Emergency Call

No, sir, I didn’t know about the new fire department policy to cut down on calls that don’t turn out to be an emergency. I thought I smelled smoke and didn’t know what else to do.
No, sir, I didn’t know about the new fire department policy to cut down on calls that don’t turn out to be an emergency. I thought I smelled smoke and didn’t know what else to do.
It was a very strange week. I was taking my Dad is a woman’s body to the mall and many other shopping centers to buy clothes, makeup, and anything else he needed to blend into this new form he was trying to discover everything about. Dad made sure to learn how women walked, talked, and dress and much to my shock, he was good at being a woman: he gained new lady friends including Ms. Jackson next door. He needed a name for his female life so I gave him a name: Rose. Everything new he discovered about his new body, he made sure to log it down for his research however, it wasn’t always just for science.
Angie and I had been hiking buddies for years. We were just friends. Sure I appreciated that she was a nice looking woman but what kept us going after college was our love of the wilderness.
See the symbol I’m making with my hands. You’re thinking peace. I mean V. V for vagina. V for the flat crotch that signifies a female. V for the vagina that is the reason that I am currently sitting to pee and not standing. However, it wasn’t always like this.
I was a man. That’s right, a man. I had a D. D for dick. Then, it happened. My sister found an app and thought it would be fun to make me female for a little while. I was so furious but I had no choice. The app destroyed everything male about me. Clothes, possessions and of course my body. I had more make up then what I knew what to do with. She made me embrace being a chick. I had to wear female clothes, I had to have long hair, I had to have make up. It was so hard learning. However, I knew she would never change me back unless I at least tried.
It wasn’t easy. Everything was so different. I almost wasn’t sure I was still human. Despite overly frustrating sitting to urinate was strange. I really got sick of that cold toilet seat and I feared public toilets like a child fears monsters. Long hair was always in the way and men won’t stop looking at you. The thought I was one of them disgusts me.
I kept on pushing. Adjusting and adjusting and adjusting. Trying to make it normal. Trying to gain the respect essential to making me a man again. However, I began to gain interests. Interests that frightened me. The mandatory shopping trips with my sister which were initially completely and utterly despised became bearable. Very bearable in fact. I was thinking about which skirt looked best and which boots suited me. I was beginning to like shopping for women’s stuff.
My sister kept on mentioning the pros of being a woman. I was constantly reminded of the space downstairs. She obsessed with reminding me of the incredibly blissful orgasms only having a vagina can cause. Not to mention the soft sexy ass cushion only females have and the tits.
It made me think. I’d never crossed my legs as a man. Never. It was just to uncomfortable. When you’re packing all that down there it’s just not practical. Now, as a woman, I subconsciously crossed my legs. One day my sister even put stuff in my panties to simulate having male genitalia again. The stuff was probably only the third of the size of what I had before but it taught me. I hated that day. I couldn’t get comfortable. I couldn’t cross my legs or sit comfortably. I’d became used to being a woman and I’d liked it.
The app was quite advanced. One day she got rid of my feminine ass and gave me a flat masculine one much like the one I’d previously had. Everything else remained female. I hated it. I sorely missed the feeling of my ass swinging, squishing, squeezing and rolling as I walked in tight jeans. Not to mention, how uncomfortable it was to sit without the padding. She was about to take my breasts but I told her no. I couldn’t say goodbye to having tits, especially if I wasn’t getting my dick back in return.
However, I began to think I didn’t want my dick back. Having a vagina was pretty cool. Then she mentioned the lack of smooth skin. I thought about it and she was right. I loved my smooth hairless skin that encased the entirety of my sexy body.
Then the day came. My sister and I had a long discussion. We covered the pros and cons of being female. I told her after lengthy discourse that I wanted to stay a woman. She tried to ensure that I was sure sighting reasons like lack of strength and having to sit to pee but I told her no. I like those things because that’s what makes me who I am. Who I want to be.
So, I’m a woman. It’s permanently. I kept my V. V is for vagina and I have one. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I can’t thank my sister enough. I simply can’t put it into words. I feel bad for being so upset early on when really she was doing me a favour. She allowed me to be a proud member of the better sex. The sex that has vaginas. The sex that wears skirts. The sex that have long hair. The sex that have breasts. The sex that sit to pee. The sex that includes me.
So here i am a 55 year old man with grey hair. I decided to dye my hair and surprise my girlfriend being she was 20 years younger then me I wanted to look younger for her. People say it make you look 10 year younger. I go to the store and was looking for Just For Men hair dye when i came across a coupon for a new dye that women use. It was 5 dollars off, figuring it all the same stuff I found my color and bought it. I got home and mixed the stuff together and started to apply it to my hair. The smell was awesome and tingling was a little strange. I ve done this before and never felt this good. So 30 min later i started to wash it out and noticing as i was washing it out the Tingling was now going though my whole body and my hair seem real thick. After drying my hair i seen that it was now long and I seem to have boobs. Looking in the mirror I was shocked that I was now a Girl. I had to get back to the store so i went into my girlfriends draw and for some reason I actually put on one of her bikinis. Playing with my hair and posing i just could not help myself and started taking selfies. I looked really awesome and felt so young.
I hope my girlfriend doesn’t get pis at me, not just because i fill out this bikini better then she did, but i think im going to like this. Seem like my mind has changed as well. Maybe a trip to the Mall and some shopping we can hit a club tonight. that should work…..
(A small caption in return for @justafetish who made an amazing caption for me)
The patrol car came to a halt right outside a large house in the more fashionable area in town.
“I guess it´s here”, Malcolm said with a slightly jaded tone in his voice.
“Guess it is”, Sam agreed.
This is the first time I’ve considered. In the slightest. I’ve never looked back since the great shift. Never. Being a woman has been my new identity and the way I want to live. However, this is tough. Stuck where there’s no bathroom and desperate to pee. Like I’ve been ok with urinating when there’s an actual bathroom with sitting down and all but this is a completely different cattle of fish. Having to pop a squat isn’t ideal. I almost wish my dick was back. I could just stand flop it out and go but hey. I’ve loved every other part of womanhood. Plus, I feel kind of sexy squatting behind a tree like this.
In the Underground Ring, everything was allowed. Gouging eyeballs. Kicking groins. Stomping heads. Quite a bunch of my opponents became disabled, but they knew what they were getting into. It’s the first thing you’re told–everything was allowed except carrying weapons. I’ve made quite a fortune off crushing my opponents in the Underground Ring, being the undefeated champion and all. I knew my day would come… but not like this. Never have I imagined my eventual defeat would be like this.
It had been just an idle wish.
He just wanted to know how Olivia felt right now.
The next second his wish was answered and he was suddenly in her room.
In her body.
Truth to be told he did feel something.
Horniness.
It affected his whole being.
He touched himself in all kind of ways.
Dancing out from her clothes.
Feeling the curves of her body.