Spindizzy's tales of transformation

 

Model; Zoe Grey  Mmm, sorry Mrs J.   I swear I never intended to swap our bodies, but now I've had a taste of how good it feels to be my sexy MILF neighbour I'm not going to switching us back until I've experienced everything your body has to offer.   Why don't you come over here and we can explore together...

 My dumb brat of a daughter thought she was being so smart, swapping our bodies.  She expected me to break down and beg to be a saggy middle-aged man again in exchange for the new car she's been pestering me for, but she forgot an important detail... Since the magic in our family runs through the female line, I'm now the only one with the power to switch us back.  Yeah, that's not going to happen!  Not while I'm loving the rush of being a tight twenty-five-year-old hottie. Model; Catherine Knight She can keep my bad knees and overdraft, and I'll keep using this ass to make more money in a night than I was earning in a week.  Plus, filming myself cumming on a massive cock and sending it to her is a super hot way of reminding her what a stupid bitch she was to give up this power.

Models; Liv Thomas Jia Lisa  What was it you called me?  A stuck up cunt?  That wasn't very nice, was it, Jeff, or should it be Jessie now?  Yeah, I think you're more of a Jessie, with a tight little cunt that's going to get all kinds of things stuck up it.  Mmm, wet already?   This might end up being fun for both of us after all.

Model; Ava Adams  The symbiote was more than a costume, it was a miracle. It literally fell from the sky one day and changed my life.  Landing with a wet splat in the middle of my chest, it spread over me to make a gleaming black second skin. With it, I felt stronger, faster, and more alive than I ever had before.  True it also turned me into a sexy woman and made me crave cock, so I'd be able to collect the cum we need, but honestly I just see that as a bonus

Model Britney Amber   It's crazy how these little pink pills turned me into a girl.   Not just a female version of me, but a genuine hot as fuck blonde bombshell.   None of which makes much sense logically, but what's really driving me nuts is how the hell they transformed my boxers into a fucking g-string!

Model; Danella Chavez   I'll admit my ex-girlfriend's scheme to transform me and force me into a whole new identity, to stop me causing trouble with her rich, stuck-up family, was pretty ingenious.   It was her new boyfriend's suggestion to make me a hot cock addicted slut. Because no one would ever think to connect the sex bomb woman they made me with the man I was.   But seducing her dad to become her hot bitch stepmom and cut the pair of them off without a penny? That little stroke of evil bitch genius was all me!

  Model Disha  Dejectedly, I tugged at the expensive fabric of my favourite suit. Clinging to the futile notion that if it still fit, even a little bit, then I'd still have a link back to the man I was. But the suit hung around my now slender frame like a Calvin Klein tent. Instead of boosting my rapidly fading male identity, it only served to emphasise how much my body had changed. With full breasts swelling on my chest and a newly minted pussy between my legs, I was well past the point of denying what the gender flu had done to me.  It was time to face up to my future like a man, um, woman.   The first step, I decided, was to start on a new wardrobe. I'd been getting by with family castoffs and old shirts that fit more like dresses, and I'd had about enough of looking like a student on laundry day.  I'd always enjoyed dressing well, and I didn't see a reason why that should change now. I'll admit a small part of me had always envied women's wider var...

Mode: Kream Knowing I'm their old buddy Karl in this knockout body, thanks to a run-in with a feminist witch, should have had my sports-loving beer-drinking motor mechanic colleagues putting me through hell. I expected them to give me a hard time for losing my manhood, ogling my fat tits, and grabbing my ass.  You know, guy stuff.  But instead, they've been nothing but respectful and supportive since I came back to work.  Learning that they aren't quite the unreconstructed knuckle draggers I thought I knew is not just surprising, it's frustrating as hell!  You see, thanks to my curse, I desperately need to get railed.  Right now, all I can think about is having their rough, greasy hands all over my soft, new body. Using me, making me beg for their thick, meaty cocks. I'm practically panting for them, and all they want to do is check I'm okay! Sigh...  Seriously, what's a new girl got to do to get used like a cheap whore around here?