Oh My! That's a Big Number!

So it happened, I reached 100.000 views on this blog! That's quite crazy to think about with what little I do around here. So hopefully you enjoy what's here and what's to come as I plan to do more stuff, even if it takes me a bit to get to do so! First a few words and if you don't care just scroll for the cap!


Kinks are a funny thing, you believe you are the odd one out, the only one with such an interest on a subject frowned upon by the rest which drives you to hide it, not tell a soul, including those that feed that interest online. I would know having spent over a decade like that, one more lurker hiding as they consumed what they could find and feed that craving…

I loved those stories, inserting myself into them and imagining the changes, but as I spent more time online I started to look for images that I felt would make those stories better, or at least more suited to me as not all the great stories and caps had the kind of body I was looking for.

As my collection of images grew, so did the ideas, no longer just using what other people wrote but what I imagined for myself, adding it to those images I had picked and wished could be me. Each time adding something more to my imagination and the fantasy that built in my mind.

Before I knew it I had stories, settings and themes involving TG which took ahold of my time to the point I decided to try my hand at making them. My first attempts were so crude and messy, being completely unable to translate the images and sensations that I thought about into words that conveyed these things to people, making me ditch draft after draft, until I finally settled on a short one. It wasn’t my most polished, well written or the best made, but it was the first to compel me to share it with someone.

Of course, being a lurker I didn’t have anyone to show it to and posting it was such an intimidating thing… making me go in circles as I wondered what to do with what I had made. Spending days considering just getting rid of it once and for all until I finally decided to just post it for all to see…

The rush I felt as I saw something with my name online that anyone could read and give their opinion on was such I was restless for a couple days, and even though it barely got any feedback I remember how much it meant to me that people were checking it out and even enjoying it though those being few.

It took me three days before I posted another story, still feeling the rush of it all as the new one was longer and more descriptive, a new attempt at writing which made me think about how to improve with every chance.

I kept writing and posting, trying things or just doing whatever silly thing came to mind at the time, and after so much, looking back and seeing how much I have written, yet it feels like barely anything and now that I look at the numbers I see something I never thought was possible, to reach 100.000 views on this blog where I write whatever is just beyond what I expected to reach since I started writing. So with that, thanks to all of you who enjoy my poor writing and hopefully I will improve to a point where you can really enjoy these attempts of mine.
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Getting up from bed for another day, feeling my throbbing head as I woke up from my drunken and deep sleep. Looking around and noticing things weren’t as I quite remembered them, though the headache might have to do with that. But even then, the room looked so feminine, with pink walls a fluffy and soft bed and a wall mirror that covered the wardrobe and reflected the entire room, making me look out of place.

If for no other reason than looking for anything that might tell me where I was I approached the wardrobe, sliding the door open to the side. The moment I looked inside a loud bang was heard and a bunch of balloons erupted from inside together with some sticky thing which covered my face.

It felt so cold all over my face, slowly covering it and expanding over my head and down my neck. The cold ooze just expanded while blocking my breathing, forcing me to the ground. In moments I felt my entire body engulfed by it and the cold sensation all over my body, my mind slipping away slowly with the heat… when suddenly it started to get warmer and warmer… as if my body was being heated from the inside out, my skin molded by the ooze…

As my temperature escalated the ooze began to apply pressure all over my body, compressing me and shifting my insides from what I could tell until a gap opened on my face and I was able to breathe, gasping for air as the remains of the ooze joined together at my feet and body.

As I was able to see again I stared at the mirror which reflected a very attractive blonde woman, wearing a pair of high heels and a latex leotard. Then looking inside the wardrobe, a sign reading “Congrats! Hope you enjoy your gift!” and truth be told… I loved the way I now looked. So I closed the wardrobe and turned around, ready to enjoy my new self...

A Bad Writer

Now this is just the name of this story that is a request for Mapron about a tg caption writer being lazy and rude to fans... is it directed at me? Perhaps, but this is what I came up with and hope it changes your mind, or at least you enjoy my bad writing. There is a caption version on my deviantart in case you prefer that format. https://www.deviantart.com/tgjess
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Being a TG writer isn’t that hard, you write something saying how a man turns into a woman, slap some other keyword to it that depicts another fetish like latex, bimbo, hypnosis, maid, forced and a tagline that says “you wish you were her” and people will love it, rinse and repeat and you have a page going.

James really thought this when he started writing some TG caps and stories (if his copy pasting of lines he used to make them longer could be called that), garnering followers and fans despite doing little work from the start, and the more he wrote the lazier he would get, at times straight out using the same text but on top of a different image and trying to make it seem as if he had worked on a new story.

He did this for awhile until he got a message from someone called ‘XXXRealitychanger69XXX’ who claimed to be a fan of his but he felt his newer content was quite low effort and they knew James could do much better and he was more than willing to provide him with ideas and images for new content if he was willing to write with him. Of course James felt like he was being accused of being a lazy bastard (which he was) and instead replied to the person that he knew what he was doing and needed no help from a creep who thought was more capable than him to come up with content for his site.

He was quite happy with his choice of words really putting that guy in his place. How dare he suggest he knew better than James? The self proclaimed TG master writer. So with that he went back to writing more content, which was just reposting his old works with new images and sometimes adding some changes here and there. But as he was writing something odd happened, his fingers felt thinner and smaller, making typing harder than before.

Then his eyes started to itch as his hair covered his face, despite getting a haircut recently, forcing him to get it out of his way and fix it behind his back, feeling it reaching past his shoulders… at this point he could tell something was up, considering both his back and front felt weird… looking down to be met by a pair of sizeable breasts on his chest, blocking his view of everything under them.

Getting up from his seat he had trouble standing straight as there was this thin and hard pressure on the back of his feet, forcing him to lean on his desk to be able to look to turn around without falling over. But what he saw wasn’t what he was expecting, instead of his sweatpants, flip flops and t-shirt he was wearing a black bra to hold his breasts, a really short and tight black skirt, black fishnet stockings and a pair black high heels. Adding the feel of a thin piece of cloth lodged between his asscheeks which he could tell was covering the place where his dick used to be.

At this a message sound was heard from the computer and as he opened it he saw it was from the same person ‘XXXRealitychanger69XXX’ again. This time he was much less polite and kind, saying he had been hurt by both his words and attitude so he decided to aid him in a way he couldn’t reject, while teaching him a lesson about being nicer to people, adding that he should get used to the heels cause he would be walking in them for a bit and that shortly he would be around to help him with experience for his descriptions of sexual encounters a man turned into a woman would have, with how it felt and how enjoyable it would be to be fucked by a big man while being a new woman...

Two Caps and a Gif Thing

So... my attempts to make a caption using a gif haven't really worked out so far... but as I wrote this I might as well post it so here it goes...


                                             Can't Stop Dancing (TG, Mind Changes, MTF, Magic)

It was such an odd thing… something I couldn’t quite explain… being invited to my coworker’s place for the first time, getting a tour of the place before stopping at the door of one room. I wasn’t sure why but something felt strange about it, and from the look on his face it was just what he had expected, so when I asked him what was behind the door, his eyes gleamed and a smile took place on his face as he opened it and gestured for me to enter.

It was a small room, with multiple doors, a mirror on a wall and in the middle of it a vertical pole going from the floor to the ceiling, the kind that you would expect to find in strip clubs or some gyms that taught those dances. The moment my eyes looked at it I was entranced, walking closer until I could stretch my hand and touch it, feeling the cold and hard metal on my palm.

I started to rub my hand on it, sliding it up and down before reaching with my other hand and doing the same. I couldn’t stop doing it, rather wanting to do more with it and getting my body all around it. Imitating what I had seen women do before in shows and tv. I moved my arms upwards and grabbed tightly to the pole, then jumping towards it with my knees forward while hanging onto it with my hands.The moment my feet left the ground I felt my clothes melting as my body did, discarding what wasn’t needed and by the time my stomach felt the pole and my crotch came into contact with it, I could tell I was much lighter, agile and sexier. Looking down at my body which was now small and soft, feminine wearing a white bodysuit and knee high socks.

I could feel my long hair, my soft breasts, my ample butt being hugged by the clothing, and yet all I did was dance on the pole, doing more acrobatics and making my moves more erotic with each turn and twirl until I got off to the applaud of my coworker… though to me he wasn’t that anymore… he was my master and from seeing my show I could tell he now wanted another number from me, though this one I would be on my knees and later on my back… ______________________________________________________________________


                                       Selfies Are Dumb (TG,MTF, Magic, Mind Change, Bimbo)

Oh my god! I just can’t stand girls going on and on about social media. How they just need to take pictures of themselves from every angle, usually above showing their breasts so guys comment on them, and then they complain about the creeps! Like, what did you expect would happen if all you post are cleavage, ass and almost nude shots all the time?

Always asking stuff like “Do I look good?” or saying “I look terrible today!” when they spent hours upon hours to do their makeup, find the right angle and get their pose right… and all of it just for some male attention…

Like, I don’t know why anyone would want strangers commenting about how hard they make them feel… the obscene things they would do to them… sending them tons and tons of dick pics… I wonder why that sounds like a good idea right now…

I mean, I am wearing such a tight dress and my boobs look great in it… wait why do I have breasts? If I’m totes a guy? Silly me, I think I need a guy to remind me how good my girls look! And now let’s write “Looking for some yummy hot stuff to make my day….” can’t wait to see the hunks who reply to me…
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                                            Frat Party (TG, Forced, Mind Change)

It's just a party man! You know the schtick! Loud music, weird lights and tons of drinks! Plus you might get some action going tonight! The guys hosting it say it will be a crazy one!

Paul's friends told him these things in order to get him to attend the frat party with them. Though when they arrived, no one else seemed to be there, except for them and the rest of the unpopular guys. Suddenly the lights turned pink and they all changed in mere seconds. Turning them into women, wearing oversized male clothes. Then a bunch of naked men from the fraternity entered the room and forced them to their knees. Paul was taken from behind and fucked raw in his new pussy, making him moan like a bitch. From then on Paul, his friends and the unpopular guys joined the fraternity as the cock sluts, who were always ready to party and fuck.

Getting a Girlfriend

A request for Destin309, had some challenges to find the image and do it as I wanted but I think it came out fine. I don't own the image.
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Pete entered the living room, or the small room with a kitchen, couch ,tiny table and seats which he and his roommate called such, before dropping face first into the couch. It had been an exhausting day without a single good thing.

A giggle was heard from the hallway, he knew it was his roommate Jessica who probably was about to let him on the new funny thing she had seen and would make his mood even worse than it currently was. “Hey Pete! It’s about time you got back from your blind date… though I take it things didn’t pan out as you had hoped for right?” Jessica asked with her cheery voice.

“Not at all, it was a disaster. I arrived late, my clothes got dirty on the way there, and the girl was disappointed by my height, said I looked taller on my pictures and had she known she would have shut me down right there.” Pete said, his face still buried on the couch.

“Her loss I say, though you could use some cheering up…” Jessica said while walking towards him. “And what do you have in mind?” Pete asked without moving. “A little something I got from a thrift shop, the lady said it would improve my mood and whomever else’s I wanted, so I need you to get up and look at me.” Jessica said stopping in front of the couch.

Pete sighed and grumbled before doing as asked, raising his head and turning it to face Jessica. “Okay, what is it?” He asked. Jessica showed him what appeared to be a small locket, but it had a circle in the middle, and inside it, a spiral that kept spinning and spinning. “She told me you have to look at the center for a minute for it to work.” Jessica replied while lifting the locket so Pete would look at it. “I really think you got scammed out of whatever you paid for this thing, but sure… I’ll play along.” Pete said staring at the spiral.

The more he looked at it, the more dumber it felt. Everybody knew hypnotism was a farce that magicians made up when they couldn’t come up with any interesting trick. Now, if only he could stop looking at it perhaps his head would stop hurting… probably from getting dizzy looking at the damn thing… “So… are you feeling dizzy?” Jessica asked as she noticed Pete’s displeasure. “Yes I’m feeling dizzy and words are not coming to mind , the headache is killing me… how much longer do I have to stare at it?” Pete answered annoyed.

“Just a little more, the woman said once your head feels weird I should start saying things to you, such as long hair fits you better and red would be a lovely one to have on your pretty head.” Jessica said randomly. Pete chuckled “Sure, my hair would look wonderful if it reached all the way to my back and was crimson.” As he uttered the words, he felt a stronger pain on his head, his hair growing out and turning scarlet. Noticing this, Jessica gasped and pointed at him. “Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s working!” She screamed excitedly. “What do you mean it’s working? There’s no way this little thing could make my hair grow…” Pete replied, not taking his eyes off the spiral, even as his longer hair blocked his view making him swipe it away, though ignoring what had happened.

“Next I think you would look best without a beard, nor that awful chest hair… or any unwanted body hair for a woman!” Jessica gleefully said as Pete’s body hair feel right off, leaving his skin smooth. “Also you body should be smaller and softer, enough to make a girl want to cuddle all day.” With that said, his shoulders shrank, making his frame smaller than Jessica’s. The changes happened so quickly to Jessica’s amusement, while Pete kept ignoring them, as if nothing was happening.

“You know what could be pretty good? If you were a girl, you might just be my type.” Jessica said as the commands made her feel much too powerful, even more as Pete’s body kept changing. His waist shrunk inwards while pushing his hips and chest outwards. Then his ass and chest inflated in unison, both reaching bimbo sizes. His face became rounder and softer, eyes and nose becoming smaller and girlier, his eyebrows thin and trimmed. His lips becoming plumper and perfect for kissing. Then his neck became thinner, his adam’s apple fading as it did, leaving behind a long and lovely neck. Finally he felt his dick and balls sucked into his body, turning into a vagina instead, causing a soft moan to slip between his lips as the change occurred.

Jessica smiled at her creation. While Pete looked at the spiral, unaware of his new female self. “I think Pete doesn’t fit you anymore… I think you should be Piper from now on…” She said to Pete. “Piper sounds good, I like it. Though I still don’t get why you want me to look at this thing.” Piper said with her new feminine and sexy voice. “You know what? I would prefer you stopped thinking about the locket and just enjoyed things like a good girl.” Jessica replied.

Piper then felt her mind becoming emptier and feeling more cheery. “Like, okay Jessica! I am totes a good girl.” She said before giggling. “Well then… how about I get a spin of my new girlfriend?”” Jessica said after placing the locket on the table. Piper smiled and got her arms around Jessica, their faces coming together until their lips met, blending together in a soft and warm kiss which filled Piper’s mind and aroused so much she felt her nipples get erect and her crotch burning, craving to be touched all over by Jessica. No words were required as she felt Jessica’s hands over chest and ass, groping and fondling them, before both fell on the couch, undressing each other before continuing their makeout session. They were all over each other for hours, with Jessica’s lips having covered all of Piper’s body with kisses, before reaching her slit. Jessica’s tongue tasted her rim before slowly entering, twisting and licking her insides to Piper’s moaning, until she came, climaxing with a loud shriek. It was so intense she gasped for air, while Jessica got up smiling. “How about we move to the bedroom so I can teach you some more enjoyable positions?” She asked the dumb girl, who only nodded as she couldn’t speak with how winded she was from her first orgasm.

Jessica smiles and picked her up, showing some surprising strength, as she princess carried Piper to the bedroom while making out. There placing her on the bed, getting on top of he and pushing her down. Turning around and placing her pussy on Piper’s face as she went down on her again. Piper started to lick and suck trying to copy what Jessica was doing to her. The taste of her insides was so sweet and mind numbing she couldn’t stop. Her tongue went so crazy inside Jessica, she heard her moan loudly and stop sucking her. “Ohhh… you picked it up so quickly… but I want us to cum at the same time! Let’s change position...” She said almost having trouble to get Piper out of her pussy. Then turning around and placing her lower lips against Piper’s rubbing them together, grinding them against each other enthusiastically until both were moaning louder and louder, finally climaxing together and embracing each other. Cuddling together before falling asleep on each other's arms.

When morning came, Piper felt groggy and with a headache, it was so odd, she wasn’t sure what was happening nor where she was, but something told her she was quite happy as her body felt so soft and horny… then hearing a voice calling for her. “Come on sleepy head, it’s time you got up! I want to go out on a date with my girlfriend and show her off to everyone!” Jessica said as she approached her, with clothes on hand. “You’re so big I didn’t think anything of mine would fit you so I asked a friend for these, I’m pretty sure they are your size as my hands tend to remember that kind of thing…” She said kissing her on the lips. “Now get ready and come to the kitchen for breakfast… unless you want a quick go before that?” She asked with a devilish smirk. Piper smiled and replied “I totes want to do naughty things right now..” Jessica smiled as she undressed, her girlfriend wanted love and she was going to get it...

Final Change

A bimbofication of a transgirl, first I do, who knows if last. Will depend on future ideas and request as this one was from https://www.deviantart.com/alia12

As usual with tame images, a caption version will be uploaded on my deviantart if you prefer that.
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Some people are born into the wrong gender and struggle due to it. Taking them by surprise when they find out about it, and needing years to fix that unfortunate mistake. Lixy was such a person, but after years of treatments and surgeries she accomplished what she wanted and transitioned successfully. But of course, even though she was now happier than ever, there were still some issues with her current life, which came from her relationship with her girlfriend Megan. They would always argue over getting married, with Lixy having the dream of walking down the aisle while wearing a gorgeous dress. While Megan didn’t really want anything to do with that and keeping their relationship to the fun things only.

Their disputes would get more heated everytime, with each saying words they would regret later, but this was when Lixy said something that hurt Megan so much she walked out on her. Lixy was quite angry as well so she didn’t bother going after her or apologizing at all. As such they didn’t see each other for weeks, neither speaking to the other. But after two months, Megan returned with a bright smile on her face. Lixy wondered why she was back or even smiling and asked her about it. Mega merely pulled out an old pocket watch and held it by the chain, asking Lixy to look at it.

In seconds Lixy became entranced by it, while Megan spoked soft words which resonated inside her mind, suggesting she forgot about all her worries and dreams, and thought only of pink and fun… of being a doll for Megan and give herself to her, without any restriction whatsoever… her brain stopped thinking about anything other than being a bimbo doll for Megan and doing anything she asked of her… From then on she underwent more surgeries to make everything about her bigger… be it her breasts, ass and lips, she was Megan’s happy bimbo doll and nothing more.

College Struggle

A cap requested by theodd12 (https://www.deviantart.com/theodd12) from deviantart, who has a bunch of stuff done themselves and if you haven't read any perhaps you can do that now! I will be uploading the cap version on my deviantart account. Which you can find  link to it and all my past works from other sites here: https://tgjesstales.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-one-list-to-link-it-all.html

 

Walking to the store, opening your wallet to see what you can afford for lunch today, only to find a bunch of spare change that could only get you something under five bucks… this was Nathan’s daily struggle since he entered college.

Of course things weren’t always like this, he once had a nice amount of money to afford books, classes and his daily necessities, but as most college freshmen do, Nathan got distracted by his newfound freedom, spending his money on things he didn’t need, wasting his time fooling around between parties and hanging out with friends, until real life caught up to him and he now had to face his lack of money by himself.

He tried to find a part time job, an apprenticeship or a trade, anything that would allow him to get some money to get to eat again. But unfortunately no one would hire someone who had no work experience. Leaving Nathan a jobless and struggling student. This went on for a couple weeks until a guy approached him. He looked really slim and scrawny, wearing big glasses and a lab coat, as he was handing flyers, looking for people to sign for some experiment.

Nathan had no interest on it until he noticed that there was something written at the bottom of it, promising good money for a one time thing. He stopped and returned to the guy in order to ask more about it. He replied it was nothing more than an experiment for a new drug, looking for test subjects in order to check allergies and for that they needed as many people as possible. After asking a few more things, Nathan was satisfied with it and signed up for the trial. The man handed him a card and told him to head there next week.

It was hard to last another week with so little money, but after this he would be paid a bunch on the spot and that would free him up for some time until he could find something permanent. When the day came, Nathan got up early and arrived at the place as soon as possible, hoping to get it done with and move on. He had to write his name and sign on a bunch of forms and papers. He was then taken to a room and asked to undress. He complied and waited until the glasses guy appeared, he started to explain the effects of the drug in some sciency technical way that not only did he not understand, he didn’t care for.

So he told him to skip the dialogue and move on to the test as being naked wasn’t exactly fun with another guy in the room. The guy searched his pockets and pulled a syringe then asked him to extend his arm. As Nathan did he was pricked by the syringe and then asked how he felt. He replied nothing was off… until he looked into a mirror. His face was swelling up, his lips especially looked three times bigger than before.

He then felt pressure on his chest as it also started to swell up, though his shoulders and waist felt as if they started to compress into themselves. His hips pushed outwards as his butt inflated. His arms and legs lost most of their muscles, though his thighs grew in size with his butt. His throat burnt badly as if there was something on fire that he had swallowed. Finally Nathan felt a sharp pain in his crotch, as his testicles and penis ripped themselves apart, leaving a slit instead.

After the pain had ended Nathan looked down at his body, only to realize he looked nothing like a man. The guy had seen the entire thing and had been writing down everything. Nathan started to scream furiously at him, before gasping at the sound of his feminine voice. The guy then explained what had just happened, the drug worked as expected but they still needed to do a final test, which he had agreed on, though even if he tried to leave, no one would believe he used to be Nathan as he looked nothing like it and no one knew it was possible for a man to change so quickly into a woman. Nathan could do nothing but nod, horrified at what was waiting for him…

As it turned out the next test was a fertility test and to that end Natalie, Nathan’s new identity, was introduced to a very rich and wealthy man who was one of the biggest backers of the project and had been looking for a trophy wife to hopefully impregnate. Every night Natalie would be fucked silly by the man, though during the day he would buy her anything she desired, treating her like a queen. And while Natalie always said she hated her new life to the scientists, her instagram was full of pictures of her loving her new rich and cozy life...

Moving In

A caption request from deviantart about using someone's picture (https://www.deviantart.com/darkevilsonic) and making a story out of it, I enjoyed it and hope you do too! For the caption version: https://www.deviantart.com/tgjess/art/Moving-In-808687669

Louis had just moved into a new place, it had been quite hard but he finally managed to rent a room in a nice house in a much better neighbourhood and for a pretty good price at it! It was just a room but the place was huge and with a pool, all which he would have access to and the only other person living there was the owner and landlord. He was a tall and somber man, always well dressed though something felt off about him… but considering how cheap it was he didn’t think much of it.


Every morning Louis woke up and headed to the bathroom and on the way he would come across the landlord, who would wave at him. He would wave back and head into the bathroom, finding it odd that he was there every morning and the house was so big but again, it wasn’t a big problem. What was a problem though was that recently Louis found his appearance to be not to his liking at all, starting to shave his facial hair and letting his hair grow out.


His routine kept being the same, finding more things to change about himself every time like shaving and waxing all his body hair, wearing smaller clothes and working out to have a better figure. As his landlord noticed this he decided to help him and gave him a little something that would help him, some sort of pills which might help Louis be happier about the way he looked. Louis thanked him and started to take them immediately. By the next month he felt so much better about his new style, wearing tight clothing which revealed his physique and improvements on the important parts… but it still wasn’t enough and thankfully his landlord Jacob had the best idea! He would help him pay for some breast implants to go with his new figure and he would be all the better!


It was so odd how much happier Louis was now, as he no longer waved at Jacob but instead would listen to his calming and soothing words every morning in the hallway before doing his makeup… and changing into a nice dress to show off his new breasts and make Jacob happy too by giggling at his words and then naughty ideas he had…


A year later after moving, no one remembered anything about Louis, though everyone knew about Jacob’s ditzy and bimbo wife Lois who would always wear tight dresses and would do anything for her husband Jacob, blowing him happily every morning like a good bimbo wife should and without spilling a single drop, swallowing that hot, sticky and yummy load.

Three Short Caps Once More

So I was trying to do other stuff and it kinda went over my head how much work I would have to put into it. That being said, it will still happen, though unsure when, so instead back to doing some short caps!


                                         More Fun (TG, MTF, Magic)

I know what you are thinking… how great men think it would be to have three women craving their cock… sharing it between them as they use their tongues and mouths to please him… but instead of wishing you were the one being please you imagine yourself as one of the girls… who want to kiss a big dick… to suck it and be on your knees as you wait for his seed to cover you…


That was what me and my friends thought when we watched such scenes… and after discussing between ourselves what would be better, we decided to give it a try, using a spell to turn us into women and find ourselves a hunk to pleasure. And after doing it we all came to the same conclusion… pleasing him was much better than being pleased by women….

Van Trouble (MTF, Magic, Punishment)

“I can’t believe this! Now of all times did my van have to break down! It was just another simple job as a mover! Get this stuff from point A to point B without anything breaking! And I would have done it if it wasn’t for that crazy dude who ran over a red light and forced me to hit the breaks! But would the woman listen to me? NO! She was so pissed her old jar of some country was broken that she just threw a fit at me! Saying I was a moron for not being careful enough… and that’s when I messed up and told her that a woman like her would be worse at the job and wouldn’t be able to deal with things even half as well as I did…”


“This proved to be a mistake as she smiled and snapped her fingers, in seconds a cloud of smoke engulfed me and when I looked down I was a woman wearing this really tight latex top and pants while wearing heels! I shrieked and shouted what was wrong with her, but she merely laughed and told me that if I could take this new vase from her house to her club without breaking it and in under an hour, she would turn me back… but of course my van had to break down as I was halfway through! I called for a mechanic… he sounded so happy when hearing my girlish voice assuring me he would be here in mere moments… but I still need to check if the vase is still fine… otherwise I’m stuck like this forever… though if the mechanic is hot enough I might not mind it at all…”

 
                                              The Question (MtF, Willing, Magic)
 

When you look at me, what do you see? A woman being forced and ravaged by stronger and bigger men? Someone in an awful situation? Who is unable to escape? Or do you feel I’m someone lucky who you wished to change places with? I used to be that way until I was asked the same question… I was ashamed of it but still all I could mutter was a simple “I do wish to be her…” and in that moment the world around me shifted, everything blended together and when I came to I was surrounded by men, inside the body you see now, being handled by them… and I love it… so if you wish for it all you have to do is nod and say it… that you also wish to be like me…