A Wish For Happiness

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A New Suit

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 promotion. She also made him promise that he would wear it on his first day in his new position. Adhering to the rules of social etiquette, he agreed. Sarah couldn’t stop her face from twisting into one of pure wicked joy.

The next day, Robert slid the suit on while getting ready for work. It fit perfectly, and yet, something felt...weird...but good. There was a warmth seeping from the suit into the core of his very being. He tried to ignore it, but it only grew stronger. Some part of him told him he should take off the suit, but it simply felt too good. Robert fell onto his bed, his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure as the suit did its work. It started with the clothes. His shirt shifted down his body, becoming thicker while exposing his chest, straps appearing at the back. His trousers turned shrank and shrank until they became a latex miniskirt. A golden necklace appeared on around his neck and his boxers transformed into knickers.

Next, his body started to shift. His whole body shrank, his body hair disappeared as his skin became smooth and soft. His hands and feet became dainty. His hair grew at a rapid pace, cascading across the bed as his moans of pleasure grew in pitch and became more feminine. His chest bulged out, forming two mounds around each of his nipples as his cock withered away and became a clit. His balls retreated up inside of him and his sack opened up to reveal a newly formed pussy.

Finally, his thoughts shifted and changed. His old way of thinking washed away, and was replaced by a whole new way of seeing the world. One that didn’t look at rules as a collection of items that need to be followed without question, but as a checklist of things to avoid doing to have the most fun; it would be so much more fun to see how many rules she could break in a day than following them. She? Yes, that’s right, she’s a woman now. She has a pussy ready to get fucked, tits ready to get sucked and rules ready to be broken.

Rebecca bit her lips as the pleasure of the transformation faded away. She knelt on her bed, examining her new body in the mirror. She needed to make sure that nobody called her by her full name though. She is Becky, and she is ready to fuck and suck her way to the top, breaking every rule she can along the way. This is going to be fun...

It's Too Late, Just Give in...

 

 “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 real man.” She said.

I watched in horror as I continued to lose the fight over my body. My shirt started to rip as my new tits pushed through the fabric, my widening hips pressed against the sides of my trousers as they too threatened to rip apart. My cock went from rock hard to the size of a pea in a matter of seconds and I let out a scream of pleasure as my male thoughts got washed away by thoughts of makeup, dresses and having my new tight pussy filled by cock.

“Mmmm...much better” I cooed, finally free of my male self. I flicked my hair and winked at my friends. “You two got me a dress too when you went shopping right? I won’t be able to find any studs to fuck wearing this mess.” I said, gesturing at my destroyed clothes as the car filled with giggles and talks about how we’d find some real men to fuck.