kelly begrudgingly trailed after them. Like father like sons, she thought.

Letting the compression chamber door fall away, the four of them looked down at the Martian soil two feet away. "Who wants to commemorate this moment by repeating the historic words of Leon Gurlick, the first man on Mars?"

"Honey!" Kevin smirked and jumped out the door, "Oh shit, I forgot to bring my camera!" Kelly didn’t think the phrase was so historic.

The others followed right behind him, "This is so cool dad ", said Mark over the com, "It’s just like the moon, only not."

"I agree." Kelly plodded along as they searched for a nice place to put up the geo-dome.

Squish. "What was that?"

"Ewww! I stepped in doggy do!" exclaimed Mark. Kelly’s heart raced, they had all stepped in the same, gooey substance. "I think we better go back, now."

Kevin glanced at his heel and agreed with her. About halfway back though, a problem arose. "Mom, my legs feel weird," remarked Brandon. Kelly’s own legs were beginning to feel the same way. At first she thought it was numbness, but I didn’t exactly seem like numbness.

The sensation crept up their bodies. Kelly looked at her arm and discovered it resembled the color of the sand around them. "Hon….."

The sensation overtook her and the rest of them, making them simple sand sculptures in spacesuits.

A few minutes later a red, seven-tentacled alien creature walked out of one of the crevices and glanced at the sculptures. If translated, its squawks would have meant, "Wow, new lifeforms. Hmm, these are really nice, a variety of shapes."

He looked at the first one. The form was unique. It possessed certain contours he had never seen in a lifeform and lacked other contours. Removing the spacesuits, he examined each of them carefully. Usually when he trapped a lifeform, he’d stretch its arms to ground or place it in an unusually fatalistic pose. But art demanded variety.

Activating its rarely used third brain; the alien wondered what it should do this time. Glancing at the four, he wondered about the unique form. Perhaps he could change this scene into a family of them.

The equivalent of a smile crossed his membranes. Working quickly, the alien took the sand mass from each three common forms and changed their body angles so they would be an approximation of the first.

It was tough work. For a while, the alien even turned on his fourth brain to take care of the job. Unfortunately, since he was so well focused towards his goal, he failed to notice an oncoming polarity storm.

"Drat!", he said when done, "All that work and now I don’t have the time to bring them in. I might as well release them." The alien replaced their garments as they had been.

Scampering over to his crevice, the alien massaged the goo on the ground, which sent a termination signal to the other goo, then it retreated down its hole.

Kelly was the first to awaken. "Kevin?" Her husband tried to speak up over the com, as did their sons, but something was wrong. Seeing the storm above them, the four quickly got back into their rocket.

Kelly was the first to notice the differences. "What’s wrong with your suit, Kevin?" Kevin frowned and looked down. His suit had two, significant bulges in the chest region and an unsettling absence of a bulge in the groin region.

Kevin screamed a high pitched scream. The boys…..or rather the girls, discovered their changes shortly afterward. "Oh my god!"

Mark chuckled, "Brandon’s wee-wee is gone! Brandon is a girl. Brandon is a girl."

Brandon tugged open Mark’s suit and showed him the truth; he too could no longer pee standing up.

Kelly tried to settle everyone down, "Listen, we’ve got to look on the bright side. At least we didn’t decide to live on the moon."

"What’s wrong with the moon?" asked Kevin, as he pinched his nipple and wondered how this was possible and what he was gonna wear.

"The moon is a harsh mistress."

No one laughed.

 

 

The Dark Hall

At my school, there is a place where no one goes. Even the teachers shy away from it. We just all know that something lurks down that hall…..or someone.

My best friend Justin knows too, but he knows better than the rest. That’s because, back when he was a freshman, a group of people dared him to go in the dark hall, with the offer of eternal respect and twenty bucks if he went through with it.

It was early morning. Justin’s class was on the other side of the dark hall. Usually he’d simple go around. This time he was going to go straight through.

A long time ago, I’d heard, someone in a hurry had actually gone through The Hall, but they came out forever changed.

If the same thing happened to Justin, I’d actually try it myself. Halfway through the hall, a shimmering light dropped from the ceiling. Justin looked back, a fatal mistake.

The light was upon him within moments. The energy surrounded his body, then, without a prelude, vanished.

Justin stood there, but it was a drastically altered Justin. In fact, I doubted the name Justin would have been appropriate any more. Rather, she might want to call herself Jessica.

Her body now had the form of a teenage girl……an extremely pretty teenage girl. The clothes on her body had been modified to allow for that fact. Feeling the spirit move me, I walked past the intangible border separating the Dark Hall from the rest of the Universe.

Light consumed me as well, eating up my massive body and penis, and leaving behind a petite girl’s body with a vagina and adequate breasts. My cotton shirt and jeans were changed into a halter-top and a mini-skirt.

As soon as we discovered the truth, the Dark Hall changed reality to conform to our new bodies. Only the two of us knew what had been before.

Thinking about the power of the Hall, I muse half-heartedly about whether all the females in the world are actually males reality-altered by Dark Halls throughout the world. You have to wonder.

 

 

Astral Projects

I love Heather McBride from afar. I saw her today. She had on a generic black sweater with ruffles and blue jeans.

Perched atop the bridge of her slender nose was a pair of oval-shaped glasses. I thought at first they seemed to have a dated air to them, but the way in which she wore them made them seem quite timely.

Her short, chestnut brown hair held but a slight tinge of red to it that was, perhaps, artificial. It framed the sides of her head perfectly, as it was meant to do, yet when she tilted forward it drifted across her face in long locks.

Her chest……my what a chest. Not huge, for that would be slutty, nor too small. But just right.

Then, those indescribable outfits she wears. Now I’m no authority in feminine clothes, but surely, she is. Those blouses she wears, short-sleeved, of a material I know not the name and expertly filled by her bosom.

My heart longs to stare at that chest and find the universe in it, but I have not the guts to try more than a sideways glance. A single picture with her accidentally contained within is my most prized possession.

Every night when I go to my dorm room I stare at that picture, at my one and only love. There were times when I was close to her, but each and every time; I kept my mouth firmly closed and a dash of red about my cheeks.

During EMT training, we choose partners to practice the Heimlich maneuver. I choose my best friend Jack Tomson and Heather choose Jack (One of the reasons I hang out with Jack is his friendship with Heather). Then Ben took Chris for a partner, leaving Heather and me.

Heather shrugged and put her arms around me, working expertly. I enjoyed that brief, glorious moment. Now it was my turn. I tried my best not to appear obvious that I wished with all my heart to grope her breasts.

My arms around a girl, it was the day I had waited for all my life, then it was turned into a mockery when the instructor critiqued my hand placement.

It was over.

Heather hadn’t noticed my glee or the faint bulge in my pants. Lucky for me. When I got home, I just stared up at the ceiling and thought about that single moment.

Sure Brandi Comstock gave me hug once (and a brief explanation about the contours of a woman’s breasts in the process) but she was just a friend. This was contact with the lady of my heart.

I logged onto the Internet, without an idea as to my destination. I eventually wound up at a site dealing with astral projection. "Visit anyone and get inside their bodies." I doubted the idea, but was intrigued. Could it really be done?

I followed the directions and lay on the floor of a quiet room with pillows underneath me. Entering a meditative state, I waited for the light or object hovering above me that would take me into a higher plane.

After a while of trying I was about to give up when it finally appeared, the doorway to the next realm. Just as the article directed, I tried mentally to grasp at it. The light vanished and I looked down, and discovered that I was hovering just above my body.

I was sure an ugly bugger. I tried going through doors and found I could accomplish this with ease. This was too slow though, so I imagined myself at Heather’s house.

Immediately, I was across town. I made my way to her bedroom where she stared blearily at her homework and yawned. She was so lovely when she was tired.

I watched as she undressed and got ready for bed, her work incomplete.

Then came a treat. I saw her in simple underwear, a pair of pink cotton panties, and a C-cup satin bra. My mind could not conjure up a more erotic image. If only my astral body had a penis, I’d be getting hard.

When I was sure she was asleep, I drifted down towards her body and touched it. A moment later, I felt flesh all around me. I was actually in her body.

Maybe I had woken up. I couldn’t really be in her body, it was impossible. Yet, the presence of those comforting pillows was gone, replaced by a soft, warm, frilly bed.

Sitting up with a start, I felt a faint weight shift on my chest. It didn’t take much more than a quick glance to realize I was either lucid dreaming or in her body.

A sharp pinch to my flesh and the unanswered determination that I wake up now pushed away the first possibility. I turned on the angel lamp beside her bed and walked over the mirror on the other side of the room.

Everything I had admired in the afternoon was there. Dropping her panties, I received a first-person view of a pussy. All of it made sense. When working from crude photos and impersonal, scientific accounts in twenty-year-old books, it’s hard to understand.

Seeing and having is understanding. I unhooked her bra carefully, trying my best. Her large, calm nipples rested atop beautiful breasts. When you see movies, you wonder whether what you see in a blouse is really what you get. With Heather, there was no such deception. Her youthful, perfect breasts ached to be touched.

I spent what seemed like several minutes exploring their every sensation and contour. I was not disappointed. All the things I’d heard about the sensations they generated were true.

You had to work at it though with Heather, the touching and rubbing had to be precise and meaningful. Once gleaning all I could from her breasts, I worked my way down to her pussy. Ahh, what a sweet and beautiful creation.

The clitoris was not quite as I had expected it, but the sensations were even more surprising. Long ago, I read a Cosmo out curiosity and found out that a woman’s orgasm is the rhythmic contraction of muscles to accept the male penis and pleasure the female.

But, that alone is hard to understand. You just have to feel it to know.

Oh god, the whole sensation of being a woman, never mind a lovely woman is so intoxicating to begin with. Smooth, wonderful, being the dream of men everywhere.

Even as I fulfilled this dream through Heather, I felt myself growing subtly aware of her own desires.

"Heather!", called a woman from down the hall, possibly Heather’s mother. At that instant, I felt Heather’s soul reawakening and myself being forced from her body.

I woke up a moment later on the pillows, several hours having passed. My real body felt like an iron weight compared to Heather’s.

I had to get back to her body……and would….tomorrow night.

 

 

Arousing

Mike and me is both friends now ya hear. We was drivin’ long this dark n’ dusty road ‘bout five hours from town with our most recent haul. We were both truckers, if ya didn’t know.

It was getting’ late, I was drivin’ and Mike being the good guy he is, helped keep me awake with games.

We played, ‘guess that song’ and ‘twenty questions’ and ‘favorite babe’. Then Mike, he got this here look in his eye and said, "Hey Joe (that’s my name), how’s ‘bout we do something different, like try to get each other aroused."

I chuckled, ol’ Joe and his woman in every port. I decided to go first. "Ok now, some guy has captured you and your lady love, now you hear. He wants to boil you in hot oil, but since the store’s run out, he’s gotta use hot chocolate." I knew Mike loved that stuff.

"So, the two of you, wrapped together naked, are dropped into the thick, hot chocolate. Fortunate for you, the heater ain’t working and ‘stead of 500 degrees it’s only ‘bout body temp. To get out, the two of you have to writhe around in the stuff, and make yourselves ‘bout as one as humanly possible, so the binds will drop."

Mike nodded. I could tell by his pup tent that he liked my story. "I like it, though hot molasses would be better." I smiled, "Sure, why not?"

There was a flash. I could feel tight ropes bindin’ me to somebody. Ouch and my balls were caught tight in the rope……wait, it felt too high to be my balls. It ‘bout felt to be where my chest should be.

I looked down and saw flesh protruding outwards from my body. "My god!"

A villainous laugh caught the air, "Too late, my dear….for both of you." A stereotypical mad scientist stood on the gangplank high above us.

He flipped a switch and we got pulled up into the air. My feet dangled below me, smaller than I was used to them being. I had one of them bad feelings at that moment. "Don’t worry, Joe. It’s all just an illusion; this is just our fantasy. Ever since I was a boy, whenever I get aroused, my fantasies get projected into a reality."

Well then, I wanted out of this fantasy. "There’s no out until the fantasy is fulfilled." I gulped and knew what that meant. I would have to writhe around with Mike.

In my peripheral vision, I saw the vat of molasses, just as Mike and I had wanted. We dropped rather quickly into the vat making only a light splash. The scientist cursed the heating system.

Mike turned around and so did I. We faced each other. I could feel his hot, erect penis beside the entrance to my pussy. My erect nipples rubbed up against his hairy chest. I found it all so wonderful.

Even as this happened, the molasses wandered about my body, perusing every corner from my ass and toe to the upper sections of my vagina. A second later, Mike filled that section with something else.

Hot all over and sticky with sweat and molasses, I kissed his gooey body and he nibbled my inflamed nipples. One writhing mass, we pressed against one another and the binds fell away.

Just as they did, Mike released his seed into my womanhood. My muscles tensed and tightened around him, wanting more. Together we sank, a union of one.

My mouth swallowed the molasses and froze.

An instant later we were back on the road, back in our truck. I glanced over at Mike. Had I been dreamin’ all that? I had to know. Before I could even ask, Mike answered," It wasn’t a dream, we can visit the fantasy world while this one advances without us."

I shook my head, "That was incredible."
He smiled, "Want to go again?"

I thought about it for a minute, then answered, "Sure, only this time, I get to be the male."

Mike nodded.

The rest of the trip wasn’t boring.

********

 

 

Haunted

"Doctor, my son Thomas has….you know….what I called about. I was wondering what I should do."

Looking over Thomas, I could find nothing apparently wrong with him. By reading his chart you might say multiple personality disorder, save one factor.

"Show me what happens when the spirits take over, Thomas."

Thomas glanced at his mom with trepidation. "I’ll need to undress, one of the adults might enter." I handed Thomas a towel for modesty once he was nude.

"Go ahead," encouraged his mom.

Thomas sighed and let his mental regulators down. The effect was instantaneous and it was a good thing he took his clothes off because the one that possessed him changed him into a ravishing college girl.

Her new, brown hair fell softly on her shoulders; "This is Sandra. Sometimes her personality takes over, but most times, I can control her when she possesses me. The worst I get when I’m in control is a desire to go after boys, wear short skirts and put on makeup."

Despite the number of times I have seen the Possession take place, it still amazes me that a simple ghost can change a little boy’s body so drastically.

"Do you want me to reassert?"

"Yes, Thomas, I’ve seen enough."

The college girl changed back into a normal 12-year old boy. "Hmm, how good is your control, Thomas?"

"I can hold on about 60 percent of the time, but only once in ten times does my personality change."

"How about you, Mrs. Wells? And your husband?"

"Oh, I only have two or three. That’s normal, right? The reason we came was three new spirits recently possessed Thomas. That’s a total of eight. Should I be worried?"

I shook my head, "No….I, for instance, have nine different spirits in me. I’ve mastered control of them, but sometimes they take over. There’s no need to worry about little Tommy here. He should grow out of some of his spirits."

"Thank you, doctor."

I smiled and wished them good luck, then I sighed and checked my watch. Thomas was my last appointment for the day, which meant I could finally get some paper work done.

Sitting down I began to go through the items on my desk. On the side was a magazine, whose title read, "In the Future, Everyone will be Possessed for 15 Minutes: How the Population Explosion will affect us in the Years to Come ". Unfortunately, the concentration it took to read that article relaxed my control. Then, it happened. For an instant, I hoped Jack or Darren would possess me. Unfortunately, it turned out to be Jessica, the nineteen year-old prostitute who was run over by a train.

Darn it, Jessica!

Why on Earth did she have to have such a sensitive body?

 

 

Cross-mares

Reaching into my wife’s panty drawer, I pulled out a nice satin pair. It was much too small for me, but I liked it anyways. Then, a voice spoke.

"It’s him! The one who’s been taking us without permission. Get him!"

It took a moment for me to realize that the panties had spoken. The drawers flung open, somewhat like a bad horror movie I’d once seen. The clothes began growling. The panties I held in my hand twisted out of my grip and latched onto my wrist.

Despite my best efforts, the panty stayed where it was as if it were superglued to me. "Keep going girls! Make him need us!"

The panty drawer emptied out and flew at me. Some went for my hairy chest, while some seized my groin, and still others attacked my back. The nylon stockings I loved so much wrapped around my head.

A couple of lovely chemises and skirts made sure I was wrapped up tight.

"Say goodbye to Mr. Manhood and say hello to Lady Vagina."

I felt a sharp jolt and discovered I was still in bed. It had all been a dream.

I glanced down. A pair of ripe breasts with firm flesh and erect nipples were displayed before me. Pulling the covers off, I discovered that the clothes had made good on their claim to turn me into a lady.

I guess, from now on, I’ll have a good reason for going into my wife’s drawer….for things to wear.

 

 

Water Everywhere

I awoke from a mystic sleep to find myself naked and tied to a backboard on some kind of rotating apparatus. The room was covered in white and there was only the voice.

"Hello, Mr. Green, you’d be glad to know that you’ve been selected for our little harem. My name is Dr. Holland, CEO of the Beauties of the Night Brothel and you’re about to be our newest girl."

I looked up and saw a wall of shimmering fluid defying not only gravity but the laws of physics as well.

"At the very least, I’m going to enjoy this", said the voice.

A small bucket rose out of the water and tilted toward me. "Place both your feet in the bucket up to the calf."

There was no way I was going to do that, even though my legs were now free of the binds. A sharp jolt hit me in the back of the neck, so strong that I didn’t even want to scream. The pain stretched all around my body, radiating from the tips of my hairs to the nails of my toes.

The sensations were awesomely awful, unlike any I had ever encountered. When it left me, my feet bent without any conscious command from me. The left one, then the right one, dipped into the frigid water and emerged an entirely different specimen.

Where the water (or whatever it was) touched them, like a popsicle dipped in a hot bath, they reduced in diameter and length. As a consequence, the hair that had once been there vanished as well.

"Be a good girl and I’ll give you something to suck on later….a big fucking dick!"

The bucket came back, "Now place your arms in here, up to the trunk."

There was no way I was gonna get my huge, hair arms in a bucket that small, but unwilling to endure the shock treatment again, I complied. Just as the legs had done, my arms reduced in diameter and shortened, down to the point that they now easily fit in the bucket.

"Beautiful. Now just lay back."

The wall of water began to fluctuate. "Now we’re going to go for the whole tamale, because while the bucket treatment is nice at times, I’m too impatient to wait."

The wall shifted, the water flying right at me.

The only thing I felt as the wave splashed over me was how sweet it tasted.

When I woke up I was naked, and female….totally female. Not that I cared, all I cared about was a thousand lusty thoughts, fucking and sucking mostly.

"Oh, Mr. Green. You turned out so great, now for the acid test." The scientist dropped his pants and presented his dick to me. I knew precisely what to do.

Once I had sucked him dry, he leaned over me, gave my right breast a grope and whispered, "Like it, Mr. Green. Hmm…..you don’t remember me. Well I doubt you would remember the promising science student you flunked just because her ideas were non-traditional. If only you could know it was me, because right now, I doubt you give a fuck…..oh wait, yes you will, for the rest of your life! Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

I didn’t care, with one hand caressing my breasts and the other fingering my pussy, I could just bide time until my next fuck. Holland led me away and into my new life.

 

 

Utopia?

I pushed aside the pink covers as I got out of bed. Clutching a frilly pillow, I sat up and let my legs dangle over the edge. Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the wall across from me. As I had expected, I was a mellow pink as well. A classy rug adorned the floor.

If an eye from the 20^th century had seen this room, they would have quickly classified it as woman’s room. In this century, things are a little hazier.

I dropped my boxers and walked naked into the bathroom. I took one look at myself. With a sigh, I decided I was gonna be a woman today. Leaning against the gender pad stuck to the wall, the change was instantaneous.

While my male form was idealized, I got a surge out of putting on my female form. I enjoyed every corner of my delicate C-cup breasts. Like two rounded hills, they jutted from my slender chest, topped with gorgeous nipples at their peaks.

Even though I knew from experience my female body was without a single unnecessary hair, I felt bound to caress every portion of my satiny skin.

I’d programmed the system to keep my height about the same while removing a good 30 pounds, most of it muscle. As an advantage, I had a model’s proportions and Brooke Shield’s height.

Being small as a child before the gender freedom laws came into effect, I was frequently picked on because of my size. Despite being a beautiful woman, I couldn’t let go of the feeling that being short was bad.

I could go to my gene-doctor and have my personality genes changed to fix that. I just don’t want to, not yet at least.

I took a quick shower and masturbated to orgasm. Made sure the shower cam was on first though. Like recording my orgasms, most do, for something to look back on when you’re bored.

I decided today that I was gonna wear the see-through skirt with the fire engine heels and go top-less. Since the weather maintenance satellites came online, it always warm and beautiful in Buffalo.

I grabbed my PAD and strapped it to my wrist.

With a pair of net-glasses on, I walked out the front door. I was about to go when I realized that I had accidentally locked the front door. Rotating my wrist, I unlocked it.

I walked down the steps, each one setting my bounding breasts off. I looked and discovered there were several women out today. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; there was a woman across the street with a bra on. I felt embarrassed. She must be a traditionalist.

I met Jake a few blocks down, apparently she was having a woman day too. I smiled. "How are things going?" Jake gave me a hug and nibbled my ear, "Not bad."

I looked her in the eye and gave her a passionate French kiss. I licked her nipples and teased them to erection. "Great to see you again."

"Same here." Jake put her hands on my nipples and began playing with them. In my sexual stupor, I looked up and saw the lady in the bra frowning down on us.

I gulped. "Go around in a concentric circles, in to the middle, then tweak the nipple and slowly trace the edges away from the nipple and back. I usually reach orgasm quicker that way," advised the conservatively dressed woman.

I nodded, understanding. She wasn’t a traditionalist; she was only a nun. I smiled at the nun, walking hand in hand with Jake. Jake fingered my skirt, but told her to wait until we got to an orgasm stop.

While the city council is happy if you orgasm anywhere, there are designated orgasm zone where dildos, sex pads, and sonic baths are provided. The nearest one was across from the local elementary school.

A teacher in the schoolyard, a female in flats and a skirt like mine, demonstrated for her nude, female students the proper method for satisfying masturbation. The teacher called to us, "Oh, ladies. I’d be quite grateful if you could demonstrate for the children female-to-female sex. Mr. Ross is busy demonstrating male-to-female sex with his sister, our guest speaker."

I asked Jake and she said she would love to. We each pulled down our skirts and proceeded to engage in 69 sex. The girls watched, fascinated. "See girls, that way it’s more efficient, you can pleasure one another at the same. Would any of you like to try?"

The girls all raised their hands and paired up.

The teacher thanked each of us with a kiss and a nipple tweak.

Jake and me made it to work in one another arms, albeit twenty minutes late. My boss, Ted, was a lovely, busty, naked blond woman today. I complimented Ted on her keen fashion sense. Ted blushed and kissed me, "If I wasn’t your boss, I’d give you a raise."

So much for hoping. The staff meeting, which had changed into the usual orgy in my absence, was nice because Rick was there. Today he was male. That was a nice thing.

I sat next to him. "Happy to see me?"

"I always am." I kissed him on the lips. While I preferred the soft touch of a woman’s lips on mine to that of a man’s, I remembered the feel of Rick’s female lips and let that memory guide me.

"Wearing anything?" I hadn’t yet looked down at him.

Rick blushed, "Boxers." Jake smiled and leaned against me. I felt embarrassed, usually Rick came to work as a male in nothing at all, wearing boxers just wasn’t like him.

I slipped the boxers off with ease. Rick’s manhood jutted upwards at me.

"Ready big boy?"

Ted whined, "I was supposed to be next." The meeting dissolved in sexual chaos, once again. Ted ran around the table, pussy glistening, tits erect. With a finger in her cleft, Ted whimpered, "I need relief."

Jake walked over to Ted and rubbed her breasts, "I can help." The two of them joined together in a writhing, moaning mass of smooth flesh and sweat. I positioned myself over Rick and, thankful his chair didn’t have arms, wrapped my legs around him where he sat. His hot rod plunged deep into my moist vagina. Pumping for all his forth, we were both soon exhausted. Collapsing into a wet heap, Rick shot his load deep into me. I tensed my muscles and pushed his semen deep inside of me. Hopefully there was an egg to greet his seed. Well, a girl can hope, can’t she?

As much as I’ve tried, I’ve yet to get pregnant. It’s a mystery to me why; the insemination should succeed no matter what gender I keep myself. The gender pads store biological states. I felt blood rushing down my legs. Damn, it was my period.

"Maybe next time, my friend." I frowned and nodded. I kissed Rick again.

I walked around the rest of the day naked, perhaps inspired by both Ted and my period. I let the blood flow freely on the floor like a red badge of courage. I had no reason to hide it. All accounted, I had traditionalist sex twelve times, masturbated thirteen times, had female sex eleven times, and sex with my boss five times. A slow day, but not bad at all.

I put on my negligee and climbed into bed, although not before a good hour on the vibrator. Exhausted, I closed my eyes. Tomorrow was another day.

 

 

Moist

"I don’t get it."

Eve snarled, "What’s not to get? I handcuffed you to the bed, now I’m gonna whip you."

"And I’m supposed to find this exciting?"

Eve rolled her eyes, "Yes!"

Brandon nodded, "I see."

Eve hit him with the whip, "I don’t think you do, that’s why I got a little gift for you."

"Is it a thong? Those are wonderful at livening up dull weekends."

Eve smiled, "Oh my dear. When I’m done with you, you’ll wear a thong every day."

Eve walked over to Brandon’s side, her leather body suit clinging to her body. "Wanta lick me? Or should I lick you?"

Brandon shrugged, "Whichever you prefer. Hmm, could we hurry this up? I have a meeting in a couple of hours."

Eve slapped him, "You fucking asshole! I give the orders here!"

Brandon struggled against the handcuffs, "Eve, what going on?"

"I’ll tell you want’s going on. Would you like to know what I got you?"

"Not particularly, darling."

Eve continued, "I got you a pretty pink sponge."

"Lovely, dear."

Eve showed him a pink sponge, which was about five inches in diameter. "This is special sponge. It’s imbued with magical powers."

"Poppycock!" Brandon frowned, sure beyond any doubt that his girlfriend was insane.

"This sponge filled with water, when touched to a man, changes whatever it moistens into the apex of female perfection. I’ve also heard the transformed individual has a libido six hundred times stronger than most."

"Absolute nonsense!" Brandon was nervous, despite his unshakable belief that there was no basis to her claims, due to his current state of nakedness and the cuffs around his wrists.

Eve lifted up a bucket filled with water and showed it to Brandon, "Let’s find out."

Eve soaked the sponge and held it above her boyfriend, "Well, well, what to change first. How about we take care of old Willy to begin with?"

Brandon shrugged, "Go ahead." Eve smiled. She reached over and fondled his penis. Brandon grinned. This was more like it should be. She climbed on the bed, bent over his manhood and took it into her mouth.

Brandon groaned with pleasure. He was quickly becoming erect. She could feel his dick expanding within his mouth. She knew that soon he would come. Running her lips loving over his penis, she waited for his groin to tense.

The moment came. She pulled her lips off him, laid the sponge over his groin, and squeezed. Brandon knew he was on the verge and a mere sponge wasn’t about to stop him. He felt a tingling in his groin, only it wasn’t the familiar one. Usually it felt like it was pressing outward, releasing its load into the world. This seemed like a burrowing tingle, drifting deep into his groin.

"What’s going on?" Brandon tried to look between his legs, but Eve in her leather suit obscured his view. "Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know." He could feel her finger running over his hairy stomach. Slowly, carefully, she let her fingers drift down towards his groin.

Brandon sensed her finger near his pubic hair. Now it was where his penis should have been, only, there was no response from his rod.

Brandon bit his lip. Eve’s finger made contact with something sensitive. It was small and penis-like. Brandon’s mind refused to accept the obvious. After manipulating the foreign item for a second, Eve’s finger moved down to where Brandon’s sizable balls should have been.

He felt her finger enter him, "Eve!"

"Yes, lover?"

"Let me see!"

Eve, slowly, like a cat, rolled off Brandon. Brandon looked down between his legs, finding a field of sparse hair adorned by ridge-like genitalia. Unable to reach down and touch it because of the handcuffs, Brandon bent his legs, attempting to touch his new genitals. Alas he only had enough flexibility to get within a foot of touching it.

Frustrated, Brandon attempted to bend his hips for a better look at himself. He didn’t do much better.

Brandon lay back, exhausted. Eve caressed his stomach. While Brandon worked out from time to time, he never did enough to overcome the quantities of food he consumed.

Eve ran her hands down his long, stiff legs. "I can fix all that, my dear."

"Please, don’t do anything else, Eve." Brandon tried to relax, but he was beginning to get some strange sensations from his new groin.

Eve bent over and refilled her sponge. Smiling, she laid the sponge on Brandon’s long, manly right foot. After one short squeeze, his right foot was a mere shadow of its former self. Where mere seconds ago it had been a size 11, now it looked smaller than Eve’s size 5 feet. She did the same to his left foot and the two matched.

"Oh, such tiny toes you have, my darling."

"Please, Eve. Change me back."

Eve grinned, "Not until we’re done."

Eve ran the sponge along Brandon’s left leg, then his right leg, leaving behind two fabulous specimens of feminine splendor. If on someone else, he might have judged them the greatest two on Earth.

Brandon bent his left leg and was amazed as he was able to easily press his tiny foot against his slick, moist vagina. The action prompted a surprising, yet exciting tingle from his new clit.

Eve rubbed the sponge along his full stomach and hips, making sure some excess water dribbled down and soaked his tight, male posterior. His stomach constricted to a tenth its height, taking on an extremely concave structure. At the same time, his hips swelled outward and pinched in. His bottom inflated, becoming large, soft, and supple, while at the same time, firm.

Brandon looked down, feeling incredibly sick. "Please stop, Eve."

Eve refilled her sponge, "Now, now what to do next? I know, let’s give you a woman’s chest, while holding off on breasts. I want those to come about last."

Eve ran the sponge over Brandon’s huge, hairy chest, carefully avoiding contact with his nipples, which soon became a petite, hairless chest. She ran the sponge along his arms held captive by the cuffs. The hair on them evaporated and their overall size and length reduced as well.

Brandon cried, "Stop it."

Eve refilled her sponge again and took care of Brandon’s neck and face. "What lovely green eyes you have, my dear." Brandon’s new face, while resembling his old one, possessed cute, perfectly feminine contours, pouty lips, and a tiny, upturned nose.

New shoulder-length, auburn hair covered his eyes when Eve was done with his head.

"Now for those nipples."

Eve dabbed the sponge on his soft, male nipples. Quickly they hardened, massive areolas developing around them. Tingling, they pushed outward into small breasts that soon became average breasts, then large breasts that finally stopped around a "D" cup.

Brandon struggled against the cuffs. To his surprise, his new, smaller hands slipped out of them easily.

Eve cursed, "The arousal will keep you here!"

She slammed Brandon against the bed and began to lick his clit.

Brandon giggled, "Cut it out, that tickles!"

Eve’s jaw dropped, "You’re not aroused?"

"Not really."

Eve pushed her tongue down his hot cunt. Brandon gave an uncomfortable look, "Strange, I still don’t feel aroused though."

Eve tweaked his nipple.

"Ouch! That really hurts!"

Brandon pushed Eve aside; "I really need to get to work."

"You can’t go to work, you’re a woman now."

Brandon shrugged, "True, I am a woman and I don’t work at Community Trust Bank. But, thanks to you, I’m now a dramatic actress making 20 million-a-picture." Eve felt a memory returning to her, one that actually hadn’t been with her before.

"Then who am I?"

"You’re my best friend, Eve."

They found themselves in the dining room, sharing a cup of coffee. Eve looked befuddled into Brandon, now Samantha’s eyes. "It’s been nice talking to you, Eve. You’re such a nice friend, but I really have to go. Principal photography starts today on that new picture I told you about."

Eve smiled; she couldn’t do anything else. The two hugged each other goodbye and Samantha left.

As soon as she was gone, Eve realized what had happened. Her new life came back to her. Unmarried, a feminist and a virgin. The idea of sex soon became foreign to her mind.

Eve buried her head, knowing this was her own doing.

She lifted her face up slowly.

Her eyes were moist with tears.

 

 

The Bright Room

David Brown awoke in a bright room. The light stung at his eyes, persistent and as bright as, if not brighter than, the noonday sun. He tried to move, but found himself frozen, hanging in the air with nothing to support him.

Only his eyes could move on their own. He looked around the room; all was a featureless blur of light, except a sharp silhouette. The silhouette appeared to be human, but David couldn’t see enough of the form to know for sure.

His instinct screamed to him that it had to be an alien, but his intellect cautioned a rush to judgment. Part of him wanted to dismiss all this as a dream but the very hope that this was a dream killed any chance of it actually being one.

David tried to breathe, but found he was unable to.

The silhouette filled out. There was a middle-aged man before him. His head was completely devoid of hair. His face was calm with his lips turned neither upward nor drifting downward. He was dressed in a gray robe without seams, two generic arms reaching out of the sleeves.

"Hello, David. Do you know where you are?" The voice was passive, without aggression, harshness, or pleasantness.

David, unable to speak until this moment, answered, "No."

The man walked closer, "Why is that?"

"I don’t know."

"Very good."

"Why?"

"Would you like to know why?"

"Yes."

"So would I."

David kept his eyes focused on the man, "Who are you? What are you doing to me?"

The man stopped right next to David’s side, "Who do you think I am? What do you think I’m doing to you?"

David could only answer, "I don’t know."

"Very good."

"Why?!"

"Would you like to know why?"

"Yes, very much."

"So would I," repeated the man.

David struggled, trying to move.
"Why are you doing that?" asked the man.

"Because I don’t enjoy feeling helpless."

"Why?"

"Would you like to know why?" asked David slyly.

"I already know why, I was just asking out of fun."

"Fun?!"

"Correct. Don’t you find joy in this situation, David?"

"No, and how did you know my name is David?"

"It’s one of many things I know. Would you like me to change things so that you can find joy in this situation, David?"

"I don’t know."

"Very good." The man reached over and touched David’s face. His soft fingers ran across his facial contours. David knew he was going crazy, because the places the man touched felt different than they had before. His lips puffed up and his facial hair smoothed away, leaving behind satiny skin. His hair reached out when touched by the man, forming a red cloud around his head.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Making a woman out of you."

That was the first straight answer the man had given him.

"Why?"
"Because I can."

"Why me?"

"Because you want me to."

David was about to answer back that he was wrong when he realized the man was right. Deep down in his heart, he did long to be a woman.

"Why me?" asked David again.

"For anything, there must be a first. You are the first."

"But, why me?"

"Any first would say that. I had no reason for choosing you over anyone else. It was just a choice."

"What will I do, I don’t have a life as a woman!"

"Most unfortunate. Hopefully, you will adjust."

The man caressed his neck, massaging his Adam’s apple away. David spoke, only this time his voice sounded unnatural, girlish. "Please, don’t do this to me."

It was a lovely voice that David would have certainly admired, had it belonged to someone else. On him the voice felt frightening, as though he had transformed into a helpless mouse.

"Don’t be afraid, David."

The man’s hands worked their way along his shoulders, drastically reducing their diameter. David bent his head to observe the changes and was surprised that he could. Whatever parts the man touched were under his control again.

He watched as the man moved over his arms, reshaping them like a piece of clay.

Shorter and proportional, his new shoulders and arms were now free from the trance. David examined them with care. Bright red, 2-inch nails adorned each of his petite, skinny fingers. Long, slender hands without flaw attached to those fingers. Tracing his eyes up one arm and then the other, he could not find a single body hair on one inch of his new flesh.

Using one arm to peruse the other, David was astonished as the two slid against each other without any friction.

The man traced his fingers along David’s straight, manly chest. The groves of hair that once covered his chest vanished away with his touch. His torso, wide and heavy, reduced to a mere fraction of its former mass. The torso he was left with felt strange on his body. The man ran his hands across David’s small nipples. The areolas pushed outward. The man gripped David’s nipples and began to pull. Stretching like a taut piece of cloth gripped at the center, his nipples expanded into two pleasant breasts that sat perfectly on his smaller chest.

David reached down to touch the nipples and found a soft tingle accompanying his caresses, almost like a bodily hum.

The man continued, shrinking David’s back with his fingers. He made his way down to David’s straight hips. Pushing firmly, he squished them. David felt the force, but it was not as painful as he had anticipated it would be. Soon his waist was so small that even his tiny torso seemed large. So small his new hands could easily encircle it.

His stomach had also shrunk in response to his new waist and now had a sunken appearance. Pulling on his hips, the man gave him broad, yet slender, womanly hips.

David closed his eyes, then reopened them.

"Are you gonna do it?"

"Yes, I am."

The man reached between David’s legs and teased his pubic hair, within seconds, he had no pubic hair. He gripped David’s penis and proceeded to push it carefully. His penis slowly sunk into his body, taking his away prostate with it. His urethra receded.

He took a deep breath; glad he could breathe on his own again.

Quickly, what remained of penis was resting closely against his pubic mound in the form of a clitoris.

The man kept going. He gripped David’s balls and pressed. His testicles climbed their way up his scrotum and into his pelvis where they dug themselves a vagina. His scrotum followed them closely and sucked itself inside out.

All that remained were a few folds of skin and a tight crevice.

David laid his head back, he was a woman. In place where it counted, he was a woman. The man slid his fingers carefully along David’s legs and soon they were apt compliments to her lovely arms.

The man took a step back to admire his work. David felt the force that had been holding her up diminishing. Soon, her feet found the ground. It took a few seconds to adjust not only to feeling of the ground beneath her feet again, but to her new weight distribution as well.

"I guess I’m done."

"No, you’re only beginning."

 

 

Manhunt

It began in Dallas. An average American city. Quiet.

In pieces.

The investigators soon discovered that it was a criminal act. Using military explosives some madman had leveled the downtown center. Thousands perished. Thousands more were left homeless. The police didn’t even know where to begin, until they got an e-mail.

"Prepare to be overthrown" declared the message. Several groups, including the NSA, CIA, and FBI attempted to track down the origin of the e-mail. They soon traced it back to a Houston web café. Records indicated an unidentified individual logged on for five-minutes and then left. None of the workers at the café remembered the individual.

The trail quickly went cold.

Then the terrorist struck again.

The Missouri Governor’s mansion was attacked. Each and every person in the building was killed. In all, 300 died. But, the security footage recorded the grainy image of a woman, a blond woman in a business suit.

The terrorist finally had a face.

The FBI sealed everything within ten miles of the mansion instantly. The terrorist still got away. Frustrated, they began searching the archives, hunting for fingerprints. Nothing turned up.

The trail went cold again.

The terrorist struck again, this time hijacking a plane out of New York bound for Los Angeles. The terrorist now had a voice.

"Prepare to be overthrown" she repeated. The negotiators tried to reason with her, in sky and on the ground at LAX. She finally agreed to release the flight crew and two hostages.

Twelve people. It was start.

The twelve people quickly exited the plane. The negotiators quickly returned their attention to the terrorist just in time to watch the aircraft explode.

Hundreds died again, but the terrorist was apparently dead.

Then, LAX vanished.

Several thousands died.

Another message came.

"Still alive."

The investigators that survived the destruction of LAX checked the remnants of the security footage. The blond bomber showed up several times. Apparently, she had found some way off the plane and into the terminal, where she had stashed several more military explosives.

The terrorist had gotten away again.

A Los Angeles reporter demanded the terrorist show herself and give up. The terrorist showed herself at the news station. As millions of terrified viewers watched, the terrorist executed one person after another, leaving behind the reporter that had asked for surrender.

The terrorist, with a heavy pack on her back, took the reporter to downtown LA, to the tallest building in the county and put the backpack on the reporter.

She turned to him and smiled. The reporter screamed.

The cameras could not see what he saw, nor hear what he shouted. The terrorist shot both his legs and ran. Chopper cams tracked the terrorist as the police closed in.

Then, she just vanished.

The police conducted an inch-by-inch manhunt the likes of which had never been seen before in American history. But they were distracted by the fact Downtown Los Angeles had also gone the way of Dallas.

The terrorist had escaped their grasp once again.

America cried in outrage

The terrorist only intensified her efforts; the mass of humanity that is New Jersey fell at her hands. The great UN building, as shining beacon of peace, crumpled into a hopeless heap.

Nothing seemed to stand in her away.

Then she took out the government. First, the Supreme Court, then Congress, and finally the President.

But one man would not let her get away. A single secret service agent tracked her, running through the back streets of Washington DC.

Then she vanished.

He followed her path and found a nondescript man sitting in a dark corner. He raised his gun, "Come quietly."

The man raised his face and frowned, "What fuck you talking about?"

"You heard me, miss." The man got to his feet and stared at the secret service agent. The police finally caught up with the agent, just in time watch the man change into a perfect mirror image of the agent.

"What are you?" asked the agent.

The man changed into a woman, a naked woman.

"I am one of the original inhabitants of this planet. I am one of many that call themselves the Meta-stables. You know me as a Changeling. Long ago, you forced us from this planet. Now I am here to help retake our home. I am the first and I am not the last."

The woman explained her people have the ability to change appearance at will, the reason she was able evade their primitive defenses.

The agent fired. The woman fell. "I am not the last" she repeated.

News services carry the awesome discovery that the terrorist was a Changeling, a creature thought to be only to be a myth.

The world shudders as one. There will be other Changelings; they might be on Earth right now. But the Changelings had been beaten once, perhaps they can again.

 

 

Lost and Found

Julian Kit stared into the mirror. "Oh what a tangled web we weave when we fuck around with women and make them leave." A smile reflected off the flawless surface.

Julian pulled on his Cleveland Indians jersey and a pair of boxers.

"Well, Chief Wahoo, looks like it’s just you and me from now on. Oh, don’t worry Dickie, I didn’t forget you." Julian fondled his penis under his boxer, which remained limp. He sighed, "Yah, I miss Andrea too. Them’s the breaks."

He pulled back the covers and lay down in bed. He clapped his hands and the lights went out. A sigh escaped his lips. "Oh, how the darkness is a sweet distraction to the silent darkness of reality. Without knowing why, it soothes me. I stare into the darkness and, for the briefest of moments, I see the darkness staring right back at me."

Another sigh. Julian closed his eyes and brought about sleep in a matter of moments.

His night was a dream-filled one, as is everyone’s. However, tonight would be different from any other night he had experienced. One dream involved a large, dark bird.

The bird stared at him, like the darkness, an empty, endless void.

No sounds emerged from his lips for his dream had struck him dumb. The bird, though, had no such disability. "I am called Caesar, ruler of the void that in night. I see much unhappiness in you. It is my job to alleviate that problem. What can I do for you?" A thought crossed his mind before he was even aware of it. The bird squawked an affirmative and the dreamscape vanished. Moments later, Julian was conscious.

He pressed his fists against the bed and entered a sitting position. "How odd." he mused. But odd was scarcely the way to describe his circumstances, or the world that lay before him.

The opposite wall still possessed a flawless mirror, only now its wooden frame was now decorated with angels and flowers. The wall behind it was a lovely shade of pink. Flowery designs punctuated the wallpaper where once plain white had been.

The cabinet was the same as the bookshelf next to it. His bedroom, for all intents and purposes was no longer his. Things like the carpet and the pillows appeared unchanged, but they were in the minority. Even the bedsheets were not untouched. Instead of the nice gray they were yesterday, they were a sharp pink with white lace around the edges.

Julian tossed the covers off with a frown and looked down at himself. He was wearing a woman’s nightgown. The silky fabric clung tightly to his masculine body, in sharp contrast to feminine aspects of the item. Julian touched his chest experimentally; his body encountered no foreign reactions.

He hiked up the nightgown and looked down. In place of his boxers were a pair of woman’s satin panties. The existence of Julian’s dick and the dimensions of his pelvis stretched the small garment beyond natural proportions.

A dozen theories began floating around Julian’s head. Had Andrea and couple of her friends conspired to embarrass him? It was highly unlikely, if not impossible. This just wasn’t the way she worked, besides, he doubted that they could change his room around this quickly.

Julian swiveled to the left and laid his legs over the bed. The panties dug tightly into his ass. He fingered them for a moment. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to take them off. Julian examined the bookshelf. Instead of titles like: "A Detective in Paris", "Shoot-out at the Corral" and "Northern Adventures," he could only find books like, "Romantic Interlude", "101 Ways to a Satisfying Orgasm" and "The Woman’s Way."

Cosmopolitan magazines had replaced the Sports Illustrated magazines on the floor. Julian gulped and got to his feet. He went over the clothes drawer and opened it. Instead of a dozen or so shirts, a dozen or so woman’s blouses were revealed to him, all neatly arranged, in contrast to mess that had once existed there.

The next drawer. Instead of boxers, briefs and socks, there were satin panties, polyester panties, cotton panties, crotch-less panties, nylon panties, and finally pantyhose. In the back were a couple of woman’s athletic socks.

He was afraid to look at the next drawer, but did so anyway. This one contained robes, nightgowns like the one he was dressed in, slips, halter tops, low-cut shirts, and tank tops.

Next, press right into your flesh jeans and mid-thigh shorts. The most frightening drawer, the bra drawer, followed this. The silky garments shocked him. He knew they had to be there, but their presence unnerved him. Things were getting really strange around here and he really needed an explanation fast.

The drawer following that one contained the skirts. They didn’t bother him quite as much for some reason, but then again, he was of Scottish descent, and those things weren’t too far off from a kilt.

With a sigh, Julian closed all the drawers and sat back on the bed. An instant later, he decided it was much more prudent to examine the rest of the house.

Opening the door to the hall gave him another surprise; the hallway too had been changed. The art decorating the walls left little doubt that it reflected a woman’s interests. The bathroom door was open, an inviting bathtub within sight.

Obeying a deep and buried urge, Julian finally pulled off the panties and gown and walked over the bathroom. He turned on the water and began filling the bathtub. Opening the nearby drawer, he pulled out a container of scented bath wash and added it generously to the tub. Rummaging through the drawer, he brought out four different, feminine bath and hygiene items.

Failing to understand the reason for all this, Julian discovered he was just being taken along for the ride. When the level of the tub was sufficient, Julian turned off the flow, placed the four items next to him, and entered the tub.

The feel of the bath was glorious. Julian had to admit to himself that even though he had taken very few baths in his life, they were not an entirely negative experience. Seizing the nearby bath scrubber, Julian automatically applied a couple dabs of the first item, Special Skin Care Bath Lotion.

The scrubber tingled against his skin as he washed his face with it. Enjoying the invigorating feeling, he moved the item down to his neck where it worked even more wonders. From there, it traveled to his back and shoulders, massaging away the collateral aches and pains. Next came the arms and legs.

Only when it was done did Julian realize the full impact of the scrubber. Where it had touched his hairy legs, they had developed a smooth and shiny sheen. His arms had encountered the same thing. Other than that, they were the same.

He wondered momentarily whether the lotion had been replaced with Nair, until he remembered that he was allergic to it. Without thinking about it, Julian reached over for the next item, Leave it to Her – Shampoo.

He took a sizable wad in his hand and rubbed it together on his other hands. Then, he placed his hands on his head and began to massage in the shampoo. When he was done, he dunked his head under the surface of the water and came up.

Immediately, things had changed. He could feel his formerly short hair falling against his shoulder. But with his mind that way it was at the moment this was a trivial matter. He reached over for the next vial, Pleasure Wash.

Reaching with his toe, Julian pulled out the bath stopper and lowered the water level several inches. Then, when the level was better, he reinserted it.

Using generous gobs of the wash, Julian reveled in the sensations it generated. The lotion covered him entirely, exciting his nipples and dick (although it was still flaccid at the moment). When he was done, there was something strange about his chest. Reaching down, he gasped. His tits, once flaccid and tiny like his penis, had grown many times in size and were presently standing at attention.

Not only that. For some reason, his entire body also felt different; smaller, lithely and feminine.

Unable to resist, he went for the four item, Fresh and Clean Douche Ball. Eyeing the object carefully, he smiled unconsciously and lifted his pelvis out of the water.

Julian’s suddenly throbbing dick breached through the water followed closely by his hairy balls.

His breath short and shallow, Julian aimed the douche ball and squirted on his genitals. The head of his penis thinned out, reducing in length as well. His balls gripped the sides of his member and reduced in diameter.

Another squirt. A pleasant tingling enveloped his groin and soon spread all over his body. Reaching down with one hand, Julian was surprised to discovered that his penis was no longer present.

His head tilted to look at his genitals, eyes wide open. In the place where once he had possessed a sizable cock and hairy balls, resided a minuscule cock laying flat against his groin and a hair-fringed fleshy, moist slit which descended deep into him (her?).

Julian grabbed the side of the tub in shock, forcing waves of water onto the tile floor. Julian examined the rest of his body.

His legs were smaller than he remembered them, taking another look. He was shocked that he had even accepted them at first. They were startlingly tiny. Along with them came small, size five feet, like a child’s, but oh so sexily crafted.

Julian’s once muscular stomach had lost all its tone, while somehow maintaining an exquisitely crafted form. The pelvis that now undoubtedly held her (reality was beginning to sink in) womb was perfectly forged for the explicit purpose of containing and gestating a child.

Julian’s large, chiseled chest was now small, doll-like and adorned with two erect nipples. Those milk-producing, erection-inducing nipples rested atop the most perfect pair of breasts to ever grace a woman’s body. No sag, no gross and overzealous size, just sheer, crafted perfection.

Walking over to the mirror, Julian could see the last pieces of the bath’s work. Her once masculine face had been replaced by one small like the rest of her, perfectly proportioned, unknown to gene-mutation or outside damage. This was not the face of prom queen, but rather the love-dream of every man on the planet, from birth to death.

Julian found herself in a most enviable and frightening position. If she couldn’t find a way out of her current form, then there would be quite a few other positions she would find herself in, like a missionary position.

Julian massaged his tits. The feelings that resonated in his womanhood were extraordinary. He thought back to the dream. What had he wished for Caesar to do to help him? All of a sudden, it came back to Julian. He had wanted Andrea back.

There was a picture resting on the counter. She and Andrea were holding each other in a sensual embrace.

Julian remembered that she had told him once that she enjoyed the company of women more than the company of men. Julian smiled. While he might have lost his manhood, he had found his girlfriend again.

 

 

It

"It’s not something you can avoid, Walter."

Sigh. "What is it?"

Melissa clutched her hands together, "Very hard to describe to someone who hasn’t yet gone through, it."

I frowned at Melissa. She was clothed in a Cleveland Indians jersey that fell mid-thigh. And what thighs they were. Words leave me when I see them; wondrous and lovely are all right for comely women. But the English language was just not made to allow for perfect ones.

Once you got past those glorious thighs, you understood the greater purpose of her body. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they completed her body so well that who was I to complain?

However, despite all this, she did have her flaws. Most notably, when we would go out to the mall together, I would catch her eyeing the other women as longingly as a man would. It was disturbing, but she routinely professed her love to me, so I didn’t worry much about it.

Then, came this.

After a night of long, passionate sex, she whispered in my ear a simple phrase; "It is coming, Walter."

This prompted me to whisper back, "What?"

"You’ll see. "

Last night, I had cropped it up to playfulness, but this morning she opened with, "It could come any day now ".

"What?"

"What you least expect."

"What will it do?"

"Change you forever in every way you can possibly imagine. "

So there I was, full of questions and getting only riddles from my girlfriend. It was incredibly bizarre.

"Ok, let me get this straight, Melissa. Soon, ‘it‘, whatever it is, will find me and do what to me?"

She smiled seductively at me, lifting her jersey slightly to expose more of her thigh. She walked over to where I was standing and grabbed my hands. "Stay right here with me today. Don’t work."

This was really strange. Of all the people is the world, Melissa was not the one to tell me to take a day off. Sure, things were going well at Web Graphics where I worked and one day wasn’t gonna hurt, but that wasn’t what it was about. Or ‘it‘, I imagined.

"What’s wrong, Melissa? Are you pregnant is that ‘it‘?"

Melissa smiled, stifling a laugh, "No silly, that’s not it. Besides, I’m on the pill, remember."

Sigh. "So what is it?"

She shook her head, "You won’t understand until you experience it." By now I beginning to get a little nervous, "What if I don’t want to experience it?"

She hiked her jersey up, fully exposing her pussy, "You have no choice, it will find you. Please stay with me, Walter. I want to be with you when it happens."

Taking her in for a moment, I knew there was some activity in my pants, "All right, I’ll stay here will you. But only if you don’t mention ‘it‘ again."

Melissa jumped at me with joy, "Oh darling, you won’t hear about it ever again unless you so wish….it."

She planted a kiss on my lips and forced her tongue into my mouth. A positively cock-teasing experience. I took my shirt off and tossed it on the floor.

I know I’d have to call in later, but this business seemed to be a little more pressing, against the inside of my jeans to be precise.

Hiking my uncomfortable jeans and boxers off, I eyed my dick. As I expected it rock-hard and beginning to turn purple.

"Hey, sailor. Want me to show you where you can put that?"

"I think can find my way on my own."

This was our favorite game, find the pussy. I looked about the room. "Now where could it be?" Melissa smiled and tossed off the jersey. Once again, I was reminded of her utter perfection.

"Are you sure you don’t need any help?"

"I don’t know, I thought it was around here somewhere."

"Why don’t you search here, sailor. I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere around here," she gestured to herself. By now my dick was begging me to just shut up and fuck her, but I wasn’t about to go down that easily. This was about bragging rights.

"Hmmm, I don’t know. I can’t see it anywhere." I walked over to Melissa and began my routine. "Let’s see. Could this be it?" I brought my face down to her tits.

"I don’t know, I’m not sure. I’m gonna have to feel them." I brought my hand to her tits and began swirling the areolas. Melissa panted like a mink. Pressing the tits between my fingers, I twisted them back and forth. Melissa swooned, clenching her legs. "I don’t know, sailor. They don’t seem like a pussy."

"Right, but I can’t rule them out yet. I’m gonna have to taste them." I brought my mouth down to her tits. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around her breast, moving closer and closer to the tit, but never quite touching. She was gonna have to beg for that.

Melissa whimpered, unable to speak. I began kissing her breasts, trailing my lips along her ample bosom. She cried, the pleasure within her so great. I stepped back and shook my head, "Sorry, ma’am, but it doesn’t taste right. It’s not a pussy."

Melissa panted, "Keep looking." Casually, I walked around her and paused. "Hmm, I remember a pussy being a hole. This is a hole. Could this be a pussy?"

I gingerly touched her ass. I rubbed my hands along her small buttock and then between her cheeks. She moaned; this was the part she enjoyed the most.

Her ass opened slightly at the touch of my fingers, allowing me to slip a finger inside. Moving them in and out slowly, I gave her ass one hell of a finger fucking. Even from here, I could smell her moist pussy.

"It sure feels like one, but I’m gonna have to taste it to be sure ". Melissa, began mouthing ‘fuck me‘, but I wasn’t about to give her the contentment, yet.

Melissa sat down on the ground, with her tight, pink asshole turned to me and began rocking in anticipation. I started with the ass pucker, then moved to the crack between her cheeks. Occasionally, I touched the edge of her pussy, but only to tease her.

Melissa shook with pleasure, cursing me under her breath for holding back her orgasm. I turned her around to face me, "I guess there’s only one left to go. I certainly hope it’s the pussy."

Me too, mouthed Melissa, to horny to speak aloud. I bent over her pussy and let my finger drift over her pubic hairs. Melissa bit her lip, desperate to climax, but willing herself not to. I had to give her that, she was determined.

Slowly, I let my hand drift to her clit and play with it for a minute. Once I had brought her to climax by that alone. Her hips began to thrust unconsciously; she was losing the battle. Then, I played dirty; I pushed my fingers into her wet cunt.

Melissa orgasmed immediately. She screamed in pure ecstasy, and grabbed at me with her hands. Her hips rocked violently and her open pussy dripped onto the carpet.

Breathing quickly, she was able to utter, "Fuck me, fuck me." Since she had lost, I had little choice but to oblige her.

I spread her legs and held my dick before her inviting pussy. She moaned again. I pressed my dick again her pussy, letting it rub her clit momentarily. She shivered. I could bring her to orgasm again with this, but I had my own pressing need to attend to.

I shoved my dick against her pussy again and it immediately gave way, accepting my manhood into her body. I began fucking her with quick, short strokes, bringing myself ever closer to orgasm.

She let out a little cry, in the grips of intense pleasure. My balls swung against the side of her buttock, arousing her even more.

Soon, the sexual animal within Melissa was released. Desperate for release, she clawed at my back with her long fingers and pressed her teeth into my shoulder. Blood came close to spilling.

But her release would not have to wait long, because a handful of seconds later I orgasmed, releasing my seed into her receiving pussy. A moment later she had her second orgasm.

"Oh yes! Yes! YES!" Feeling my dick softening, I slipped myself out her, dripping a gob of cum on her forearm. Seeing the white-yellow spot, Melissa smiled.

In seductive fashion, she brought her arm up to mouth and using all of her tongue, licked the cum off as though it were chocolate.

"Yummy" breathed Melissa, her eyes telling me she wanted more. Crouching down, she brought her mouth to my dick and began kissing and sucking. From my vantage point, it almost looked like CPR.

Either way, it worked. A few seconds later, my dick began to rise again, revived. As she worked her way along my shaft, I discovered I was now moaning. Melissa smiled up at me with her dewy eyes, amused by my reaction for some reason.

When I was thoroughly hard, she wrapped her lips around my dick and took my whole shaft into her mouth. It was, perhaps, the best blowjob she had ever given me. A moment later, I orgasmed for a second time. Cum splashed out of her mouth.

She did a pretty good job of swallowing most of it, but several drops spilled over onto her tits. Seeing her mistake, she smiled sweetly with her cum-stained lips.

"Not much of a meal. Please sir, I’d like some more." She giggled and bent over to lick my dick dry. In record time, my dick was up and hard. Eyeing her tits, I told her lie on the floor.

I rubbed my rock-hard cock on her tits, letting the nipples play with the head. Melissa moaned, her nipples hardening as my hot flesh rubbed her body.

All of a sudden, my dick orgasmed again, shooting cum all over her tits. Working like a fireman with my hose, I made sure her sexual fire was smothered. Melissa rubbed her chest with her hands and brought the cum up to her delicate lips.

She rubbed it all over her face a like a child, then licked each and every one of her fingers clean. By the time most of the cum was gone, the sight of her had brought me to another erection.

Turning her around, I decide to take care of her last cavity. Rubbing her cheeks with my dick brought another moan from her lips.

Then, dispensing with foreplay, I shoved my dick into her ass. It was tight but gave way to my dick. In short order, we both orgasmed.

Successfully satisfied, I lay back on the floor and enjoyed my sexual bliss.

Melissa, cum-stains all over her body, smiled and whispered, "That was wonderful, too bad it is coming very soon ".

Frowning, I looked at her for a moment, then shook my head in confusion. "Don’t worry," she touched her fingers to my lips, "You’ll understand in time."

With that she rose from the floor and walked over to the bathroom. Looking at the floor, I stared in awe at the huge dark stain my cum had left behind. But I was upset when I saw that I had also stained the Indians jersey as well! I really enjoyed seeing her in it.

Sighing, I pushed the jersey away and glanced up at the ceiling. The sight I saw next was forever burned into my memory.

Nothing seemed amiss as first, then a small cloud began to swirl right above me. I stared up at the swirl, which quickly changed into something resembling a hurricane. Then the gap between odd and utterly weird was bridged. The mini-hurricane began to glow.

In retrospect, I guess I should have run for my fucking life. But there was something about the disturbance that tranquilized me into staying where I was. Then it lashed out.

The tip of the distortion shot out at me, striking my head. Quickly, it moved down my body, terminating only when it reached my toes. When it was done, it quietly vanished, leaving no trace that it ever existed.

I checked myself. I was fine, except for the fact that seeing a lightning storm in my apartment had made my bladder weak.

Getting up on unsteady legs, I aimed my stream at the already moist blotch and let loose until I could again control myself. Shaking all over, I looked over at the bathroom and saw Melissa staring at me.

"That was it."

My mind jumped back to her comments earlier. "What is it?"

"I don’t know, I never found out. I only know what it does to people."

I was hyperventilating, "What does it do?"

"You’re going to find out, I guess."

"Dammit, Melissa! This is not a game, tell me!"

She shook her head vehemently, "I can’t! I won’t! It won’t let me!"

"I thought you said that you didn’t know what it was?"

"I don’t, all right. It’s some kind of thing and it does stuff to people. I just can’t tell you, but when it’s done, you’ll understand. It’s not out to hurt you."

I held my shivering arms; "I’m leaving."

"It won’t let you go. Whereever you go, it’ll find you. People that it hasn’t touched can’t see it. No one will help you. Please just accept it."

"I won’t let it do something to me. No matter what it is or how benevolent it might be."

Melissa dropped her head, "Let me show you something."

She dropped her head down to my chest and began licking my small, male tits. To my complete shock, they responded, a thousand times more sensitive than they had been a few minutes ago. She rubbed them back and forth with her tongue, making them harden like they never had before.

"Look down at your cock." I looked down, expecting it to be rising to the occasion; instead, it was as limp as an overcooked noodle.

"This is only the first change, the others will change you even more." I glanced up at her, nervous about what was happening, "Into what?"

Her lips tightened, "I can’t tell you. Don’t worry though, you’ll understand soon enough." I asked her what we should do now. She smiled warmly, "Let’s go shopping."

I looked at her, wondering if all those orgasms had fried her brain or something.

"Why?"

"I want us to do something together. Besides, you’re off for the day, why waste it at home?" I doubted she was serious about sex being a waste of time. But I didn’t have an excuse lined up, so had to go with her.

I took a quick shower and threw on a pair of jeans and a white shirt. Melissa drove to the mall, which was fine by me. I had a lot of shit to think about.

‘It‘. What could ‘it’ possibly be? According to Steven King, it is occasionally a strange looking clown. In this case, I doubted I was dealing with the same ‘it‘. All right, facts. Melissa knows something about ‘it‘. Reason? Beats the hell out of me. What does she know? It’s benevolent, doing something to me and what it does, she can’t talk about. All in all, looked pretty grim for me.

The mall was as busy as one would expect it to be on a weekday morning.

Fortunately, the food court was open, so we could get some breakfast. I had my usual, coffee, toast, and egg, while Melissa opted for a tofu meal, not unusual at all, for her.

When we were finished, Melissa led me over to the woman’s clothing section. With a sigh and a bit of reluctance, I followed her in. Now for me, I felt like I had suddenly entered a foreign country, full of dresses, bras, slips, and panties.

Melissa went over the wall and looked through a row of nice dresses. With a gasp, she found one that pleased her and held it up to show me. "Isn’t it beautiful?" I nodded unconsciously, wishing I were elsewhere at the moment.

"It’s a satin blend, incredible. It’s so beautiful. Unfortunately, it looks like it might be a tad too big for me in the chest."

I frowned, wondering where she was going with this.

She lowered her voice to a whisper, making sure only I could hear her, "But, I think it might fit you just right." I wanted to recoil in shock, but my muscles didn’t want to work. Instead, I reached over and examined the garment carefully. It seemed so small and delicate in my hands that I was worried a wrong move might tear it in half. There was no way I was gonna squeeze my body into it.

But my body didn’t want to hear this message, instead, it nodded. Wondering what the hell was going on, I found myself walking over to the woman’s dressing room. None of the other female shoppers seemed to notice or even care that a male was interested in a dress.

Pushing aside the curtain, I was greeted by a horrifying sight. Over the wall opposite to me spun a cloudy disturbance like the one I had seen less than an hour ago.

My hands, no longer under my control, closed the curtain behind me.

Then, my feet, also working with their own agenda, moved me closer to storm, then stopped. So, there I stood awaiting round two. It came quickly, the beam beginning only a few seconds later and finishing in less time than it took to breathe. When it was done, it vanished without a trace, like the other one had.

I was gonna check for changes, but whatever was controlling my body had other plans at the moment. It forced me to remove my clothes and lay them on the floor. Unable to glance down, the strange force made me unzip the dress and climb into it.

To my utter surprise, the dress didn’t stretch or split as I had predicted. When the strange force finally gave me control of my body again, I immediately turned to face the mirror.

I was more than floored, I was devastated. Three things immediately struck me; first of all, my torso was much smaller than it had been a few moments ago, the same went for my waist, which still looked like mine despite its smaller dimensions and finally, all the patches of hair on my body were gone. Face, legs and arms were all the parts I could visually confirm, but I guessed that the change had affected my entire body.

I gulped and looked at the front of my chest. I had missed something in my first glance, pressing again the material of the satin dress were two, nascent breasts.

My mind reeled in two directions. Part of me wondered what the hell was going on. Here I was in a dress, in a woman’s store, hairless, with a woman’s dimensions and the beginnings of a woman’s breasts. What that meant was a thing my mind wished not to ponder. The other part was pleased with the way that the dress clung to my body and displayed my small, but apparent breasts. Shaking my head, I dispelled both ideas.

I took stock. My hair was still in the shaggy cut that I liked. My face, while hairless, looked just like it always had. My dick was still present as a quick grope revealed. As well, my legs and arms were still close to the size they had been before.

Touching my breasts lightly, I was shocked by their sensitivity. It was almost as if someone had abused my poor chest. They were so tender.

Pulling my hands away, I thought about what to do for several minutes. Melissa was expecting me outside, and I doubted whatever controlled me from time to time would let me out here without strutting my stuff. Another headshake.

Pushing aside the curtain, I walked into the store and waited for the comments to fly. Melissa walked over to me, holding a couple of dresses in one hand.

"Wow, it really looks great on you, Lili."

Lili? Lili! Why the hell could she call me Lili?! What was going on here? But, instead of objecting, I smiled and glanced over at the mirror.

I played with my shaggy hair and I adjusted the straps.

My mind told me I was beautiful, an idea my male intellect refused to swallow. A saleswoman came over to us, "Hello, how are you to finding everything, ma’am?"

I glanced over at Melissa, but she just shook her head. The saleswoman was talking to me. She thought I was woman. A female. A person with a pussy. I had half a mind to hike up my dress, flash her my dick and say, "Ma’am this!"

Instead, the force controlling me made me say, "Everything’s wonderful, do you have anymore dresses in this color?"

"I’ll look, what’s your size?"

I had no idea, but my body responded for me, "A seven."

The saleswoman nodded and went off to look for the dress I requested. I glanced over at Melissa and asked, "Lili?"

"I’ve always wanted to know someone named Lili. Besides, this way when it is finished, Lili will have always been you."

I was beginning to understand, "So it changes men into woman and makes it seem as though that’s how they’ve been their entire life."

Melissa frowned, "I can’t say anything, you’ll have figure it out yourself." I felt frustrated. I was growing tits. I’d lost all the hair below my scalp. I was being referred to as ‘ ma’am ’ and my girlfriend might know something about what was happening, but the strange force pushing me was also be pushing her too.

Melissa told me to cheer up and showed me the other dresses. Five, all for me. Oh, joy, thought my male intellect sarcastically while my body meant it.

The salesperson came back, "That’s the only one we have right now. But, our affiliate across the street, Elegant Women might have it." Melissa smiled and glanced at me, "Is that right next to Victoria’s Secret?"

The saleswoman nodded. Melissa ushered me over to the dressing room and handed me the dresses. They all appeared to be variations on the one I was wearing right now. As I expected, each of them fit excellently.

I was about to put my male clothes on when I was done trying them on, but I couldn’t find them. I had piled the dresses on top of them as I tried each one on, but when I lifted the dresses now, they had vanished. I looked on the floor, every conceivable place I could. I couldn’t find anything at all. They were gone.

Finding no other way to clothe myself, I put on the satin dress I had the spend most time in and walked out with the other dresses slung over my shoulder.

Seeing that I no longer had any clothes and thus no wallet, Melissa paid for the dresses. We then walked across the path to Victoria’s Secret.

Several men passed by at the same time. Melissa got a couple of looks and second looks from the men. I, on the other hand, only got a nervous glance from the nerd at the back.

I felt hurt. But then, why would I? It made me even more confused about what was going on.

As soon as we entered Victoria’s, my heart sunk. It was waiting for me. The distortion formed even faster than the last time and before I could react, it was done and gone.

I immediately recognized several changes. There was a strange pulling in my chest, probably from an increase in breast size. As well, there was a tingling on my neck, which I figured was my new, longer hair. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, but it made me do neither. It made me smile.

The saleswomen walked up to us, "Ladies, how are you this morning?" Ladies, another ax stab into my male psyche. It made me respond with a high soprano, "We’re fine. What do you have in size 4 panties and 32D bras?" I could only suppose those were my new female sizes.

Until I entered that room, I never knew there was so much choice in woman’s underwear. With a guy, there are just boxers or BVDs, cotton. With a woman, there are panties, thongs, crotchless panties, or pantyhose, to name just a few, made of so many different materials and blends.

And that didn’t even get into the bras and all else that goes with that. I wanted to go with plain old cotton panties, but it made me get a little bit of everything.

Melissa happily footed the bill again.

Of course, my body had to try on one of the thongs and a bra. I entered the changing room. I unzipped the dress and put on the underwear. The bra was much easier to put on than I had expected, mostly because ‘it’ helped. I put the dress back on and admired myself in the mirror. To my surprise, the mirror has been replaced by the vortex. Having taken care of the rest of my body, the distortion focused mostly on my manhood. It was over in an instant. The bulge in my panties vanished; I was a woman, complete.

I never did figure out what it was. Melissa and me stayed together for a little while after my transformation finished, but despite her looks of longing, she liked men more than she liked women.

Fortunately, she introduced me to her brother, Ryan.

We fucked the first night we spent together. It was glorious.

Then, came the sensation. I had to say the words, I couldn’t stop, "It is coming, Ryan."

 

 

Terry Tarry

"You have one wish," replied the genie.

Terry tapped his finger, "Hmm, what could I wish for. I don’t know, what do you suggest?"

The genie’s eyes bulged, "Well, you could free me."

Terry rolled his eyes, "Yah, right. I’m not gonna give it away that easy."

The genie frowned, "So what do you want?"

Terry shrugged, "I can’t make decisions."

The genie moved his fingers, "Then I’ve got a wish for you."

Terry found himself in a department store. He had a woman’s body, but he was a nude mannequin. Terry tried to scream but found he couldn’t. A lady came up and clothed him. "I’ll put you up in the front window." Terry didn’t want to go in the front window. But he didn’t have a choice; he’d never have to make a choice ever again.

 

The End

 

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