Gamer girl

"Fuck off man", Larry shouted into the mic. "I can still smoke your ass even if I am a girl!".

After many chauvanistic comments against girl over the net when playing FPS-games he finally encountered someone that actually could reach Larry behind the safety of his screen.
An enraged gaming witch cast a spell on him and transformed him into a really hot babe.

He heard "Go make me a sandwich"  at least ten times a day.

Eye for an eye

"Wakey wakey. Rise and shine". Thomas heard a voice say that he recognized.
"Excellent. I can see that you are conscious now". It was Henry, a former competitor of his. A competitor he had crushed.
"You probably are wondering what is happening, not being able to move and talk. Just sit. Good thing that armchair is comfortable, hm?", Henry said with a leer.
 It was true. Thomas couldn´t move a muscle.
"You may talk".
His previous inability to form words vanished and Thomas could move his mouth again. "What are you doing fuckface? You want me to ruin your life even more? I swear to God that when this drug stops working I will pummel your ugly face to the ground", he raved.

Henry pushed up his glasses a further up his nose and had an aura of superiority around him. The smile on his lips wasn´t kind.
"Drugs? No no. Nothing like that. Not at all. Magic on the other hand. Much more refined. Didn´t believe it at first but here we are. Me, my spellbook and you". The last word dripped with venom.
"You destroyed my career, my life and foremost; you destroyed my fiancé. You wrecked her. And you made me lose her. And for that you will pay". The words were spoken behind gritted teeth.

Thomas couldn´t believe what he just had heard. He didn´t care about Henry and his miserable life, but to claim he wielded magic; it was too good! 
It began as a giggle until he couldn´t contain it any more and bursted out in a loud laugh.
This of course made Henry furious.

"SILENCE!"
The laugh stopped immediately. Thomas shot Henry a defiant glare.
"You will believe soon. For a while". The coldness in Henry´s voice was palpable.
He brought up the book and flipped through the pages. "You will see", he muttered under his breath.

He looked up from the book with a vicious smile on his lips. He pointed his fingers at Thomas and whispered a couple of syllables under his breath.
"Diminish"
Thomas felt his body contract and shrink. He was becoming smaller. His muscle mass disappeared and he was definately not as tall as he had been just ten seconds ago.
Henry stroke his chin. "Nice. Very nice. It´s a good start"
"Let´s start with the face and go from there."
Thomas felt fear in his whole body but was unable to act on it. All of his insticts screamed for him to run but he couldn´t. Panic welled up inside of him due to his helplessness.

The syllables was heard again.
"Rounder face"
"Bigger eyes"
"Smaller nose"
"Puffy lips"
"Thick mane of hair"
"Fuller and longer eyelashes"
"Perfect teeth"
"Dulcet voice"

Henry became quiet. He held up a mirror in front of Thomas.
"You may speak"
The terror inside had made Thomas unable to find any words. He just screamed a womans high pitched scream".
"Silence!"
And the screams was abruptly cut.

"I decided that instead to make you into the twin of my beloved Sandra I would instead make you into your own female counterpart. I wanted to forever be able to remember that I took the life and future of the man that destroyed my life". A desperate longing colored his words.

"I´ve always considered that a womans face told a lot about her body, and in your case you have a lot to tell", Henry said with a grin.
He looked down into the book again and breathed another set of syllables.
"Large orbs of flesh"
"Wide behind and hips"
"Thin waist"
"Taut stomach"
"Dainty arms and hands"
"Deep vagina"
"Feminine"
"Soft"

Changes wracked Thomas body. It twisted. It turned. Parts moved around inside of him. Others disappeared where others formed.
The pain was excruciating when his penis crawled up inside of him and a hole formed in its stead. Bones cracked and became smaller, except of the hip bone that became wider. Much wider.
Due to Henrys command he had to endure all of this in complete silence.
Fat formed on his chest and pushed out into a sizeable pair of breasts. His thighs became thicker. His whole body became hairless from the neck and down.
His fingers elongated slightly and became thinner. His nails grew to twice the length than before.

The changes subsided.
Henry nodded and looked pleased. However, there were a need for clothes.
Thomas felt how the panties hugged his flat crotch and went up betwen his big buttcheeks. The bra lifted up his breasts to a even more prominent position. The feeling of being a woman was hard to deny with them on.
Henry whispered under his breath again. "Calm"
"You may speak".

Thomas thoughts was in disarray but he did not feel the terror from before, but all the could say was: "Why?"
Henrys body tensed up. He was quiet for a couple of seconds before speaking up.
"I told you. I lost Sandra and you had to pay for it with your life. But not with death. Rather with life anew. You will become my new companion in life"
"What? No? No no no no..."
"Silence!"
And the womans voice was quite once more.

Henry sat down before her and studied her. He could see traces of Thomas everywhere. She was the sister he never had.
A very beautiful sister.
"Goodbye Thomas", Henry said and began with the last part of his revenge; sculpting the mind of his lover.

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"Wake up darling", a tender voice whispered in her ear.

Serena heard the voice of the man she loved above all.

She opened her eyes and saw him. "Henry!", she exclaimed happily.

 She bolted up from the armchair and into his arms, embracing and being embraced in a hug.

"I love you", she purred and pressed her head against his chest.

Henry smiled. "I know".

 

Beer curse

Ever heard of Ranma ½?
Me neither if you had asked me a couple of months ago. Ranma½ is an anime that revolves around a guy that turns into a girl if he get cold water on him. My situation is roughly the same but with beer instead. Warm or cold, beer transforms me into a chick.
It started with a drunk me hitting on a girl at the bar, and she didn't like the drunk me at all. One thing led to another, I called her frigid and hating men and she said that I had no respect towards women when drunk and that she would fix that.
That's at least what my friends say, I don't remember anything of it. I was too hammered.
So a week later, it was Friday evening again, and it was time to spoil myself with a cold one. The same moment the first drops of the golden liquid went down my throat my body turned itself inside out for a second and suddenly I was a girl.
I panicked a lot that evening.

I still love drinking beer but I can never do it at the bars anymore, my friends and other people around me would freak out, so I keep it a secret. I only drink hard liqour when going out nowdays. What I do instead when I want a beer is to make into a happening.
I buy a couple of different brands, start up my gaming console, grab the control and throw up my legs up on the table.
Then I take a first sip of my first beer.
The changes happen instantly and instead of me sitting in the sofa, there's a cute girl.
I take my time and enjoy my beers to the fullest.
Being in a smaller body I can't really tolerate as much alcohol anymore as before so I get kinda tipsy at the end. I can say that more than once I've been relaxed enough to explore my girl body a little bit more. Felt nice.

What changes me back then? Took me a while to figure it out, but a glass of warm milk.

Female Misogony Treatment

"It has been four months now of your female misogony treatment".

"How do you think you have acclimatized being a woman and see things from the female perspective?", the psychiatirst asked and pushed up his glasses a little but further up his nose.

"Fine. Just fine", Jeremy answered with as much restraint he could muster.

"You did participate in all the meetings we arranged for you?", the psychiatrist asked with the same dull and monotone voice as before.

"Yup. Everything. Cooking class, watched balett, shopped with a personal shopper, went to a hair studio, went on a date..."
Jeremy took a deep breath. "Did I forget anything?"

He looked down in his papers and flipped two pages.

"Yes. You forgot about twenty-three other arrangements"

"Fine! I forgot I did those but I did them!", Jeremy said in annoyance.

"My four months punishment is over. Can I switch back now? I promise to be a good boy". There were a bit of thinly veiled sarcasm in Jeremy´s voice.

"Under normal circumstances, yes...", the psychiatrist began

All blood left Jeremy´s face.

"But?", he stammered.

 "In the reports you apparently had a series of bad encounters with mothers and their small children"

His eyes went wild. "No. Please no!", Jeremy pleaded in desperation.

"It has been decided to further your education in to full womanhood".

"No". Horror was written on Jeremy´s face.

The magical gesture from the psychiatrist was miniscule.

 A sudden burst of immense pain hit Jeremy in his stomach.

It expanded quickly until it was big and very round.

"Delivery is due in three months", the psychiatirst informed dryly to the spent and very pregnant Jeremy.

"We hope to see more progress until our next meeting in four months. Goodbye Ms Stephens"

Bitch seat

I looked back the recent events with a sullen remorse.
 A beautiful girl had been standing on the roadside and wanted a ride. It had been a bad choice of words to offer her the "bitch seat" behind him.

Her eyes began to glow and she looked pissed. "My intention was to conserve my magic but I will gladly make an exception for you!", her voice boomed.
"Misogynistic pig! This will will teach you a lesson!". Lightning leapt from her finger tips and hit me. It hurt like hell and I passed out.
When I woke up again my male physique had been changed into a female ditto. All my clothes screamed of femininity. My pants in particular reminded me of my changed shape by hugging my curves closely.
At least my bike looked the same.
I started it. It sounded the same.
One thing made me even more wary of my situation when I sat down on the motorcycle.
"Fuck.  My pussy feels every vibration from the engine..."

 It was a long, albeit pleasureable at times, trip home.

 

What goes around, comes around

No Bra Club

 

 It started out as an ironic gag. Guys wearing the No Bra Club t-shirt. Brett and Marcus thought it was hilarious.

Up until an angry woman went up in their faces and berated them for their poor taste.

 They told her to chill down. It was just a joke. Their response just seemed to fuel her angriness even more.

"If you want to get into the so called "club" that much, I will gladly help you", she fumed. She pointed her finger at them and whispered strange words under her breath.

The both men felt their bodies convolute and change, their clothes becoming way tighter than before.

"There!", the woman gloated to them, before disappearing. "Much more fitting bodies for your fashion sense"

Brittany and Marcia stood there dumbstruck, conflicted by all the exotic sensations their new female bodies gave them.

Santa´s gift

Melvick might not be the real Santa Claus but on the other hand he is a wizard that likes to do a good deed on Christmas Day and hand out presents to families that couldn´t afford anything for their children. Apparently this made him a target for crooks that had found out that there were a guy dressed as a santa wandering around and handing out expensive gifts.

 Blake was one of those guys that had decided to pounce the santa and steal all the gifts. 

Something he tried at a lonely road in the forest. Much to his surprise the santa wasn´t afraid of his knife and instead began to chuckle with a "Ho Ho Ho". Blake found himself frozen on the spot.

"Seems like you have been a naughty boy this year, Blake", the santa said with both warmth and a razor sharp edge in his voice. "And naughty boys needs to be punished".

Blake felt his body change and reform. Within seconds he had gone from a fairly muscular young man to a curvy young woman. 

She stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to do.

"Walk with me. There is just one more house left for me to finish."

  Blake found herself unable to deny the request and followed suit.

Melvick spoke with a clear voice: "All things considered I view you as my own gift so you will live in my househould for a year. Behave and do what I tell you, and I will turn you back the next Christmas. Disbehave and your mind will be changed to a more willing and appreciative one". 

Blake shuddered. Not from the cold on her naked body, but from what the future might have in hold for her.

No trespassers

The show must go on

Using what you got

Iron Woman

A wild night out

Break in

Drunken Choices

Workout

Magic Remote - From bully to babe

The Punishment