Hello everybody if you are reading this, then my name is Christoph, I’m the girl you see on
your left. I know it’s weird for a cute girl like me to have a boy like a name but the truth is I
used to be a boy. Well, I will tell you my story.
Since Mark was thirteen he had the Summer solstices curse. Now Mark is 23 years old, and Mark had a friend that could help him out. The friend gave him this potion to should prevent the curse. So Mark took the potion at Midnight and went to sleep. When he work up, Mark can see that he was normal.
Carl, for the hundredth times go to your room” Lucy screamed. ”I can’t let my friends see you”. Lucy was having a party while her parents are away but her brother Carl wanted to join the fun. ”Don’t worry Lucy” Carl said. The he started to clutch his fist and then he started to change. Carl grew up a few ages, then his hair grew past her shoulders. Then his face reform, soon Carl had the face of a teen girl. Next Carl whole skeleton convert into more of a female appearance. Soon he loss muscle mas from his arms and legs. And his chest nipples started to harden boobs started to grow.
Alex I need your help” Kara asked ”What is it sis” Alex said. ”Well you know that you owe me, after saving your butt from getting in trouble with mom and dad after that party you ran” Kara said. ”Yeah” Alex said in a questionable tone. ”Well I have to go to a party at Mary’s house, but I have a date with Steve. I really want to go to Mary/(’5 part but Steve is a nice guy and I don’t want to brea his heart.
“Hi mom. I know that we did not see each other for a long time. I know you are shocked looking to a woman instead of your son. Finally, at home alone, I started dressing like a girl using some clothing that I ordered online. After a few wee dressing like a girl I enjoyed it that much that I started taking female hormones. The female hormones triggered the
development of a soft girlish skin and a real female shaped body. After a few months, I was really looking like a woman so I had to dress myself fulltime as one.”
lt can be tough finding the one. any one in fact. but when you live in one of the
most romantic countries in the world. as Lorenzo did. and you still can’t get a
second glance.you know you have to alter your strategy a little. Desperate boys
call for desperate measures…or maybe just desperate girls… living in Italy,
Lorenzo had of course heard the stories about the mysterious little town. which
lay somewhere between Milan and Palermo. named Femini. inhabited only by
women but for the domineering ‘Padre’. Those girls have likely never even seen
another guy, Lorenzo theorised. if only l could find a way in to the village. I bet l
could have my pick of any of them…
Hello Marek want to play a game. From the very beginning you have been the so-called ‘9
muscle of your thuggish sex-trafficking gang, lending a hand, or a fist, wherever necessary
to enforce your compatriots ‘will, and having your fair share of the group ‘s ‘merchandise
But now…well. it’s time to see how strong you really are… When you agreed to turn ll:
evidence against your boss and go into police protection. you thought your troubles were miover, that noone would ever find you…. Well Marek. l found you…and it’s time to see how“ ”g strong you really are… You have been fitted with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that i will bind with your skin forever in one hour unless you can prove just how much you can lift
How many times do I have to tell you not to play down here?‘ Alan screamed with exasperation after almost falling over his eight year old daughter, Stephanie. She
cowered in one corner of his basement turned workshop, just a few feet from the
scattered electrical components which her dad had spilt everywhere whilst trying to
avoid stepping on her. ‘It ‘s just not safe sweetheart… ‘ he cooled his temper a little but
remained firm, ‘…there are so many dangerous things down here. ‘ He watch his
frightened daughter scurry up the stone steps to wards the main part of the house,
satisfied that perhaps finally he ‘d got his message across. Turning back to his work, he
sighed in awe at his creation. The two huge pods stood ominously in opposing corners of
the basement…finished…
To say Ralph was good at panty raids was a massive understatement. He was
the absolute king of the g-string. In 18 months at college he had raided his frat’s
sister sorority six times and amassed 27 pairs of underwear, which now hung
from his bedroom wall like trophies with the exception of a black latex thong
from the drawers of the sorority’s president that took pride of place in the
fratemity’s TV room.
I see you over there, Lover Boy, staring at me while trying to loo
like you’re not. Like what you see? How about when I flip my hai
like this, put a little deep hip action into it? Or how about when I
lean in and give you some cleavage. You like that?
It’s cute to watch you blush. Heh. Big tough man.