I ran into Jonathan’s room as soon as he left for his road trip. There it was, the safe! I approached the safe with caution so that I don’t move anything else in his room. I started to turn the dial: 23-11-49… Click! The safe’s lock unlatched and its door popped open a little. I knew it! Of course that wasn’t any random number on that sticky note! They were the numbers for the safe!
As I walked into my apartments I stumbled upon my beautiful girlfriend, wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. She had this look of lust and passion on her face. I dropped my suitcase on the floor and aproached her slowly. I embraced my sexy little girfriend and kissed her on the lips. I love her and I don’t care what other people says.
“Will you stop staring at my ass and help me look?” said Brandon with mild annoyance as he glanced over his shoulder at his friend Rick.
You may or may not believe this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t believe me. I was linebacker last season. I laid out huge hits on everyone I was feared by all. I had more women than a brothel and that’s a fair statement. But then it all changed.
You see, I was a pivotal player for my team. I hate to sound arrogant but they couldn’t win without me. Of course, as I previously stated, I was a pretty big hit for the opposite sex. So… I did upset a few women.
Little did I know that an opposition team wanted me out. Permanently. They approached a group of girls I’d upset and revealed their plan. The girls loved it and were more than happy to play their role.
I was kidnapped. I was transformed into a girl. I was devastated. I valued my masculinity profusely and I had no idea how to live as a woman. I didn’t want to do make up, have uncomfortable shoes on my feet, wear a skirt or have long hair. I was a man.
I had to stay with the girls I’d upset. They were helpful. I knew that I wouldn’t be a man again so it was best to just try and adjust. They taught me plenty about womanhood even though I learnt somewhat reluctantly. Overtime, they convinced me to join the cheerleaders. I still wanted to be involved in the team so I guess cheerleader was as close as I was going to get now.
I was kind of beginning to enjoy the company of the girls. They were really quite friendly. I was loving cheerleading. It was great to be involved with the team and in many aspects it was better than playing. I never ever woke up extremely sore the next morning. The routines were so fun and it was so exciting watching the game with the other girls. I felt comfortable in the make up I had to wear for my routines.
I now accept being female. I don’t mind it. I have some great friends. I’m in the cheer squad. Wearing skirts is awesome. Having a flat crotch is super awesome particular when it’s so sexy and comfortable. I love cheerleading and doing all those high kicks in my short skirt and feeling those male eyes burn into my feminine skin. I don’t miss being a man. Not at all.
Dave hesitated with his thumb poised on the remote’s button. The same remote his room mate had used to turn Dave into a sexy woman all those months ago. One push and he’d be a man again. No more carrying these enormous tits around. These spectacular sensitive sexy tits. No more wearing slutty women’s clothes. Comfortable, gorgeous, sexy women’s clothes. No more being a walking spectacle whenever he went out. Just a perverted fantasy to every man that saw him. Men who fell all over themselves opening doors, carrying bags and buying drinks. No more spreading his legs for men and their disgusting cocks. Big, hard, tasty cocks and the multiple orgasms they brought. Carefully, Dave removed her thumb from the button and returned the remote where she had found it. Straightening, she relished the feel of her silk blouse as it caressed her sensitive nipples. In anther part of the house, Dave’s room mate watched on a monitor. The hidden camera missing nothing. He had been sure Dave had finally embraced being a woman and leaving the remote where it would be found was the final test. Of course, he had removed the battery first. Just in case.
Upon leaving the building Joe immidiately begin to regret taking part of this experiment. He thought it could be interesting and fun to try out being a woman for some time but it turned out to be the exact opposite. The breasts that constantly jiggled on his chest wans’t pleasant. Not to mention the empty feeling between his legs was very disturbing. The familiar feeling of his manhood was gone and it bothered him all the way home.
“Wanna help me out with something?”, Rick said after he peeked into my room.
“It has to be there! I just need to push a little harder, go it a little deeper…”
I heard the shower turn on upstairs from the master bedroom, I leaned back against the staircase wall and sat down on the steps. I began to get lost in thought and started talking to myself…
He felt it. The last of himself slipping away. Voluntarily. Every thrust converting him into her.