Caught

I’ve been imprudent. I pushed my luck and I’ve been caught.

I remember when I bought those pills from that strange man that day. What was I even thinking? Those could have been just anything! I could have been dead by now. But I’m not. In fact those pills did exactly what I have been promised they would have done. It is pretty incredible actually. To think that there are drugs capable of changing someone’s gender. It’s stuff more akin to a sci-fi movie than to reality.

The first time I took one of them it felt like I was burning inside, like I was about to melt. The pain was unbearable. But it ended soon, and I was left to contemplate my new form. My tits… my pussy… I had become a girl! Like I always dreamed! That first day I couldn’t even gather the courage to explore my transformed body. Sure, I obviously couldn’t resist the temptation of fondling my new tits, and I even went as far as teasing my new genitals. But I was still too scared to go farther. What if I was stuck like that? Eventually, after an hour or so, that terrible pain came back and I went back to being myself, like nothing had happened.

It took me a couple of days before finally deciding to take another pill. This time the pain felt less intense than the first time. Shut in my room I finally fully explored my new body. It felt so soft. So sensitive. Masturbation was like nothing I had ever experienced. Nothing I had ever felt was comparable to the first time had an orgasm as a girl.

It eventually became a habit. Every time I had the house for myself, even for just an hour, I would take one of those pills and spend the following hours masturbating until the effects ran out. I even went as far as buying a dildo from a sexy shop. It felt rather embarrassing to buy it, but it was worth it. After a while, when I was completely sure I was alone, I started to get out of my room and go around the house, and play dress-up with my sister’s clothes. Those were the best days of my life. But I became incautious, and now those days are over. I’ve been caught!

Why did I even took the pill that day? I was well aware that my best friend would have come to my place. I was the one who invited him. Sure, he wasn’t supposed to arrive before an hour, but even if he had not been that early the effects would have hardly run out even by the time we agreed. Why did I do it? I felt so exposed, so powerless. Being caught while masturbating with my dildo… it was mortifying. It didn’t take long for him to start blackmailing me. He said that if I did not do as he said he would have told everyone about my secret.

Now every time one of us has the house for himself I have to take the pills and have sex with him. Every time. By now I’ve become more his fuck toy than his best friend. But I’d lie if I said that I don’t enjoy it. It is amazing! It is what I had always dreamt. In fact by the time I had finally been caught, I had already grown tired of just masturbating alone in my room. I was eager to step up my game. To experience the real deal. I craved sex as a girl!

Perhaps that was why I accidentally invited him over an hour earlier than what I was supposed to…

Modesty

Here's something quite new to me, requested by latina :) I hope you'll like it!

I’m kind of sorry to not have joined the other girls. It would have been nice to go with them to drink a coffee or something, but I’m starting to realize that they are not the best company for me now. They’ve stopped pressuring me to turn my back to my religion, but I’m afraid they may lead me on the wrong path. It makes me sad to stop hanging out with them, but when the Day of Judgment comes they will not be there when I will have to face Allah. Moreover I feel like I already have a much stronger bond with the girls I met at the sisters’ study circle and at the Qur’an classes I’m attending. We are like-minded, and they share my mission of being a good Muslim. If my friends don’t approve of my change of heart, then they are no friends of mine!

Julia looked so sad. She probably feels guilty for what she has done to me. I’ll admit that I was pretty mad at her until just a few weeks ago. The measures she took to teach me a lesson were kind of extreme, but after all now I can understand why she did what she did. As a guy I was an asshole, and it wasn’t nice of me to mock her for not being able to find a boyfriend and to encourage her to dress sexier and more scantily in order to get guys’ attention. What was I thinking? No wonder she cursed me and turned me into a girl.

It was so hard to get used to my new body at first, and the worst part was that I wasn’t even enjoying exploring my new parts, and checking myself out in the mirror. It felt so wrong to lust over my new forms, and I couldn’t even stand the thought of wearing revealing outfits to highlight my curves. Only after a while I realized why I felt like that. When I bought the Qur’an and started reading it every day, I was moved by those words, and understood how beautiful that religion was. I immediately got rid of all the tight clothes and everything else that may have attracted attention, and started to dress modestly. I started wearing the hijab as a devoted Muslim girl should do, covering and protecting my whole self, including my mannerisms, my speech, my gaze, and my heart. The five daily prayers became soon the focal points of my day, and as I understood the beauty of Islam more and more I also understood the errors of my ways. Thankfully Allah is all-understanding and all-forgiving, and I will do everything I can to mend my ways and be with His Will.

Sure, I went through major changes since my transformation, physically, mentally, and spiritually, but now I understand that what Julia casted upon me was not a curse, but a blessing. From now on I’m going to live my life as a devoted and pious Muslim woman, and I will serve Allah’s will. I still remember my life as Dominik, and sometimes I kind of miss what I have left behind me. But that’s why I should apply myself even more, and repent and ask Allah for forgiveness for all the sins I have committed in the past. From now on I will live as A’ishah, and I will work day by day to become the best Muslim girl possible.

Tasty

This is awful!

Why did I made that bet? Sure, the prospect of finally getting some pussy if I won was appealing, but I shouldn’t have accepted the conditions knowing that if I lost I would be the one to suck a dick.

I have to admit those pills are incredible. I really am a woman now, tits and everything. It feels so alien but I’d lie if I said that it isn’t also fascinating.

But this is terrible nonetheless. Getting throat-fucked like this… I feel so used… it’s so humiliating… so…arousing..!

No wait! Of course it isn’t! This is the worst!

This smell… This taste… Do all dicks taste this goo…DO ALL DICKS TASTE LIKE THIS?!

I… I guess I have to find out… NO! What am I even thinking?! I can’t let myself enjoy this!

I hope he likes it… I… I think I’m getting wet…

I must drive away these thoughts! I… I feel something! This taste… Is it pre-cum? Is he about to cum?

Thank god this will be over soon! I just have to get these thoughts out of my head! Just a little bit more and…

Oh god! Here it is! So thick… So salty… it tastes… it tastes rather good…

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?! Imustnotswallow!Imustnotswallow!Imustnotswallow!

Well maybe swallowing won’t hurt… after all what good would it be to waste all this delicious cum…

Why am I thinking like this?! What is happening to me?!

I… I… Oh God...

I LOVE COCK!

My trial

Requested by Atoli :)

That day… my life changed forever.

<<You… You won’t accept me in the fraternity?>>

<<Fuck no! Look at you! You’re a wimp! If we took you in we would become the laughing stock of the campus!>>

<<But… I…>>

<<Piss off sissy! Try with the ZβZ next door. You will be a much better fit for a sorority!>>

Assholes! Fucking assholes! Who do they think they are to say those things to me? Sissy… all right, I may not be the manliest of men. I’ve been girlish looking since I was a kid, and often times guys hit on me without realizing that I’m actually a guy. But that’s exactly why I wanted to join a fraternity! College can be my chance to revolutionize my life and create a new persona for myself. I want to be manly! I want to play football, and hit on chicks, and all that kind of stuff! Hell, I’ve even started hitting the gym in order to become more buff and look manlier. The results are still not great, but I’m working on it. Why the hell did they have to treat me like that?

There’s the ZβZ sorority. Fuck off asshole! You can’t tell me that I would fit well among girls! Even though I wouldn’t mind to be close to that chick at the doorway. God is she hot! The type of girl I would love to lose my virginity to. And also the type of girl I will never have. Turns out chicks don’t like femmy looking guys. Life sucks! Wait, is she calling for me? It seems like she’s gesturing me to go there.

<<Yes you! Come here, don’t be shy! I’ve got something to tell you!>>

Am I dreaming? Is that eye candy really inviting me in? Oh well, I’d be a fool not to at least see what she wants.

<<Hi! I’m Nina, nice to meet you! I’ve never seen you around here, you must be a freshman. Have you considered joining a sorority?>>

Seriously?! She thinks I’m a girl?! Fuck this shit! This is becoming the worst day of my life!

<<I’m sorry but… I’m a guy, you see.>>

<<Yes I know, I saw you being rejected from the ΩθΦ. Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem. Please come inside, I’ll explain.>>

How can that not be a problem? Does this sorority also accept male members? Well, since I’m here I may as well follow her. Maybe if I actually join these girls it will be a nice chance for me to finally lose my virginity. That would be so cool!

Back then I couldn’t possibly imagine that I would have left that house as a girl.

As soon as I got inside other two girls joined Nina in welcoming me in the sorority. They were so gorgeous, and I was so uneasy. I was dumfounded when they got close to me and started to undress me. What the hell was going on?

<<Don’t worry, this is just your initiation. Relax and let us work our magic.>> said Nina.

I couldn’t believe it. Was I really that lucky?! Was I about to lose my virginity with three girls at the same time?! Talk about starting with a bang! I did as she said. I relaxed and let them undress me. Then the two girls pinned me down, and Nina started to play with my cock, teasing me, and smiling at me. I was getting so hard.

<<It’s such a shame that a pretty person like you has a cock. You would look so much cuter without it.>> she said smirking. Then she grabbed my dick firmly with her delicate hand, and started to pull. It hurt! It really hurt! I tried to break free, but it was like I had just been drained of all my energies, so much so that even two petite girls were able to keep me immobilized. All I could do was lay back passively as Nina kept pulling my dick. I felt it going numb, until it almost didn’t feel like a part of me anymore. It felt like something was being sucked out of me, and the pain was getting less and less intense, until I heard a pop sound and didn’t feel my dick at all anymore. All I could feel down there was now an unsettling void, and as I looked down in disbelief, I saw a completely flat crotch where my dick used to be. Nina was smiling down at me, holding what looked like a dildo. Only its shape and size looked all too familiar to me. She was holding my dick!

<<There we go. Much better!>> she said. <<I’m sorry for having done it like this. You see, obviously the sorority can accept only girls as new members, but you looked so cute that it would have been a shame to lose the chance to have you join our group. So the best thing to do was obviously to get rid of your cock and balls. Now you are a girl, and you can join us! Isn’t it awesome?>>

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. They had turned me into a girl! Only then I started to fully realize all the alien sensation that my new genitals were giving me, and it was so disturbing. I cried, and fidgeted, and protested with all my might. I wanted my dick back! I wasn’t going to passively accept the fact of having been emasculated by those girls

<<You’re taking this a lot worse than I expected. Fine, if you really want your little thing back so much, I’ll offer you the chance to earn it back. You see, we planned to have you face our initiation trial to join the sorority, but since you don’t seem willing to join us, I guess it will work as a challenge for you to pass in order to get your manhood back just as well. But you won’t face our test before tomorrow night! In the meantime, try to enjoy your new body. I’m sure that if you give it a try, you will find out that being a girl is not all that bad.>>

As soon as they let me go, I stormed out of that house. There was obviously nothing I could have done at the moment beside leaving that place and waiting to face whatever crazy trial they had in store for me. After all, what had just happened to me was something beyond any imagination, and if I wanted to get my dick back all I could do was do as they said. As I got home I decided to go straight to bed. I had planned to check out my new private parts, and maybe explore them a little bit. It felt so strange to have a slit down there in place of my bulge. But as I looked down at it I was simply too unsettled to do anything besides covering it and pretend it wasn’t there. That must have been all a dream, and I would have certainly soon woken up.

Unfortunately when I woke up the next morning not only I still had a pussy, but I also realized that my whole body had changed as well. I was now shorter, and frailer, and my hair were now slightly longer. My skin felt so soft with no trace of a beard to be seen, and my nipples itched like crazy. As I checked out my chest I noticed that it was like two very small mound of flesh had developed there, and when I rubbed them it felt disturbingly good. Distressed by that alien feeling, decided to get out of my house as soon as possible to get to class as nothing have happened, hoping no one would have noticed my transformation. However before that I had to use the bathroom. I held my pee for the whole previous day in order to avoid doing it as a girl, but now I just couldn’t hold it anymore, and I had no choice but to sit on the toilet and let it go. It was one of the most unsettling things I had ever done.

With a large hoodie and a beret to hide my new physique and hair, and wearing my glasses instead of contacts to disguise my new feminine facial features, nobody in class seemed to notice that I was different, maybe simply because they never paid much attention to me anyway. However I felt so petite, and weak. All the guys were towering over me, and they were so big. They scared me. My unease became even worse when I got to the gym. I don’t even know why I didn’t skip it. I guess I just wanted to go through my day as if nothing had changed. But a lot had changed, and I now looked even more feminine than I did in the morning, so much so that I even noticed some guys checking me out while I was doing stretching. It wasn’t the first time a guy thought I was a girl, but this time that was a painfully true statement. And worst of all, I think I actually enjoyed that attention. I immediately noticed how much weaker I now was due to my petite physique, and decided to get right back home since it was no use to keep training. I didn’t even shower at the gym, afraid that someone would have found out my secret. I ran home and immediately got under the shower, hoping I could wash away all the shame I felt through the day as well. Under the running water, I came to the full realization of all the changes my body had gone through during the day. I had lost seemingly all the muscles I was able to build since I started hitting the gym, my skin felt so soft and sensitive, and my whole body, from my legs, to my butt, to my chest, felt much softer and rounder. Even my new breasts had become bigger. They now looked like proper tits, although they were still modest. Looking at myself in the mirror I realized nobody would have been able to tell I used to be a boy.

That madness had to end! I would have passed whatever test those witches had in store for me and I would have got my manhood back! I went back to the sorority, ready to face whatever challenge awaited me, but as soon as I saw the skimpy black dress they had ready for me to wear, and the makeup kit they were holding, and the amused smirks upon their cute faces, I felt all my confidence fade. They got me all dolled up, and when they were done with me I looked gorgeous. I could have fallen in love with a girl that pretty, only that girl was me! It felt so weird, and yet strangely intriguing. Then we all got to a club, where they explained me what I was to do.

<<If you want to turn back into a guy, you will have to flirt with five guys and get them to buy you a drink each. That shouldn’t be difficult. You look amazing!>>

Even though I hated to have to admit it, she was goddamn right! I was incredibly hot, and I was exploding with confidence. I was determined to do whatever was necessary to win the trial, so I got on the dance floor right away, dancing my heart out and moving as sexily and enticingly as possible, trying to get the guys’ attention. Soon enough, they started to flock to me like bees to honey. In just under an hour I had already got four guys to buy me a drink only to ward them off right after that. I was really acting like an bitch, and I would lie if I said that I wasn’t enjoying it quite a bit. However I realized that due to my now much frailer body I didn’t handle alcohol well at all, and in no time I got incredibly tipsy. And when I laid my eyes on Nick, that gorgeous stud sitting at the bar, more than as a possibility of getting my final free drink and winning the trial, I saw him as a hottie I wouldn’t have minded to take me home. By that point I wasn’t even paying attention to the strange thoughts going through my head. We flirted, we danced, and we had a wonderful time. And finally I took him to the sorority, where I lead him to a bedroom, and made passionate love to him.

Oh how I was craving for that moment. He was teasing my clit, and playing with my pussy, and for the whole time I felt the burning desire of being filled by his manhood, and when he slipped his shaft inside of me and started to pound my throbbing pussy I was breathless. It felt so good! I threw my legs in the air and cried in ecstasy as he kept fucking me harder and faster. That night I discovered the pleasures of a girl’s body, and got addicted to it! That night I said goodbye to my life as a guy forever. For all my life people mocked me, telling me how much more fitting I would have been as a girl. Well, they were right. Now that I was one, I realized that I couldn’t possibly give up the joys of femininity. And the next day, when Nina offered me back the dildo that used to be my dick, I threw it in the trashcan and embraced life as a woman. I wanted more! I wanted it all! And Nina was so happy for my decision. We became best friends, and started to hit the club together looking for guys. She’s the best wing-woman a girl can ask for, and I’m the best fuck a guy can hope to score at the club. I love my new life so much!

A little surprise - Part 2: The adults

<<*Anf!**Pant!* Yes! Keep going!>>

<<*Anf!* This is amazing!>>

<<*Pant!* Wait! Stop!>>

<<What?>>

<<I… I think I’ve heard some noises from downstairs.>>

<<It’s nothing! Let’s keep going!>>

<<Stop! I’m serious! Yes, there is someone in the house. Your parents… I mean, the kids… I mean, out bodies must have come back!>>

<<So what? You think we should stop just because of that?>>

<<Of course we should! I’ve already let this get way too far!>>

<<Oh come on! Don’t act like you were not enjoying that. You were moaning like a horny little slut, and your expression was telling me that you were loving it as much as I was, if not more.>>

<<But… I… I don’t want them to ear us. It’s too embarrassing…>>

<<Then I guess we will have to keep quiet.>>

Arnold felt once again his wife cock slowly push inside of his new pussy. He gasped as it reached all the way up to his cervix, and immediately his legs went numb. Then his wife smirked, and started to pound his throbbing cunt harder and faster, and all Arnold could do to avoid letting out a cry of ecstasy was bring his petite hand to his mouth and shut it. He stared back at his wife, pissed off for that harshness, and yet unable to focus on anything beside the pleasure that was giving him. Unable to stop he started to fondle his clit with his other hand, which sent shiver down his spine. He couldn’t stop. He knew how wrong all of that was, but he didn’t care.

By that point he couldn’t even tell how he allowed himself to get that far. It took hours for his wife to calm him down after she pulled that trick on him, trapping him in Clara’s petite body. It was so disturbing to be now stuck as a teenage girl, and the only feeling surpassing the incredible unease he felt for his new body was the rage he felt towards his wife. How could she do that to him? She talked about getting through their predicament together, but how could she think that it was a good idea to swap him with his son’s girlfriend? That was insane! And yet he didn’t fight when she lead him to his son’s bedroom, nor did he do anything to prevent her from getting him undressed, and then spread his legs, and finally have her new manhood fill him. He just went with it, and enjoyed the ride. She was right, he was loving it! Nothing he had ever felt before compared to the feeling of being penetrated. He soon found himself in a state of total bliss, and now he was trying his hardest to achieve it again after having been interrupted by their bodies coming back home from their romantic date.

He heard what used to be his voice coming from the next room. He could hear the pants, and the groans, and the moans. It was so disturbing to think that his old body was having sex in the other room while he was being fucked by his own son. And yet when he looked up at the guy humping him, and saw him staring down at him with a lustful look upon his face, he recognized those eyes as his wife’s eyes. At that point he realized that nothing mattered. That wasn’t his son fucking him. He was his boyfriend, and he was now a teenage girl making love to her man. Suddenly his wife threw his legs up in the air and started to pound his him even harder, and Arnold couldn’t help but start crying for the pleasure. He wasn’t holding back anymore, he wanted it all! And he had it all, for the whole night. From that day on he would have remembered his first night as a girl as the most magical of his whole life. He didn’t even care about going back to his old body, he could live as a girl. How could he ever give up his newfound youth and lust after all?

A little suprire - Part 1: The kids

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What are friends for

<<*Anf!* *Pant!* Thank you Luchas! Thank you so much! I’m so sorry you have to do this! I hope you’ll forgive me!>>

“*Sigh* How long is he going to keep on apologizing? He has been a broken record for the past few hours. Why have I even accepted this deal?”

<<Please try to understand! *Anf!* *Anf!* I was broken hearted when Carly left me. How could she do that after all the years spent together? *Pant!* I can’t just get over her! I need her in my life! Even if just for brief moments like this! *Pant!*>>

“I guess this is still better than him constantly weeping over her. When I said I would do anything to help him get over his fiancée this wasn’t what I had in mind. But if this makes him happy I guess I should not complain. What are friend for after all?”

<<*Anf!* God this is amazing! It’s just like I’m still with her!>>

“Is he going to shut up already?! This is unsettling enough as it is even without him babbling this nonsense! That’s it! I’ll let him finish and then I’ll go home and we will never talk about this again!”

<<*Pant!* *Anf!*>>

“Well… I guess if he ever feels that depressed again I should probably help him… I am his best friend after all. And I have to admit that despite the strangeness of this situation, getting fucked feels rather good…”

<<Yes! I’m almost there!>>

<<W… Wait! Hold on! *Anf!* Do not stop just yet Jake! *Pant!* Keep going!>>

<<T… Thank you Luchas! You’re the best friend one could ask for!>>

<<*Pant!* Call me… *Anf!* Call me Carly!>>

The new cheerleader

Requested by Elva ^-^

<<Whooo! Happy birthday Daryl!>>

<<Congratulation sport! You’re 18 today! You’re an adult!>>

That was a very important day for Daryl, and not only because it was his birthday. Sure, his parents’ and friends’ attentions were nice and all, but he couldn’t care less about that, neither did he care about the party they organized for him that evening. All the time he just thought about the moment he would have left his place to get to the club. He never liked that kind of places, and he usually avoided them, but this time it was different. He had a goal. He was determined to get there, chug some alcohol, and finally find a girl to lose his virginity to. He had waited far too long for that, and that would have been the night! Of that he was sure!

However when he got there all his confidence seemed to disappear. He was so out of his element. But he imagined he would have reacted like that, that’s why he planned to start drinking in order to loosen up before attempting any approach with the girls. He got to the bar and ordered the first thing he heard another client ask for, not even knowing what that was. Like it would have made any difference, he had never drunk anything before anyway. It tasted awful, but after a couple of sips he already started to feel more at ease. That’s when he noticed one of his classmates on the dance floor. And not just any classmate. She was no less than Katrina, the head of the cheerleader team. God how beautiful she was. Well, to be fair all the cheerleaders were breathtakingly gorgeous, but Daryl always had a crush on Katrina, ever since he first saw her in class, and it was incredible how so much hotter she had become ever since she joined the cheerleader squad.

Normally he would have never had the courage to even talk to her, let alone hit on her, but being his first time drinking he was already feeling kind of tipsy, and full of courage. “Fuck it! Let’s do this!” he said to himself, and joined her on the dance floor. Katrina couldn’t help but laugh at his clumsy attempts at dancing and acting cool, but she couldn’t deny that there was a certain cuteness, if not even some charme to it, so she just went along with it. She had never seen that part of Daryl before, and she was both amused and intrigued by it. Daryl of course started to feel even more confident seeing he wasn’t being rejected, and so he started to chat nonchalantly, doing his best to keep his cool and to make a good impression. However the drinks started to affect him even more, and he was getting progressively more hammered, and having let his tongue loose he let the fact that he had a crush on her and wanted to lose his virginity to her slip out. He felt like he could have died for the embarrassment, but once again he was surprised by Katrina’s reaction. She was laughing, but not like she was mocking him. On the contrary, she seemed flattered by that discovery.

<<So you really are a virgin? And you want to lose it with me? How cute. Well, all things considered you are not that bad-looking, and I’ve never done it with a virgin. All right stud, what do you say if I take you to my place and get down to it? It’s your birthday after all, and I haven’t got you any present. I bet I have just the right thing to make you happy.>>

Daryl couldn’t believe his ears. That was like a dream come true! He let her lead him to his car, and during the ride he couldn’t help but keep talking about how much he liked her, and how hot he thought she looked in her cheerleader outfit. Katrina humored him, and when he noticed him awkwardly trying to hide the hard on he was getting thinking about her, she started to tease him even more, saying how much she wanted his cock inside of her. When they finally got to her place, Daryl could barely contain himself. She led him to the bedroom, and once there she told him to get undressed and wait for her. Then she disappeared into the next room. When she came back she was dressed in her cheerleader outfit. Daryl’s jaw dropped to the floor to that sight. It was like being in one of his fantasies, just like he always wished his first time could be.

<<I want to make your first time special.>> she said smiling.

God what a goddess! However when she looked down at his dick she busted out laughing. She was quite literally hysteric, and all of Daryl’s confidence and eagerness disappeared, leaving only a deep shame.

<<Oh my god! It’s so small!>>

She was mocking him! She saw his manhood, and she thought it was ridiculous. Even laughable.

<<Oh god! How are you even a man? I’ve been with most of the football team, and believe me, the smallest one is almost two times bigger than that ridiculous thing! Oh my god I can’t breathe!>>

Daryl was mortified, and felt like he could have broken into tears any second. However he at least didn’t want to give her that satisfaction, and so he got up trying to leave that place. However she blocked him, and her amused expression became serious.

<<Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you! I gave you my word after all. You’re going to lose your virginity tonight!>>

He didn’t know what to think, but he sure didn’t mind hearing those words. So he did as she said. He watched her walk to her closet and take out a pair of panties with a matching bra and another cheerleader outfit, complete with its pompons. Before he could say anything she got close to him and gave him a passionate kiss. Every doubt instantly disappeared from his head, and he almost had already forgotten the humiliation he had just been subjected to. However when their lips parted he realized that he couldn’t move. Despite how much he tried it was like he was paralyzed, and he started to panic. Katrina smiled at him and pushed him over the bed.

<<You know why all the cheerleaders at school are so incredibly gorgeous? Because our uniforms were blessed by a witch years ago. Every time a new member of the team wears one of them, she transforms into a total beauty. Now, with that pathetic dick of yours you are clearly no man, but I think the team could use a new member.>>

Scared and confuse Daryl couldn’t do anything besides laying back and let Katrina have her way with him. She took the bra and slipped Daryl’s arms into the shoulder straps. It was clearly too small for his male chest, however when she clasped it behind his back he felt his figure shrink until the bra didn’t feel tight anymore. Now it was perfectly fitting, and to his dismay Daryl saw his chest inflate as two small perky tits developed over there, filling the cups of the bra. Then Katrina made him put on the top, and as it passed his face he felt his features change. His jaw and face reshaped into a feminine visage, his arms became thin and his shoulders narrow, and his hair grew past his shoulders and turned blonde. She then said to him to say goodbye to his pathetic little dick, and she put the panties on him. He could just stare in disbelief as his bulge shrunk leaving behind a completely flat crotch. Katrina took a peek under the panties, and Daryl could catch the sight of his new pussy. Katrina smiled pleased and she took the last part of the outfit, the miniskirt, and when his legs had finally transformed, becoming long, smooth, and toned, Daryl realized he could finally move.

He was shaking with fear, running his new petite hands all over his body, sensing his new soft skin, and his changed features. Before he could say or do anything Katrina pulled him up and put him in front of a mirror, where for the first time he could see what would have been his reflection from that day on. A petite, gorgeous blonde was staring back at him in disbelief, mimicking his every move. She was so pretty, and fragile, and Daryl suddenly realized how different he felt, and how weak and vulnerable he now was. He was so petite. A well-built guy could have easily tossed him around however he wanted, and with those thin and muscle-less arms he would not have been able to put up any fight if someone was to force himself onto him, and throw him on a bed, and then spread his legs, and then… Wait! What was he thinking?! Why was he having those thoughts about guys forcefully having sex with him?! And why did he feel a warm sensation down in his crotch? Oh god! Was he… was he getting wet?!

<<Well, Emily, I’d say you turned out quite hot. Like, obviously you did. We all did. Tell me, do you like your new body? Aren’t you eager to join the team? I bet you are. Don’t worry, the girls are going to love you, and the guys… well, even more. Speaking of which, there’s a party the football team is throwing, and all the other girls are there. What do you say, would you like to meet the others and show the new Emily to the world?>>

Despite knowing that he should have been scared and freaked out by what had just happened, Daryl was too dazed to do anything out of his own will, and he just followed Katrina wherever she was taking him. Once at the party, he was introduced to the team, and all the girls were so kind and friendly with him, and when they learned that he used to be a guy they got even more welcoming. After the introduction and a couple of drinks Katrina told him that it was now time for him to go through the cheerleading squad initiation: he would have had to satisfy everyone in the football team. Whatever was left of Daryl personality would have screamed in terror hearing those words, but Emily instead felt herself burning with desire. It was crazy after all for an 18 year old girl to be still a virgin, especially considering how beautiful she was and how much more experienced all her friends already were. So she happily let Katrina lead her to a bedroom, where she laid on the bed waiting for the first player to come in and make her experience the joys of womanhood. Katrina did keep her word after all.

The things we do for love

I love my girlfriend.

She’s the most important person in the world for me and I can’t even think of ever losing her. And I was so close to lose her. I remember my shock and my despair when one evening she confessed the truth to me. I was shattered as she opened her heart to me, telling me that for all that time she had been living a lie, that despite the wonderful moments we had together our relationship could not go on anymore. That for all that time she was actually a lesbian, striving to fight her true nature and to hide it from anyone. She told me how attached to me she was, and that if there was a guy who could ever make her happy that was I. But she could not go on like that anymore. She had to come to terms with her true self. And now that she came out we couldn’t be together anymore.

Hearing that broke my heart. She packed her stuff and left our apartment, leaving me alone with nothing but the memories and an immense void in my heart. I couldn’t go on like that. I couldn’t live without her.

Finally I took a desperate decision. I went to that infamous clinic, the one that had been under a storm of controversies recently. The doctor tried to convince me to ponder that decision. He told me that the procedure was still experimental, and that I would basically have been a guinea pig. I didn’t care. There was only one thing I wanted. He explained the procedure to me, some stuff about rewriting my genoma, and inhibiting my testosterone receptors. I did not understand a word of it but that wasn’t important at all. All that mattered was the result. I had to get her back.

The first few days were hard. My new body felt so strange. My soft skin, my feminine face. I was so scared at first. Eventually I started to get used to it. I took care of myself, trying to become the most gorgeous woman I could. And I have to admit, I’m pretty happy with the results. I was glad to discover that she did not find someone else in the meantime. So one night I got dressed in my best outfit and headed to the pub. I knew that I would have found her there, she loved that place so much. We used to go there together constantly. A few days back I couldn’t have thought of ever going back there, it would have been too painful to see her again. But now that I was ready I hoped with all my heart I would have found her. And there she was, sitting at the usual table, drinking alone. At first I wanted to run towards her and get her back immediately. I could barely contain myself. Then I noticed the jukebox and an idea went through my mind.

I walked towards it strutting sexily. I inserted the coin and selected the song. Our song. Number 6: “The things we do for love”. As the music started to fill the place I notice her rise her head from her drink, surprised. Our eyes met and I started to dance my heart out, swaying my hips and biting my lips sexily. As I kept shaking I could feel the stares of all the men in the pub on me, but there was only one stare I cared for. Looking at her straight in the eye I invited her towards me. We danced together happily, embracing one another as the music went on.

** Ooh you made me love you, Ooh you've got a way, Ooh you had me crawling up the wall**

We drank together and had a great time. Then we exchanged a passionate kiss. Oh how I missed to kiss her. Her perfume. Her soft lips.

She took me to her place and as we got there we immediately rushed to the bedroom, throwing ourselves on the bed, kissing passionately and undressing each other as fast as we could. Her delicate hands caressing my soft skin felt amazing. She was biting my neck and rubbing my groin when I decided it was time to let her know the truth. So I said to her the sentence that always melted her.

<<I’m so glad you’re part of my life.>>.

I meant every single word with all my heart.

As she realized who I was she was shocked at first. But eventually we both became thrilled, hopelessly happy that we were together again. And now we could stay like that forever.

I love my girlfriend. I love the things she does to me. I love the way she fucks me. I was so close to lose her.

It’s amazing. It’s extraordinary. The things we do for love.

My new feelings

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<<I… I can’t do it! You can’t force me to do it!>>

<<I can and I will! Listen, you really have no choice! I’m not going to change you back, unless you do as I say!>>

<<But I’ve already done everything you said! I went on dates with him, I’ve been kind, I’ve been loving… I’ve been the perfect girlfriend! What more do you want from me?>>

<<You’re not done yet! He’s never been happier before, and if you make him that happy I won’t allow you to disappear and leave him alone. You will have to go all the way!>>

Why am I even letting her treat me like this? Look at me! I’m being cornered by a frail petite teenage girl! A couple of weeks ago I would never have allowed this to happen! Then again, a few weeks ago I wasn’t a petite teenage girl myself. Right now I’m not sure I would be able to fight back at all. But more than my now much weaker body, what’s really preventing me from demanding respect are the changes my personality has gone through. I’ve become so submissive lately. It’s like I’ve transformed into the exact stereotype I had of Asian girls. Shy, quiet and sensitive. Right now I can’t even tell whether or not there’s anything left of my old personality. I know I should do something to get me out of this predicament, but I can’t do anything apart from standing here and letting this girl boss me around.

I was so thrilled for my trip to Japan. I saved money for the longest time in order to be able to afford it, and when I finally got here I could barely contain myself. Sure, it was fun to visit all the landmarks and learn about the culture, but to be honest the real reason I wanted to visit the country was the girls. I always had a thing for Japanese chicks, and more than the idols or the girls at the maid cafes, I wanted to see the schoolgirls. My mind would race at the thought of finding a cute submissive schoolgirl to date for a while. Well, things didn’t go quite like I expected. I was standing outside of a school checking out the girls, when one of them walked towards me with an enraged look on her face. She accused me of being a pervert, and told me to go away or I would have paid for it. I of course shrugged her accusations off, and would have kept going my way ignoring her, but she suddenly started to chant something in a language that sounded otherworldly.

Suddenly my whole body started to tingle, and I noticed that the girl was getting taller right in front of my eyes. No! I was the one getting shorter! I was now her same height, even a bit shorter. But not only that, I felt also much weaker, like all my body had just become thin and fragile. I noticed my hands getting smaller and daintier, and I felt my hair elongate and grow past my shoulders, and when I tried to scream what came out of my mouth was a female shriek of terror. Suddenly my clothes began to change. My sweater changed color and became tighter around my torso, and my pants merged into a skirt which then started to become shorter, exposing my new smooth legs. Scared and confused I could just stand there speechless, staring terrified at my new body. I noticed my new modest tits protruding from under my clothes, and I felt the panties I was now wearing running up my butt and enveloping tightly my now flat crotch. The girl in front of me had a smug, cruel grin on her face, and I realized that this was all her doing.

<<There! That’s going to teach you!>>

<<What… what have you done to me?!>> I asked terrified, startled by my new high-pitched voice.

<<I changed you into a schoolgirl to teach you a lesson! Now you are going to be the one getting ogled by perverts! Nobody is going to remember you as a guy! From now on you’re Yuki!>>

I couldn’t believe what I just heard, and yet my transformed body was proof enough of the truth of her words, and if she was capable of transforming me into a girl, she could have left me like that as well. I pleaded for her to change me back, saying that I was sorry and that I would have changed my ways, but she just would not listen. After a while she finally offered me a way out of that.

<<If you want to change back you will have to do as I say. And I think I know a good use for your new form. You see, my brother is a wonderful and sweet guy, but he’s not very popular with girls, and that makes him so sad. I can’t stand to see him like that, so if you want me to lift the curse, you will have to go on a date with him.>>

<<What?! I… I can’t do that! I don’t want to!>>

<<If that’s the case I guess I can’t force you. I’m sure you will get used to being a girl. Enjoy your new life Yuki!>>

<<No! No wait! Ok! I’ll… I’ll do as you say.>>

<<Wonderful! I’ll arrange everything. I’ll present you as one of my classmates. You’ll meet him tomorrow at the aquarium. Trust me, you’re going to like him, he’s such a considerate guy.>>

The next day I was at the aquarium as she said. It was hard to get myself all cute and prepped for my date. Applying makeup was even harder than I have imagined, and I felt really uneasy dressed like a girl, with the breeze blowing on my exposed legs, and the bra itching over my chest. I read her last message one more time. It was so threatening.

---Remember to act like you really like him! Don’t fuck this up or you’re going to regret it!---

Finally I saw a guy walking towards me, with an obviously embarrassed smile on his face. I recognized him from the pic the girl had sent me. He was my date. I let out a sigh of resignation, and then put on the brightest smile I could make. It was so awkward to introduce myself as Yuki, and that guy was so clumsy. He obviously had never been on a real date, and he was projecting so much unease. “Crap! Wasn’t it enough to having been changed into a girl? Do I really have to date this looser?”. What followed were some of the most difficult hours of my life. My struggle of the previous day with my new female body and all the alien sensations that came with it seemed like nothing compared to the embarrassment of dating that virgin. At least I had to admit that he really behaved like a gentleman, always kind and gentle, and only occasionally letting his hands wander a little trying to embrace or caress me. I obviously shunned all his avances, trying to make him believe that I was just being shy. If I kept the date going on like that it would have been quite easy to get through the day, and soon I would have earned my male body back. And yet something strange happened. Maybe it was just the pleasant atmosphere, but while we were looking at the fish tanks, immersed in the ethereal light, I started to see something in that guy. Something I wasn’t quite able to put my fingers on. All I know is that that time, when he got closer to me and tried to take my hand, I didn’t shy away from that gesture, and I let him grab me tenderly, basking in the sweetness of that cute gesture. It felt so unnatural, even kind of disturbing, and yet it was so pleasant. Nothing else worth talking about happened on that date, and soon I could go back to my new home after having parted from that guy with an awkward hug. Unfortunately that would not have been the end of my predicament as I hoped.

Apparently my date was so happy and so fond of me that he asked his sister to put in a good word with me. She wasn’t going to turn me back into a guy just yet. First I would have had to grant his brother at least a couple of dates more. I protested, but I obviously had no choice, so I just resigned to my fate. On our second date he took me to dinner, and once again he behaved impeccably. Not only that, after he was able to win his shyness, he turned out to be quite a fun and charming guy. I’d even dare to say that he was very likable, almost cute. It felt so strange to realize that I was actually enjoying the evening. During the following date I was even more charmed by him, and I started to be really disturbed by my new feelings. I had already noticed how much easier it had become for me to act all feminine and girly, but I was willing to consider that simply as a reflection of me getting more and more used to my new body. However that could not justify the feelings I was having towards that guy. Only then I realized that my personality was changing beyond my control. I was acting just like a teenage girl, and as unsettling as it was, being with him would give me butterflies in my stomach. Was I falling in love with him? No! That couldn’t be! I would not have accepted it!

I confronted the girl with all the determination my new personality allowed me to project, which wasn’t much unfortunately. I asked once again for her to change me back, but I received a no as an answer. Not only that, it was clear that she would have never changed me back. By that point I had basically become her brother’s girlfriend, and she was going to keep me as such. So now here I am, resigned to my fate. She’s telling me that this will be the night in which his brother is planning to make love to me for the first time. The night I have dreaded so much, the point of no return I did my best to avoid, is finally coming, and the most unsettling thing about it is that hearing these words that should make me fear what’s going to happen to me, are actually making me kind of wet. Yes, I’m actually eager to have sex with him. I’m a girl now both in body and mind, and I think I’m in love. There’s no use to fight back. I’m Yuki now, and I will forever be Yuki. I’m at least glad to have the best boyfriend a girl can wish for.