The Fedora Hat: TG Caps

Back to Square One

2011-02-15T00:00:00.000-08:00

"How much longer until the potion is ready?"

"We're still waiting for these flowers to come into full bloom, which could take a few more days."

"Days?! I don't know how much longer I can stand being in this form."

"I know, Luis, I know. I don't want to be a woman anymore than you want to be a cat, but they're the forms we're stuck in for now."

"Well if you hadn't been so greedy with the flowers to begin with, that centaur would never have caught us."

"Don't you think I know that? Isn't it bad enough I can barely leave the house without you having to guilt-trip me everyday?

"Fine, I'm sorry. But it's just that, the animal urges are starting to get pretty overwhelming. I was this close to eating a mouse I caught this morning."

"I know what you mean. I'm so horny right now I might jump the next guy I see. But thankfully the flowers we stole to begin with are exactly what we need for the potion to turn us back."

"So we're right back in square one?"

"Looks like it."

"Hrrm. So how long til the potion is ready?"

Retro Bodysuit

2011-02-12T14:00:00.000-08:00

Jacob hadn't been too close with his grandma. It was nothing personal. She just happened to live on the other side of the country. He had seen her maybe five times in his life. So when she died, he felt bad that he didn't feel more grief. He made time out of college classes so that he could attend her funeral. She was family after all. After the service, he was asked to sit in on the reading of his grandmother's will. It turns out that she had considered him in her will, and had left him a locked wooden box, about the size of a record player, and an envelope. Jacob was surprised to have received anything at all, but accepted the gift with humility.

With all the other obligations that weekend, Jacob had no opportunity to find out what was in the box. He didn't get a chance until he returned to his college campus apartment. He opened the envelope first. A key slid out, small and silver. He read over the accompanying note, scrawled in shaky, but legible cursive.

Jacob,
I'm sorry we never got a chance to truly connect. I've always asked your mother about you and your achievements. You've accomplished so much and I wish that I could have been there to see the man you turned out to be. But that is the hand that life dealt us, and we must make of it what we can. I leave you with a small token and a word of advice: Do what you want with your life and don't let anything get in your way. But make sure to do one thing: have fun. Life is nothing without fun and all the money in the world couldn't make up for the lack of it. I hope you take these words to heart.
I love you,
Grandma

Jacob put the card down, wiping a tear from his eye. Now he really wished he had known his grandma better. He turned to the box and used the key to unlock it. With a click, the lid sprung open. Jacob peered inside. It appeared to be a cloth of some sort, and it was silky smooth to the touch. Pulling it out, it appeared to be a full bodysuit, complete with a hood for a head. Jacob was curious, and his roommates were out, so he locked his door so he could change to put it on. And besides, there was no way he could not put it on after such a heartfelt note from his grandma.

Jacob stripped all his clothes and stuck his foot into the suit's leg. The inside of the suit was just as smooth as the outside. He was a little too big for the suit, but managed to squeeze both his legs into it. He pulled it up over his hips to his shoulders and fit both his arms inside. There was a plastic-looking zipper along the back, so he zipped it up. After pulling the hood over his head, he looked out through the eye holes and checked himself out in the mirror. He looked nothing short of ridiculous. It just looked like he was wearing a woman's skin, it was completely stretched out and sagging in so many different places. This was supposed to help him have fun? He didn't know what to expect from this gift, but maybe something a little...more.

He looked inside the box one more time to see if he had missed anything. Sure enough, there were a pair of black-rimmed glasses stuffed in the corner. He had already gone this far, so he put them on. The suit pulled and twisted, pushed and prodded. It was like going to the bottom of a very deep pool, there was pressure everywhere. Starting at his face, Jacob couldn't feel the suit anymore. It was like the suit had fused with his face. Auburn hair sprouted out of his head. The pressure increased on his throat, then his shoulders and arms. There was no way his arms could be that skinny! He panicked and tried to grab the zipper on his back, but couldn't find it anywhere. The pressure moved down his body. His hands became so much smaller, he waist caved in. Jacob nearly screamed when the pressure reached his crotch, where it pushed and pushed until he couldn't feel his penis anymore. The pressure moved quickly down his legs, making his feet far too small.

Finally the outside pressure let off. But with it came urge to press outwards. Focused on his chest and butt, Jacob couldn't resist the urge to let some pressure out. His ass filled the suit's and fused with it. He watched as the extra skin on his chest ballooned out, becoming two torpedo-like breasts.

The changes were done. Jacob was breathing hard. That was definitely less than fun. He looked down on his body, now completely foreign. He was gorgeous, his breasts were like something out of a 70s Playboy. Jacob looked in the box again, desperate for some way to turn back. Sure enough, there was a note he was sure was not there before.

Jacob,
To return to your normal self, simply say aloud, "Life is nothing without a bit of fun." If you ever wish to return to this form, simply put on the glasses. The suit, and my love, will be with you forever.
Grandma

Jacob relaxed now that he knew the changes weren't permanent. He knew his grandma wanted him to have fun, but it's hard to think of your own grandparents as sexual beings. Jacob smiled. He never could have guessed that this is what she meant.

Evolution of the Boob

2010-10-11T18:30:00.000-07:00

This one's been sitting in my queue for quite some time, but I felt now was a good a time as any to refine and publish it. I'm not going to pretend that I wrote most of what is in this post, but I couldn't help using these pics and text to make a TG themed story. Head on over here to see my blatant plagiarism. Hit the jump to begin. Enjoy.

Hi, my name is Henry. You don't think you know me, but you do. I've been the center of your centerfold since Playboy was conceived in Little Hugh's head. Back in the late 40s, I was cursed. It's a long story, but the outcome is this: I was forever doomed to stay in a female body that would change to be attractive to as many people as possible. Safe to say, I've been around for a while. Long enough to know that America's taste in women varies by decade. I wouldn't call you fickle, just products of your generation. And your taste in boobs is no different. Follow me and my path of female bodies and the evolution of the boob.

The 50's were my favorite decade. Natural, wholesome, fun—boobs were all of these during the '50s. The same attitude behind the boinking that gave rise to the Baby Boom generation was evident in the era's, and my, breasts: nothing contrived or fake, just pure, genuine joy expressed in a sexual fashion. Needless to say, the 50's really eased me into my new roll.

The Cuban Missile Crisis, the first serious confrontation in the Cold War, occurred in October 1962. Right around that time, something odd started happening to the shape of my boobs. More and more, they began to look like missiles themselves. It was a palpable physiological response to the tension, almost as if to say "You're gonna point those things at us? Well, we're gonna point these things right back at you!" Now that's what we call staring down the enemy! But things would change heading into the next decade.

Hippie culture, bra burning, the second wave of the feminist movement—these phenomena that originated in the '60s all contributed to a noticeable falling of my breasts in the '70s. Their perky, straight-ahead trajectories disappeared, just as idealistic "peace and love" attitudes did when some serious reality set in. No need to get into specifics, as doing so would unnecessarily cast a dark cloud over this wondrous discussion. All that matters is the sheer awesomeness of the teardrop boobs of this era.

From junk bonds to "read my lips: no new taxes," the '80s was a decade characterized by falsehoods. B.S. was all over MTV as well, as more and more rock stars wore wigs on their heads and stuffed cucumbers and whatnot down their pants. Not surprisingly, breast implants became more common during this time period. Which isn't to say implants are inherently evil; quite the contrary, if they're done right. I'd take 'em over someone conning people out of their life savings or lying straight to the faces of millions any day.

Nirvana's Nevermind and the Red Hot Chili Peppers' Blood Sugar Sex Magik were released on the same day in 1991. That 1-2 punch caused a seismic shift not only in the music industry but in pop culture as a whole. At the same time, smaller, more athletic breasts (an "alternative" to '80s racks, if you will) came back into vogue. As the decade progressed we saw the 1996 introduction of the WNBA and Brandi Chastain showing off her sports bra during the 1999 Women's World Cup, which helped push heavy, pendulous breasts into the background.

Gas prices down, gas prices up. Stock markets soaring, stock markets crashing. MySpace cool, MySpace passé. The "Aughts" were all over the place in a variety of ways, and the decade's breasts were no exception. Big, little, real, enhanced—there's no way to pinpoint a specific trend with regard to this era's boobs. Not in all my years have I experienced so many different types of bodies in so little a time. I blame the internet. Many historians have labeled the '00s as a lost decade. I'd like to remember it as a time when society found something again—an appreciation for all boobs great and small. And we think to ourselves, what a wonderful world!

What the...what?

2010-10-11T17:55:00.000-07:00

What's this? I haven't updated since friggin' January and I've got 37 Blogger and 100 Google Reader followers? How does that happen? I actually run a movie news/reviews blog that never gets that kind of attention. And that one I'm able to share with people I see in real life. Oy, you guys are amazing.

But let me just say, I don't know why you all started following me even with no updates, but thanks for doing it. You guys have inspired me, which of course means I have to start updating again. So expect to see some new stories sometime in the near future. Maybe even today!

Backwards

2010-01-20T16:27:00.000-08:00

Charlotte just felt off today. Backwards. There was no other way to explain it. Everything was going wrong. She kept grabbing things with her left hand, even though she was right handed. She even had trouble writing with her right hand. Every time she went to turn to the right, she'd turn left and anytime she wanted to sit down, she'd lean over.

She had started feeling like this right after she had gotten dressed that morning in a hurry since she was late for school. She couldn't explain it and it didn't make any sense. Her friends asked if everything was okay, probably because she appeared drunk. And who could blame them, she felt drunk, except without the intoxication. Once school was over, she headed home, denying an invitation to hang out with her friends. She just wanted to get home and change and relax.

Charlotte got home with some difficulty, always confusing her directions. She got in her room and went to go change. Removing her skirt and blouse, she was starting to feel a little better, but still off.

Once all her clothes were removed, Charlotte reached up to the base of her neck and unlocked the tab there. She pulled on the invisible zipper down to her butt and then pulled at the back of her head. The skin and hair over her scalp peeled off to reveal a boy's head, only facing the opposite direction.

The boy's face looked down at the girl's ass on the front of his body and over his shoulder at the breasts on his back and laughed, "that's why I felt off today!"

Expanding Horizon

2009-11-29T12:13:00.000-08:00

It was a long day for Cedric, and now he just wanted to relax. And what better way to let off some steam than to get his rocks off at his laptop? No one else was home tonight, which was good because he had had problems in the past with roommates busting in at inopportune times.

As Cedric sat down, he thought it might be a good time to expand his sexual horizons. Normally he kept to a very small genre of porn, only white women with bleach blonde hair. So in his search for something new (which isn't very hard, considering the plethora of property out there), he came across something new and strange website that he had never seen before.

It had a dark and mysterious tone about it, but Cedric wasn't dissuaded. He browsed through some of the pictures, liking what he was seeing. Aside from the pictures, there was only one video featured. He did not hesitate.

She popped up immediately. A gorgeous girl with bleached blonde hair. Perfect, thought Cedric, no longer caring about expanding his horizons. She was sitting in a chair in an otherwise empty room, the camera framing her entire body. She was naked, and her large breasts lifted from her chest with each breath. She didn't do anything other than stare into the camera, and soon Cedric felt like she was looking directly at him. He locked eyes with his screen and her eyes.

Her left hand lifted up and rubbed her opposite shoulder, Cedric found himself doing the same. He ran his hand all the way up and down his arm just as she did. If he could break his gaze with the screen, he would see that his own arm was becoming more tan and slender. His right arm and hand losing muscle mass, becoming more dainty. The woman and he did the same thing for his other arm.

Cedric didn't remember taking off all of his clothes.

The mysterious woman brought both of her arms up to her face and began rubbing, running her hands through her beautiful hair. Cedric was fully turned on, and was too involved in the video to notice the hair dropping in front of his face. She ran her hands over her throat and Cedric's breathing became slightly higher. She ran her hands over her smooth legs, and as Cedric did the same, he loved the feeling of those legs. His ass became rounder and shapely under his lovely new hands.

Cedric thought it strange that he was copying her movements, but found he couldn't stop. But it was only when he was copying her movements over his chest and felt breasts growing underneath that he became worried. His breasts were huge (he shouldn't even have breasts) and his whole body felt off, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the blonde on the screen.

The woman's hand moved down to her vagina, and Cedric could feel his penis shrivel underneath his hand. He reached inside himself then, and the tension he had been feeling built and built while she fingered herself. Cedric couldn't believe how good it felt, and massaged her breast at the same beat as the woman. The woman's eyes began to waver with distracted ecstasy, and Cedric could feel the spell breaking. But just when she felt she could take back control, she exploded into orgasm. The spell broke, and she thrashed around in her chair, continuing to finger herself in the dying throes of passion.

She collapsed onto her keyboard, not noticing that the website had changed back to her traditional porn page. And she hadn't changed back. Cedric was still panting from the best orgasm she had ever had, when she realized the huge boobs she was laying on. Now she had the control and sense of mind to panic.

But just then, she heard her roommate come through the door. This would definitely be one of those inopportune times, and she was still so horny...

Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers: The Power Coins

2009-10-22T16:12:00.000-07:00

It's been a quiet day in Angel Grove, California (for once). But with a quiet day comes studying. Even if the six Rangers are charged with protecting Earth from Rita, they still have tests to pass. Today, Tommy and Kimberly are in their own study group, but they planned to meet the rest of their friends for smoothies afterward. But their studying was taking a lot longer than usual. For you see, the two had been secretly dating for over a month now, and their study/make-out sessions were getting a little more intense with each visit.

"Tommy," Kimberly breathed during a momentary break. "We should be studying."

"Of course we should," said Tommy, but he didn't stop kissing her neck. Kimberly pulled Tommy's head away from hers and looked him in the eye. They both stopped and stared at each other before again resuming kissing each other, but with increased intensity. Just when Tommy was starting to reach under her shirt, his comm rang out, making them both jump. It was Alpha.

"Time to go back to work," sighed Tommy. They each picked up their morphers and beamed away in sparks of green and pink.

____________________________

They had their mission. Rita's next monster was terrorizing the school. They knew what they had to do. It was morphin' time.

"It's morphin' time!" yelled Tommy.

"Triceratops!" "Pterodactyl!" "Mastadon!" "Saber-tooth Tiger!" "Tyrannosaurus!" "Dragonzord!"

But when the team arrived on the scene, something was horribly wrong. You know, besides Rita's newest monster.

"What?!" yelled the Green Ranger. He looked down at his uniform, but jolted at a yell to his left.

"How?!" yelled the Pink Ranger. She was also looking down, and looked at the Green Ranger quickly. She ran over to him and whispered. "How did this happen?"

"I don't know. This is so strange." The rest of the team was distracted with fighting the Puddies, and had yet to notice the two straglers. Both were too shocked to move, but when they saw their friends in danger, they nodded to each other and went to fight. They would figure out what happened later.

Tommy felt off, but no less powerful. He still knew how to fight. Kimberly didn't quite know how to handle this. But she didn't lose her instincts. Soon, the Puddies were defeated.

Without warning, a hideous monster appeared in front of them. It cackled menacingly, and roared in defiance when Rita's magic wand made her monster grow.

They needed Dinozord power now.

"We need Dinozord power now!" shouted Jason.

From the depths of the earth emerged the five Zords that would combine to create the Megazord. Tommy watched in fascination and horror. He knew how to get in his machine, but didn't know how to use his new power coin to merge the Zords together. Kimberly had a completely different problem. How would she call the Dragonzord? She couldn't play the flute-dagger.

At almost the same time, both their suits took over. At Jason's behest, Tommy's new suit made him pull out his power coin, engage it, and begin the initiation sequence for the Megazord. Kimberly pulled out her dagger and began to play, not knowing where the notes were coming from. She jumped in her Zord and knew just what to do to control the machine.

As always, Rita's monster never stood a chance.

__________________________

But when they returned to the Command Center and un-Morphin' Time'd, Tommy and Kimberly looked at each other in horror to find that they still had a huge problem, but now they didn't have suits to hide it.

"Well done, Rangers," Zordon boomed from his pillar. "But beware, Rita will strike again. You must continue to be strong, as you have."

"Thank you, Zordon," stated Jason proudly. "We'll be ready for her."

Alpha 5 chirped in approval and the others nodded in agreement, Kimberly and Tommy with markedly less enthusiasm.

Back at Kimberly's home, they finally had the privacy necessary to confront their problem.

"Why haven't we changed back?" Tommy nearly screamed from his very feminine body and pink clothes. They had been holding back a torrent of emotion and confusion for several hours

"Shh!" Kimberly was worried about someone finding out she was in her boyfriend's body. Her green clothes weren't helping her calm. "I don't know. There's no reason why this happened."

Tommy started taking deep breaths to calm himself, sat down and started thinking things through. "It started when we morphed. This is gonna sound weird. Did we do it right?"

"We do it the way we always did. Unless..." Kimberly pulled out her Power Coin. She nearly cried at what she saw. "I have your coin."

"What?" Tommy almost fell off the bed. He pulled out his coin. "Oh man. Here! Switch it back!"

They hastily changed coins. There was just one thing they had to do to confirm.

"It's morphin' time!" they both yelled together.

Since that fateful day, Tommy and Kimberly's relationship only grew stronger. And after some time of doing everything right, they began to warm up to the idea of switching Power Coins again. After all, who would believe they could switch bodies? And if they had to fight as each other, the suits would help them out. Only years later, after they had passed their powers onto a new generation, did they tell the other Rangers what they had been doing.

Back Through the Surf

2009-09-17T12:05:00.001-07:00

Michel refused to lose this year's race. For the past 12 months, he has done nothing but train for the day when he would finally take the gold and beat his arch-rival Jean-Pierre. They had each been rivals for years, ever since their first race together back in the big 1930 race together when they had come in neck to neck. Jean-Pierre had come in first by less than a nose.

They had raced together ever since, not as friendly competitors, but as fierce rivals. Michel would always lose, but only just. Today, that would end.

This fateful race would be held on the beach road, a treacherous asphalt track that wound between jagged cliff and raging ocean. Many a biker had nearly met their end on this road. Michel walked his bicycle up to the starting line, preferring to save his legs for the race. Jean-Pierre walked up along side him, throwing a Michel a look of removed disdain. Confidence oozed from his pores. Michel hoped that would be his downfall.

The race began with a gunshot. The hundreds of bicyclists rode off at a relaxed pace, slowly building speed, passing each other in a graceful dance of precarious combat. Michel was already in the lead, he refused to take the first leg easy, pulling himself ahead of all the other racers quickly and deliberately. He knew this strategy was dangerous, as his legs could easily wear out before the big finish. But he didn't care, all he could see in his mind's eye was the look of defeat on Jean-Pierre's face. He pumped the pedals harder.

Passing the half-way point, Michel was far ahead of any competition. But that was where he made his mistake. Michel began a downhill slope, a point that any sensible biker would rest, but he continued to push himself and his bike beyond reasonable speeds.

He couldn't break in time for the next turn. With all his might, he tried to break, pressing his soles into the pavement. But to no avail, he flew over the edge, into the grass, flying recklessly past trees and rocks, until he landed face-first in waist high ocean.

Technically, Michel was lucky. This was the only part of the shore that had shallow waters and few rocks. As Michel pulled himself out of the salty water, he gasped for breath and took a quick assessment of his body. No broken bones, very lucky. But something felt off. He looked down and saw two breasts protruding underneath his white shirt. His legs were smooth and womanly, and long dark hair was hanging in his face.

Just as he was about to panic, he heard the rattling of the next bicyclists tearing their way down the hill he had just failed to overcome. He saw the smug smile of Jean-Pierre as he flew around the bend and out of sight.

Determination rose up in him. Even now, he refused to lose again. He picked up his bike, remarkably unscathed, from beneath the ocean water and jogged with it, his powerful yet womanly legs pumping through the surf, onto the sand, and back up the trail to the road.

No, he would not lose again.

Picture Yourself...

2009-07-11T02:44:00.001-07:00

It's been a while, but seeing as how I've been linked to by both Rebecca Molay and TG Comics, I figure I better get my rear in gear. Just a simple one for now, I'm trying to see if I can make one of my favorite novels, The Music of Chance, into a good short story. I think it'll work out, but it needs some fine tuning.

TG Caps Blog Dream

2009-06-03T01:16:00.000-07:00

As if I needed another reason to write this blog...

Cap: New BOoB Design

2009-05-31T23:13:00.000-07:00

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.

Cap: Soap

2009-05-20T01:38:00.001-07:00

Welcome to Fight Club

2009-05-06T00:00:00.000-07:00

"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.**

Status Update: One Month

2009-05-05T01:12:00.000-07:00

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!

Routine

2009-05-05T00:46:00.000-07:00

"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!"

The Fountain of Youth: Sacrifice

2009-05-03T01:13:00.000-07:00

"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?

FML

2009-05-01T01:25:00.001-07:00

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.

Fucking with Me

2009-04-30T00:49:00.000-07:00

My wife wanted to fuck me. But she also wanted to fuck a woman. And now she had the means to do both at the same time.

She found this medallion that allowed her to change our bodies when we touched it to clothes and ourselves. And the longer you touched the medallion, the more you would change.

Anyways, she wanted to fuck me, but she didn't want to be a man. I myself was not opposed to be being a woman. So my wife, Cordi, took the medallion and a pair of my underwear and grew my dick. Then she threw the medallion and a pair of panties at me. I caught them both and began to change immediately.

My dick was gone before I knew it, and the changes spread from there. My ass filled out and my legs became much more smooth. I could feel my insides rearrange and my waist pull in. Breasts ballooned out of my chest and and my shoulders narrowed. As I lost muscle mass in my arms and hand, my neck and became smaller and my face contorted to someone else's features entirely. Blonde hair exploded from my scalp. I had become another woman.

My wife wasted no time in attacking me. She didn't even let me take off my clothes. She pulled away my underwear and proceeded to thrust her new hard dick into my new wet pussy. I was filled to the brim, I could barely think as Cordi pumped in and out of me. I screamed in my new soprano, and my wife grunted with each thrust. Neither of us wasted any time in coming to an explosive orgasm.

I'm not quite sure what just happened. But fuck if I didn't like it. My wife and I are going to have some fun times ahead, because I'm definitely not giving back this body until I've explored all its orgasmic capabilities.

My Name is Gladiator

2009-04-29T01:32:00.001-07:00

"How dare you show your back to me!" Commodus exclaimed, pushing his nephew to the side. "Slave! You will remove your helmet and tell me your name."

The gladiator sighed, removed his helmet, and turned around, looking Commodus directly in the eyes.

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius.
Commander of the Armies to the North. General of the Felix Legions.
Loyal servant to the true Emperor, Marcus Aurelius.
Father to a murdered son. Husband to a murdered wife.
And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next."

The Emperor was astounded. His men had told him that the general was dead. He was supposed to be dead. He whispered to his aide and at his word, the soldiers surrounding them lifted their spears in preparation from battle.

But something happened that Commodus did not expect: the crowd wanted Maximus to survive. And because of his efforts to gain the favor of the mob, Commodus could not kill the general in front of everyone, not when Maximus was so popular. So he let the gladiator live, and let him walk away. All the while, the crowd roared and cheered his name "Maximus! Maximus! Maximus!"

But this was not the end. Ideas were already brewing in the Emperor's head.

After many battles, betrayals, and attempted escapes, Maximus and Commodus were once again facing each other. Maximus was tied up, wearing nothing but torn rags. Commodus walked in wearing armor of the purest white. He walked straight up to his sworn enemy, but stopped an looked up. He was listening to the crowds cheer in the Colosseum above them.

"Maximus. Maximus. Maximus." Commodus whispered. "The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor. Striking story! But now, the people want to know how the story ends. Only a famous death will do. And what could be more glorious than to challenge the Emperor himself in the great arena?"

Maximus looked at him. "You would fight me?"

"Why not?" The Emperor was instantly angry. "Do you think I am afraid?"

"I think you have been afraid all your life."

"Unlike the great general. Who knows no fear?"

Maximus smiled slightly. "I knew a man once who said, 'Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.'"

Commodus smiled back, mockingly. "I wonder, did you friend smile at his own death?

Maximus no longer smiled, but looked Commodus squarely in the eye. "You must know, he was your father."

This struck Commodus hard. "You loved my father, I know. But so did I. That makes us brothers, doesn't it?" The Emperor embraced the gladiator, bringing out a knife with a small amount of blood on it. He stabbed Maximus in the back with it. "Smile for me now brother."

Commodus ordered his men to cover Maximus' wound with his armor. Maximus felt weak, but he also felt strange. He was led to a platform, where he and Commodus were raised up to the level of the Colosseum floor. Thousands of fans were cheering at his presence and at the prospect of seeing him fight the Emperor himself.

But Maximus could barely stand, let alone fight. His whole body was on fire. And he definitely felt as if his body was betraying his senses. But he had to fight, to exact revenge upon the man responsible for killing his wife and son. Maximus took his sword and prepared to fight.

He could feel his body change throughout the swordfight, and with each blow, Commodus only laughed. And even despite these changes and stab wound, he still managed to keep the upper hand on Commodus. Soon, the man was left defenseless, but still he laughed at Maximus.

"Look at you, Maximus!" he laughed. "You have no chance as you are."

Maximus looked down to find that his whole body had changed. He had been so focused on killing the Emperor, he had ignored his wounds and the signals his body was sending him. He had the body of a woman. His breasts were protruding from his armor, his hair had grown long and black. His skins was soft and his arms were thin. Thinking back, he knew the blood on the knife that stabbed him was sorcery. Commodus had taken the coward's way out to ensure his own victory.

As Maximus was distracted, Commodus pulled a small knife from a secret place within his sleeve and attempted to surprise the woman. But Maximus dodged, and managed to grab Commodus' knife arm, and keep him locked there. Slowly, Maximus bent the Emperor's elbow so that the knife was facing his throat. And with his last ounce of strength, forced Commodus' own knife into his neck.

Commodus looked up in surprise, and Maximus let him fall to the ground.

Maximus then fell to the ground himself, his new body finally giving out.

Maximus survived the fight, but would never again be able to return to his life as a man, a general. Nor could he return to his life of freedom. In her new body, Maximus did the only thing she knew how: fight. Fight as a gladiator within the Colosseum. She fought well, earning a reputation even among the most skilled swordsman. And whenever anybody asked her name, she merely said,

"My name is Gladiator."

Boxer Thief

2009-04-29T00:58:00.000-07:00

I finally caught him. My roommate, Greg, has the bad habit of not doing his laundry, but doesn't like to wear dirty underwear. I don't blame him, but if he just did his laundry he wouldn't have that problem. What I do blame him for is stealing my underwear.

He denies it every time I yell at him, and it's gotten to the point where I have to do his laundry for him just so he won't steal my clean boxers.

Well, I finally caught him in the act. And it was all thanks to that weird old guy in that small shop in the mall. He gave me this pair of black panties and told me to put them in my underwear drawer.

"The next person who sees them won't be able to resist putting them on," he said with a chuckle. "So be sure it's him who opens the drawer next."

I was still pretty skeptical that Greg would put the panties on, but the old man sweetened the deal by saying they were only a buck fifty. I couldn't resist that deal, even if I only got a laugh out of seeing Greg's face when he sees them in my drawer.

I put the panties in my underwear drawer and closed the drawer. I was almost tempted to open it myself just to see what would happen, but I heeded the old man's warning. I went downstairs to watch some television, and I kept my video camera with me just in case.

Greg came home not to long afterward and immediately went upstairs to take a shower. I waited until he went into our room, went upstairs, and stood outside, waiting to hear...well, something.

At what I thought was the right time, I swung my door open, video camera up, ready to humiliate Greg. He was just in the process of putting the panties on, the rest of him buck naked.

I laughed as I hit the record button, but Greg didn't even look up. As soon as the panties were in place, he began to change. It looked as if liquid was spreading out from the panties all along Greg's pale skin. Upon closer inspection, it was actually the effect of Greg's skin becoming tanner and smoother. Once his entire body was tan, the rest of the changes happened all at once.

His ass, breasts, and hair exploded outward from his body, as if they were being forced out. I was too distracted by those to notice that at the same time, the rest of his body had changed as well. Greg no longer stood before me, but a goddess.

Greg hadn't moved the entire time, not a muscle. But as soon as the last change took place, he looked over in my direction and smiled.

"Hello, lover," she said seductively. "I missed you in the shower. How about you put that video camera down and come make up for that."

I complied.

It wasn't the solution I was expecting. I don't even know if you would call this a solution, since my new roommate still wears my underwear. But I don't complain; she can wear whatever she wants.

Body and Soulmates: Chapter 4

2009-04-28T01:23:00.000-07:00

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“Okay, but first… Your nipples are twice as sensitive.”

“What? Oooh, you bad…”

“You feel me give you a deep passionate kiss. You feel my lips pressed against yours, with my hand against the back of your head, pulling you towards me. You feel my bare chest against your breasts and the bulge of my crotch pressed against yours. You feel as we passionately make out. You feel as we stop for me to take off your shirt and bra, but begin to make out again, even more violently, your bare chest against mine. You feel me break the kiss and begin to kiss and bite your neck, moving up and down towards your shoulder. You feel as I continue to kiss down your chest towards your breasts.”

Andrew could hear Stephanie’s breathing become more labored, and then nothing at all. She must have dropped the phone.

On the other end, Steph could still feel Andrew kiss her breast, but became aware that he wasn’t moving from there, and that she could no longer hear him. She opened her eyes and realized Andrew really wasn’t there, but she could still feel him kissing her chest. She leaned over and picked up her dropped phone. All she said was, “I’m putting you on speaker.”

Andrew started right back up. “You feel me move down towards your right nipple, kissing more softly as I get there. You feel me move my left hand towards your left breast, massaging it as I kiss your right nipple, moving my tongue along it. You feel my mouth suck on your nipple, my tongue playing with the tip of your nipple,” Andrew paused. “Your breasts grow in size, but are no less sensitive.”

“Oh my god,” Andrew could hear Steph whisper.

“You feel that your pants and underwear are already off, and so are mine. You feel me move from your right nipple to your left as I move my right hand down along your stomach towards your crotch. You feel as I move two fingers along the lips of your vagina. You feel my fingers push inside your vagina, just part way. You feel them move up towards your clit, where you feel my fingers massage your clit. You still feel my lips and tongue on your left breast, licking and massaging your nipple.”

“Oh my god. Please enter me,” Steph’s breathing was very heavy, letting out a groan and a whimper with increasing frequency. “No more, no more. Do it, put your dick inside me.”

“You feel me remove my lips from your nipples and my hand from your vagina. You feel as I move to position my dick at the entrance to your vagina. You feel as I rub the head of my penis on your clit. You feel me slowly enter your vagina, inches at a time. You feel me suddenly push my dick deep within you vagina, all the way to the hilt.”

Stephanie let out a small shriek. Her breathing was becoming much faster paced.

“You feel my dick moving up and down within your vagina. You feel me laying on top of you, your breasts against my chest. You feel me kiss your neck as I continue to pump my dick in and out of your wet pussy.”

“Oh my god, Andrew. You’re dick is so big. Fuck me, Andrew. Faster, harder. Oh!” Steph nearly screamed it. But Andrew was focused on the fact that his dick was indeed larger now. Much larger. This gave him an idea.

“You feel my dick grow in thickness inside you.” Steph’s gasps and screams growing in intensity. “You feel me fuck you harder and harder, faster and faster. You feel my dick inside you, every ridge and vein, pumping within you. You feel…”

But at that moment, Andrew heard Steph scream in glorious orgasm. “You feel me orgasm inside you, pushing up against your crotch with great force.” Steph’s breathing was becoming less labored and more even as she came down from her orgasmic high. “You feel my dick remove itself from your vagina.”

“Oh my god, Andrew. That was amazing. I can’t believe you weren’t actually here.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Wow. Just give me a minute to come down from that. Oh my god, I’m still wearing clothes! That was so cool.”

“You know you made my dick bigger while we were doing that?”

Steph laughed, “I did? I’m sorry. Do you want me to bring it back down?

“No no. That’s okay. I’ll keep it for now,” Andrew joked. “You know, listening to you, I’m really horny again. You think you could…”

“Again? I suppose I could whip up something… You feel…”

Status Update: Return

2009-04-28T01:17:00.000-07:00

I have returned. Hope all was well while I was away. I'm starting the week off with a trip to the Dollhouse, one of my new favorite shows on FOX. Hope you enjoy it. And maybe it will inspire you to go watch it and boost its ratings so it can come back for a second season.

In other news, I'm also posting a new chapter to Body and Soulmates. No TG yet, but don't worry, it's definitely coming.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

Things they do look awful cold.
I hope I die before I get old.
My Generation - The Who

Dollhouse: Replacement

2009-04-28T00:21:00.000-07:00

Juan Diego, FBI had been investigating the Dollhouse for over a year now. It all started when he started looking into the missing persons report for one Elizabeth Allen. She had gone missing three years ago, and his only clue to go on was the word "Dollhouse."

Through extensive investigation, Juan was not able to find much. But he did find out that the Dollhouse was a super secret, super advanced brainwashing organization. They wiped people's memories so they could imprint new ones on them and send them out to fulfill the buyer's perverted fantasies.

Juan had tried time and time again to discover the location of the Dollhouse, and to find Elizabeth, but they were always three steps ahead of him. His search had even cost him his job.

But one day, Elizabeth came knocking at his door. And then she knocked him out.

Juan woke up tied to a reclined chair. A tall woman with auburn hair stood over him. A bright light was shining from somewhere, but Juan couldn't see where.

"Hello, Juan. Welcome to the Dollhouse."

Juan's eyes opened wide with shock. He had made it, but at what cost? "Where is Elizabeth Allen?"

"Do you mean Luna? Her contract expired two hours ago. Her last assignment was to bring you in," the lady smiled. She had wonderful teeth, and a heavy English accent. "She is once again a free woman, allowed to live her life as if nothing had ever happened. A substantially richer life, I might add."

"Her contract? She didn't sign up to have her memory wiped every day."

"Why of course not. We recruited her. But she did sign her life to us for the last three years."

"You brainwashed her."

"In a way, yes we did. But she helped fulfill the dreams of many many people. I dare say, she has become very popular during that time. And that, of course, brings us to why you are here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I did not bring you here just so I could spill all my company's secrets to a sorry excuse for an FBI agent," she stopped and smiled. There was no menace there. "I mean, that you are to become Luna's replacement."

"What?"

"Well, we can't have you going back and telling all our secrets. And we certainly don't want to kill you. No, you're much more useful to us this way."

"You're going to make me a doll?"

"Not just any doll: Luna."

Juan couldn't speak. He knew their technology was advanced...but this?

"We have the technology to remove a person's memories and replace them as we see fit. It's not too much a stretch of the imagination that we have that technology as well."

"You'll never get away with this. I'll stop you!"

She laughed, "Oh my dear boy. You can't stop me, it's already happened."

"What?"

"We've injected you with the proper nanotechnology that will turn your body into an exact duplicate of Luna's," she explained. She showed him the remote in her hands. "All I have to do is press this button."

And she pressed it. Juan's body immediately exploded into many fast paced changes. He could feel each and every muscle and hair morph around him. His hair sprung out around his head, his skin complexion lightened and smoothened. The stubble on his face was gone, and so was his leg hair. His shoulders and waist pulled in, and his ass pushed out. He could feel breasts forcing themselves out of his chest and his arms lose their muscle mass.

Juan tried to yell as he writhed under the straps, but all that came out was a little squeak as his voice cracked. His dick had shrunk and pulled inside of him. He had changed into a woman. But he didn't have time to admire the changes to his body.

"I hope you enjoy your new body, Juan. But you won't for long. Now it is time to take away your memories," the strange woman walked away from him. "Goodbye."

"No!" Juan yelled out in a voice that was much too high. "You can't leave me like this!"

He saw her press another button on her remote as she walked out of the room, and darkness closed in around him.

"Hello, Luna."

"Did I fall asleep?" Luna's voice was innocent and beautiful, like a child's. Her mind had no memories, wiped clean except for the few bare essentials.

"For a little while."

"Shall I go now?" Soon she would be given a new set of memories to complete her first assignment.

"If you'd like."

Status Update VI

2009-04-23T00:50:00.000-07:00

No updates for a bit, folks. My long-time long distance girlfriend is coming up for the weekend. And...seeing as how she doesn't know I have these little fantasies, I won't be able to write any new posts until after the weekend.

Until then, keep it real. I'll be enjoying some intense heterosexual non-TG-related coital. See you on the flip side.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

What the Hell is Going On?

2009-04-23T00:32:00.000-07:00

This just didn't make any sense!

I don't remember anything before last night. Nothing to explain why I'm someone else's house. Nothing to explain why I was alone in said house. And definitely nothing to explain why I now had breasts and a pussy!

Why can't I remember anything? This shouldn't even be possible! There's no way I can be a woman. There's just no fucking way.

This has to be a dream. Ow! Fuck. No, pinching myself didn't wake me up. Think, dammit, think! Who was I with last night, where did I go?

Wait, how do I know it's only been one night? Maybe they drugged me and kept me sedated while they put me through surgery to make me a woman. I could have been out of it for months!

Or maybe this is all in my mind. Maybe I just secretly wanted to be a woman and didn't know it and now my mind is forcing my ideal world to the forefront.

Or maybe I was sucked into an alternate reality where I'm a wo...

"Did you have to shoot her with a tranquilizer dart?"

"No, but she was starting to annoy me."

"Great. That's real professional."

"You would have done it if you had the gun."

"Whatever, looks like the mind changes haven't taken affect yet."

"Yeah, well let's take her back up to her room and let her sleep it off. Maybe when she wakes up she won't be so damn yappity."

"A pleasure to work with you, as always."

Body and Soulmates: Chapter 3

2009-04-22T23:53:00.000-07:00

“It’s kinda ironic, don’t you think?” Andrew asked Steph the next day on the phone. They had spent the majority of the night changing each other back and forth, but finally went to bed when they both agreed that they needed to go to school in the morning.

“How’s that?”

“If you’re soul mates, that means you’re supposed to love each other as they are. And we’ve been given the power to change each other however we want.”

“Perhaps only by becoming soul mates can we be trusted to trust each other with such complete control of each other’s bodies. With any other person I’d be scared to give such personal access to my body, but I know I can trust you with this power. Just like I know you can trust me.”

“Of course I can.”

“So. Do you wanna try something different tonight?” Steph had that tone that suggested she already had something in mind.

“Sure. How different?”

“Well, I thought that we’d have phone sex. But with the added benefit of that little gift we have.”

”You mean the one that makes your breasts bigger?” Andrew laughed. But he could hear her gasp a little. “Whoops. Accident.”

“No, it’s okay,” she breathed. “But you should sit down. I’ve been thinking about this since our conversation last night, and I’m so horny I could burst. Okay. Close your eyes. Now, you feel me kissing you on the lips, a deep passionate kiss with just a little bit of tongue. You feel me take off your shirt and give you little kisses down your neck, down your chest and your stomach, until I reach your pants. You feel me take off your pants and lower your boxers. You feel me wrap my mouth around your dick, and you feel as I slowly lick the sides of your penis, focusing a lot on the tip. I kiss it and lick it and use my hand to pump your shaft while my lips and tongue work your tip. You feel as I take the your penis in my mouth, and bob up and down on it. You feel me go faster and faster until…”

But Andrew was too far-gone. Andrew hadn’t taken off any of his clothes, but he felt as if he was naked, getting the greatest blowjob ever from his girlfriend. He didn’t open his eyes, and did his best to keep the phone up to his ear. Soon enough he climaxed, and Steph could hear his grunts and pants on her side of the phone. It turned her on to have this kind of control. And she was proud of herself that she could make him cum without ever touching him.

Still panting, Andrew brought the phone back up to his ear. “That…was amazing.”

“I’m glad,” Steph replied. “Aren’t you proud of me?”

“Very. We should do that again.”

“I can always make you ready to go again… but I think you should do me first.”

“I can do that. Ready?”

Lesbian Vampires

2009-04-22T15:20:00.000-07:00

Sam had unwittingly walked right into the vampires' trap, and now he was strung up in the middle of their lair. There were four of them, all women. Rather hot women too, but Sam wasn't really in a position to do much with that. The tallest of them stepped forward.

"Hello, love. My name's Darla," she purred with a slight English accent. "What's yours?"

"Go to hell."

"Oh... well that's not very polite," she said as the other vampires snickered behind her.

"Screw polite," Sam growled. "You killed my brother."

"Killed? Now my dear boy, I don't kill human men," Darla turned and held out her hand to the others. The smallest of the group stepped forward and took her hand. She was small, with short brown hair and mousy features. They embraced each other in a passionate kiss. Darla turned and looked Sam directly in the eyes. "I turn them."

"You don't mean..."

"So disgusting men are. Especially you human ones."

"You bitch! Where is he? Show me my brother!"

"Why my dear boy, you're looking at her."

Sam looked at the unfamiliar female vampire still within Darla's embrace, and the realization hit him.

"Wesley?"

"Hello, little brother," the woman smiled menacingly and mockingly. "Do you like what they've done with me?"

"This can't be..."

"Believe it," Darla interrupted. The female vampire who used to be Wesley stepped back to join the rest of her group. "And now your fate will be the same as hers."

Before Sam could protest, Darla was on him, her teeth embedded in his neck. The pain was excruciating. He tried to push her off, but his strength was rapidly being drained with his blood. All he could do was hang there as Darla sucked him dry. But then she stopped. Sam, still hanging by his hands, had no energy even to lift his head.

Darla took a knife and cut a small hole in the side of her neck. The blood dripped slowly down her shoulder. "Now drink," she ordered. Sam tried to resist, but he didn't have the energy. He could feel his last vestiges of life leave him. Darla moved her bleeding neck up to his mouth. A drop of her blood touched his lips, and he could feel the life in it. Even with such a small drop, he could feel his energy returning. He drank hungrily, as if this was his first meal in weeks. He sucked and sucked, welcoming the warm blood into his body.

He could feel the changes as he drank. The new blood coursing through his body was changing it. He could feel his face change, his features becoming softer and his hair becoming longer. The changes moved down his body, where his neck thinned and his grunts from drinking became more high pitched. His shoulders and arms were much thinner, and he could feel his nipples puff out and balloon into very large breasts. His waist pulled in and his hips flared out. As his legs became longer and smoother, a void was formed where his manhood used to exist.

As the last change occurred, Darla pulled her neck away and ordered the others to let the new vampire down. Darla went and stood in front of her, "now, isn't this so much better?"

"So much better, Darla," she whispered. "Thank you."

Darla smiled as she pulled her new minion closer. "Of course, darling. Now, what shall we call you?"
*Pictures taken from movie stills of Lesbian Vampire Killers*

Suggestible

2009-04-20T00:15:00.001-07:00

"Look what you did to me!"

"Oh believe me, I'm looking."

"Wow, I'm so beautiful. The spell even changed my clothes?"

"Yeah, and it affects your mind as well."

"What? How? When?"

"Whenever I want. Your mind is very suggestible now. Why don't you take off your clothes to get a better look at yourself?"

As Austin took off his shorts, "no I don't think I will, Brian. Just change me back before I do something I regret."

"Like what, Austin? Like how you want to suck my cock. Like how you want my cock to fill you up. Like how being a man wasn't very much fun and now you want to stay a woman forever."

"What? No..." Austin's mind was reeling. He couldn't keep track of which thoughts were his and which were being put into his head.

Brian kept going, "Why don't you come sit next to me. You want to touch my cock don't you? You want to suck it, don't you? You want to put your mouth around it and suck it. You want to taste my cum."

"Please no," Austin whispered as he leaned in towards his former best friend's dick.

"You love sucking cock. You want nothing more than to please me sexually. You're turned on by my dick and the thought of being fucked by it. You never want to be a man again. You love being a woman. And your new name is Audrey. You love that, don't you Audrey?"

"Mmhmm," was all Audrey could say as she worked hard on Brian's dick. She loved sucking her master's cock, and as the last vestiges of Austin receded to the back of her mind, she was so thankful that she got to be the one to suck it.

Body and Soulmates : Chapter 2

2009-04-19T23:25:00.000-07:00

“Dear Stephanie,
If you are reading this, it means that I am no longer around to tell you this in person. And for that I am sorry. I do not know what the future holds, and I hope you will never find the need to read this letter.

You have a gift, my daughter, a beautiful and magical gift that is bestowed upon every woman in our family when they turn 21. I have it, just as your grandmother did before me. We don’t know why our family line has this wonderful trait flowing through our blood, but we do not question it.

As you will discover, when you find your soul mate, you and he (or she, if you decide to follow the example of your great-aunt Rose) will be able to alter each other’s bodies. By speaking the thing you wish to change out loud, it will be so on him. You need not be in his presence, but he does need to hear it. We have discovered over the years that changes can occur even over a phone call. You cannot affect his mind, not that you would want to, but you can affect how his body feels or what it is feeling.

I love you, my darling. And I wish you the every happiness with your future soul mate that I experience with your father every day.

-Mom”

“Wow,” was all Andrew could say. “We’re soul mates then?”

“Of course. We can change each other. Why wouldn’t we be?”

“No reason, it’s just kinda nice to take the mystery away,” Andrew said. He felt relieved; he knew he should be with Steph, beyond a doubt. He looked into Steph’s eyes, and she looked back, smiling with a small tear rolling down her cheek. “I love you, Steph.”

“I love you, too,” after a minute, she spoke up again. “Do you think we should try some more changes?”

“Might as well. What did your mom mean by ‘how his body feels or what it is feeling?’”

“I don’t know, but we should try something simple. How about…you feel cold.”

Suddenly, it felt like Andrew was standing naked outside in the cold. He started shivering. “Okay, it works. Please c-c-change it back.”

She did. Andrew again felt comfortable in the warmth of his apartment. “My turn. I say… that you feel like I’m holding your hand.”

“Oh wow! Andrew, I can feel you as if you were right here. But there’s no hand there. I can’t touch it with my other hand, only with the hand you’re already holding. This is so amazing. Do you realize what we could do with something like this?

Status Update V

2009-04-19T20:12:00.000-07:00

After much scouring of the internets, I've decided not to include pictures with my new multi-chaptered story "Body and Soulmates."

I've come to the conclusion that no picture I use would be consistent enough with the tone I am trying to create. I want this to be an intimate story between young lovers strained by long distance who have been blessed with a gift that will bring them closer together, despite the physical distance between them. And any picture that I used would only cheapen the story as a whole. I may or may not throw in some other unrelated caps along the way to make up for the lack of pictures.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

And as we wind on down the road,
Our shadows taller than our soul,
There walks a lady we all know,
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Body and Soulmates : Chapter 1

2009-04-19T15:44:00.000-07:00

Andrew and Steph had been going out for almost five years now. Since their sophomore year in high school, they've been nothing but close. They stayed together for college, even though she went to UC: San Diego and he went to UC: Berkeley. People always asked them how they made it work, but it was really quite easy for them, since they loved each other.

It was also made easier by the fact that they didn't see each other as often as couples who lived together. It was hard not to see each other for extended periods of time, but those weekends when they were together were made all the more intimate and special by it.

But now, at the end of their junior year, they were both feeling lonely. They loved seeing each other, and loved being with each other, but it seemed like there would be no end to the long distance aspect of their relationship. It didn't help that everything in the media was telling them that serious relationships at a young age were dangerous.

Andrew didn't like talking about marriage, and Steph didn't push it on him. They both knew that they had another year of college and undetermined graduate plans after that. Kids and marriage wouldn't enter the picture until much, much later. He didn’t even know if he wanted to go that far with her. They got along so well, but what if there was another, closer girl that he got along with better?

They weren't together on Steph's 21st birthday. They knew they wouldn't be, but Andrew set aside a lot of time to talk to her on the phone. When he picked up, she seemed way more excited than usual.

"Andrew! Something way weird happened today! But it's also exciting, in a weird way. Do you know what I mean? I don't even know what I mean. I mean, this is so cool, but it freaks me out. And I haven't told anyone yet, but..."

"Steph!" Andrew had to stop her; she would have gone on forever. "What is it?"

"We can change each other!"

Andrew paused, he knew that Steph didn’t like having smallish boobs, but he didn’t know she was taking an active interest in fixing that. “Oh? Um, how?”

“I don’t know! But I think you can change my body any way you want to. And I can change yours! You see, I just got a letter from my mom!”

“But your mom…”

“Is dead, I know. But my aunt just came by and gave me the letter from my mom. She said her mom told her to give it to me on my 21st birthday. It told me what we can do.”

“Which is?” Andrew was having a hard time believing they could change each other’s bodies. But on the other hand, he hadn’t heard be so excited before.

“Well, if we are talking to each other, or looking at each other, we can change stuff. But we have to say it out loud. Here, let me show you,” she paused to think. “I know, you have huge biceps!”

All of a sudden, Andrew’s arms swelled in size. He couldn’t believe how big his biceps were, and in less than a minute. Andrew was speechless.

Steph was ecstatic. “Oh my god! It worked! It worked it worked it worked! I wasn’t sure it would work, and it did! Do something to me! Come on, do it!”

Andrew was still in a semi-state of shock, but his mind could still think of something dirty. “Your boobs are bigger!”

On his screen, he could see Steph’s breasts swell up under her shirt. Steph had had smallish breasts, but now they were at least twice their regular size. Luckily for Steph, her outfit didn’t require a bra.

“Wow,” he said. “Just...wow.”

Steph laughed, “I didn’t know you were a boob man.”

“I didn’t know I had the option,” Andrew laughed back.

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“It’s incredible! But how is this even possible?”

Status Update IV

2009-04-19T02:00:00.000-07:00

I may have taken a couple liberties with dates and magic and such with my last story, but it was fun to write.

But it is true that men cross-dressed in Gold Rush California. Something new I learned this week. Whether or not Levi Strauss was a wizard is still up for debate.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

It's much too early but it's time to go.
I love you more than you'll ever know,
Than you'll ever know.
January Heart - Carina Round

Levi's Jeans

2009-04-19T01:05:00.000-07:00

Jeans were an important part of the Gold Rush culture. Levi Strauss moved to San Francisco in 1853 to open a Western branch of his brother's New York dry goods store. His company would come to be known as Levi Strauss & Co., with their most marketable product: Levi's Jeans. Soon he was selling denim overalls and pants to the gold-hungry 49ers.

But during his time, San Francisco was not a gender-balanced place. The men there had crossed countless miles of dangerous terrain in the small hope of striking it rich and bringing safety through money back to their wives and family.

And because of this, there were not many women in the area. Many men resorted to cross-dressing during parties, where it was socially acceptable for men to dance with other cross-dressed men.

Little known to most of the world, Levi Strauss, best known for the Levi's brand, was also a wizard. He saw that the men needed real women to help offset the daily failures of empty sacks. To help, he created a pair of jeans unlike any other. Any man who wore them would turn into a woman, and an extremely attractive one at that. The jeans also changed the man's mind to match his new body.

Levi only made one pair of his magical Levi's jeans. They slowly made their way around San Francisco, turning unknowing men into attractive female versions of themselves. Levi kept track of the pants as their effects were easily apparent to him.

One day, however, Levi realized that he hadn't seen any new changes in quite some time. But this did not worry him anymore. The increase in new workers and discovered gold had created a booming center of commerce in San Francisco. And with a new city, came security, so men were more willing to take their wives along for the ride. Levi's jeans were no longer needed.

_____________________________________

A hundred sixty years later, Lee found them, but he didn't know it at the time. His grandmother had passed away, and it was his family's job to go through her things. They spent days going through her house, deciding what to toss, what to sell, what to keep. Lee was given the attic. That's where he found them, of course. They looked to be his size, a little beat up and torn, but good. Lee threw them in the "keep" pile.

After logging many hours there, his grandmother's house was packed up. They took our boxes home and collapsed. It was supposed to be part of the grieving process, but it was more work than anything. Lee hadn't even known her that well. Oh well, it was done.

Lee went up to my room with his one box of her stuff that went to him. He took out the jeans, dusted them off, and tried them on to make sure they fit.

The jeans fit really well, but as soon as the button was fastened, the jeans seemed to shrink on him. It was quite sudden, but they kept shrinking, even when his balls were being squished under their power. He fumbled with the button, to try and get them off, but nothing would budge. The jeans just wouldn't come off. The jeans kept shrinking, and Lee along with them. He could feel his legs change, and his penis get pressed up against his groin. Lee's ass didn't shrink after a certain point, however. It even seemed to get bigger. It was pretty apparent what was about to happen: he was going to turn into a girl.

Lee was seeing everything in slow motion, like those few nanoseconds before you get into a car crash. He could see the changes move up his body as his waist thinned and his abs flattened. Moving up, he could feel his chest balloon and push away from his body. Two enormous breasts were growing there. From there, Lee's arms, hands, and shoulders thinned and lost muscle mass. His voice grew in pitch when the changes reached his neck and his face distorted itself to match his new body. Hair cascaded down his back.

Lee looked in the mirror, seeing his new body with disbelief. But then the final change hit him, the one that would change his mind. It made him dizzy, but when his head cleared, there was no longer a Lee.

Instead, Lilah stood there, admiring her body in the mirror. She went and picked out a shirt to go with her form-hugging jeans. Lilah was ready to go out and please the men around her.

All thanks, to Levi's magical pair of jeans.

Status Update III

2009-04-16T01:39:00.000-07:00

Yeah, that last one was definitely just an excuse to use my favorite picture. A good use for it, I think.

And I had way too much fun thinking of different ways to misuse a bodysuit. Bodysuits have always been my favorite storylines, and you can definitely expect to see more of them in the future.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed,
Is here in my arms.
Words are very unnecessary.
They can only do harm.
Enjoy the Silence - Lacuna Coil

Bodysuit Experiments

2009-04-15T01:00:00.000-07:00

I found the bodysuit in my attic. It was pretty strange considering it felt like skin, but that was it. It was just skin. After examining it, I stuck my hand inside the hand of the suit. Even the inside felt the like skin, it was so smooth. The suit was definitely of a woman.

As soon as my fingers touched the inside tips of the suit's fingers, like putting on a glove, it felt different. It felt as if I wasn't even wearing the suit. I touched the hand to the table next to me, and I could feel it as if it was my own skin!

I peeled back the suit to reveal my own hand once again. Instead of being freaked out, I was intrigued. I wanted to know how far I could take this. So I experimented different parts of my body. The back of the suit was open, a part from the ass to neck. I stuck a foot in and found it to be my own. It was so cool to have a woman's foot just sitting there, attached to my very male body!

I tried all sorts of things, like putting my head inside the head covering. If I moved lowered the neck, I could feel the changes take place. I sung an even tone and listened as my voice rose in pitch every time I lowered the neck of the suit. I took my head out, and stuck my chest against the inside of the suit's. I had breasts! And such magnificent breasts they were.

I didn't try putting on the whole suit yet. I still had other, slightly less conventional ideas. I put my left hand in the suit's right hand. All of sudden, I had to right hands! It was so weird, I could even write with the suit's hand. I put my hand inside one of the legs all the way down to a foot. I really didn't think this would work, but there it was, a foot and very nice leg growing out of my shoulder. I put the chest of my suit on my back, and felt as breasts formed there on my back. From that idea, I put the legs of the suit on backwards and pulled the suit up to my waist. Not only did I have a vagina, but my ass was on my front, with my feet sticking out behind me! I stuck both my legs into one. I lay there on the floor looking as my waist continued into one fine looking leg.

I was having way too much fun with this. But I didn't care. And why stop there? A whole flood of kinky ideas were bombarding my head. But I thought it time to go that step I had been putting off. I put the suit on correctly, one foot at a time, left hand, then the right. Each time, I could feel the suits skin replace mine. My ass was perfectly formed, my abs were toned, my breasts were magnificent.

I closed the back of the suit up to the neck, took a deep breath, and pulled the face over mine. I felt as the tabs connected, and the suit sealed up around me. And then it wasn't a suit. It was my skin. It was me. And I was beautiful. Boy, was I going to have fun with this body.

Twins!

2009-04-15T00:33:00.001-07:00

Randall and Mark were twin brothers who decided to backpack through Europe together. They hit all the high points, crashed on floors, and stayed in hostels. But one hostel proved to be quite different from the others. It was in Amsterdam, a hostel that seemed too good to be true. Cheap prices, cheap meals, great parties, and naked women everywhere. The only catch was that the lady who owned the place said guests were only allowed to stay one night.

Randall and Mark could barely contain themselves. They stayed for a day and a night, but didn't want to leave the next day. They had each gotten massive amounts of head, sex, ass, everything. How could they leave a place like this?

So they formed a plan. They would leave as instructed, but would sneak back in that night. They both snuck in with no problem, and the girls there were again very excited to see them. All the girls surrounded Mark and Randall, enveloping them in folds of smooth skin and soft breasts. They went to sleep that night deep within those folds.

Daisy and Mary are still at the hostel, working there and pleasing the guests who come and go. They couldn't be happier in the presence of other beautiful women like themselves. And the sex was just magical.

Other guests tried to stay just as they had, and those guests became permanent residents, just like the twins once named Mark and Randall.

Status Update II

2009-04-14T00:59:00.000-07:00

I'm in a mood, in case you couldn't tell. I need to see someone I know so we can talk or something. This whole acquaintance thing isn't very much fun. I'm just glad I have this outlet to vent/be creative.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

So now you're gone.
And I was wrong.
I never knew what it was like,
To be alone
On a Valentine's Day!
Valentine's Day - Linkin Park

Alone

2009-04-14T00:32:00.000-07:00

I lived alone. I ate alone. I worked alone. I spent my nights watching movies at home, never attempting to venture out and meet people or try and fill the lonely hole in my heart. I could talk to people, I could just never force myself to go those few extra steps and get to know someone beyond the mundane.

But then I found the medallion. And I changed my body to match someone who might be more outgoing. I thought that maybe with a change of perspective, I could be more brave and get to know people a little bit more.

It was a bigger change than I had imagined, becoming a woman. I was beautiful, and I felt slightly more confident with that knowledge. I forced myself to go out and complete my daily routine as a completely different person, and just for that accomplishment I felt better about myself.

I even talked with this nice guy in one of my classes. We seemed to get along just fine, I even invited him back to my apartment to continue our conversation.

He didn't force himself on me, but I didn't make a move to stop him. Despite the strangeness of the experience, I enjoyed the intimacy with him. It was nice to be close to somebody for once, to feel something.

He wasn't there when I woke up in the morning. Only the stain showed that anyone besides myself had ever been there. I walked downstairs to see if he was really gone. A step above the bottom, I sat down.

It doesn't matter who I am. Nothing changes. I am alone.

Bodysuit Fun

2009-04-11T00:32:00.000-07:00

The very latest in bodysuit technology: Bodysuit Inc.'s new body model RL240X. Not only did it turn a man into a fully functional female, but it was the special sex edition (thus the addition of the 'X' on the end of the name), which allowed someone to take it off, even if it got semen on it. No getting stuck as a woman forever for me, Mark thought as he opened the box. He had paid top dollar for this bit of technology. And in waiting for the package to arrive, Mark had memorized all its specs.

The model Mark had chosen was just to his specifications. In fact, after he had registered his purchase, Bodysuit Inc. had contacted him personally to ask him if it one of their defaults. He had agreed of course. Why deny others the chance to have such a perfect body?

He tried it on immediately. The skin felt strange against his own. It was tight, and it pressed against his groin and waist, but loose around his ass and chest. But he expected that. He fit his arms and fingers into those of the suit. The head of the suit hung down on his chest, and Mark felt slightly ridiculous looking like a man in a latex woman suit. But he zipped up his back and pulled the head over his. There were two tabs, one on the neck and the other on the back. As soon as they met, the suit was pulled in and pushed out all at once. It pressed against his face enough so he had to close his eyes.

All of a sudden the pressure subsided, and he was no longer wearing the skin. No, it was his skin. Mark was a she. But he didn't get long to admire his new body before both his roommates came walking into his room.

"Who are you?" his roommate Rob asked.

"Um, Mary. I'm Mark's...cousin." Mary suddenly became very conscious of how naked she was, and of the tents in each of their pants.

"Where's he?"

"Um, he went out for a bit." Mary stopped, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity to test out his new suit. It was the X model for a reason. He could feel his nipples tighten and his pussy moisten. It was ready to be filled.

"I was just getting more comfortable," Mary smiled seductively. "How about you boys do the same and then come join me in the bedroom?"

She sauntered back into Mark's room, taking pains to swing her ass just a little bit more with each step. She stopped at the doorway and turned slightly. "I'll be waiting."

Status Update I

2009-04-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

I think it's funny that every time I try to write a cap, it ends up coming out as a story. And with this last storyline, I intended to write a story about as long as the previous intended caps. What resulted were three very long posts. So much for that idea. Not that I mind, mind you. I like the longer posts, but maybe I should just focus on writing caps so I don't end up writing an epic poem. Really, these last three posts were just an excuse to use my plethora of sexy images. And a mighty good excuse they turned out to be.

I think I should work with some pictures that are much more explicit. I'm not opposed to them and I definitely plan on doing some caps with some full frontal shots and/or sex scenes. I haven't written any yet, but I'm gonna try.

Dylan

-Whatever turns you on.

1, 2, 3, 4 can I have a little more?
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 I love you.
All Together Now - The Beatles

Rings of Power: The Photoshoot Part III

2009-04-10T01:22:00.000-07:00

We changed bodies often. With the sexy shots of me being taken and the large differences in the female body type I was experiencing, I was beginning to feel at home in a woman's body. I liked how the breeze felt across my skin, I liked how I looked every time Tyler changed me. I liked how Tyler looked at me in his own constantly changing female body. I loved how I felt sexy and powerful, yet delicate and seductive.

Time flew by, and all of a sudden it was getting dark out. I wasn't ready to stop. Tyler felt the same way. But we both needed to eat. We didn't change back to our male bodies before we went to the kitchen.

I was feeling flushed. The day's activities hadn't worn me out. Instead I felt invigorated and ready for more. And horny. Really really horny. I walked over to the sink to get myself a glass of water. I took a large gulp and set down the glass on the counter. But when I turned around, Tyler was standing there less than a foot away from me, completely naked. We were approximately the same height now. Tyler leaned in and kissed me, a deep, tongue-filled kiss. And I nearly melted under its power.

"Tyler..."

"Shh. Don't call me that now." Tyler's face was flushed as well. And beautiful. "Let's just give in and do it. I'm so horny I could burst."

"I know, me too. But no, it's just weird." And while it was weird, I wanted it just as much as he did. Tyler sensed this, but he used some more of the ring's power to convince me.

All of a sudden my breasts expanded even further than the enormous size they already were. Not only that, but I could feel my nipples become much more sensitive. I gasped in surprise and lust. I didn't know that Tyler still had the gold ring. I was beginning not to care.

Tyler reached over and cupped each of my breasts over my bra. I couldn't help but breathe harder and push against his hands. "Please..." I breathed.

"What? What do you want?" Tyler whispered.

"Again. Bigger, do it again." I reached behind me to let my breasts escape my bra. As soon as they were free, Tyler enlarged them even further. He leaned in and kissed one of them. My knees almost buckled. I gave in. We passionately made out and groped each other's bodies for what seemed like eternity. She began to massage my clit, and it was all I could do to not scream out.

Of course I did all I could to return the favor to Tyler, but the changes she implemented on me kept me from keeping a clear head. I orgasmed three times from her tongue and hands. I wanted her to keep going, but she stopped me and told me it was her turn. I moved to lick her pussy, but stopped when I felt a pressure around my groin. I looked down to see something growing there. She had given me back my dick, only now it was huge! And she, judging from the way she was laying, she wanted me to fuck her with it. And fuck her I did. We went for hours, fucking in different positions. All throughout the process, she's orgasm or scream out and I would change. I didn't really care at the time, but I could feel myself grow longer hair, or my breasts grow even larger, or my ass get bigger. At one time she made my legs stronger so I could pump her harder.

I woke up in the morning laying with my back on the floor, my nipples pointed at the ceiling. I could feel Tyler stir towards my crotch once again. I was surprised to see that I once again had a vagina. I took this chance to steal the gold ring off of Tyler's finger and replace it with the silver ring from my finger. Now it was my chance to have a huge dick inside me.

Tyler smiled at me with her beautiful smile and I gave her a dick bigger than the one she had given me. I turned and presented myself for her. She did not hesitate.

_________________

I didn't know where my photography career was gonna go, or if I would ever make any money again. But I did know that I would never go back to my male body ever again. And I knew Tyler wouldn't either. We would be constantly changing women forever, fucking each other silly on the kitchen floor until the end of time.

Rings of Power: The Photoshoot Part II

2009-04-10T01:00:00.000-07:00

"What? I thought I was taking pictures of you first."

"Ha! No. I told you, you're doing this with me. Now gimme"

I threw him the gold ring. And he threw me the silver one.

As soon as I put it on, my chest ballooned out under my T-shirt. They didn't stop expanding until I was even bigger than Tyler.

"I suppose that would be revenge?"

"You suppose correctly. Now shush."

It seemed like Tyler would change everything about me all at once. My waist contracted, my hair grew longer, my legs lost all their hair, my face rearranged itself. I could feel my insides move around and make room for my new female organs, my shoulders and arms diminish in muscle. By the end of all the changes, I was all around smoother and... something I hadn't expected.

"I'm taller!" I had to stop in surprise as I brought my hand up to my throat. I didn't expect my voice to be this... sexy.

"Of course your taller. All the best models are taller."

"Oh." I walked over to the mirror just as Tyler had, but I spent a considerably longer time looking at the changes. I was gorgeous. I was so lost looking into my own eyes I didn't notice Tyler sneak up behind me to pinch my ass.

"Ah!" I shrieked. "What the hell... Why are you naked?"

"Um, because I'm a man in a woman's body. Why are you not?" Tyler was still giggling at my girlish scream. "Now get out of those guy clothes and let's take some pictures!"

"Okay, just let me get the box of clothes from my closet."

"Clothes? Didn't we just go over this, like, 2 seconds ago?"

"Yes clothes. This is my career, so we're doing this my way. And we're doing tasteful photos." I walked towards the closet, but stopped and turned. "By the way, you should give me the gold ring."

"Why?"

"Because I know you. And I know you'll just change me as soon as you're bored."

Tyler smiled that beautiful smile. "You know me too well."

From then on it was all business. Well for me at least. Tyler was having way too much fun striking poses for the camera. I enjoyed taking pictures of him, after all, he had a wonderful body, and her poses were jaw-dropping. I took so many pictures, I had to empty my memory card onto my laptop more than once.

I also started to enjoy being on the other side of the camera. At first I was awkward attempting to pose in similar positions as Tyler, but I was finding that I was getting the hang of it. On this side of the camera, Tyler was in charge. He told me how to sit or stand, how much hair should be in front of my face, how open my mouth should be. Pretty soon, I began to enjoy his directions, and took them to heart. I was feeling like a pro.

"Alright, let's change," said Tyler suddenly.

"Okay, let me get the box with the clothes."

"No no. Our bodies. Let's test out some other hot women." Tyler's smirk was undeniable, even if he was a woman.

Rings of Power: The Photoshoot Part I

2009-04-10T00:46:00.000-07:00

I was the one who found the rings. I knew what they were capable of. I just didn't know what to do with them. Because I was at a loss, I did what I always did, I asked Tyler.

Tyler was a professional photographer and my best friend of, like, forever. I was always the shy one as a kid, he was the outgoing one. But even with our obvious differences in personality, we've always been close. So when I showed him the rings, it was understandable that he would have an idea instantly.

"Let's use them to turn each other into chicks!"

"Wait, what?" This wasn't really what I thought he would have in mind.

"No, dude, think about it."

I paused. "Okay I did. I repeat my previous question."

"We can use these rings to get your photography career off the ground! You're not gonna get anywhere taking pictures of streams and shit. And this way, you won't even have to pay for models!"

I had to stop and seriously consider it. It did make some sense, in a Tyler sort of way. "But why am I turning into a girl too?"

"Why not?" Tyler laughed. "Besides, I'm not gonna turn into a chick by myself, so you're gonna do it with me."

Knowing Tyler, I there was no way to say no. So I agreed. "On the condition that you go first."

"Fine fine you pussy," Tyler smiled. "Here, give me the silver ring."

I threw him the silver ring, and I put on the gold one. From the note that came with the rings, I knew that Tyler couldn't take off his ring until I took off mine and gave it to him. As long as he wore the gold ring, he could take off the silver ring. But whoever wore the gold ring could change the body of the person who wore the silver ring. That meant I could change him into whoever I wanted. I concentrated, and he changed.

First his hair grew longer, lightening as it went to a dirty blonde. His features softened, his lips puffing out slightly and his eyes just a little bit wider. As the changes accelerated, his neck, shoulders, and arms became much more slender, losing almost all their hair.

Tyler grunted. His voice had already changed. "Oh, wow. This is actually working. To be honest I didn't think it would."

"Then why'd you want to do this?"

"As soon as it didn't work I was gonna call you queer or something," he laughed in his much higher and sexier laugh.

"Yeah, for that you're gonna get some big breasts." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, breasts practically exploded from Tyler's once manly chest. I decided to quicken the process, so I imagined the whole body of who I wanted. All at once, Tyler's legs lengthened and smoothened, his feet becoming quite dainty, his hips flared out and his waist shrank. He even lost a couple of inches in height. And although I couldn't see it, I knew from Tyler's expression that his package was no longer present.

As soon as all the changes were complete, Tyler walked over to the mirror, checked himself out for a moment, turned to me, and struck a pose. He sure is taking this pretty easily, I thought.

"Okay, you're turn."

LOST and Found

2009-04-09T00:09:00.000-07:00

"What do you mean you're Charlie?" Sawyer exclaimed.

"I mean that I'm Charlie."

"But Charlie died over three years ago in that underwater Dharma station..." Sawyer just couldn't comprehend what this person was telling him. "And even if you survived, there's no way you could look like...this."

"Well, Sawyer, I was nearly killed by a one-eyed Russian with a grenade in an underwater research station run by Island natives. I was in love with an Australian who ditched her baby and became a mystical protector of the Island with her father, and he also happens to be Jack's father. The only person protecting me from death before that was an English lunatic who, before being able to see how I would die, spent years pressing a button every 108 minutes to keep the world from ending. We were careening through time like a skipping record until Locke flipped a mystical switch that stopped it but sent him off the Island to get the other six who left, who now want to come back, even though they went through all the trouble to get off in the first place, like surviving a helicopter crash after their ship blew up and the Island disappeared. And you yourself are a leader of the Dharma Initiative in the 1970's. So, you tend to take these things in stride."

"But you're a woman."

"Yeah, like I said." Charlie smiled.

"Yeah I suppose you're right. Stranger things have happened," Sawyer smirked right back. "Hey, wanna say hello to a 10-year-old Benjamin Linus? Oh, and then I'll show you the sonar fence that protects us from the giant black smoke monster."

"Sounds great!"

Two Bodies in One

2009-04-08T00:13:00.000-07:00

Ryan had found it first. It was like a skin. Definitely a woman's skin. It felt smooth to the touch, almost like plastic, but much more delicate. He slipped his hand into the skin's arm, and found that as soon as his fingers touched the inside tips of the skin's, the skin fit him perfectly. But that didn't make any sense, this skin was of a full-grown woman, and he was only 14. It was as if the skin magically changed the wearer to fit the skin.

Not only that, but he could swear he wasn't actually wearing anything from his elbow down. He brought the hand to his face, and it felt as if a woman was touching him, and he was that woman. Ryan peeled off the skin, revealing that he did indeed still have his own hand. Ryan thought about what it would be like to put the entire skin on.

"Whatchu you got there?"

Ryan jumped. He hadn't heard his twin brother, Wyatt, come in. "Nothing!" he said as he attempted to hide it behind his back.

"Liar! What is it?"

Ryan sighed, he knew this wouldn't be a secret for long. Wyatt and Ryan were close as brothers could be. They fought all the time, but it was always in good fun. If there was anyone he would share his discovery with, it was Wyatt. So he explained and demonstrated what he had found.

"I wanna try it on!" Wyatt said in excitement.

"No way! I found it, I get to try it on first."

Thus began their inevitable quarreling over who would get to wear the magical skin first. They each pulled at the skin, which stretched around them as they pushed and pulled. Soon, Ryan found his left arm inside the arm of the suit, and he noticed that Wyatt was also fighting with the skin's hand and not his own. Not only that, but his legs were being wrapped up in the skin.

"Wyatt! Wait!"

They both stopped fighting long enough to realize the skin was all around them, enveloping them. Both of Ryan's legs were inside one of the skin's, and now his legs seemed impossibly long. From his waist down, Ryan only felt one leg. The skin's.

"Ryan, what's happening?" Wyatt asked in earnest.

"I don't know, but we gotta stop it from getting the rest of us!"

But no matter how much they struggled or pulled at the skin, it enveloped them all the more with a mind of it's own. Soon they were only pulling at what seemed like their own very smooth skin. Finally, only both their heads were sticking out of the neck of the suit. Everything else was sealed up. Ryan and Wyatt could only scream in horror as the head of the suit pulled itself over theirs and sealed them inside.

Ryatt opened her eyes. She stood up, looked down at herself and smiled. "Thank you boys," she whispered to herself. "Looks like both your souls combined were just big enough to free me."
Ryatt summoned some clothing, then began to laugh softly as she walked out of the room. "Now won't you join me as I unleash some chaos on your world once again?"

Taking Responsibility

2009-04-07T00:16:00.000-07:00

Shannon knew this would happen to him, Eric was sure of it now. And he had loved her too.

But that was three years ago. Eric had long since moved on. Indeed, he felt sorry for Shannon now, for he was sure that she had loved him too. But then, one night, they had made love for the first time. It was magical, and the end result no less so. She left because of what she did to him. Eric suspected that she couldn't bear having done something like this to the man she loved.

Of course, making his way in the world since then as a member of the opposite sex hadn't been easy. No ID, no credit, no nothing. But Eric, now Erica, had managed, now living comfortably enough. She accepted her new identity, even going so far as to start dating a very polite, very handsome, young man named Brad.

Erica now understood why Shannon had left him all those years ago. Shannon had not only passed on her sex, she had also passed on the curse that had made him this way. Erica had finally agreed to make the ultimate commitment with Brad, but Brad was to be punished just as Eric had been.

But Erica would not make the same mistake Shannon had. She would take responsibility and stick with Brad, no matter his gender. She would make sure Brad had a friend in this newly troubled time. A luxury she herself never had.

His Magic Chest

2009-04-05T03:15:00.000-07:00

His grandmother's old chest was a godsend as far as Jack was concerned. Any sort of clothing that he could imagine, if Jack reached into the chest, he would find it, awaiting his grasp. Not only that, but the clothing would change the wearer to fit it exactly. Today Jack planned on changing into a member of the opposite sex, a choice Jack was making more and more frequently these days. Picking out an outfit from his sister's Vogue, he imagine the outfit into the chest and it out.

First was the wig, which, once in place, immediately attached to his head and became his own hair. Next came the bra. As soon as the clasps were set and the bra was in place, breast sprung up to fill it out. Jack stopped for a minute to admire them, but soon moved on to the panties, which removed his member and filled his ass out to complete it.

Jack knew from experience that he could change his legs, hands, and face with three simple pieces of cloth, even if they weren't part of his outfit. First came the pantyhose, which smoothened and lengthened his legs. Next were gloves, which Jack had imagined would fit the woman from the magazine. The piece for his face wasn't clothing per say, but it worked nonetheless. It was a plastic mask that Jack placed on his face, which distorted his features to mask the model's perfectly, make up and all. Jack put on the blouse, which continued to shrink his waist.

Jackie, which is what Jack called himself by this stage, was happy with her new chest, and the rest of her body. She had it all because of the chest, which she had all to herself. It was her secret. Or so she thought...