Just a nice, depressing story, sorry...

It was just another normal class, I was spending it just as I always spend my classes, admiring the ladies, studying them,

wishing I was one of them, praying I was one of them and then one day, one day it happened, it came to be… I was sitting in my

chair in the fourth row, entirely invisible, a silent mostly unnoticed member of a tiny class of only fifteen or so people when I

could feel it.

I knew immediately what was happening, I could feel an itching and then a warm sensation spread across my chest as small

mounds of soft flesh formed and then slowly grew out to modest porportions although to me they seemed the very image of perfection,

they were on me! I could feel the boobs hanging down, a slight weight and tugging as they bobbed with each breath, the nipples

tenting the front of my t-shirt. I looked around the classroom, everyone was oblivious to my changes as the feeling spread.

I could feel my legs and hips slowly changing and shifting. I looked down at my body, for the first time in my life I was

able to close my legs without the discomfort of the extraneous material that had formerly inhabited the area where a moist fertile

vagina now sat, basking in a soft bush of brown pubic hair.

I couldn’t help but notice my body continue to shift, my hips slowly expanding to form beautiful, soft feminine curves, as

my boobs finished filling out. While all of this was occurring I could feel my feet actually come off the ground for a second

before my body adjusted its position, my legs were now crossed, the soft, tear shaped butt expanding and cushioning my bottom, the

feelings bombarding my body too glorious to count.

I could feel long hair flowing down my neck and over my shoulders, long, dark brown tresses falling over my eyes which I

swept back with my much smaller, feminine hands. I admired the simple beauty of my hand, the small, dainty fingers, they looked so

perfect, so thin and tipped with long, rounded nails. I could feel other changes being affected now, my men’s jeans shifted into a

pair of shape hugging ladies blue jeans, my t-shirt changing into an elbow length sleeved shirt, it was a soft, pastel pink that

hugged my body and my boobs tightly, it was so shape fitting I could feel my bra straps when I felt my back. I was a girl, a young

woman.

“Jessica, are you ok?” A voice woke me from my reverie, my teacher.

I was Jessica, a girl, it was all I had ever wanted, all I had needed, all I had desired, all I had dreamed of…

“He died at approximately 1:30AM” the medical coroner said as he looked up from the body of the dead teen, an apparent

suicide. Such a shame he though, to feel such pain, such angst to need to end it all…

The sheriff’s deputy looked away, seeing dead people always hurt, but especially the suicides. Such a waste he thought to

himself, what could he have been, what he might have done, to end it all so soon. He would file his report, he would report that

the teen had died by his own hand, the victim to the stresses of his life, the strain he had felt from being called crazy for

wanting to be a girl, the pain he’d received from being abused everyday by bigots and fools, the victim of a flawed society. He

would close the file on Mark Simpson’s death, an apparent suicide, he would file it under the name Mark Simpson, a final slap in

the face by a society that had spent his entire life slapping him around.

But somewhere Jessica was smiling, she had finally made it, she had reached the promised land…

The End…

In a world where social morals are disintegrating faster than the price of Toyota's stock shares comes the true story of a boy and his quest to shock the world. His name is Andy and he has a plan, one so shocking, so evil, the FCC won't let me tell you what it is on TV, Andy is going to become a girl... for no good reason at all! So without further adieu,

Andy's Strange Summer Or How A Guy Learned To Relax And Love The Panties

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Andy's Strange Summer Or How A Guy Learned To Relax And Love The Panties

I have always been a person who enjoys good fight, I enjoy making a scene for the sake of making a scene. I enjoy pushing the envelope, pushing buttons, challenging social norms and mores. Some call me a trouble maker, I call myself a free spirit. There isn’t a thing I won’t do, nothing I won’t say, a point I won’t argue, I am as free spirited as one can get. I had been pushing the envelope in school for many years by the time high school came to pass.

However, I was also curious to say the least. For the past few years I had wanted to get into girl’s panties, I wanted to see how they lived, what made them tick. Like any good investigative reporter I decided I needed to be imbedded in their culture to discover the answers to my many questions.

My mom for her part had thought it was an amusing idea and decided to go along with it. As with most of my projects, I went for the utmost realism. I had talked a doctor into prescribing me hormones for transgender teens and I had taken them religiously and they had produced some effects. My skin had grown noticeably softer and I had as much breast growth as many of the girls at my school. My voice had yet to crack so I didn’t have to worry about my voice changing as long as I took my ‘girl pills’ and any facial hair that might have thought about developing had been stopped cold, all in all I looked just like an average girl. I had been on the pills for most of the second semester at my old school and even looked like the girl I was pretending to be.

If you had never seen me before in fact you would have thought I was lying if I told you I was a boy. My hair had been growing all year and it had reached down past my shoulders, the auburn tresses had been trimmed and styled at my mom’s beauty parlor, all of the ladies there got a kick out of what I was doing. My body shape had changed a small amount from the hormones, my waist seemed noticeably smaller and my hips had grown a bit larger, they fit well in the pairs of girls jeans my mom had bought me for my ‘experience’. All in all I was to an uninformed eye a normal freshman girl in a new town.

I had also grown more emotional, it seemed like I wanted to cry really often but that was to be expected I was told by my doctor, he was really against this idea, he had done his best to dissuade me but in the end the threat of me self medicating forced his hand. The doctor had seemed really hung up on the fact that I hadn’t gone through puberty and he rambled about some irrational fear of me going through a girl’s puberty if I took the hormones too long. I wasn’t afraid, that wouldn’t happen. All I needed was to block my testosterone for a year and replace it with estrogen, only one year, after that I’d go back to being a man. Surely one year on female hormones wouldn’t put me through girls puberty to the point where I couldn’t return.

I had aimed for the ultimate reality experiment so I had changed everything about my life, I even redid my room. All of my sports posters had been replaced with pictures of boy bands (This made my mother nervous, she thought it would make me look gay, as if pretending to be a girl wouldn’t cross that line) I even painted my walls a soft pink and put up some flowery wallpaper and floral curtains. My old desk had been replaced with a nice oak desk with engraved flowers. A brand new vanity sat against the wall with more cosmetics on it than most actresses will ever see in their entire life. My subscriptions to Sports Illustrated and Playboy were replaced with CosmoGirl and Seventeen. I was going for realism. Even all of my books had been replaced, Stephen Ambrose made way for Jane Austen and other classic literature I had deemed too girly to read as a boy.

My old boy clothes had all been donated for two reasons, one to keep me from backing out and two, when the year was over, none of it would fit me. In its place was the girls wardrobe that girls would kill for. Skirts, dresses, sweaters, blouses, designer jeans, pantyhose, silk panties and bras, rows of shoes. It looked as though I had gone through the Macy’s and JCPenneys catalogue and ordered one of every girls clothes item. I really think that my mom had wanted a girl and this was her chance to have a daughter, even if it was only for a year and she was going to make the best of this opportunity to have a little mother/daughter bonding.

Part of the fun of this project would be the reactions. I was moving into a new school district in a new state where no one would know me. I would be judged only as the girl I appeared to be. I couldn’t wait to see their reaction when at the end of the summer they found out I was actually a straight guy. Heck, I’ll admit, I may be bi, I was curious to have my first kiss as a girl with a guy, I did want to find out what the other side went through and that was part of it, and I was curious.

So here I was, a boy who was taking female hormones and had basically changed his body’s hormonal balance into that of a girl in puberty, who was changing his body physically with some aspects that would have to be removed by surgery. I had purchased thousands of dollars of clothes and all to try life on the other side of the fence for a while. I was ready to spend my summer as Jessica!

Moving into our new house hadn’t been much of a problem, the only really hard part had been moving clear across the country to a very rural, agrarian community with very conservative folks abound. I wondered how they would take my little joke when it was over, I think I could hear the banjo’s now. One of our new neighbors, Mr. Davis, helped us move our furniture into the small one floor home. He stood about six foot, six foot one with cropped blond hair. He had a son who was my age, gulp, who took a liking to me.

My mother and I had both worn jeans and t-shirts but even so, with my hair very long and wearing girls jeans he had homed right in on me. He seemed very nice, but a little too proper. He had addressed me as ma’am and miss and had insisted on holding the door for me and such. While a little pampering is nice, he took it too far.

His name was Jerry and he was nice enough. He had normal length honey brown hair and was very muscular. He was country strong and he had a very nice farmer’s tan. I felt a small stirring in my groin even as my very tight gaffe held the little man back. I was going to have to watch those pesky feelings. For my part I had been very shy. I had blushed a lot, particularly when he called me cute and beautiful. I seemed at a loss of words as I shyly watched him move my stuff in the house. He seemed a genuinely nice boy, I hoped we would make good friends after the summer and well, during the summer too but not in exactly the same way.

So I had come to arrive in a new town, in the middle of the bible belt, a boy pretending to be a girl. Andrew had left California and by the time he had reached the Midwest, he had become a she, Jessica Storen had replaced Andy, a prissy girly girl had replaced the rowdy Andy. And I looked forward to it…

To Be Continued…

This was meant to be the preamble to a serial with different installments on the story, watching Jessica spend her summer as a girl and the difficult decisions her actions will undoubtedly cause. If this is an idea that you’d be interested in reading more of please leave a comment to that effect or vote. If you have a direction you’d like Jessica to take, feel free to tell me, I’m open to suggestions of any kind as long as they aren’t above a rating of R.

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Sarah Palin

What really happened to Dan Quayle

A conversation five or so years ago…

“Hello sir, my name is Lin Song and I’m with the Young Republican’s, I was wondering if I could speak to you about what our party stands for?”

She was a young Asian woman about five foot one or so with long black hair, she looked to be about twenty or twenty one, a college activist at the local university I guess as I moved to shut the door.

“Sorry, I’m busy and I already know who I’m gonna vote for, thanks anyway, have a good day Lin.”

I shut the door, my Republican day’s had long passed, I had left no longer agreeing with what the party had become and I retired to a small farm in Indiana, I had had my day in the sun and had ridden off into the sunset, content to separate myself from the abomination the Republican Party had become. The door bell rang again, it was the same damn girl.

“I’m sorry to bother you sir but I really need to speak to you Senator.”

“Ms. Song, I am no longer a senator, I am no longer connected to the party, I barely even vote anymore, I am sorry but I cannot and will not help you with anything, I don’t do causes and I’m retired!”

“Sir, I’m not here for any cause, I am here for your country, America needs you Senator, your party needs you sir, please, hear me out!”

“Ms. Song, I left the party many years ago and Newt and all the rest of those hypocrites know why and they agreed to leave me in peace, now please leave, I’m not a public figure anymore, no one even knows where I live so please just leave me be, have a good day Ms. Song!” and I started to shut the door.

“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to do it this way…”

She pushed a small atomizer in my face and sprayed, the mist hitting me square in the face and I slowly passed into unconsciousness.

“Good morning Senator so nice of you to join us!”

I looked up into blinding white lights only a vague black shadow showed where the man’s voice had come from. I was in some kind of surgical theater, I struggled to sit up only to notice that I was restrained by leather straps.

“Don’t try to leave so soon Senator, we are just getting started, you aren’t even going to stay and say hello to an old buddy?”

The man in the shadows stepped forward into the light.

“Bill, Bill Frist you son of a bitch, let me go, let me go, what do you think you are doing! People will miss me, people will be looking for me!”

Another person stepped into the light, it was Ms. Song, the woman who captured me.

“You bitch, let me go…”

She put her soft hand over my mouth, “Shhh… Senator, save your strength, you’ll need it besides as you told me, no one knows where you live and frankly no one gives a shit, so please relax, you are helping to save our nation, you should be proud!”

She was wearing surgical scrubs complete with the latex gloves and mask, she pulled a needle from an unseen tray, filled with a clear liquid, she slowly inserted the needle into my bicep and pressed the plunger until the liquid had completely emptied into my bloodstream. I felt my body go limp and numb as the drug coursed through my arteries, a soothing tingling sensation spreading into every extremity.

“You will still be able to hear us Dan but this should keep you manageable, you will be able to think but not move or make any noise, so as I was saying, you are here to help us.” Ms. Song stepped back allowing Frist to come closer.

“Ahh Dan you once had such potential but why didn’t you stay, but you were too good to let just retire and walk away, once a Republican, always a Republican, you should have known that, we can’t just have you resurface and expect you to have the same appeal so some minor modifications are necessary but when they are completed you’ll be the next Reagan!” Frist turned his back to me and started to walk off as the dark closed in around me.

I awoke with a start, an unknown amount of time having passed since I fell into the drug induced slumber. I was in the same dark room, still unable to move the only change I could notice was the tubes in my arm, a large IV bag hanging on a rack.

“Good morning Dan how are you feeling, you slept on us for two weeks but we put that time to good use, don’t worry. The IV in your arm has been dripping since you passed out. In case you were wondering it is a combination of very powerful mind altering drugs and strong estrogens mixed with a standard IV drip to keep you hydrated. You cannot stop us so why not just relax and just enjoy the rest and relaxation we provide.”

Bill Frist stepped forward with a pair of headphones and a pair of strange looking goggles connected to a modified laptop. He placed the laptop on my stomach and started to turn it on and prepare whatever it was he was going to do to me.

“This is a very special device that Dick Cheney had designed. The good folks at NSA and CIA haven’t even gotten to play with new toy yet you should be honored, you are the first of what will be many, many patients. You see it works like hypnotic tapes only better. If you only use one sense like the ears you can achieve a good deal of success and control, but some genius at NSA figured out that if you can affect all of the senses then your control will be almost unbreakable!”

He pulled some form of glove on my hands and feet, strapping them on and attaching the associated wires into the computer, a pair of electric booties were put on my feet. I felt a pair of probes being shoved up my nose and clipped into place making it hard to breathe. A strange gag was shoved into my mouth forcing itself down my throat settling next to my Adams apple. Frist placed the strange goggles over my eyes, a small probe forcing itself into my eyeball.. He slowly placed the small ear buds into my ear canal and coved them with heavy headphones. I was unable to see anything the darkness stifling

“Now the fun part of this system is that I can make you do or think anything I want now, all I have to do is keep you plied with the special drug and repeat the message over and over again until it has replaced all other thoughts that once inhabited your mind, neat huh!” Bill laughed uncontrollably as I could hear him working on the computer through the earphones.

“We’ll start with a simple message for you to start, welcome to your new life, goodbye Dan, it was nice meeting you, say hello to your new self.”

With a keystroke he left the room as a sound started to emanate from the headphones.

“Your name is Sarah Louise Palin, your name has always been Sarah Louise Palin, you will only respond to Sarah Louise Palin, your name is Sarah Louise Palin, your name has always been Sarah Louise Palin, you will only respond to Sarah Louise Palin, your name is Sarah Louise Palin…”

A week later…

“Hello how are we doing today?” I heard Bill ask through the headphones.

“Like shit Bill, at least your brain washing isn’t working, I’m still the same person!”

“Really, please tell me your name?”

“Sarah Louise Palin dumb shit, see I still know who I am, you can’t change that, I am still Sarah, you can never change that!” I shouted defiantly, struggling against the mouth gag.

“Ok Sarah, I guess it isn’t working is it, but I am still going to keep trying, have fun Sarah!”

A new message started in the ear phones, “Your name is Mrs. Sarah Louise Palin, you are a woman, you have always been a woman, you have never been a male and never will, you love being a woman and are a happily married woman, you are married to Todd Palin, always have and love being with him, you have five children, Track, Trig, Bristol, Willow and Piper, your name is Mrs. Sarah Louise Palin, you are a woman…” I passed into unconsciousness confident that I was resisting what they were trying to accomplish.

“Good morning Mrs. Palin, how are you today?”

“Not well at all Bill, let me go!”

“We will soon Sarah, but we can’t if the retraining isn’t working, is it working?”

“No and it never will you can’t brain wash a woman like me, but can you please let me see my children, I miss them!”

“Soon Sarah, soon, soon it will be over, please just relax and allow the computer to do its work and you will be free!”

“You are from Wasilla Alaska, you have never lived anywhere else, you love Alaska, you can see Russia from your back porch, you love being a beautiful woman, you won the Miss Wasilla beauty contest and finished third in all of Alaska, you love wearing makeup and skirts, you love being beautiful, you need to be beautiful, you are from Wasilla Alaska, you have never lived anywhere else, you love Alaska…”

“You were once the mayor of Wasilla, you want to be governor of Alaska, you need to be governor of Alaska, you desire to be president, you must become president, you want to be the first woman president, you have to be the first woman president…”

“You are a Republican, you have always been a Republican, you will always be a Republican, whatever Todd tells you to vote for and stand for you think is a great idea, you must always obey the RNC, the RNC knows all, you are a Republican, you have always been a Republican…

“You are always good natured and cheerful, you always smile, you enjoy being a politician, you love to flirt with men, you use your body to win votes, you are always happy to meet another Republican, you are best friends with Bill Frist, you are always good natured and cheerful…”

“Good morning Sarah, how are you doing today, are you feeling better?”

“Yes I am Bill, thanks for asking, how are Todd and my kids?”

“They are doing well and look forward to seeing you but we need to operate on one small part of you, nothing major, just a minor surgery, ok?”

“Okay Bill, I trust you.”

“Lets get you up Sarah!” He pulled the straps loose and slowly pulled the apparatus off, careful not to cause to much pain.

“Follow me please, please be careful not to step on anything.”

I passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of an old man in the mirror.

“Hey Bill, who is that?” I said pointing to the mirror.

“That’s you Sarah, but don’t worry, we will fix that soon, don’t worry, please just lay down on this table and it will all be over, ok?”

“Ok…” I laid down on the cold metal and tried to relax. Bill placed a small oxygen mask over my face and I felt my world go dark.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming here today, I would like to present to you my candidate for Vice President, please welcome Governor Sarah Palin!”

I walked out, my heels clicking on the stage floor. I had waited for this day a long time. I looked into the assorted cameras facing the stage. I smiled and winked at the media. I was confident that my good looks would no doubt help the election. I had done my makeup well, my hair pulled back, my business suit and skirt completing my look. I had fought long and hard to get here. I smiled at my husband Todd, I love him so much and my kids too. I approached the podium to address the media.

“Thank you for coming today, my name is Sarah Palin…”

The papers the next day were abuzz with the news of such a young and inexperienced candidate being nominated. It reminded many of the older reporters of a certain other youthful VP candidate of questionable intelligence but calls placed to the Quayle household remained unanswered…

The End…

Boy hates teacher, teacher dislikes boy, boy becomes girl, girl's a senior, here's the story

Senior Year
By: El Guapo
She was a bitch, one of those teachers you really, really wanted to die in a horrible car accident, one of those teacher’s you just wanted to see be pulled apart by tigers and stung to death by fire ants. While I didn’t hate my teacher quite this much, I’d classify my hate as a completely normal, healthy hate. This included cutting the power to her house on the day of a test to prevent her from arriving on time. How was I supposed to know she had a new security system or that she was a witch? To sum it all up as eloquently as possible, I was fucked!

I was tugging away on what I thought was the power line, my hands encased in a pair of rubber cleaning gloves, my hands stretching the material almost to the breaking point as I strained and grunted. It never occurred to me that one, I could easily have been electrocuted and two, wouldn’t it be easier to go in her garage and trip the breakers.

So I wasn’t on the short list to become a Rhodes Scholar but even so, I should have gotten away with it except for those pesky motion sensors and those damn flood lights. Those lights popped on and like a dumb ass I froze, my only consolation is it wouldn’t have made a difference. I heard a small crackle and I turned slowly, my heart racing a million beats a second, my chest was starting to hurt as I did an about face and there she stood, all five foot seven, one hundred and thirty pounds of her, her long brown hair flowing in the slight breeze. If its possible for an unarmed 5’7” woman to be intimidating, she was, her eyes had a wild glow in them as she glared at me.

“Uh… hi Ms. Wilson…” I said with a confident grin that I hoped hid my fear.

“Get inside!” she growled in a deeper voice than I thought she’d be able to make.

Her words were like an order to my body as I rushed to comply, my body double timing it into her small split level house. I found a spot on her couch, my body sitting on its own accord as she took a seat in an arm chair across from me.

“So, what brings you out here tonight?” she asked in a calm voice that barely hid her temper.

“Uhh…” I struggled to formulate a good excuse, none coming to mind, “Uhh… a uh… prank?”

“Is that a question or a response?” she asked a strange, kinda creepy glow building in her dark green eyes.

“I was here for a prank.”, I didn’t add, ‘yeah! that’s the ticket!’ although I wanted to

“Bullshit, you were going to cut my power lines and in the process try to kill yourself, right, don’t lie to me!” her face was a mask of rage, she was truly a bitch.

“Excepting the last part uh yeah, yeah!” I was so fucked.

“I… I should make you a frog, a worm…” okay I thought to myself, she’s not just a bitch, she’s a psycho bitch too, “I know what I’ll do…” a grin came across her face as she fell silent from her raging.

“Well, if it were up to me I’d just as well prefer that it not include the cops…” I said, a tinge of hope in my voice, perhaps she could be reasoned with after all, all she had me for was trespassing.

“Shut up, shut up! You’ll speak only when I tell you to, understand?”

I looked at her in silence, after all I thought to myself with a small smile, she hadn’t told me to speak.

“I said do you understand!” she screamed, her voice going up several octaves.

“But you said not to talk unless told to, you didn’t tell me to Ms. Wilson.” I said in my sweetest, most polite voice I could make.

“Look fucker, you’ve caused me problems for the last time, this night forward, its sugar and spice and everything nice for you fucktard!”

“Uhh… right…” what do you say to that, she was clearly crazy.

“Oh, I suppose I’m being a bad host,” she said with a forced smile, “Please, have something to drink, I insist!”

A glass filled with a strange liquid appeared seemingly from nowhere before me on a table I could swear wasn’t there moments before. The glass was filled with a harmless looking pink liquid, if I had to guess what it was I would guess pink lemonade although I had no intentions of drinking any of it, Ms. Wilson was just too strange to trust.

“No thanks.” I said with my best forced smile, “I’m not thirsty, sorry.”

“Drink the fucking drink you sorry looking mothafucka!”

Such a potty mouth I thought to myself as I pulled the glass to my lips and took a careful sip, I had no choice really, if I didn’t drink it I wasn’t going anywhere. The pink liquid tasted like nothing I had ever drank before although it wasn’t bad. It was very sweet with a slightly spicy aftertaste.

“What is this, its great!” I asked her as I gulped the rest of the glass down to the dregs.

“Oh, its nothing really, its just lots of sugar, some spice and a pinch of everything nice!” she said with a grin that said she wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Uh huh, funny, I get it, no really, what is this, it’s great!” as if she thought a pink drink would make me into a girl, she really had fallen off the turnip truck.

“It is a potion designed to take care of problem boys, I think you’ll find that its quite effective, I know it is.” a smug smile on her face as we sat quietly staring at each other.

We sat there for what felt like fifteen minutes as I felt myself slowly begin to slide down on the couch, I was getting tired. My butt and the rest of my body had long ago fell asleep as I kept having to pull myself back up on the couch as I kept sliding and sliding, I couldn’t help but think I could have been in bed sleeping rather than being subjected to the Peruvian death stare as I was now. I yawned and scratched absentmindedly at my chest, it kinda itched, I guess I must have walked through some poison ivy on the side of her house.

“Think its funny now?” she asked with a smile on her face, her arms crossed in front of her, she was very proud of her ‘potion’.

“Oh yeah, this is a riot!” my voice cracked a few times, strange since my voice had changed several years ago but this was a very strange night.

We returned to silence and I returned to sliding down this damn couch. I pulled myself back up on the couch, felling my butt as I did, damn I was getting fat, my butt and hips were really flabby for me, I’d have to take care of that soon, it even looked like I was even growing boy boobs. I crossed my arms across my chest, they seemed really small and looked as though they had no hair although I knew I had very big, hairy arms, must be the poor lighting and I’m tired.

I reached up and massaged and scratched my face, even it was falling asleep, I was really growing tired of this, that and my constant falling off the couch. I slide down one last time, almost falling on the floor as I did. I pulled myself back up, as I did, I felt my feet come off the ground, sitting on the couch, my feet didn’t reach the floor!

I looked down at my feet to see what the problem was, what I saw needless to say shocked me. My shoes were sitting on the floor, my feet were no longer my feet, they were the smallest feet I had ever seen, in fact if they didn’t move when I willed my feet to move I wouldn’t have believed they were mine. My eyes slowly traced there way up my legs and hips, my legs were so tiny, my pants fit so poorly, in fact when I moved my legs for a better view they almost fell to the floor. I looked at Ms. Wilson in shock.

“I’m… what… what’s happening?” I managed to stutter in fear, noticing the strange tone of my voice, it came out very soft and extremely girly.

“You look surprised dear, it’s quite simple, why not take a longer look sweetie.” she said, a huge Cheshire cat grin on her devilish face.

I traced my eyes and hands up and over my body, I was tiny. My hands found there way to my chest, boobs… I don’t have boobs I thought in a panic as I felt the massive globes on my now tiny chest. I have boobs, my hands felt my hips and butt, I have curves, oh shit! It dawned on me, please be there, please be there… my hands found my crotch, my penis was gone, only a slit remained, I was a girl.

“I’m… I’m a girl!” I shrieked, “Please, please change me back, please!” I pleaded with all my heart, how she did this I’d never know.

“I can’t do that, besides, you make such a sweet, beautiful little girl!” she taunted as I felt up my body in a panic.

I stood up to look at my reflection in the window, nearly falling flat on the ground as the weight of my new boobs combined with my massive pants tangled around my tiny ankles. Ms. Wilson stood next to me as I stared hard in the mirror. If Ms. Wilson was 5’7”, I couldn’t be more than 4’10” or so, she had made me almost a midget. A large pair of boobs hung from my now tiny chest, even my skin tone had been altered, where I had once been tan I was now far lighter. I stared into my eyes, they were now a dark green like hers, even my face had been drastically altered, I now had very kissable, feminine lips on a small dainty face, framed by arched eyebrows and my once sandy brown hair was now raven black and cut in a feminine page boy style, at least it wasn’t long. I stared at myself speechless, I was a girl, a midget, a fucking midget and a girl, shit!

“You need better clothes than that Virginia.” Ms. Wilson stated matter-of-factly as I stared in shock at my reflection, it had to be acid, it had to, this was way too trippy.

“Virginia,” I asked in my sweet, girly voice, “What kind of name if Virginia?”

“it’s a beautiful name that matches the new you dear, get used to it, it’s yours sweetie!”

“But I’m not a girl!”

“You are now, get used to it, now lets do something about those clothes!” she waved her hand across my face and I could feel a strange tickling sensation across my skin as my clothes shimmered in a strange light and then disappeared.

I could feel a strange sensation across my chest as a bra formed around my huge boobs, a pair of cotton panties around my new privates. My shirt slowly turned into a light pink blouse that fit my new shape tightly, a silk skirt forming around my legs and hips, its hem falling to just above my knees. I could feel my old socks get thinner and thinner as they slowly grew up my legs like vines forming a pair of sheer nylon hose, the feeling indescribable as they slide over my shaven legs. When it finished, I could see I was wearing make up for the first time, I had a nagging feeling that it wouldn’t be my last either.

My reflection was pure girl, I looked like I was sixteen or seventeen although I was the size of a middle school girl, I looked like jail bait. .

“What is going to happen to me, what am I going to do now?” I wanted to start crying, must have been the estrogen that was sweeping across my body.

“To your family you’ve always been Virginia, they wouldn’t expect any different, as for tonight, they know your out late because you were doing community service with the church, they know you’ll be late.”

“Please,” I begged from my knees, “Please change me back, I’ll be good, I promise!” I was pleading for my life, I gave her my best puppy eyes.

“Not a chance sweetie, you’re a girl now, you’ll always be a woman, don’t make promises you can’t keep, get used to the feel of skirts and dresses, now get the hell out of here Virginia before I do something you’ll regret!” her face and her hand gestures told me it was time for me to make my escape, I did.

That was by far the worst night of my life, mind you not that I don’t like being a girl because its alright, its just that no straight guy should ever have to endure what I went through. That night, walking home in the dark, the breeze blowing my skirt against my nylon encased legs, the stares of the guys, everything being so damn big, the sound of my, my heels clicking on the pavement, all of it I would do just about anything to forget.

My body and the world’s perception of me wasn’t the only thing she changed, it seemed that the entire town around her house and mine had been changed too, not only would I have to go to school the next day as a girl, I’d have to do it in a new town, in the middle of a semester. I couldn’t help but think that Ms. Wilson had gone way out of her way to fuck me over for one little prank.

The alarm clock in my room went off way too soon, signaling the first day of the rest of my life. My room had been changed also, while it wasn’t the most feminine room I had ever seen, it certainly wasn’t the room any boy, gay or straight would ever be caught dead in. The walls were a light pink, with small white flowers on them, my bed spread the same color.

I swung myself out of bed, the strange sensation of boobs on my chest and my feet not even coming close to the floor greeted me and reminded me of my, how shall I say, lower status in life. I grabbed for a t-shirt, my body instead grabbed a silky bra. I wanted to wear a pair of boxers but all I had was panties, I had no choice. Wearing my very feminine lingerie I moved to the closet. I pulled out the least offensive blouse in the closet, the soft blue blouse fit snuggly but not too tight. I pulled on a pair of woman’s jeans, the denim fitting perfectly against my shapely hips and waist, small flowers adorned the pockets. Everything was so damn big, why did I have to be so small…!!!

I ran a brush through my hair and made my way to the door, I almost made it.

“Virginia, where do you think you’re going, your face is a mess and you don’t have your purse!” smiled my mother, ah, the pleasures of being a single child, those pesky parents, always watching.

“But…”

“No buts Virginia, its your first day, please try to look your best.”

“Fuck!” I started to walk up the stairs.

“What dear…”

“Nothing mom, nothing…”

I walked back in my room and stared long and hard at the assortment of powders and liquids and all sorts of girly shit I had no clue how to use. It took a few tries but eventually I got it right, some mascara, some blush and some lipstick and a dab of perfume and it was back down the stairs for me… and right back up, apparently jeans weren’t good enough for the first day of school.

I pulled on an knee length skirt that was white and light blue with lots of flowers. At least if I was going to wear a skirt it would be a pretty floral skirt and no one would see my ass. I pulled my socks off and pulled on a pair of white sandal heels, they were very strappy and with their two inch heel raised my height up to right about five feet, oh yeah, I’m a fucking midget.

The walk to school was uneventful if you can call a boy walking in a skirt and heels for the second time in his life uneventful. Just the sound of my heels clicking on the pavement was enough to send shivers down my spine, the strange way you walk on your toes, I can see perfectly clear why women seem to hate heels, now that I’m one I figured I join the group hate.

Ms. Wilson had at least done me the service of having a class schedule ready for me, unfortunately it was the class schedule for a girl. Chorus for first period, US History second, Gym, that would be a fun experience, at least I’d see some naked chic’s and finally Home Ec. I didn’t think Home Ec. even still existed, I thought that went out of style with mutton chops and afro’s, apparently I was wrong.

I walked into what I assumed was the chorus room, I followed the girls and the gay boys, they must know where to go! I guessed right and guess what, surprise of all surprises, who should be my teacher but the great Ms. Wilson! Apparently in her altered world she had added herself to this town too only as the chorus teacher. Add on to that that I have never sang in my life and you get the quick feeling in the pit of your stomach that you’re… if you guessed fucked, give yourself a pat on the back!

She was standing there in her typical dress, looking all proud, she gave me only a cursor glance as I handed her my schedule to show I belonged in her class. With a dismissive glance she ordered me to sit in the front row next to a slightly rounded girl with nerdy glasses. If the Pillsbury doughboy had a sister that’d be her.

“Hi, I’m Teri, what’s your name?” she asked with a bubbly smile.

“Jenny Craig, uh, I mean Virginia S Thompson, I’m new here.” I gave her a polite smile, you know the airline rule on charging obese people for two seats, well, they should implement it in school too.

“What grade are you in, I’m a senior!” Teri said with a grin as she reached into her book bag for her song book, I found I had a book sitting in front of me on a music stand, gee, how convenient.

“I’m a senior too…”

We were cut off by Ms. Wilson starting class.

“We have a new girl with us today, I’d like you all to give Ms. Virginia Thompson a warm welcome!”

No one moved or said anything, nice intro.

“I’ve known Virginia for a few years, she’s a great singer and a good kid, I’m sure you’ll all like her a lot!”

Great, just what I need, my first day of school and everyone already thinks I’m a teacher’s pet, did I mention I was screwed.

The first song we had to sing I think I just kept my mouth open like a fish with a hook in its mouth. I got a little more adventurous with the second and third and I found that I was actually able to sing all of the songs. In fact I found that my voice was able to hit and hold notes that no one else was coming close to. I hate to admit it, even now because of pride but it was right then in that class that I began to feel, even only hours after my change, that I would enjoy my life as a girl a lot more than I had suspected and even, gasp, more than I had as a guy. By the end of class I had wowed them all with my voice and my range and unfortunately I had wowed a few of the guys, a few of them were brave enough to say something.

I made a bee line for the door, walking as fast as my heels and my swaying hips and boobs would let me, meaning not very fast as soon as the class bell rang.

A few of the boys made some weak passes that I brushed off with ease although I may have bruised some egos in the process. The rest of the day and the next few weeks passed with little to no incidents. My mother had backed off her ‘dress code’ after she realized that I wasn’t going to follow it and she even didn’t make me go to every church meeting, a relief for me. School had never been a problem for me in the past, I had always been plenty smart but now that I had no distractions I found I was excelling, Ms. Wilson had at least given me a perfect GPA for my transcript and with the amount of studying and actually paying attention in class, I was suddenly a threat for straight A’s and valedictorian. When the semester came to an end, I had received straight A’s, even in chorus where a silent Ms. Wilson kept an eye on me every waking moment of class. I was even beginning to look forward to the recitals although it meant I’d have to wear a dress, I had to suppress a shudder even as I write these words. It seemed as though by becoming a midget girl I had turned my life around, for once, instead of excelling on the field, I was winning where it really counts, in the classroom. Even my social life was okay, everyone pretty much left me to my own devices, I think all of the boy’s thought I was a lesbian and all the girls thought I was polite, but too good for them, either way, it didn’t matter, I was one semester from graduation and if I turned in another good semester maybe, just maybe I might get to become a guy again.

All my plans went out the window with Christmas break.

“Virginia,” my mother had called as I sat in my room reading one of Stephen Ambrose’s books and listening to Brahms, “I need to speak with you for a second, can you come here please?”

I thundered down the stairs, if you call a ninety pound girl running down anything thundering.

“Ms. Wilson, you know, the young woman from church, she broke her leg and she needs some help around the house, I thought you might like to help her over the break.” She gave me one of those, you are going to do this, shut up and accept it.

“Yeah sure…” I had said, accepting my fate, knowing that Ms. Wilson was bullshitting about her leg, she was just fine, she’s a witch, had to be a trap.

So the next day I packed a few bags to move in with Ms. Wilson over the break, if this wasn’t sucking up to a teacher then I don’t know what is. She opened the door and let me in without a word. We both sat down, she in her chair, me on that damn couch.

“So… how’s classes…” she asked awkwardly.

“Uh… they’re good, yeah…”

She gestured to a tea set on the table before me, I was understandably nervous about the tea, after all the last time I had drank some of her drinks I had become a midget girl. She set my mind at ease by pouring herself a cup from the pot first and sipping it before I took a sip of mine.

“I wanted you here to offer you a proposition of sorts, you see, I’m getting ready to retire and I’m looking for a replacement, I was wondering…”

“You want me to be a witch.”

“Uh yeah, you see, I want to get married and the witch coven’s covenants ban women from being witches and being married, its one or the other. I’ve been a witch for 372 years, I’m ready to settle down and raise a family, however before I can do that, I must train a replacement, I was hoping you might…”

“I might take your place…”

“Right, now I understand the price you’d be paying, I’d do anything for you…”

“Like make me a man?”

“No, I’m afraid you can’t be a witch and a man, if you refuse, that’s understandable, you’ll go back to being a boy at then end of the school year and you’ll never hear from me again, but if you want, this is a once in a thousand lifetime opportunity. I’m not saying it isn’t hard work, it is, but it is very rewarding and fun but I’m just ready for a normal life again.”

“And if I say yes…”

“Then this next month, this break, I’ll start on your schooling, you’ll become my apprentice and I’ll teach you the ways of magic.”

“And if I find it isn’t for me will I be allowed to back out?”

“Oh course, I’d never force you into something you don’t want,” I gave her the death stare, “I mean that you haven’t earned!”

“Fine, I’ll give it a shot.”

“Oh good, well, I’ve already arranged your things and your room so please uh… make yourself at home and relax until supper.”

I suppose I should have been flipped out by all this but after all I had been through the last few months, nothing seemed out of place anymore. If I was to become a witch than a witch I’d become.

The dress code for witch school was and this is stereotypical, but a long, flowing black dress, and yes, I did adjust to wearing a dress, its actually quite comfortable and a black robe. All I needed was a broom and I’d be set. During the day we mixed and fermented potions made of all sorts of weird stuff, I practiced using a wand, I even got to torture Rachael’s, (Ms. Wilson’s first name, she insisted I use it from now on) cat Smokey and turn him into all sorts of weird shit.

In the evenings after eating and cleaning with magic I found my way to a massive library in the basement of her house for individual study. The hours and days I spent in that dungeon reading from ancient texts in languages I didn’t even know existed blew my mind. I now knew most of the worlds languages and was fluent in them, had an advanced understanding of math and of course a blossoming knowledge of magic and witchcraft.

The magic worked in ways I didn’t expect either, it helped to no longer have to ask people to get things down for me, like in the supermarket, when no one was around, I’d pull my wand out and get things down like that rather than having to ask some guy to come help me get it down because I was only 4’10”.

By the time I had to return to school, I had progressed well beyond the point any normal person should go in the acquisition of knowledge. While I was by no means ready to be a full fledged witch, I was well on my way and had definitely struck the final nail in the coffin for my manhood. Every day I wore a dress and learned more ways of the witches, the less and less I wanted to be a guy. In fact, I have to say that the last time I really desired to be a guy was the night before I moved in with Rachael. You can’t start to live until you relax and accept yourself as who you are and I think its safe to say that as I went back to school on that first Monday in January, that I was at peace with Virginia and had even grown to love her.

I was sad when I had to move back in with my mother, she had by now gotten a new boyfriend and they were making all kinds of noise well into the night as I continued my studies for witchcraft. That first day I was a changed woman. I was eager to go to school as I got dressed it was the first day back and I was determined to spend my last semester of school as normally as possible, I was going to live the life that any other high school girl might live, clothes, make up, cliques, even boys, especially boys. As I had relaxed and accepted myself as the girl I was, I found that my mental barriers preventing me from reaching my true potential had fallen and I started to feel urges and desires I had never had for guys before. I had felt them for girls before, but not feeling anything for girls and admiring guys for the hunks they were was quite a change, although, I have to admit, a change for the better.

So on that first day back I pulled on a pair of hose and a little black dress. It was an A-line dress that fell to just above my knee, with a deep v-neck that exposed plenty of my ample c-cup boobs, they really felt like monsters. I brushed my hair until it was perfect, did my make up to perfection, slipped on a pair of three inch black pumps and made the walk to school, a spring in my step that I hadn’t had in a long time.

Everyone, including Rachael, I mean Ms. Wilson noticed a difference, even the cute boy, Bryce Smith who sat several rows over. He complimented me after class, he called me every name in the book and I blushed at every one, he was so cute, especially the way he seemed to stumble over some of the words. School that day was the most fun I’d had in along time, probably ever. Several days later, Bryce invited me to the movies, he didn’t call it a date, but soon thereafter we started seeing each other with more and more regularity.

I met up with Rachael everyday after school to continue my studies. I had progressed to the point where it was less a teach and learn situation as it was a joint study session. We had so much fun together, I couldn’t even imagine how in the world I had despised her so much to as to actually want to cause her harm. As spring came and passed, Bryce and I went to prom together, I wore a deep red satin gown and beautiful three inch heels that made me all of a respectable 5’1” which meant that my face came up to about his stomach instead of his crotch. I became a complete, unashamed woman that night, I used magical protection just incase as we made love to each other like the passionate school children we were. I had had sex as a guy before but this was indescribable, ignoring the pain of the transformation, I couldn’t imagine after that night how any woman would ever want to be anything less than a boy’s girlfriend forever.

But all good things come to a end and so too did the school year. After prom, school went faster and faster until finally it all started to come to an end. Our chorus recitals went off without a hitch, I had the most fun of my life, sex not included, singing on the stage in front of all those people, if you had told me only one year before that the highlight of my high school career would have been singing in the chorus in a beautiful dress I probably would have punched you as hard as I could. So I might have been the smallest girl in the school and I was a girl, I still had a blast.

Graduation came and with it came goodbyes to Bryce and all of my friends I had made second semester. Bryce would be going to college out of state and we’d likely never see each other again but we’d still have Paris, I mean prom night. I would be attending the local university where they had a top notch journalism school where I’d follow in the footsteps of my hero, Hunter S Thompson, minus some of the coke and the suicide part.

I was the valedictorian and with that honor came the speech. I thanked all the usual suspects, my mom, all of my teachers, the Academy, etc. The one person though, the one who meant the most would have to settle for a private thank you, I could never thank Rachael enough. I was wearing a long dark green dress and high heels that made it possible for me to almost see over the podium. She was in a long flowing red dress, the picture of us after the ceremony will forever occupy a space on my desk or my wall, wherever I may be or go.

Shortly after graduation, she and her fiancé had their wedding, Rachael choose me to be her maid of honor. I was needless to say I was honored. She was a beautiful bride, her long white silk dress flowing behind her as her hunky fiancé waited for her on the alter. She was a lucky woman and I think she’d spend her retirement right. As for me, for one thing I learned to enjoy the things woman can wear and do that no man can. I wear dresses whenever I get the chance, maybe after a few centuries they might lose their novelty but for now, I will remain enamored with being a beautiful woman.

Rachael reminded me that I could change my body to any proportion and size but I’m happy the way I am, I don’t know, I kinda hate being short but it is who I am so what the hell. As for school, I know that I can’t get a disease or pregnant so you could say I had a blast at college. I worked my ass off for the school paper and am currently working as a freelance writer. If you hear about a midget writer riding Harley’s or getting arrested for drug abuse you’ll know it was me. Okay, maybe not the drug abuse but certainly the Pulitzer. And if any stories about boys becoming girls, that wasn’t me either!

The Chinese Food Restaurant
El Guapo

Have you ever noticed that only girls work at Chinese food restaurants. Have you ever noticed that even in small towns with almost no minorities there always seems to be plenty of Chinese girls to work at the restaurant. This though and many dirty thoughts about the same girls pervaded my mind on many a trip to the local Chinese restaurant until finally I got up the nerve one day to ask that very question. And I can’t say I’m too surprised by the answer either, after all this is a BigCloset story.

“Excuse me miss, please don’t mind me asking, but how are there so many Chinese waiters working here when there are only nine hundred people in this town?”

“Well sir, please, let me show you, my name is Mi Su Yu and this my family business, follow me.”

She was about five foot even, she was wearing a red House of China shirt and a pair of khaki women’s pants that fit her modest curves. I followed her into the kitchen where she proceeded to give me the tour.

“Once I show this, you become employee, ‘kay!” she looked up at me as we walked through the door.

“Okay, sure, whatever you say!” I said laughing at her joke as we toured the kitchen.

“This my brother, he cook” the waitress said, “His name is Mi Kuuk Cat, he top chef and boss!” she said as she introduced me to a smallish Asian man about five foot five or so with cropped black hair and a skinny build.

“Hello.” Mi Kuuk Cat said curtly, “Welcome to House of China!”

“Thank you,” I said politely, “It is neat to see how this place works, but you didn’t answer how you get so many Chinese waiters.” I said, curious to see if they would answer my question or not.

“I answer that question, come with me.” Mi Kuuk Cat said as he pointed to a room in the back. “Please step inside the room so I show you waitresses, okay?”

“Sure,” I said as I stepped inside, I’d go anywhere to see some of their waitresses I thought as the door slammed shut behind me.

“Hold still meester, you be waitress soon…” the man said as he fiddled with some controls outside the room.

“Hey,” I yelled as I pulled on the door, “Hey, let me out, what are you doing!”

“Please, I let you out when you waitress, okay!” a pink gas began flowing out a vent in the ceiling, I couldn’t help but breathe it in.

I thrashed on the floor choking, I couldn’t breathe, they were gassing me for asking where they got their waitresses. I gasped for breathe, unable to breathe as I thrashed on the floor. I finally blacked out, convinced it was the end.

“Misha, Misha wake up!” I opened my eyes to see a very angry looking Asian man.

I looked up confused, where was I, what had happened.

“Misha, you work at four, no sleep, work!” the man yelled.

I looked around, I was dressed in a pair of khaki woman’s pants, the material clinging to my large hips and butt. My boobs pushed against the fabric of my bright red House of China shirt. I sat upright, my jet black hair pulled back in a pony tail.

“Look at you self Misha, you look like sheet!” the angry man yelled, he towered over me, I felt so small.

I pulled out my compact from my purse and fixed my makeup and my hair and started my shift, happy to work another day at the House of China.

“Misha, Misha customer please!” a lady yelled out, it was Mi Su Yu, our resident law student and manager of the waitresses and she wanted me to help a customer.

“This Misha Suk Yu, she’ll take care of ALL of your needs sir, please follow her.” she said to the massive white man.

“Follow me sir,” I said to the huge white man, “You table dis way?”

I walked slowly to his table, knowing he was watching my butt, I swayed it side to side giving him a show to go with his dinner.

“Excuse me miss,” the man said as I walked, “Please don’t mind me asking, but how are there so many Chinese waiters working here when there are only nine hundred people in this town?”

I just smiled and shook my head, “Well sir, prease, let me show you, dis family business, follow me, once I show dis, you become employee, ‘kay?”

Note: this is making fun of a particular Chinese food joint I frequent and is no way an insult or derogatory story intended to insult people of Asian culture. Use of stereotypical language is not used to insult but to provide some measure of humor to the story. If I insulted, I apologize.
El Guapo

What happens when an evil doctor abuses her knowledge to forcibly transform her patients? Why don't we ask a insider, a person with firt hand knowledge of the Smith Scientific Corperation and the inner workings of the most secrative medical labratory in the US today.

Dear Daily News,

I am writing this letter in the hopes that you will be able to stop the evil that is permeating throughout the company I once loved. Margret Smith was a scientist, a demented scientist. After years of listening to feminist propaganda she had decided that all boys were diseased and needed to be rehabilitated. To accomplish this she kidnapped random boys and through a scientific breakthrough only she knew about created women out of them. She enjoyed her work and loved watching them transform. Had I known this I would have never taken the job at Smith Scientific Corporation. I found this transcript in the archives the other day, Margret keeps very detailed records of all interviews, transformations and after life of all of her “patients”. This is the story of a Greg Norton and the young lady he became. I have tried to recreate the story from tapes, transcripts and reports in the point of view of the late Mr. Norton. All I can say is I hope that one day such a fate does not befall me. I have included this composite transcript in the hopes that you will get the word out and save us all before it is too late!

Yours Truly,
Tom Sanford, VP Smith Scientific Corp.

After Treatment Form 00714, Greg Norton

Greg Norton, Age 24, Height: 6’3” Weight: 210lbs Sex: Male

NOTES: Mr. Norton came in complaining of many ailments. I diagnosed acute gender malnomicitius, the only treatmeant for it was complete transformation from male to female. The patient was hostile but after sedation treatment went off without a hitch. Mr. Norton is now a healthy, adjusted member of society.
SIGNED: Dr. Margret Smith

Note to Daily News: acute gender malnomicitius is a created disease used by Marge to forcibly change men into women without their consent.

TRANSCRIPT:

“You are going to become a girl, but don’t worry, you’ll learn to enjoy it, its not that different, it’ll just be new.”

I could feel the soft, cool liquid coursing through my veins. I could feel my body begin to shift as my legs were lifted off the ground. I felt smaller and smaller even as my hips and my ass began to swell.

“Finish the drink please,” she said with a smile as I complied slowly, “You like it don’t you, it’s made with lots of sugar, a pinch of spice, you could say it’s made from everything nice.”

I could feel a pair of fleshy mounds erupt from my shrinking chest as hair started to flow from my scalp. Strands of fine, silky hair fell over my face as auburn tresses flowed over and down my shoulders. She didn’t need to finish her description because I knew what she was saying even as it happened.

“You’re being fed everything little girls are made of!” she cackled wildly as my body continued to alter.

“Why…” the soft soprano my voice had become shocked me into silence.

“Why my dear, girls are so much better than boys, boys are only getting into trouble and causing distractions while girls are so sweet and considerate. Once you’re finished you’ll never be a nasty boy again, you’ll be too concerned with being a prissy girly girl, clothes, makeup and boys to ever cause trouble again!”

I tried to struggle but I couldn’t move a muscle, apparently the drug had caused some form of paralysis.

“You trying to struggle is so cute, you should see yourself!”

“Why am I still shrinking?” I asked in panic.

“Oh my dear, you’re going to be mommy’s little girl, to rehab a nasty bow and fix his dirty mind he must be raised a girl, you my dear will enjoy all the privileges that every little girl should have.”

The changes had started to slow. I looked myself over, my boobs had disappeared, I was now a small child, I looked to be about six or so with long auburn hair and a small body. I was probably small for my age.

“Oh my baby, you’re almost finished, soon you’ll be mommy’s little girl.”

Note: It’s standard practice to place a newly changed man with a small girl to learn from, as the drug interacts with the new emotions the victim is feeling it powers more rapid mental changes in the patient.

She unhooked me from the infernal chair and carried me out of the lab and too her car. She strapped me into a child’s seat and we started to drive, I was too small to look out the window.

“I know you can still understand me Todd so I’m going to tell you what is happening, we are going to my house where you will enjoy playing with other girls your age, I guarantee you’ll like it.”

We pulled into the drive way and she pulled me out of the car. Another woman was there with a small girl like me. I was put in a pair of girls shorts and a girls t-shirt.

“Hello, I’m Kim, what’s your name?” the small brunette girl asked.

“Todd, piss off!” I wasn’t interested in talking with a six year old girl who was bigger than I was.

“Would you like to play house with me?” she handed me a doll.

“No!” I turned my back on her.

“Please, it’ll be fun, you can be the mommy…” she looked like she was about to cry and I did want to play.

“Oh alright, but only if I’m the mommy!”

“Great, you need a better name, Todd is such an ugly name, it sounds like a boy’s name!” I shuddered at the mention of boy, I didn’t want to have a boy’s name.

“Okay, how’s Amy?”

“I like Amy, okay mommy Amy, lets play!”

“Hey girls!” a voice interrupted it was Kim’s mom and she was followed by the monster, “Kim, you want me to do your nails?”

“Yeah mommy, please, please!” she jumped up and down.

Her mother painted her nails a bright pink. I was so jealous, I don’t know why.

“Can you do my nails too please, I want to be pretty too!” I jumped up and down until Kim’s mom agreed.

I sat patiently as she painted them the same color pink as Kim, they looked so pretty.

“Kim, you want to wear your dress just like mommy?” Kim’s mom asked after our nails had dried.

“Yeah!” and they both went up stairs to change.

“So Amy, how do you feel?” the monster asked, a smile on her face.

I had a nagging thought in my mind, it slowly grew and grew. I looked down at myself and my pink nails, what had I done, I was a guy, my name is Greg.

“I was afraid this might be necessary.” the monster grabbed me by my arm and injected a massive needle into my arm, the pain spreading across my body.

“Good bye Greg…” she started cackling as my mind went soft.

I sat on the floor for a few seconds trying to regain my train of thought.

“Amy, are you okay?” A nice lady looked down at me, my mommy.

“Mommy, can I e pretty like you?”

“Sure Amy, lets get you in a pretty dress and I’ll do your hair, would you like that?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes, yes please mommy!”

Greg slipped further and further away into the depths of his now her mind as his mind was consumed with the thoughts of being pretty and boys and nice clothes until only Amy remained.

“Mommy’s going to put you in this machine and you’ll be a big girl like mommy, would you like that?”

I squealed with delight, I’d be a big girl, I could wear my own pretty dresses and makeup and be just like my mommy.

Note: It is standard practice to age the new girls to an age where they can care for themselves so the company isn’t liable for their welfare

A flash and my body grew and grew. Large boobs grew out of my body as attractive womanly curves appeared on my body, long silky strands of auburn hair grew out of my soft, milky white body.

“Amy, your date is here sweetie!” my mom called from down stairs.

I finished putting on my makeup and my dress. I adjusted my boobs in their bra and pulled un my three inch heels. I loved Mike and thought he might be the one.

I walked slowly down the stairs to where my date stood waiting. Looking at him and his sexy body made my heart flutter and my face blush. As we walked to his car I wondered for a second what it would be like to be a boy. ‘disgusting, they never change their socks’ I though as I got in. No, it was far better being a beautiful girl with a strong man, who would ever want to be a man?

FINAL NOTES:
Treatment was successful, Greg no longer poses a threat to society, Amy is a well adjusted woman now, capable of bearing only female children of which she has six healthy happy girls with Tom. Greg Norton has been cured of his disease.

SIGNED: Dr. Margret Smith, President, Smith Scientific Corp.
COSIGNED: Tom Sanford, VP, Smith Scientific Corp.

As you can see, we here at the Corporation and indeed need help, she, oh shit, i hear her comming... send, send damn it...

-- Email sent --

From: Dr. Margret Sanford
To: New York Daily News
Date: 2 March 2010
Subject: emails from former employees

To whom it may concern,

Any recent emails sent by any current or former employee should be disreguarded as untrue and a blatant attempt to slander my company's good name. There was never a Tom Sanford working here, my secretary, Tina Sanford invented the idea of him to attempt to sell you an untrue, patently false story. Any story printed along the lines of the email you received from Tina will be met with many, many lawsuits. Thank you for your time and consideration and we hope to avoid litigation.

Faithfully yours,
Dr. Margret Smith, President, Smith Scientific Corperation

The End.

Please leave comments or thoughts, thanks,

El Guapo

The Trip

Since i have the concentration abilities of a small squirrel, please forgive the lack of basic story, just an idea i jotted down, i'll be posting a lot of these over the next few weeks, i have millions of them on my computer.

El Guapo

“Please bend over.” She asked as we both sat in her living room.

“I’m sorry…” unsure of why she would ask me to bend over.

Her name was Ms. Carrie Forsyth, but to me she insisted I call her Carrie, she said Ms. was too stuffy, her mother was a Ms., not her. I was her gofer, I did whatever she needed, no, not everything… but like chores, mowing the lawn, grocery shopping, anything she needed that didn’t include my needs. It was like I was her caretaker, although at twenty five, she was hardly in need of a care taker, I guess she was just to busy with her lawyer stuff she was always doing to get around to the more mundane tasks of life.

Getting back to the matter at hand, she had asked me if I would like to move in with her, as an eighteen year old freshman with money problems, I quickly accepted. She gave me a room, she paid for my food, all I had to do was pay for school, she even gave me a ride everyday so I wouldn’t have to take a bus or a cab. However, recently she had been acting strangely, culminating in today’s conversation, and that needle she was fidgeting with in her hand.

I had never pegged her for the illegal drug type, in fact I had never even seen her drink, making this situation all the stranger.

“Will you do it for me?” She asked, putting on her best puppy eyes.

“What is it?”

“Oh, its just something, I can’t really tell you, it’s a secret!”

She gave a giggle as if it were funny, it just made me even more nervous.

“Why?”

“Because I asked you, as a friend and as your landlord, I’m asking you to do this one favor, is it really too much, if it is, I won’t ask again…”

There’s that damn guilt… I sighed, what the hell…

“Oh, alright, I’ll do it.” To show my readiness I even turned and pulled down my pants.

I felt a prick, followed shortly by a cold numbing sensation spreading across my body, what was this… that was all I had time to think as I felt my body go stiff and numb as I fell over, paralyzed, my glasses fell off leaving me effectively blind.

“Well, I guess it works, can you speak?” a voice called out, it sounded like Carrie, it must have been her.

I tried to speak, amazed that my voice still worked, apparently I wasn’t completely paralyzed.

“What was that, I can’t see, my glasses fell off.”

“That was a very special chemical for my very special little person and tough shit on the glasses!” I tried to move to adjust my limited sight, I was stuck.

“No, really, I can’t see without my glasses, I can’t fucking see!”

“Oh, well I’m sorry, I really am, but it looks like your…” I heard a snapping sound, must have been my glasses, “It looks like your glasses didn’t survive the fall.”

I was about to yell something nasty at her when a wave of pain wracked my body, it felt as though my entire body was cramping at once.

I felt my body double up involuntarily, apparently I could suffer muscle spasms, just not move on my own, I was in agony, my body seemed to be contorting and twisting, changing. My skin was crawling, I had that goose bump feeling on my arms as I felt something tickling the back of my neck. I was able to see my feet and what I saw didn’t look like my feet, in fact they looked like a completely different pair of feet, was someone else here watching?

I moaned in agony, apparently Carrie was content to watch me suffer in silence as wave after wave of pain wracked my body, longs strands of what looked like hair fell over my eyes, long, black hair. I didn’t have long black hair and neither did Carrie, what the hell…

Finally, I felt the changes begin to slow and come to a halt. I sat on the floor, too stunned to move or do anything. Slowly feeling began to come back to arms and legs and something seemed different, off.

I felt something grab me, hands, big hands and before I knew it, I was lifted off the ground and on to a huge couch. Or at least it looked huge, compared to me it was huge. A massive blur blocked my vision, when it spoke, it sounded like Carrie, although that was impossible, I was at least a foot taller than her and the blob was fucking huge. I felt the blur put the remains of a pair of glasses on my face, apparently they had only been bent and cracked, not broken.

As they came into focus, they fell down my face, they were huge. They couldn’t be, they couldn’t be my glasses, could they, although, there was no way someone had glasses in my prescription just laying around. The blob came into focus, it was huge, I mean massive Carrie.

“How do you feel?”

“Weird… what happened?”

“Why don’t you just look?”

I took her suggestion to heart, what I saw couldn’t have been real, she must have gave me some very good hallucinogens or something. My body was that of a small girl, about ten or so. A cursory examination revealed that in this dream world I had a vagina and small beginnings of boobs. Long silky strands of jet black hair fell across my face, my skin was the color of honey, I was girl, what looked like an Asian one!

“What do you think?”

“Dude, this is some crazy shit… what did you give me?”

“I can’t tell you…”

“What can you tell me?”

“How about your name?”

“Okay?” I paused, I knew my name, my name was… my name was… my name… I thought I knew my name… what the hell…

“Your name is Meredith isn’t it?”

“Sure…” I wasn’t quite sure, that didn’t sound right, I wasn’t quite sure why though…

“You aren’t sure?”

“No, my name is Meredith, I’m sure…” now that I thought about it, it seemed to make sense, my name was Meredith, how could I forget my own name, it must have been the strange drugs.

“Now Meredith, how old are you?”

“I’m ten, I just turned ten two weeks ago!” That seemed strange too, I just dismissed it, I must be ten, I couldn’t remember any other age, I was ten.

“You’re a big girl aren’t you?”

“Yes, I just told you, I’m ten, I a big giwl now!”

Why would mommy think I wasn’t I ten now, ten was olllllddd, like mommy.

“What would you like to wear Mary?”

“A dress mommy, a dress!!!” Dresses were so pretty and soft, like me!

“Wake up Timmy, wake up, you can’t sleep all day!”

I opened my eyes, Carrie was standing over me, she was smiling.

“What was it like?”

“What…” I was still a little out of it, what was she talking about…

“The drug, what was it like?”

“Weird, really weird…” I said, remembering the strangest dreams I’d ever had, becoming a girl in a dream, that was some weird shit…

Carrie walked away as the boy woke up some more, he was perfect. The first time using the drug made him an addict, and she had the only supply, slowly, the drug would work its changes on his mind and body, and slowly, ever slowly, little Meredith would come to be. Carrie allowed herself a small grin as she prepped the next batch…

The End…

First a few words, I did not write the first version of this story, this is merely an unauthorized rewrite of the original. JR wrote the original version and the basic idea’s, plot, and setting belongs to JR, not me. I took the liberty to make any changes I saw fit to make this story more to my liking. I changed the names of those involved but the plot remains basically unchanged. Any and all continuations are my work but based upon the work of JR, not mine. So without further adieu I give you “The Vampiress: 12,000 Words”!

Here’s the link to the original: http://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=33...

The Vampiress: What Happens When You Have Eight Free Hours And A Computer
By: JR, edited, rewritten and lengthened by El Guapo
15 January 2010

Chapter One: A New Dawn

I looked up at the clock and noticed it was now midnight. What had woken me up? My windows were open, I could have sworn I closed them.

"Aw hell" I said as I stood up to close them.

"You don't know how close you are to becoming a tasty treat my sweet!" An angelic voice sang out.

My eyes darted around the room to see what was going on and who had invaded my humble abode. A ghostly pale and yet strangely beautiful, dark red haired woman came sashaying out of a dark corner of my room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

"Who are you?" I asked. She stood about 5'10, with well defined curves.

"Me? It doesn't matter who I am." She purred as she admired her long red nails.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked in a shy quiet voice, interested but concerned.

"I'm here to give you a nice bite my little delight. Come on, it won't hurt." She said, one hand rubbing her breasts. "I’ll make sure this is a night you won't ever forget!" she cackled as she began to undress, her floor length red gown falling down her curves.

Now like any teenage guy would do, I walked right towards the strange woman, ready for some action! Laughing, she pushed me onto the bed. She seemed incredibly strong for a girl. She sat on top of me as she pulled my clothes off, tearing them but I didn’t care, I was getting laid!

She kissed me slowly, her hands caressing my tan skin, massaging my taunt muscles as she started to nibble at my neck.

I squirmed under the pressure and feelings from her talented hands I seemed ready to burst. She pulled me close to her mouth, our lips locked in a luxurious kiss. She pulled away and nibbled at my neck paused and then whispered in my ear, "Now you can join us."

She kissed my neck her tongue tickling my neck, I could even feel her teeth. And then in one sharp quick movement she bit me! she fucking bit me! I would have screamed but she cut off my air by squeezing my throat, her sharp talons she had for nails cutting into my neck’s soft skin.

"Goodnight my little sis." and then she slapped me so hard that I blacked out

I woke up the next morning thinking it was all a dream. I looked at my window, the damn thing was still open! I closed it and then looked in my small mirror. There were two small marks on my neck slightly red around the marks and looking a little puffy. Could I have really been bitten? I ran my finger across the small holes, reminiscing about that strange dream. "Nah, I must have been bit by a bug or some shit, vampires don’t exist and they eat you not bite you." I thought calmly to myself.

I ignored it and got dressed. When I was getting dressed, I noticed something different though. I had trouble getting into my pants, they were a little too tight around the butt and even though my parents enjoyed calling me glow butt because of the contrast between my tan and how shall I say nether regions I had far less contrast today, hmmm maybe I can say I’m sick… But the weight gain was troubling I would have to stop at the gym.

"Too many Baby Ruth’s I guess, it’s a doooodiiieeee!!!" I yelled in my best Caddyshack impression as I tossed my belt aside. I quickly finished getting dressed and ran to the bus stop. Damn I hated Mondays, me and Garfield both. School sucked.

All during school I kept scratching my nipples. Something was wrong, I know I showered, why was I itching? Even worse were the looks the girls were giving me. “Hey look who’s growing his own boobies!” they laughed as I scratched in vain.

I had to try and ignore the itch until I could use the bathroom. At least my nails were sharp enough to scratch away the itch. All during the day I couldn't concentrate, between my butt trying to do its best impersonation of a cross between an airbag and a balloon, my pants stretching to the limit and cutting off blood flow to my legs and the itchiness in my nipples, I couldn't think. I practically flew home, raced to my room and flung myself across the bed. I hadn’t scratched this hard since the time I had the chicken pox or I did the army crawl through a field of poison ivy just to show I was immune to it. I lay on my bed and scratched my chest for what seemed like hours. Finally I took off my shirt and looked in the mirror.

"Holy mother of ding dongs!" I exclaimed as I admired the small saucers I now had for nipples.

I scratched the damn things, the small mass of jello jiggling as my nails worked on the now baby bottom smooth skin. "What in the ham sandwich is this? I didn't get a manicure!”

My nails had changed colors slightly to a soft pink and were now taking an elongated oval shape giving my hands a very girlish look, my hands looked different too, my fingers shorter with small dimples, like a child! Then I ran my hands around my butt. It was definitely bigger then this morning and softer too, very malleable and yet not fat if you know what I mean, normal, normal for a girl.

"What is happening to me?" I asked of the mirror, a strangely effeminate reflection of me staring back with no answer. I took off my pants and underwear to see my butt, but immediately noticed something of more importance.

"My wee willy wiener, oh where oh where could it have gone?" my penis was barely visible at oh, one inch or so.

“Oh mother!” I pretended to call out, “Have you seen my prick lying around somewhere, it appears I misplaced it again, perhaps you’ve seen it, maybe it went through the wash in one of my pockets?”

So I might be a little deranged but I like to see the fun side of everything. Maybe I could even post a missing sign. “Missing, a four inch phallus, on the small side, tends to be very excitable, prone to wetting itself, reward for the person who finds it!” Ha Ha, I could just see the scene, my MIA wiener appearing in a most unfortunate place, like coming out of someone’s stomach, “Alien, Alieeennnn!!!”

But in all seriousness it was definitely smaller than before. My ass was growing and my dick was shrinking. What was happening to me? I quickly got dressed again, somewhat painfully with my extremely tight jeans, and went to my computer. I played computer games for hours to get my mind off my body. It was insane - bodies don't just change like that! But nothing like live violence with my online family and friends to get me back in a good mood, after all you know, family’s that slay together, stay together!

"JAMIE! DINNER!" I heard my parents yell. I walked down the stairs and said hi to my parents, and sat at the table.

"Hey, it looks like you're putting on a little weight there thunder thighs." Dad said laughing.

"Whoa, easy there John Candy, you think you have jokes?"

"Well your pants and shirt are so tight there I thought it was Rosie O’Donnell for a second, sorry!" Dad said.

"Yeah, these are old clothes." I lied, trying not to panic them. We didn't need three of us panicking instead of just me. Mom laid out the food on the table, and we all grabbed some.

"So how was school today?" Mom asked.

"You know, same shit, different day." I said as I stuffed my face.

Dinner was fun, and no one said anything about me changing. Good thing too, because inside I was scared at the fact that Dad said I was getting fat.

After dinner I watched TV. I basically just flipped through the channels for 20 minutes before finding something.

"Jamie, what did you do to your nails?" Mom asked.

"What?" I said, surprised.

"Looks like you filed them. You're not getting too close to the girls, now are you?" Mom asked, joking.

"Nah, I just lost a bet with some friends." I said, covering up my fear.

"Oh. I told you I don't like those bets. Pretty soon you might end up in skirts if you keep it up." She said and walked out of the room.

I dismissed what she said about skirts and looked at my hands. My nails were definitely rounder and daintier then this morning and longer too. I'd have to cut them soon.

I slept that night with no surprise women biting me. And the holes on my neck were shrinking fast. Almost as fast as my penis. It was almost gone now. And my butt was too big to fit into jeans now, so I had to wear sweat pants to school. Worst though, was my chest. My nipples were huge, and were beginning to sag out from my pecks, a large mass of jello slowly advancing across my peck. I was getting scared to be seen, so I wore a huge sports jersey to cover my chest.

"Nice clothes Jamie…" followed by giggles, that was all I heard all day from everyone.

My nipples were driving me crazy, I just wanted to cut them right off. As I scratched I could feel my chest bouncing, this is getting really bad. I couldn't really stand it! I looked down at my nails during 5th period, and noticed they were more feminine then they were last night.

"How? I cut them this morning!" I whispered to myself.

I took a deep breath, and calmed myself down. I couldn't panic here in school. I had to wait till I was alone to examine myself. When I did get that chance as I lay in my bed that night, I was completely surprised.

"My dick is completely gone!" I yelled at the mirror. In its place was something new, moist folds of skin that was completely alien to me.

"Now the process will speed up." A woman said softly, walking out of the same corner the first woman had come from. She looked a little younger but still amazingly pale, long, straight, black hair flowing to mid back. She was wearing a knee length black dress with a black bow tied around her waist, she appeared to be 5’6” or so, her two inch heels making her seem slightly taller.

"What the hell is happening to me?" I asked.

"Why, you’re turning into one of us. Vampires do exist, Sort of. Just not in way you're used to thinking of."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I screamed at her.

"Now that your penis is gone, the changes will speed up. Then you will gain the attributes of a vampiress. Strength, beauty, and power all in one."

"What's a vampiress?" I asked in panic.

"A woman who needs blood for sustenance. We have the strength of many men, the speed of a cheetah and the beauty of divas!”

"As a woman!" I screamed.

Then my answer was given, not by her, but by my body. My ass expanded to the teardrop shape of a balloon! My hips exploded out to help form an hour glass shape. My hair dropped off my body, except for that on top of my head, which tinted from my former brown to a deep raven black and grew to just below my shoulders. My nipples shot out my breasts swelling to a full c-cup hanging soft but firm jiggling uncontrollably, becoming duplicates of the woman's tits next to me, and lastly, my nails finished their transformation into a picture of femininity.

"NOOOOOO!!! I don't want to be a girl!"

"It's too late. You are a girl sweetie, you are one of us!" She said, and pointed to my crotch.

I couldn't deny it; I was a girl. I looked in the mirror to see what had become of me, a young woman looked back. I appeared to stand 5’2”, over a foot of height lost in my transformation. I had lost all muscle definition and now was all curves. My once healthy tan was now replaced with a creamy white skin, almost sickly, a small layer of soft fat covering my now beautiful body. My face was the very picture of feminine beauty with full pouty lips which changed color to a natural soft pink, large icy blue eyes, long full dark lashes and soft luxurious silky smooth raven black hair. And then as if to signify the finality of my situation I watched my reflection in the mirror slowly fade until nothing remained to be seen, I was a true vampiress now.

"Now what?" I asked of her. Even my voice had changed changing from a deep base to a reedy thin high alto, every word sounding like I was singing, a very melodious sing song angelic soft voice.

“Well Jamie, that’s what I’m here for, I’m your advisor, like a sister, I’m here to teach you, to guide you, to comfort you, to be your friend, to teach you the way of the vampiress!” she spoke as she grasped me in a friendly hug.

What am I gonna do… I’m a guy, what do I say, what do I do?” I was so confused as I took in the sight of my new feminine body.

“Well Jamie, I took the liberty to change a few things like birth records and such, don’t ask how, it’s a secret you wouldn’t understand anyway, your name is now Rachael Jamie Lynn, known to friends as Jamie and she has always been a female in the eyes of the human world so don’t worry your cute head, ok?”

“What do I do to eat, can I leave the house, what can I do?”

“Well first sis, you can leave the house, while we are more prone to sunburn and are extremely light sensitive we can go in the sun light just try to limit it as much as possible, it is extremely uncomfortable but unless you have prolonged exposure it won’t be deadly. As for eating, there are many options. The National Association for the Advancement of Vampire People has made it illegal for the consumption of human blood by vampires so you’ll have to find other means. Fortunately most grocery store meat counters have all the products you’ll need, you’ll see, just give them this card and they’ll give you whatever vampire food product you want and you’ll be surprised at the selection, it’s quite a market!” She handed me what looked like a plastic credit card with my new picture and name stamped on it.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any food now would you, I’m kind of hungry…” I could hear my pretty stomach growling.

“Sure sis,” she reached into her purse and pulled out a can of what I guess is blood, “Only the finest for my new sister, grade A pigs blood, the best on the market.”

I took the can tentatively and sniffed, it actually smelled good. I sank my new, sharp, pearly white fangs into the top of the can and drained it of its contents it was actually very good but it made me a little sleepy.

“Good night sister, sleep well, I’ll see you in the morning for school, sweet dreams!”

And like that she was gone, I didn’t even catch her name she just floated silently into the night and I drifted off to a deep peaceful sleep.

Chapter Two: A New Beginning

The morning sun came too soon and too bright, way too bright, blindingly bright, so bright it caused pain bright. “Holy shit, it’s too fucking bright…” I whined as I made a lunge for the blinds.

The clock read six thirty a.m. as a peaceful dark settled back down in my room. I glanced around, my long hair dangling in my face, my jiggling boobs causing me some distress. “So it wasn’t a dream, it’s really true, it’s really fucking true, I’m a vampire, shit…”

I slowly pulled myself out of bed, my dainty pale feet barely reaching the floor, in fact they didn’t. I looked around, my room was completely different from what it had been a night before. What had been a mirror strewn on the floor was now a part of a complete vanity stocked with all the cosmetics you could imagine. My walls were painted a soft pink. I slowly made my way over to my transformed dresser, my unrestrained boobs making walking difficult. I gently placed my boobs into the cups of a satin ivory push up bra and fastened the clips like I had done it all my life.

“I could get used to this feeling!” I thought as my breasts emitted pleasant vibes from their snug nestling in the bra.

I pulled a matching pair of ivory lace boy short panties until they rested on my girly hips, the front snug on my new vagina. I pulled on a pair of ankle socks and padded over to my closet, afraid of what I might find. Lining the walls of my closets was what looked like a JC Penny’s catalog with clothes of every shapes and sizes. I pulled on a snug yet unbelievably soft white cami and selected a pair of woman’s blue jeans and a blue and white rugby striped cashmere sweater. The pants fit like a glove, tighter than I would prefer, they showcased my now massive bubble butt, their tight front pulled against my smooth front reminding me of my new sex. At least the cashmere sweater was a delight to wear, warm and yet so comfy.

“You look positively gorgeous Jamie!”

I did a complete three sixty and standing there was the vampiress from the previous night.

“Who are you, how did you get in, what…” She cut me off with a wave of her manicured finger.

“Full of questions are we, that’s okay, I was at first too, first off, my name is Sara and how I get in and move about isn’t really any of your business but for your information I opened the window.”

“Oh, okay…” I didn’t know what to say, what can you say, can words possibly describe what I felt.

“I know you’re confused, it’s okay, the mental changes take the longest to take effect but don’t worry, you’ll adapt, now let me do your hair and makeup before you have to leave for school…”

“I have to still go to school…”

“Yes Jamie, life still goes on, now sit down so I can help you.”

She pulled my hair back into a pony tail, tied back by a light blue ribbon tied in a large feminine bow. I could feel it tickling the back of my neck. She slowly massaged my face as she applied some foundation to my pale skin. I must admit it did feel good. She applied some blush to my cheek bones and some eye shadow to my pale face adding some life. She applied some eyeliner and mascara before pulling out a tube of soft pastel pink lipstick and slowly gliding the creamy lipstick to my lips. She opened a small box on my vanity and pulled a pair of silver dangling earrings and carefully placing them in holes in my ears I didn’t even know I had.

“There you look great, almost finished!” she exclaimed with pride, “I have a small present to give you.”

“Thank you…” I was speechless, to think that I was a boy only the night before and now I was a beautiful if pale teenage woman.

Sara pulled two boxes out of her purse. I would be honored if you would wear these, I opened the first box and contained inside it was the most gorgeous silver necklace I had ever seen. I fastened the clasp behind my neck, the heart pendant hanging down to just above my cleavage exposed by the sweater’s v-neck. The second box contained a beautiful silver woman’s watch, small and dainty, just like what I had become, I guess I was in shock that I wasn’t utterly repulsed by my changes but then again it might be part of the changes.

“Thank you Sara, they’re gorgeous, thanks!” I smiled, trying to make the best of a trying situation for me.

“You’re welcome Jamie, now you need to get to school before you’re late, I brought you breakfast too, now I have to go so have a good day sis!”

And like that she was gone, just fucking disappeared, did I just say fuck?, I’m going to have to work on my language if I want to make it as a girl. I sank my fangs into the can of blood and drank it slowly, careful not to mess up my makeup or lipstick. I finished the can and carefully placed it in a small wastebasket. In the past I would have tried to shoot it in like a basketball, but times had changed and had I tried, my breasts would have got in the way.

I located my purse, my purse, when did I get a purse? But somehow I knew it was mine. Opened it up and removed my pink wallet and looked at my driver’s license, Rachael Jamie Lynn, aged seventeen of 1800 Terrace Drive Sioux Springs Iowa, there I was, a female, always a female in the eyes of the law and society.

I laced up my pink and white puma’s and slung my purse over one shoulder and my pink book bag over the other and walked out to my car. I was careful to put on my sunglasses before opening the front door trying to avoid a repeat of earlier. Where there had once been a brand spanking new Ford F150 now sat a brand new silver Honda Civic with a pink front license plate that said ‘girls rule’, I just sighed and got in the car. I was amazed at not only how much closer I was to the dashboard but how much bigger everything in general was. I think if it wasn’t for my superhuman strength I probably would have just sat down and cried from the intimidation, instead I was just scared witless.

I pulled the car into a spot in the school parking lot and took a guest parking spot, evidently I was new to the school, more fun I thought as I rolled my eyes. I sashayed across the parking lot, my butt swaying side to side, by boobs bouncing around, my hands swishing back and forth, the way I was walking was sure to make all the boys shoot a load in their pants and it sort of pissed me off and yet there was a small part of my mind that liked their attention, that craved more…

I walked down the crowded halls of James Woods High and walked into the front office and walked over to the secretary’s desk.

“Hello…” evidently I inherited some shyness when I changed, I had a hard time introducing myself, “Hello, my name is Rachael Lynn, I’m new here, can you help me?” Did I really just call myself Rachael, where did that come from and why was I so quiet and shy, hrrrmmmm!

“Oh, you’re the new girl, here’s your schedule, you have homeroom with Mr. Johnson, room 241, okay, buh bye!” with fake wave and an impersonation of David Spade she shooed me out of the office and into the zoo they called the halls.

My book bag tugged at my slim shoulders as I minced down the hall, holding some of my books in front of me like a girl, I couldn’t help it, it was just instinct I guess. I heard a few whistles as I walked but other than that no one talked or interrupted me and I made it to homeroom just in the nick of time.

“Hello, and who might you be young lady?” A forty something year old man balding on top standing at about 6’, at my diminished height he cast a very imposing figure.

“I’m… I’m… Rachael… Lynn… I’m new… here…” I stammered, nervous for some reason.

“Well hello Ms. Lynn, we’re always happy to have another pretty lass such as yourself, why don’t you take the first seat on the far left row next to Mr. Norris.”

“Thanks…” I said, shyly not making eye contact, I could feel thirty pairs of eyes following me, the boys firmly on my chest and ass, and the girls staring through me as possible competition. Now that I was out of the sun I pulled my sun glasses off, I was going to have a hard time adjusting to avoiding sunlight.

I sat down slowly into the hard chair carefully placing my book bag on the ground next to my desk.

“Hello, my name is Jeff, but everyone calls me Otter” said the boy seated in the desk seated to my right, Mr. Norris, his eyes not moving from my boobs.

“Hello… and I’m up here if you don’t mind.” I said softly but with what I thought was some anger.

He looked up, his face turning many different shades of red, it was cute really, he was cute even when he did blush, what am I saying, what am I thinking, a boy cute, I’m fucking sick, stop! I yelled at the voices in my head, this can’t be happening…

“I’m sorry, I uh…” he stammered unable to formulate an excuse.

“No, it’s alright, my name is Rachael, I’m new here!” I gave him a big smile, kind of flirting, I couldn’t help it honest, it’s like I was on cruise control.

“Oh, well welcome to James Woods High, if you need a guide or anything you let me know, I’m the class president, if you need anything, anything at all…” he was clearly smitten with me and the scary part was I was loving every second of it.

Only the tardy bell could interrupt the budding relationship, its crisp tone shocking the students to attention. After a brief role call and some announcements we were released upon the school to find our way to first period. I glanced at my schedule, who ever made the schedule I was going to kill, I had band first, dancing, home economics, gym, AP calculus, AP US History, AP chemistry, and intro to music theory. It was going to be a long hard day, that was for sure, and to make it better, Otter Norris had class next to the band room and insisted on escorting me chatting the whole way and I loved it.

“Hello, who are you, can I help you?” asked a twenty something man with short brown hair with a cute (Cute!!!, what the hell!) goatee, his name was listed as Mr. Morris.

“Uhh… my name is Racha…” he cut me off.

“Oh, you’re the new girl who’s really good with the acoustic guitar, I actually have one that you can play today in the back if you’d like since you didn’t bring yours!” he gave me a kind smile and pointed me towards the back. “While you’re back there why don’t you grab a music book too?”

“Uh… ok!” I snagged the guitar and the book and found a seat next to a heavy set girl.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” I asked her gesturing at the chair with my full hands.

“No, not at all, my name’s Kristin, what’s yours… no let me guess, Kathy… no, Jennifer… no, I don’t know, tell me!” she was bubbling with energy with a pleasant smile and what seemed to be a cheerful disposition.

I sat in the chair and put down my stuff and extended my hand gently, “My name is Rachael Lynn, I’m new here!”

“It’s a pleasure Rachael!” and she grasped my hand and then dropped it and pulled me into a girly hug, I hugged back. Clearly I was changing and I had no control over it. Only days before there was no way I would have thought I was a girl, much less answer to Rachael, much less hug a girl and have no sexual appeal. Shit.

“Everyone warm up as they please but be ready to play in ten minutes!” Mr. Morris called out to the class as I opened the guitar case and began to play. I strummed the first few cords to Phil Ochs “I Ain’t Marching Anymore” before drawing the ire of the other students, apparently when he said warm up he meant do scales, not play a song, oops, my bad! Maybe it was just the song, and I started to play Neil Young’s “Keep On Rocking In The Free World” either it was received better or they just ignored me but no one said anything or glanced in my direction the rest of the session. The class itself flew by and I had a blast, more fun than I thought I was going to have even if the songs we played sucked.

I almost escaped out the door when Otter intercepted me in the hall.

“Hello Rachael!” he had a cute shy smile as he saddled up next to me in the crowded hallway, “How was your first class at James Woods High?”

I gave him a bright smile, I was starting to like this guy, I was in my first day of school in my first day as a girl and I was already taking a liking to boys and as strange as it seemed, it didn’t seem different or wrong to me anymore, it was like all my former inhibitions were gone. “Hi Otter, it was really fun, I really enjoyed it, how was yours? I gave him another shy smile.

“Ohh, it was alright but math is really boring you know, Bueller… Bueller… Bueller…” he mocked the teacher, I couldn’t help but giggle, it was really cute and sort of funny too.

“Yeah, math can be like that sometimes but look at the bright side, at least you don’t have AP Calc on your schedule!” I gave a rueful shake of my head.

I reached my next class and started to walk into the room.

“Will I see you in lunch? He asked with a grin “I have B lunch!”

I glanced at the copy of my schedule I had placed in the clear cover of my notebook, imagine that, “I have B lunch too, see you then!” and I would look forward to it too, as sick as that seemed to the last portion of the previous regime attempting to hold on in my estrogen riddled mind. My next two classes went off without a hitch and lunch arrived before I knew it. I walked into the large cafeteria and immediately noticed Otter waving at me from a table at the far side of the room surrounded by other boys and girls. I walked over, completely uninterested in the human food on display in the cafeteria.

“Hi Rachael, this is my friend Travis, everyone calls him Stifler and his girlfriend Katie”, Travis waved Katie gave me a bright smile and stood and gave me a hug.

“It’s nice to meet you Rachael, I’m sure we’ll be great friends."

She was slightly taller than me with brownish blonde hair and a cue but not knockout face and body.

“And this is my friend Chris, but everyone calls him Flounder and his girlfriend Jessica” continued Otter.

Flounder waved and kind of nodded at me and Jessica practically knocked me over with her giant bear hug, her light brown hair pulled into a French braid.

“Hi Rach, I’m Jessica, it’s nice to have another girl in the group so we aren’t outnumbered by the guys and have to listen to guy talk, it’s great to have you!” and with a giant smile she gestured for me to sit with the group.

I sat down in between Otter and Jessica, Otter put his arm around my waist, I noticed but I didn’t care, in fact I kind of liked it.

Otter and Flounder and Travis immediately continued the conversation they were having about the school football team so Jessica turned to me and all three of us girls, and yes I have begun to see myself as a girl, it just seems natural so why fight it, and started our own conversation.

“Did you see last week’s episode of ‘Gilmore Girls’ Rachael?” Jessica asked loudly trying to cue the boys to stop being rude, but that’s boys for you I guess.

“Yeah, I did, I thought it was alright I guess, but I thought that Rory’s fight with Lorelei was kind of stupid.” I answered, now I know what you are going to say but even when I was a guy I used to watch ‘Gilmore Girls’, I don’t know why, I just liked it.

“Ahhmm, ladies can we talk about something more interesting please!” Flounder interjected.

“What, like football!” Jessica snapped back.

Otter wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him and I didn’t object. He started to whisper in my ear softly.

“I know we haven’t known each other long but would you be interested in going to a movie with me tonight, I have two tickets and no one to go with, what do you think, as friends of course.”

I thought about it, I had never considered myself gay, and now in my first hours as a girl I had already fallen for a guy, oh well, I thought, when in Rome do as the Romans do. I pulled his head down, stroking his soft short hair and whispered softly into his ear, “Sure, I’d love too, as friends of course!” and I started to giggle uncontrollably.

Amazingly none of the others noticed or cared. I finished the school day on cloud nine even though most of my classes sucked. The drive home from school seemed to fly by until I realized that I had to get something to eat, I couldn’t raid the fridge anymore.

I arrived at our local supermarket and walked into the store and made a beeline for the meat counter, absolutely sure that everyone I passed saw me for what I was, a vampiress. I waited in line at the counter as the people placed their orders and then it was my turn. Fortunately I was last in line or I might have died of fright. I shyly handed the man my card Sara had given me.

“Hi, you must be the new kid Sara was telling me about, I’m Tom, what can I do for you?”

“Uhh… I need to eat… I don’t know?” I didn’t know what to say and add on to that I was extremely shy now and it made for a bad combo.

He gave me a grin “Don’t worry kid I’ll take care of you and he filled a large bag with many different cans and packages of different forms of blood I guess.

“Here you are, have a nice day and come back and visit!” he handed me the bag with a smile and like that I was gone.

I drove home in record time and spilled the contents of the bag on the kitchen table, there was every kind of blood you could imagine, jello blood, blood soup, blood puree, blood steak, blood drinks, every kind of blood imaginable. I ripped open a package of blood jello, looking for all the world like cherry jello but tasting much better to my new tastes than cherry jello would have. And naturally it scared the piss out of me when Sara walked in unannounced.

“So how was the first day?” she asked with a knowing smile, “That Otter kid sure is cute!” she had a sly grin on her face.

“How do you know about him!” I asked indignant, “You didn’t, how did you follow me!” I asked genuinely angry.

She laughed and smiled, “Let’s just say I have my ways sister!”

“I wish you weren’t so secretive, why am I changing mentally, why do I like boys?” I asked quietly, afraid of the answer.

“Well, you are now a girl, and girls like boys, besides, everything about you is to make you a good hunter, boys are naturally attracted to you, they can’t help it, we are literally boy magnets, now imagine if we didn’t want that, that wouldn’t be good, would it?”

“Were you a boy once like me?”

“No, most vampiresses are made from human females, it is very rare for a vampiress to bite a male or vice versa for a vampire, now what time is Otter coming?” she asked with an excited tone and a bright smile.

“Otter is coming for me at eight o’clock.” I smiled just thinking about it, he was soooo dreamy…

“Hey, no day dreaming about guys, you have homework and you have to get ready, my little sister getting her first date, I’m so proud.

A note on my bedroom door informed me that my father wouldn’t be home until late so I didn’t need his permission, he wouldn’t be here to stop me. Sara by this time had disappeared again like she likes to do and it was just me sitting on my soft bed. I pulled open my book bag and pulled out my calculus book. Sitting cross legged on the bed with my book in my lap I studied diligently until my phone rang.

I pulled out my pink cell phone, it was Jessica, I had given her and Kristin my number when I gave it to Otter at lunch.

“Hey Rachael, how’s the homework going?” she asked her voice very peppy.

“It’s going alright I guess I can’t really concentrate though, I’m looking forward to tonight!” I smiled just thinking about it.

“Yeah, I was wondering if you minded if we double dated, it would be so much fun, whata ya think?”

“Sure, it sounds like a lot of fun, I don’t see why not, I’ll see you at the movie then?” I liked the idea, it seemed like it would be fun.

“Ok, thanks Rach’ see you then, see ya!” and with a click she hung up.

I Was fired up, my first date, a mix of butterflies and excitement, happiness and sadness that I was no longer a guy, but a girl, a vampiress, but what the hell, I was having so much fun, maybe the grass is greener on the other side!

Chapter 3 — Mowing The Grass On The Other Side Of The Fence

After that my homework seemed to fly by and before I knew it was time to get ready for my date with Otter. What should I wear, what should I wear, I thought to myself as I browsed through my closet. I pulled out a knee length black silk dress with a large v-neck and a large black bow and full length sleeves, almost the same dress Sara wore when I met her, only the sleeves were different. I changed my bra and panties, exchanging the ivory set for a very lacy jet black set, the black thong sort of gave me a wedgie but I didn’t care, it gave my butt a good look.

“That looks very cute!” Sara chimed from her corner.

“Uh thanks, you wanna help?” I asked not turning to look in her direction, I was getting used to her presence.

“No, you have to live your own life, I’m only here to help if you get stuck and you should have the knowledge to dress yourself now.” She gave me a kind smile and a wink and like that she was gone.

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to do this by myself…” I looked in the mirror at the reflection of me in my lingerie. I never did ask her how I could see myself to do my makeup but never anytime else.

I began to do my makeup for the night applying foundation like I had done it all my life. I applied some blush and dark eye shadow before brushing on some mascara and applying my eye liner. I finished with a dark red very creamy lipstick. Having finished my face I started to get dressed, pulling the dress down over my head, careful not to get makeup on it. It fit perfectly, its hem falling to just below my knee, the sleeves extending just past my wrist, stopping at the base of my thumb, the dress shape fitting but not tight. In other words it fit perfectly. But something was missing, I couldn’t tell what it was until I looked at my unpainted nails, they would look great painted.

I had the time so I pulled out a bottle of wine red nail polish and slowly applied it to my feminine nails, giving them a sophisticated look. I painted my small toenails the same rich color, I was surprised I could reach them, as a guy I hadn’t been able to reach my toes in years.

After blowing them dry I placed a pair of earrings in the small holes and placed anther silver necklace I now owned around my neck, the cold metal tickling my exposed neck. I pulled my black hair back into a bun but left a small amount of bangs down, giving me a look I thought looked perfect.

“Otter is going to love the way I look…” I thought to myself, small warning bells were going off in the back of my mind but I didn’t care, I had changed, I wasn’t a guy any more, I was a beautiful vampiress and I liked Otter and that’s all there is to it!

A pair of black strappy sandals with a three inch heel showed my painted toes and showcased my legs well. I was ready and not a moment too soon, it was seven fifty five!

I grabbed a small black purse I seemed to own and quickly filled it with some hand lotion, makeup, lip stick, a tampon, a condom (don’t ask), my phone, and some gum, I was ready!

The doorbell rang precisely at eight and there was Otter standing there in a Metallica t-shirt and blue jeans, not the greatest outfit but he was clean and so were the clothes, more than you can say for most teenage boys. I slowly walked down the stairs from my room to the front door, the clicking of my heels on the hard wood strangely normal. I pulled open the door slowly and walked out on the porch.

“Hello Rachael… are you umm… ready?” he asked shyly blushing a little, his BMW parked in my drive way.

“Yeah, I’m excited let’s go!” I gave him a girlish hug and a small peck on the cheek before we walked over to his silver beemer.

“Allow me to get that door for mi lady!” he said pretending to be cultured or something.

“Why thank you kind sir” I played along as I slowly sat down, smoothed my dress and swung my legs and heels into the car, before I had a hard time with leg room, now it seemed like I could do laps in the front seat I was so small.

The drive to the theater was uneventful with both of us making small talk about nothing. We pulled into the theater and found a parking spot near the door. Otter rushed out of the car to get my door for me, I swung my legs out and walked to the front with Otter, his large strong hand engulfing my dainty feminine hand, making me feel even smaller.

“Gosh you look great Rach!” called the sing song voice of Jessica, she had her arm around Flounder and they were walking across the parking lot. Jessica was wearing a black pair of slacks and a pair of heels, her purple top making her look gorgeous.

“You too Jess!” she dropped Flounder and she embraced me in the way girls hug.

“You ladies ready for the movie?” Otter and Flounder laughed and asked together.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Jess and I replied in unison!

We walked into the theater, Otter holding me close as we walked.

We found seats in the far back, Jessica sat next to me and Flounder next to her. We chatted as we watched the boring trailers. I leaned on Otter’s shoulder, he had such big muscles. He was playing with my hair and with my hand I massaged his chest, tracing patterns with my nails on him. Then with a sudden noise the movie started. It wasn’t Jessica’s or my first choice that was for sure, Final Destination 3. About half way through the film Jessica and Flounder’s face ceased to be separate interties, they were merged in passionate kisses and groping. I looked over at Otter longingly, besides the movie sucked anyway.

“Hey Otter…” I half whispered, half purred.

“What… oh… okay, all right!” he said with a large smile growing larger on his cute face.

He pulled me close in a tight embrace and his lips met mine somewhere in the middle. We started slow, my lips meeting his and then I felt his tongue enter my mouth and do its work. My tongue slowly did the same to him. I loved the feeling of his rough stubble on my soft skin and as we kissed we played with each other’s hair, my hand running through his short yet soft hair. I was starting to get hot, a wetness I had never felt before was building in my panties and yet as his tongue probed the depths of my mouth I felt something else, something even more primal than sex: hunger. It was everything I could do to keep from sinking my fangs into his neck and feasting on his delicious blood. We kept playing, he was nibbling at my neck and ears and I was loving it. I moved my hand to crotch. He was hard as a rock and was making quite a bulge in his jeans. I felt his hand cup one of breasts and start to squeeze…

I squealed, surprised.

“Did I hurt you, I’m sorry…” Otter pulled back surprised as well.

“No,” I laughed, “You just surprised me that’s all!” I sat up in my chair, the movie was almost over any way. I tried to fix my hair and makeup in the dark, not an easy feat but I think I pulled it off.

We walked out of the theater, Flounder with Otter and Jessica and I.

“So how was it?” she asked a smile on her face, clearly she had had a good time with Flounder.

“What, the movie?” I pretended know exactly what she was asking.

“No silly, Otter, how was he, I’ve never seen him with any other girl!”

“Ohh…” I gave a smile that showed her I had been kidding “He was great, he really seemed like he knew what he was doing, it was great…” I had a dreamy smile just thinking about it.

Jessica just giggled, “Was he that good, I mean Flounder is good, but you made it seem great!” she smiled and giggled again.

“Yeah, yeah, Otter was great, hey, what’s with the names?”

“Well, you are now a member of a strange cult I guess,” she started to giggle at what was a joke to her I guess, “Every guy has a name in the group, Otter, Flounder, Stifler, D-Day, Bluto… you know, famous ladies men!” she continued her giggles fit.

“You’re kidding me…” I couldn’t help but giggle, it was kind of funny.

Flounder barged in between Jessica and I, “Hey Jess, you wanna go over to Stifler’s, it’ll be fun!”

“Sure,” she was grabbing his ass in public, “Would you and Otter like to come, it’ll be really fun, come with me please!” she looked at me with fake puppy eyes and then burst into a fit of giggles.

I looked over at Otter, he was shaking his head like a bobble head, I guess that was a yes.

“Sure Jess, we’d love to, it sounds like fun!”

“Why don’t you ride in my car and we’ll let the boys chat, sound cool?” Jessica asked with a smile as she started walking in the direction of her car.

“Sure,” I shrugged my shoulders “I’ll be with Jess, Otter, I’ll meet you at Stifler’s, okay?”

“Okay” he bent down and gave me a full on kiss on the lips and then we had to go.

I followed Jessica to where she had parked her car, apparently she had driven Flounder to the movies and not the other way around. She got in the small Chevy on the driver side and I in the passenger side.

“So how do you like life here?” She asked as we pulled out of the lot and onto the road.

“I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it at first but it is really great, Otter really helps you know?” I smiled at the thought of Otter.

“Yeah he is really dreamy isn’t he…” we both sat silent for a moment thinking of him.

Strange but I guess you could say I was liking Sioux Springs Iowa, I guess ‘Field of Dreams’ had it right, heaven can be in Iowa.

“Earth to Rachael, this is earth paging Rachael…” Jessica was waving her hand in front of my face, “We’re here, welcome back to this planet.”

“Oh, sorry, uh thanks, sorry I kind of spaced.” I gave an embarrassed smile, I could feel the crimson spreading on my cheeks.

“That’s okay, Flounder did that to me at first too, it passes!” she laughed and with that we exited the car and made the short walk to the massive mansion before us.

Towering columns of masonry and ornate decorations were scattered around the place. We walked to the front door where a cute boy was standing with a plastic cup in his hand, his sandy brown hair hanging down slightly in his face.

“Why hello ladies and what brings you to my humble abode this fine evening…” clearly drunk, “Jess, you look even more beautiful than ever and who might this lovely lady be?” He smiled crookedly at me but it was kind of cute.

“I’m Rachael and let me guess, you must be Stifler.” I smiled at him.

“Wow, I’m famous among the ladies, well why don’t you come on in Rachael and have a drink, it’s on me!” he laughed as he spilled some of his drink on his shirt.

“Well actually Stif’, Rachael is Otter’s new girl” Jessica said with a smile as she looked at me.

Stifler spit up some drink as he sort of laughed, “It’s about time Otter got a girl, well welcome to the family, we’re all one big family here so welcome and do please come in!”

He turned and walked back into the house and Jess and I walked in, stepping over prone bodies and trash, loud music blaring. People were everywhere.

“Stifler is always having parties with people he doesn’t even know,” she whispered in my ear “They’re fun, but not as much fun as we have when it’s just the gang…”

A small lamp was attempting to fly across the room, or at least someone was trying to make it fly, it arced past our heads and impacted on the far wall, falling to the ground in pieces.

“It’s a zoo in here!” I yelled to Jessica, fighting to be heard above the roar of the music and people, “Where is Otter and Flounder?”

“They’re probably in the pool, Stifler keeps girls bathing suits up stairs if you want, we can join them?” she had a smile on her face, she clearly wanted to visit the hot tub.

We made our way up the stairs past some passed out people and one playing a guitar poorly, Jessica pointed out who each one was as we climbed.

We stepped over an obese kid passed out at the top of the stairs, “Let me guess,” I giggled and pointed, “Bluto!”

“Yeah, how’d you guess, that’s pretty good, you’ll fit right in!”

We stepped into a guest room and locked the door behind us. Jessica pulled out two pairs of bathing suits, one pink and one purple. She quickly stripped, standing necked before me, her boob’s hanging free in a sight that would have once driven me crazy and now had no impact at all, it was completely normal. Jessica pulled on the pink bikini and grabbed a towel as I pulled on the purple one, the smooth feel of the material tickling my boobies.

We made our way back down the stairs and out the back door, made the run in the cold forty degree night and did a cannonball into the shallow hot tub, splashing Otter and Flounder who were talking to a blonde.

“Hello Otter…” I called, giving him a big smile.

“Why, hello there, you look great!” he was drinking out of a red plastic cup.

I sat down next to him, okay, I was sitting on him, he wrapped his arms around me in an embrace as Flounder did the same to Jessica.

“You wanna sip, its Jaeger and Red Bull, it tastes great!” as he handed me the cup.

“Sure, I guess…” before I had never drank, apparently now that had changed too as I took a big gulp of the drink. I nearly coughed up a lung when I did.

“Wow, that was nasty…” Flounder, Otter, and Jessica were all laughing at me, at least I did get a little buzz.

“Hey I’m going to get more to drink, would you ladies like something?” Flounder called as he got out of the tub.

“Yeah, can I get you something Rachael?” Otter asked as he got up, sliding me off his lap.

Jessica called out that she would like some red wine, “I’ll have the same if you don’t mind Otter!” I smiled at him as he walked with Flounder back into the house. I couldn’t help but stare at his cute butt.

Another girl joined us in the tub, wearing a pink polka dotted bikini, it was Katie, Stifler’s girl.

“So how do you like the party pad Rach?” Katie asked as she slid up next to me.

“Its nice…kind of loud but its nice!”

“So how was Otter, can he kiss, I’ve never seen him with a girl…” she smiled and looked right at me.

“Yeah, he can kiss…” I smiled remembering in the theater.

“So how was Flounder, Jess? same as usual?” she asked Jessica.

“Oh yeah, he gets better and better, how about you and Stif’?”

“Well, he’s been kind of busy but he has a special surprise for me later he says!” she smiled and giggled.

“Ohhhh… some one’s getting lucky!” Jessica and I both said and then all three of us collapsed in fits giggles.

“What’s so funny ladies!” and with a splash Stifler joined us in the tub, his hands all over Katie, she was so lucky, where is Otter and Founder I thought to myself.

“Well there’s the Stifler we know and love!” Chris yelled as he entered the tub handing Jessica her wine. Otter wasn’t far behind and he joined us, all three of us girls sipping wine and sitting on our man’s lap, his arms wrapped around us, I could have stayed like that forever.

But unfortunately the time had come for us to leave, the party was winding down, it was four in the morning and I had to be up for school at six thirty, not good. Jessica and I each got back in our clothes and walked out to the cars.

“I had a really good time tonight, I hope we can be great friends!” she said as she smiled and laughed tiredly, “I’ll see you in a few hours!” And with a hug she got in her car with Flounder and drove into the night.

“So, how was it?” Otter asked, a smile on his face.

“I really enjoyed myself tonight, thanks!” I gave him a peck on the cheek as he started the car and drove me home.

The car arrived at my house all too soon and Otter opened the door for me and gave me a big hug, making sure to grab some of my ass.

“Have a good night!” he said as we embraced for one last long kiss and then he was gone.

I snuck back into the house careful to avoid waking my dad and as quickly as possible removed my makeup, put away my dress and crawled under the sheets for a few hours of sleep, my first day as a girl an unqualified success!

Chapter Four — Dawn Of The Living Dead

Apparently vampire’s can be hung over and good rest like humans because when the alarm went off at six thirty I wanted to eat the first ten or so humans I came across, I felt that bad. My head felt like it was about to burst and I didn’t even drink that much. At least the shades were closed this morning though. I rolled out of bed and quickly put on a bra and some panties.

“Another pants day…” I though as I made my way to the closet and pulled out a pair of black slacks and a red silk blouse. I pulled on a clean white cami and pulled my slacks on, the pants fitting tightly around my butt and my large hips, accentuating my curves and fitting against my smooth and now normal crotch. I buttoned the elbow length blouse up most of the way but leaving the top undone exposing my cami and some cleavage.

I fastened the necklace Sara had given me around my neck and the ladies watch on my wrist. A pair of dangling earrings went in my ears after I did my hair. I carefully applied my makeup, I had somehow become skilled with it overnight, pulled on a pair of red sandals with a two inch heel, downed two cans of blood, grabbed my purse and my book bag and strolled out the door to my car, my sunglasses protecting my eyes from the painfully bright sun.

I arrived at the school in plenty of time, avoiding the last minute rush and found the parking spot I was assigned the day before. Lo and behold but who should meet me in the lot but Otter!

“How did you know where I parked?” I asked with a quizzical expression on my face.

“Well my beautiful, I’m the class president, I know these things.” He smiled and pulled me into a warm embrace, my breasts mashed against his chest. We kissed full on the lips for a few seconds and then walked hand in hand into the school.

School itself was uneventful, the highlight of the day seeing Katie and Jessica at lunch. We agreed that we would meet after school at the local mall for some girl time before meeting with the guys over at Stifler’s for dinner and some fun.

Jessica rode with me to the mall, she had to ride the bus to school because she was still drunk from the night before.

“So, did you go shopping a lot in your old town?” she asked, bubbling with excitement.

“Sometimes I guess, my friends weren’t that interested in clothes.”

“Well you are going to have a blast, the mall is so much fun, the clothes, the boys, there are always so many cute boys to admire, it is soooo much fun!”

“Are you looking to buy anything or are we just hanging out?” I asked, somewhat curious.

“Are you serious, the winter formal is only four weeks away and we need to get our dresses, are you going with Otter, Flounder hasn’t asked me yet but I know he will!”

Before I could answer we had arrived at the mega mall, and calling it mega doesn’t do it justice it was magnificent! And Jessica wasn’t exaggerating about the guys either, there were some real hunks walking around, maybe I was going to like this shopping thing after all!

We walked into the mall together attracting more than our fair share of looks from the men in the mall but none of them spoke to us and we for the most part, only a little flirting, ignored them. We found Katie waiting for us in the food court eating a salad. One nice thing about being a vampire is that one I don’t get fat and two, I don’t have to eat nearly as often as I used to.

“Hey Jessica, hey Rachael, you ready to shop till we drop!” Katie was grinning from ear to ear, “I got Stif’s credit card, I’m set!”

“Oh yeah, let’s do it!” Jessica called back and we started off into the depths of the mall looking for the dress store.

We walked in and immediately began to evaluate the dresses available.

“What do you think of this one?” Jessica called out, holding a floor length powder blue gown that positively sparkled.

“It’s nice,” I called back, “What do you think?” I held up a purple floor length gown with spaghetti straps and a nice bow tied in the back.

“It looks gorgeous, why don’t you try it on?” Katie called out from under a large pile of dresses.

I entered the changing room and quickly changed into the dress, it fit me perfectly, flowing over every curve and exposing my dainty shoulders. It had several silk skirts underneath and it fell to the floor when I stood. I walked out of the dressing room, the feeling of the silk on my bare legs positively divine.

“It looks great on you, you should get it, I think I’m gonna get this one, like it?” Jessica called out, “Hey, if nothing else, Otter will love it!”

All three of us giggled and in the end we left with a brand new dress slung over our shoulders. The dress was going to be perfect, I even had a pair of heels that matched perfectly, the dance was going to be so much fun.

Katie and we split when we reached the parking lot, Katie had to go to work, sucked for her, oh well. Jessica and I hopped in my car and me pulled out onto the road headed for Stifler’s.

“All the guys are always at Stifler’s, we should have some fun, they’ll be happy to see us…” Jessica said as I drove down the highway.

“I can’t wait to see Otter…” I smiled just thinking about him.

We pulled into the long driveway and walked into the house. Apparently Stifler never saw the point of cleaning because it looked like the marines had just invaded. There were loud noises and catcalls coming from the basement and Jess and I headed that direction. I walked down the stairs slowly, careful not to trip over my heels. The guys were sitting in what looked like it was once a bar but was now being claimed by a growing pile of trash.

“Hey, it’s the ladies, hello ladies!” came a chorus of male voices as Otter and Flounder made their way across the room to greet us. Otter pulled me into a hug and gave me a long kiss on the lips, his tongue making a cameo appearance.

“And how is mi lady?” He asked, his strong hands around my waist and on my butt.

“Good…” I gave him a flirty smile, “And how is my favorite sea creature?”

“I’ve been doing swimmingly sweetie!”

I couldn’t help but giggle at his joke and we walked back up the stairs to what was once a living room. We sat down on a trashed couch and I leaned on him/ lay in his lap. He sat stroking my hair and caressing my thighs and my butt. We made small talk about the day, I laughed at all of his jokes, he’s really funny. I was unabashedly in love with him and it was only my second day as a girl, my how easily I changed.

I played with his hair as he pulled me somewhat more upright and his lips met mine. His tongue probed my mouth and mine his. I was getting better at controlling my urges to eat him and I was enjoying the experience more and more. I was tussling his hair with one hand and playing with his cock with the other. I was teasing the bulge in the pants, stroking it with my finger making it harder and harder. One of his hands left my hair and made for my chest. I felt it slowly pull my bra down and begin to twist and pinch my nipple. I shivered with the amazing feelings my boobs were sending as his husky breathing continued to propel me further into heat.

“More…” he said, “Play with it more!” as I teased his cock.

I started to undo his pants and pull them down as he fumbled with my bra, I never knew that my skin could be so sensitive and that the feelings females got were so intense, amazing. His hands found my pants and he unzipped and pulled them down as I continued to play with his penis. With a sudden gasp his fingers found my clit and he started to thumb it. My vagina started juicing overtime and I could feel the juices flowing down my thigh.

“Uhh… uhhh…!” he placed one of his fingers followed soon by the rest until he was fisting me, at first there was intense pain as my cherry popped and then there was only sheer ecstasy!

I could feel his penis quivering as he started to place it against my vagina…

“Stop!, stop, I’m not ready for that, please…” I cried out, I wasn’t ready to be fully female, my male side had yet to fully retreat, this was the last stand, the last bastion of malehood fighting its last.

“Ok, am I hurting you, I’ll stop, I’ll stop…” He was breathing heavily as he pulled his penis back.

“I’m sorry, it just too soon, but I’ll help you out okay?” I smiled weakly as I took his still firm manhood in my hand and started to stroke. It wasn’t long before it started to quiver and then he tensed and shot his load, white cream everywhere. I started to wipe it off with one of his socks and then stopped. I bent down and started to lick him clean, the semen actually didn’t taste half bad. We both went to the bathroom to clean up, we both got dressed with each other’s help before I redid my makeup. When I was finished the rest of the group was gathered around, the guys all clustered and the girls clustered, Otter went with the men and I went with the girls.

“What were you doing…” Jessica asked with a knowing grin on her face, “How was it?”

“We didn’t go all the way but what we did do felt really good, he knew what he was doing…” I stopped and burst into a fit of giggles that Jess joined in with.

“Let me introduce you to some of the other girls,” Jessica said, “This is Jennifer, she’s Bluto’s girlfriend.

Jennifer stood about 5’4” with short brown hair and an average body but had massive boobs. She waved at me, “Hi I’m Jennifer but everyone calls me Jenny, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Rachael…” I was interrupted by Jessica continuing her introductions.

“And this is Katherine, Sarah, Jill and Tina, they don’t have any boyfriends, they just hang around, she continued in a whisper, they’re sluts…”

The four blondes, all unnatural waved at me and gave me a fake smile before continuing their conversation.

“And this is Megan, she is dating D-Day, she’s shy nut she’s really nice and very smart.”

Jessica gestured in the direction of a mousey girl of very average proportions, average all around, but certainly not ugly.

“Hi… I’m Megan, it’s nice to meet you.” Megan said quietly.

Well at least I would have someone to relate my own shyness with, “It’s very nice to meet you Megan, I’m shy too, don’t worry, we’ll get along great!”

We all intermingled and discussed boys and pop culture as the boys got louder and rowdier. Megan leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Why can’t they be more mature, they act like such little children sometimes?”

“I know but boys are going to be boys, that’s what they do.” I said as I gave her an understanding nod.

“Go Otter!” I yelled out at the group of boys, Otter had Stifler in a headlock and they were wrestling on the floor.

He gave me a grin as he got up off the floor, “Hey some of us are gonna drink, you want some wine or something?” he asked as he made for the kitchen door.

“Sure, I’d love some!”

He and Flounder walked off as Jessica and I sat down on a couch. The boys were soon back with the drinks and we cuddled as we sipped our drinks and allowed time to flow by unchecked. I looked down at my watch noticing that it was almost eleven p.m.

“Hey Jessica, I’m going to go, you want a ride?” I asked as I rose.

“Sure, thanks!” she turned to say goodnight to Flounder as I turned to Otter.

“Why are you leaving, its only eleven, the fun is only starting!” he asked in mock indignation.

“Now you know it’s a school night young man!” waging my finger at him in an accusatory manner pretending to be his mother.

“Yes mommy…” he said as he pulled me into a long farewell kiss.

I pulled away from him as Jessica did the same and we made our way to my car, passing kids from school on their way into the house for a party. I dropped Jess off at her house and headed straight home. When I arrived the house was completely dark, my father had long gone to bed and I silently made my way to my room. I carefully cleaned my face and my skin, removing the makeup and then used some moisturizer before brushing my silky hair out and pulling it back into a pony tail. Fortunately for me I had no homework and I laid down to sleep only to remember that vampires don’t need sleep so I just laid there waiting for the alarm to sound signaling a new day.

The End for now, if you want it to be continued or you have any thoughts, suggestions, complaints, etc. leave a comment and i'll try to address it,

Thanks, El Guapo

Three Days, Three Ways
El Guapo

A note to readers, don't read if you don't like poor grammar, this is a little rough to say the least.

I had an idea, I wanted to do a story for whatever reason, about a boy who becomes a girl basketball player. I don’t know why but I wanted to so I started to write such a story. The three takes below are the starts or actually the middle to the planned story. I never did write an introduction to any of them, at least not yet. What I have here is a collection of three different takes on the same basic idea. Boy is changed into girl, girl plays college basketball. Considering I’m a Duke basketball fan I based it on their women’s team. I sat down as is my custom when I write and gushed out these three topics and no discernable story or form sprung to my mind thus their incompletion. Considering there are 13,000 words written about this idea I figured I throw what I have out into the open and maybe someone can come up with a cohesive plan for a story. These aren’t stories so much as long ideas and starters for a larger plot, a plot I haven’t been able to come up with. So, if you have an idea or a preference for where it goes, let me know. If it sucks and its hopeless let me know. If I need to shred it and light my computer on fire to destroy it is sucks so bad, tell me. If there is a glimmer of hope for the story, please tell me what it is. I like what I have and I think it makes a decent start for a story but it has no structure, no solid plot, only an idea and a beginning. And please, don’t feel the need to correct me on grammar, I am well aware that I suck at life when it comes to grammar. I do not need to be told that you start a new paragraph after every quote. I know I suck, comment on content, not on nitpicky shit. If you don’t like poor grammar, don’t read it. Thanks, Bigus Dickus, I mean El Guapo.

P.S. This story is meant less for casual readers than it is for other writers to help kick this story into gear. The reason why the grammar and generally poor form is because these are notes I wrote quickly with minimal attention paid to grammar and other finer details. Oh and i'm kind of new to this and had no idea how to format it double spaced. It was double spaced on Word so i gave it the old college try, my apologies.

Day One:

“And now I have one more thing to show you on our tour…” Coach P said as we walked into an empty supply closet. “What is it you are showing me, there’s nothing here?” I asked as I surveyed the dark room, a desk and random cluttered junk from when the building had been built decades before and never seen since. “Exactly, nothing…” Coach P flipped on the lights and my world went dark from an unseen assailant. I awoke a short while later, the dim lights of the old closet shinning down on me, Coach P and a man I had never seen before were holding me down. “What are you doing, what’s going on?” I asked confused at the situation I found myself in. “Well Mike,” Coach P started with a sadistic grin, striking fear into me, “Well, you see I’ve had a hard time recruiting, good girl basketball players are just so hard to find so sometimes corners must be cut, you are the corner that’s going to be cut.” I struggled to get up but in my weakened state the man had no problem holding me on the ground as I thrashed in vain. “Why…” I gasped as I struggled, “Why me?” “Mike,” she said with a grin, “Tall girls are hard to find and you can’t change a short man into a tall girl, you can’t grow someone, you can only shrink them, so in that sense, your 6’6” height works against you, also you’re a lifelong fan and have been around the program for as long as I’ve been here and you know all the girls, so you’re the perfect candidate available, tall, athletic, and you already know the program, a perfect match if I ever saw one!” She clasped her hands in what seemed like joy at the prospect of changing me into her next star player. “Cheer up” she said as she grasped something off a dusty shelf, “At least you’re at the top academic school in the south and you’ll be good when I’m finished, it could be worse so cheer up and relax, it’ll all be over soon!” Her hand crossed into the light, a needle grasped in her hand, a large, painful looking needle. The man rolled my sleeve up exposing the skin on my right arm as he held it firmly in place, the tension from his fingers causing pain. Coach P jabbed the needle into my arm, a sharp sting spread from the sight of the injection as the fluid spread into my blood stream, a tingling, burning sensation spreading across my body like a wild fire. “Relax Mike…” Coach P said softly in my ear as I thrashed about, the burning sensation increasing causing pain in my legs and feet, “Relax and calm down, it will soon be over!” I could feel the pain in my feet shift to my legs and groin as I thrashed in agony, my body feeling like I had been thrown in a fire. I heard and felt a sickening crack as my hips ripped apart from their current width to a more feminine width. The pain spread, I was in total agony as a massive weight grew on my chest as mounds of flesh swelled, my body feeling like they were weighed down by their awesome weight. My clothes no longer fit, my shirt straining at my chest but otherwise fitting like a dress, my pants slipping down to my ankles as my body continued to change. Long hair sprouted from my scalp, the smooth as silk sensation spreading down past my shifting shoulders as I felt my face shift and change and then it stopped. I stopped thrashing, completely exhausted from my transformation, my chest rising and falling with each breath, my new boobs rising with each breath I took. “You should see yourself” Coach P said with a smile as she stared down at my prone body, “You are quite the looker, I did well if I do say so myself, only one more injection and we’ll be finished, okay sweetie!” I gave a weak hearted attempt to escape but I had no energy or strength to resist and she easily injected me with the large needle, the contents emptying quickly into my bloodstream. Coach P placed a set of headphones on my ears and pressed the play button on the attached IPod. Just before it started, in the haze of the drug I saw her staring down at me and with a sadistic smile she spoke, “I just gave you a hypnotic drug and valium, I’ll be back for you in a few hours so rest up and enjoy the music, bye Michelle!” and with that she closed the door to the closet in the complete dark, alone with the tape playing soothing music as I faded into the darkness and sleep. Light streamed into the room awakening me after an unknown amount of time had passed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes to get the shock of the harsh light out of my eyes and brushed my bangs out of my face. I glanced around and at my body, stopping short when I saw breasts and a vagina, the memories of before flooding back. “You…” I said stopping short when I heard my voice, so soft, shy, demure, so feminine, almost angelic, “What have you done…” I asked of the silhouette of Coach P in the door. “Good morning Michelle, it’s Tuesday, you slept through Monday in case you were wondering, it’s time to get up, come on, stand up, I need to get you dressed and ready.” I tried to stand, my clothes falling to the floor in a heap, my pants, socks and underwear in a pile around my ankles, my shirt hanging like a dress as my large boobs hung unsupported from my smaller chest. I couldn’t tell a lot about my body in the dark but I was obviously smaller and undeniably female. Coach P and I made the short walk from the abandoned closet to the women’s locker room. I padded across the lush carpeted locker room, the image of our school mascot adorning the floor, massive oak lockers and plasma TV’s adorned the wall, TV’s shared wall space with white boards, clean, fresh uniforms hung from each of the lockers, stacks of shoes, shorts, bras, practice tops, uniforms, all provided by Nike under the team’s contract, I passed the lockers, Foley, Beard, Tillis, and then I saw one with my name on it, Clancy, Michelle a large blue number three next to my new name, my new locker. “Sit down” Coach P said gesturing to the padded stool in front of my new locker, “This is your locker Michelle, all of the clothes and things are yours, help yourself.” She sat down on the stool next to mine, I wanted to scream, to throw a huge fit, she had destroyed my life for a game, what the hell, but for some reason I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything, all of the fight was out of me, I was Michelle now and I was just going to have to get used to it, no matter what I thought of Coach P. I pulled on a pair of white cotton panties and fastened a white sports bra, fastening the clips like I had done it all my life. “There’s a preseason game tonight at seven, I think you can make it Michelle, can I count on you?” Coach P rose and stared at me intently. I sighed, I was stuck, what was I going to do, I was a girl and I was stuck this way, what the hell I thought, I may as well make the best of it, “Sure, I’ll be there…” “Great!” Coach P beamed, “Welcome to the team Michelle!” and with a high five and a smile she walked out of the locker room and left me to my own thoughts. I walked up half dressed and walked into the showers to look at a mirror and to examine my body further. I stood about 6’1”, 135 pounds with great curves and a shapely bum, my bra’s tag read a size 36C. I examined my body, my once tan complexion having changed to a creamy white, my once cropped black hair now hung past my shoulders, a light brown. I was all girl, complete with a beautiful face and a full set of curves, my hands and fingers so feminine and graceful, as I walked I could feel the gentle sway of my hips, boobs and long hair reminding me with every step of the girl I had become. I stared intently at my face as my fingers played across it, My name is Michelle I mused to myself, I’m a girl… what am I going to do? I’m going to make the best of it I resolved silently and walked back to my large locker to finish getting dressed. I pulled on a pair of blue and white shorts, the silky smooth feeling on my smooth shaven legs causing me a little excitement. A mesh blue and white practice jersey with my number and Clancy on the back finished my look. I pulled my long hair back into a simple ponytail, holding it in place with a blue scrunchie, laced up my black Nike basketball shoes and walked out of the locker room. I made the short walk to the gym, the halls lined with pictures of past alum, both male and female who had experienced success while at the college, the halls abandoned, not even a janitor was around. I took a left out of the tunnel where the hall to the locker room meets where fans enter and walked out onto the storied court. This was the court of legends, national championship banners hung from its storied rafters, the numerous banners extolling conference championships won and All Americans of teams past. I looked out at the court, past the baskets and into the famous student section, the cramped, poorly conditioned stadium, tiny, rusty seats that regardless of the conditions or how the team was doing were always filled to capacity. I had been here so many times, I knew this place like it was my own home but now it was, from the steel platform that masqueraded as a press box to the massive new jumbotron, I knew this place but I was experiencing it in a way I never guessed I would, as a member of the women’s team! I walked out on the court to where a rack of ladies basketballs sat at midcourt, all of the balls top notch Nike’s, far better than I had ever used as a boy growing up. I dribbled the ball slowly marveling at my much improved basketball skills, dribbling through my legs and around my back with ease, something I had never been able to do as a guy. I made a few layups from both sides, making my left handed layups with ease, something incredibly difficult for a right handed person to accomplish. I swished three after three, I couldn’t miss, I was having so much fun with my new found skills that I completely tuned out the foreign sensations bombarding my body as each step made my chest bounce and the tickling sensation of my long hair on my neck. I worked or actually played for over three hours, time seeming to pass like rushing water so much fun I was having. Being good is fun, but being great is indescribable. I walked to Coach P’s office, sweat dripping from my forehead, tired from my first workout as a girl. “Hello Michelle, I was just going to go look for you.” Coach P said in greeting as I walked into her plush office, pictures adorned her walls, a cluttered desk sat in front of where she sat. “What can I do for you?” I asked tersely. “Well Michelle, I have your new class schedule, I talked to all of your professors and certain ‘arraignments’ have been made, you’re expected in class starting tomorrow, also I have your rooming information and student id and meal card for you.” She handed me a large manila envelope that contained not only my student id and meal card but also a social security card and driver’s license and passport in the name of Michelle Rebecca Clancy, aged eighteen, freshman. “You’re rooming with Foley, Jess is the only girl on the team that knows about your ‘situation’ and she’ll help you with any and all problems you may have and be there to offer you advice, okay?” she asked, looking up from her computer. “Uhhh, no, I guess, uhhh, thanks, I guess…” I sputtered and turned and walked out of the room with my packet of information, id’s and class schedule. I stared at my new driver’s license as I walked down the carpeted hall to the locker room, Michelle Rebecca Clancy, aged 18, female, from Concord New Hampshire, why New Hampshire I wondered silently as I walked into the abandoned locker room and made my way to my locker. I placed all of my id’s and other information in the packet into the pastel pink Coach purse sitting on the top shelf of my locker. I grabbed a soft towel and walked into the shower, the warm spray loosening my tired muscles and cleansing my new body. As I soaped up I avoided my new boobs and vagina although unintended touches sent shivers of pleasure through my sensitive body. I sat in front of my locker as game time approached, the other girls slowly trickling in, a 6’3” blonde sat down at the locker next to mine, sharpshooter Jess Foley. “Hi, you must be the new girl,” she said with a smile and an offered handshake, “You must be Michelle, the new point guard, welcome to the team!” “Uhhh, hi, I guess I’m Michelle and the new point guard…” I gave her a shy smile and shook her hand in a gentle feminine way. “Don’t be nervous, you’ll fit right in Michelle, I’m sure you’ll be fine, just try to act like one of the girls and you’ll be fine.” Another smile and she returned to her pregame preparations. I slowly got dressed, a white cotton sports bra and panties went on first, a pair of jet black sock for my feet. I pulled the white and blue game shorts on, the material clinging to my new hips, the cool feeling on my flat crotch was a little different I must say. I pulled on the white and blue silky jersey, a blue number three and Clancy adorned it. I tucked the jersey into my shorts and pulled on a pair of black and blue warm up pants and a warm up pullover, our team name adorning the back of the pullover. I slowly laced up my black Nike’s, tying the strings in a neat bow before standing. Shoot around went off without a hitch with all of the girls treating me with respect and kindness, taking the time to introduce themselves as we warmed up. We returned to the locker room where Coach P and her assistants were waiting for us. “Stay strong on defense and press them at every opportunity, remember, if we want to win, put them through forty minutes of hell and victory will be ours, team on three!” Coach P and all of us put our hands in and broke it down and made our way to the court. The walk down the hall to the court was deathly silent, leaving me to my thoughts, only a day before I would have been watching this game from the stands instead of playing it, now here I am in the game, the price to play was steep but I can’t say I wasn’t relishing the opportunity to play. We exited the corridor and into the packed gym. The seats were jammed packed, our famous student section going crazy, the crazy towel guy inciting the crowd, the fans screaming as loud as they could in the crowded, tiny gym, the excitement was palpable. Our opponent was Wingate College, a DII school of little renown, a walk over for us but a win’s a win. Coach P called us over to the bench for the announcement of the starting lineup. I sat on the bench, my warm ups sitting under my chair. Wingate’s line up was announced to a chorus of deafening boo’s and then our lineup was announced, our lineup was announced in a blur and then I heard it, “Standing at six foot one, the freshman from Concord New Hampshire, point guard number three, Michelle Clancy!” The fans continued to scream as I ran out to the court, my first day as a girl and I was the starting point guard for a top ten in the nation team, this girl thing may be worth it I thought as I got ready for the tip. Bale won the tip off and passed the ball to me at the top of the key, I dribbled the ball and called the play, the play called straight from my subconscious, I hadn’t studied the plays for a minute. We swung the ball out to the wing to Foley who passed the ball down low to Laura Bale who, being double teamed kicked the ball out to me, I teed up an NBA three pointer, far beyond what a girl normally shoots for a three and swished it, welcome to college basketball and girlhood!

Day Two:

“Why…” I gasped as I struggled, “Why me?” “Mike,” she said with a grin, “Tall, athletic girls are hard to find, and for this program to be competitive I need talented players. It is scientifically impossible for me to alter a girl to my specifications for you, I need size, bulk, the transformation needs material to use and absorb, the taller the male I change, the taller, stronger, more athletic a girl you’ll become. Your 6’6” height gives me a great many options, I could change your body minimally and create a 6’4” center although you would be less than stellar, however, if I accept a drastic alteration in height and body mass you’ll become a superstar, so get used to being closer to the ground.” She laughed like that was funny, I stared up at her, either she was nuts or I was in some serious trouble, “Why can’t you just recruit better, why do you have to ruin my life?” She just looked at me and shook her head ruefully, “You’ll become better than any natural girl could be, more powerful, faster, better, and besides, I’m not ruining your life, I’m making it better, I’m giving you a free education, a chance to become a star, and the chance to play Division I basketball for a top flight program and it’s not like becoming a girl is a bad thing, in fact, I’d look upon it as an improvement in your life, besides being a girl is fun, so cheer up and relax, soon it’ll all be over and there won’t be any looking back, okay Michelle!” “I don’t want to be a girl, as soon as you release me I’ll escape and find a doctor to fix what you’ve done, you can’t win…” I said in a low whisper, horror encroaching on my mind. She clasped her hands in what seemed like joy at the prospect of changing me into her next star player. “Oh to the contrary, first off you assume that after you change you’ll want to change back though I’ll tell you that the other guys I’ve changed have never thought of returning to being a man, your body when it changes releases a large amount of estrogen, permanently changing your mental sex from male to female so even if you did change your body you’d still be mentally female forever, you’ll only be happy as a girl from now on, second off, even if you should want to return to malehood, you can’t, a y chromosome can be changed to an x but it doesn’t work in reverse, once you’ve changed, you’re a girl for life, do you want to know what I’m changing you into Michelle, when I inject you with this special formula, made for you and you only, your body’s DNA is going to be changed into a new strand we designed for you, your body will melt down the existing material, changing existing components like your penis and testicles into a vagina and ovaries as your muscle mass is converted to fast twitch muscles to give you superior speed and jumping ability for a girl. The one drawback to this process is you’ll lose most of your muscle strength and definition but your speed and agility will more than make up for that deficit. Anyhow, your bones and muscles will melt into a jello like form and compress into the new shape your body needs. In this case you’ll lose about eight or nine inches of height and over one hundred pounds, you’ll be a light weight, lightning fast, explosive girl capable of feats most girls can only dream of, you’ll be the next Leslie Sparks, a female Lebron James!” she said with a grin as she grabbed something off a dusty shelf, “Look at it this way sweetie, at least you’re at the top academic school in the south and you’ll be good when I’m finished, it could be worse so cheer up and relax, it’ll all be over soon!” Her hand crossed into the light, a needle grasped in her hand, a large, painful looking needle. She rolled my sleeve up exposing the skin on my right arm as she held it firmly in place, the tension from her fingers causing pain. Coach P jabbed the needle into my arm, a sharp sting spread from the sight of the injection as the fluid spread into my blood stream, a tingling, burning sensation spreading across my body like a wild fire. “Relax Mike…” Coach P said softly in my ear as I thrashed about, the burning sensation increasing causing pain in my legs and feet, “Relax and calm down, it’ll soon be over!” I could feel the pain in my feet shift to my legs and groin as I thrashed in agony, my body feeling like it had been thrown in a fire. I heard and felt a sickening crack as my hips ripped apart from their current width to a more feminine width. The pain spread, I was in total agony as a massive weight grew on my chest as mounds of flesh swelled, my body feeling like they were weighed down by their awesome mass. My clothes no longer fit, my shirt straining at my chest but otherwise fitting like a dress, my pants slipping down to my ankles as my body continued to change. Long hair sprouted uncontrolled from my scalp, the smooth as silk sensation spreading down past my shifting shoulders as I felt my face shift and change and then it stopped. I stopped thrashing, completely exhausted from my transformation, my chest rising and falling with each breath, my new boobs rising with each breath I took. I took several shallow breaths attempting to regain any composure I might have once had, the agony of the transformation giving way to an awkward silence and numbness. “It’s all over Mike, you’re Michelle now, welcome to womanhood…” Coach P looked down at my prone form, I lay on the cold cement floor unable to summon the energy to move. “Welcome to Duke Michelle, I’ll be here for anything you might need, let me help you up.” Coach P grabbed my newly light female body up with some struggle, her hands under my arm pits pulled me to my feet. My pants, underwear and socks fell in a pile around my ankles as I rose, my shirt falling around my smaller, undeniably female body like a dress, my long hair tickling my neck and back as it swished around of its own accord. I staggered to the women’s locker room with the help of Coach P, I almost fell several times as we walked the less than one hundred feet down the hall from the closet to the women’s locker room. We padded across the lush carpeted locker room, the Lady Blue Devil’s logo adorning the floor, massive oak lockers and plasma TV’s adorned the wall, TV’s shared wall space with white boards, clean, fresh uniforms hung from each of the lockers, stacks of shoes, shorts, bras, practice tops, uniforms, all provided by Nike under the team’s contract, I passed the lockers, Foley, Thomas, James, and then I saw one with my name on it, Foster, Michelle a large Duke blue number three next to my new name, my new locker. “lay or sit down, which ever you prefer Michelle” Coach P said gesturing to the padded stool in front of my new locker and the soft carpet floor, I choose laying on the floor, my breath coming to me in short wheezes “This is your locker Michelle, all of the clothes and things are yours, help yourself.” She sat down on the stool next to mine, I wanted to scream, to throw a huge fit, she had destroyed my life for a game but not only did I not have the energy to yell but for some reason I couldn’t find it in me to be mad, after all, the only bad thing in the whole experience was becoming a girl and even that couldn’t be that bad could it, after all, over half the world lives with it, why couldn’t I? Coach P looked down at me on the floor, struggling to regain my strength, “I can give you something that will make you feel better if you trust me Michelle, I can give you an injection and it’ll go away, if you tell me it’s okay I’ll give it to you, is it okay?” She seemed genuinely concerned, in my weakened state I’d have taken anything to feel better so I rapidly gave her my consent and she gave me the injection, my strength seemingly returning almost instantaneously. “If you need anything Michelle, you know where to find me, if you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask, you’ll find I’m not the monster you think I am right now, I just do what must be done to win, I take care of my family and my players are family, okay Michelle?” she held me in a loose embrace as I just nodded silently in shock from the events of the morning. “I’d like to see you in a few hours in my office to give you your rooming information and school information, okay?” and with that Coach P walked out of the locker room leaving me alone with my thoughts in a state of near shock. I pulled on a pair of white cotton panties from a stack in my massive locker and fastened on a white sports bra, fastening the clips like I had done it all my life, apparently some things females my age would know had been ingrained in my mind as part of the transformation. I stood up half dressed and walked across the locker room to the large community showers to examine myself and my body further. My reflection stood about 5’10”, 110 pounds with great curves and a shapely butt, my bra’s tag read a size 36C. A small amount of flab hung over every part of my body though I was hardly fat, I was actually very skinny. I examined my body, my once tan complexion having changed to a creamy white, my once cropped black hair now hung past my shoulders, a light brown, almost blonde. I was all girl, complete with a beautiful face, large beautiful eyes, full pouty lips and a full set of curves, my hands and fingers so feminine and graceful, as I walked I could feel the gentle sway of my hips, boobs and long hair reminding me with every step of the girl I had become. I stared intently at my face as my fingers played across it, My name is Michelle I mused to myself, I’m a girl… what am I going to do? I’m going to make the best of it I resolved silently and walked back to my large locker to finish getting dressed, my boobs and hair swaying in time with my steps. I pulled on a pair of blue and white shorts, the Lady Blue Devils logo adorning the side, the silky smooth feeling on my long, hairless legs causing me a little excitement. I pulled on a white form fitting Underarmor shirt, the material clinging to my body, hugging my boobs and stomach in a soft embrace. A mesh blue and white practice jersey over top of that with Duke and the number three on the front and my number and Foster on the back finished my look. I pulled my long hair back into a simple ponytail, holding it in place with a blue scrunchie, pulled on a long pair of black Nike basketball socks and laced up my black Nike basketball shoes and walked out of the locker room, for my first workout as a girl. I made the short walk from the locker room to the gym, the halls lined with pictures of past alum, both male and female who had experienced success while at the college, the halls abandoned, not even a janitor could be found. I took a left out of the tunnel where the hall to the locker room meets where fans enter and walked out onto the storied court. This was the court of legends, national championship banners hung from its storied rafters, the numerous banners extolling conference championships won and All Americans of teams past. I looked out at the court, past the baskets and into the famous student section, the cramped, poorly conditioned stadium, tiny, rusty seats that regardless of the conditions or how the team was doing were always filled to capacity. I had been here so many times, I knew this place like it was my own home but now it was, from the steel platform that masqueraded as a press box to the massive new jumbotron, I knew this place but I was experiencing it in a way I never guessed I would, as a member of the Lady Blue Devils! I walked out on the court to where a rack of ladies basketballs sat at midcourt, all of the balls top notch Nike’s, far better than I had ever used as a boy. I dribbled the ball slowly, marveling at my much improved basketball skills, dribbling through my legs and around my back with ease, something I had never been able to do as a guy. I made a few layups from both sides, making my left handed layups with ease, something incredibly difficult for a right handed person to accomplish. I swished three after three, I couldn’t miss, I was having so much fun with my new found skills that I completely tuned out the foreign sensations that should have driven me crazy. The gentle bounce of my new boobs as I jogged and jumped, the way my butt swung from side to side as I moved, the soft sensation of my new long hair on my exposed neck, all of it different but I had to admit, not unpleasant, I guess you could say I was assimilating far better than I had expected, maybe being a girl wouldn’t be so bad after all. The only thing I had noticed being different was every time I looked down at the ball as I dribbled I was greeted with the sight of tiny, dainty hands, slim, frail fingers tipped with dainty, oval light pink nails, the very picture of femininity. I worked or actually played for over three hours, time seeming to pass like rushing water I was having so much fun. Being good is fun, but being great is indescribable. I walked to Coach P’s office, sweat dripping from my forehead, tired from my first workout as a girl. “Hello Michelle, I was just going to go look for you.” Coach P said in greeting as I walked into her plush office, pictures adorned her walls, a cluttered desk sat in front of where she sat. “What can I do for you?” I asked, a tired smile on my face, the affects of my playing starting to show. “Well Michelle, I have your new class schedule, I talked to all of your professors and certain ‘arraignments’ have been made, you’re expected in class starting tomorrow, also I have your rooming information and student id and meal card for you.” She handed me a large manila envelope that contained not only my student id and meal card but also a social security card and driver’s license and passport in the name of Michelle Rebecca Foster, aged eighteen, freshman. “You’re rooming with Jessica Foley, Jess is the only girl on the team that knows about your ‘situation’ and she’ll help you with any and all problems you may have and be there to offer you advice, okay?” she asked, looking up from her computer “Okay, thanks I guess, thanks…” I gave her a tired look and started to leave, “Don’t worry about your folks, they’ve been properly compensated and won’t cause any problems, they don’t know what happened to you, but they aren’t worried, they know you’re being well taken care of, okay Michelle?” “Sure” I muttered and turned and walked out of the room with my packet of information, id’s and class schedule. I stared at my new driver’s license as I walked down the carpeted hall to the locker room, Michelle Rebecca Clancy, aged 18, female, from Concord New Hampshire, why New Hampshire I wondered silently as I walked into the abandoned locker room and made my way to my locker. I was officially a girl, even the government had made me a girl, I was truly Michelle now, but where did Mike go? A quick look at the TV playing in the locker room solved that mystery, I was the leading headline for the noon news, Local Teen Killed In One Car Accident, a reporter was interviewing my parents, they seemed distraught although I’m sure what they were being paid took the edge off of the pain. It was official, Mike Foster was dead, in his place I had become a girl, Michelle Rebecca Foster, basketball wunderkind, I just sighed and sat down on my stool, too tired for deep thought. I fell asleep leaning against my locker until other girls started filing into the room. A 6’3” natural blonde sat down at the stool next to mine, sharpshooter Jess Foley. “Hi, you must be the new girl,” she said with a smile and an offered handshake, “You must be Michelle, the new shooting guard, welcome to the team!” “Uhhh, hi, I guess I’m Michelle…” I gave her a shy smile and shook her hand in a gentle feminine way. “Don’t be nervous, we’ll talk later, but I know what you’re going through, it gets better though, I promise, just relax and act like you normally would and no one will notice any difference, relax, you’re beautiful, loosen up and have some fun and life will sort itself out, okay?” I smiled, “Okay!” I said as I sat up. We apparently had a preseason game that night although Coach P had failed to inform me. I sat in front of my locker making preparations. I pulled on a new, fresh pair of panties and a clean bra. In the past I would have been thrilled by the sight of naked women and lots of boobs but now for whatever reason they held no interest to me, I could care less about their bodies, they were just like mine. I pulled on the silky smooth game shorts, the soft material clinging to my large hips and the smooth front rubbing against my flat crotch, disconcerting to say the least. My boobs sat in their cups uncomfortably and I tugged at the bra until I could get my boobs to sit in them right. I pulled the white and Duke blue jersey down over my head, my eyes catching a glimpse of my hairless arm pits. The smooth material hugged my boobs but otherwise fit loosely as I tucked it into my shorts and tied the draw string. I pulled a pair of black gym socks over my now tiny size six feet and pulled on a pair of warm up sweats. I slowly laced up my Nike’s, tying the laces in a large, neat bow before rising and exiting the locker room with the rest of the ladies. “Hi, I’m Laura!” a bubbly 6’4” brunette said as she bounced along side of me, Laura Bales was the team’s starting center and senior team captain, “You must be Michelle, the new guard, it’s great to have you!” “Uh… hi, nice to meet you!” I gave her a polite smile and she went along her way as we walked to the gym. The rest of the girls took their turns introducing themselves to me and vice versa, they all seemed very nice and they all towered over me. I felt intimidated for the first time in my life, I hadn’t been shorter than six foot since seventh grade year and here I was a 5’10” girl being towered over by other girls, all of whom looked like they could step on me and not notice, this would take some getting used to, that and not being very strong. Laura the team captain picked me up and man handled me easily as a joke and I was powerless to stop her, frustrating. Other than that shoot around went off without a hitch and we all walked and chatted as we made our way to the locker room for the pre game speech. Coach P and her assistants were waiting for us, her speech went on for twenty minutes, highlighted by her finish, “Stay strong on defense and press them at every opportunity, remember, if we want to win, put them through forty minutes of hell and victory will be ours, team on three!” Coach P and all of us put our hands in and broke it down and made our way to the court. The walk down the hall to the court was deathly silent, leaving me to my thoughts, only a day before I would have been watching this game from the stands instead of playing it, now here I am in the game, the price to play was steep but I can’t say I wasn’t relishing the opportunity to play. We exited the corridor and into the packed gym. The seats were jammed packed, the Cameron Crazies going nuts, the crazy towel guy inciting the crowd, the fans screaming as loud as they could in the crowded, tiny gym, the excitement was palpable. Our opponent was Wingate College, a DII school of little renown, a walk over for us but a win’s a win. Coach P called us over to the bench for the announcement of the starting lineup. I sat on the bench, my warm ups sitting under my chair. Wingate’s line up was announced to a chorus of deafening boo’s and then our lineup was announced, our lineup was announced in a blur and then I heard it, “Standing at five foot ten, the freshman from Concord New Hampshire, starting at guard, number three, Michelle Foster!” The fans continued to scream as I ran out to the court, the Crazies pretending to bow at me as I made my way to mid court. My first day as a girl and I was starting at the three guard slot for a top ten in the nation team, this girl thing may be worth it I thought as I got ready for the tip. Laura won the tip off and passed the ball to me at the top of the key, I dribbled the ball and called the play, the play called straight from my subconscious, I hadn’t studied the plays for a minute. We swung the ball out to the wing to Foley who passed the ball down low to Laura Bales who, being double teamed kicked the ball out to me, I teed up an NBA three pointer, a forty footer, way, way, way, far beyond what a girl normally shoots for a three, in fact an almost impossible shot for a girl, I’d have said impossible except that I swished it, welcome to women’s college basketball! I back peddled slowly down the court, my boobs and ponytail slowly bobbing and dancing with each movement. My contribution to the game lasted less than ten minutes. I was pulled from the game having scored 12 points already. My line for the night was 12 points, 4 assists, a steal and a block, not bad for less than ten minutes. When the starters were pulled it was already 37 to 4, we were on our way to an 87 to 24 rout, but what a rush, just me and the ball, forgetting all about how I got out on the court in the first place. The final buzzer sounded and we slapped hands with the other team and we started the walk to the locker room. “Great job tonight Michelle!” Jess yelled as she hurried to walk beside me, “Thanks, you too!” I gave her a big smile, choosing to ignore my present form. “Being a girl isn’t so bad is it Michelle!” she said with a laugh, “It can’t be bad when you look so good and play even better, you must be enjoying it Michelle!” I gave her a tired grin, “I’m fine with being a girl as long as we win, as for being a girl at any other time, hell no!” We both giggled and walked into the locker room. I quickly undressed and walked into the shower butt ass naked, joining Jess and Laura already in there. They both had large boobies, tits I would have been drooling over as a man, I now just found myself feeling in adequate looking at their massive boobs. We cleaned off and headed back to our lockers. I found a brand new pair of panties, a bra and a new black dress hanging where none had been before, not very funny if you ask me. “Why are you just staring at your clothes Michelle, the media will be in in a few seconds, you need to get dressed. With a degree of trepidation and anger I pulled on the panties and bra and slid the dress down over my head. It fit my body firmly but not tight, the a line dress fell to just above my knee, a small bow adorning the waist. I fumbled with the zipper on the back unable to get it. “Here,” Jess said with a laugh, “Let me get that!” as she pulled the zipper up. “Do you have any make up?” she asked as she finished applying her own. “No, no I don’t and I don’t want any, no!” “She pulled out hers and started towards me, “Come on, you have too, besides you’re already wearing a dress, it’s not that much more, just a little.” “Oh alright” I sighed as she started working on my face. She massaged a light foundation on my face, her soft fingers feeling good on my soft skin. She applied a little blush and some eye shadow before applying some mascara to my eyelashes. She slowly slid the tube of soft pink lipstick over my lips, giving them a thick coat of the waxy lipstick. Finally after brushing my hair and pulling it behind my ears, putting in a pair of silver dangling earrings in holes I didn’t know I had and placing a silver necklace around my slim neck I was pronounced fit to face the press in the press conference.

Day Three:

“So let me get this straight, if I agree to be your test subject, you’ll see that I get a division I basketball scholarship?” “That’s right, I’ll get you a starting position at Duke if you agree to help me with my genetics project, okay?” My science teacher, Ms. Mathews was a twenty four year old grad student studying to become a geneticist, in her spare time she taught my chemistry class at my high school. I looked at her, she appeared dead serious “Do we have a deal Mr. Waner?” she asked as she extended her hand. “Sure,” I said with a smile, “I’m not sure if you can deliver on your promise but I could use a little excitement in my life so what the hell, let’s do it!” I shook her hand firmly, not knowing what I had just got myself into and not really caring, school was so boring I really didn’t care what she was going to do as long as I wasn’t hurt or killed, besides, it might make a good story one day. As the last days of summer were winding down, I had spent the last remaining days of freedom practicing my game, that’s where Ms. Mathews had found me and made her proposition. My name was Mike Waner and I was a senior at Francis Marion High, I started on the school basketball team, I was alright, although at 6’6” I was short for a center and I was facing the end of my playing days. I’d do anything to keep playing, a fact that Ms. Mathews seemed to know too well. “Please follow me Mike,” she said, “My lab is just down the hall.” I followed Ms. Mathews down the abandoned halls of the school, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She stood about 5’3” with an attractive body and face, long brown hair flowed freely down her back. We arrived at an empty science room at the end of the hall. Ms. Mathews had evidently taken over use of the classroom for her own experiments. A lone chair sat in the middle of the room, large steel cuffs protruded from the chair, open and unlocked, used for holding the seated individual down, I shuddered hoping that whatever it was Ms. Mathews planed to do with me wouldn’t involve needing those. “Please sit down and make yourself comfortable” she said as she gestured to the chair, “I’ll be ready to start shortly.” She fiddled with some of the computer instruments and other fancy machines that the school could never have paid for. She was playing around as I studied the room I was in, there were no windows, mattresses lined the walls, the only source of light was a massive bank of floodlights that shined down directly on my face causing me pain every time I opened my eyes. Ms. Mathews seemed to have every kind of machine in this room from a CT scanner to the “machine that goes “ping!”” I was amazed and fascinated by this room, how had I never known it had existed? Ms. Mathews walked over to me and pricked my arm before I could even react, “I just needed a blood sample, I’m almost ready just a few more seconds and we’ll be ready to start.” She said with a look of determination on her face as she typed furiously on at her computer. “Okay, I think we’re ready!” she said with a small grin, “Let’s get started!” she leaned over and pushed a small button on the side of my chair and the steel cuffs clicked down on my arms and legs before I could comprehend what she was doing. “What’s the restraints for, are they really necessary?” I asked, none too pleased as the cold steel bit down on my arms, legs, chest and throat, I was completely immobilized, I couldn’t move or even squirm and any attempt to do so only caused the cuffs to tighten further. “Unfortunately, I think the cuffs may be necessary for this project, I’d tell you that what I’m going to do won’t hurt but I really don’t like lying so prepare yourself.” I gulped and started to sweat profusely, what had I gotten myself into, what was she going to do to me, “Perhaps I better leave,” I started to say, “Maybe you should find someone else…” she cut me off with a look that struck fear into my heart. “No Mike, I’m afraid that just won’t do.” The way she said it scared the shit out of me, so nonchalant, so flippant, I started to struggle but quickly ceased as the chair gave me a mild shock. “Just relax Mr. Waner, the sooner we can start, the sooner we’ll be finished.” She said with a completely monotone voice. I want you to understand what I’m doing to you in detail. First, there’s no going back. A male can be changed into a female by changing his y chromosome into an x, but there’s no way back. You will always be a girl. Second off, I’m going to change your mind. I’m going to give you the same treatment I gave Tim Foley. You’ll notice he doesn’t seem to do as well in class as he used to, you’ll be the same. I’m going to adjust your intelligence, instead of being an A student, you’ll struggle to earn B’s and C’s. I don’t want you to be too bright. I’m also going to give you an extremely healthy shot of hormones so you’ll be strongly attracted to boys physically. Mentally you may still like girls at first, but since I’m using a new form of fast acting hormones, your mind will change extremely quickly. You will have changed completely, mentally and physically into a girl before we leave, it inevitable so just accept it. I could only sort of nod my head, I was in shock, unable to speak, what unspeakable horror was she going to do to me, was she going to kill me, wild thoughts ran through my head, the mention of Tim Foley didn’t quite register with my mind. “Simply put you are going to be changed into hot, sexual teenage girl, you are going to become a girl Mr. Waner.” I looked at her incredulously, “I can tell you don’t believe me but I’ve already had limited success, you are to be the crowning jewel, the culmination of all my hard work, I’ve already changed the male brain into a female brain, remember Tim Foley, I changed his mind in one of my experiments, he was an unqualified success.” I knew Tim Foley, the school homosexual, he enjoyed wearing girls pants and hitting on the guys, no guy would ever be caught dead with him. “You made him gay?” I asked, unsure of whether I should believe her or not. “Yes,” she said with a proud smile, “Before I had him he was completely heterosexual, quite interested in the ladies but my experiment went off without a hitch and he’s none the wiser, he just accepted it and adapted to it until he became what he is now.” I shuddered in absolute horror, not only was she going to cause me physical pain, she was going to make me queer. “I want out!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Let me go, I don’t want to be gay, let me go!” I screamed uncontrollably as Ms. Mathews just stared and laughed. “If you think anyone can hear you you’re sadly mistaken, first off, no one’s here and secondly I sound proofed the walls, so relax and it will all soon be over Michelle!” she turned and grabbed a steel cart, wheeling it over to where I sat, locked in this infernal chair. “The injection I’m about to give you,” she said as she swabbed my arm with an alcohol swab and readied a needle, “The injection will inject a new strand of DNA that was created for you and you only. It will rapidly spread through your body’s blood stream, causing the changes to start immediately. You will first notice pain spreading across your skin as your skin and fatty tissue begin to breakdown. Your bones will shrink and compress as the changes continue, causing your body to lose height and weight. Your male sex organs will retract into your body forming the basis of your new female organs, yes, you will be able to become pregnant. Your body will shrink from its current 6’6” height down to approximately 5’10” or so, maybe a little smaller as your muscles and bones compress. Your weight will drop considerably, I have changed your body structure to be far lighter than your current one, you’ll drop from 225 pounds down to about 110 or 115 or so pounds, skinny but not too skinny. In case you are wondering, the rest of your body will change as well, developing into a decidedly female form, one side effect of this transformation is the female attributes are magnified when a male is changed, you’ll have a great body with plenty of curves, a cute butt and large boobs, complete with a great voice and a cute face, something I’m sure you’ll appreciate one day.” I sat speechless, I was so screwed I didn’t even have anything to say in protest, I was going to be changed and there was nothing that could stop it from happening. “Oh, one other thing,” she said as she pulled the cap off the needle and grasped my arm, “Another interesting side effect is the athleticism you’ll gain. You will come out of this the most powerful, agile, fast, athletic girl possible. You will be able to run rings around any girl basketball player when you’re through, although you won’t be able to overpower them. The process consumes all of your muscle definition and most of your strength, when you’re through, you might need someone to open a heavy door for you although your speed and agility will more than make up for what you lack on the court. Please relax, the more relaxed and calm you remain, the quicker and less painful it will be for you, so relax Michelle, here we go!” and on that note she stabbed my arm with the large needle, the prick extremely painful, a massively painful fiery sensation spreading from where she had injected her drug into me. My body seemed to be literally on fire as I felt it spread to every extremity. My eyes lost focus as tears formed in them, my body thrashing and twitching uncontrollably as the painful fire burned my body and melted it. My bones all felt like they had been shattered as I hear a loud crack as my hip bones were ripped apart and reformed into a more feminine shape. A massive wave of nausea racked my body as my testicles and penis were ripped up into my abdomen to form my new vagina and ovaries. I was in complete agony, unable to form any conscious thought other than a mental plea for the pain to just go away. My arms and legs shrank as my bones continued to shatter and reform in the most painful way imaginable, my skin changing in complexion from tan to a pale white, the hair receding painfully, who knew that loosing hair could be so painful. The fire seemed to burn intensely in my stomach and chest as my innards seemed to float freely about my body as it continued to change. Two large balls of fire began to form on my chest, new boobs growing to what seemed to be massive proportions, the fire burning in my body searing across my chest and face. My throat constricted and burned out of control as my face shifted, my face losing all of it hair and becoming far smaller and rounder, cute, full, soft, cupids bow lips forming as my eyes grew wider and larger and changed color from green to brown. My once short cropped jet black hair now grew down past my shoulders to mid back, the soft, silky, dark brown hair tickling the back of my neck and back. Slowly the fire seemed to recede and I was left slumped in the chair, the cuffs all that kept me from falling to the floor. I could see my body, I had been completely changes, my feet were now tiny compared to their former size, they hung in the air off the floor. Massive weight hung from my chest as a massive pair of milky white boobs hung unsupported. My newly long hair hung down limply against my body and the chair. My clothes no longer even remotely fit, my pants held up only by the chair, most of my body had been swallowed by my now massive t-shirt. “Well it seems like we’re done,” Ms. Mathews said with a small grin, “How do you feel?” “I feel like shit you bitch!” I summoned my remaining strength in one last defiant outburst. “That’s good to know, tell me, do you feel any different?” I just looked at her, a look of absolute contempt on my face as I sat silent. “Well that’s good to know, thanks for the input Michelle, apparently we’re going to need the other injection.” “No more…” I mumbled as she uncapped another needle, “No more needles, please…” I was begging her as she grasped my left arm and prepared to stick me. “Oh stop whining, you agreed to be my test dummy so stop your whining.” She jabbed the needle in my arm and depressed the plunger, an icy sensation entered my arm, numbing it. “What does it do?” I asked in a whisper, afraid to learn the answer. “Two things Michelle, first off, I call it the Foley drug after its first recipient, you can draw whatever conclusion you’d like for its primary purpose, and secondly, it will give you an energy boost, making you feel better and helping your body adjust to the changes I’ve made.” Great, just freaking’ great, not only was I a girl, Ms. Mathews was going to make me interested in boys. I just wanted to die, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. We waited in silence for the drug to kick in and start its evil work, the final battle, the last stand for Mike. I was Custer, I stood idly by as my male persona Mike was being slaughtered by Ms. Mathews, only able to watch as Mike sputtered and died. “Look at me Michelle, you can feel the drug affecting you can’t you? It’s a nice feeling isn’t it, the warm embrace of femininity that is embracing your mind. Its changing even as you sit here cursing me.” I looked up at her smiling face, anger still burning deep in me even as the hormones started to take the edge off of it. “You’ll never change my mind, you’ll never win!” she just shook her head and laughed. “Tim said that too and that same night he had his first French kiss with another boy, besides, you can’t help it, it is completely out of your hands, you’ve been changed permanently into a girl, you may as well get used to it. Your feelings will change, I promise, I designed your body to produce far more estrogen than that of a normal teenage girl, you’ll be a girly girl before you know it. They change your mind, in less than thirty minutes from now your mind will be irrevocably changed into that of a teenage girl and your thoughts will be of the same things all girls your age think about so don’t make bold statements Michelle, you’re a girl mentally and physically, in another few minutes you won’t even want to think about being a boy much less trying to do anything about it!” she laughed as I could feel subtle changes in my mind taking over. An overwhelming urge to cry engulfed me as a few tears sprang to my eyes. Ms. Mathews sat down on a stool next to my steel chair. She opened a magazine for me to look at, Cosmo Girl. There was a picture of a handsome boy about my age, I had seen him on some TV show but I didn’t know his name. “He’s a hunk isn’t he?” Ms. Mathews said with a grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I replied, but I found that I kept staring at the picture. “Come on, Michelle, he’s hot. You can feel it can’t you!” I didn’t want to admit, but I did think he was hot. I found that I was looking at him with the same thoughts I might have had looking at a girl in Playboy only a few short hours ago. I sat silent in abject horror as I realized that Ms. Mathews was right, I did like boys now. “Now” Ms. Mathews said, “Think about a penis, a big long, strong penis on a strong man, you can feel it can’t you!” I seemed like I was splitting in half, half of me wanted to scream but wave after wave of estrogen was destroying the remaining barrier defending my malehood. I could feel my body getting warm just thinking about it as pictures of cocks and strong naked boys flashed through my mind. Something was stirring within me, something I couldn’t control. I felt a shudder pass through me, a shudder I would come to realize was desire. “You know you’re really a girl now don’t you, you can’t wait to be alone with a boy!” she was beaming from ear to ear. “No, I… I” Ms. Mathews cut me off, “There’s no need to be ashamed of your feelings for boys, its completely normal for a girl your age to like boys, don’t be ashamed, embrace it, you’re a girl, it’s okay to act like one!” I sat silent, she was right, I was attracted to boys damn it, I couldn’t help it. G-d help me I thought, she had made me a fag and I wanted more, shit. “I… I don’t know what to do…” I stuttered, I was clearly smitten with boys but I had just been a boy and I wasn’t gay. Ms. Mathews seemed to read my mind, “You aren’t gay Michelle, you’re a girl and girls like boys, its life, embrace your sexuality, it’s who you are, in fact, if you weren’t interested in boys right now, then you could consider yourself gay but you’re not, you’re attracted to boys, girls like boys, it’s natural and it’s okay, really, it is!” “I want you to understand that you had no choice, once I injected you with my drug you were destined to become a girl. All you can do now is learn how to live in your new body. Think about guys, picture a hot one in your mind, picture a really cute boy with a big penis.” I tried not to just to be defiant but my mind worked of its own accord and boys started to parade across my mind. “You want to attract them don’t you, you want them to like you as much as you like them, you want them to tell you how beautiful you are, there’s no need to lie, it’s okay, it’s natural.” I tried to deny it even as my mind wandered to more thoughts of cute boys hung like horses. “No… I …” she cut me off laughing, “You crack me up but in all seriousness, you’re going to need to learn about makeup, clothes, cliques, boys, everything a teenage girl is preoccupied and since you aren’t going to be much of a student, you’ll need your looks sweetie.” I just stared at her, it was one thing for her to change me, it was another thing to taunt me. “Now” Ms. Mathews said with a wry grin, “I can teach you one of two ways, I can lock you in here and teach you everything myself, it will take several days during which you’ll be unable to leave or I could use the latest hypnosis techniques on you and we’ll be out of here in a few hours, okay?” I just nodded my assent to the hypnosis, I didn’t know what was going to be on that tape and I didn’t care, I had been through so much trauma that I just wanted out and out now. She placed her IPod headphones in my exposed ears and started the tape, soothing music flowed into my mind as I fell into a deep trance. I awoke with a start when the tape stopped. Ms. Mathews was standing over me. “I just have a few questions for you and we’re finished okay Michelle?” “Sure” I said quietly ready to be released. “What is your name?” she asked staring at my face intently. In the back of my mind I felt it form as if I had answered to it my whole life, “Michelle Rebecca Waner”, Ms. Mathews just smiled and continued, “What sex are you Ms. Waner?” I knew in the back of my mind that I had once been a boy but it seemed as though it had been pushed way to the back, “I’m a girl Ms. Mathews, I’m a female.” “Very good!” Ms. Mathews said as she clapped her hands. “How old are you and what are your school plans?” I thought about it for a few short seconds and like before the answers can right to the tip of my tongue, I was 18, my birthday had just passed and I had committed to Duke University to play for the women’s basketball team earlier that spring before I graduated from high school. I smiled and gave her my answer, “I’m 18 and I am going to Duke to play basketball!” She looked at me and apparently liked what she saw. “How do you feel Michelle?” I thought about it carefully, “I was angry, now I’m just a little mad but I think I’ll get over it, can you let me out please, I’m so sore!” Ms. Mathews gave me a kind smile and undid the cuffs. I sat in the chair unable to move for a few seconds before the blood returned to my arms and legs. I looked at my new hands. Long, slim dainty fingers tipped by long dainty, feminine ovals. My body was so soft looking, a small layer of fat covered my body. My body had been drastically altered, I now had a very soft, round butt and womanly hips. My boobs hung from my chest, jiggling with every small movement I made. My feet had been shrunk from a size 18 all the way down to a dainty size 6, I was far smaller. I hadn’t been shorter than 6’ tall since middle school and now I found myself a new college freshman standing a 5’10 and only 115 pounds, I was a featherweight alright. My long dark brown hair tickled the back of my neck and back, it swayed slowly back and forth seemingly with a life of its own, I kept having to sweep my bangs out of my eyes, treating me with more views of my very feminine hands. I tried to stand and my pants and underwear fell to the ground in a pile, my t-shirt hanging like a dress. Ms. Mathews was prepared for this eventuality and handed me a pink Lands End book bag filled with clothes. I pulled on the light pink cotton panties and matching bra with no problem, hooking the bra like I’d done it my entire life. There was a pair of undeniably female jeans, a white camisole and a blue cashmere sweater for me to wear. I pulled the jeans on, the jeans fitting snugly against my flat crotch, the jeans fitting tightly against my newly huge hips and butt. Pink flowers and other embroidery traced along the sides of the jeans. I pulled on the white cotton camisole, the cami fit tightly against my body, hugging my boobs and stomach. I pulled the Duke blue sweater down, the v-neck exposing some cleavage, the long, soft sleeves extending beyond my wrists. The soft cashmere tickled my hairless arms as a whole host of new sensations bombarded me. “You look good.” Ms. Mathews said, “Just some makeup and fixing your hair and you’ll be ready to be sprung on the world!” Before I realized what I was doing I had whipped out my makeup from a pink Coach purse I didn’t know I had. To the remaining male portion of my mind it didn’t make any sense but for the other 95% of my mind it seemed perfectly normal. I was acting instinctively, my new female hormones and ingrained female knowledge was acting and doing my makeup for me. All that was running through my newly pretty head was that I couldn’t let anyone see me at anything less than my best. I carefully brushed my hair back into a neat ponytail and tied it with a blue and white hair ribbon. A pair of pink flats with a cute bow went on my tiny feet and I was ready to leave. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked, fearing for my future, what were my parents going to say when they found out I disappeared. “I’ve arraigned with a friend of mine to have you listed as an orphan. Duke’s records expects you to have been an orphan, if you’re curious, you know the whole story, it was implanted in your mind, actually, that would be a good test, please think about what happened to your parents. I thought hard and it came right to me, my parents had been killed in a horrible car accident when I was 6. I could remember the sadness and horror and all of the memories of living in various foster homes, it all came back to me like a bad dream. Tears started to well up in my eyes just thinking about it. Ms. Mathews held me in a tight hug, “It’s okay sweetie, they’d be proud of you.” She comforted as I fought back tears. In the back of my mind it could remember having another family but this one seemed like it was real, the other seemed like a vivid dream. “I’m going to drop you off at your new dorm tonight, its freshman move in day at Duke, I have all of your stuff in my car, the coaches are expecting you. You’ll have a completely new life Michelle as a reward for helping me.” We walked out of the abandoned school and across the empty parking lot to Ms. Mathews parked BMW. As I got in the car, I asked Ms. Mathews why she was testing on me. “I test on students for GlaxoSmith, they pay me well for my research, it enables me to conduct research that I want to without outside backing.” “What’s GlaxoSmith?” I knew I should know, something in the back of my mind told me I should know but I was just drawing a blank. She looked over at me as we drove, “GlaxoSmith is a drug company, they make pharmaceuticals.” “Oh, okay, they make aspirin and Tylenol right, but what is a pharmaceutical?” I couldn’t quite figure that word out, it was too big for me. “You don’t know?” Ms. Mathews looked at me and saw I was quite puzzled, “A pharmaceutical is another word for a drug.” The drive was really long and Ms. Mathews asked me to help her study for a test she had on Julius Caesar. She asked me to read the text and give her a brief summery. As a male I had been a very good history student tops in my class so this shouldn’t be any problem I thought as I opened the book. As I started reading the text though I had to stop every few words, the words were really big and confusing. I kept wondering off track wondering what Caesar’s wife must have been like. As I read the book I came to a picture that depicted Caesar, I couldn’t look at him as brave and powerful but as handsome and strong. My hormones started to affect my mind and I started to think more and more about boys and wondering what Caesar must have been like in bed. Those thoughts didn’t even phase me, nothing seemed amiss with those thoughts and I started to get warm just thinking about it. My brief for Ms. Mathews was just that, brief. I had been unable to read most of the text and that I had been able to read had slipped out of my mind like water, all that remained was my thoughts of Caesar, sex object. Ms. Mathews looked over at me as I put the book down, frustrated, “It’s okay Michelle, not everyone can be Einstein, can I ask you a strange question?”, Sure I said, happy to please. “What’s your name?” “Michelle Rebecca Waner” I said without a moment of hesitation. “Are you sure, are you sure you’ve never had another name and what sex are you, have you ever perceived yourself to be anything other than what you are now? I looked at her and giggle, silly her, of course my name was Michelle and it had only been Michelle, “My name has always been Michelle Rebecca Waner and I’m a girl silly, what else would I be,” I paused for a second as I attempted to figure out what perceived meant, “What does perceived mean?” I asked Ms. Mathews, how should I know that word, it was so big. “What I meant was have you ever felt like you were anything other than a girl?” I laughed, “How would I be anything other than a girl, I’ve been a girl my entire life silly!” She just looked at me and smiled. I felt like I was missing something, I felt for some reason like there was a strange man in the back of my head, he was saying something about resistance. I had always been a girl hadn’t I, I thought to myself, my name was Michelle Rebecca Waner and always had, hadn’t it. I felt something snap in my mind, a warm flow of estrogen wiped across my mind, sweeping away the last vestiges of Mike and being a man. I was Michelle Rebecca Waner, aged 18 and a beautiful girl, I had always been Michelle Rebecca Waner I had always been a girl. I thought about being a male for a second and a wave of revulsion crashed across my mind, why would I want to be a boy, being a boy must suck, girls rule I thought as we pulled up to my new home, the Johnson Smith Residence Hall.

Please comment and give ideas on plot or just tell me I suck and I should light myself on fire and throw myself screaming off the top of my dorm, either will work, just leave a comment either way, thanks.