L-L-L-Lucinda! ‘ he shouted into the mirror triumphantly before raising his hand to his
mouth on realisation that nothing had happened. He could see Brie behind his reflection
sighing in exaggerated mock exasperation. His ex appeared to be enjoying this just as
much as was hating it.
So, let me guess. You don’t believe that i use to be a guy, right?
Well, i can easily prove to you that I’m a girl. But before your mind goes into the gutter, I won’t do it any of those ways! But then again, odds are you’re not questioning that, now are you?
This is what is causing our problem… ‘ Aiko furrowed her brow into an expression
of confusion. ‘…but it just looks like static… ‘ She continued to stare into the melee
Nooooo…’ Nishi rolled her eyes from her position beside her best-friend. ‘…that
IS static…‘ She gave the machine a few hard smacks on its outer-shell and finally
the screen went black before being replaced by a loading screen.
Hmmmm…actually, perhaps it would have been better if I hadn’t done that….
One less of these things to worry about…’
It can be difficult being right. The first thing that happens is someone telling you you’re
wrong. Take this girl here for instance: bleach-blonde hair. slutty makeup. long waxy
legs poking out from beneath a tiny skirt…at least that’s what she looks like after the
makeover I gave her. She used to be my manager down in UltraReal Bodysuits Research
and Development…that is until she told me I was wrong. Now…now she does whatever
I want her to do… In fact. in a way. I guess she is me…
Edward positioned the hard round end between his full painted lips, sighing
with self-disgust before allowing the liquid to cascade down his throat. Even
the taste of expensive champagne couldn ‘t banish the sweaty tang from the
inside of his mouth. He kept gulping straight from the bottle and every time he
thought it was gone, his mind wandered back to the lipstick ring he had left
around the base of that slimy creep ‘s cock and his desire to retch instantly
returned. Pressing his soft red mouth around the unconscious man ‘s piece had
undoubtedly been the low light of his life and he hadn ‘t stuck around to savour
it, throwing on a leather cocktail dress Madison had bought for him. he had
fled the hotel room back to the conference, which was by now in fully fledged
party mode.
Tyrone ran up to his friend Paul’s house. ”Ok hope this works” he whispered
to himself. Then he started to contract every muscle in his body, and then
Tyrone started to heat up. His hair turns silver and long. His shoulders went
crashing down. Next, his skin became tanner and softer.
“Hi mom. I know that we did not see each other for a long time. I know you are shocked looking to a woman instead of your son. Finally, at home alone, I started dressing like a girl using some clothing that I ordered online. After a few wee dressing like a girl I enjoyed it that much that I started taking female hormones. The female hormones triggered the
development of a soft girlish skin and a real female shaped body. After a few months, I was really looking like a woman so I had to dress myself fulltime as one.”
lt had been a week and. with the excephtion of using the en-suite bathrom
Bernie hadn ‘t left Sophie ‘s bedroom. “B ‘cell ‘ of pink feminine glory had become
the four walls of his world and he cast his mind back to that first day when he
had banged helplessly on the door for a saviour that never came before turning
his attention to the dress. Not only had the corset been tied so tightly that it
wouldn ‘t budge but he doubted he would have been able to do anything to the
padlock that lay just out of his grasp anyway.
I see you over there, Lover Boy, staring at me while trying to loo
like you’re not. Like what you see? How about when I flip my hai
like this, put a little deep hip action into it? Or how about when I
lean in and give you some cleavage. You like that?
It’s cute to watch you blush. Heh. Big tough man.
Everybody knows about the dark story of Victor Frankenstein, but
almost no body knows about the story of his great grandson Marcus
Frankenstein, the lecherous genius.
Why?