Backfire

Requested by marilin Salazar :)

<<All right, I hope I am not forgetting anything. Thank you for helping me with the luggage Martin. With your dad not here I don’t know how I would have managed without you.>>

<<No problem Christine.>>

<<Martin! I told you already a thousand time! You don’t have to be so cold and formal with me. You can call me Christy like your dad does. Or even mom if you wish.>>

<<…I’ll keep that in mind.>>

<<…Well, I really should go now, or I risk losing my flight. Have fun while on summer camp. It’s a shame your dad will be alone here while I’m on a trip and you on vacation, but thankfully I will be back soon. He can manage for one week I think. Say hi to him from me when you see it.>>

<<I’ll do. Bye Christine.>>

<<*Sigh* Bye Martin.>>

Before getting on her taxi, Christine gave Martin a warm kiss on the cheek. Martin pulled back annoyed and scrubbed his cheek in a very childish way, and looked at the taxi heading off, finally taking that woman way from him. No matter what she did, she always managed to make him so angry! Hell, he was angry she made him angry! At least now she was going away, and if he did things the right way, she would have been gone for good. Now that he was alone in the house he could put his master plan in action, and get rid of that woman forever. How dared she asking him to call her mom?! She was not worthy of it, nor she was worthy of his dad! He hated her, and hated how she was slowly driving his father away from him. But things were about to change, and when she would have come back from her trip she would have found her partner not wanting to even talk to her.

He headed straight to his father’s room, and started rummaging through the drawer where Christine kept her things. He felt like such a creep looking at that collection of panties and bras, but for his plan to work he needed some of her clothes. He took out a bra. It was huge. Like, really huge. Christine sure was a very well-endowed woman. Her curves were just breathtaking, almost to the point of being excessive, and as awkward as it was he had to admit that he could not bring himself to take his eyes away from her bosom when he saw her. Just another reason to hate her even more. His mom was such a petite woman, the polar opposite of Christine, and he could not understand what got into his dad to decide to start dating a woman like her.

He placed the bra on the bed, and took out the Medallion from his pocket. He looked at it transfixed, and a shiver went down his spine. He knew that was the thing to do, but it was just so scary. The power that artifact held was just incredible, and if used the right way it would have made him get all he wanted. However he could not help but be unsettled by it. Messing with magic could be dangerous, and most of all the thought of what he was about to do was just too disturbing. But he had no choice. With the Medallion held tight in his hand he reached for the bra with his free hand. As soon as he touched it, he felt like something stung the back of his head, and his body started to tingle. The first thing he noticed were his hair starting to itch, and as he reached for them with his hand he felt them getting long in his hand, until they grew past his shoulders and turned a shade of blonde. He then realized that he was getting shorter, and felt his facial features staring to rearrange themselves into a different visage, and as he looked at his arms he saw them become slim and his body hair disappear. Suddenly his hips swayed outwards and his butt became large and soft, and just as abruptly two large breasts appeared on his chest, and as he yelped for the surprise he realized that his voice had changed as well into Christine’s high pitched and infuriating tone. Finally the tingling sensation went down to his groin, and he felt his dick shrink and disappear inside his crotch. The changes finally stopped, and he looked down at his transformed body, only to find his new huge bosom obstructing his view and going up and down with every upset breathe he was taking. He turned around towards the mirror, and jolted in surprise as he saw Christine right in front of him. It had worked. The Medallion of Zulo had worked its magic, and he had just transformed into a clone of Christine just like he had planned. He should have been thrilled, but he was simply way too unsettled by that sight to feel anything but a sense of confusion.

It took him a couple of seconds before he could snap out of that state of dazedness, and then he felt resolute once again, determined to make his plan work. He took out other clothes from the drawer, and started to get dressed in them, trying his best to not touch his new curves, which turned out to be a lot harder than he imagined, since they were so cumbersome and bulky that it was basically impossible for him to move without accidentally touching them. He struggled a lot with the bra, trying his best to clasp it behind his back, and when he finally managed to do so his newly acquired tits looked even perkier and awkward. It was unsettling enough to now have breasts, but to have such big puppies hanging form his chest was just way too much. Plus the bra felt very uncomfortable, and it itched so much he just wanted to take it off. He was at least glad that the panties he put on felt much better, and it was almost pleasant to not have anything between his legs getting in his way, and the feeling of a flat crotch although alien was pretty enticing. He decided to wear pants, since a skirt or a dress would have felt just too weird, but he soon regretted it, since he struggled to even put them on due to his wide hips. Finally he put on a blouse and slipped inside a pair of heels. They were very uncomfortable, and it hurt to even take a few steps, but Christine wore nothing but heels all the time, even at home, and if he wanted to put on a good act, he had to do his best to look and sound exactly like she would have.

The result he saw in the mirror was satisfying enough, and although he still was quite weirded out by his new reflection, he could not help but smirk maliciously, and even strike a cute pose. He was positive his plan would have worked. Now that he had turned into a copy of Christine, and that he had a whole week before the real one would have come home, he finally had the chance to put on end to her relationship with his dad. It would have been pretty unsettling to pretend to be Christine, and he had considered the possibility to turn into his dad and make him leave her. He even used the Medallion to turn into him and call the camping to cancel his staying there, but he figured out it would have been quite hard to make the plan work without risking to stumble into his real dad, and most importantly of all it would have been quite useless to pretend that he was leaving that woman if as soon as he would have found out that she was pissed at him he would have run back to her. He needed to really make him mad at her, so mad that he would not have accepted any explanation from the real Christine. He still did not quite know how, but he had time to figure out a way. The most important thing at the moment was to do his best to get used to his new body as soon as possible in order to put on a convincing act, which would have not been that easy.

It was just so awkward! He needed to clear his mind, and whenever he was upset, drinking his favorite energy drink would always help him calm down. Plus Christine hated those drinks, which meant that for the next few days he should not have been caught drinking one, so it was better to have one right away before his dad would have arrived home. He wobbled on his heels to the fridge, took out a can, and chugged it down avidly. The energy rush that immediately got to the back of his head immediately made him feel much better. However soon he started to feel strange. His head started to spin, and his legs felt weak, so much so that he had to hold on to the counter in order to not fall to the ground. However it was no use. He felt his mind float, and he fainted. Martin should have been more careful while planning. He had such a low opinion of Christine that he did not expect she would have found his recent behavior suspicious, and that she would have caught him using the Medallion, and figured out what he had in mind. Nor did he expect she would have come up with a way to get back at him and make him pay for his schemes.

Martin was woken up by his concerned dad. He felt dazed, and confused, and his limbs were still numb. His father helped him rise up, asking worried what had happened, but Martin did not remember. Everything felt just so weird. He could not even tell who he was, and his dad’s words were echoing in his head making him even more confused. <<Christy! Christy what happened!? Are you all right?!>>. Christy… he looked down at himself, seeing his huge breasts go up and down with every breathe, and then looked at that man, and suddenly something snapped in his head. “Of course! I’m Christine! I must have passed away for some reason…”. The couple tried to figure out what had happened for a while. Maybe she felt weak because of the hot weather, and Martin must have left earlier for summer camp, so nobody was there to help her. Well, by the time her partner got home she had already lost her flight, and it was better for her to avoid going on a trip if she felt that sick anyway. Christine was glad of that. She had been looking forward to that trip for a while by that point, but for some reason she kept feeling like she should have stayed there, like there was something she had to do, even though she could not quite put her fingers over it. She was sure it would have come back to her mind eventually. For now the important thing was that she had two whole weeks to spend alone with her partners before that pesky kid would have been back from summer camp. It would have been great.

The real Christine was sitting on the plane, and smirked to herself as she thought about what was going on back at home. The drug she had put in Martin’s energy drink was guaranteed to mess up with him mind, and she could not help but wonder what he would have ended up doing while impersonating her. It was risky to leave him alone with her partner as basically a clone of her, but it was just so much fun to imagine what would have happened while she was away. However things would have gone, it was going to be a nice lesson for that pest, and he would have learned to not mess with her.

Becoming mom

Requested by Marilin Salazar :)

Miguel was a weird kid. While he looked and acted like a normal kid for the most part, he always had strange… fixations, which he carried with him way into his teen years. Like all the boys in his school he as well would check out all the pretty girls in class, but for reasons completely different from those of his pals. He wasn’t looking at their curves or their pretty faces because he was attracted by them. Instead his stare would focus on their clothes, the cute blouses, the short skirts, the lacy bra and panties he would manage to sneak peeks at from under their clothes. He envied them so much for being allowed to dress like that. He too wanted to feel silk on his skin, and the tight embrace of stockings, and the breeze blow through his bare legs and under his skirt, and his tight clothes highlighting his curves. God how he envied them.

Eventually curiosity had the best of him, and he felt the uncontrollable urge to try to dress like a girl. And since he could not possibly have gone out buying his own female clothes, he had to resort to his mother’s wardrobe. Every time he would be home alone, he would rush to this parent’s bedroom and take out all the dresses, and lingerie, and jewelry he could manage to try on during the time available to him before someone would come home.

One day, while he was dressed in his mom’s favorite dress, with lacy panties running up his butt, and a bra clasped around his chest, and high heels at his feet, and her necklace around his neck, something happened. He was practicing with makeup, and he just had finished applied lipstick, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and was actually pretty impressed at the results. Sure, he had got better and better in the past few months at doing his makeup, but that was incredible! His face looked fully female, and remarkably similar to his mother’s. The resemblance was actually so uncanny that he started to be freaked out by it as he kept staring at his luscious lips and delicate features.

He decided that that was enough for that day, and he tried to remove the wig he had bought to make the illusion more seamless, but as he tried to do so he realized that it just would not come off, like it was sealed to his head. Like those were his actual hairs! He remained paralyzed with terror as he saw those hair change color from blonde to a brown tone more similar to that of his mother’s hair, and then he felt all his body starting to tingle. He looked at his hand and saw it become slender and delicate right in front of his eyes, and then his arms lost all of their muscle tone and hairs. He felt a weird sensation down in his crotch, and as he lifted the dress he saw that it was now completely flat, with no bulge whatsoever in sight, and as he brought his hand down there all he could feel was an uncanny and unsettling void, and the startling sensation of a slit right below the silk panties.

The tingling sensation went to his legs, which started to transform becoming smooth and fatter, as did his butt, which started to inflate as his hips swayed outwards. As his figure kept changing he started to ventilate in panic, and to his dismay with each breathe he could feel his chest inflate, until two big breasts grew over it, filling nicely the cups of the bra he stole form his mother’s drawer. He was so overturned that he could not even master the strength to shriek, but if he had done so it would have come out in his mother’s voice. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and his heart sunk when he realized that he had transformed into a copy of his mom.

He started shaking uncontrollably, feelings his legs going numb, and he swore he could have fainted right there if he didn’t suddenly felt a strange and uncontrollable urge. He grabbed his mother’s beauty case and started to adjust his makeup, and comb his hair properly, and adjust his clothes, and it felt like he had been doing that all countless times before, and when he was done with it what he found staring back at him from the reflection was basically a clone of his mother.

He didn’t have time to take in his transformation, because soon he heard the front door open and someone starting to go up the stairs. He started to panic even more, striving to remain calm and lucid enough to think about what to do, but it was too late. Before he could have done anything his father had already entered the room.

<<Ah honey! You’re home early as well I see. Wow, you look gorgeous! What’s the occasion?>>

Miguel tried to think of something to say, but all he managed to do was stutter some nonsense. His father got closer to him.

<<Is everything all right dear?>>

He grabbed him be the hips and pulled him close to him.

<<You know, it’s been a while since you have last worn this dress. You know how it drives me crazy.>>

As he saw him get closer and closer to him, Miguel tried to push his father back, but realized that he didn’t have the assertiveness to do so, and so all he could do as his father’s lips got dangerously close to his, was to move his face aside leaving his neck open, which his dad did not hesitate to start kissing and biting. Miguel quivered under those kisses. It felt all so unsettling, and yet so weirdly pleasant. His dad’s hands were running up his hips, caressing him and groping his newly acquired curves, and then they slipped under his dress and started teasing his pussy from over the panties. He gasped and let out a yelp of surprise as a jolt went up his spine to the back of his head, and he immediately felt himself getting weaker.

<<Miguel doesn’t seem to be home. What do you say we take advantage of this to have some fun?>>

Miguel felt his heart in his throat as he realized that if he did not do something to stop what was about to happen, he would have ended up having sex with his dad. He could not allow that to happen! That was too disturbing, too fucked up! He had to react, to snap out of that strange trance he was into. And yet, even though he knew that that was wrong, it also felt so right! It felt so pleasant to be groped, and teased, and he started to feel a warm sensation down in his groin. He soon realized that he was getting horny, and as he felt his dad’s erect cock starting to poke his new genitals, he felt the irresistible urge to give himself over. He did not resist as his father started to undress him, and even surprised himself starting to rub his dick with his dainty hands, and even undoing his pants.

As he saw his hard on spring out of his underwear, Miguel felt his mouth start to water. He could not hold back. He needed this. So without second thoughts he dropped on his knees, took his dad’s cock in his hand, wrapped his lips around it and started to bob his head back and forth as he started to suck avidly on it. It tasted funny, and the smell wasn’t very nice, but it felt so good to feel it throb and jump inside of his mouth, so he started to run his tongue around it, and as he looked up and saw the satisfied expression on his father’s face, he felt even more compelled to keep sucking.

The couple was so absorbed by the sex, that neither of them heard the front door open once again and someone going up the stairs lured by the moans and grunts coming from upstairs. And as Miguel’s mother came around the corner and looked inside their room, she was shocked and completely dumbfounded to see what looked like a perfect copy of herself blowing her husband.

Music makes the world go round - Story 2

So many things have changed since that fatal day. I will never forget the moment it happened. I had just got home from another awful day at school. I was so mad at all the popular kids mocking me and my friends and calling us losers and everything. I had to channel that rage, and nothing helped me more than blasting some kick ass metal in my ears. And I did exactly that. I took out my phone, got into the app, and started to listen to some Slayer. I was so pumped up as the song ended and I wanted more, but no amount of loud thrash metal could have ever prepared me for the sound I was about to hear. It was like a million forks scratching on glass at the same time, the most piercing, screeching sound I had ever heard. I thought I was about to go deaf, but thankfully after a few seconds it stopped.

When I opened my eyes I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore. Instead I was sitting in what looked like a metro while listening to some pop music. But it wasn’t only the different location or music, I was completely different as well! When I looked down at myself I saw through the glasses I was now wearing long legs covered in pantyhose, and I was wearing a tight skirt and high heels, and further up, partially obstructing my view, I saw a pair of large breast protruding under the white blouse I was now wearing. I was a woman!

I screamed in utter terror, and with my new womanly voice it must have sounded like something not much different from the sound that had just stopped playing in my ears. The people around me were trying to calm me down. <<What’s the matter Miss?>> <<Calm down lady!>>. Miss? Lady? I’m not a woman!

A few seats away from me I noticed other people freaking out just like I was doing, if not worse. I would soon have learned that just like me many more people all over the world were in my same predicament. Millions more. Everybody who was using Spotify at that moment to be precise.

Only several hours later I finally got into this woman’s apartment, which would have become my new place from that day on. Due to that sound I had swapped bodies with a 29 years old lawyer, and I had been told that I should have lived as her until a way to reverse the process was found. How can I possibly do that? Just a few days ago I was a teenage boy, I can’t go around pretending to be a grown woman, I don’t want to. It was a relief to find out that she was not married and with a family, even though in the following days I got a lot of texts from various men asking me out. I turned down every single one of them of course, there’s no way I can start dating men.

They say that if we keep listening to music it will be easier for us to adapt, that we will be able to completely become the persons whose bodies we are now inhabiting. But that’s not true at all. I keep listening to this lady’s boring music but nothing is really changing. I still know who I used to be and I keep not knowing a single thing about this woman except for what I can infer from her belongings. The only effects I have noticed, beside the fact that I now seem to be unable to enjoy my once beloved heavy metal, are a few changes in my mannerisms. I can now walk in heels with little to no problem, and even make up does not represent an issue anymore, and overall I guess nobody would think just by looking at me that I used to be a teenage boy just a few days ago. But beside that nothing else has changed.

Well, that’s not entirely true actually. As days go by I feel some sort of urgency grow inside of me. A desire. I couldn’t quite put my fingers on it, until I… actually put my fingers on it. Recently, while I listen to music, I’ve started to get more and more aroused. It’s like I can’t control myself, just a few notes and I get impossibly wet. This body is craving for sex! And while I masturbate I surprise myself fantasizing about having sex with men. This is impossible! I’m not gay! Well now that I’m a woman that wouldn’t technically be gay now that I think about it. But I’m not really a woman! I just have the body of one, but I’m still me, right? As time passes I get progressively uncertain about who I am. Not that it matters really. Not while I’m playing with my new toys at least. It’s funny, this kind of music seems to be a lot more appealing to me while I play with myself.

Successful reeducation

Originally requested by MartiTG ^-^

<<Thank you for the coffee Janet.>>

<<No problem. So, you wanted to talk to me about Martin.>>

<<I… I don’t know what to do with him. I mean, what has happened to my sweet little angel. He’s so rebellious now. I constantly try to reach him but he just won’t listen to me.>>

<<Oh Martha, he’s a teenager. They all act like that at that age. He will grow out of it eventually.>>

<<Well it’s worse than you think. His grades are getting lower and lower, and I’ve been told by the teachers that he is even skipping classes. If he goes on like this he will fail the year. I even found a pack of cigarettes in his bag the other day. Cigarettes! I can’t just sit back and look at my son turning into a thug, but I don’t know what to do. I’m desperate.>>

<<Mmmm… maybe I have the solution.>>

<<What do you mean?>>

<<Here look… These rings have belonged to my family for generations. I know it may be hard to believe, but they have magical powers. They can swap bodies. All it takes is for two persons to wear them at the same time and poof! In a second they become each other.>>

<<You are talking nonsense.>>

<<I knew you would not have believed it, but I assure you it is true. I would let you try them, but once the swap takes place it takes a month for them to recharge, so for now you will have to just trust me. We’ve been friends for years, you know I couldn’t lie to you.>>

<<And what should I do with them?>>

<<I have a proposal for you. I will swap bodies with Martin. I will spend a month as him while he will be stuck as me. That way I will be able to get his grades back up and avoid to fail the school year, while he in my body will have to learn responsibilities. A month spent as a housewife and a mother will put him in his place and teach him a lesson. Trust me, it’s going to work.>>

<<O… ok Janet. I know I can trust you. I will do as you say.>>

 

<<What?! What do you mean?>>

<<I mean exactly what I told you. I’m not going back. This body is mine and I will not give it up.>>

<<Stop joking around. A month has passed, it is time for you to go back to being yourself.>>

<<I’m not joking. And I already am myself. Seriously, I’m not willing to return to my old life. Not after all that I’ve been through. I know it may be difficult for you to understand, but I really feel like this is the right thing to do. Like this is who I am supposed to be.>>

<<You can’t do this! This is not the real you! You’re a teenage boy!>>

<<Am I? Look at me. Does this body look like it belongs to a teenage boy? I don’t think so. Listen Martha…>>

<<Don’t call me like that! I’m your mother!>>

<<…Listen Martha, I really appreciate what you’ve done for me. Sure, at first I wouldn’t probably have even talked to you if I didn’t have to put on this farce for the neighbors and pretend like everything was normal.

I truly hated my new body, and all the alien sensation it was sending me. I hated my long hair, my new breasts, the emptiness in my crotch. I hated how my new chest would bounce around with every movement constantly getting in the way, and the way my hips would sway with every step. I hated having to remember to sit to pee, and having to wake up early in the morning to put on makeup and comb my hair properly. I hated the dresses, and the heels, and the bras and panties. It was so disturbing for me to look at myself in the mirror only to see the reflection of an adult woman looking back at me.

Not only did I have to get used to a new body, but a new life as well. I hated having to do all the chores, barely finding any time to rest. There are just so many things to tend to in a house. I hated to have to look after the kids, to cook the meals for everybody and to feel treated like a servant. But most of all I hated to sleep every night next to my husband. Next to a man. It was so unsettling every time he would caress me, and try to kiss me, or even worse wanting to make love to me.

But eventually I got used to it all. I accepted it, and I grew to love it. The chores after a while didn’t seem so demanding, and I got progressively better at them. And even though the kids would often be ungrateful or would just ignore me, it felt so good every time they would come to me for help, and every small act of affection filled my heart with glee. And in the end I realized that the love my husband was showing me was my greatest joy. He is so considerate, and caring. He makes me feel loved and protected. And the first time we made love was the most incredible experience of my life.

How can I give all of this up? How can I just quit this life after all the happiness it has brought to me?>>

<<You… you can’t do this! Janet…>>

<<Janet will be fine. Hell, she has already been a better son for you than I ever was. She’s doing great in school and she has quit on all that crap I was getting into. You were right, there’s a lot more in life than just rock ‘n’ roll. I have learned it, and now I’m not going back. I’m sure after we will all have accepted this we will be happy. We’re going to be fine Martha, I promise.>>

<<No, don’t talk like that! Martin, you are my son!>>

<<Not anymore. I’ve thrown away the rings anyway, so there’s no way to reverse this. Eventually you will accept it and maybe understand me. I hope we will keep being good friends, I don’t want to lose you. But until then I want you to refer to me just as Janet and to never call me Martin again. Martin is gone. I am Janet now. I’m a woman, a wife, and a mother. And that’s how it’s going to be from now on.>>