Most people don’t understand what it means to be in a gang. I don’t spend my days dealing drugs or shooting people. Mostly I make sure that the local stores don’t get robbed by the neighborhood punks and that there isn’t any violence on the streets that is not gang sanctioned. It organized, we exist within a few city blocks and everyone is answerable to someone.
Kyle was not a trusting man. Years of bad relationships had made him that way. Whenever he had a girlfriend they were either stiff in bed or at best let out exaggerated moans. None of them ever complained to him, but none of them stuck around particularly long either, leaving him perpetually wondering just how he was in the sack.
It’s 2124 and society had changed dramatically in the last hundred years, everyone now attends school until the age of 20. During the final year those who scored below a certain mark find themselves changed into the ideal partner of one of those who scored higher, the higher you score the larger your harem you could build which eventually turned into a status symbol.
When Michael sold the start up company he’d worked so hard to build for $20 million, he knew his place in life would change. His friends and neighbors would all look at hi weird and treat him differently. That was fine, he’d learn to deal with it.
The first time I stole my sister’s spellbook, it was pretty embarassing. I accidentally turned myself into a girl and for the life of me couldn’t figure out how to turn myself back. My sister was out of town that weekend, so I was trapped inside by myself. Needless to say I found a rather fun way to pass the time. I could play with my tits and pussy all day and not get bored. Still, she eventually came home and I had to admit to her who I was. She turned me back and warned me not to steal her spellbook again.
“NNngghhh… ohhh…” Chris moaned as a by now familiar pleasurable tingle swept over his chest, followed by the sensation that his shirt was tighter. “Again?” He asked and smiled.
9:45 PM Mitch: Bull shit.
Adam frowned as Peter killed him yet again. He’d been practicing clearly. A lot. Or he was cheating, but Adam couldn’t prove that and such an allegation seemed un-sportsman like.
Just cause it was illegal in the US didn’t do much to dampen the appeal of trying gender swapping. There weren’t any good studies about who was more likely to do it. Some theorized it was single people, eager to try the dating game from the other size. Others said it was couples, eager to learn more about how their partners saw the world.
Brandon was enjoying his time at the resort. It was isolated and exotic, just what he needed to get a break from the modern world. A little empty, but there were a few other people there for company. He’d been there a day and flirted with a few of the women, hoping to get to know at least one pussy and set of tits more intimately during his two week stay.