They made the right decision. I mean, look at them now. I can’t believe I chose against joining them.
Look at them. Their stunning breasts, gorgeous faces and gold bikinis. Meanwhile I spectate with a bulge emerging from my pants. I wish I didn’t have that bulge. I wish I had have done what they did, trade the bulge for a flat crotch and a pussy. What a mistake. Look at them.
“You can’t call us bitches anymore you sexist whore” abused one of the girls.
“Where’s your dick?” Teased another.
They’re breasts. I have breasts. They weren’t there before. What’s on my shoulder? I put my hand to my shoulder to examine the scene. It was hair. That’s strange because I have short hair. I sit on a seat in the pool and cross my legs as I think. I’d never found crossing my legs so comfortable. Something’s not right. I put my hand down to investigate. I’m so comfortable because I have a pussy my dick is gone. I am a woman. Something’s in the pool. Someone has contaminated the pool. This isn’t good. I don’t want to be a woman I’m a man. This isn’t good.
For Jack being a woman was a secret fantasy. Forever he would imagine what it must be like on the other side of the fence, but then a body modification studio offered him an opportunity to jump the fence.
He was able to have preferences. The director of the studio explained to Jack that he could have one feature that could be outstanding. Jack gave it a long hard think. He eventually settled with having an outstanding ass. He stepped into a chamber and chemicals washed over him. He felt as though he was drowning. It seemed to go on forever. But then it ceased and he, now a she, stepped out. And she did have a great ass. One of the first things Jack did as a woman was rush to the female bathroom to take a picture of his, her, new pride and joy. It was the best ass Jack had ever seen and it was on Jack’s body.
Jack didn’t know what name he would go by now but he knew it was going to be a sexy one.
The three men were hopeless. No one would give them a job. They weren’t dumb or incapable but no one wanted them. Then an employment agency came up with a radical new approach. Sexy women in short skirts and heels are bound to please a male employer. So the three men became three women.
Marcus became Mary (Left).
Gus became Gloria (middle).
Damien became Dawson (right).
The three women soon found jobs as personal assistants in one of the world’s largest banks. The best thing was that the three girls got to stick together. They purely wanted jobs. They believed that becoming women would be a large sacrifice but now their views have changed. They all love being female. Even their sexuality has been altered to suit their new forms. Gloria has already lost her virginity and is renowned for being the office slut. She is rumoured to have fucked at least a dozen men this month. Mary on the other hand is more reserved and due to her new female urges is slowly introducing herself to the dating scene. Dawson on the other hand, as you can see from the ring on her finger, is engaged. Dawson loves her fiancé and will marry him within the next 6 months. Dawson looks forward to a long loving marriage with maybe even children along the way.
The three of them certainly gained more than jobs due to their changes.
Andy couldn’t believe it. He had become Andrea due to a foolish dare. He never anticipated he, she, would be be squatting on the side of the road desperately urinating. Andrea was unsure of what to do. It wasn’t something Andy had experience in. She slipped her jeans down and gently squatted. Then the oozing warm liquid fired out her pussy like a cannon. She was intrigued by this flow and never had urine been so interesting. Wow, being a girl is definitely different thought Andrea.
Why me? Why would I be one of the unfortunate ones that contracted the Femvirus? I was happy as a man. Very happy. I don’t want to be a girl. I don’t want to wear skirts or dresses. I don’t want to wear make up or do my hair. I don’t want to shave my legs or sit to pee. It’s just not me.
When Joe was transformed into a woman he thought it’s the end of his life. He hated his breasts and long hair. He hated that his body is small and feminine and mostly he hated the fact that he had to sit down to pee. Joe was searching for a way to get his male body back without any results. The thoughts of being a woman for the rest of his life scared him and no matter what he didn’t want to accept it. The day when his first period came was the worst. Not only he had to use a pad but he was freaking bleeding from down there, not to mention the cramps. It was better to stay away from him at this time.
Welcome to the TG bar. What can I get for you this evening?
A boobs beer
Ass Alcohol
Womanly Wine
Mature Martini
A light-headed beer
A Non-Alcoholic Drink for those a bit younger (Teen)
The choice is yours. However, I must let you know that the drinks can cause certain transformations. But don’t worry. I had a boobs beer and look at me now. I’m beautiful and they even gave me a job. Believe me this is the best bar in town.
“How on earth will you change back?” Questioned the man standing over the young girl with a booming voice.
“Well Daddy, I’m not sure I want to be a boy again.” Stated Sam shrugging her shoulders.
“How could you not want to be a man?” Cried the father.
“Because being a girl is better, if you had the chance you would agree” argued Sam.
“I’m a man through and through and you are a man and my son” shouted the father.
“Your wrong Daddy, I’m a girl and I’m your daughter” explained Sam kindly.
“But your name is Samuel.”
“Samantha” corrected Sam, “but I still like to be called Sam”
“What could even make you want to be a woman?” Questioned the father angrily.
“I don’t have enough time to explain all the excellent reasons why I am now on the better side of the gender wall. But for starters look behind me.” Motioned Sam.
“What am I even looking at?” Quizzed the father.
“Shoes” smiled Sam.
“Shoes! Only fucking shoes have you lost your mind?”
“No Daddy I have not”
“You’re probably not even a woman anyway, how can you transform with out me knowing about it?”
“Well Daddy,” sighed Sam shrugging her shoulders once again, “I never intended to be a girl, when I went away there was a chemical spill which made me a female, that’s why I’ve been away so long. I had to learn how to live as a female and now I love it”
“You’re not my son, you’re a fucking disgrace. I am ashamed of you” growled the father.
Sam was hurt by this at first but then came up with the perfect reply, “you know what Daddy, you’re right, I’m your daughter, you’re beautiful daughter. Oh, and Daddy I was wondering about birthdays and things after all mine is coming up soon. There are these green heels I’ve been looking at on the internet and I absolutely adore them” said Sam cheekily.
With that Sam’s father walked off and she never saw him again not that Sam truly felt as though she had lost anything.