Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Becoming his plaything

In this moment, it didn't really matter that I had given up my life as a big strong man
to become this horny, curvy woman. My new tits are flopping wildly as the stud behind me, my
former best friend, and gym rat buddy,thrust deep inside me for the first time. All that mattered
was the feeling of bliss and fulfillment I was experiencing. 
Right now none of that matters. After he is finished with me, his hard cock spent and he 
pulls it out of me, is when the gravity of my situation will really hit home. How will
I face my former best friend, now that I have been reduced to being his little fuck toy?

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

The gap between my thighs.

I stood in front of the mirror in shock. I hadn't
seen my reflection is what seemed like years. In
fact it had only been months, but I hardly recognized myself. My face was the same, but softer, my hair was short but cut in a more feminine way. None of these things compared to the
shock I felt when I looked at the two very female breasts on my formally male chest. It was unreal,
this couldn't be me could it?

With trepidation I began to remove the black panties I was wearing. I had a pretty good idea of
what i would find once i peeled them off my body. 

Looking down I felt an incredible sense of loss and shock. My manhood was gone, replaced by this slit between my legs, and a gap where there should be no gap. I began to feel the panic rise in my chest as I realized what had been done to me.

After a few moments my shock progressed to curiosity as to what was really going on between
my now soft thighs. I spread my legs and gingerly pushed a finger inside my new opening. This shouldn't be possible, but there I was fingering my own pussy. Clearly my life as a man was over, the breasts could be removed, and I could try to build my muscles, but I would never escape the constant reminder of the space between my legs.