Two Guest Caps from Vicki Santuse

Vicki Santuse has given me two beautiful Rebecca's to desire and enjoy!

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Summer job

The room was big with large windows that filled it with warm summer sunlight. Five girls sat on the old fashioned beds, waiting.

No one said a word. They just looked at each other in silence. One of them studied her fingernails, slightly dazed. Another touched her hair, bewildered, as if that could help her solve a strange puzzle.

Ivana looked down at her long sexy legs. "This is so strange," she said to herself. "I cannot remember these legs. I have never painted my toenails before, have I?"

Samantha drew her breath in an attempt to focus.

"Summer camp," she said to herself. "I believe we arrived here yesterday for summer camp." But her mind was full of images of unruly boys hollering on the bus, not of these beautiful women. She smiled to herself: "I must have dreamt it. Me being a boy, that's ridiculous!"

"What are we waiting for?" Isabelle asked herself. "We are waiting for something or someone! But whom?"

Downstairs the Priestess of Ereshkigal welcomed the first customers of the day:

"Gentlemen," she said. "The girls are waiting for you upstairs. Just make your pick from the book over there, and I will bring her to your room..."

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This is my entry at the Rachel's Haven's July cap contest.

The Womanizer

- Are you coming? The movie starts in 30 minutes! Adam was impatient.

- Just one sec!

Samuel looked mesmerized at the beautiful girl across the street.

- Damn! She is hot! No, she is more than hot. She is divine. Heavenly. Out of this world. She is the perfect woman! Do you know her?

- You don't wanna go there!

- Why not!

- That is the womanizer!

- She is a lesbian?

- No, she was cursed when she visited China last year. Every man she sleeps with is transformed into a woman!

- Naw, nonsense!

- You know Debbie, the new girl you discovered last month?

- Yeah?

- That was Dan.

- No, come on! I slept with her. That was def a woman. A gorgeous woman.

- No doubt. But she used to be Dan before that witch over there lured him into bed. As soon as she has slept with 12 boys, the curse will be lifted. Rumor has it, she has only one to go. Listen, we have to go now if we are to get good seats!

- Sorry mate, I suddenly remembered I have promised my dad to move the lawn.

- Ahhhh, man! Shit! All right. Off you go!

- Sorry, dude! See yah!

A few steps down the streets Adam turned and looked back at Samuel.

- Hey, Samuel, that's not the way back to your house!

- Gotta run, Adam, gotta run!

This one's for Sam over at RH.

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Fran & Friends, an erotic TG comic

I have finally gotten around into experimenting with that Comic Life software, making a comic photo story (fumetti) for you.

I have never combined as many as four different shoots into one story before, and am proud to say that they all fit.

(Or, that's what I think anyway. Read it and judge for yourself.)

I have used series from Brazzers.com for this. That site is very generous when it comes to zipped file collections. Some include more than a thousand photos, giving ample room for fantasy explorations.

This time I am developing another branch of my Inanna-universe. The evil Daughters of Ereshkigal have taken over a school, and use their magic for their own sinister purposes.

There is, as always, a lot of steaming sex and male to female transformations; just the way you want it.

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Dear Little Goth Girl

Dear little goth girl, how do you feel?
A prick of my needle and nothing seems real.
Your hair has grown long, that means a great deal,
When your pride and your joy were those muscles of steel.

You are small and you're weak now, Dementia dear.
A girl like yourself has no friends around here.
All they do care for is how you appear.
Don't look for your penis, it's gone now, I fear.

There's no need to worry, there are plenty around.
Get down on your knees girl, for that sucking sound.
They may not appreciate how you are dressed,
But they certainly long to suckle your breasts.

Now, why don't you touch that soft pussy of yours?
There are secrets inside you and hidden doors.
I know where they are and can make you soar.
Who gives a shit if they call us whores.





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This cap is dedicated to Dee over at Rachel's Haven with great gratitude for the caps she has given me.

One of her series, the amazing story about how Rebecca lost count and was destined to be an office slut forever, is included below in a separate post

Hillbilly Horror over at Freya's

Freya has published a new photo story by yours truly.

It is called Hillbilly Horror and tells the story about two young men who get stranded near to farm far out in the countryside.

I have to give you a warning, though: It contains strong BDSM elements and is definitely the most brutal tale I have told so far.

Go to Freya's Rebecca page and scroll down to read the story.

The images are from Sex and Submission!

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Guest Cap: Still Single

This one has a wonderfully evil twist. It is a gift from Crystal over at Rachel's.

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My original cap to her can be found here.

Guest Cap: The Cider Solution

Kira (AKA XtremeCSSA) over at Rachel's Haven has made me the following cap.

Ain't I cute! And I love that chest ;-)

Thank you very much, Kira!

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Guest Cap: Know-it All

Here's a sweet techno cap I got from wakkawakke200 over at Rachel's Haven.

Wakkawakka? Must be Hawaiian!

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Here is the text:

Alan was a bit of a "know-it-all" in his family. He always knew why something was the way it was, and got a bit peeved when people didn't listen. Coming home after a busy day at work showing everyone the basic functions of the new computer system at work, he was none to pleased to be asked to fix his mother's computer again.

"Mom, I told you a hundred times to stop clicking on all those pop-ups!"

"I am sorry honey, it just wouldn't go away," she replied, secretly smiling.

Sighing to himself Alan clicked the computer on to notice a small window showing a confirmation window. As he went to dispose of it the windows displayed the message "Thank you, Jessica".

Alan did not understand the message and went to click it away when the mouse tumbled off the table.

Picking the mouse up, Jessica could only look at her mum and ask: "Mum, why won't the computer work? I need to get on to check my MySpace account! I need to know if Beth is gonna meet me at the mall tomorrow!"

Thanks to wakkawakka200!

Guest Cap: Call me Rebecca!

Here is a beautiful cap I got from Erin over at Rachel's Haven.

I love that bewildered look on her (my!) face.

Thank you Erin. You will get one back!

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Yummy!

The great thing about becoming so young and small, Richard noted, was the fact that everything appeared so big: counters, chairs, WCs and whatever it was Phillip was hiding in his jeans.

Yummy!


When I found these pictures on istockphoto I just had to download them.

This small woman is like the epitome of femininity to me: small, beautiful and charming in a mischievous kind of way.

The cap goes to wakkawakka200 over at Rachel's Haven.

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Bright Beauty

Hey there!

My name is Akemi. It means Bright Beauty in Japanese. I am 18 years old and go to school here in Tokyo.

I know why you noticed me. I used to be like you once, a long time ago.

No, it's true! I was a Swedish business man, trying desperately to get a contract with Toyota.

God, I was stupid!

I knew nothing about how to behave myself, and started negotiating before the exchange of business cards. I ate my sushi with a knife and a fork and made a total ass of myself during karaoke.

I thank the gods for the local Toyota representatives who helped me to a better life.

They brought me to a local soapland, you see, where one of the female companions gave me a nourishing bath. She knew the magic of womanhood, and the water turned me into the school girl you see now.

I was pretty upset as first, as you may imagine, but she taught me how pleasurable it can be to be a woman, and there is no way I will go back to being a man now. Not that I can, mind you!

One of the Japanese business men had no children, so he and his wife adopted me and taught me Japanese.

I used to be like you. Big, hairy and ugly, with no elegance or beauty.

Listen! I can take you to the soapland if you want to.

I would very much like to have you as a sister you know. You can be my butterfly, Cho! And we can read manga together.

And I think you would like my friend Akio. He is such a gentle boy...

Images from Erotic Japan.

The model is Kanan Kawai, and there is, of course, no similarity between her and the main character of this story.

This cap was made for venatus over at Rachel's Haven.

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Slave - a tale of forced womanhood

Anyone who has read erotic transgender fiction knows that there is one type of fantasy that is more common than any other: the idea of a man being changed into a woman against his will.

And most of these stories combine this sex change with revenge and humiliation.

You have asked for it, and you will get it. I have several traumatic TG horror stories in the pipeline, and here is the first one!

A man decides to punish his sister's rapist in the most degrading way possible! It is a new story set in Freya's spellbook universe.

You can download the PDF directly here or you can view the full screen version over at Slideshare.

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And please remember that this is just a sexual fantasy, OK? If you ever come into the possession of the spellbooks, please go to one of the TG discussion forums and ask for volunteers! I can guarantee you that you will get more playmates than you can handle.

The photos in this story are taken by Realitykings.com, which some of you may have realized by now is my richest source of pictures of beautiful women. You get access to some 16 sites if you subscribe to their service, and it is definitely worth the money.

For more spellbook universe stories, see Freya's site.

A Strange Dream

Here's another erotic transgender "photo story" slash "slide show" slash "multipanel caption" for you!

Verne falls asleep sunbathing and wakes up in the body of a sexy girl. Is this a true sex change or is is just a particularly clear and lucid dream?

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SoCalSecret over at Rachel's Haven (a great artist who is modifying comic book covers over at TGComics, sent me an email explaining that there is indeed a word for this art form, namely fumetti. The word comes from the Italian word for comics, "fumetto".

Photo novels are not particularly popular in the US and Northern Europe, but has many followers in Spain, France and Latin America, although I doubt transgender adult stories is a common topic.

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Lost and confused

She was lost in the forest and she had no idea how she had ended up there.

She looked bewildered at all the trees and tried to remember. Remember anything.

She was... Sam! Sam, right? That must be Sam for Samantha. She looked down at her pink top and white miniskirt.

She was definitely not dressed for mountain hiking. She looked good, though. Hot, even. She let her hands wander over her curves, confused. Was she supposed to look this way?

Hmmmm, those tits felt good! Her nipples stiffened at her touch. She could feel an electric current tingle down her spine. She definitely had to explore these sensations a bit further.

She heard the sound of a chainsaw in the distance and walked towards it. Behind a fence she could see a young logger working. His chest was bare and he was sweating, muscles shining. She found it hard to breathe. She could ask him for help, couldn’t she?

But all she wanted to do was to touch him, and have him caress her. These feelings scared her. What was she, some kind of sex crazed slut? She had to remember! Still, it was all lost in a haze.

She found an opening in the fence and walked over to the man, fully determined to ask for help, and help only. But when she came close enough she couldn’t help herself. The scent, his muscles, his surprised smile, all of it compelled her to touch.

The man couldn't believe his luck, and was not the one to let this opportunity walk by. He kissed her passionately and undressed quickly. "Who are you? Some kind of forest fairy?" he asked her.

"Maybe I am, maybe I am not," she answered. "I don't know who I am anymore, and right now I don't care!"

She pulled down his trousers and fell down on her knees. She had to suck that dick. There was no way around it, and the more she tasted him the more she needed him.

“Please fill me up!” she begged him and wriggled her small ass towards him. “I need you inside me. Please, please, take me, lover!”

The surprised lumberjack rammed his penis into her moist pussy from behind and fucked her doggy style, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge of something extraordinary and wonderful.

Finally he was was unable to hold back anymore and he shot his load into her. She could actually feel it, and she screamed out in pure joy. “My... God... this... is... so... gooooooood!”

She still couldn’t remember, but she was no longer afraid. This man would take care of her, and she would definitely take care of him!

In a forest cabin a few miles away, a man was screaming in frustration.

“What do you mean, he got away? The spell was supposed to teach him a lesson, to show him how degrading all those fantasies about stupid sluts and bimbos are.

"He is a nymphomaniac now, in my body, and if he finds the scent of male pheromones anywhere, he is bound to fuck that man!”

“Oh, I know,” the witch answered, laughing.

“And if that man fills him up with semen, Sam will stay that way forever.

"Hm, maybe you will have to live in his body for the rest of your life now, Eva. How do you feel about that?”

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Photos by exxxcellent.com.

This is a work of fiction and there is no relationship between the models and the fictional characters.

Ultra-feminine

When Paul jumped into the waves to save the old man from drowning, it was not because he wanted a reward. He did it instinctively and because he loved people.

The man must have been in his seventies, and had clearly given up fighting against the pull of the water. Back on the beach he slowly regained consciousness, he coughed and spit and was finally able to sit.

The old man looked at him with gratitude. “No one has ever saved my life before,” he said. "I am normally not this stupid. I somehow believed that the ocean was my own element. She must be mad at me, or something!"

Paul reckoned the man was a little confused and did not ask him what he meant by that remark.

“Coy O.T. at your service," the man said. "I want to reward you by granting you your deepest and most secret wish.

"I may not look like a powerful man to you, but I assure you, I know more about the stars and the elements than any man alive today."

"So you are a physicist?" Paul asked him, picturing Stockholm Nobel prizes and the like.

"In a manner of speaking," the man said. "Although I normally call myself a spiritualist. I honestly believe that mind and matter, spirit and blood are one and the same, and if you understand the language of nature, its Logos, you can also change it."

Paul liked this man, although he did say some strange things. Paul had learned one thing during his rather dull and uneventful life, however: Nothing is as it seems, and you can find wisdom everywhere.

"Mr. O'Tee was it?"Paul asked.

"Coy O.T." the man replied. "Coy to you!"

"I'm Paul," Paul said. "Coy, I can assure you that seeing you breathe is its own reward, but maybe you can buy me a good meal sometime." His college life seldom allowed him to go beyond the local Pizza Hut as regards culinary adventures.

Deep inside him, however, a deep longing surfaced, and it begged the man in silence: ”Make me beautiful, make me sweet, make me desirable.”

Hm, this was strange, Paul, thought. Were did that come from? I have an all right life, don't I?

Paul had tried to silence this longing ages ago, but somehow this man had liberated it from its confinement. Paul shook his head and helped the man up on his feet. Don't go there! he thought.

Coy smiled at Paul and said: “Sure, I know about this excellent Italian restaurant over at the South Side. They serve some magical wine, I can assure you. I'll see you tomorrow. Now, go home to your house and sleep. The rest will follow.”

Paul experienced an extremely sensual dream that night. He dreamed he was having sex with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, a young and stunning goddess.

Long luscious hair was cascading down her back. She had big, soft, lips that begged to be kissed and and captivating eyes, and she was all over him, begging him to hold her.

But half way through the dream the roles changed. Now he was that small and ultra-feminine woman, and she was making love to a strong and sturdy man. She rested her head on his chest and felt safe and loved.

There was one voice inside him that tried to get him to wake up. "Get up," it said. "This is wrong! You are a man!" But he brushed the voice aside. It felt so right to be this girl, and it was is if it was his male voice was the impostor.

The dream went on for a long time, and nothing seemed to shock him. She could feel the taste and the texture of the man's penis when her tongue licked its head, and he could sense how he-as-she was seriously aroused.

The man parted her legs and entered her carefully. He reminded Paul of someone, but he couldn't place him. The rhythmic thrusts brought her close to an orgasm, and she cried out in joy when wave after wave engulfed her.

Paula woke up from her deep sleep, fully rested. She brushed the long hair away from her face and sat up in the bed. Two perfectly sized breasts caught her eyes and she started to laugh. They were her own.

She let her hand glide down the soft curve of her belly and down to the small bush of hair below. She let a finger slide into a pussy that was still wet from the erotic dream.

“I must have saved a magician,” she said. As a matter of fact, she knew she had. The man in her dream had been Coy -- although a much younger version of him.

She opened her wardrobe and found lingerie, dresses and sexy shoes. She put on a flowery dress to celebrate her rebirth and sat down to wait for her new lover.

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The photos are from totallyredhead.com. That site has some really stylish and sexy models!

It is fun being a girl!

Seriously, I haven’t had this much fun since I was 19, back in London in the 1970’s.

That was a different kind of fun, though, full of booze, bikes and blue pills.

This kind of fun is like a sunny summer morning by the sea. You just have to go barefoot on the beach and feel the water play with your toes.

I guess that since I am 19 again it all makes sense, in a weird kind of way.

My young secretary Paula is probably the most ambitious employee I have ever had. She not only wanted to be like me, multimillionaire Frank Savoy, she wanted to be me, avoiding all the hard work in the process.

How she did it, I honestly don’t know. I suspect it has something to do with a medallion she gave me the night she seduced me.

Silly old me; I honestly believed she cared for me.

The sex was mind blowing! Her skin tasted like milk and vanilla. Her hair was softer than any China silk my company has ever imported, and those lips... those lips were the last thing I tasted as a man.

The next morning she was gone, taking my flesh and money with her, and I was left in her bed and in her body.

It was the hair that woke me. Some of her blond hair covered my eyes and my nose and I found it hard to move it away.

My eyes were still closed, and my brain tried to make sense out of the smell that surrounded me. It was her perfume, of course, but it was too strong. It was not that it was on me -- that made sense, given the previous night's activities. No, it was as if my nose had become more sensitive, somehow.

Even my hearing was better. I could hear the mailman walk by three floors down. I mean, my hearing was bad, I knew that. My doctor wanted me to give a hearing aid, and it was only my vanity that stopped me from following his advice.

I tried to remove the hair again, and this time I opened my eyes. My hand! It was small, feminine, delicate and manicured!

It was at this point I started to scream, a loud, strong and high pitched woman's scream. A dog started to bark outside the window.

I didn't get out of that bed until an hour later. I was shaking and sobbing in the shower, desperately trying to wash my new womanhood away. Stupid!

Finally I managed to put on some of her clothes, and I took a taxi over to my office building. Paula, now "me", had told the guard not to let me in. All I got was a box with Paula's Grand Canyon coffee cup and her office teddy bear.

I gave up. Nobody would have believed me, anyway.

It took a few days before I realized that I had been given a whole new life.

I started to explore this wonderful new body of mine. I mean, I have always loved the female body, and having one made me appreciate it even more.

For a while I couldn't stop fondling my tits. And I caught myself looking mesmerized at my new body in the bathroom mirror.

Then I started to explore her wardrobe. At the beginning it was the old man in me that wanted to see me wearing that sexy lingerie, but gradually I could feel that it was the woman in me that wanted to feel the texture of silk close to her skin.

My body is healthy, it is strong, it is beautiful and full of laughter, and if anyone had told me how much better the sex is being a woman, I would have tried to switch ages ago.

The idea of making love to a man revolted me at first. But this body is as heterosexual as my old one, and after a few sleepless nights I gave in to my new sexual fantasies. Caressing my clit and pussy I gave myself my very first orgasm as a woman, and I knew there was no way back. I needed a man as a flower needs sun and air. Don't talk to me about fish and bicycles!

When Paula’s boyfriend, Sam, turned up, I tried to tell him the whole story. He humored me and pretended he believed every word of it.

I love him for that, and I love him for telling me that he likes me more now than he did before the switch.

I have an idea why he feels that way. Paula had a hard soul, while I can feel that my soft and silky body is softening my soul.

Sex used to be about power for me: power and prestige. Now I understand that it shouldn’t be taken to seriously. It is to be savored like a good meal or a
good wine.

Sam and I fool around a lot, like the horny teenagers we are. We laugh a lot and make fun of each other.

I love the feeling of his skin, his lips and his penis, and I want him to him to be around forever.

I take love very seriously now. I have been given a second chance and I will not waste more years of my life.

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This is a work of fiction and there is no relationship between the models and the characters of the story.

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A craving for broccoli

Sam, 26, was a rough, tough and mean man, working as a guard at a night club in one of the more rustic parts of town.

He was the beef and potatoes kind. So when he asked for vegetables, his friends started to worry. This was a man that found slices of tomatoes insulting, and you did not want to insult Sam.

After a couple of weeks they could see that he was losing weight, becoming slimmer and slimmer by the day.

One day they found him secretly ordering vegetarian pizza with rocket salad, drinking mineral water instead of beer, so they sent him to the doc.

“OK,” the doctor said. “Your weight loss is to be taken seriously." He was an ambitious young doctor, eagerly looking for new challenges. Let’s do the blood works. Come back in a week.”

The next week Sam looked even slimmer.

“I am loosing both weigth and height now,” he told the doctor.

He hesitated, fidgeting. “And I think I need to see a shrink.... Yeah. I do."

"Why?" the young doc asked him, with patience and understanding in his voice. This was not the kind of doctor that gave you a pill for any kind of emotional problem.

"Yesterday i found myself borrowing my girlfriend’s babydoll," Sam whispered, "and I loved it! She didn’t, though.”

"Hmmm, that silky feeling," the doc said. He came to his senses. “I have good news and bad news,” he said.

“The good news is that you do not have cancer and you do not have AIDS.”

“So, what’s wrong with me?” Sam started to cry. Boy, he was getting emotional. The last few days had been like a roller-coaster ride. He hadn’t cried since he was 10.

“You told me you were visiting the Amazonas last month, and it seems you have indigested a frog called Anura Transforma, a very rare species that carries a virus that noone have been able to prove the existence of until now.”

You could hear in the doc's voice that he was already working on a research paper for the Lancet.

“I haven’t eaten a frog!” Sam said.

“Are you sure? It could have been an ingredient in something served by others.”

“Maybe, I did get some strange looking food visiting one of the Indian tribes. There was this shaman, you see..."

He lost focus. "But what does the virus do to me?”

“It replaces your Y chromosome with copies of your X chromosome.”

“Huh?”

“The Anura Transforma changes sex.”

“Are you telling me it is turning me into a woman?” Sam found it hard to close his mouth.

“Yes, the woman you would have been, given an XX combination.”

Sam felt that he should have been shocked and revolted, but he wasn’t.

He was starting to enjoy his budding breasts and softer skin, and the idea of becoming a full blooded woman excited him. And he had this strong, erotic, craving for broccoli.

He had to throw out his girlfriend, though. He would keep the lingerie.

“Listen,” the doc said. “What do you say about dinner next week? You know, to dicuss your medical condition...”


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Man transformed into blonde teenager

It seemed to be a summer like so many others. His friend Frank and him went up to Frank's cabin up in the mountain to hunt.

His wife teased him about these trips. "So these are your back to nature trips, are they?" she asked. "Far away from the chattering voices of women? You know what I think, I think Frank has the hots for you!"

Peter tried to explain: He just like to walk around in the mountains, and Frank was a childhood friend. They knew each other well, and did not have to explain everything. There were no surprises on these trips, and Peter had enough excitement in his ordinary life as a policeman.

Besides, although Frank was a loner, Peter knew he was not gay. There were too many copies of Penthouse and Hustler up there for that too make any sense.

Peace and quiet? Well, no this time. Frank, the accountant, had other plans.

Peter could sense that something was different when driving up to the mountain. Frank was nervous about something. He talked fast and too much about nothing at all.

They arrived late in the evening, and did not have time for much more than putting the cabin in order. Peter found some firewood. Frank prepared a simple dinner.

After dinner, they normally sat down in the main room of the cabin to wind down the day. However, Frank was still nervous.

"I have something for you," he said and fetched a small bottle from his rucksack. There was no label. "I got this one from a new store down at the mall called Spells R Us he said. An old man there told me that this was the right thing for us. This is the Elixir of Inanna."

“It looks like something a girl would drink,” Peter protested. “Give me a beer will you!?”

Frank insisted, and just to please his old friend Peter drank the girly drink in go.

"What the f....!" His heart stopped beating. Then it started again, this time much faster. “Ooooouph!” he moaned and fell down on his knees. It burned like poison.

“It is not dangerous, ” Frank said, “Just hold on there and prepare yourself for the ride of your life."

Peter's body shrunk rapidly, and he was loosing body mass by the pound.

He could see his body hair disappear, at the same time as golden locks fell down into his face.

”Yes, that’s right!” Frank said. “I am turning you into the woman of my dreams, a young sexy teenage blonde. You will love it.”

So that was it! Frank was totally unable to relate to regular women in any sensible way, so now he was designing his own combination of male friendship and female allure. No way was he going to get away with this!

Peter tried to get hold of his rifle, but he was not able to stand for more than a few seconds. He fell down on the bed.

Fuck, it was already too late. He could feel his balls retract up into his body. The sack split and was reshaped into pussy lips. It felt weird. Not unpleasant, but weird.

Soft mounds appeared on his chest, lifting his shirt inch by inch. They felt soft to the the touch. If they had been on any other body he would have loved them.

He resigned to his fate when his penis found a new life as a pink, sensitive clit.

Peter lay still for a few minutes. Then he took off his now far to big clothes, and looked down at his new body. This girl was gorgeous, but she was not him. No way! This elixir of Frank's was probably some kind of psychedelic drug, and this was all an hallucination.

He touched his crotch. It felt very real though.

He could feel his new hormones starting to do their work. He was breathing more rapidly, and his mind started to fill with strange images. He could see himself..... No. She could see herself embracing Frank, kissing him. Noooo! Still, it wouldn't be too bad to touch his cock, would it? He tried to think of something else, anything else.

Still, his new female body had now a will of its own. “Hey Frank,” she said as she spread her legs. “Look at this, I have two holes! Please come here and put your dick into my pussy, Frank. Right now!”

Frank approached her carefully and took of his clothes. This wasn't bad at all, Peter thought. This was her good friend frank. She loved Frank, always had, and he looked so good, muscles and all.

She guided his member into her virgin vagina. It hurt a little. Then it was all good.

During the next couple of hours, Frank tested out all the main openings of Peter’s new body. What they didn’t know was that semen made the changes irreversible.

God knows what Peter's wife would do when she met her new "daughter".

The pix are from Hustler. This is a work of fiction, and the model depicted is not in any way related to the fictional characters of this story.

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The day Arthur became a sex kitten

Arthur loved women. Not that anyone noticed. Even at the age of 22 he behaved as a clumsy teenager, and if a girl spoke to him (which happened once a year on average) he froze up and started to stutter.

In fact he didn’t look too bad, but a childhood full of parental criticism had left him with the belief that he was butt ugly. His sex-life was therefore limited to heavy sneezing, porn and lonely masturbation.

One night, after having thoroughly embarrassed himself at the local magazine store, he sought refuge in the latest issue of Hustler. What he didn’t know was that a fairy had crash landed on this very copy of the magazine on her way to a fairy convention in San Francisco. She had left some fairy dust on the centerfold.

When he opened looked up the centerfold in order to worship the beauty of the female form the centerfold actually moved and spoke to him!

“Give me life, Arthur,” she said. “Let me experience life in three dimensions! Let me feel the wind caress my naked skin! Let my ruby lips taste the wine of life! Please Arthur, I want to feel love and be loved!”

“What can I do?” Arthur asked. He very much wanted to help her. “Touch my heart,” she said. He put his finger on the small spot between her beautiful young girl’s breasts. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. He fell back on the bed in shock. He was burning in every limb and every cell and he started shaking as if he had a terrible fever.

“Wh-wh-wh-what is happening to me?” he stuttered. He tried to pick up the magazine, but barely managed to take a look at the spread. The girl was gone. It was as if the photographer had taken pictures of an empty room.

Then his body started to shrink, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He could feel his waist starting to narrow at the same time as his butt started to expand. It was as if his ass lifted him off the bed.

“I am loosing it,” he thought. “My loneliness has finally driven me mad.” Then his hair started to grow. Some of it fell onto his face. He tasted it and it was soft and silky. He was shaking so hard that he had to hold on to the sheets in order to avoid falling off the bed.

He could feel his penis shrink and his balls retract, but when he tried to hold on to them his hand found soft and moist pussy lips instead. By accident his finger touched his clit, and his feverish shaking was replaced by a much more pleasurable shiver.

He lifted his hand up to his chest and cupped his new, soft, teenage breasts. When he rubbed his nipples, a glow deep down in his crotch expanded and exploded in a series of intense orgasms.

She looked down at her own body and found that she was indeed beautiful beyond belief. She got up from the bed and walked naked down to his 18 year old sister’s room. “Sis,” she said. “I need to borrow a bra, some panties and your sexy red dress. You and I are going to paint the town red.”

“Finally!” his sister said. She did not seem very surprised over having a sister all of a sudden. "Where do you wanna go?"

"To the Origo Club," the new sexy woman replied. "I have a lot of catching up to do!"

The pictures are from the classy Hustler site. This is a work of fiction and the model depicted has no relationship to the fictional characters.

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