Raatilam's MtF TGTF Stories

  Jeremy was someone who had never left America. Hell, he had never left his home state. It was the only place he had actually known, the only place he had really existed in. Despite having no context for what the rest of the world was actually like, he hated America. Not for any real reason, but simply because it was trendy in the circles he ran in online. Then, came the day that changed everything for him. Jeremy’s 25 th birthday just so happened to be on the 4 th July 2026. Meaning that he shared his birthday with the country that he had spent his whole life with. Not only that, but as he made it to the halfway mark of his twenties, America made it to a quarter of a millennium. As he sat in his room, brooding about having to share his birthday with the country he claimed to hate, he felt a presence suddenly appear. It was huge; beyond his comprehension in terms of size, and it seemed to be focusing entirely on him. After a few seconds of the presence making itsel...

  The discovery of magic caused a major shift in society, as you might expect. The fact that anyone could suddenly reach into the fundamentals of reality and mould them like clay turned society on its head. It was very exciting for a while. Everyone was experimenting, and before long, companies popped up that were eager to capitalise on the use of more complex spells. One such company was Beauty Queen. They did what was previously done by the plastic surgery industry, only with magic and without the healing times, invasive surgeries or the time investment. Beauty Queen was doing well with all of their various programs that they had. The most impactful one, turning out to be the Best Breast program, where women would go in and describe what kind of breasts they wanted and a mage would adjust their tits to their liking. It was going well until the demand started to outpace the supply as more people started to trust magic. So, something went wrong. Maybe a mage had been ...

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Robert has always been a sticker for the rules. He was always the kind of guy who would throw a fit over even the smallest bit of creative interpretation of the rules. Every single rule was, in his mind, to be memorised and followed to the letter at all times, no matter the cost. It wasn’t even a power thing when he would go around telling everyone off for the smallest rule breaks, it was an obsession with ‘bringing order to a chaotic world’. The only time Robert cared about power or position was when it meant that he could enforce the rules on people more effectively. It was this mentality that meant that the bigwigs at his company liked to see, since it meant that nobody could sue over incidents where they didn’t follow the rules. Still, Robert was completely indifferent to his new promotion at work. His female co-worker, Sarah, on the other hand, insisted on a gift. She insisted that there was nothing in the rules about giving him a new suit as a present to celebrate his ...

   “ Awwh, look at him, he’s trying so hard to fight it” The blonde said sweetly “ I don’t think it’s cue at all. I think it’s pathetic. He already drank it just like we did, just give in and let yourself go you pathetic little cuck.” The brunette responded. I knew that she was right. The two of them had been my friends just an hour ago, then, they tried some of that elixir. Turns out that the type that we got doesn’t wear off. Still, I wanted to stay as me. I tried so hard to hold on to who I was, to my masculinity...but I couldn’t. It was slipping away from me. I stared at the two previously male babes in front of me. “ I...don’t want...ghhh…” I said, trying to fight the changes to my body and mind as they washed over me anyway. “ It doesn’t matter what you want.” The brunette said as the blonde giggled to herself as if I’d told the world’s funniest joke “You’re about to be a slut just like us. You’ll have tits and a pussy that you’ll be begging to have filled by a ...

You were down on your luck, resorting to having to break into the homes of random people and steal from them in order to make ends meet. The nice neighbourhoods were a seemingly good set of targets, so long as you didn’t pack too much into your pockets. You knew you would have to stick to the things you could carry with you without looking suspicious. After about half an hour of wandering around, you spotted what you were looking for. A big house, in the rich side of town, with an empty driveway. You wasted no time making your way to the back of the house and opening up their garden doors. Thankfully the practice you’d put in paid off and you were able to spend about as much time at each door as you would if you were using actual keys and not a lockpicking set. As soon as you wandered in, you froze as you heard a voice “Hey”, the woman’s voice said. You looked over and saw the blonde laying on the sofa, her tank top hardly covering her massive tits. “ You’re not one of mas...

 I was cautious when my girlfriend suggested a threesome.  At first I assumed that she meant with another guy, but when she clarified that it would be with one guy and two girls, I was a lot more onboard.  What slipped my mind was that my girlfriend was a witch who would sometimes do some extreme stuff.  I’d seen that woman start a flash hurricane that lasted for about ten seconds just to mess with a pedestrian who she said “looked like he could have used a strong shower”.  My girlfriend had taken on the role of sorting out the logistics of getting a third in on our threesome and insisted that it should be a surprise.  I didn’t want to say or do anything that would make her change her mind so I let her have that stipulation.  Imagine my shock when the day came and the person who showed up at our home was another dude.  This stranger and I shot my girlfriend a look of confusion for a moment.   I was about to start asking questions when my gi...