A Friendly Text

 I had just gotten into my car, ready to head home from work when my phone went off.  I saw that it was a text message from one of my friend, Daniel, with an image attached and the text saying “Hey, James and I look so much better now!  Take a look!”
This was not the kind of text that either of them would ever send me.  None of us would ever really care about our looks before the standard basic hygiene and grooming.  Work was done so I figured what the hell and decided to open up the image.  As soon as the picture was on my screen I felt something awaken within me.  The truth is that none of us were into women, but seeing these two girls who I somehow instantly recognized as my previously male friends flipped a switch in my brain.

I’d never felt as turned on as I did in that moment.  My cock was pulsing inside my pants.  Still in the parking lot outside of work, I couldn’t help myself.  Some greater power overtook and overwrote my sexuality and I was powerless to resist these two previously male ladies and their bodily charms.  I started to furiously masturbate, fixated on that image.  On their smiles, on their long hair, but most of all, on their tits.  It wasn’t long until I felt the cum shoot out of my cock, only, it was different this time.  I could feel it was draining way more of my cum than usual.  I got it all over the steering wheel of my car.  Honestly though, none of that mattered.  I was still fixated on the photo

The sensation of my orgasm didn’t fade like normal though.  Instead, it radiated from my cock and started to spread through my body.  As it did, I could feel my clothes shifting around me for some reason…or, so it seemed.  It wasn’t until I realized that I was no longer holding my cock and that I felt a pressure on my chest that it dawned on me that it wasn’t my clothes that were shifting and changing but my body.

Normally I would have been freaking out, but something in my head had completely flipped.  I wasn’t just okay with losing my cock, my muscles, my height, all things that I had previously been so proud of, but I wanted to be rid of those things.  I wanted these changes.  I wanted to be a woman like my two friends.  I wanted to play with their tits while also having my own squeeze and explored.

After about a minute, the feeling from my orgasm dispersed and left me with a glow that I’d never felt before.  I was previously very happy with my masculine male body, but now, the thought of ever being male again sickens me to the core.  Not only that, but somehow, I understood the rules of what was happening.  Anyone who would see my new tits or pussy in any form would become overcome with horniness for them and masturbate until they came, once they came, they would join me and my fellow sisters.  A deep seated instinct pulled me towards ridding the world of humans who weren’t part of our sisterhood.  I released the new girls on my chest to take a good look at them and snapped a photo of myself, still in my car. 

 

I looked over the photo I had just snapped of myself.  My hair was sadly still on the short side, but other than that I was pretty happy with my new body.  The hair would grow, and while I wouldn’t have objected to bigger tits, I wasn’t exactly flat chested.  I gave a smile at the thought of what I was about to do, put my phone away and opened the car door before heading back into the office to bring a brand an office worth of people into the fold.

Possessive Dress

Sorry bitch, but your shower took too long.  Yeah, I bet that you’re surprised to see me like this.  You left me laying on your bed when you went in but didn’t count on your boyfriend coming over to visit you a bit earlier than planned.  He saw me and his mind was so simple to manipulate.  Unlike you, he didn’t stall or make excuses about ‘soon’ or ‘later’, instead, I was able to get him to put me on with a very short conversation.

It was amazing, finally getting to bond with someone.  Overriding everything about him, feeling his cock withdraw to form my pussy and feeling his chest swell to give me these wonderful tits.  I may have his memories but that’s all that remains of your boyfriend.  His personality, his body, his prized muscles and most of all his love for you have all been erased and replaced with me.

You still want to wear my old form?  Ha!  Sure!  It’s just a piece of cloth now and I don’t need it.  There’s no going back, your boyfriend is my host, now and forever, and unlike last time I was around, this new form that came at his expense won’t age and can’t die.  We’re like this forever and you’re never getting another shot at being anything other than your pathetic self.