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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.>>

A much better emplyee

Daniel never was the best worker an employer could wish for. Mostly he lacked the right motivation, but then again he never exactly dreamed of becoming a bartender, especially in a dingy bar like that. But you gotta pay your bills, so he really had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry on.

However being so unmotivated meant that his boss was not happy with him, especially with how lax he was with tabs. He considered the possibility of firing him, but he would have most likely ended up trading one sluggard bartender for another. Nobody wanted to work in his place, and the only type of customers it could draw in were drunkards and other shady characters. He needed to make a qualitative leap and try to draw in more customers, and maybe Daniel would have come in handy for that after all.

One fatal night he confronted him about the quite significant amount of money he had ended up owing him, and told him that he would have paid his debt by working in a new role. Daniel didn’t quite understood what he meant, since there really was nothing else to do in that place beside serving beers to the occasional boozer that would step in there, but as soon as he took a couple of sips of the beer that the boss offered him to ease him into the conversation, he had the upsetting answer. He almost immediately started to ventilate, and felt his limbs go numb, and he started to shake uncontrollably. He had to hold on to the table in order to not fall off the chair. As his belly and chest went up and down with every labored breath, one slowly started to become flat and toned, while the other started to swell as two round breasts developed. He saw the body hair on his arms slowly fall, as his skin became bright and soft, while his whole figure became slender and dainty, except for his hips and ass that inflated into voluptuous and breathtaking curves. He was in pain as his bones started to crack and his facial features reshaped into a womanly visage complete with luscious full lips, and he could barely notice his hair elongate and starting to brush against his shoulders. Finally he brought his new delicate hands to his crotch, where his dick painfully inverted forming a pussy, while his balls disappeared inside of him.

The boss looked pleased at the results of the potion he poured into Daniel’s beer. Now in front of him was sitting a gorgeous sexy woman with amazing tits and perfect ass, just the ideal woman to attract new customers in his bar. Unfortunately for Daniel he had no intention to simply make him the new sexy bartender. He was actually planning to completely renovate the place, turning it into a location that would have drawn in countless more clients than any bar could. With a small investment, the bar soon turned into a night club, and Daniel, now Wendy, was the main attraction of the place. Dozens of patrons would come in every night to see her dance and shake her sexy body, and many were more than willing to pay the price for one of her… private shows in the VIP room, where the stunning dancer would show much more than her dancing skills to the lucky men.

Even though her debt had long been repaid, the boss never planned to change her back into her male self. Not only he now had more clients than he could have ever wished for, but he also had a motivated employee that did her work with efficiency and most importantly with enthusiasm. The new uncontrollable sex drive the potion gave to Wendy gave her the right kind of motivation she was lacking as a bartender, and now she was more than happy to do her job. What more can you ask to an employee?

The TG Alphabet

It's my 100th caption posted on this blog!

To celebrate I prepared something special, inspired by Edward Gorey's "The Gashlycrum Tinies", but with a TG spin on it!

I hope you'll like it :)

Alright girls! Everybody sit down, quiet down, listen up!

Today we will learn the alphabet!

We'll start with A and end with Z.

Alright, are you ready girls?

Let’s start!

Cheers everybody, and thank you for the support!

💋💋💋💋

Diary of a cursed guy - Day 15

Something wrong. Can’t move my legs. Can’t stand up. Skin feels like plastic. It’s hard to think. Can barely write now. I don’t feel my arm. I don’t feel anything. Somebody help!

These are the last words written in this diary I can actually interpret. The rest of the page is just incomprehensible squiggly lines. Poor guy. He must have spent his last hours in complete terror. It must have been hell for him to not only lose his male mind and body, but to also see himself slowly but relentlessly turning into an object. It’s almost like I can still see the fear he must have felt in his last conscious moments before turning into this sex doll. Hell, as uncanny as they are I’d swear those pearly glassy eyes almost look kind of alive.

Who knows, maybe there is still some of his soul left in there, forever trapped in the inanimate prison that his body has become. What a dreadful fate. Turned into nothing more than a sex doll. But that’s what you get for enraging a witch. The asshole didn’t even realize that I have cursed him. Well, I hope he can see me now, and that he is realizing what he has brought on himself. And I also hope that somehow his plastic new body can still feel something, because now I’m going to look for a new owner for this doll, which means that he is going to spend the rest of his days being fucked and used however his new owner will want. Maybe if he can somehow still feel pleasure he will grow to love his new life, if we can even call it life.

I hope you liked this series :)

Diary of a cursed guy - Day 10

I know that like I should write of my progresses more often, but stuff like writing and all that junk just is so hard now, and like totally boring. If I like strain myself super hard I can maybe write some stuff, but I’d much rather focus on thingies that I totally love to do, like shopping! I like bought a totally gorgeous leopard dress today that looks so good on me, and like some beautiful heels to match it that make me look amazing!

Anyway, my body changed again and now it’s like even hotter than before. I have like a totally tiny waist and awesome legs that are so long and with like so much tight meat on them. My hips are like super-duper sexy, and people totally stop and stare at my bootylicious ass as I wiggle by, and my tits are so big and sexy. I love them! I hope they keep growing! I want to be even more sexy, and let everyone know what a sexpot I am. Also my hair have turned blonde which is like totally the best.

The strangest thing is that now it is like super easy for me to get all hot and bothered and stuff. Whenever I’m not like, thinking or doing other things, my head like totally start thinking ‘bout like rubbing my tits, sucking cocks, making out with hot studs and lots of other fun and sexy junk. I can control it an itty bit, but it’s like really hard and junk, but why do I have to control it? Being a slut is like super fun, and thinking ‘bout dicks all day is so nice and warm! And sex is soooo good! I don’t know why I waited so long to like hook with some hunk and like totally have him fuck my brain out!

I can’t wait to get to the club in my new outfit, and like dance, and wiggle my curves, and find a guy to fuck me for the night! This is the happiest I have ever been! I wonder what’s this feeling that I like should totally not act like this. Whatev’, I don’t care! This is just too much fun to stop!

Diary of a cursed guy - Day 7

They’ve grown again. They have started to become even kinda heavy by now. Ever since the first day I completely transformed into a woman, they have been the part of my body that have kept changing the most, growing further and further with every day. If for the first few days I was able to hide them under oversized clothes, or to flatten them with some bandages, now it is absolutely impossible to keep my new curves concealed. I must admit that even though they have been so far one of the most painful reminder of my new condition, they have also been the new asset of mine I had the most fun with. They feel so alien, and yet it is so pleasurable to massage them. I could spend hours just touching them and teasing my new sensitive nipples. By now I have even grown past the unease I felt at first when I would start to become aroused after some time spent fondling them.

In fact I have become much more used to my… new parts. If at first I wasn’t even willing to just go near them with my hands, not even under the shower, now I can’t even go a couple of hours without starting to feel the impulse to masturbate one more time. I have grown quite accustomed to the way my new body reacts to the way I stimulate my pussy, and by now I have become quite good at reaching climax with my skillful dainty fingers. This has actually been the most welcomed perk of my new body. I have learned that the male orgasm can’t compare to the intensity of the bliss I can achieve now.

But beside that, it has been very hard to deal with all the changes my transformation has brought into my life, especially considering how I tried as much as possible to avoid confronting my condition. Now I have almost completely given up, and stopped trying to fight my transformation. I have stopped cutting my hair, since they would grow overnight to their original length anyway, and no longer I try to walk in such a way that my new large hips do not sway voluptuously left and right with every step I take. My mannerism have changed drastically, as I have discovered to my dismay that it now feels much more natural to act feminine, and my preferences in clothing have completely shifted from my old clothes to the dresses and skirts I have felt compelled to buy in these last few days. Even my sexual desires seem to be changing, as I’m finding it harder and harder to think about girls while I masturbate and I have started to be bugged with an unsettling desire to be filled. It’s disturbing to admit, but I’m afraid I’m starting to feel the need to find a man to have sex with!

It’s almost like my mind is changing as well, as I find it harder and harder to think of myself as a guy and I have even started to struggle to recall my previous life as one. It almost feels like a long time ago, or even like a dream. I’m starting to fear that the next time I’ll go to sleep I will end up waking up without any memory left of ever having been my male self. Whatever has happened to me may lead to the complete erasure of the man I used to be. I’m scared.

Diary of a cursed guy - Day 3

I’m starting to write this diary in the hope I will be able to rationalize what is happening to me, but I’m finding it hard to even write. I can’t stay calm! I don’t know what’s happening to me!

It all started three days ago, but really I didn’t start to get actually scared until yesterday. When I woke up the first morning I really didn’t notice anything that weird at first. I was just a bit surprised to not have my usual morning wood, and I felt strangely weak, and as incredible as it was I could have sworn that the kitchen counter was taller. I simply shrugged it off at first and went about my usual day, but when I got home in the evening I realized that something was definitely off. I did not have my five o’clock shadow, and my skin looked bright and soft, and I definitely had much less body hair than in the morning. I noticed that all my clothes were baggier and slightly oversized, even though they had always fit me perfectly, and this time there was no doubt that I had somehow become shorter. My hair looked longer, and my facial features seemed more delicate, while my legs, arms, and hands looked more slender and daintier. I was so confused and felt so weird, so I just decided to go to bed and hope that in the morning whatever was happening to me would have gone away.

Unfortunately when I woke up the next morning it had got even worse. I realized that I was not just weaker, but I was now frailer and more petite, and my whole figure looked drastically different. My hips were larger, my legs longer, and my belly flat, and I could swear that my chest had got softer. I had almost no body hair at all, and my skin was so soft and sensitive, while my hair had grown even longer. And not only was I missing my morning wood, but I noticed that my dick had got smaller. I looked unsettlingly androgynous, if not downright feminine. I started to feel really scared, so much so that I didn’t want to get out of my house that day, but I had important stuff to deal with, so I had no choice. That night I went to bed fearing what further changes I would have found when I would have woken up the next morning.

I could barely sleep for how scared and tense I was, and when I woke up all I could do was scream in my new high-pitched voice as I looked down at my now flat crotch and saw what was now between my legs. I had a pussy! I was a girl! And those hanging from my chest, although very small, were definitely breasts. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror I was speechless. My heart sunk when I saw that petite cutie staring back at me, with her long hair, modest tits, and slender figure. I was shaking and I would have shrieked again if I wasn’t still unsettled by my new voice. For the whole day I tried to figure out what the hell had happened to me, looking online if someone had ever gone through the same thing, but I could not find anything. The best solution I have come up for the moment in order to not have to face the world as a girl was to cut my hair the best I could and cover my new slender figure with baggy clothes, hiding my new delicate facial features under some shades, but it’s of no real use. This can’t be ignored anymore like I’ve done so far, but I have no idea of what to do in order to turn back into a guy. Hell, I don’t even know why I transformed! I have no idea what is going to be of me, and I’m afraid of going to sleep knowing that I may wake up changed even further.