Jealous Sister

"Stop stealing my thongs you little shit!!" My sister screeched at me.

Ever since second puberty hit me like a freight train a few months ago, I was slowly giving into my new female body. And it was a very female body. I never really did have much of a fashion sense, but I quickly found out that my older sister's underwear felt a lot better on my huge bubble butt than a pair of boxers. I loved the way they would ride up and caress my asshole, comfortably nestled between the cheeks of a very generous booty. Now that my vagina was finally fully formed, it felt even better when the fabric molded tightly onto my snatch.

"You're just jealous because they look so much better on me," I stuck my tongue out at her and wiggled my ass, just to rub it in.

Besides, the boys love the way I look when I wear thongs, I thought to myself. I was getting wet now. Time to text the guys and have them help me out of this underwear.

Cleared Up

I've always struggled with bad skin. Blotchy, pimply and rough, some days I was self conscious about walking outside if I had a particularly bad flare-up. I'd tried everything, from three-step acne creams to natural home remedies. Nothing worked. One day I was talking to my friend Ashley who worked at a large pharmaceutical company. She said they were working on a new product, and she might be able to sneak me a sample.
"It probably won't do anything, but why not," I said bitterly.
She gave me a tub of the stuff, a creamy white viscous substance. It had a peculiar smell, almost like...no, it couldn't be.
That night, I followed Ashley's instructions and generously rubbed a good amount all over my face..that smell though. For some reason I felt an urge to taste a tiny bit of it with my tongue. It tasted faintly salty, but not in a bad way. I shrugged, left the cream on for thirty minutes as instructed, and then washed it off.
The next morning I washed my face, and gasped at what I saw in the mirror. My skin had completely cleared up, like flawless porcelain. This stuff really works! Even my lips seemed a little fuller, my eyes a bit brighter. Needless to say, I kept using it. I decided to try rubbing some of it all over my neck and chest as well. I also couldn't help myself from giving it a bit of a lick each time. The results were miraculous. I was glowing, my skin a radiant milky texture. After a couple days, I started  noticing other changes as well..my face was definitely more feminine, and my nipples had swollen considerably. With dismay, I realized that my throat was sore, I was losing my voice. But the results  were too good to stop. I was quickly addicted.
It's been a few weeks now, and I've finished up all of the cream. I look nothing like the man I once was. Two proud and plump breasts jiggled on my chest, and my face was a vision of feminine beauty. My voice was a soft falsetto. I don't know how, but the cream managed to shrink my frame as well. I made sure to give it a lick after applying it each night, like a good girl. I needed more - I wanted to see what would happen if I rubbed it all over my dick. I took a topless photo of my new self and sent it to Ashley.
"Hey. You think you could get me more of that cream?"

His Sexy Redhead

"Turn around babe, lemme see that heavenly ass," he said, sitting on the foot of the bed and devouring me with his eyes. I was wearing the new lingerie he bought me, which was a new step for us both; I wondered if it meant anything. Probably not. He just likes this body. I can't blame him, I like it too. I sashayed around the room, feeling the silky fabric of my stockings brushing up against the heft of my generous ass. I twirled around for him, my fingers gently teasing my curves.

When Hakeem first moved in next door, we would sometimes chat in the hallway, slowly getting to know each other after a few months. He seemed like a pretty cool, if slightly imposing guy. One day he invited me over, and after a few beers, he drunkenly confessed that after a recent trip overseas, he'd learned how to do magic from a mysterious shaman. I laughed and asked him if he could show me an example. He waved his hands, closed his eyes, and chanted something in a strange language.
Moments later, my clothing violently ripped as tits burst through my shirt and my ass ballooned far past the confines of my pants. Long ginger hair covered my eyes. I was stunned, cupping my large breasts in my hands and wondering if I drank too much. That's when I noticed the growing tent in his pants. He was staring at me with lust, almost as if he was surprised at how sexy I turned out. Wordlessly, he unzipped his pants, revealing a rock hard monster cock. He slowly took my hand, gently laying it around his stiff tool. I don't know why, but I didn't stop him. I ended up giving him a handjob, and when he came all over my tits, I felt something stir within me. After that, we snapped out of our momentary horniness, he changed me back, and I dashed over to my apartment across the hall, embarrassed.

I avoided him for days after that, quickly squeaking a quick "hello", as we passed each other in the lobby. I couldn't keep it up for long though, my brain was wracked with thoughts of luscious tits and womanly curves, of a gaping emptiness between my thighs. Finally, my arousal won me over, and red-faced, I knocked on his door one evening.

"I-I want to do it again," I said.

"Do what again?"

"You know what. Please. Don't make this weird," I pleaded.

He gave me a quick grin and nodded, motioning for me to come inside. He chanted those words again and I fell to the floor, my knees buckling over the weight of the changes, not to mention the weight of these lovely breasts that quickly erupted from my chest. He took off his clothes. From this angle it was only natural that I give him a blowjob.

Ever since, we've been doing this at least twice a week. Last night he bought me this lingerie and asked me to stay the night. I don't know if it means anything. All I know is that I want to stay like this for him, his thick sexy redhead.

Curvy Tg Sequence

Another transformation sequence. Enjoy!

I Don't Know How To Tell Her

We'd only been dating for a few months. She was insatiable from the start, a gorgeous blonde with a body to die for; anything she asked, I would do for her. When she told me she was a witch, I thought she was just trying to role play, being as kinky as she was. I laughed and asked her to prove it. Moments later I felt my entire being quickly mold under her glowing eyes, and I was suddenly a petite and very confused woman. She told me she was also into girls, and before I understood what was happening, she started licking my new cunt with abandon, and hearing my girlish moans swiftly brought me to orgasm.
She turned me back shortly after, licking her lips and raising an eyebrow seductively.
"Satisfied?"
"Mhhhm.." was all I could muster.
She started changing me into a woman once a week, making me a little more feminine each time, my curves slightly more pronounced. I think she might be doing something to my mind as well, I'm starting to think of myself as a woman sometimes even when I'm in my male body. But who cares? Look at her. I'd do anything to keep having sex with that woman.
It's been a year now, and I don't know how to tell her. Our lesbian excursions have become far more frequent than once a week, and she barely even touches me as a man anymore. I close my eyes and lean my head back to kiss her, relishing her hands on my soft pillowy mounds, far larger than they were a year ago. I don't know how to tell her that I want her to keep me this way, permanently. I've also started wondering...what it would feel like to have a man inside me. And I want it to be her; I know she can transform herself into a well hung stud if she wanted to...and then I want her to fuck me. I just don't know how to tell her.