You gotta work for it

Dedicated to my new audience from World of TG ^-^

When I finally was added to the World of TG blog-list I could barely contain my glee. To think that after so many years spent browsing those blogs in secret I was finally part of the community filled me with joy and excitement. I was so eager to start writing stories for my new audience. However soon I would have had much more to be excited about.

I was happy to find a mail from Viola in my folder, even though I was worried she would have been mad at me for having pestered her with my requests to join the community for so long. It was a relief to see that it was just a message to congratulate me. However something was off. The word she used were weird and mysterious, and there was a weird link attached. “Just click it and enjoy your new life ;)”. That’s all the mail said. Normally I would have been wary of something like that. It could have been a virus, or god knows what else. However I was so curious to find out what it was that I could not resist. I clicked on it, and my computer started to radiate a strange and eerie light. I was transfixed by that light, almost hypnotized, and completely unable to even move a muscle. I have no idea for how much I just remained immobile in front of the screen in a state of trance before the computer apparently crashed and shut down. I immediately snapped out of that state of confusion, even though I still felt dazed and kind of weird.

As soon as I noticed that that link had apparently fucked up my computer I immediately got mad at myself for having been that dumb and naïve. <<Just great!>> I said irritated, but the words died in my throat as soon as I realized that my voice had changed. It was high pitched, and melodic, and… womanly. I looked down at myself, and noticed something protruding from under my shirt, and realized that my clothes felt much baggier, and that my pants were about to fall down my legs, only held up by my hips which had become larger. Something brushed against the back of my neck, and I realized that my hair had grown way past my shoulders. I started to tremble, and felt my legs get weak, and I was about to freak out. As I brought my now dainty hands to my chest and gave a firm squeeze to the two mounds of flesh that had appeared there, sending shivers down my spine, and then to my crotch, where all I could find was an unsettling and alien emptiness, I felt like I could have fainted, and the only thing that kept me from screaming was the irresistible need to rush to a mirror and check out my reflection.

I simply could not believe my eyes. In front of me, staring back at me from the wall mirror, was standing a pretty, delicate girl, with a surprised and overturned expression on her cute face. I touched my face, sensing my new smooth skin, and my delicate facial features, and then ran a hand through my long and luscious hair. There was no doubt about it, all of that felt disturbingly real. I could not hold back, I had to go further! I took off my shirt and slipped off of my pants and underwear, remaining naked in front of the mirror. I looked transfixed at my new round breasts, and my perky butt, and my long smooth legs, and my flat and toned belly, for what felt like hours, just staring blankly at that incredible vision in the reflection. Then the exploration started. I started to grope my breasts, and brush my nipples, and squeeze my butt, and as I did so I started to quiver, and to gasp. As incredible as it sounded, that link attached to the mail had turned me into a girl. My life dream had just become a reality. It was just like something out of the stories I’ve been imagining for years. It was scary, and kind of unsettling, and yet it felt so amazing!

I needed to find out how that was even possible, but first I had much more urgent things to attend to. Slowly I sat down, and spread my legs in front of the mirror, exposing my newly acquired pussy, and then with a trembling hand I started to tease it, brushing my dainty finger over my labia and my clit. It burned, and felt quite unpleasant at first, but I also started to feel a warm feeling rising from my groin and from within me, and I could sense myself getting wet. I put my finger in my mouth, licking it and getting it as lubricated as possible, and then brought it again down to my crotch. I felt my pussy open up like a flower as my finger slipped inside, and as it dug deeper and deeper I gasped for hair and let out a soft moan of pleasure. With my free hand I started to fondle my breast and pinch my nipple, which turned me on even more, and started to run my finger over my clit, stimulating it faster and harder. I jolted, and my back arched, as I felt the pleasure starting to build more and more intense, and then I closed my eyes and let my imagination wander. So many times I had fantasized of being a woman, and now I finally was one, and the thoughts of all the things I wanted to experiment started to flood my mind, as I was getting closer and closer to climax. Finally I let out a muffled cry of bliss, as a wave of ecstasy washed over my dainty body making me jerk and jump as I reached my first orgasm as a girl. I don’t know for how much I just remained there on the floor, looking at my beautiful face overturned by the pleasure. It was just the hottest image I had ever seen in my life. And that was me. I was that girl. It was incredible.

I soon learned that everyone who joins World of TG is rewarded with a program that can turn you into your ideal female self. The following days were just a blast, and I could barely stay calm enough to even make a list of all the things I wanted to try. Of course the first thing to take care of was my wardrobe, though luckily enough some of the clothes I used to cross-dress in fitted me. I basically spent half of my paycheck in all kinds of clothes, from dresses, skirts, and blouses, to stocking, bras, and panties. I had the time of my life trying out outfit after outfit, prancing around in my room as I experimented with more and more sexy attires, and it broke my heart to leave all those other cute dresses at the store. And of course I must have taken more showers during that first week than I had ever done. It was so pleasant to caress my sensitive skin, and massage my soft breasts, and tease my new pussy, as the hot water ran over my statuary figure. And soon enough masturbation was not enough for me, and I started to crave for the real deal. I needed to experience sex as a girl! And once I created a Tinder account, I soon took care of that. Life never felt that amazing, and I felt just like I was in a dream. Until this morning.

I woke up to a new day, cheerful and thrilled just like the day before, eager to find out what else my new life as a woman had in store for me. I stretched my arms, and arched my back, and as I started to come back to my senses I felt a weird and yet familiar feeling down in my crotch. It was like something was stretching down there, something that should not have been there. Not anymore at least. I looked down unsettled, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the bulge protruding from under my gown. I frantically brought my hands down there, and to my dismay I found out that it was all real. I had a dick, again. I felt like I could have screamed in terror, but I managed to stay calm and rush to my mirror. I was relieved to find out that beside that thing between my legs my female appearance did not change. The next thing was to find out what was happening before I transformed further back into a guy, so I rushed to my computer and quickly wrote a mail to Viola. The hours I had to wait before getting a response were like a living hell for me, as I remained shut down in my room in a state of utter fear. I did not want to turn back into a man! Thankfully the answer arrived fairly soon.

Turns out that when you become an author featured on World of TG, you have duties to attend to, and in order to stay a girl you have to keep contributing to the community with new captions every day, or else you slowly start to revert back to your original male form. I was so excited to have finally turned into a girl that I spent the previous days in a state of constant euphoria, so much so that I completely stopped caring about my blog and did not write anything ever since I transformed. I guess it is only fair that I continue to write new stories for my readers to enjoy, though I would have appreciated if I had been informed about the rules. At least now that I have spent some time as a girl I think it is safe to say that I will be able to describe the experience of becoming one with much more vivid details than I could have ever done as a guy. And for what concerns my date of tonight, well, I hope he is into kinky things, because it does not look like I will get rid of this dick before tomorrow.

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.

Music makes the world go round - Story 1

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Swap Motel - Keeping it fresh

A very special request for Kimkat, whose caption have made countless people happy back on OTGC ^-^ I hope you'll like this one :)

<<Let’s see… how about this one?>>

<<I don’t know honey, doesn’t he look a bit… youngish?>>

<<Oh come on! He’s not that young looking.

Yeah, he may have a bit of a baby face, and he’s not as manly as other men I have been in the past, but give me a break for once! I know it’s your turn to pick who you want to be, and I’m fine with that, but I’m tired of always having to be beefy, hairy men. I know you like me like that, but if I have to be the guy this time, at least let me look how I want.>>

<<All right all right. Not going to complain. Oh my god look at this one! She’s gorgeous! I love her blonde hair, and her tits look amazing! What do you think honey? Would you like to fuck a hot blondie tonight?>>

<<Like my opinion is going to influence you. Look at you. You are so thrilled. You always are when you get to be the girl, and you get all sad when it’s time to change back. If I didn’t know any batter, I’d swear that you enjoy it way too much and that if you could you would stay like that forever.>>

<<I… I don’t like these insinuations! Ok, I’ll admit that I like playing the girl, but it’s only because I like the sex. Nothing more. It’s not like I want to be a woman forever or anything.>>

<<Okok, don’t get all stirred up. So, are you ready?>>

<<Yeah! Let’s do this!>>

I and my spouse both clicked on the start button, and immediately a bright blue light started to come out of the webcam, washing over our bodies. I felt it radiate through me, and my body started to quiver. Doesn’t matter how many times I have already done this, it is always an unsettling and yet at the same time pleasurable feeling when your body starts to transform.

I felt my body starting to shrink, and my figure become slender and sexy. I couldn’t help but smile wholeheartedly when I saw my new long blonde hair growing past my shoulders and over my chest, where soon two round and voluptuous tits started to form. I grabbed them and squeezed them firmly. Those were always my favorite part of the female body. It felt so good to massage them, which sent shivers down my spine. I started to feel the rest of my body, caressing my soft and sensitive skin, until finally I felt my dick starting to shrink. I gasped in my new womanly voice as it disappeared into my body, and soon all that was left was a familiar void, and a desire to fill it.

In front of me my wife had transformed as well into my fuck for the night. We had agreed a long time ago that we would not have referred to each other with our names during these nights, and that we would have instead pretended to be strangers that had just met in some place and got into a motel to have sex. There was something incredibly enticing in pretending to be someone else as well as having a completely different body, and while my date for the night wasn’t exactly my type of man, he still was rather cute, and I couldn’t wait to see what he was packing down in his underwear.

Ever since we found out about that motel, and the very special kind of one-night stands it offered, we have been going there at least once a week, even though in time we started to do it more and more often. We had been going through some problems lately in our relationship, nothing dramatic really, but we needed something that would have helped us feeling the spark again, and as weird as it sounded, that place had exactly what we were looking for.

At first we were more than happy to just change into bodies of the same genders. After all transforming into different people was more than enough to keep our relationship fresh. But one day my wife got curious, and proposed that we also switched our genders. I was against it at first, it seemed just way too weird, but in the end I was convinced, and… I did not regret my decision. We were both pretty uneasy in our new body, and we had to get a grip of our new equipment, but nothing brought us closer than when we started to help each other getting accustomed to our new bodies. And when she slipped her dick inside of me, and I felt it stretch my insides, and she was laying over me kissing me and biting my neck… it felt just soo good!

We were both so thrilled about the experience that we wanted to do it again, and again, until I got so addicted to it that we had to come up with a rule to alternate between the two of us to decide who we wanted to be, otherwise I would have always been the girl if I could. It’s a shame that my wife doesn’t enjoy being the guy as much. I can’t really blame her, the intensity of the male orgasm can’t compare with the incredible bliss a girl can achieve. But I’d say that I got better at being a girl, and at fucking as one, and I’m sure I can now give fantastic blowjobs, so she should not complain. And so what I prefer her to be manly and buff? I just like my men to be strong enough to handle me, and toss me around, and use me like I’m their toy. I guess the role of the dominant one doesn’t really fit her every-day personality. It’s not an issue really. This time I will be assertive one, I don’t mind it, it’s going to be fun! What matters is that we’re more in love than ever! And I’m going to do my best to make her time as a man memorable while at the same time learning a couple of tricks I can use on her the next time she will play the girl.

A little too curious

A special birthday gift for a reader :)

“Where can she have put it? Aha! There it is! Well, not that sneaky actually. The folder is simply called “captions”. Doesn’t she fear someone could find it? She must not be that brilliant of a girl after all.

Ok, let’s see… Oh my! Look at that! So many source images! Man, some of this stuff is gold! And look at that word file! There must be more than a hundred captions already written! She really is prolific! It’s going to take me hours to get through them all. Oh boy, I can’t wait!

What’s this? An incoming message in hangout. And it’s from… my account! Finally, I was wondering how long it would have taken her before she would have written me. All right, let’s do this! This is going to be fun!”

---Hi Rachel! How u doin?---

---What the fuck is happening? What have you done---

---Relax honey, just a little body-swapping app I happened to stumble into.

How are you linking my body btw? I guess it’s going to feel kind of strange to you to have a penis now---

---This is not funny! Swap us back right this instant!---

---You know, I should have told me. I would never have imagined that you were actually a girl.

All I wanted to do was to test the app to peek at your captions, since you never give me any preview.

Imagine my shock when I suddenly found myself in the body of an actual girl. And a pretty hot one at that!---

---Ok you had your fun! Now switch us back please! This is fucked up!---

---Oh sweety, I’m just getting started here---

---Stop it! Give me back my body or you’re going to pay for it!---

---And what are you going to do? I don’t know if you have noticed this, but I’m the one in charge here.

I have already changed the password to your blog so I can take it over, and right now I’m going to do the same to your facebook. It wasn’t wise of you to just leave a post-it with all your usernames and passwords just a feet away from your computer. You’re not a very smart girl, are you?

Here’s how things are going to go. I will take over your life for a while, and have some fun with my new body. You can do the same with mine, I don’t care. I didn’t really like it all that much actually.

Try to play dirty and do something fucked up while in my body, and you will be the one to pay for it, since if I want I can keep your body for myself forever. Hell, I can even just use the app with someone else whenever I want---

---Please don’t do this! I don’t know what to do!---

---Oh, I’m sure you will figure that out.

You can always start by jerking off. I know it may sound strange, but it really helps to clean up your mind. Plus I always wondered what a girl would do if she suddenly found herself trapped in a male body---

---Don’t leave me like this please!---

---I gotta go now. Plenty of stuff to do.

Also I am blocking you, since I don’t want to be bothered by your whining.

I’ll be the one to contact you… eventually.

Thank you for this wonderful birthday gift. We both win this time. I get to enjoy a nice trip to Italy, while you can enjoy that delicious erection in my pants.

Bye! ;)---

“Fiuuu! And that’s done! Man, where did I even take all that confidence to treat her like that. I’ve never been quite that resolute. I guess this body is already affecting me positively.

I feel kind of bad for her, but she will understand. This is a quite unique opportunity for me after all. I had in mind to eventually use the app to switch bodies with a girl, but not this soon! But since I am here, and I have this gorgeous body, I may as well enjoy it.

But first I have to get things straight. I may be actually biting way more than I can chew here. After all it is not that easy to just take over someone else’s life. I don’t know where I am, nor what she does for a living, I don’t even know if I will find someone waiting for me just outside of this room! Hell, how can I possibly live Rachel’s life? I don’t speak a word of Italian!

Or do I? It’s strange really, but it feels like new knowledge is flowing through my head. All my surroundings feel strangely familiar although alien, and I could swear I am acquiring new memories right now. Is the app really that powerful? Hell, if it can do those things, who can stop me from actually keeping this body fro myself forever?

All right, calm down. One step at a time. I think I have already taken care of the most pressing matters. Now there would not be anything wrong if I started to enjoy myself a little bit. This body feels so strange! My skin is so soft, and I feel so weak. I have long hair, and round tits, and a pretty nice ass too. Man, Rachel sure is a pretty hot girl! And now I’m her? What should I do know?

Well, there’s something I have always wanted to find out, and every time I fantasized about becoming a girl, there was only one thing I was sure I would have done first. She really describes the pleasure of the female orgasm like something quite transcendental in her captions. I’d really like to find out how incredible it actually feels. After all I have suggested her to masturbate in the first place, why shouldn’t I follow my suggestion myself? All right, let’s get comfortable and find it out. I’m not even going to need any porn for this. I can just get undressed, sit back, and enjoy the sight of this gorgeous body. I’m going to have the time of my life with it. And to think that I was just curious to find out what captions she had in store for the future.