transgender

Hey, are you sure about this?‘ called out Harry as he maneuvered his jetski to follow the one driven by his best friend, Joel, as they approached the shore of the tropical island, ‘that guy that lent us these skis said some of these islands are inhabited by tribes who can be aggressive towards outsiders.‘

Relax,‘ smirked Joel, ‘this one is clearly just full of plants. Besides, I think we can handle some primitive jungle man…or jungle women! ‘ he winked, cupped a pair of imaginary breasts in front of him and pretended to jiggle them around. No sooner had he finished, there was a whizzing noise as a dart shot out from within the trees and Joel fell from the jetski clutching his neck. Harry watched, frozen in panic, before he felt a stabbing pain in his thigh, slowly his world faded to black.

Martin came to known as the artist. With streams of articulately crafted computer code. he would expertly design the most beautiful women the world had ever seen. Brave and rugged service agents would go into the capsule and
his wonderful latex-clad sculptures would come out. Even the harsh blonde woman. Ms. Williams. looked upon him with awe as he manipulated DNA like putty to create his army of vixens.

Having taken the attitute that blissful ignorance would be better than the torment of twenty girls emasculating him at a party, Felix agreed to let his sister issue the trigger word and he awoke the next morning in a pink babydoll and frilly pink panties, his hair in tight pigtails. It seemed Tori had known where the handcuff keys were all along… He quickly changed into the most masculine clothes in his wardrobe, pulling a pair of baggy jeans over his smooth waxed legs and combining it with an old Metallica t-shirt, using a sharpee to cover his pink nails. With his now long blonde hair, he just about pulled ofi a grungy rock look.