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Sunday, May 31, 2009

Cap: New BOoB Design

Look at me! I'm writing actual caps! I've had this pun running through my head for a couple of weeks now, but no thoughts as to how to use it. I'm pretty satisfied with the result.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Welcome to Fight Club

"Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club!" She stood center stage, spotlights beaming from above, tattoos and skin glistening in the harsh light of the bar basement. "Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells "stop!", goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two women to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, girls." Everyone laughed, a harsh discord of nervous giggles and confident huffs.

She continued. "Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to." She stopped and glared at everyone, her unblinking stare piercing each heart for what seemed like an eternity, though she did not tarry on any one person for more than a split second.

"And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight."
Everyone cheered, a surprisingly brutish sound for how many women were present. Tyler Durden stood off to the side and let us get ready for the tonight's fights.

I had no idea what to expect when I was "invited" to this club. A friend of mine from work had gone once and said it had changed his life. But the first and second rules were that you couldn't talk about it, so I would just have to see for myself.

I was one of the first to arrive, only my buddy Dave and three others were arriving with me. It was a crappy little bar in the middle of a vast parking lot. Middle of nowhere in downtown Los Angeles.

We walked down to the basement together, but it was there that things took a turn for the unexpected.

A wave of naseaua hit me, but left as soon as it came. I felt off. But when I looked around, I noticed that I was suddenly surrounded by brutal and beautiful looking women. They were tattooed and bruised, each with a look of harsh intensity.

Others were arriving, each becoming a different woman. Most were tattooed, some had sports tape wrapped around their large breasts for protection. All looked ready to kick ass.

It was after I had seen so many other transformations that I finally thought to look at my own.

"This is the woman inside you," said a woman who stood where Dave once was. "This is who you will fight with."
I looked into the warped and jagged mirror near the stairs and saw the woman inside me. I was beautiful. My hair was just a little bit longer, with a strike of purple running through it. My face was smaller, a stud in my lower lip and lots of mascara around my eyes. I had tattoos along the left side of my body, Japanese symbols on my shoulder and a little marching boy under my arm. My tits were smallish and my waist had contracted considerably. Both of my nipples were pierced as well as my navel. My ears had large black hoops where the piercing should be. All I was wearing now were panties and torn jeans.

"Fight?" I asked. I my first word in this new body.

"You'll see."

It was then that Tyler Durden first came down the stairs. She was a menacing woman, tattoos running up and down her arms and stomach. Her breasts were bigger than most of ours and in her eyes we saw the fiery passion that I was just beginning to feel. She immediately stood in the center of the room.

"Welcome to Fight Club..." she began.

It was my first night. I had to fight.

The woman who used to be Dave, now a tall brunette with smoldering brown eyes, came forward, took my wrist, and led me to the middle of the ring. I would be tonight's first fight.I fought hard. Something within me found the fury to match each of Dave's blows. I let go, I let the raging woman who I had become take me over. The others screamed and roared with each punch. They didn't root for either one of us, only for the next solid punch.

I pushed away and turned to face Dave. My boobs were sore and scratched, my knuckles bleeding and bruised. Blood dripped down the side of my face. Panting and smiling, I stared into the eyes of my opponent, seeing the matching exhausted glee in his eyes as well. She was just as bruised as I was. Each of us were on our last legs. We had knocked each other down over and over. I had smashed his head into the cement and he had nearly broken one of my arms. The next blow would determine this fight.
She punched hard. I hit the concrete floor with a sickening crack. I didn't get back up. Not this time. But I was smiling. I was in excrutiating pain, but I had never felt more alive than in this moment. An exhausted female Dave and other women picked me up. Dave hugged me and I hugged back with what little strength I had left. I laughed with him, rejoicing in the ecstasy of my first fight. Someone dragged me to a wall and let me sit.

Dave leaned in before going to watch the next fight, "Hooked?"

I smiled, half deranged and exhilarated. I rolled my head to face him. Blood dripped from my mouth. "Rematch next week."
The whole time, Tyler had been standing off to the side, observing quietly. Every once in a while, she would give a small smirk at a sharp crack of heads butting or the satisfying crunch of fist meeting face. Others cheered loudly, wishing not the destruction of anyone but the thrill of destroying something beautiful. We were all even in the eyes of Fight Club.

Tyler lit another cigarette with a quick flip of his silver lighter.

I watched other fights from my spot against the wall. I cheered with the other women, though each cry was partly a cry from pain. At the end of the night, nearly half the room was bruised and beaten, but the fire of the night was alight within them.

Each turned back into the man they had been as they left the harshly lit basement into the crisp night air, but I could see the stride of the prideful women inside them.

I was the last to leave. I waited until even Tyler Durden had left the basement. I looked down at the blood and sweat that drenched the floor. Taking a deep breath of the stench trapped down here, I knew I was hooked.
I came back the next week. And the week after that. My female body came back with me, scarring and healing just as my body did. In fact she never left. Whenever I'm at work, filing papers and crunching numbers, I can feel her inside me, waiting patiently for her chance to come out and relieve my tension out through her fist into another woman's jaw and stomach. She used to be nameless, this raging brute of a woman inside me, but she has accumulated one all her own: Scarlett. The others call her Scar for short.

I am Scarlett's wasted life. She is my smirking revenge.

**Pictures from Suicide Girls.**

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Status Update: One Month

Yes indeed it has been one month to the day (and probably to the hour) that I started this little site I like to call The Fedora Hat. 30 TG stories later this blog is at full swing and I have no intention of stopping.

I'd like to thank Rebecca Molay for linking to me in her blog and everyone else who has begun to do so as well. It's always a joy to see my Follower count jump another number or see my link on another site.

I'd also like to thank those of you who write your fun and supportive comments. In no particular order: Lady Alexia, Celtic Wish, Michael, Tina, Sport, and zakiszak thank you. I really appreciate the comments and the sense of community I already feel within the TG bloggers.

And what better way to celebrate than with a story about my favorite magical TG subject? Bodysuits!


"This bodysuit is amazing!"

Tenchi was still marveling at his voluptuous breasts when he made the exclamation. Every time he put the suit on, he could change his appearance into that of any woman he imagined!

Last night he had envisioned a smokin' hot japanese girl from online mixed with a blonde bimbo from his class. The previous night he had tried the body of Jessica Simpson. There seemed to be no limit to what the bodysuit could turn him into.

Tonight he had decided that he would try what he thought a comicbook superheroine would look like in real life, but without the clothes of course.

He had waited until night time as always and stripped down all of his clothes in preparation. He didn't need to, but the latex of the suit always felt nice against his bare skin.

He always started with his arms, unlike most people who started with their legs. Well most people who own body morphing suits, that is. Tenchi liked to imagine that most people started with their legs. As soon as the tips of his fingers touched the inside tips of the suits', he no longer felt the skin. That had freaked him out the first time, but now it felt natural that his chubby fingers fit inside such delicate hands so easily.

He pulled each arm up to his shoulders and let the chest of the suit lay on his own. He liked to play with this part, as the breasts seemed to inflate whenever they touched his chest. So he'd pull the suit on and off his chest. Tonight he played for over ten minutes before finally moving on to pulling on his new head. He accidentally brushed his new nipple and shivered at the touch. His dick hardened quickly at the sensation. He worked the mask over his scalp and felt as his own hair no longer existed, to be replaced by long and luscious locks of the hot brunette he had envisioned.

Finally were the legs, which he put on one leg at a time. Tenchi always laughed at himself for that joke, it never had truer meaning. Too bad there was no one around to tell it too. Oh well, his secret, their loss. No more leg hair and perfectly toned legs were such a huge benefit to putting on the suit. As he pulled it up around his ass, he could feel as he now had a large ass to match his equally large breasts. Not only that, but his dick had been replaced by an already moist vagina.

The only thing left to do was to close up his back and neck, but before doing that, he took a hand and arm of the suit. With his own hand, not the suit's, he massaged his own breast and sighed at the feeling of a simulated man touching him. Tenchi loved the feeling and basked in the pleasure.

Tenchi finished up and put his arm back inside the suit and closed up the rest of the suit at the bottom of his neck. Maybe he'd go out and get another man to massage his breasts tonight...and maybe a whole more.

"This bodysuit is amazing!"

Sunday, May 3, 2009

The Fountain of Youth: Sacrifice

"Legend tells of a lake that provides life. The lake yields youth and beauty to any who swim within its waters. The path to this long foretold 'fountain of youth' is long and treacherous; many have died in pursuit of its promises. Of all who have sought the lake, only one has returned, but not as he came.

The man's scars and injuries were healed, his skin was flawless and his eyes, although sad, shone with the fire of immortality.

Many men asked how he made it or what lies in wait beyond the dark forest. To all questions, he said only one thing:

'Sacrifice your life for eternal life.'

No one knows what he meant by it, and to this day, no one has ever made it to the lake alive. But those who do make the trek know that they must sacrifice something, but they do not know what.

And the man? He still lives, high up in the mountains, still grieving over that which he had lost."
My grandfather told me this story time and time again. It was always my favorite story. And thinking back, it was probably the reason that I grew to love the outdoors as much as I did. Now, twenty years later, I still keep his teachings and stories in mind whenever I go out into the wilderness.

So much so, in fact, that I have been researching the fabled lake in an attempt to see if there was any truth to my favorite bedtime story. I hit the jackpot over a week ago when I used satellite images to sweep an area of forest. The only reason the lake even sparked my interest was that it's not on any paper maps, ancient or current. I have since made the journey through dangerous forests and high ravines.

Today, I finally reached the fabled lake. There it was, the fountain from my stories and legend. It was beautiful, trees and crystal clear water.

I wasted no time in stripping down all my clothes. I stepped into the water, refreshing in its coolness. I could feel my energy returning almost as soon as my toes touched the placid surface of the lake. I laughed, it seemed as if I could do anything, especially with my feet. My feet were under the water, and they felt powerful. I wanted that feeling for my whole body, so I dove headfirst into the center of the lake. I swam around and marveled at how my body felt.

I could feel my body literally change around me. It felt as if my hair was growing in tenfolds, my chest and ass expanding, my facial features were changing. I was so overjoyed at having finally found the lake that I took each change in stride. It didn't worry me that my waist and arms were shrinking. I loved how my legs felt smooth and soft, as if the water was giving them new life. My crotch and chest felt wonderfully sensitive to the water rushing past my rejuvenated body.

Still laughing, I walked out of the lake, my body still awash in the glow of being given eternal youth. Only then did I notice the changes that had taken place throughout my body. I had become a woman. My hair was long and blonde, my arms were so skinny, my voice was too high. I was beautiful.

I did not understand it, how could this happen? But then it hit me, my grandfather had warned me time and time again:

"Sacrifice your life for eternal life."

I would live forever, but in a body completely foreign to me. No connections, no friends, no family. Was it worth it?

Friday, May 1, 2009


Today, I accidentally ran into the girl I have crush on. We both fell down, but I laughed it off as I got up. She didn't apologize or say anything at all. She just walked away. In my body. And I was in hers. FML.

Today, I switched bodies with my girlfriend with this weird medallion. According to the directions, we could switch back after 12 hours. We each decided to live each other's lives for those 12 hours and then meet back when the time was up. I had fun, but was eager to return to normal. I waited for over 2 hours. She never showed up. FML.

Today, I used my Master PC program to turn myself into a woman for the first time. I stayed home and messed around, but when I went to change myself back, I accidentally deleted my original form. Now I have to start from scratch, and my wife is coming home soon. FML.

Today, my ex-girlfriend bought me a lifetime pass to the Bikini Beach. FML.

Today, I was able to have one wish come true. I wished for a big-titted woman. I got the wish, because now I am that big-titted woman. FML.

Today, I bought a bodysuit that changed my body into that of a fully-functioning female. The only problem is that you can't get semen on it, or the suit is permanent. I put my hands in the suits' and jacked off using woman's hands. I was careful to not get any jizz on the suit, but not careful enough. Now I have woman's hands and a suit permanently attached to them. FML.