Spindizzy's tales of transformation

I chuckled at the misspelled sign half tempted take a pic for reddit. The weight of the stolen beer tucked in my jacket made me think better of it. Best not to draw attention when the guy behind the counter was already giving me the evil eye. My head swam as I stepped out onto the street.  Where was I?  What was I doing?  A few more steps and the familiar click of my heels and the brush of cool air over my bare pussy brought me back to myself.  I was working. Of course I was. Walking my usual corner waiting for my next John to roll up. I guess whoring isn't the most respectable profession but I'm damn good at it and, hey, at least I'm not a thief! Model Megan Love

Jack loved the old arcade by the beach. Over the summer he’d been spending practically all his time there. He loved the old games even though they were pretty basic compared to the modern system he had at home. He was particularly fond of the pinball machines. There was a certain analogue charm to the electro-mechanical games, a tactile thrill video games could never match. As the summer went on he got better and better at the games, beating each machine one at a time, toppling high scores that had stood for years. Soon he was drawing an audience, a small crowd that would gather to watch him play. One of them, in particular, caught his attention, an older guy who rarely spoke but never seemed particularly happy when Jack would beat one of the games. Asking around he found no one seemed to know his name but he was known as the pinball wizard and that many of the high scores Jack was toppling were his. It seemed like a pretty lame nickname to him but he didn’t give it much more...

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  Cases Calvert and Ryan Diller Roses are red, X-Change is pink, I love my new pussy, What do you think?

  Model; Rachel Cook Howdy!   Yup, it's me, your ole buddy Clint, just in a new chassis.  I'll tell you, buddy, them girls at the cathouse are sweet as all get out, but they sure get mad if you don't pay up at the end of the night.  Guess I'll be packing these milkbags instead of a pistol until I manage to get their scratch together.  So, what do you say, wanna help me start earning my body back?

Say goodbye to your useless little cock. There, a nice new pussy suits you much better

  Ashley Lane Almost from the moment the nanites had finished reshaping John's sturdy male body, I felt the change in him. Not just the outward transformation.  Watching my husband of fifteen years turn into a slim beautiful brunette was certainly shocking, but I held onto the hope it could be reversed, choosing to ignore or explain away the other changes that followed. Wearing our daughters' clothes?  He was just being practical; he had to wear something, and clearly nothing  he owned was going to fit now. Fingering himself when he thought I wasn't looking until the smell of his pussy permeated the whole house?  Obviously, I didn't approve, but a certain amount of curiosity was understandable. Insisting I call him Ashley even when we were alone?  I had to agree it would be embarrassing to slip and call him John in public, best to maintain his fictional identity as our niece visiting from out of town, even in private. And so on. The make-up, the jewellery, ...