Day 1

Originally written for Karen :)

<<So son, what do you think? Are you happy with Ai? Isn’t she beautiful?>>
<<Yes dad. She really is a beauty. Thank you for having presented us. Where did you say she’s from?>>
<<Somewhere in Asia, I don’t remember. What matters is that I got you a stunning bride all for you. I hope you two will be happy and finally give me some grandchildren.>>
<<Don’t worry dad. I know I have been a disappointment for you up until now with the way I picked my women. Every time I thought I had met the right one, just to find out later on that she was just another whore only interest in my… well, in your fortune. But this time it will be different! I’m sure! Asian women are a lot more modest after all, and faithful too. I can’t wait to get her to the altar. And don’t worry about you grandkids, we will create a beautiful family, I’m sure. After all, three’s a charm, right?>>
<<Yeah, yeah. Please stop reminding me of how much money you have already wasted with two divorces. I don’t want to hear of that crap ever again. Beside, don’t you think your sweet fiancée maybe doesn’t want to hear about your exes?>>
<<You’re right. Enough with the past. We got a bright future ahead of us. But is there something wrong with her? Why isn’t she talking? She hasn’t muttered a sentence the whole time beside “nice to meet you”.>>
<<Oh no, she talks. I guess she just has still some difficulties with the language, or maybe she’s just very shy. Am I right Ai? Aren’t you happy to have just met your future husband? Don’t you like him?>>
<<Y… Yes, I like him very much. I’m… I’m so happy.>>
<<What a beautiful voice you have Ai. And you don’t even have an accent. Amazing. Don’t worry, we will spend so much time together so that you will be confident with English in no time.>>
<<Wonderful! Well I will just leave you lovebirds alone. You have a lot to talk about, and you will have to get to know each other well in a very short amount of time. I will immediately start to organize the wedding, I don’t want to waste any more time.>>
<<Yes dad, sure. Thank you again.>>
<<Don’t mention it, family is the only thing that matters as you will learn as soon as you will have child of your own. See you soon Ai. And remember, smile, this is the first day of your new life as the future wife of a millionaire. Well, the heir of a millionaire at least.>>
<<Y… yes Mr. McGee.>>


As soon as the old man exited the room the guy immediately turned toward the girl with a naughty look on his face, lusting over the voluptuous and plump forms of the stunning Asian beauty in front of him, who looked incredibly tense, twisting her fingers nervously and staring blankly in front of her.
<<So… Ai. I think it is time to start to get more acquainted right away, don’t you agree? What have you said is your second name again? You know what, it doesn’t matter. Soon you will be known just as Mrs. McGee. Don’t worry, I will treat you like a queen if you remain forever faithful to me.>>


He then turned the woman around and embraced her from behind, starting to grope her and fondling her huge tits. The woman quivered under that touch. She had previously tried out on her own how it felt to squeeze those huge mounds of flesh, but this was the first time that it was someone else to do so. It was even more disturbing than she had thought, especially when she felt the guy’s now erect cock pressing against her plump butt.


David started to regret his decision to accept Mr. McGee’s offer. When his firm declared bankrupt he was left alone with an absurd amount of debts against McGee’s bank, and he would have lost everything he owned since he was unable to repay the sum. That was when that sleazy man came to him with an offer. To undergo a series of plastic surgeries and an experimental procedure for gender reassignment and to become his son’s wife. The offer was insane and unbelievable, but as soon as David realized that he was being completely serious about it he had to seriously consider it. Accepting would not only have got him free of all his debts, but it would have also assured him a lifetime of wealth as the wife of one of the richest men in the country. But on the other hand, he had to say goodbye forever to everything he had ever been and become a woman, a wife, and eventually a mother. That was too much to accept, but eventually he realized that he didn’t really had any choice.


So he accepted the offer. There was no contract to sign of course, there wasn’t anything legal in such a deal. One day David would have just disappeared forever, and Mr. McGee contacts would have got him a brand new identity. It was a shock when he first woke up in the clinic and saw the humongous breasts that were now hanging from his chest. <<My son has a thing for buxom girls. Those will make me extra sure that he will like you.>>


What a despicable human being! Can money really do that to a person? Make you so detached that people just become a commodity for you? Anyway now there was no going back. And so Ai just remained there, with her arms completely numb as Junior kept groping her, panting and grunting disgustingly. She felt him start to lift her shirt, eager for sex with what would have soon become his wife. She tried to resist one last time before resigning to her fate. She always knew what was laying ahead of her, even though it was turning out to be something a lot harder to swallow than she thought. But she had to endure it. Eventually she would have enjoyed the benefits of being the wife of a millionaire. And as she was bent over and felt Junior’s hard throbbing cock enter her brand new pussy she started to repeat to herself “I’m Ai! Not David! I’m Ai! Not David!”. She repeated that sentence over and over again in her mind like a mantra, a mantra that would have accompanied her for many years to come. As Mr. McGee rightly said, that was the first day of her new life.

A star is born

Requested by shiro :)

I always had some kind of love/hate relationship with karaoke. I love to sing my heart out to my favorite songs, and I even like to dance and shake my body, even improvising choreographies for my performances. It really is one of my favorite things in the world to do. On my own that is. Unfortunately karaoke for the most part is seen as a social activity, and while I understand why people enjoy to goof around with friends singing and dancing together, I never could feel comfortable doing it with my group of friends. Most of all because I always felt judged for my taste in music. You see, I am very into J-pop, a genre that is always ostracized by most people. Not only that, but I really enjoy that kind of girly pop sung by Japanese idol groups. Needless to say, singing your heart out to such girly music is bound to make you look like a fool, and my friends never missed on a chance to mock me. I tried to ignore them for the most part, but I just could not help but felt incredibly uneasy. All I wished was to be free to be myself, and to sing and dance to my favorite music however I liked. Well, one night my wish became a reality.

I was singing my song, feeling great and at ease. No matter how much my friends would mock me, when the music would start I always instantly became someone else, feeling just like I was on a stage entertaining a crowd of adoring fan. But that time something felt quite different. With the stage light pointing on me it was quite hard to make sense of my surroundings, but it was like the karaoke bar was transforming in front of my eyes into a huge club filled to the brim with people chanting and cheering. I was so confused, but I kept singing nonetheless, until my voice cracked, and I realized that somehow I was now singing in a high pitched melodic and even feminine voice. It was at that point that I heard someone start to sing beside me, and as I turned around I saw an Asian chick joining me on the chorus. I was shocked, and as I looked down at myself I realized that not only my voice had changed, but that I had somehow become a completely different person. I was dressed in a pink sweater with matching shorts, and most unsettling of all I was wearing a bra. A bra that was enveloping tight a pair of round breasts. I had breasts! I was a girl!

I was of course way too overturned by that discovery to keep singing and dancing like I was doing, and I just remained there paralyzed on the stage while the other girl kept singing, until I heard people yelling at me to keep singing. I had no idea of what was actually going on, but something in that moment kicked off in my mind. In that moment I knew what to do. I knew how to behave. I felt my chest burst with confidence and sex appeal, and so I took off my sweater and tied it around my narrow waist, shaking my hips sexily and showing everyone how hot I felt. And then I grabbed the mic again and started to sing again in my new incredible voice, dancing like I had never danced before, and the crowd loved it! They were crazy about me, and me and my new friend put up an incredible show for our fans. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt in my whole life. Up until that moment that is. Soon I would have experienced something even more amazing.

After the concert I headed to my dressing room, and I was still incredibly thrilled for the experience. So sweaty, and overturned, and… horny. Completely absorbed by my performance I still had not taken time to fully take in how much my body had changed, but now that I was all alone, getting rid of my sweaty clothes, I realized how incredibly hot I was. I was looking at my reflection in a mirror, and I looked amazing! My long luscious black hair, my perfect skin, my round and firm tits, my gorgeously fit physique. And most incredible of all, my new pussy between my legs. There was nothing I could have done, the thought was just too tempting! I had to find out how that felt! And so I laid down naked on the floor, spread my legs, and reached with my dainty had for my new genitals. It felt so alien. No matter where my fingers would run, it all felt so sensitive down there, and the slightest touch would make me jolt and gasp for the surprise. It was actually quite hard to get the gist of it. If I made some rushed movement it felt almost painful. But after a while I was so incredibly wet that my slender fingers were running so smoothly over my labia and clit that I started to furiously masturbate right there on the floor. Until suddenly, I was interrupted.

The other singer entered my dressing room without even knocking, and was understandably shocked to see me like that. I jumped back up immediately, clumsily trying to cover myself up and to hide the fact that I had just experienced the most amazing feeling I had ever felt in my life. I babbled something, trying to explain myself while stuttering, when to my surprise the girl kindly shut my mouth with her finger in a very kind and feminine gesture, and after having done that she leaned in for a kiss. She basically forced her tongue into my mouth, and even started to massage my breasts and tease my pussy. I was simply dumbfounded, and unsure about what was going on. Had these two girls always been lovers? Who even was I right now? How did I end up like this? Those question soon disappeared from my mind, and I started to feel the pleasure build and spread from my genitals to all of my body, washing over my skin and making me quiver, until I finally snapped out of my confusion and started to kiss my new lover back.

We spent the following hour having hot and passionate lesbian sex, and it was incredible. The things she could do with her tongue and fingers, the way she knew exactly how and where to touch me to make me achieve maximum pleasure. When I reached climax for the first time as a woman, it was like I had just experienced heaven, and even though I had still no idea of how I had ended up like that, I knew that I would have never wanted to give that new life up. Since then me and my girlfriend have been touring all over japan, becoming one of the most successful J-pop group in the scene. Majors are contacting us left and right, offering us to make us even greater stars. It would be the most amazing thing, if I still could care about anything else but enjoying my new relationship. It doesn’t matter what we will decide to do with our careers. As long as we are together, nothing else is important.

Dirty trick - Part 2

Can I really do this? I… I really don’t know whether or not this is the right thing to do. Can I really give up my life like that? Curse that damned warlock! Curse him to hell!

Not only has he turned me into a sex-doll, when the time finally came when the effects of the potion run out and I went back to being a human, I did not turn back into myself. Instead I became basically the human version of the doll he had transformed me into. I was now stuck as an Asian woman. And not only that, I now had no identity, or no life to speak of whatsoever. I had to start anew, and I did not know where even to begin with that. All I knew is that I had to get the fuck out of that guy’s apartment and try to find a place where to stay.

I was forced to become resourceful, and use whatever I had to my best. All I had now was my new hot body, and I soon discovered that after months of being used as a sex-toy it came pretty natural to me to use my it to get ahead in life. I managed in some way, and even though I was basically forced to become a whore, I think I have dealt pretty well with my new condition. That really is not that big of a problem.

The real problem is that I have realized that I can’t keep living like this! And I don’t mean as a prostitute, or a woman. I mean as a human! I realized that I miss being a doll, and live to just serve my owner and be used. Nothing I have experienced as a woman comes close to the incredible pleasure and sense of fulfillment I felt as a doll. No matter how many men I have sex with, no matter how inanimate I try to act, it just is not the same. I know it is fucked up to want to be an object, but I don’t care! I don’t want to be a woman! I don’t care about eating, or feeling, or even moving. I just want to be used and live to just serve my master.

That’s why I’m back to the old man’s shop. I’m here to ask him to give me back my old life as a doll. But now that I’m here I don’t know whether I can actually go all the way. Is it really the right thing to do? To just give up my life as a human? I really don’t know. All I know is that these thoughts are going to drive me insane eventually if I don’t do something about them. Fuck! Damned the day I stepped into this shop.

A very long vacation

Requested by Anonymous :)

Life can get so stressful and frustrating at times. I was in desperate need for a vacation, not just from my job and my everyday life, but from my body as well. I needed some kind of relief, and to spend some time as a completely different person and set everything aside for a bit. And thankfully the Swap Island could provide just the kind of services I was looking for.

The prospect of spending a whole week in an exotic location as a different person was so intriguing and fascinating. The only catch to it was that I could not have decided in which body I would have ended up into, but it was all completely random. That was kind of worrying to me, but it also made it all even more enticing. Who would I have ended up as? Well, imagine my shock when I woke up the first morning of my stay at the island as a cute Asian girl.

I was understandably shocked and overturned by my new body, disturbed even, and I immediately rushed to the reception to complain and ask to get me a different body, but there was no going back. I would have been stuck like that for the whole week, and there was anything I could have done about it but to deal with it. It was… quite hard really. I felt so strange, and different, and I had so much to get used to. The best way I found to deal with my different body was to dress and act as un-feminine as possible, avoiding dresses, skirts and bikini, and instead opting for baggy tank tops and other type of sportswear. But that didn’t really help me deal with my new form. I was still a girl, and I still had long hair constantly getting in the way, and modest tits hanging from my chest, and a pussy between my legs. I tried to simply avoid the beach as much as possible so I would not have had to come out to the world as my new self, but since there really was no way I could have ignored my new body I just decided that it would have been a complete waste to spend my vacation as a recluse, so in the end I mastered the courage to have at least a walk on the beach and enjoy the sun and the sea.

I was so uneasy. For the whole time I could feel the guys around me staring at me with lust. No matter how unsexy I was trying to look, there was no way men would not have found me gorgeous. And since most of those men were clients of the Island as well, and therefore they were really eager to try out their new bodies, I had to fend off a lot of suitors eager to have a piece of my new self. And while that at first was really unsettling to me, soon enough I realized that I was kind of flattered by all the attention I was getting, and maybe it was just my new body sending me strange signals, but some of those guys seemed to me rather attractive.

As days went by my feelings of nervousness and unease slowly disappeared, and I started to feel much more confident and at ease with my new form. So much so that I soon realized that I was becoming quite eager to explore my new body and find out what it was capable of. A vacation should be a time to also try out new experiences after all, so I soon embraced my newfound femininity, and learned to feel more and more confident with my cute petite frame. All I needed was a man to lose my virginity to. And I knew exactly how to get one.

I felt like such a tease when I got to the beach and got rid of my bikini piece and started to sunbathe topless, and all those thirsty boys staring at me made me feel so sexy and confident. It didn’t take long before I was approached by a guy that looked handsome enough, and I let him buy me drinks and then lead me to his room. You see, in my mind I would have been the dominant one, the one in charge, but as soon as I got on that guy’s bed and he leaned over me assertive, I realized that I was just so weak and powerless in my new and frail body, and that he could have easily handled me however he wanted. As he turned me around and started pounding me from behind doggy-style, I basically became his fuck-toy, and in a matter of minutes I had been fucked into complete submission. And I loved it!

That day I discovered something like a second nature to me. I would hang out at the beach every day looking for my next conquest, only to become nothing more than a submissive slut as soon as I would get him to the bedroom, and I spent the rest of the vacation like that, until the end of my staying at the island arrived, and I realized that I did not want to get back to my male body and to my old life. I had to look for a solution! I did not want to give up my new self! And now it is the moment of truth.

While the rules of the Island say that all bodies should be returned to their legitimate owners, apparently there are members of the staff willing to get you a way out of the island for the right price. Once I will be away from the island, I will get to keep this body all for myself, even though I most likely will have to hide from its owner for maybe the rest of my life. That won’t be a problem. She will have no way to find me if I manage my resources well. And now that I’m going to be a sexy girl for the rest of my life I will surely find many ways to get away with everything.

Secret police

Requested by Ilvernia :)

<<Wake up sleepyhead! You are going to make us both run late for our shift!>>

“W… what? Where am I? Fuck, I feel so groggy. My head is pounding so hard. W… what’s this? TITS?! I GOT TITS! What’s going on?!

Oh… Ooooh! Yes, it’s all coming back to me now. What a night. No wonder I feel so tired. I barely had any sleep. How can Rio be so energetic? I guess I should have a shower to freshen up and then hurry up and get changed. When did I even put on these bra and panties, not to mention my now oversized old shirt? Memories of last night are still so blurry. I would just like to stay at home and ponder on what’s going to be of my new life. But I guess I have work to do now.”

<<Come on, hurry up! You don’t want to be late on the first day of your new job!>>

“She makes it sound all so easy. She’s fast to talk, she’s not the one who got transformed and got her life fucked up forever.

It was nice of her to let me borrow her clothes. Good thing we have almost the same physique. I can’t believe how petite and fragile I am now. And most of all how gorgeous I am. Man, just yesterday I would have gone crazy for a girl that looked like this. But now I’m a girl, and that’s what I’m going to be for the rest of my life.

That’s what I deserve I guess. I was a criminal after all, at least according to whatever fucked up standards this task force has, and I’ve been rightfully punished accordingly. Now I can’t represent any threat whatsoever to girls. No longer will I trick girls into dates only to then not being able to satisfy them sexually due to my small penis. I don’t even have a penis anymore.

I’ve been conscious about my small manhood for all my life, and knew painfully well I could not satisfy any girl with it. That’s probably why I have always been into Asian chicks, I thought they had lower standards, and so I jumped on the chance to go to Japan as an exchange student right away. Apparently not even they thought I was enough of a man for them, but never would I have thought I would have been punished for that.

You can easily imagine how confused and weirded out I was when after a date with Rio I was taken to her apartment, and after I got naked to have some sexy time, instead of being mocked about my dick as usual, she started to take pictures of it. She said that she was collecting evidence, and I was so confused and pissed off at her behavior that I immediately tried to get out of the apartment, but as soon as I turned my back on her I felt something piercing my neck and I passed out.

When I woke up I was handcuffed to the bed, and I was naked. But not only that, I was changed! My whole body felt strange, and when I looked down I realized that I had small tits on my chest, and that my penis was gone. I started to freak out, but then Rio came into the room and explained to me what had happened. She revealed to me that she was an undercover agent for a secret police force that protects women’s right to orgasm, and that she had received complains about me and therefore I was going to be punished for my behavior. The punishment usually consisted in changing the criminal into a girl so they could not represent any threat to women anymore, and she showed me the documents for my new identity as a Japanese girl named Kasumi. But she also confessed me that she liked my new cute body so much that she could not help but instantly fall in love with me, and that she planned to make me her girlfriend.

That said he took out from a bag a weird jar and a strap-on, and as she slipped it on she gave me a naughty and malicious look. I immediately knew what she had in mind, and I tried to fight back however I could, but tied up as I was and with my new weak body there was not much I could do to resist her. She got me to spread my legs, and started teasing my new pussy with the tip of the fake cock. She said that she was sorry and that since I had just got changed my pussy was still very tight and that my first time was going to hurt at first. She wasn’t lying. It felt like I was getting ripped in half as that thick shaft started to dig its way inside of my wet pussy, and all I could do was to let out high pitched cries of pain mixed to ones of pleasure, a pleasure that I could not ignore, no matter how hard I tried. Soon the strap-on started to go in and out of my new genitals smoothly, and Rio started to pound me harder and faster. It was incredible to feel the pain turn into pleasure, my new tight vag clasped around every vein and curve of the fake cock like it was trying to milk it, and I realized that I was slowly but surely losing control.

As I reached my first climax, I came to the realization that something important had just been lost, and I couldn’t help but think that I would soon have lost myself to the pleasure as well. As Rio noticed a spark of defiance in my eyes she commanded me to give up any idea of being a man. That the change was permanent, and that my only future would have been to her side as her loving girlfriend. She then removed my handcuffs, and turned me around into a doggy position, making me face the wardrobe mirror. She started to fuck me roughly from behind, forcing me to look at my reflection, and at the jar that was laying on the floor just before me, asking me what I saw inside of it. I looked at it transfixed, and I recognized a familiar set of cock and balls. My cock and balls. The proof of my destroyed manhood was right there in front of me, and so was the image of me as a cute Asian chick getting mercilessly fucked from behind with a strap on. The combination of those two factors utterly broke me, and soon I started to moan and cry like crazy, until I reached climax a second time and felt any trace of masculinity leave me. In that moment in knew that I had just become Kasumi forever."

I’m glad Rio didn’t decide to simply abandon me to my new life, like the protocol required. I’m lucky I have such a loving and caring girlfriend, who not only gave me new clothes and a place to live in, but also a new job. She talked to her superiors, and arranged for me to become part of the secret police force. This is my first day of work, and I must do my best to make a good impression. If I succeed in completing my training and get my badge, I and Rio will become partners both in work and in life. It all still feels so strange, but I have to admit I kind of like this perspective. As a guy I was not worth much, but as a badass undercover female agent I think I may find my true call. And under my watch no guy will leave a girl sexually unfulfilled and get away with it.

Little by little - Part 3

This is something I truly did not foresee. If someone came to me just a week or so ago and told me I would have thrown any pretense of still being a man at heart out of the window, and that I would have embraced life as a woman I would have told him he was a bullshit artist. And yet here I am, spending a wonderful afternoon with… my new boyfriend.

I can’t believe how far I have come since my transformation. At first I didn’t even pay any attention to what I would have son discovered to be my new urges. I was simply too overwhelmed by the slew of new and alien sensation my new body was constantly sending me to notice that there was also an unsettling feeling in the back of my head constantly bugging me. Only after a couple of weeks, when I started to get more and more comfortable in my new skin, I could finally come to the full realization of my new feelings towards… men.

You see, having just had my whole life flipped upside down I didn’t even take time to properly think about the issue of what my new sexuality would have been. In my mind it was quite obvious that if I really had to be a girl for the rest of my life I would at least definitely been a lesbian. And yet when I was at the gym in the girl’s locker room, a thing that just a month prior would have felt like something out a dream, I realized that I wasn’t interested at all in the stunning fit girls getting changed all around me. And if that wasn’t already strange enough, when I started to realize that I was finding all the hunks working out around me quite appealing, attractive even… well, that was just too much. As much as I tried to stay focused on my workout routine I would constantly get distracted by their muscular arms, and abs hard as concrete, and their juicy buttocks, and even their bulges. Hell, even their body odor, as sharp as it was, I was finding quite enticing. After a while I would just start to feel warm all over my body, and down in my groin especially, until I could not stand that any longer and I had to simply rush at home. And once there, while I was under the shower, I would always take some time to explore my new body, and experiment with my new genitals. And while I was doing so, strange fantasies would soon start to go through my head.

It soon became such a bugging feeling that I decided to simply avoid seeing men as much as possible. And for a while it actually worked, until I realized that it was pretty much impossible to get rid of all the men in my life. Especially considering the fact that my personal trainer was a man. You see, it is quite hard to avoid building some kind of sexual tension while being near each other for so much time as we were, and I was simply so constantly horny that in the end we were doomed to end up together. One fatal day I remained in the gym till late in the evening, until we were the only two persons left in the building. And while I was showering, he was so kind to pay a visit to me. And he brought his nice cock with him. You see, you can lie to yourself all you want, but once you get a taste of the addictive pleasure that a man’s penis inside of you gives you, there’s really not much you can do to fight your urges. And from that day on I stopped fighting and just gave in to the pleasure.

I’m such a lucky girl. My boyfriend is so kind and always treats me like a queen. He doesn’t even mind the fact that I used to be a man. On the contrary, he sees all the advantages that come with it. For example I think I know quite well how to satisfy a man having been one in the past. For what concerns me I’m just so happy I have finally understood how stupid I was fighting my true nature. Once you come to term with your true feelings there really isn’t anything in this world that can compare to the happiness you can achieve by doing so. And I know I’m going to be happy for the rest of my life. As the woman I have become.

Little by little - Part 2

Ok so, this is… weird. I… I honestly can’t believe I am actually doing this. I mean sure, it was about time I got out of my apartment to spend a simple lighthearted Sunday away from any worrying. Granted, I’ve faced the world several time as my new female self already, but never to just have some fun. My girlfriend… well, ex-girlfriend now actually, was right when she said that I’ve been living like a secluded for the past few weeks. I guess I still was not very at ease with my new body, and a fun day out was really what I needed to let loose a bit. But why did I allow her to dress me up like this?

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate everything she has done for me so far. Even though there was no way we could have kept being a couple after my transformation, she was really kind and considerate with me through the whole process, and helped me dealing with my transition in a number of ways. I can’t possibly thank her enough for everything she has done, but I think this time I may have got a bit too far. She got me all dolled up, and dressed in this skirt, and sandals, and top, and she even did my hair and makeup. When I saw my reflection I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was stunning! And yet it was so unsettling to think of myself as an attractive woman.

This is all so weird. These shoes are uncomfortable as fuck, and it’s so strange to be wearing a skirt. Not to mention the way this tops squeezes my breasts and leaves my belly exposed. For fucks sake, I even got a purse now! I feel ridiculous! And yet at the same time I feel so sexy. I think I may be letting this whole “being a girl” thing getting to my head. I should not be that comfortable with this. And yet, why shouldn’t I? I mean, this is my body now after all. Why shouldn’t I feel confident with the way I look? It’s not like I have ever actually planned to have a sex change to go back to being a guy after all, even though the thought crossed my mind one or two times. I guess that if I have to be a woman for the rest of my life, I may as well look amazing while doing it. But that’s it! I don’t want to get too deep into the hole and start acting all girly and shit. I’m still a man at heart. I just so happen to be a truly, truly!, gorgeous woman at the same time.

Little by little - Part 1

This Anonymous request, as it often happens, slowly took a form of its own, so I decided that the best way to post it was to divide it in three short parts. Hope you'll like it :) 

When I was diagnosed with second puberty I wasn’t willing to let the fact that I was going to turn into a girl bring me down. Sure, it would be a dreadful perspective for any man worthy of being called such, and I admit that knowing that in just about a couple of weeks I would have had to say goodbye to my manhood forever made me feel completely hopeless at times. But a real man is not a man just because he has a dick between his legs. My spirit is not going to be crushed by the mere fact that I am now stuck as a frail and petite Asian chick. It has been quite traumatic to go from my ripped and strong male body to this weak new form. I feel so vulnerable. But my vigor is just the same as it was before, and I will not allow myself to give in to weakness and just happily embrace femininity and become some sort of doll like most of people do. I will become strong again, and show to the world that I’m not just a pretty princess or anything like that.

It is still quite strange to be back to my favorite gym as my new female self. Normally I would have headed straight for the bench press and started lifting, but now that I’m this frail I had to re-organize my whole routine, which now includes an awful lot of cardio. I always hated to run, since it doesn’t make you gain any muscle mass, but I’ll admit that it is nice to see how fast I’m progressing. I feel more and more fit and energetic! It is actually pretty great! I’m not really fond of how this pants envelop my legs and butt tight highlighting my new curves. I’m painfully aware of how all the guys around me stare at my ass every time I bend over or do squats. I know because I would have done the same if I was in their place. They don’t seem to be turned off at all by the fact that I used to be a guy just a few weeks ago. I feel like I’m a piece of meat! It is disturbing, but also kind of flattering. I guess I don’t mind this kind of attention all that much.

Whatever! Enough with these thoughts! I will not let them distract me from my objective! I may have lost my manhood and all my muscles I was so proud of, but this doesn’t mean I’m willing to give up on what has been my lifestyle for years now. I will get strong and ripped again, and then I’m positive all these thirsty guys are going to be much less confident once they see what a strong and empowered girl they are actually dealing with. I just need to work a bit harder so that my body better reflects my strong spirit. So don’t get distracted and focus on your training! No pain, no gain!

Long way to the top

Originally requested by Hingoojo :)

Well I learned my lesson. Never trust a genie.

I should have known better considering how you always hear stories about people who didn’t think their wishes through and ended up with their lives screwed over. But then again those are all works of fiction, right? I mean, who could imagine that such things as magic lamps do actually exist?

When I stumbled in that lamp in an antique shop I bought it just as a decorative object. Imagine my surprise when a genie actually popped out of it when I polished it.

I was speechless at first, but I knew the drill. Three wishes. No more, no less. It didn’t take me a lot before realizing the things I really desired. It’s not like I’ve ever been such a megalomaniac to wish for world domination, or so altruistic to wish for peace on earth. All I wanted was what all of us want. Youth, wealth, beauty, maybe fame. And of course a lot of sex. Plus there was that little thing. I’ve always been fond of Japan. Becoming a rising star in that country would have been great. After all what fun is there in just having success granted to you. No, I wanted to fully experience my raise to fame and success.

So I made the wish. First I wished to be a beautiful young emerging star in Japanese cinema destined to achieve worldwide fame and success. Then, just to be extra sure, I wished to have all the sex I could ever wish for. <<Granted>> said the genie solemnly, and I suddenly found myself engulfed in some strange mist. It would have taken me a couple of hours before awakening to my new life.

And now here I am. Laying on my back, moaning and panting as I’m getting fucked senselessly, with the cameras fixated on me.

<<No, no Yasumi! Try to show a little more enjoyment. I want to see you smile a little bit more. You are loving it!>>

The director is very demanding today. I’m doing my best, but it still feels so strange. The fact that I’m being filmed while I have sex only adds to the unease I still feel for being a woman. But he’s right, I have to be more professional. I’m a competent actress after all. This is the third professional feature I star in since I awoke as a Japanese porn star. The fourth in my entire career if I don’t count the many amateur stuff that got me on the radar. It still feels strange to have sex as a woman, but I’m getting better at it, and I’m already a lot more comfortable. They want enjoyment, I will show them enjoyment.

<<Now that’s what I was talking about. Keep it up girl. You’re doing great.>>

This is definitely not what I meant when I made my wishes. But I can’t say I didn’t get what I wanted. I’m young, beautiful, and my career is doing great. It is clear that this is just the beginning, and that Yasumi Ikuko is destined to become a household name. And of course I have all the sex that I can wish for, and even more.

You may ask what has been of my third wish. Well, I still have the lamp and a wish to make. It would take a second to return everything to normal. But truth be told, as weeks go by I think I’m starting to like my new life more and more. As I said, I have everything I have wished for, even though I have been kind of cheated. I could wish myself back to normal, sure, but what use would that be? I would just go back to my old, boring life. No, I want to see where this path is taking me to. I wished to experience the rise to fame and success, and I’m not giving up on this chance. The third wish can wait for the moment. Now I have a long way to go, but I will not give up. If the genie turned me into a porn star, then I will be the greatest porn star ever.

<<Great job Yasumi! You got a bright future ahead of you!>>

Damn right I have! The world is mine for the taking!

Nothing left

Originally requested by extraemail :)

<<Honey? Where are you? Are you in the bedroom?>>

The guy was getting increasingly nervous as he kept searching around the house. He knew there was no way she could have escaped, but as he kept calling for her without receiving any response he was getting more and more worried.

<<Ah! There you are silly!>> he found her sitting on the bed. <<Why were you not responding?>>

She turned around with a playful smile on her face. <<Look what I found honey! How do I look?>>

When he saw her wearing those glasses he at first remained dumbfounded, then he became enraged.

<<W… what’s wrong honey?>> she asked, scared by the expression on his face.

<<Where did you get those? Where did you find them?!>>

<<I… I just found them in a drawer. They were among some clothes of yours. What’s the matter? You’re scaring me, dear.>>

Looking at her scared cute face and seeing how confused she was by his behavior he calmed down. How could he be so stupid to leave those clothes just laying around the house? He should have got rid of them a long time ago.

<<You… you don’t know what this glasses are, don’t you?>>

<<What do you mean? They are just a pair of glasses. I… I just wanted to try them on and see how I looked. What’s the matter honey?>>

He felt relieved. She obviously didn’t remember anything. He should have been more careful. He definitely overreacted and she could have found that suspicious.

<<Nothing sweety. These are just… my glasses, from when I used to wear them when I was a teen. You must have stumbled into my old stuff.>>

<<Oh I get it. Those clothes seemed too small for you in fact. I didn’t know you used to wear glasses. How cute. You must have been really blind as a bat love. I can’t see a thing with these on.>>

<<Yeah. I don’t like to remember those days. In fact I don’t even know why I kept them. I will get rid of that stuff as soon as I can.>>

He wasn’t worried anymore. The mental conditioning had worked perfectly. Not only she didn’t remember a thing but she was now too dumb to even question his strange behavior. Another girl would have found that strange and started to ask questions. But not his girl. He made sure to have a girl that would have loved him unconditionally and that would have done whatever he wanted without ever questioning him. He had failed previously, but this time it had really worked well.

<<You look so pensive honey. Is there anything wrong?>>

<<No. Of course not. Everything is perfect. What were you doing here naked anyway.>>

<<Oh silly. I was waiting for you. As usual. I know how stressful your work is. I just wanted to give you a special welcome home. You know how I suffer when you’re out and I have to wait for you the whole day. I want you so bad.>>

He smiled pleased. There was no trace in the girl in front of him of the insolent four-eye boy he kidnapped a few weeks earlier.  He had transformed him into his dream girl, a stunning, petite, horny Asian teen, hopelessly in love with him. She had no memory of her previous life, and all she cared for was his satisfaction. Even stumbling in his old clothes and his old glasses didn’t help her remember a thing. It took him a bunch of tries before getting both the physical and mental changes necessary right, and the news were by that point full of reports about the recent wave of kidnappings. But there wouldn’t have been any more of those, not now that he finally got what he wanted. Well maybe that wasn’t entirely true. He always had a thing also for cute redheads. Perhaps he could have searched for another victim in the future and get himself two horny girls all for himself.

<<So honey, are you going to keep me waiting? I don’t know how much I can still resist without you.>>

<<Sure honey. Let’s get it started. And keep the glasses on. You look very pretty with those on.>>

Just a little tease

I was pretty bummed out when I was diagnosed with second puberty. That would be an understatement, I was downright depressed for it at first. For the longest time the thought of catching it and having to say goodbye to my male body and life had been my greatest fear, and now it was about to become a reality. The months leading to the final stage of my transformation, when I progressively saw my muscles I spent so much time building in the gym shrivel, my skin become soft and smooth, and new curves appearing on my chest and hips giving me a sexy silhouette, were like hell to me. And when one morning I woke up finding nothing more than a slit where my morning wood should have been I couldn’t hold back and wept. I was a woman now after all, I could afford to be emotional.

It was hard at first to adapt to my new body, but soon enough to my surprise I started to feel more and more comfortable with it. At first I was happy with just exploring it on my own, enjoying the amazing feeling of having tits to massage and squeeze how I liked, and fingering my new genitals even for hours on end. I simply could not get enough of that. After a while I realized that as a girl I was pretty hot, and started to enjoy the idea of getting all pretty and sexy and show my new persona to the world. I got rid of all the hoodies and other baggy clothes I wore for the first few weeks to hide my new figure as much as possible, and I started to experiment with female clothing. Lacy bras and panties soon replaced the plain cotton panties and training bras I wore at first, I started to enjoy the feeling of stockings and pantyhose enveloping my legs tight and making me look all sexy and enticing, and I loved how sensual I looked with miniskirts and tank tops. I even started to enjoy wearing high heels. Even though they were quite uncomfortable at first, they made my legs and butt look amazing, and soon they were basically all I wore. It took me a while to learn how to apply makeup and comb my hair properly, but I was happy with the results, and I looked amazing. I chose the name Julie for me, and I finally felt ready to come out to the world as such.

The first time I went out dressed in a gorgeous tight black dress and high heeled boots it felt incredible. I was radiating confidence, and felt so incredibly sexy. I enjoyed how guys’ jaws seemed to drop to the floor as soon as they saw me, and it made me giggle every time one of them would turn his head to check out my firm ass as I walked by. I didn’t even mind the catcall, even though I did my best to act like I was annoyed by that. It was actually flattering to hear them whistle after me, and calling me cutie or sexy. Don’t get me wrong, I was not into guys at all. As a matter of facts I was more than determined to live my life as a lesbian. But it was so incredibly fun for me to tease and seduce guys with my new hot body. I understood why women seemed to always enjoy playing the flirt with guys, and lead them around like dogs on the leash just using the power of their looks. I soon became a total vixen, and started to spend my nights hitting the club and letting guys buy drinks to me, and dancing with them moving and shaking my curves in the most enticing way possible, only to leave with a girl at the end of the night. I was having the time of my life.

However things soon got out of control. One evening I was sitting at the counter of a bar as usual, and I had already spotted my prey for the night. I kept sending that guy alluring looks, sitting in such a way that my legs wrapped in stocking would be exposed as much as possible. It didn’t take long of course before he sat beside me and started flirting with me. I let him buy me a martini, and I made sure to eat the olive as sexily as possible. He was mine, and I was having so much fun playing with him. Only I got a little carried away while drinking, and ended up being pretty tipsy, so I did not object when he offered to take me to his place. The thought of turning him down once there and see the disappointed look on his face was so amusing that I didn’t consider the danger of that.

Only when I found myself in the bed with him I realized my error. I felt so weak and powerless compared to him, and realized that he could have easily had his way with me. I started to panic, and tried to push him away, but he was so much stronger than me, and I could not resist when he started to kiss my neck and tease my pussy. He pinned me down on the bed, and I felt his hard cock starting to poke my pussy, and to my dismay I realized that that was making me wet. But I could not give in and have sex with him! I was not into guys! And yet the idea of him fucking me with his thick cock was so incredibly arousing!

In the end I could not hold back. I wanted him to fuck me from behind, so I would not have had to look at him, but I realized that that position made me feel even more vulnerable and used. I bit my lips as I felt his dick entering my pussy, and as it reached deeper and deeper I could not hold back a gasp followed by a moan of pleasure. He was not a kind lover, he fucked me so roughly for the following minutes, pounding me with mighty strength while holding me firmly from my hips, and yet to my dismay I realized that I was enjoying the feeling of being fucked so harshly. Despite having promised myself that I would not have let him believe that I was enjoying it, I started to cry for the pleasure, and when he finally blew his load inside of me and I collapsed on the bed exhausted, I realized that I wanted more.

Things do not always go the way we plan them, and if I started my life as Julie as a strong and confident vixen, now all I want to be for the rest of my life is a toy for guys to use as they please. It just feels so good to give yourself over to absolute pleasure. I never thought I would have ended up like this, but life never goes quite as we expect it, and the best we can do is to enjoy it as it comes. And I enjoy it. I enjoy it a whole lot!