Dolly’s Dresses

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I hope the girls like my dress. I can’t believe that I didn’t want to wear these a year ago. There were so many things I thought that I’d never get used to, but it all seems pretty normal now. I can still clearly remember being a guy, but I just don’t connect with that identity anymore. I remember the first time that mommy tried to get me to wear a dress, I was so angry I almost started crying.
“I’m your son! You can’t make me wear a dress!” I screamed
That seems so silly now. I really did resist for a long time after I caught the feminine flu, almost a full six months. I wore boxers, refused makeup or to do my hair. I event tried to lower my voice even though it sounded ridiculous. Now that I’ve met more women in my positions I’ve learned that for most of us the breaking point came when the first boy started to pay them some attention. However, boys being boys most people gave into their female identities within a month of their physical transformation.
I was determined though. Boys would talk to me, place their hands on my knee and I slapped them. This didn’t happen to often though, I hardly went out and when I did my clothes were so baggy that my gender was hard to determine. It was a serious case of denial, I was becoming more and more attracted to boys but I could not stand the thought of giving in that way, so cliché.
“Oh Randy! Of course I’ll be a girl for you!” –gross-
No, for me it was something different.
I was with my mom and little sister at the mall. My mother was determined to get a nice Christmas card.
“I just want to show off my two gorgeous daughters and show everyone that we don’t need no man!” she laughed, we’d caught my father in an affair six months ago and had hardly seen him since.
Because my mother was so determined she had managed to get me into a dress with minimal makeup. I could not stop blushing or swearing under my breath. The very worst part was that I did look pretty good. I walked over to the raised platform where women try on dresses and observed myself in the mirrors. There was no man there, only infinite women staring back at me. I moved my lips and she moved her lips, I moved the edge of my dress and the infinite shes did the same. That was the first time that I had really looked at myself for any extended period. I was shorter than I used to be, I slipped out of my high heels and stood no taller than 5’ 3”. I stood maybe 5 inches from the mirror, observing every change in my face, my newly plump lips (with light red lipstick), my eyelashes (with light mascara), my soften jawline that lead down to my cleavage, my cleavage. It was at that moment, lost in a trance that one of the women in the store stepped next to the platform.
“You really should buy that dress, it looks really pretty on you” Read more

How I changed

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My friend Tom tricked me into putting a necklace on. He said it was a gift for his sister, and he just wanted to see how it looks. “But I am a guy” I said. “I know, I just want to see how it looks” he insisted. “Fine” I said and put it on. “Ok, you’ve seen it, now I am taking it off” I said, “You will do no such thing. Leave it on” he said. I really wanted to take it off, but somehow I couldn’t. Read more

Stuck as Melissa (part 7, interactive)

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The next morning when I arrived at the office to start my new life in a 19 year old secretary’s body, I found that I had been transferred. Well, technically promoted. I was now Jake Salvo’s personal assistant. Read more

Magische Kriminalität

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“Kann ich meine Hände jetzt wieder runternehmen” sagte Niels in der neuen Mädchenstimme die er seit 20 Minuten hatte. “Wir sind wirklich Männer, die eine aus dieser Mädchengang hat uns verwandelt!”
“Klar Blondie, habt ihr Drogen genommen? Ich kenne das Millieu hier und ihr lasst euch immer neue Ausreden einfallen, um keine Strafe abzubekommen. Jetzt her mit deinem Ausweis!” sagte der genervte Polizist.
“Den hab ich ja eben versucht zu suchen als ihr dachtet ich hol n Messer oder so raus. Ich hab keine Ahnung wo ich hier meinen Ausweis haben könnte.” Nach ein wenig suchen beachtete Niels die Handtasche die zwischen seinen Beinen stand, direkt neben den pinken Converse Schuhen. “Ah hier .. ey, ich hab echt keine Ahnung was hier abgeht. Hier scheint wohl mein Portmonee zu sein, aber nochmal, ich und Dominik hier haben die alte Dame da nicht ausgeraubt. Das war so eine Mädchengang und wir wollten helfen. Plötzlich holt die eine so einen alten Stock aus ihrer Tasche zeigt auf uns … ich wurde von irgendwas getroffen und im nächsten Moment habe ich blonde Haare im Gesicht und pinke Fingernägel.
“Ja ja … ist klar Mädchen. Gut … ja, das ist dein Ausweis: Chantal Barinski, geboren 2001 in Berlin. Was ist mit der Nutte da neben dir, hast du auch deinen Ausweis gefunden mittlerweile oder guckst du da draußen nur Jungs hinterher” sagte der Polizist zu Dominik.
“Was heißt hier Nutte? Das was Niels sagte stimmt, ich stand da plötzlich im Park und hab sofort die Brüste gesehen in diesem mega Ausschnitt den die mir gegeben haben. In meinem Rock hier habe ich keine Taschen mehr” sagte Dominik und tastete nochmal alles hab. “Niels, vielleicht bei dir in der Handtasche?”
Nach kurzer Suche zwischen Taschentüchern, Make-Up, Tampons, Pfefferspray und nem iPhone fand Niels, jetzt Chantal, ein violettes Portmonee. Der Polizist sah sich den Ausweis an.
“Ayla Shaylin Lammers, türkische und deutsche Staatsbürgerschaft, geboren 2000 auch in Berlin. Deutscher Vater und türkische Mutter?”
Dem Polizisten schien es Spaß zu machen und er erlebte das wohl auch mehrmals am Tag. Die Hinweise der beiden zur Verwandlung überhörte er. Da die alte Dame aussagte, dass die beiden das nicht waren und wohl nur zufällig da waren wurden sie gehen lassen.
Die neue Chantal wartete schon draußen als die neue Ayla ausstieg und da wusste Niels auch warum der Bulle sie Nutte genannt hatte. Ayla war kleiner als Chantal, hatte größere Brüste, ein hautenges Oberteil, einen Minirock und braune High heels an. “Scheiße, was haben die mit uns gemacht. Du siehst echt aus wie ne 17 jährige Nutte” sagte Chantal. “Ach ja? Du hast die Kondome in deiner Handtasche wohl umsonst” sagte Ayla genervt. Read more

It’s not fair

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My friend Alan and I were just friends going for a swim in the hotel pool. If you are a guy jumping into the pool in your swim trunks that is what you should be when you swim to the other end. Read more

Need to Get Dressed

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Sure Ned was shocked when he woke up at the lab in Rebecca’s busty body. He stared in the mirror, reached below to find his new equipment, then zipped up his tight black pants, and touched a feel of his new ample breasts. She had often said women didn’t move up well at the Research Royal Company, so perhaps she had used their experimental body swap machine to switch their bodies? That had to be it, but now in Rebecca’s body, he had no clearance to get even close to it, let along find Rebecca in his body, and then swap back. Perhaps he should have protected the machine better, but had fallen asleep in the lab with the door open. Read more

Shower of 6

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I can’t believe I was against it. I was taking a shower, when five women broke into my hotel room, and joined me in the shower. “I am a married man” I told them. But they were already naked,they started massaging my body. “Please… stop” I said, but it just felt so good. I felt so turned on, but somehow I didn’t feel a hard on. I tried to make sense of it all, but I felt very sensitive when one of them touched my chest. Read more

Strange mother

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The strangest thing happened to my girlfriend and I. We were peacefully watching TV when her mother came into the room, pointing some sort of remote control at us. She laughed and hit the main button. A flash of light hit us, and when we came back to ourselves we weren’t in our bodies any longer.
I was in my girlfriend’s body, my girlfriend became her mom, and she became me. Read more

A lucky break

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I had just gotten laid off and needed some quick cash, and X-Change Corp was offering some fantastic money to try their new gender-swapping pill. I thought what the hell, be a girl for a day, enjoy myself a little, get back to hunting for a job when rent isn’t looming over my head. Read more

Another’s Skin

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The second I laid eyes on Kayla I knew I wanted her. Not only in the traditional way a man wants a woman, for I longed for more than to lay with her, I wanted to be her. She always dressed feminine, accentuating her petite body with tight skirts, dresses, and all manner of revealing garments. On our first day of classes together I took a shining to her, and she too seemed to like me. I think she enjoyed that I didn’t hit on her like every other guy, we just talked about whatever was on our minds, distracting ourselves from this trivial class we shared.
One day we were having a conversation about former lovers when she asked me “James, why is it you’ve never made a pass at me? Not in a narcissistic way, but I mean, you aren’t gay, so what gives? I’ve seen you eyeing me, and other girls, but you never, you know, make a move.”
Her directness threw me for a moment. “It’s complicated…. When I look at you, it isn’t lust exactly… it’s more… envy I suppose.” This shocked her for a half-beat, before that cute smile returned to her face.
“Envy? For real? Like, in what way?” Her devilish grin revealed her, she was flattered.
“Well, you’re very feminine, and you aren’t shy about how sexy you are. I’ve just always been curious about being the fairer sex.” I responded blushing slightly at my admission.
“Hmmmm,” she sang lightly. “I can understand that, the grass is greener and all that.”
For the rest of class that day, Kayla hardly spoke, but rather stared blankly at the front of the room, lost in thought I suppose. Read more

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