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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...
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