Wish

My whole life I had wished I'd been born a girl, or that by some means, magical or fantastical, that I could become a woman. Over time I developed a fixation on this ide, it became a fetish and an obsession. I knew I'd never transition to transgenderism, not due to disagreeing with it, I just knew it would never fulfil the desires I had.

Today I was doing what I always do, looking through pictures of pornstars and tg captiosn, today's theme being MILFs, and idly wishing I could exchange lives with one of them. The pornstars or the caption character, whichever came first.

It was while looking through pictures of Romi Rain that I found myself drifting off to sleep, fantasizing about trading bodies with her and being fucked as her. During this dream I suddenly found it gain an aspect of realism it hadnt before. Normally dreaming is like floating underwater down a river, unsure and uncontrollable, but suddenly I found myself in a nice suburban home in what appeared to be a living room. There was a nice white couch, with several blue throw-pillows, there was a large TV on the opposite side of the room, and on the walls hung different skyline views of cities and buildings. And in the center of that postmodern home, was the picture perfect body of Romi Rain robustly displayed in baby blue pocka-dotted lingerie.

"Oh my god..." I managed to say "you're Romi Rain!"

The woman looked at me quizically, "How do you know my name? And how did you get in my apartment?" She seemed frightened and started to cover herself up with her hands.

"Well you-you're a pornstar, and I... uh.. like your work a lot." I stuttered, trying to sound like I wasn't just some random creep. Romi continued to eye me suspiciously, and with more than a little concern and confusion painted on her beautiful face. "And I don't know how I got here, I thought I was dreaming a moment ago when I ugh... made a wish." 

Romi seemed to relax a little at my last words, dropping her gaurd a bit she asked "You made a wish? I just made a wish too. And I'm not some pornstar by the way! I happen to be married to a great guy, and though I.... well I never publish anything. I'm not some bimbo!" Romi seemed visably offended by my suggestion, and I too felt confused, but at her last words her face seemed to sink. "But besides that, what did you wish? Because I wished for a new life, I wished not to be a housewife anymore, and I hardly see how some guy like you answers that wish!"

I was momentarily blown away, this wasn't Romi Rain the pornstar, but rather some alternative version of her where she's married to some dude who's never around.

"I wished...." I take a shaky breath, "I wished I was you. Well pornstar you, or maybe any version of you. I just wished... to be in your body."

***

Romi and I talked in length for some time, talking about how I was starting college and how I'd recently been promoted. About my recent vacations, hiking trips, and romantic escapades.

Romi then went on to explain how cushy her life is, how she had everything taken care of by her rich businessman husband. But she was miserable because though she was in great shape, financially and physically, she had lost her love for her traveling husband. She had turned to nightly visitors to bring excitement back into her life. Months later, after lots of casual, naughty, and adventurous sex, she was caught and her husband proposed an open marraige, since he too was disloyal. She'd considered leaving him, but the prenuptual agreement was pretty ironclad and after divorce she'd end up with nothing. And so here she was, waiting for another boring nightly caller, wishing she were someone else. Wishing she was someone with a more open future. Someone like me.

We both came to an agreement that we would like to be each other. No not just that, we desperatly needed to be each other. She saw in me, a way out of her cushioned yet restricted lifestyle. While I, saw in her everything I'd always wanted from womanhood. A delectable body. A consistant supply of sex and beautiful clothing, not to mention a hot husband who paid for everything I could possinly want.

Once we had voiced this, I was overcome with lust for her subtle form. And by the look on Romi's face she felt the same. We locked lips, and we melted into each other's arms. Her long nailed hands scraped my back with lust, and my hands dug into her thick ass. I felt out of breath, like Romi was sucking the air from my lungs. I continued kissing her, unable to breath but naturally calm besides the lust running through me. I pressed into her, and she pressed back into the couch. I gradually felt less and less, fordt my fingers felt numb, and my feet felt miles away. The feeling crept its way up my body, consuming everything until I couldn't see, couldn't hear, and I was once again being swept along like in a dream.

***

 I was in a room. On the walls hung my degrees. Hung pictures of treasured memories. I saw desk with trophies on it. And a door. The door was cracked. It was covered in scratches, the door handle especially. I pushed it open, and found a long hallway. I proceeded down. Pass door after door after door, all slightly different, but all tightly shut. I come across another cracked door. This one is somehow feminine. Inside I find a room fit for a woman. Pictures of memories on the walls. Dildos on a lavish pink bed. Makuep on a nightstand, and an expansive closet. I turn back to the door. I see a smile and and hear a voice. "Thank you" it says. The door is slammed shut. The handle is gone. There are scratches on this door too. Long nailed scratches. I look at my hands, and see long nails.

***

Feeling slowly returns to my body. I feel the lips of my lover, I feel her hands on my ass. I feel my soft chest pressed up against her hard breasts.

My eyes fly open, and I push away my own exact countinense. My hands are dainty and feminine, and long baby blue nails adorn the tips of my fingers. My former face is smiling down at itself, and then back at me. I stare down at my new frame, encased like a liquid in my new skyblue lingerie. I feel me breasts in their cups, the heels on my feet, the nails on my hands, and a wetness between my legs. I run a hand across my flat crotch and an airy gasp escapes my lips. I'm Romi.

"Oh my god." Comes my soft melodic voice, spilling from my new plump lips.

"I know. It's wonderful." Comes my former baritone, the masculinity of my former visage makes me quiver slightly. Romi runs his new hands all across his new body, stopping to grab a handful of his new hard tool. A manly gasp escapes him, and I barely manage not to moan in response.

Seeing his masculine hand groping himself, I make a move toward him. I'm barely thinking when i find my new feminine fingers gripping his cock through my former jeans. I fall to my knees before pushing him onto the couch where I lean over his lap. It isn't long until I have my new lips wrapped around his large pecker and I'm sucking zealously.

I bob up and down, making a orchestra of sucking sounds as I work him over and over and over. He does well, and maintains himself for quite some time, long enough that I'm nearlu soaking down below as he begins to tense. He pours his seed into my mouth, and my momentary hesitation to not withdraw is just long enough for him to grab me by my long  raven hair and force me to finish him. I swallow every last drop and I find the taste was bracing but not entirely unpleasant. He lets me go, and I release his cock in turn, emitting an audible pop, and I take a deep breath, letting out an airy feminine gasp.

"Thank you for the treat." I giggled, uncharacteristically. I must be absorbing her mannerisms and such. Romi's mannerisms. I was Romi now, and I clearly had her desires too.

"No thank you, Romi." He responds standing up and buckling his pants. "I look forward to seeing you getting fucked online." He says with a grin.

I go to respond, but suddenly the man I used to be had vanished. It was like I had blinked and he'd disappeared.

Back to my world. Back to his new world I guess.

I stood up, with great care in my high heels, and looked around my new home. Some part of my brain told me this was one of many of my homes now. I had a beach house, a suburban house, a penthouse. All of which my husband kept stocked with clothes food and a hot staff who could fuck either of us at will.

As if reading my mind there was a knock at the door. My nightly caller, the male escort I'd hired to tie me up and fuck me silly. This was going to be fun.

Knock Their Socks Off

Crissy and Abby were both sick of their annoying nerdy little brothers constantly bothering them. Luckily they found an old magic book and decided they'd get back at the two little punks. They enchanted some socks to be magical and turn their brothers into slutty girls for a while, that would teach them a lesson.

The got the boys to make contact and like mindless zombies they slipped the socks on over their legs, their bodies changing, growing wider hips, plump behinds and longer legs. The soon smirked to themselves now seeing their two younger brothers looking like little, or not so little, girls.

A Breeze on My Skin

I've been Jessica for a few days now, I was transformed because of a spell Rachel send to me when I joined this site. At first I thought Bianca, my girlfriend would freak out seeing me in another form like this. But to my surpirse she was actually taking it very well. I explained to her about my fantasy of being a girl, and I've been reading and writing TG caption for sometimes now. Lucky for me, she understand it, and she just want to stay together with me, even though that I am a girl now it was fine for her. Because she was also curious about trying a girl-to-girl action tht we already did numerous time since I was transformed.

This past few days I spent as a girl, I realized that not just my body that changed but also my mind. I was able to put on some make up, wear bras with no trouble (but to be honest, I prefer to be naked. Somehow it made me more comfortable than covering up my body), and also I was now becoming more and more obedient to Bianca. Before, I was the dominant role in our relationship, but now she took that role. Something felt right and nice when I obey her command on me. And that even made us even more connected to each other, our bond became stronger.

Yesterday she took me on a picnic at a field away from the city. It was always her favorite thing to do, its relaxing she said. I never really got very into it, but I used to take her anyway just to be able to spend some quality time together. But this time was different, I think my new body share the same interest as her, since the idea of having a picnic suddenly excite me.

We set up our spot, and prepared our meal that we packed from home. I stand on the field feeling t breeze on my skin, which somehow calm me. I really like this. I took a deep breath and smiled at Bianca.
"You like it, don't you? You should've transformed into Jessica since a long time ago!" She said to me
"I would transform if I had the spell back then..." I answered her and give her a big hug "Ohh I love you babe.."
"I love you too.." She said
We sat together on the grass, because I forgot to pack the picnic mats. I was worried that she would be mad at me, but she isn't.
"I like sitting on the grass better" She said while holding my hand
"I never liked it before.. But now I like the way the grass rubs against my skin.."
"Umm, maybe you should take off your dress so you can feel the grass with your whole body." She teased me
"No way babe. As much as I want to, no way I'm getting naked in the middle of this field.."
"Come babe, we're in the middle of nowhere. There are no one around here. Come on, take off your dress, I like you better without them."
I blushed, I took of my dress revealing my bras and panties. Without a word, Bianca pointed to my bra and panties and asked to take them off too. And then here I am, in the middle of the field standing naked. I can feel the breeze on my skin, its kinda cold and it made my nipples hard.

"Well, its better, isn't it?" She asked
"Actually, it is! Ahh! Its so nice being out here" I said as I lay down next to her. And then Bianca followed me, and we both laying on the grass.
I can feel every strand of grass brushed again my skin, it felt so nice, so good, it somehow made me a little bit horny. For a while I just take it all in, enoying the relaxing sensation. While taking a long breath of fresh air. We both lay quiely for a few moments..
"Babe, I need to ask you something. I need you t be honest" I started asking her
"Come on, Jessie you know you can ask me anything."
"Well, honestly are you okay with be being like this forever? I mean, I've became Jessica for a few days now. I don't have a job, not even an ID. I mean, you go to work while I just stay at hoe masturbate, and then please you when you get home. Its troubling me for a while now..." I said
"Oh.. of course I'm okay if you stayed like this.And no, I don't mind if I did all the work, for me its worth it. Me working hard to provide for myself and my 'girl'friend.." She said while reaching for my hand and hold it. Hearing her words made me feel warm inside. I was one a lucky man, or woman now.
"Don't you ever miss the old Jesse back? You know with the dick?"
"Umm... sometimes.." she said in a smaller voice
"What if.. what if I never go back as Jesse?" I said while tears started forming in my eyes.
"Ohhh, don't cry." She said as she cuddle my naked skin "As long as I'm with you I don't care if you're Jesse or Jessica I WILL always beside you... okay? Now stop crying, my little hot chick" She said as she tried to cheer me up.
I didn't know why suddenly I got very emotional, I love Bianca and I am afraid to lose her. But she assured me that we will always be together.

We spent the entire afternoon cuddling and teasing each other. When we talk, Bianca sometimes run her fingers and fidget with my hard nipples, making me really turned on. She really know what to press on my new body.

After a few round of fingering each other, followed by couple of orgasms and a lot of kissing and cuddling we finally decided to get home.
Once I get home, I washed all the dirty dishes from our picnic, clean myself up. And then started to relax on the bed with my phone. When Suddenly, I received a new mail from Rachel:
"Hey Jessica, how was being a girl? I bet you had a blast. Reading your journal on the OTGC blog, really tells me that you enjoy it very much. Not just you, but also Bianca your girlfriend. However, here I send you this email to tell you that the spell will wear off in about a week after he first transformation. And your time is almost up. I forgot to mention this in earlier email, but here I am to remind of it so you won't be alarmed when you change back to your old self. So, be prepare!
Cheers, Rachel"
My heart sank when I read the mail. I gaze to my beasts and can't imagine if losing those precious mounds. I smell my long hair, and the girly scent coming out of it made me knew I'll miss them. But not if I can trnasform back into Jessica, I can use the spell again. I tried to find Rachel's previous email contning the spell, but it was nowhere t be found. I look at the inbox, at the spam folder, at the trash, its gone! I started crying again. Scared of losing my new body thatI just get used to.
When Bianca entered the bedroom an saw me crying, she tried to calm me down. And I started to explain what just happened. She cheered me up, and offered me to have the last one of the great girl-on-girl experience, which she knew I wouldn't reject.

-Jess

From hunter to prey

As a man I never had any issues picking up women. Even being average looking I could always come home from the club with a new conquest. Nothing that difficult really, one or two drink offered, a couple of clichéd pick up lines and the trick was done. I guess my way of life really impacted me in the way I treat women and on the opinion I have of most of them. To me they are just… disposable, like a prop, and eventually I’ve been confronted about it.

It was Sarah, one friend of mine and one of the few women I actually respected, who one day threw a temper tantrum at me, saying that I was an asshole in and that I should have experienced how difficult it was to be a female and how degrading it was to be treated like nothing more than a piece of meat. I shrugged it off, women can get so emotional for minor things after all. Never would I have thought that she would have gone through with it.

When I saw the bodysuit she had bought for me I was speechless. It looked so creepy with its soulless eyes staring back at me from the box. And I should have worn it that thing? No way! But she convinced me in the end. We made a deal: I had to go clubbing wearing it and pretending to be a woman in order to experience how it felt like. If I accepted, she would have gone out on a date with me while wearing it and she would have had sex with me. She knew perfectly well how to persuade me. After all I had been after her for countless years, and the fact that she was one of the few women I was actually interested in dating and that she would constantly turn me down always drove me crazy. Plus despite how creepy that suit looked without any person filling it, it actually would have made an incredibly hot woman. Those humongous tits in particular were particularly tempting. I was amused at the idea of transforming my best friend into a busty eye candy. In the end I accepted the terms and wore it.

I have to admit that getting ready for my night out was quite difficult. While I was able to slip into the suit with no problems and despite how natural it felt, I soon learned to my expense that women have to go through a very long process before they can be ready to go out. Doing my hair and make-up was a pain in the ass, as well as walking around in the high heels Sarah prepared for me. And those huge tits turned out to be really heavy and really uncomfortable to carry around, constantly getting in the way and jiggling uncontrollably with every step I took. They looked and felt nice though, and after a little bit of practicing I was soon able to get around on my new shoes with little to no problem. Besides, I didn’t really need to go around in those, I would have just sat at the bar and waited for men to flock at me. I knew how that worked, and I would have had one hell of an evening in the end.

Just as I planned it didn’t took long for me to start getting approached by men. In no time I managed to get three drinks offered, and I was basking in all that attention. All of this was pretty new to me given my new perspective, and even the poorest pick-up line would flatter me, and it felt so good to have all those eyes on me. I actually planned to play hard to get a lot more than what I actually ended up doing. Maybe it was the drinks that now were a lot more effective in getting me drunk due to my new body, or maybe Sarah fucked around with the personality settings of the suit more than I thought. What stands it that by the end of the night I was in the back seat of some guy’s car ready for some sexy time. The deal never required for me to actually get all the way through with my experience as a woman, and I was pretty scared of what was about to happen. But I just shrugged all my doubts off and decided that since I was there I might as well truly understand how it felt like for women. Needless to say, it was the most incredible experience of my life.

That should have been it. I had won the bet and now I was owed the date I always wanted. But for some reason I still have not collected my winning. I keep going with my mind to that evening. What was I thinking? I had sex with the first rando who offered me a drink and told me some nice words. I behaved like a slut! That couldn’t possibly have been me! Why am I even still thinking about it? That was it, I did what I had to do, and the woman I impersonated will never be heard of again, right? Sure, I still have the suit, but that is only for Sarah to use now. And I will never see that guy again. That was the plan. This is driving me crazy. Why was I so stupid to give him my real number? But most importantly, why isn’t he still calling me? I feel so… used.