I was just one of the guys. I mean, we all were doing it. But why me? Why only me?
It was the night of my school's annual back to school party. It was rather cold outside, but my friends and I wanted to go anyway.
The night started off normal enough. I swam for a little bit. I ate some food. Then, my friend John brought out the booze. We managed to sneak a few swigs before we say some of the staff eyeing us, so we tossed it away.
It was at this moment that the testosterone began kicking in. I was horny as shit. My friends and I decided to start chasing some tail. We went up to several bust girls and motorboated them. Those sluts loved it. We cat called several seniors. It was all fun and games. Then, I saw it.
It was the best ass I've ever seen. It was large, made almost entirely of fat. I had to have every bit of it. I walked up and gave it a squeeze.
The ass turned around, and I immediately realized what I had done. The ass I had grabbed belonged to a feminazi. She was the type of girl who was obsessed with Harry Potter or other movies, but only liked the female characters.
She turned to me, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?!?"
"Umm...I was just admiring your body"
"Admiring my body?" She screamed, "my body is not for any man to objectify and degrade!"
"Woah calm down sugar tits! It's just some sexual play is all..."
"SUGAR TITS?!?!? Why I ought to..." Just then her persona changed. She seemed calmer, almost flirtatious. "You're right Richie. It's all a joke. Say, why don't we go play some more in the girls locker room?"
"But...weren't you just..."
"Oh no. I overreacted. Come on," she interrupted.
As we walked over to the empty changing room. I got excited. I was about to lose my virginity, and to a hot piece of ass like her.
We walked into the room. "So you ready to do this?" I asked.
She tapped my nose."Hold on there. I just have to do one thing."
The anticipation was getting more intense. I was ready to see her amazing body. I would explore it. Find its every follicle. I was ready.
She came back with a gym bag of sorts. Those had to have been toys of some sort. She reached into the bag and brought out a perfume bottle of some kind. That's odd, I thought. She then took the perfume bottle and sprayed the liquid onto my face. I didn't much of it, until I realized I couldn't move.
She saw me struggling, "Oh what's the matter ? Is it hard for the little baby to move."
"What the hell are you going on bitch?"
She clicked her tongue, "I'd be respectful if I were you. Your respect will help influence which bikini you get."
"Bikini?"
"You see Richie; you've been awfully rude to women. I think you need to learn respect first hand. So I'm deciding to turn you into a girl, forever."
I was speechless.
"What kind of girl you become is based on what bikini you get." She pulled out a yellow bikini. "This one is 'The Girl Next Door'. This one will make you a very sweet skinny girl. This ones really only for my volunteers though."
She pulled out a large red one. "This one is called 'The More to love". This results in the subject becoming a 300 pound girl with huge breasts. I use this one for fat shamers."
Finally she pulled out a very small, white, thong-backed bikini. "This is 'The Bimbo' I use this one on men who think women are objects. You get huge breasts and a huge butt. You also will intelligence to the point of not being able to answer 1+1. I think this ones the one for you."
"No, I'm begging you," I stated as she removed my trunks. I was scared out of my wits, yet harder than ever before.
"Awww, poor little baby doesn't want to be a sexy girl. It's ok you'll love being a girl. Besides, who were you going to satisfy with that 3 inch cock?"
She slid the white thing over my legs and pulled it up to my crotch. She then slipped the bikini on to my chest and tied it around my back.
Suddenly I felt strange all over my body. My body ached all of a sudden as it grew shorter. I was losing height very fast and now stood at about 5'4", a loss of about 8 inches.
Now she towered over me. She laughed, "Hey Shorty. Oh don't worry, it's just starting."
The next thing I noticed was my hair. My once hairy legs and chest were now smooth. No hair resided on my arms either. It was scary to see. She began to touch my arm and exclaimed, "Now, hair cannot grow anywhere but your head."
My attention was directed towards my legs. My feet grew smaller and I noticed my toes looked pedicured, with white nail polish all over them. My smooth calves were carved out. They became very defined. All of a sudden, I realized how plump my thighs were becoming. They inflated, becoming larger and juicier. I screamed out when I witnessed what was happening.
She giggled intensely, and I realized it was going to get worse. My hips suddenly cracked and shifted, causing me to have out of this world curves. My once bony began to thicken up too. My ass grew fatter and fatter and fatter. The cheeks inflated, causing the thong to sink deeper in deeper until I was essentially naked.
I noticed my balls were shrinking. The bulge I once had, began to shrink. Eventually, the front of my panties became flat as my manhood had been replaced by a vagina.
As my transformation continues, my waist got very small. Only a small bulge of fat rested on my stomach. My ratio of hips to waist was huge. Then the worst part happened.
Inside the small cups of the bikini, I noticed my nipples getting hard. They slowly grew larger and felt sensitive. Suddenly a small lump formed behind the nipple. It gained more and more fat until I witnessed some very large orbs resting on my chest. They stuck out and grew larger and larger. She measured them and said, " Congrats Miss Mia, that's your new name, you are now the proud owner of a pair of 32F boobies." She bounced them with her hand.
"Please fix this..." I stopped as my voice was now shrill and valley-girlesque. She giggled.
Now I looked ahead in the mirror. My hair grew long and brown. My nose and eyes became feminine. My lips grew plump and lushes. Every detail of my face was caked in make up. Suddenly my mind felt scattered. I couldn't think.
"So Mia, what is one plus one?" she taunted.
"Umm...uhh...like does it like have something to do with...uhh... Can I have a hint?"
She laughed uncontrollably. "Two, Mia."
"TWO!!!" I shouted, "I did it! I'm so smart!" Against my will, I jumped up and down while clapping, my humongous boobs bouncing as I did.
"Come on, let's flaunt you around."
As we walked outside, I felt my ass jiggle. My boobs jumped up and down in their tiny cups. Boys motorboated me and whistled at me. One boy asked to see my tits an I flashed my big perky boobies at him. Several surrounding boys took pictures while crossing their legs.
I tried fighting my actions but it got too hard. Now I go to school and I fail all of my classes. I try to hook up with as many people as possible. I live with my witch, now. She likes to make fun of me. But it's ok. My word of advice, never mess with women. You might just over do it with the wrong girl.
Comments
femnist punishment
you know feminist believe in equal rights and female supremacist want no men like my story pure hatred to men good story any way I like it lot
Agreed
i am a feminist. I agree. Thanks for the input
Thanks for your input. I am a
Thanks tho
If she really were a feminist...
...I think it would be against her principles to objectify someone as she had been objectified. The lesson might have hit home more, I think, had our male chauvinist protagonist been turned into a woman who was beautiful but smart. Imagine her frustration as she discovers that despite her intelligence, she's not taken seriously because she happens to have a body of Kardashian-like proportions.
Say she gets a very high-profile job, but every idea she has gets a condescending smile and a comment along the lines of, "I don't think you understand the big picture, sweetie." Worse, she gets accused of sleeping her way into the job. That would hit a lot closer to home, believe me.
As it is, it would be rather hard for her to absorb any kind of lesson from this experience, as she not only has no intelligence, but (presumably) only faint memories of the sexist man she used to be.
I do have to admit I chuckled at the part about the bimbo-ized former male being delighted at figuring out 1 + 1, though.
One question, though--if the formerly male protagonist is now too stupid to do kindergarten-level math, how exactly did he/she tell his/her own story?
Livin' A Ragtime Life,
Rachel
pretty much this. I've never
pretty much this. I've never understood how objectifying a chauvenist is supposed to teach them any lesson other than: You were completely right. Also if she is so brain adled that she struggles to figure out 1 + 1, how is she even in school in not some kind of special education program? ALso wouldn't this make her very easy to abuse and easily result in her becoming a statistic? This 'punishment' seems very poorly thought out.