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.

I will be a mother

A very lenghty request for my dear friend Marti XD This took a while to write and was supposed to be posted during her unofficial pregnant week, but I hope you will like it :)

The more I keep thinking about it, the more incredible it all still sounds. Everything changed so fast and abruptly that I barely realized it. First I lost my jobs, suddenly and surprisingly, and started to struggle with being unemployed and having to pay the bills. I was having so many troubles finding a new job that in the end if I didn’t want to get kicked out of my apartment I had to resort to very extreme measures. I was basically left with no choice. I enrolled in that experimental program, volunteering as a test subject for that crazy experiment. I was going to become the first man to ever get pregnant.

The mere thought of having a womb transplanted, and to have my manhood removed to be replaced with a vagina, scared me beyond any belief. It all sounded so disturbing, so unsettling… so wrong. But money was running short, and they said it was going to be temporary anyway. As soon as I would have given birth I would have gone back to being a man, even though getting through a whole pregnancy and even going into labor didn’t sound like an easy nor appealing at all task.

The operation was a success. When I woke up in the hospital I could feel right away that something was different down in my crotch. That unsettling void was just too much for me to process right away, and I was far too scared to even bring my hands down there to check out what had changed. In the end I just remained idle and immobile on that hospital bed until the need to pee became too much to handle, and as I sat on the toilet and peed for the first time as a girl I had no choice but to come to terms with the fact that I had a vagina now, and I would have been stuck with that for no less than nine months from that day on.

About a week later I went to my first gynecologic visit, so that the doctors could be sure that everything went well with my operation, and once they assessed that it was a complete success they injected me with sperm from a donor, and a few days later they gave me the “good news”. I was pregnant. I had a life within me. Sure, by that point it was nothing more than a cell, but I knew that from that day on it would have kept growing inside of my belly, expanding it, and weighting on me, and eventually it would have even started to move and twitch inside of me. The mere concept was just too much for my mind to grasp. Guys are not supposed to worry about that kind of things. But from that point on I could not help but to keep obsessing over it.

To be fair, since I had a vagina I was now technically a woman already, despite the fact that I kept my outside male appearance. The only major apparent difference was that my hips had been surgically expanded so that I could have delivered the baby naturally, which was a total pain in the ass at first since my jeans would no longer fit me and I had to resort to wear baggier clothes. However with time more things began to change about my appearance. At first they were minor things, like the fact that I needed to shave less often and eventually I started to wake up with a smooth and delicate face, or the fact that my skin was getting increasingly soft and sensitive and that I was slowly losing my body hair. Then I started to get fatter on my butt, which started to feel almost like a comfortable cushion when I would sit down, and my nipple became large and much more sensitive, and after that I even started to notice my chest expanding and two small mounds of flesh started to develop. The doctors said that it was probably due to the hormones, and that I should not have worried about it since the changes were most likely going to stop soon. But they didn’t stop. As time went by they become more and more extreme. My waist got narrow, my butt bigger, and I even started developing feminine facial feature, while my chest kept getting bigger and bigger until those modest mounds of flesh became a pair of round and firm breasts. Due to my long hair, by that point it was basically impossible for me to pass as a man, and I had to resign myself to the fact that I was going to live the months leading up to the due date as a woman.

The hardest part of it all had to be having to deal with my new genitals. Even though it was quite pleasant to not have anything between my legs getting in the way as I went about my day, it was still such an alien feeling that every time I thought about it I would shiver unsettled. Plus it was so damn sensitive. Every time I showered I had to keep myself from starting to tease my pussy, as the warm water running over my now smooth body would make me feel incredibly aroused. My hormones were probably to blame for that. A few weeks into the pregnancy I started to get so incredibly emotional about everything, and I started to suffer of mood swings, and most importantly of all I felt so unbearably horny all the time! Then the nausea kicked in, and the dizziness, and the cravings, and all the unpleasant and weird feelings of my body in constant change. As I started to spend my days constantly going back and forth from the bathroom to either pee or throw up I felt like I wanted to die, and I was sure I could not have possibly have got through it all.

I was glad I had my mother helping me through all of it. She obviously had never thought one day she would have had to help her son get through a pregnancy, but after having got past the initial shock of learning what was happening to me she seemed to take it surprisingly well. She even seemed to enjoy the situation, and after a while, as my belly started to swell and my old clothes did not fit me anymore, she offered to take me shopping for some more appropriate clothes. I thought she was talking about some of those pants for pregnant women, but instead that day I came home with bag after bag full of dresses, and skirts, and other kind of girly item of clothing, until my wardrobe was completely changed. She made me try them all on, one after the other, and even insisted that I would comb my hair properly and try on some makeup. As I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my new reflection, I could not believe my eyes. I was… beautiful. It was a strange thought, but also an incredibly pleasant one. I felt so cute, and feminine, and I was almost moved by the image of that gorgeous pregnant woman staring back at me mimicking my every move. That day I realized that that was the way I was going to live from that moment on, at least until the day I would have finally have given birth. I was wiling by that point to embrace my life as a woman.

Once I started to feel truly comfortable in my new skin, my daily life seemed to get much easier, which was very good for me, since I needed all the serenity I could manage to achieve in order to deal with my continuously transforming body. My belly was getting increasingly bigger and cumbersome, and I can’t possibly describe how amazing and alien it was to feel the little creature inside of my womb kick for the first time. When I saw the image in the ultrasound machine, the round head, the tiny feet and hands, I almost started crying for the emotion. That was my baby. I had a life inside of me. It was simply incredible, and as I came to terms with that reality I actually stopped worrying about my predicament, so much so that my weekly appointments to the doctor office and to the therapist they assigned to me to monitor the way my mind was being affected by the treatment stopped bothering me completely. Suddenly my struggle didn’t seem so hard. All the worries I had up until that point felt so meaningless once compared to the fact that I now was responsible for a little creature that was growing inside of me. A creature eager to get out, and that soon I would have had to give birth to. I started to feel like I could barely contain myself to that thought.

My life was about to be shaken by yet another major event. Once again, it was all sudden, and surprising. I was resting my feet on a bench at the park, when a guy approached me. As I looked at him I remained speechless. It was my best friend. I realized that I had purposely avoided to see any person that knew me after I underwent the operation, and therefore I was quite overturned by seeing a familiar face again. Apparently he was able to recognize me despite all the changes my body had gone through, and was surprised to learn that I was the guy who volunteered for that highly publicized experiment, and amazed at how much I had transformed. I was so embarrassed, and yet he seemed sincere with his compliments about how stunning I was, and although it was quite weird to hear that, I can’t deny that I was also very flattered by it. He asked me out on a date, and I could not help but say yes. Well, it wasn’t actually supposed to be an actual date, more like a chance to talk about what we were up to and stuff like that. But as I spent basically hours trying to get to my very best, choosing the perfect outfit, and doing my makeup the best I could, and as I saw the expression on his face as he looked at me, and as we kept chatting for hours on end, laughing and having a wonderful time, it all started to feel a whole lot like a date.

We kept seeing each other after that first day. I can’t really tell why, but somehow it made me feel good to have someone else to spend the last months leading up to the due date with someone else, and he always managed to make me feel always so safe, so beautiful, and he was so kind and considerate. It didn’t take long before I started to have… feelings for him. I wanted to blame my hormones for that, after all not only I had not have sex for months by that point, but I also never quite got to deal with the fact that my changed body was likely going to affect my sexuality as well, but truth be told the more times went by, the more those feelings started to feel more and more like genuine love. And one magical night, as I brought him to my place, and he kept complimenting me for how sexy and prominent I looked in the purple dress I had chosen for that date, and my body started to burn with desire, I kissed him, and the kiss got passionate, and soon we ended up laying on the bed, toughing and groping each other, and before I could even fully realize it we were making love. It was a bit awkward, and kind of uncomfortable with my huge pregnant belly, but it was also so pleasant, so overturning, so indescribably good. And when I woke up the next morning to the sight of him caressing my pregnant belly, I instantly knew that that was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

After that night we both could not avoid to come out with our true feelings. We confessed that we were both attracted to each other, and we decided to try being a couple, no matter how weird and hard it was going to be. Well, things couldn’t possibly have gone better. I’m now nine months pregnant, and happily engaged to my sweetheart. We plan to get married after the kid arrives, and I have already legally changed my name and sex in the legal papers. I am now officially a woman, and I am going to live as such for the rest of my life. Soon I will be a mother, and then a wife, and it feels so good to think about it. I am so happy for how things turned out. And I am sure that this is not going to be my only baby. In fact, we are planning to have at least three.

Spring break contest: One year later

A finale to my series "Spring break contest" after a couple of requests for a conclusion :) Shotout to Unown7599 for the images ^-^

A year has passed since Alan, John and Jack had to say goodbye to their manhood forever after having been cursed into and transformed into three busty women. The three friends never spoke to each other again after the day when the winner of their sadistic competition had been announced, both because they still were quite mad at each other and because of their desire to leave their old lives behind their back and start anew. But big news were on their way, and the three girls would soon have seen each other one more time.

 Alana was so tense waiting for a response from his old friends. Every couple of hours she would check her mailbox with her dainty hands shaking hoping she would have found a response, and every time she did not see any she would get gloomy and depressed. She had realized how much she had missed them, and how painful it would have been if they would have ended up deciding to not join her on the most important day of her life. She was so unbelievably happy when her boyfriend finally proposed to her, and she swore her heart could have exploded with joy as he put a ring on her finger. She never quite considered the possibility of ever having a normal, loving and long-lasting relationship, especially considering how she had basically spent her whole life as a woman sleeping around with all the men she could find, but it just kind of happened, unexpectedly and magically. Not only had she finally found a man capable of satisfying her lust, he also loved and respected her, and he was just the most charming man she had ever met. Of course she said yes! But now the weeks leading up to the day of her marriage were turning out to be more stressful and draining than she could have ever imagined. Sure, organizing a wedding is very hard even when you decide for a small and reserved ceremony, but the real problem was that… she didn’t have anyone to invite. Beside a couple of friends she had made ever since she had started to live as a woman, she did not know who to invite, since she had basically lost any contact with people from her previous life. She was so ashamed of that, but most importantly she realized how much she missed her old friends. It took a while before the detective she had hired found out where they were, and it took even more before she mastered the courage to invite them. And now all she could do was to wait for their response, and as days were going by she was feeling more and more sad. Thankfully there was something that always managed to make her feel better: her fiancé. Now we find her waiting for him to come back from work, in their bedroom, dressed in her brand new lingerie. However the marriage would have gone, she knew that she would have been happy with him, and she could not wait to finally become his wife.

No matter how much she tried, Johanna could not catch any sleep that day. Sunbathing near the swimming pool always helped her relax and have some rest before her nights at the strip club, but for the last few days too many thoughts had been bugging her. That was a big problem. She needed some rest. Her worries had been hindering her performances, and she was even scolded by the manager the previous night. She needed to take a decision, she could not keep going on like that. But what to do? She never imagined she would have heard from Alana again, let alone for such an occasion. She considered her as part of a life she wanted to forget, and now it was all coming back to her completely out of the blue. She thought she would have turned down such an invitation right away, but the more she kept thinking about it the more uncertain she was getting, and she was slowly coming to the realization that she missed her old friend very much. She also realized that it wasn’t because she was mad at Alana for basically having doomed her to be a woman for the rest of her life that she didn’t want to answer to the invitation, she had long accepted that reality, and even started to enjoy her new life. The truth was that she felt ashamed of what she had become. She tried to break into the modeling business to put her new hot body to a good use, but it was turning out to be harder than she thought, and so she also had to work as a part-time stripper to make end meets. She didn’t want to meet her old friend on her wedding day only to reveal to her that she had ended up as a stripper. The question was tearing her apart as days went by. What to do?

Jackie caressed her pregnant belly as she kept staring at the invitation she had found in the mailbox. Alana… she hadn’t heard that name in such a long time. Her old friend about to get married… That was… great! She couldn’t help but feel really happy for her. In the past she had thought back to all the happy moments she had spent together with her friends, and wondered how they were doing. She even considered the possibility of trying to find them and get the gang back together, and was glad that finally someone had broken the silence. She just wished she had done it sooner, since now she felt bad for having to confront them and give them the… news. What an awful friend she was, not sharing the joy she had found as a woman with her former best friends. Now she would have had to attend the marriage with a seventh-month pregnant belly. Finding a dress would have been dreadful. She really had come a long way since her transformation, and now the most important people of her previous life would have found out that she was about to become a mother. Well, even though it would have been quite awkward at first to show up to the marriage in that state, she was sure her friends would have been happy for her, and she would have been the first one to propose a toast, even though she obviously could not have drunk.

A year has passed since Alan, John and Jack had to say goodbye to their manhood forever, and now they are about to see each other again. There will most likely be awkward moments, and a lot of unease, and some will be very surprised to find out what has been of the others. But there will be also laughter, and happiness, and joy, and they will finally remember why they were all friends in the first place, and never leave each other’s side again.

Alternate realities: Consequences

As the captain of the football team and one of the most handsome guys in school, Kyle never had any problem with girls. They would basically throw themselves at him, and he of course never let any of them down, giving every one of them her chance. It didn’t take long before he turned into an arrogant womanizer, treating girls as little more than objects to use and then abandon after he would have had sex with them. It was not like there were any consequences for him. His popularity was not hindered in the slightest by his behavior, on the contrary, his pals thought he was a real player, and he could always walk out of a girl’s bedroom with no regrets or emotional burden. Life was great for him. Until that fatal day.

He was in the locker room getting changed for the match, when suddenly the room in front of him seemed to start distorting, and he started to feel dizzy. He leaned on the wall, worried he was about to faint. What was that feeling? He could not allow himself to get sick just before such an important match! Soon that feeling of dizziness ended, and he started to feel better, but was surprised to hear the racket in the locker room turn into a sound of female chatter. As he turned around, he was dumbfounded to see a group of girls nonchalantly getting changed right in front of his eyes, taking off their clothes to put on cheerleaders’ uniforms. Did he accidentally walked into the wrong locker room while he was feeling dizzy? Before he could say or do anything a girl walked towards him. He was afraid she was going to yell at him and chase him away, instead she looked concerned at him and asked <<Is everything all right Kyla?>>. Kyla? He tried to say something, but he fell silent as soon as he heard a high pitched voice come out of his mouth. He looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed in a cheerleader uniform, with the skirt exposing his toned and smooth legs and the top enveloping his torso tight highlighting his frail figure and curves that could only be breasts. He felt a ponytail brush against his neck, and as he turned towards a mirror he saw for the first time his new feminine face, and his new slender and toned body.

He could not even scream in terror before the girls started to head outside of the locker room, basically dragging him with them like a tidal wave, and before he could take in anything of what was happening, he found himself on the side of the football field, in line with all the other girls who soon started to cheer, and chant, and perform. And he was caught in the middle of it all. Confused and overturned he was basically paralyzed at first, and then he started to fidget aimlessly and awkwardly trying to keep up with the other girls. He soon surprised himself somehow knowing what he was supposed to do, and started to perform even some pretty impressive moves almost on autopilot. That confused him even more, but he was at least glad that he was finally able of keeping up with the other cheerleaders. Whatever had happened to him, he had already got enough negative attention on himself, while all he wished in that moment was to be invisible so he could have figured out what had happened. He was so fixated on the strange alien feeling his new female body was sending him, and so absorbed in trying to give an explanation to that situation, that he almost did not realize that the match was already over, and soon he was in the locker room once again, getting changed in other female clothes while his female pals kept talking to him, asking him if anything was wrong, why he was acting so strange that day, and even something about a date with some Michael guy. He was way too overturned to pay attention to any of that, and headed straight to home as soon as he could, glad he at least found it in its place.

After a while he figured out that he had somehow stepped into an alternate dimension where everybody including him was of the opposite gender, and for the following days he tried to act the part of his female self as best as he could while trying to figure out a way to get back to his world, only he soon started to feel ill. At first he blamed the nausea and the headaches to his unease in his new body, but they soon became a constant of his days, and one day one of his new female friends put forward a hypothesis. <<Did you use protection when you were with Michael?>>. Kyle felt his heart sink when he heard those words. He was so busy trying to adapt to his new life at his best that he did not even consider that possibility. But that evening, when he saw the results of the pregnancy test he had bought, the painful reality presented itself to him, and he felt the world crumble over him.

Beside the different gender, Kyla’s life wasn’t all that different from Kyle’s. She was as beautiful as he was handsome, and as the captain of the cheerleader squad she was very popular too. It was no surprise that guys would flock at her, and just like her male counterpart she enjoyed that kind of attention, and did not hesitate to use his suitors however she wanted. Only she was not as lucky as Kyle was to walk out of their rooms without consequences. And the burden she now had to carry was a physical one, as well as an emotional one.

Dodging responsibilities

A caption I made for bbrdz back in the days :)

Andrew learned the importance of having only protected sex the hard way.

<<Condoms don’t let me feel anything.>> he used to say to his girlfriend Emily. <<I’ll be careful, I swear.>>

Emily was of course reluctant, but she didn’t want to start taking birth control pills since she feared they would have made her gain weight and therefore sabotage her career as a gymnast. So she trusted him and did as he said. That was of course a big mistake. It didn’t took long in fact before Andrew was unable to pull out in time and eventually Emily got pregnant.

She was destroyed by that news. Abortion wasn’t an option, but having the baby would have destroyed her future as she had planned it. All of her hopes and dreams were crushed, and all just because Andrew didn’t want to use protection.

But even worse was the fact that he didn’t want to accept his responsibilities and refused to help her with the baby. He wasn’t willing to become a father and even went as far as saying that she had cheated on him and that the baby wasn’t his and that he was going to break up with her. That was too much for Emily to handle, and she resorted to extreme measures.

She heard rumors about a shop selling magic spells, and even though she never believed in such things she was so desperate and so mad at Andrew that she was willing to try out anything. So she went there and asked for a mean to have revenge on that asshole. The old man running the shop was more than happy to help her. She gave her a body swap spell for free. <<With this he won’t be able to dodge his responsibilities.>>

When Andrew was invited the next day by Emily to go to her place to talk he was very reluctant. She was probably going to throw another scene about how he had an obligation to help her since it was all his fault. That was mostly true, but he wasn’t ready to accept such huge responsibilities nonetheless. He had projects, and ambitions. But he felt so sorry for her that he couldn’t just turn down her invitation. He would have endured any scene and then he would have said goodbye to her forever.

When she offered him one last chance to accept his responsibilities and he turned her down once again, as he headed to the door to leave that apartment forever he suddenly found himself back inside the room he had just left. He remained petrified when he saw his own body in front of him, and almost lost his senses when he realized that he was now in Emily’s body.

<<I gave you one last chance but you threw it away. You are irredeemable. Well, now you can’t just walk away from your responsibilities anymore. You are stuck with the results of your actions. Don’t worry though, I will not leave you alone in this predicament, even though I’d really like to do so just to teach you a lesson. No, I’m going help you during the pregnancy until the baby is born, and I will set a good example for you on how to be proper father. After that I will consider swapping us back. Nonetheless you are now the pregnant woman, and you will have to carry that weight. This is what you get for being an asshole!>>

Andrew wanted to cry and scream of rage and frustration, but he soon realized that she was right. He had no idea of how she did that, but she had now total control of the situation, while he was screwed for good.

The first few days were a living hell for him. He had to get used to his new body and to learn everything he needed in order to pretend to be Emily and live her life. But as weeks went by he realized that learning to put on makeup, wearing a bra and getting used to pee sitting were the least of his problems. After a while the headaches started, as well as the nausea. His breasts became swollen and started to hurt, as did his legs and feet. Soon his days became a constant going back and forth from the bathroom to either pee or throw up. He felt like dying and was painfully aware that the worst was yet to come.

Now we find him almost 8 months into the pregnancy. Despite how much time has passed he still is not comfortable with his inflated belly. It has become difficult for him to move and his back hurts constantly. The only thing that helps him carrying on is Emily’s support, who turned out to be a very considerate boyfriend. He knows she’s only doing that for the baby, but her affection gives him some relief from his misery.

There’s also something else actually, even though he would never be willing to admit that to himself. Maybe it is just the hormones playing tricks on him and altering his mood and feelings, but as he got further and further into the pregnancy, when he saw the blurry image of the baby on the ultrasound monitor, when he felt that little thing move inside of his belly for the first time, when he realized how incredible it was to feel a life develop inside of him, he surprised himself thinking that it was the most amazing thing he could ever experience. The idea of going through the labor scares him, but it also fills him with anticipation.

He feels the baby kick. He gently places his hand on his swollen belly and caresses it, as he once again ponders his predicament. Will Emily actually swap them back as soon as the baby is born? But most importantly, will he be willing to give up the prospect of becoming the mother of that little creature? The more time he spends as Emily the more he becomes uncertain about the future.

There is still time before that though. Now all he cares about is for the baby to be safe and healthy. Decision time will soon come, but for now all he wants to do is to indulge some more in the amazing feeling of having a life grow inside of him. Judy may have got her revenge on him, but she is definitely missing the most amazing experience there is.