I'm not mad

First of a series of requests by miss Danielle :)

I’m not mad, really. I should be mad, but I swear I am not. What good would it be for me to be mad about all of this?

I don’t really mind that my wife has become a career woman and now makes more than I have ever made. I know most guys would feel emasculated by this, but after you spend so much time as a woman you really stop caring about those kind of things.

I don’t even mind the fact that she turned me into a woman so I could go through the pregnancy in her place while she would have kept focusing on her career. She was about to get a promotion after all, and having a kid could have drastically hindered her and her ambitions. I was more than willing to do my part, and if I had to become a woman and give birth to our child so we could start a family, I was fine with it, even though I was scared and very, very freaked out by my transformation. Not to mention how hard it was to get through the whole pregnancy and the labor.

And as hard as it is to accept it, I’m not even mad about the fact that by this point I will likely stay a woman maybe for the rest of my life. She says that it is only as long as I will breastfeed the kid, but the more time goes by the more it is apparent to me that she really has no intention or interest in ever turning me back into a man. And you know what, I think I can live with this, and deal with it. I am willing to do everything for our family.

I just wish she would stop dating that damn co-worker of hers. It was bad enough to find out that she has been in an affair with him for years now, but to find it out by giving birth to this adorable interracial bundle of love was just way too much. I was really on the verge of quitting all of this, leaving my wife and starting anew somewhere else, even as a woman if that was necessary. But even though this is not really my child, every time I look at this little creature I feel myself filled with just so much maternal love that I realize I could never give this life up. Hell, I gave birth to him! It’s my child just as much as he’s theirs, if not more!

So yeah, overall I’m not mad about what my life has come to. I can’t even get angry at my wife for keeping dating that guy, since now that I am stuck as a chick there is really no way I can hope to satisfy her “needs”. Plus every now and then she shares her boyfriend with me, and even though it feels awkward and even quite humiliating to have sex with my wife’s lover, I can’t deny that the sex is pretty amazing, and this female body of mine has needs as well. I just have to do my best to not think about the man I used to be, and if necessary leave my previous life behind my back forever and embrace my new one. I’m sure things will work out some way.

Not quite what she hoped for

Requested by marilin Salazar :) I made some slight changes to the story, hope it is ok :P

Betty was awkwardly looking through the pics on her phone. She still struggled with that kind of things, and wished she had physical copies of those photos to cherish and look at whenever she wanted instead of having to go through the bother of making that contraption work. Where even was that pic? Ah! There it was! She could not help but smile wholeheartedly as soon as she saw that pretty and happy girl smiling at her from the screen. That was definitely her favorite one. The first pic ever taken of her beloved granddaughter. She could not believe that a couple of months had already gone by ever since that pic was taken. By that point she had got quite used to her presence in the house, and to her smile… and yes, even to her bitching. But that pic was special. The first time she ever saw her smile. The one time she realized that from that day on she had a granddaughter, like she had always wished.

<<I’m going out grandma! Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be back only late at night most likely.>>

<<Where are you going Janet?>>

<<You know, the usual. A coffee with the girls, a bit of shopping… hanging out at the club. Don’t worry, I’ll be ok.>>

<<You are always out and never spend some time home. I miss your company.>>

<<Come on grandma, don’t be like that. I’ll be back soon enough. Gotta go now! Bye!>>

<<*Sigh* Bye!>>

Betty looked back at the phone. She had changed so much since that day, and by that point she was nothing like the person she used to be before the transformation. She recalled how frustrated she used to be with that slob of her grandson, that bum high school dropout who used to spend all his time shut in his room playing videogames and never looking for a job. He was such a disappointment, and eventually she grew tired of his attitude, and decided to take extreme measures. She had to spend a consistent part of her savings to buy the serum, but if the results were going to be those advertised it would have been totally worth it. Plus they were the money for his college, and it was not like he was going to enroll any time soon.

She was so thrilled when that fatal morning she heard that high pitched female shriek coming from his room. She rushed there trying her best to look concerned and surprised, knowing exactly what she was going to find, and yet nothing could have prepared her to the heartwarming feeling that seeing his transformed grandson would have given her. She was just perfect, with her luscious long hair, and her cute face, and her frail figure concealed by the baggy clothes. It would have been so hard to hide her joy and excitement for the following hours.

It took a while before that poor thing stopped freaking out, but to be honest she was just too cute also while doing do, with that scared expression on her pretty face. When Betty finally managed to calm her down, it was time to put her plan truly into action. It was not enough to turn her grandson into a girl. That was the easiest part. Now she had to slowly but relentlessly turn that girl into her dream granddaughter, and it was going to be a hard task. It took her days before she willingly stepped out of her room, and she would always get so mad at her every time she pretended to mistakenly call her with a female name, and god knows for how much she had to beg her before she finally convinced her to get out of the house to shop for more appropriate clothes. That was going to be the time when she would have truly started to mold her into the girl she was destined to be. After all nothing like a shopping spree can bring out your inner girl.

It was very irritating to keep her away from baggy and unisex clothes and slowly make her gravitate towards more feminine ones, and it took a while before she convinced her to finally try on a gorgeous summer dress, but as soon as she saw the look in her eyes when she found herself in front of her new reflection, Betty instantly knew that things were going well. They spent the following hours trying on outfit after outfit, and then she brought her to the hair saloon, and got her a professional makeup, and even some jewelry, and by the end of the day the transformation was complete. Not only in appearance, but also in mind. She did not have to push her to try out new clothes anymore since she had started to do it on her own basically leading the way, and even her mannerism, from the way she walked to the way she talked, now were those of a girl. Nobody would have been able to tell that that cheerful pretty girl used to be a sluggish and shabby boy just a few days ago. That moment had to be immortalized! And so she took that pic. That was probably one of the happiest day of her whole long life.

Well, during the following months Betty learned that sometimes things do not go quite as we expect them. While at first she was happy to see her new granddaughter hang out and enjoy life, soon she started to go too far. While as a guy she never would get out of the house, now that she was a girl she almost never was at home, constantly hanging out with mysterious “friends” she refused to extensively talk to her about. And then there was the shopping. While her grandson would spend a remarkable amount of money in videogames, it was nothing compared to how much she was now spending in clothes, and makeup, and jewelry. She went from one extreme to the other, and Betty was unsure whether or not things were actually that better, and even wondered whether or not she had made the right decision when she transformed her grandson.

At least now she had acquired interest in boys, while as a guy she would have never been able to get a nice girlfriend. While she hoped that she was not sleeping around with random guys, at least there was a chance that sooner or later she would have got a cute grandniece that hopefully she would have been able to educate better.

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.

The right generation

A very fun and creative request by Lady Stardust :)

George had just got home from work, tired and annoyed, in desperate need for some kind of break. He hated his job, but he needed to take whatever he could find while he kept looking for something better, if he wanted to move out of his parent’s house soon. Ever since he dropped out of college he had to go back living with them, and the more time went by the more embarrassing and unbearable the situation was getting. But there were some pros to all of that. For instance he really liked the fact that his dad’s sound system was simply amazing compared to what he was used to in his dorm, and whenever he would get home from work he always had about an hour or so when he could have put on his favorite music and zone out and relax for a bit forgetting his troubles.

He took out the second Led Zeppelin’s album, one of his absolute favorites, and as Robert Plant started singing Whole Lotta Love he throw himself on the couch and let the music transport him to another world. He absolutely loved that kind of music. It was a whole other level compared to whatever crap the radio would usually play. It really seemed like in that age there wasn’t room for more kick-ass rock acts like those of the 70s, and George often felt like he was born in the wrong generation. At least he had his albums, and he could always find a moment during the day when he could pretend he was actually at a concert of his favorite bands.

The noise of the front door opening made him snap out of his state of relaxation, and then he saw his mother entering the living room. He groaned irritated. It looked like the fun was over for that day. <<Ah, Led Zeppelin! This really brings me back!>>. “Here we go again.” he thought to himself. Every single time his mother would catch him listening to music she would start to annoy him with memories from her youth. She would tell him how as a teen she used to be a diehard fan of Led Zeppelin, how she used to listen to their LPs over and over again, how obsessed she was with their music, and how she used to have a crush on Robert Plant. And of course she never failed to tell him about that time she went to one of their concerts in where she met George’s dad and consequently fell in love. There was a time when George used to like those stories. He really enjoyed listening to his parents telling how amazing the concert was, and really envied them for having had the chance to catch them perform live in their prime. However by that point he was tired of hearing same story for the 100^th time, and he really wished his mom would just shut up and let him keep listening to his music. One thing had not changed however after all those years. He still really envied her for having lived during those times, and he would have given just about anything to have the chance to live out such an experience.

He took the CD out of the player and moved to his room. The sound system he had there was a lot worse than the one in the living room, but at least there he would have had a bit of privacy. He put the CD on, closed his eyes, and started to zone out as the riff started. However there was something weird that time around. The music felt somehow much more hypnotic than usual, and after a while he started to feel dizzy, and felt like he was floating. It really felt like he was being transported to a different place, and he found himself unable to snap out of that strange kind of trance. Suddenly the music changed. The song kept going, but it sounded different. It was much louder, and the sound quality felt somehow cheaper, and the strangest thing was that he could hear a lot of noises that were not part of the song, like he was in the middle of a crowd. He opened his eyes confused, and remained dumbfounded as he discovered that he was indeed now in the middle of a huge crowd. All around him countless people were cheering, and screaming, and singing along, and looking up in front of him there was a band playing on a stage. He still was dizzy and dazed, and felt like he was in some very vivid dream. And yet it all seemed so unbelievably real. And as incredible as it was, there was no doubt that the singer in front of him was Robert Plant, just like he always saw him in his posters and in the old recordings of Led Zeppelin’s concerts. Somehow his wish had come true. He was witnessing a live performance of his favorite band.

It was amazing. He was just too thrilled to question what had happened, and before he could even realize it he was cheering, and screaming, and singing along as well, completely absorbed by the incredible performance. But as he started to sing his heart out to the music, he realized that his voice sounded weird. It was high pitched, even womanly, and only then he started to become aware of all the strange feeling his body was sending him. He felt long hair brush against his shoulders, and fabric brushing against his bare and smooth legs, and something bounce on his chest as he moved, and when he finally looked down at himself he saw a pair of round and firm breasts, and realized that he was wearing some kind of strange dress, and that down in his crotch all he could feel was an unsettling void.

Immediately he started to panic, frantically feeling his body with his shaking hands, and there was no doubt that all of that was real. Those were real breasts hanging from his chest, and he really had soft and sensitive skin, and long wavy hair, and his crotch was flat. Scared he tried to get out of that mayhem, making his way through the huge crowd, and when he finally got to a slightly quieter place he could finally catch some breath and try to calm down and figure out what had happened. He started to search for some clues inside the purse he had around his shoulder, and finally found a compact mirror. He opened it and looked at the reflection, and felt his heart skip a beat as he saw a beautiful young woman staring back at him. But even more unsettling was the fact that that girl seemed somehow very familiar. She really looked like a younger version of his mother. He searched again inside of the purse until he found a student ID, and as he read the name written on it he had the dreadful confirmation of what had happened. Somehow he had just travelled back in time to a Led Zeppelin concert just like he wished. Only the catch was that he was now trapped in the body of his mom when she was 18 years old and she went seeing her favorite band play live.

Shocked and in complete panic he started to shake and breathe heavily, trying to not start to freak out uncontrollably, but as he tried to regain control of himself he was interrupted by someone. <<Are you okay girl?>>. Startled he turned around and saw a tall guy looking concerned at him. <<Bad trip uh? Here, have some water, it will help.>>. The guy handed him a bottle of water, which George took in his hand unsure and still very unsettled and weirded out by what was happening. He suddenly realized that he was indeed also dying of thirst at the moment, so he chugged down the content of the bottle, which in fact did help him calm down a bit. The stranger seemed pleased to see him a bit relieved, and then he put a hand on his shoulder and spoke to him in a reassuring tone. <<Come on let’s get back in there. You are missing an amazing show.>>. Before George could do anything to resist he found himself being lead back in the middle of the crowd, and soon he was being squeezed between countless people unable to do anything to escape that situation. It was a really distressing situation to be caught in the middle of that sea of people, and he was doing his best to fight for some vital space, but to no avail due to his now much weaker and frailer body. He suddenly felt himself being lifted up, and before he could realize it he found himself high in the hair with the crowd below him and the stage straight in front of his eyes. He looked down trying to understand what was happening, and realized that the mysterious guy had just lifted him over his shoulders to help him see the concert. It was so weird to be treated like that, but he had to admit that he was glad he was out of that chaos. No matter how much he tried to stay focused, his head just would not stop spinning. He realized that whatever that strange feeling was, it had less to do with a sense of vertigo due to the time travel experience, and was most likely due to the fact that his mom was probably already drunk, if not high, when he suddenly found himself trapped in her body. It was all simply too much to take in, and the music was so good, and he could feel an adrenaline rush going through his body. In the end he could not help but give up and start to enjoy himself. As disturbing as all of that was, he could not deny that he was very thrilled of having finally the chance to see his favorite band of all time play live right in front of him, and so he just started enjoying the concert as much as he could. It was the most amazing experience of his life.

He was indeed pretty disappointed when the concert came to an end, and suddenly he had to come back to the frightening reality where he was still trapped in his mom’s body. It was only then that the guy finally introduced himself. <<I’m John, nice to meet you.>> John? That was… his father’s name! So that was the fatal night when his parents first met at a concert. He had heard that story countless times in the past, and all the details corresponded to what he had been told. He was reliving his mother’s youth, and that was the moment when his father invited her to join him in his van. He knew exactly where things were about to go, and the mere thought made him shiver with fear. But what was he supposed to do? He had no idea how he ended up in that situation, nor did he know what the consequences would have been if he tried to change the course of the events and turned down his father’s invitation. For what he knew if he did so he may have ended up changing the course of history and making it so that he was never even born in the future. So he just passively went along with the events, while countless thoughts were going through his head, and before he could even realize it he was sitting in his father van sharing a joint with him. He knew that it was probably better to stay as clear headed as possible, but at the same time he felt like he needed to be as high as possible in order to not start to freak out. Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his head, and before he could do anything he found himself kissing John, his tongue almost forcing itself inside of his mouth, and his hand caressing his smooth leg and groping his ass from under the dress. He wanted to fight back, but it was like he was once again in a strange trance where he was unable to resist, and suddenly his limbs went numb and his mind seemed to fade away. All thoughts seemed to disappear as he felt a warm and pleasant sensation down in his groin, and almost without realizing it he started to return the kiss. Whatever had happened to him, something snapped in his mind as their lips met, and for the following hours George completely forgot who he was, and went on to live the most magical and incredible night of his mother’s life.