Girls Night Out Pt. 1

Hi all! This is the first of a two-parter I’m doing. Happy reading!

It all started as a joke. My daughter Diana was planning on going out to a party with her friends. Unfortunately, her friends said they had to cancel. I heard my daughter crying loudly, I walked in her room and consoled her. I assured her that everything was going to be alright, and I told her that I’d go with her. 

“Dad, you can’t. It was supposed to be a girls night out.” she said. “Who said I had to be your dad?” I smirked. She looked up confused and I left, eventually coming back with a small pill. 

“Dad, what is that?” Diana asked. “It’s XChange. Had it for a while so I thought why not use it, right?” I responded. 

Nightfall had finally arrived and Diana was getting ready in her room. I soon entered and took the pill. Immediately, I felt a tingle and then my body shimmered. After the transformation was finished, I showed off my new form to my daughter, her jaw glued to the floor. “Oh my god, dad. You’re...” “Younger. It was a custom pill, it made me around your age. No one will ever suspect who I really am.”

Diana and I finally got dressed. “Wow dad. You look amazing,” she said as she saw me in one of her dresses. I blushed at the compliment. She was dressed in a white blouse that fit her well, and made her look even more beautiful than before. 

I had told my wife about my plans for the evening, going out with our daughter, and she was surprisingly okay with it. I didn’t think anything of it as we walked out and entered her car. We turned on the radio and made our way to our first girls night out together.

Club Nox. The hottest nightclub in town. I gasped as we made our way to the parking lot. Diana smiled and made her way out the car, I soon followed after taking a deep breath. After we waited in line for what seemed like hours, we finally made our way in and saw what looked like thousands of people dancing. 

We danced the night away, my worries falling away from me as we had an amazing time together. While we danced, a handsome man made his way to us. “Hey, ladies. Care to join me for a dance?” he asked. I looked in his eyes, I swear I saw those before but I couldn’t connect the dots. “I have a...” I began before I was interrupted by my daughter. 

“We would love to. What’s your name?” Diana asked the man. “James. Yours?” he responded while still dancing. “Diana. Her name is...” she looked at me, expecting an answer. “Mia,” I blurted out. I found that name coming naturally to me, it’s what I would’ve been named if I were born female. I guessed that now that I am female, at least temporarily, it was only natural to have a female name. 

We danced with him, I giggled as he took my hand in his and maneuvered me so our faces were mere inches from each other. “Why don’t we go back to my place?” he asked, leaning back and shouting over the music. “We’d love to,” Diana said, looking at me. 

After the fast paced song faded, a slow song came in and we made our way out of the club. We entered his car and made our way to an apartment building. His apartment was fairly large, larger than me and my wife’s first apartment when we started dating. James quickly attacked us with kisses, lifting us and getting us undressed. None of us knew what do except him. 

“I’m gonna need you both on all fours.”

Witch For A Roommate

 Hi all! This is something new I wanted to try. This will be simultaneously released on this and OpenTGC. Happy reading!

You’ve probably heard about people having wizards as roommates, but let me make this clear. Do NOT get a wizard for a roommate! Let’s take a look at my roommate. Her name is Jenny and she’s a practicing witch. 

She’s beautiful but there’s a couple problems, as previously mentioned she’s a practicing witch, and she’s a lesbian. Normally I wouldn’t have a problem with that, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had a girlfriend. Hearing her have fun with her girlfriend in the room next to mine keeps reminding of how lonely I really was. 

Anyway, I want to emphasize the “practicing” in practicing witch. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come home to see that our furniture had been turned into animals or how many times I’d been turned into something by her just to see if a spell was real or not. Don’t even get me started on the stench from her potions!

One day, I came home and saw Jenny and her girlfriend. She was a nice girl and so in love with Jenny.  I quickly went to my room to take a nap. When I woke up, I felt different, and a man had his dick out right in front of my face! Instead of wiping it away and getting out of bed, I felt a strong urge to suck it, to worship it. 

As I worshipped this man’s mighty member, I heard a giggle come from him. That’s when I realized that this man was actually Jenny. “Fuck,” I thought to myself. “She must’ve turned me into a girl again.” When she was feeling sad or lonely, sometimes she would turn me into a girl and we would have sex, other times she would turn into a man and me into a girl. 

I couldn’t stop, I was a man (or woman) possessed. I had to keep sucking Jenny’s cock. I bobbed my head back and forth and placed a hand on his warm cock, eliciting a small moan. While I was sucking his cock, he leaned over slightly and began playing with my breasts, eliciting a small moan from me that sent shivers down his spine. 

“Is she ready?” a male voice asked, I deduced that it must’ve been Jenny’s girlfriend. “I think she is,” Jenny said, picking me up while I was still sucking his cock. He carried me to the living room and another pair of hands maneuvered me in between them. Suddenly, I felt a new cock enter my oozing, ready to be fucked pussy. 

The amount of pleasure that I felt was indescribable. The feeling of two cocks in your holes was infinitely better than just one. Jenny rubbed my pussy as his now male girlfriend held me in place and fucked me raw. I held on to Jenny’s legs as I furiously rubbed his cock while it was still in my mouth, attempting to milk his mighty seed from his grapefruit sized testicles. 

It wasn’t long before we all climaxed simultaneously. Jenny came in my mouth while his girlfriend came in my unprotected pussy. As we bathed in the afterglow, they placed me down on to the couch. “What the fuck did you do? Why did you cum inside her?” Jenny asked angrily. “Sorry babe. I thought it was fine,” his girlfriend replied, cowering in fear. “You idiot! Now he’s stuck like that! He’s a fucking girl forever,” Jenny said. His girlfriend began to cry and ran off, just in time for them to transform back. Jenny kneeled and held me in her arms. I was still in shock. I wasn’t getting my body back! What was I gonna tell my boss? 

Her girlfriend came back and kneeled next to her. “Baby please. I am so sorry, I didn’t know this was gonna happen,” she said, tears still in her eyes. “Get out,” Jenny replied coldly. Just before she got up and left, I turned and said “wait.” They both looked at me confusedly. I smiled before standing up, Jenny soon followed. 

I suddenly had an epiphany. This was what I wanted. I told them about how I was so lonely and how I didn’t have a girlfriend. Whenever I heard them having sex, I was jealous. I wanted to be there with them, but as a woman. When Jenny had turned me into a girl before, it felt right. I began to sob as I realized that I was meant to be a woman all along. 

They held me in their arms and kissed me on my cheeks. Their warmth reassured me that everything was going to be okay. “How about another round? This time, us girls can have fun together,” Jenny asked. I smirked and attacked her with a kiss. They sure know how to make a girl scream. 

It’s been a couple months since that fateful night. Jenny’s girlfriend eventually moved in with us, and we are officially a thrupple. My belly has significantly swollen, but they love the new me. They can’t wait to be mothers. I just hope that we don’t tell the baby that it’s mother is technically it’s father, and that it’s father is technically it’s mother. 

In conclusion, don’t get yourself a witch for a roommate, unless you want to end up like me, with two loving girlfriends and a baby on the way. Actually, you may want a witch for a roommate after all. You never know how they’ll change your life for the better.

This Stupid Shift!

 This stupid fucking shift! Let me start from the beginning. When the great shift hit, the whole world went into chaos. The people on the news were encouraging everyone to stay home and think pure thoughts. Well, let's just say that didn't happen. 

One morning, I woke up not in my bed. I looked over and saw my father sleeping next to me! I furiously ran to the bathroom and screamed when I saw my reflection. I was my mother! 

I must've woke up the whole house because the next thing I knew, my whole family was screaming as well. My father ran to the bathroom and examined himself in the mirror. "Why am I dad?" he asked, clearly annoyed and confused. My sister was in my dad's body! I didn't know whether to puke or pass out, but I managed to hold myself together and tell her that I was her brother. 

Minutes later, we calmed down and got dressed in our new clothes. I had no experience with putting on female clothes and makeup, so my sister had to help me. "Mom! Dad! Where are you?" we yelled in unison. "We're downstairs," came from my sister's old body. It was good to know that my parents were still here, but the fact that we swapped with each other still freaked me out. 

We went downstairs and saw our old bodies sitting next to each other on the sofa. "Mom?" I asked. My old body raised it's hand. "Dad?" my sister asked. Her old body raised it's hand. I chuckled. Not only were our parents us, they were different genders as well. We sat down next to our "children" and watched the news. 

We were devastated to hear that scientists were baffled by this shift and that any and all changes were permanent. We weren't getting our bodies back! I held my "husband's" hand in fear, feeling the warmth emanating from him made me feel safer. 

It took a while for my family to get used to our new lives. It was weird at first hearing my former parents call me mom, but it felt nice. My husband and I got new jobs, and our children went back to college. Oddly enough, my son was more popular than I ever was. My daughter got a new boyfriend and he was clearly jealous of him. He eventually got over it as he got a new girlfriend. They looked happy with their new partners, but a mother could tell when something was off. 

In the middle of the night, I heard strange noises coming from their shared bedroom. I got up and checked out what was going on. As I crept towards their room, the noises got louder and then I heard my daughter saying my son's name in between what sounded like moans. I opened the door and my jaw dropped as I saw my children having sex.

They immediately froze once we locked eyes. "Mom! It's not what it looks like," my son said, quickly taking his cock out of his sister's pussy and putting on a pair of underwear. My daughter quickly dressed as well. "What the hell were you thinking?" I asked, folding my arms. They explained that after the shift happened, they had trouble getting used to their new bodies, being younger and different genders. They still loved each other, but now that they were brother and sister they swore off sex. They got new partners, but they just weren't the same as when they were with each other. "Please, mom. We just want to love each other like before," my daughter said, tears in her eyes. 

I unfolded my arms and sat down next to them. I gave them both a kiss on the cheek, my son blushing. "I'm not going to pretend that this shift has been easy, because it hasn't, remember that I used to be your son. I know you still love each other, so next time try to be a little quieter, okay? Your father is still sleeping," I said. "Thanks mom. You're the best," my children said, giving me a big hug. "Get some sleep you two. You still have school tomorrow," I said, breaking the hug. They gave me a kiss on my cheeks before falling asleep in each other's arms on my son's bed. 

When I got back to my room, I passionately kissed my husband on the lips. Ever since the shift, my former sister never wanted to show me the same kind of affection that my former parents did to each other and myself. "What was that about?" he grumbled. "Just wanted to show how much I love you," I said, snuggling up next to him. "I love you too. Now let's get some sleep," he said, quickly snoring afterwards. 

A week had passed and I just couldn't take it anymore. I was horny. REALLY horny. I needed my husband's cock inside me and I needed it now. Once he got home from work, I pounced on him and attacked him with kisses. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. "I need you," I whispered. Our eyes connected and I felt the need build up inside me. 

We arrived at our room and I quickly undressed him. I pulled down his underwear and gasped as I saw his massive dick. He was hung like a horse! No wonder my former parents loved each other so much.

I needed it inside me as soon as possible. I looked up and he seemed uncomfortable but I reassured him that it was ok by putting it in my mouth. The feel and warmth made my pussy wetter than a waterfall. He placed a hand on the back of my head, ecouraging me to go deeper. Thankfully, I had no gag reflex so I could take my man's massive length all the way inside my throat. He then picked me up, I giggled at his strength, and threw me on the bed. He crawled to me and kissed me before inserting his spit-lubed cock into my wet vagina. 

The sex was amazing. It felt so much better as a woman than it ever was as a man. We made out as he slowly thrusted in and out of me. "Just fuck me already," I whispered in his ear. His tongue invaded my mouth as he began thrusting harder, his balls slapping my ass and making me moan harder. I'm sure that my kids were listening and doing the same thing, but I didn't care. I wanted this moment to last forever. 

Moments later, my legs were wrapped around his waist, ensuring that there was no escape for him. "I love you," I screamed as he came inside my unprotected womb. I heard my daughter do the same and my husband quickly got dressed and left. I chuckled as I raised my legs, ensuring that his tiny swimmers would find my eggs. 

My husband quickly found out what our children were doing. The talk was long and awkward, but I supported my children unapologetically. "This is incest!" he lightly yelled. "Technically, we're brother and sister in our parent's bodies. Would you call what we just did incest?" I asked him, my hand on his thigh. He quickly calmed down and accepted the fact that our whole family was now fucking each other. 

One month later, we were having a nice dinner. Now that we didn't have to hide anything, my children were more hands on with each other, my daughter sitting on her brother/lover's lap. "Look at my babies. They're all grown up," I said, a tear forming in my eye. We all shared a laugh as we kissed our lovers. "I have an announcement to make," my daughter said. "It came back positive. I'm pregnant," she said. My husband and I applauded and celebrated as they kissed. "I have an announcement too," I said, rubbing the small swell in my belly. 

Our family tree was about to get a lot weirder.

A Shift In Power

 My husband and I have been going through a dry spell recently. I've told him how much I wanted children, but he just never wanted to have sex with me. Then one day, I decided that I have had enough. 

We went to a therapist, it was our first time going to therapy so we were both a bit nervous. It started off well until my husband admitted something that rocked me to my core. He didn't want to have sex with me because he didn't like being a man, and that he thought felt like a woman on the inside. I never would've known that he was trans, he had my love and support of course, but I was caught off guard by his confession. 

The therapist seemed to know, as she smirked and slipped us a piece of paper. Before I could ask what it was, our time was up and we left. My husband, or wife now I suppose, was crying in the car, I held her hand as we drove home. 

Once we arrived at home, I went to our bedroom and pulled out that tiny slip of paper that the therapist gave me. I read it out loud and suddenly my vision was blinded by a flash of light. 

Once I was able to see again, I knew something was different. What did this slip of paper do?  I brought my arm up, my ring was still there but my arm was bigger and had hair on it. I looked down and saw that instead of my normal large breasts, my chest was flat. I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was shocked to see that I was now a man!

"Oh my god," I said, shocked at the sight of my new naked body and holding my mouth closed after I heard my new deep voice. "Honey, are you okay?" my wife asked walking into the bathroom, her voice light and soft. 

God, she was hot. Her huge breasts and her fat ass were absolutely perfect. "Great," I thought to myself. "Now that I'm a male I'm thinking with my dick." Speaking of my dick, it was now fully erect at just the mere sight of her. "Ay mi amor, someone's excited today," she said. When she was my husband, she wasn't latino so it was interesting to see the hot latina she had become. She brightly smiled before bringing me in for a kiss. This was a lot better than before this change. 

We tore off each other's clothes, and before I knew it we were in the shower. We furiously made out before she kissed her way down, kneeling in the process. She smirked as rubbed my cock, the alien sensation driving me wild. We both knew what was about to happen, and I had absolutely no intentions of stopping her. She quickly brought it into her mouth and began sucking. 

The feeling was amazing. The warmth from her mouth and hand enveloping my cock made me involuntarily moan. It wasn't long before she began sucking faster, actively worshipping my new member. I placed my hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to go deeper. Her moans sent millions of tiny shocks throughout my body, causing me to slightly thrust in and out of her mouth. 

She released my cock with an audible *pop* as she stood up and our lips met again. She walked out of the shower, her curvy hips swaying as she walked out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. I walked behind her and she waved a finger, inviting me to have more fun with her. I kneeled on the bed and inserted my cock into her pussy. 

We fucked for hours, if I were still female I would've already came, but as a male I wasn't even close to an orgasm. "I love you, baby," I said, my mighty ballsack slapping my wifes voluptuous ass. "Te amo mucho," she replied in between moans. Sex was so much better as a man! Being the one with the dick and in control was so much more satisfying than having a vagina and being submissive. 

Suddenly, I felt a buildup in my crotch. "I'm gonna cum," I said, my thrusts beginning to go harder and faster. "Cum inside your wife, mi amor," she replied, flexing her pussy muscles. "I'm cumming," we yelled in unison. I finally came inside her, some droplets of semen remaining on the outside as she removed my cock. 

We fell asleep in each others arms, still naked but we didn't care. 

In the morning I called the therapists office to see if we could schedule another appointment with the therapist. I gasped as they told me that they had never heard of that therapist and I hung up. I was a dude permanently! I looked over to my sleeping wife and my whole mood changed. She had the body she'd always wanted and she's finally happy as a woman. It was going to be a long journey being a man for the rest of my life, but I would get used to it. 

Two months later, my wife's belly had gotten slightly bigger. We celebrated with another round of love making after she told me she was pregnant. I had always wanted children and now we were going to have them, only she was the one giving birth. I just hope that wherever that therapist is, she's happy knowing that she changed my life for the better. I love my wife, and I just know that she's going to be an amazing mother. 

Bridgette smiled as she saw the new couple cuddling on her phone. Ever since she became a witch, she had been helping couples. Some were as small as a rejuvination of their sex life, or as big as a shift in power and gender swapping.

She took a sip of her drink and then saw a couple walking into the Starbucks, she immediately could tell that they were unhappy. After they ordered their drinks and sat down, she walked up to the couple. "Who the hell are you?" asked the man. She smiled and sat down next to them. "I'm Bridgette. I'm a therapist and I can just tell that you're both going through something," she said. 

"We're fine thank you," the man said, taking a sip from his cup of coffee. "Actually, my boyfriend here and I have been having some trouble lately," his girlfriend said. "Would you like to schedule an appointment?" Bridgette asked the couple. The girlfriend nodded. "Great! How about noon?" Bridgette asked. "That sounds good," the girlfriend responded. They shook hands and Bridgette left, eager to help another troubled couple.

The Girl With the Magic Vagina

 Michael sat silently at the bar. He considered himself a player, fucking a different woman every day. This day was no different, before the end of the night he would find a new woman.

That's when he set his sights on the perfect woman. She was beautiful, with her dark brown hair, and her black leather dress that complemented her body perfectly, she was practically begging for a good fuck. 

Michael downed his drink and smoothly walked over to the lonely girl. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here?" he asked the girl. She looked up and then away. He sat next to her and sensually placed a hand on her leg. She immediately knew what he was doing, but she went along with it anyway. 

He introduced himself and extended his hand. "I'm Sarah," the girl said, shaking his hand. "Say babe, why don't we go back to my place and...have some fun," Michael leaned in. Sarah pretended to chuckle. "Let's go back to mine. I'll rock your world," she said, leaning in and whispering in his for her last sentence. Michael paid both of their tabs and they walked out of the bar.

Michael had finally hit the jackpot! This woman was constantly giving him the hardcore "fuck me" eyes. He knew she wanted it and he was going to give her the ravaging of a life time. It was a shame he wouldn't get to see her afterwards but he was already used to it. 

Once they were inside Sarah's apartment, Michael immediately pounced on her, Dry humping her while they made out. "Let's go somewhere more...intimate," she whispered, biting his ear after. Michael carried her and managed to find her bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed as they removed their clothes. 

Michael licked his lips as he looked at his target for the night, Sarah's wet, tight pussy. There was a faint glow emanating from her vagina, and he felt beckoned to eat her out. He dropped to his knees in front of her and started passionately licking her oozing sex. 

"Good boy," Sarah said, petting her lovers hair. Michael then inserted two fingers inside her pussy, he savored the taste and a trail of fire spread throughout her body. Michael didn't know that by doing this act, he unkowingly sealed his fate forever. 

Sarah's vagina was actually magical, changing whoever fucked her or ate her out into whatever she wanted. She first discovered this power when she had sex for the first time. Her boyfriend at the time unknowingly changed into a dog, eventually keeping him as a pet since she didn't know how to change him back. 

Her girlfriends had told her about Michael and how he used them just for sex, never seeing them again and paying them like they were cheap whores. She studied him for a while, going to the bar that he usually occupied and patiently waited for him to notice her. 

Sarah's back arched and she finally came all over Michael's rugged face. Instantly, his body began to change. His face was more feminine, and body was more slender. His skin became slightly darker, almost tanned in appearance. His hair grew longer until it covered his pectorals, becoming lighter until it was blonde. Tiny breasts began to form and produce on his chest until they were a perfect C cup. His voice became lighter and more feminine. His manhood shrunk as it receded back into his body and formed into a little clit and a pretty little pussy formed in its place.

Michael stood silent as his transformation finished, his mind becoming as empty and blank as the expression on his now feminine face. The mental changes finally kicked in and Michael was no longer in control. Michaela was the hottest and cheapest slut in town, sucking and fucking anyone who even looked at her. 

Sarah stood up and walked to her closet, pulling out a strap on and putting it on. "Get on the bed slut," she said, the new slut eagerly did as she was told. Moans flooded the hallways as Sarah fucked the slut, pulling her hair and going harder and faster. "Now you'll know your place, slut," Sarah coldly said in Michaela's ear as she managed to go even deeper. The slut didn't know what she was talking about, she was a good slut and good sluts know their place. 

Moments later, Michaela finally orgasmed, her screams muffled by the pillow she was biting into. After bathing in the afterglow, Sarah put away her strap on back into the closet and paid the slut for her services. She giggled and kissed Sarah on the cheek before leaving, eager to go back to her new life of whoring herself out for a cheap fuck. 

Sarah never saw Michaela again after that. She heard rumors around town of a blonde slut that would suck or fuck anyone for a very cheap price. Michaela loved her new life. She loved sex and it was the only thing she ever thought about. If she wasn't sucking or fucking someone, she was masturbating until someone finally came along. 

Michaela was in heaven as she sucked and fucked the biggest, blackest cocks she had ever seen. She had never been filled so much and she loved every second of it. 

Meanwhile, Sarah sat at the bar, waiting for the next person to come up to her. Finally, a tall, blonde man walked up to her. "Hey baby. Why don't we come back to my place?" he asked. She smiled as he sat down, the cycle continuing again.

Making His Dream Girl Pt. 3 Choice A

Hi all! This is a sequel caption to choice A of part 2. I hope you enjoy and happy reading!

I awoke in Kelly's arms as I felt a wave hit my body. I deduced that it must've been from the broken machine. I felt my body changing until all of a sudden, I felt and looked different. I ran over to the bathroom to find out that I now looked like a beautiful brunette! 

Was this what Kelly wanted me to be? Did I always want a brunette? Those thoughts raced in my head, while I examined my body. I heard Kelly moan, her voice was suspiciously lighter and higher. My body suddenly stiffened, and new memories entered my body.

I met the love of my life, Kelly, in college. We were roommates, and quickly became best friends. We did everything together, eating and going to parties together. We laughed it off when people thought we were either twins or dating. That's when it began. During senior year, she couldn't take it anymore. She woke up me and told me that she was in love with me. I knew that she was a lesbian, and I was bisexual myself. I broke down as I told her that I had a crush on her too, and we kissed for the first time.

During our graduation, she went down on one knee and proposed. I gasped as I saw the most beautiful ring being held by the most beautiful woman in the world. One year later, we were married. 

I walked back to our room, and I saw my beautiful wife sleeping. I went back to our bed, kissing her on her forehead. She woke up, and returned a kiss to my lips. "Good morning, beautiful," she said. Her smile making my heart flutter immediately. Even with bed head and morning breath, she was still the perfect woman. 

She walked to the bathroom, leaving me alone on the bed. I tried to fall asleep, but something was wrong. I was horny. REALLY horny. I kept thinking about how she would eat me out like there was no tomorrow, how she could make me cum in a mere matter of minutes. My pussy was wetter than a waterfall. My hand subconsciously worked its way down to my vagina, and then I saw my wife naked.

She crept towards me and tore off my clothes. Whenever we had sex, she always wanted me to call her mommy. I didn't understand it but it seemed to turn her on. "Have you been a good girl?" she whispered as she began slowly rubbing my clit. "Yes mommy," I replied, holding back my moans. "Do you want mommy to make you come?" she asked, rubbing faster. "Yes mommy. Please!" I said as small moans escaped my lips. "You better do the same to mommy," she said as she quickly maneuvered to sit on my face.

I ate my "mommy" out as she continued rubbing my pussy. We were drowning in pleasure as I ate her out, she was clearly enjoying as much as I did. Minutes later, we came simultaneously before picking me up and carrying me to our bathroom, cleaning ourselves and making new messes in the process. 

Once we were clean and got dressed, I received a call from my parents. They explained to me how they desperately wanted grandchildren. Since I was an only child, I had no siblings to rely on for this. After the call ended, I told my wife and she scoffed. "Well, I'm not doing it. My body's too beautiful to be carrying children," she said. I agreed with her on her body being beautiful. Since I didn't trust artificial insemination, I reluctantly agreed to get myself pregnant.

A month later, I found a man at a bar who agreed to impregnate me. He was relatively attractive, although not as hot as Kelly. When we arrived back at my place, he tried to kiss me but I quickly stopped him. I told him that he was here just for sex, so no kissing or foreplay. 

He fucked me with an intensity that I never experienced before. I had dated boys before in high school, but they were just boys, not men, and never gave me that satisfaction until I met Kelly. Our collective moans crescendoed into intense orgasms and screams. I saw my wife smiling as she saw me getting furiously railed. Moments later, he finally came inside me, knocking me up. 

After he finally shot his load, ensuring that I would be carrying his child, we cleaned ourselves and got dressed. We paid him handsomely for his deed and he left. Kelly walked over to me and kissed my tummy, her future child soon to be inside. 

9 months later, I gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Everyone was happy that day. My parents were happy to finally have a grandchild, Kelly and I were happy to have a child, and I'm sure that man was just happy to have knocked up a pretty girl.

I love my wife and our child. She really is my dream girl, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Making His Dream Girl Pt. 2 Choice B

 ...a beautiful brunette! Everything about him...her... was perfect. Her perfect hair, her fair skin, her perfect complexion, her breasts weren't as big as I thought they would be, but her long legs and perfectly round ass were to die for. It was as if she was molded from clay, but in reality she was my father remolded by the machine. 

"You are in so much trouble!" My former father screamed until he went blank. Along with physical changes, the machine also had mental changes, so my dream girl wouldn't be begging me to change her back.

She suddenly jumped with life. My father's mind was gone and Kaley was born.

She giggled and covered her mouth, she was visibly shy around me. I stood up and her smile made my heart flutter. She seemed to build up enough confidence to wrap her arms around me, she stood on her tip toes and placed her lips on mine. I was surprised at first, but I eventually melted into the kiss. It was more passionate than I expected, our tongues now beginning to dance in each others mouths.

Kaley then broke the kiss and whispered, "I want to suck your cock." Her soft whisper sent chills down my spine, and my penis was erect almost immediately. I didn't stop her as she kneeled before me and unzipped my pants, she even chuckled when my cock lightly slapped her face.

We laid down on the bed while making out with each other. She then started kissing her way down my body until she found her way to my cock. She licked all the way from my balls to my cock head, sending tingles all throughout my body. She then grabbed my penis and placed it in her mouth. 

Kaley's warm hand combined with her mouth felt amazing on my massively erect member. I had never had an experience like this. She quickly removed my cock from her mouth and asked, "am I doing okay?" with a look of concern on her face. I smirked and nodded as I placed a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to keep going. 

She stared at me the entire time, never breaking away even for a split second. Her hazel eyes met mine and that familiar heart flutter returned. That was the moment I fell in love. "Fuck. You're so beautiful," I muttered. She surely liked the compliment, since she started going faster and even attempting to deepthroat, but she gagged as my cock head graced her uvula.

I was this close to cumming, until she removed her mouth yet again and moved to lay next to me. "I've loved you ever since we first met. I want you to be the man who knocks me up," she said. My eyes lit up like a christmas tree. Technically, we just met and now she wants me to knock her up! She reassured me by passionately kissing me. I tore off my clothes and went in front of her. 

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked her. "More than anything, baby," she said in anticipation of the pounding she was ready to receive. Kaley's vagina was completely wet at this point, leaving damp spots on my bed sheet. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself as I inserted my cock into her tight, wet slit. 

"Is this ok? Am I going too hard?" I asked. "Fuck no. Keep going," she said, her voice shaky. Her warm and wet pussy fit my cock like a glove. Our collective moans crescendoed into screams of pleasure and satisfaction. 

After about an hour, I finally felt that I was about to burst. "I'm about to cum," I warned her. "It's ok. Cum inside me, my love," she said in between moans. "I love you!" she yelled as I came inside her unprotected womb.

After cleaning myself off, Kaley was still in bed, her legs raised in order to ensure she would become pregnant. I jumped on top of her as we proceeded to make out again. It was then that I heard something fall. I looked over to see my machine broken, shattered into millions of little pieces like broken glass.

At first I was devastated, but then I felt happy, like a weight came off of my shoulders. I loved this beautiful woman to death, and she loved me.

My father was basically dead for all I cared, Kaley was all that mattered to me.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, smiling as we dreamed of our new life, and children, together.

Making His Dream Girl Pt. 2 Choice A

Hi all! This is an alternate choice from the "Dream Girl" series I did over a year ago. This was inspired by a comment from a user on OpenTGC. I'm not sure if I will make sequel captions to these, but if you want to see that, feel free to say so in the comments. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and happy reading!

...a slutty blonde! Everything about him...her... was perfect. Her light hair, her fair skin, her perfect complexion, her large breasts, as well as her long legs. She was the definition of a goddess, someone you would happily give your life for just one minute with them. 

"You are in so much trouble!" My former father screamed until he went blank. Along with physical changes, the machine also had mental changes, so my dream girl wouldn't be begging me to change her back.

She suddenly jumped with life. My father's mind was gone and Kelly was born.

"Like, hi cutie," she said. Her voice was high and bubbly, but at the same time sultry and smooth. Her smile was infectious, and I began to feel a stirring in my crotch. She giggled as she crept over to my bed and our lips met. I was surprised at first, but I eventually melted into the kiss. It was more passionate than I expected, our tongues now beginning to dance in each others mouths. 

While were locked in our kiss, I felt Kelly's hands move from my crotch to the top of my pants and unzipping. She pulled down my pants and underwear, giggling as my erect cock lightly slapped her face. 

Her warm hand felt amazing against my massively erect member. She gave me a sexy smirk before placing my cock in her mouth. I had never had an experience like this. 

She stared at me the entire time, never breaking away even for a split second. She sucked like a true slut, using all of her favorite cock sucking techniques. I placed my hand on the back of her head, encouraging the buxom blonde to go further. 

I felt like a man possessed as I forcefully removed her head from my cock and tore off my clothes. She maneuvered and went on all fours in front of me, she knew exactly what I was doing. She seductively shook her ass, I quickly took the initiative and inserted my cock into her pussy. 

Her warm and wet pussy fit my cock like a glove. Our collective moans crescendoed into screams of pleasure and satisfaction. After about an hour, I finally felt that I was about to burst. "I'm cumming" we yelled in unison as I came inside her unprotected womb. 

After cleaning ourselves and putting my clothes back on, we proceeded to make out, until I heard something fall. I looked over to see my machine broken, shattered into millions of little pieces like glass. At first I was devastated, but then I felt happy, like a weight came off of my shoulders. I loved this beautiful woman to death, and she loved me.

My father was basically dead for all I cared, Kelly was all that mattered to me.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, smiling as we dreamed of our new life together.

Arguments Lead To Confessions Epliogue

 It's been a year since Frank and I officially became a couple. It was interesting when I came back to work and everyone saw me as a woman. Some were confused and some were supportive. I found new friends with all the women at work. I stopped hanging out with my male co-workers (minus Frank of course), and started hanging out with my female co-workers instead.

The month after we started dating, I woke up feeling strange. I had weird cramps, which I just thought was my period. I was still getting used to being a woman full-time, so this still felt different for me. After doing my new daily routine, I went out to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test. It later came back positive. 9 months later, I gave birth to beautiful baby girls. I didn't know if they were Frank's or my ex-wife's but I didn't care. 

My ex-wife shows up every month and takes an X-Change Blue Pill, and we have threesomes. Him and Frank fuck me until my whole body is sore and I absolutely love it. The feeling of two cocks in your holes really makes you feel different, but a good kind of different. 

Recently, Frank finally proposed. The proposal was beautiful. We went to his parent's house and he accidentally referred to me as his fiancé. "Fiancé?" I asked. He smiled and went down on one knee. I had butterflies in my stomach. "I have loved you ever since we met. I never want to stop loving you. Will you marry me?" he asked, pulling out a box with a beautiful diamond ring inside. Of course I said yes. We kissed and his parents clapped.

My life is quite a handful. Handling two daughters, planning a wedding, and working full time really takes a toll on a woman. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I have the greatest family in the world, and a loving, supportive fiancé. 

The wedding is in July.

Arguments Lead To Confessions Pt. 5

 Frank was taken aback by my revealing. "Jack? Why are you a woman again?" he asked, his voice a mix of shock and confusion. "Can we come in?" my wife asked. Ever the gentlemen, Frank motioned for us to come inside and holding the door open for us. 

We found our way to his couch and moments later he came in with glasses of wine. He took a quick sip from his glass before sitting next to us. As I sipped from my glass, my wife began telling my story. I lowered my head in embarrasment, hoping that Frank wouldn't see it. 

After she was done, Frank lightly touched my leg. My pussy started to get hot from his touch. "Is this true?" he asked. I raised my head to look at him. I nodded. "Why?" he asked. "Because I'm in love with you!" I blurted out, my cheeks becoming bright red as my face flushed. It was as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders.  

He looked down and up again. Our eyes met and my heart fluttered. "Can I be honest with you? After our month together, I can't stop thinking about you. I...think I'm in love with you too," he said, tears almost forming in both of our eyes. I couldn't believe it. He loved me too! I closed my eyes and leaned in as we pressed our lips together. Our first kiss was long and passionate. It was like sparks were flying everywhere. I forgot that my wife was still with us until I heard her clapping. 

After he broke the kiss, we looked back and saw her smiling. "Don't mind me, lovebirds. Just keep doing what you're doing," she said. We went back to the kiss, but this time I felt his tongue invading my mouth. I did the same and our tongues were locked in battle.

I didn't notice as Frank managed to take off my dress, exposing my bra and panties. He then lifted me up and carried me to his bedroom. "I love you," I panted. "I love you too," he said as he ripped off my underwear. 

He then crawled on top of me and inserted his erect cock into my wet and eagerly awaiting vagina. His massive member fit like a glove inside me. We continued to make out as we made love. I didn't want this moment to end. Nothing else mattered beside him and me at this point. 

Not only was he a good kisser but he was a sexual god. He knew all the right places to make me feel the most amount of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting him to let go. 

Moments later, he finally came inside my womb, giving me the strongest orgasm of my life. If my wife hadn't impregnated me that first night, I was sure that Frank had. He slipped his cock out of me and he laid down next to me.

"I'm not done yet," I said as I moved to his groin and began sucking his cock. He placed a hand on the back of my head, encouraging me to go deeper. Moments later, he finally came in my mouth. I swallowed his still massive load, licking him clean and sucking him dry in the process. 

I crawled on top of him and we started kissing again. I assumed my wife left as night fell, and we fell asleep in each others arms. 

I woke up next to him. I instantly noticed two things. My legs were sore and the wedding ring on my finger was gone. "Morning, beautiful," Frank said as he kissed me on the cheek. I inexplicably started to sob. "What's wrong, babe?" he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Nothing. It's just that I'm so happy to be with the love of my life," I said. I was telling the truth. He smiled and we kissed. 

"It's time to get up, babe. We still have to go to work," he said, getting out of bed. I forced myself out of the bed and saw a pile of clothes left by my now ex-wife. I headed to the shower, ready to start the rest of my life with my new boyfriend.

Arguments Lead to Confessions Pt. 4

 

My wife made me stand up, removing my towel and exposing my naked body. I instinctively covered my breasts and vagina. "Honey, you're a woman now. You shouldn't be embarrassed by people looking at your body. You're beautiful!" my wife said, encouraging me to remove my hands from my body. 

I complied, and my wife held out a pair of panties. She told me to put them on and I did as I was told. It felt comfortable as the panties rubbed against my soft skin. She then handed me a long black dress. I struggled to find a way to put it on, but my wife was able to help me put it on. 

After I was finished getting dressed, she walked me to a nearby mirror. I was beautiful! For some reason, it felt right that I looked like this. Like I was meant to be a woman. "You're absolutely gorgeous, darling. You're gonna make your man very happy," she said, hugging my backside. As she talked about him, I closed my eyes and began to imagine what our life would be. 

I'm in a bed, I look down and see a ring on my finger. He walks in and kisses me. We are then interrupted by the sounds of crying. It's a baby. Our baby. My imaginary life is then suddenly interrupted by my wife. "We're almost done, honey. Just one more thing we need to do," she said, snapping me back to reality. 

She sat me down on her bed and brought out a makeup kit. Minutes later, she finished applying my makeup, further accentuating my beauty. 

She then grabbed my hand and we walked out of the house. We walked to the car, I sat in the passenger's seat and her the driver's seat. We then left the driveway, practically saying goodbye to my old life. 

I wasn't sure where we were going, but I trusted my wife. We finally arrived, and my heart sank as I recognized the building. It was my best friend, the love of my life's, house. "I can't do this," I said, putting my head down. "Don't be silly. He's gonna love you," she said. She quickly reassured me by kissing my cheek. After a moment, I gathered enough courage and walked out of the car. My wife then followed and we arrived at his door. She knocked and we waited for an answer. 

"He's probably not even here," I said, before turning slightly. Before I could walk, I saw him. I got butterflies in my stomach as I locked eyes with the love of my life. "Do I know you?" he asked in his deep voice that almost made me cum instantly. 

"Frank, it's me. It's Jack."

Arguements Lead To Confessions Pt. 3

 I woke my wife that morning. She gasped as she took in my nude, still female form. I told her about how I accidentally took an X-Change Plus Pill before we had sex. I omitted the part where I'm possibly pregnant due to her cumming inside me. 

"Honey, you know I'm straight. But I still love you and I'm willing to try something with you," she said as she got out of bed. I leaned in and we kissed. Instead of the usual sparks I felt whenever we kissed, I felt...nothing. I decided to ignore it as she took my hand and we walked to the living room. 

She threw me down onto the couch and did something I never expected from a straight woman. She furiously rubbed my pussy while she ate out my ass. I knew she experimented in college, but this was something different. Just like yesterday, my lingering thoughts went back to man I was in love with. Would he do the same thing? Would he be rough or gentle? That's when I realised something. I was a woman. A straight woman. Moments later, I screamed his name as I came. My wife definitely noticed this time as she stopped and stood up. 

"You really love him, don't you?" she asked. My face flushed with embarrassment as I nodded. She kissed my forehead and said, "Well, who am I to stand in the way of true love?" I was relieved. She originally hated X-Change, but now that she's used it and her husband is permanently a woman because of it, she's seemingly changed her mind. "Now take a shower, little lady. You reek of sex," she said, smiling as she pointed me to her bathroom. 

As I showered, removing the stench of sex from my form, my curiosity got the best of me. Now that I was permanently a woman, I guessed that I had to become more familiar with what I had. My hand moved down to my new pussy and started slowly rubbing it. The intimate touch of a hand was different compared to a tongue or a cock. The feeling was absolutely incredible. It became so intense that I ended up dropping to my knees. I was sure that my wife heard it because the next thing I knew she was in the bathroom as well.  

She smiled as she saw me. "You gonna be done soon? Or are you just gonna keep racking up my water bill?" she joked. I stood up and cleaned myself before turning off the shower head. 

I walked into the bedroom wearing only a towel. My wife then found me and grabbed my arm. She sat me down on the bed and started digging through her closet. "We're not done yet, little lady. I have so much planned for today," she said, finding a dress. 

This was gonna be fun.

Argument Lead To Confessions Pt. 2

 For the rest of the week, my wife and I didn't talk about my little confession. I pretended to not notice my best friend at work, and I didn't hang out with him after work. 

On Friday evening, I arrived at home and walked to the bedroom. To my surprise I saw a man laying on my bed. He was tall, muscular, and handsome. with a beard that rivaled mine. "Who are you?" I asked him. He didn't respond but he smiled. I analyzed him and recognized that certain smile. That's when I realized that this man was my wife. 

He told me that he still hated XChange, but took a blue since he loved me. I smiled as I walked over to a small drawer. I grabbed a pink pill, without knowing what it was, and swallowed it dry. My transformation was complete and I was a woman again.

I ripped my work clothes off and crawled onto the bed and to my husband. He made the first move and kissed me. It was electric at first but something was off. He removed his pants exposing his long, thick cock. I took the initiave and attached it to my pussy. 

It was apparent that he didn't know how to use his new member, so I ended up doing most of the work. The sex was passionate, but wild. I loved it but I couldn't help but wonder if it was my best friend instead of my husband. He would take care of me, making me feel safe, protected, loved. I accidentally screamed his name, I had to pray that my husband didn't hear that. We made love for hours until my husband finally came inside my unprotected pussy, causing me to have the strongest orgasm of my life. 

We fell asleep in each other's arms as we bathed in the afterglow. The morning sun's light shone on my face as it forced me to wake up. My wife had turned back into her normal self, but I felt that something was off. As I raised an arm to block the sun's light, I noticed that my arm was slender. I ran to the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror. I was still a woman!

I ran out of the bathroom to the drawer where I grabbed the pill from. I almost started crying as I read the name on the box. 

It was a Plus. What was I going to tell my wife?

Arguments Lead To Confessions Pt. 1

 My wife and I were going through a rough time. We were constantly fighting and arguing, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I spent more time with my friends from work than with her. I even took a month-long vacation just to get away from her. I still loved her, but I couldn't take her yelling anymore. 

One night, we were having one of these arguments, and I accidentally spilled my secrets to her. "I've been taking X-Change pills behind your back," I admitted. I knew that she hated the idea of X-Change, and even joined a protest to get it banned. I felt bad at first after admitting that, but then I felt free, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. 

She walked closer, her arm raised in an attempt to hit me, but I managed to stop it, bringing her arm back to her side. "Remember when I took that month-long vacation, and I went to the mountains?" I asked my wife, a small tear forming in her eye. She nodded. "I didn't go to the mountains. I took an Xtra-Strength and stayed at my best friend's house." 

I did. At first I took it just to spite her and be free, but something changed. About a week into my month as a woman, I began to have...urges. I kneeled in front of my best friend and asked if I could suck his cock. Thankfully, he obliged and pulled out his member. I instantly put it in my mouth and began sucking away. It felt so nice and warm, and when he came I had the strongest orgasm of my life. 

My wife sat on the couch, her hands covering her face. "Did you have sex with him?" she tried to say, but her whispers were muffled by her hands. "What?" I asked, kneeling down to meet her. She repeated her question, and I shook my hands. It was the truth. For the entire month, I only gave him blowjobs. The rest of my body was virgin and we never spoke about the month after I changed back. 

Tears were in both of our eyes at this point. Suddenly, I had a realization. I was in love with my best friend. Not as a man though, but as a woman. He was straight and I thought I was too, but I guess I wasn't. I told my wife this and I began to cry in her arms. 

I slept on the couch that night.