Poster Girl

"What do you think dude? Not bad, right?" Brian lifted the sports bra and sent a pic to his friend, then switched back to video chat.

"There's no way that's actually you man. You're messing with me," said Jake. 

"Nope. All I had to do was put on the nanosuit they sent me, and I can choose to 'work' as many hours a day as I like," Brian explained, "They tell you exactly what kind of photos to take, you just follow the instructions. It's really easy. Although apparently the videos pay better..." 

"Videos?" 

"Yeah, I mean like if you masturbate and do...other stuff. You have to activate the voice modulating plugin for that though." 

"That's so gay man. I can't believe you're doing this."

"Hey, I thought you said you wouldn't judge! You know how times are tough now..honestly this poster girl nanosuit program is probably going to be the only thing helping me pay rent. Besides...it's kind of fun being able to check myself out all the time. Don't tell me you've never even thought about it."

"I..uh..no I haven't," Jake was stammering now, clearly a little nervous. 

"Well how about you come over and check me out instead then?" Suddenly Brian's voice was breathy, feminine. He must have activated the voice plugin.

"What are you doing dude??"

"I..I'm sorry. It's a little weird being in this body. The longer I wear it, the more it feels like it's a part of me. Please come over and keep me company?" It was so confusing, Jake knew he was talking to his friend, but all he heard was the voice of a sexy young woman asking him to come over. He didn't know if he wanted to fuck her or put on the suit himself and try it out. 

"I'm coming over."

Making Me Do Things

I was diagnosed with second puberty about six months ago, and at this point I think my body is done changing. It started off slow, just losing my body hair and muscle mass, my hair growing out much faster while my dick shrunk. Then one day out of nowhere I woke up with breasts and what was clearly female genitalia in place of my cock. For the most part everyone was understanding and supportive, which made things easier..

 
My roommates however, have definitely been treating me differently since I started dressing and acting more feminine. They think I don't realize what they're doing, like when they ask me to grab a beer from the bottom shelf so that they can check out my ass, or why they suddenly started buying lottery cards all the time and keep asking me to scratch them. Can't say I blame them though. With tits like these, I love watching them jiggle myself. What I don't think they've realized yet is that I'm starting to enjoy the attention, which is also why I've been wearing lower cut tops and shorter shorts. Maybe one of them will take the hint soon?  

Can't Remember

I can't remember how long I've been walking down this trail. Everything is like, so fuzzy. A few hours ago I smelled that funny looking flower, and then I started feeling weird. Or maybe that was a few days ago? Whatevs. I had to cut off my shorts because it was getting really hot and for some reason they keep getting tighter and tighter. I think I might be losing muscle too, because I feel really soft all over now. Were my boobies always this big? Wait, did I always have boobies? I think I might have been a man? That's so silly, haha. I must have always had them. Although I'm pretty sure my ass wasn't always this big. It is kinda fun the way it bounces around so much more now. Oooh I think I can see another hiker down the trail. I think he might be pretty cute! Maybe he can help me retrace my steps so that I can show him that flower. Maybe I can let him do other things to me too...

Don't Pretend

"Just admit it. You love this," said my girlfriend Jenny, pressing her now manly body against me and running her hands up and down my supple flesh. 

"I..n-no..ahhh. I had no idea..it would feel this...mmmhh...good," I moaned, the cold glass against my nipples making me gasp in short, erotic bursts. 

"Yes you did. You agreed immediately to this gender swap couples retreat, even when you knew it meant that you'd have to be a woman. I think you've been secretly wanting this for a long time," she said, roughly squeezing my large breasts. I could feel her throbbing member against my ass, so tantalizingly close to the vulnerable pussy I now possessed. 

"Y-yes. I've wanted this for a long time. Ahhhh...are you mad?"

"No. I've wanted it too," and with that he thrust his cock deep inside me. 

I think our relationship has irrevocably changed.

Research Study

I was offered a small sum of money to participate in a vague research study. Something about gender brain chemistry. It didn't offer much, but times were tough and there was an all expenses paid stay at what looked like a stunning beach resort. How bad could it be? I thought. When I got there, things were pretty weird right off the bat. We were first separated by gender, then given our own quarters on opposite sides of the resort. We were able to see each other from afar, but weren't really allowed to interact. Here's where it got strange...they made us guys dress like girls, and vice-versa. The first few weeks were awkward and painful. We were put on a strange diet consisting mostly of a strange milk-like beverage, and were encouraged to grow out our hair and learn how to apply makeup. A few of the guys quit angrily, embarrassed and frustrated. To make things worse, we could see the girls on the other side going through the same thing in reverse, walking around topless while we looked ridiculous in bikinis and wearing women's underwear that barely fit our junk. 

After those initial few weeks, I started noticing changes. I lost a ton of weight, but not so much in my hips and chest. My penis was steadily shrinking, and soon the bathing suits were fitting a lot better than I cared to admit. I did feel good though, healthier than I'd ever been, and my hair grew long and luxurious as my body hair receded. On the other side, I watched the girls gaining muscle mass and losing their curves. By now we all realized what the study was about, but it was too late. We were all addicted to the milky drink, noticing withdrawal symptoms when we refused to take it. 

It's now been months, and I've completely adapted to being a woman. I eagerly look forward to my daily drink, hoping it would continue enhancing my hourglass figure. I was proud of my huge tits, and how well they fit in a tiny bikini. We've been watching the other side with curiosity. It was difficult to admit at first that we were attracted to the former women that had now transformed into manly studs, but after months of no contact with the opposite sex, we were all ready to know what it felt like to be fucked. I took another gulp of the liquid, my thick thighs splayed out on the ground as I fantasized myself bouncing up and down on a thick cock. I'm not sure what this means for the research program, but I don't really care anymore.