Spindizzy's tales of transformation

  I could have had anything at all. Money, fame, power! Instead, I lost my temper and wished my slob of a roommate would become my sexy live-in maid. I feel like an idiot wasting my one wish. Except on laundry days when I don't regret it at all

 I  know I'm, like, a super smarty science guy. Like, I never had huge sexy titties or a big sexy butt and this, ooh, sooo wet and a hawt pussy instead of a dumb old cock until my little oopsie with the shiny canister. Anyway, I was totally gonna fix me with those nano-thingies. You know, the itty bitty robo whatsits that made me all dumb and pretty. But then Mike here came in and started touching my boobies. Yay! Mmm, it's making go all floaty and nice. I think I'm gonna just suck and fuck his huge nummy cock and forget all about being a dumb boring science guy, forever.

  Legend had it that the spirt of the woods could sense a person's inner truth. That it could manifest the true core of someone's being. I never believed it, of course. Even if I had, I'd never have expected to work its magic on me. My inner truth was the same as my outer self as far as I was concerned. Sure, I wasn't exactly satisfied with my body. What guy is? And who hasn't fantasized about life on the other side of the gender fence every now and then? So, the last thing I expected when I drove out into the woods to clear my head was to grow a pussy and a pair of tits larger than my head. It was crazy, impossible, and weirder still. It just felt so right!