Nu-You: Second Chance

After crashing out of the world cup in ignominious defeat the men of the Brazilian football team hardly dared to return to their home country. They knew that they would be ridiculed and hounded wherever they went for the rest of their days. But thanks to Nu-You clinics they no longer have to worry about that, With Nu-You they could get new bodies and new lives. No one will recognise the beautiful young women they have become or connect them with their embarrassing sporting failure. In fact some of them will get to represent their country again albeit in a very different sport.

Totally oblivious

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To be at home (Seventh annual writer's round)

So far the party was going great and the guys seemed to have fun. Unfortunatelly I couldn't say it about myself. Maybe if the party didn't take place so far away from where I was living I would enjoy it much more. It's not like I was homesick or something. The long travel from Poland to USA had really worn me off and so far the only thing I wanted more than anything was finding myself in a comfy bed. "Man, I wish I was at home" I sighed and took another sip of my beer. Suddenly I begin to feel dizzy and everything went dark for a moment. When I came to I found myself laying on a couch in a living room. I groaned and looked around not recognizing the place. Did I pass out? No that couldn't be it. I didn't feel like I was even drinking. Suddenly I realized something is not right about my body. Some parts of it felt really strange and unfamiliar. I reached towards my chest and felt something round and squishy in my hand. I looked down and saw two mounds under my shirt which looked almost like... "Boobs?" I said outloud and got surprised at how feminine my voice was. I quickly got on my feet and patted all over my body. My mind was slowly realizing what just happened. "I am a woman?" I said to myself in disbelief.

I keep staring at myself for a long time trying to understand how such thing could happen when someone aproached me from behind. "Mommy are you all right?" I heard a child's voice. I turned around and saw a little boy who couldn't be older than four years. "Sure, everything is fine" I said making the best smile I could in this situation. "Ok" The boy said and stood there looking at me before speaking again "I'm hungry mom" He finally said. For a moment I was standing there dumbfounded before the idea kicked into my head. I was the child's mom now so it was my duty. I went to the kitchen and begin to prepare something for my son. In the meantime I learned that apparently I have not one but two kids. The second boy who was about two years younger than his older brother came to the kitchen as well. He wasn't hungry but he deffinitelly demanded some attention. I was having troubles trying to do two things at once but somehow I managed myself.

The rest of the day was pretty complicated as I was playing the role of a mother of two little boys. The hardest part was probably forcing them to take a bath and putting them to bed. However when they finally fell asleep I felt something inside. Something that I could call a maternall love. As I looked at the two boys sleeping peacefully my heart was at peace and I was feeling joy. Smiling to myself I went back to the living room where I could sit down and enjoy all the time I had for myself. I used that time to explore a bit and learn about my new life. First I went to check out myself in the mirror because since I ended up here I didn't have the chance to actually see my face. Standing before the mirror I was quite satisfied with what I saw. The woman in the reflection was gorgeous. Her proportions were perfect, not too big not too small, her face was pretty and the blonde hair was really suiting her cute face. After checking out myself I went back to the living room where I decided to watch some tv. I wasn't alone for long as my husband came home shortly later. When I saw him I immidiatelly aproached him and warping my hands around his neck I gave him a passionate kiss. We spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch and talking about the day before he picked me up and carried me all the way to our bedroom where we took off our clothes and made love. After that wonderfull act I was laying on my back, basking in the afterglow of an orgasm and keep thinking about the events. So far this new life this was really promising and I was eager to expirience more of it. By the way I wonder how the other guys are holding up. Did they notice my dissapearence? Or maybe it's like I never existed? Those thoughts keep pooping into my head but as I cuddled onto my husband I was able to relax again and forget about everything. For now I wanted to enjoy this moment.

Lost

Don't get me wrong, I love this new life of mine. I was walking on the streets of New York, when I got lost. My phone had no signal, so I just kept walking, hoping to find a cab or a familiar landscape. But after a couple of hours, I gave up. On the distance I saw a couple of girls, they were hookers no doubt. But maybe they could give me some directions.

I approached them and ask them for directions. They looked at each other, and then started touching me, and saying things like "Don't worry love", "thank god you found us". One of them kissed me, I kissed her back. They took me to the back Alley, where they took turns giving me a blowjob. For a second, I forgot I was lost, and went on with it. The moment I came, I felt a little dizzy. "What is going on?" I asked, and started to feel a little dizzy.

I fell down, and felt something cushion my fall. I couldn't stop laughing, I felt drunk. One of the girls took off all my clothes, and put a different outfit on me. I noticed something was amiss, and that my chest had swollen up. But I didn't give it much thought. "There, you are one of us now" they said. I broke off the "drunken" spell. I ran my hands up from my hips to my breasts. There was no denying it, they had transformed me into a woman.

A man showed up, "Oh I see with have new merchandise" he said refering to me. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am your pimp. 50% of whatever you make is mine. Now, time to break you" he said. I possed as sexy as I could against the wall. I wanted to be broken. I don't know if the transformation had altered my mind, or I was just curious.

I was a bimbo and a whore while we did it. We did it doggy style. I pulled down my shorts, and he shoved his thing inside of me.

Since then, I have been sharing the street with my sisters Amy and Kat. Or as they call themselves, Starshine and Norway. I love wearing wigs and applying make up, appearing to be a different girl every night. I have several clients that ask for me by name.

John, loves it when I pretend to be a rich bitch with blue hair. He loves it when I play it rough, and pretend to be his wife. I'm usually dominating his every move. Which really turns me on.

Pierre loves it when I pretend to be a red haired french woman named Loraine. And I love pretending to be her. "I am lost, will you help me" I usually say with a thick french accent when we role play. He treats me like a woman. And tells me to leave my current live. But I can't, not because I am forbidden, but because I really love being a hooker.

Another second great shift

I just don't get it, one minute I am at my home, with my family, having some quality time, and the next I am dressed in something tight looking at some kind of futuristic city. Let me explain, I was borned in 1850. I married my beautifull wife in 1874, we were married for years, we even had two baby girls.

Suddenly, and without a warning, I was transported into a different time, the year 2018 as I would later learn. And not only that I appear to be inside the body of a woman. I am so thin and fit, which I find weird, women my time were sexy when they had curves. There was some kind of painting on the wall, with moving pictures and sound that was talking about something called the second great shift. "People all around the globe and around time has swapped places". I knew I was one of them.

A man, that looked ripped, was crying in the corner of the room. "What's going on?" he asked. I walked towards him, he was probably my husband in this life or something. "Hello, what's your name?" I asked. "I am Amy" he responded. He had the same name than my eldest daughter. And after a few more questions I realized she was indeed my daughter. "It's me, I am your dad" I told her. "Somehow we travelled in time" I explained.

It took some time to adjust, but we eventually got used to our new life. Back in our time, she was 5 years old, imagine how hard was to teach her a life of knowledge in just a few months. But she was getting it in no time.

I got used to the perks of being a woman. Make up, shaving, looking pretty, mood swings. In time, we got used to being called by our new names. And we were able to hang out with our friends without them knowing anything was wrong.

We were to contact the goverment, and tell them about us, and where we come from. But we realized they were actually putting people from other time in some kind of concentration camps, so we decided to stay quiet. I became a housewife, and my daughter, became my husband.

One night, out of the blue, my husband kissed me. I tried to resist, thinking it would be weird. But he overpowered me. And thank god he did. We made love that night. Every part of my body was so sensitive. I just wanted more. I guess since that day, any part of my mind that said "you are really a  man" faded away.

The not so complex curse

How was I supposed to know? I knew I had been cursed. But the events that needed to take place the curse to activate were so complex, that I never thought I would eventually find myself like this.

I had just met Kim two nights ago, and we hit it off. We were making out, when she took off her bra, revealing her breasts. I didn't hesitate, I started kissing and licking them. She seemed to enjoy that. As I sucked on one of her nipples, I felt something warm come out of it. It tasted really good. But I stopped for a second, "is this milk? are you breastfeeding?" I asked. She blushed. I bet she didn't understand how bad that was. "No no... this can't be happening" I said as I looked out the window, realizing I was doomed.

I just realized I haven't said how the curse works. Although the events were complex to actually happen, it is quite simple to explain. The curse would activate at night, during a full moon, when I drink at least a drop of breast milk. When all that happens, I will take the place of the woman whose milk I just drank.

"This is bad" I said, with a voice that sounded like both, a man's and a girl's voice. "Lighten up, its just breast milk" she said. I looked back at her, and noticed some milk was still dripping off her breasts. I quickly continued sucking it. It tasted really good, and I knew I shouldn't drink it, but I just couldn't stop. She moaned, "I thought you didn't like it". I didn't respond, I continued sucking. A few minutes later, I had transformed into an exact copy of her. My own new breasts were dripping milk. She wasn't scared or anything, but she went straight for my breasts, and started drinking from my milk. As she drank, she started changing herself, becoming younger and younger. Until she became a baby herself.

"My beautiful girl" I said after she fell asleep. I knew exactly what had happened. I was now Kim. And instead of having just one baby boy, that's staying with his grandma, I also had a girl named Kat. I called my mom, and told her my date didn't show up. She brought my baby home, and although she didn't seem to remember Kat, the moment she saw her, she remember I had twin babies. I thanked her for her help. And went to bed. "Maybe one day I can find a man that will marry me" I thought as I fell asleep.

Milking Time

Hi, it's me, Keira. this is my first cap for the blog. hope you like it.

Jeremy was on a walk home after a long day of work. It was nearly midnight by the time he go onto his own street. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and when he went to rub it, he felt a dart stuck in the skin, when he noticed, he ran home as fast as he could, already getting drowsy as he went, collapsing on his bed when he got inside, falling asleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he just felt really off. Looking in the mirror, everything seemed fine. But for some reason, his center of gravity just felt off. Like his chest was weightless, and his back was too heavy for his front. And his gut just felt really uncomfortable. Like it was too thick.

He shrugged it off and went on with his day, feeling drained the whole time. At least during the day, the discomfort he kept feeling started to fade away. Eventually when he was packing up and going home, he felt normal again. Getting home and going to the bathroom, it became very clear why things felt better as the day went on, when Jeremy was surprised by the new form staring back in the mirror.

Everything was so different, but also so natural. Her body didn’t need any training, it had become used to this before it even happened. When she went to touch her chest to see if what she was looking at was real, the sudden pleasure of touching it flooded her mind. It was all she could think about. Groping, squeezing, milking.

She was oblivious when the men came into the apartment and ushered her out to a van and brought her to a secret facility. She eventually woke up in a purple sports bra and black leggings. She didn’t know what happened, or where she was. The only thing on her mind was when milking time was.

All in the jeans

Richard was on vacation from work and had chosen to go to a city on the coast known as mystic city. They had the motto " where anything can happen" which had brought out a curiosity in Richard as it had been rumored,to be a city full of voodoo and witchcraft. He checked in at his hotel and went around to explore the city.

Upon leaving his hotel he failed to see a small piece of metal on the door,Fran that caught his pants and ripped them. With that he had to go to buy new pants. Luckily there was a jeans store close by named " all in the jeans". Richard made his way over and was greeted by a girl about his age in her mid twenties. He explained that he was looking for a new pair of jeans and gave his measurements and everything. She explained that this was not the usual type of store, and that that they had a phrase that said " where the jeans choose you". Puzzled but not wanting to argue Richard played along.

The lady led Richard around the store, showing him around when he thought he saw a quick flash of light but quickly put it out of his head when the lady said that she had the right pair of jeans for him. Richard questioned her, in large part because the jeans appeared to be much too short for him as well as wider in the waistline. However, she insisted that he try them on and told him to be sure to place all items in these new jeans to see if they properly fit.

When Richard entered the dressing room he immediately did as had been previously instructed and proceeded to try on the jeans, even if it seemed ridiculous. As he placed,them along his ankles, he felt a shudder in his body that chilled him to the core. His hair changed from blonde to brown and lengthened before tying itself into a bun. He felt himself lose height slipping down nearly a foot from six foot to 5'1 as his thighs became thicker to the point where there was no longer any gap. Meanwhile his face had morphed to a more delicate feminine face albeit with large dimples in the cheeks. At this point two large DD breasts formed that were quickly heaved up as a bra surrounded them. The tapout logo on his sweatshirt altered to one that read PINK as his torso developed very pronounced curves. No sooner did Richard's skin start to darken to a caramel tone that solidified a race change to more Latina ancestry. Soon his last seconds as officially being a guy dwindled away as the jeans tightened and his coco and balls were replaced by a vagina. Finally the jeans did their work and her hips widened. After that her left buttcheek slowly expanded, followed by her right cheek to give her a full voluptuous booty filling out the seat of the jeans, and stretching them to their limits. Her boxer's elasticity expanded and shrunk in the back to become a zebra print thong.. She went to complain to the girl who explained that, like she said, the jeans choose you and make you to who you should be. She could have been turned into a muscular 6'5 guy if she was meant to, but that certainly wasn't the case. After that she checked her changed ID which was now Ashley Hernandez . apparently she was meant to be a curvy Latina girl who was now only 19 years old and attending the local mystic city college.The sales girl smiled and joked that she'd be seeing Ashley a lot more now that she was local, and that with a booty like hers she needed to work at the store. Ashley decided to accept her fate and took the job. After all, just like her big booty, it was all in the jeans

How I got to where I am

I sure love sleeping with random guys. Strong men, geeks, fat, thin, any kind of man, and the ocassional woman. If they can afford me, I will surely make their night. I wasn't always like this. And no, I don't mean that I wasn't always a sexy whore willing to sleep with anyone for money. What I mean is that I wasn't even a girl a couple of years ago.

It all started 2 years and 1 month ago. It was late really late at night. As I stepped out of the club with the hottest girl I couldn't help but think how lucky I was. We didn't even make it to my place, we started making out at the back alley. She kissed me and pushed me to the wall. She was inmensely strong. As we made out. I started to feel my body change, but at the time I thought I was just imagining things. 

As my date pulled back, I realized she looked taller than I remembered. "I think I am going to call you Amy" she said. "Wait what?" I asked, hearing my new voice for the first time, I stopped and grabbed my throath in disbelief. "What did you do to me?" I cried. "Turn me back this instant" I demanded. But she started waving her fingers in front of my face. Suddenly I felt different, I knew who I used to be, but I felt like being a woman wasn't so bad after all. "Go back to the club, find a date" she said. I adjusted my bra, and did what she said.

Inside the club I looked for the hottest guy I could find. Everything felt like a blur, I don't even remember when I changed my clothes. But I was now wearing a red dress. There I was dancing, rubbing my new round ass against some guys equipment. It was surprisingly aroussing. 

To much of my surprise I ended up making out with him, in the very same back alley where I had been transformed into a woman. I was pulling his zipper down, getting ready to give him a blowjob when I came to my senses. "Shit shit shit" I said, as I pulled back, and ran out of there.

I made it all the way to my home. Where I spent most of the night looking at myself in the mirror, hoping it wasn't real. "I am a guy, I'm a guy" I kept repeating to myself. I spent many sleepless nights hoping for all to be a dream. But nothing happened. 

One day, I called Kat, my former girlfriend. "Who's this?" she asked. "It's me... " I realized she wouldn't believe me, so I had to make up a story "I am Amy... I am dating John... your former boyfriend" I said. "We need to meet" I told her. I needed a friend, and if someone were to believe me, it would be her.

I was eager to see her, and I wanted to look good, so I spent a few hours getting ready. I even bought a new dress. I felt so hot and so innocent at the same time. I didn't know how I was going to tell her the truth, but I practiced several scenarios. But the time never came, I didn't have the guts to tell Kat, so I pretended to really be John's girlfriend. We talked for hours, and laughed and giggled a lot. But like I said, I didn't tell her the truth. "You're a hoot" Kat told me as we said goodbye.

Anyways, as I stepped out of the coffee shop, I felt my heart fall out of my chest. I got scared. It was the girl, the one that turned me into a girl. She was looking straight at me. She walked towards me, and I didn't have time to escape. She started waving her fingers again, and I felt my mind fade away. Suddenly I felt like a woman again. "This time, you will remain a woman in mind and soul forever. You will love pleasing men and sleeping with them" she said. I kissed her on the cheek and left.

That night I was back at the same club where I met her. I was looking for a guy to score with. I really wanted someone inside of me. I ended up at some guy's place having a threesome with him and his best friend.

I remember looking at their naked bodies in awe. I could feel my breasts being pressed by my clothes. Thank god they ripped it appart in no time.

Anyways, since that day I have been dating guys, lots of guys. Sleeping with them, doing anything to please them. It isn't a perfect life. But it sure is close to it. So, handsome, now you know the truth. Who cares who I used to be? I am all woman now. Now that you know the truth, do you still want to sleep with me?

What are you thinking about? You shouldn't keep a girl waiting.