Tuesday, January 7, 2014
"But I don't have boobs."
"No, but you look like a girl even without them. Your hair, your face, your voice. Besides can you even get hard anymore."
"Sometimes... I... no. Why is this happening to me?"
"I don't know baby. But it's time you face facts. To the outside world you're a girl and you can cry all you want but nothing is going to change that."
"But what will I do?"
"Well first we're going to see about getting you a set of breast implants. No girlfriend of mine is going to be as flat chested as a boy."
"That's why baby, I've always been a lesbian. There was just something about you that I liked. I guess I know what it is now."
"But how can we? My... you know... doesn't work anymore and it keeps getting smaller."
"Don't worry about that little thing. I have a strap-on that can take care of both of us. Now I want you to get on all fours and relax, this will only hurt for a moment."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm about to pop my girlfriend's cherry."
Sunday, January 5, 2014
The shock that the girl was his reflection nearly caused him to faint. He crept closer to his reflection. He stared in silence at himself, he couldn't dare look down to confirm what he knew was her body. That was her face, despite the makeup and softened features still looked strangely familiar. Those were her breasts slowly moving as she breathed heavily. Her hands raised to them and briefly cupped them. The sensation felt so alien but there was a weird feeling that she had done it before.
"How long was I asleep?"
She gasped at the sound of her voice. It was so much higher. She felt stupid for even being shocked. Of course I'm going to sound like a girl, she thought. That's when she finally looked down to where she already knew what she would find. A pair of panties flat against her body. She slipped her hand into her panties, feeling herself. It was oddly comforting to her. Almost a relief.
"What happened to me?"
Was it magic? No, it's not possible. I'm a girl but there has to be a logical explanation for this. Am I high or dreaming? This feels so real. She slaps herself leaving her shaken for a second. Okay, I guess this is real. She slipped her hand back into her panties again and began to explore herself.
"Yes, it's real," she gasped as she jerked her hand out of herself.
Okay, don't think about my pussy. My pussy. ... No. How did this happen? Hypnosis and surgery, some fetish story? Maybe. She isn't certain but she feels shorter. Maybe it's just her imagination or shock or God knows what else but the room feels a little bigger, the walls and doors taller. Did I fall into another universe where I was born a girl? Sure, it sounds like a weird Twilight Zone episode, but that's possible... right? Another idea emerged in her head, an idea that deeply terrified her and felt terribly possible. She wanted to be logical and it was the most reasonable of all her possibilities.
"Have I always been a girl?"
Friday, January 3, 2014
"Nothing Mom. Just checking my email, I'll be done in a minute."
"I swear, she spends more time masturbating as a girl than she ever did as a boy. This isn't what I had in mind. I wanted her to find a husband, not stick her fingers in herself."
"Jeez. It's bad enough she turns me into a girl, does she has keep an eye on me all the time? No wonder I can't get a date with her hovering around. This isn't what I had in mind."