Spindizzy's tales of transformation

  A phycological and anthropological perspective of female sexuality in early 21st century educational institutions . Which is academic speak for, I'm bored with the life of a middle-aged professor, so I took a bunch of Brat-X and whored my sexy new ass all over campus.  I expect the funding committee will have some objections to me spending my research grant on gender-swapping drugs and designer outfits, but those old perverts will soon come around. If they don't, I'll have to tell their wives about all the "extracurricular activities" I've been providing for them.

Model Petite Hailey   Oh my god, I can't believe you came in me. How could you be so irresponsible?  What if you knocked me up? I'd be trapped in a woman's body.  Forced to live with a huge swollen belly and fat milky tits and, uh... On second thoughts, I'm sure it's fine.  Ready to dump another creamy load inside me, stud?

When my husband caught the gender flu, it seemed like the end of our marriage. But with time, patience, and an open mind he's learned to appreciate what he has now and not focus on what he's lost. As for me? Well, I've learned I'm not as straight as I thought I was, and to love the taste of pussy!

 I don't know exactly how it happened.  One day I was a perfectly ordinary vagina, the next I was separated from my owner and growing a whole new body of my own. I'm not sure who was more surprised, her or me!  Going from a simple, unthinking body part to a walking, talking human woman overnight was a lot to cope with. All this having thoughts and feelings is enough to make a magically animated former pussy miss the days when all I had to worry about was being a good little fuck-hole.  Lucky for me, I've made some good friends since striking out on my own and when they aren't helping me adjust to life as a human they're more than happy to remind me where I came from

  Model: Malena "Aw, baby." My boyfriend cooed, mocking me for trying to save him, or should that be her now? "I know you think the ice queen's necklace is a curse, but look at me, how is this anything but an improvement?" The raven-haired woman shed the rich black fur to expose her pale beauty, heedless of the winter's chill. I felt a stab of jealousy at the flawless feminine beauty she presented. Part of me wished that I could have been the one to find the necklace first, despite knowing the cost. "Please," I begged, making a last desperate effort to reach the sweet-natured boy I loved, "You don't have to be like this. So cold and cruel. We can still fix things, just come back to me." "This," she gestured at her gorgeous form, cold fire burning in her eyes, the Queen's corruption growing stronger, "is who I was meant to be, not that soft weak boy I was. I wouldn't go back to being that loser even if I could....

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Angela sent me a message, something about "Body Queaning" her. I didn't really know what she meant, but I owed her a favour so I messaged back agreeing to give it a try. The next thing I know, I am her. Like, I'm at her house, wearing her clothes, inside her body! She'd left me a note saying I should have fun and "explore" until I'm ready to switch back but surely she couldn't mean for me to do that with her body, could she?