Spindizzy's tales of transformation

  Todd adjusted the bra muttering to himself again about the indignity of being forced to dress as a girl. Distracted, his eyes fell naturally to the deep valley of cleavage the lingerie created between his already impressive breasts. Too late he realised what he was doing and tore his eyes away but not before he felt the bra tightening, his tits growing even larger. He was trying, he really was but it was seeming more and more unlikely he'd ever break the curse his jealous girlfriend had inflicted on him.  She'd caught him looking at another woman one too many times and angrily snapped that if he couldn't learn some respect for women he should find out how it feels to be on the recieving end of that kind of attention.   He hadn't thought much of it at the time, after all why shouldn't he admire a beautiful woman? It was only natural. But before long he was regretting his casual dismissal of her anger.  Little by little the curse had transformed him making the t...

 "Holy shit my ass is huge!" Alan gasped peeling his suddenly much too tight jeans down "And is that a thong?" "Of course it's a thong," the mischievous pixie giggled "you don't don't want VPL do you?" Alan bit back his angry retort. Since the miniature flying woman had followed him home a few days ago he'd learned to hard way that yelling at here didn't help. She seemed fixated on the idea of "helping" him.  Dispite his objections, protests and outright pleading his body had grown steadily more feminine thanks to her magic. He even had a small but noticeable pair of breasts now thanks to an off handed remark about the fit of his shirt.  "I don't want to wear panties at all," Alan insisted  fighting to keep his voice level "I'm a man damn it!" "Ooh sweetie you might want to check again on that," the pixie teased, colourful wings quivering with amusement "You're looking ...

Running out of time I’d visited every fortune teller, soothsayer, faith healer and psychic in town but they all told me the same thing. There was no way to break the spell on me. I was growing increasingly desperate as the week wore on and the magic took its toll on my body. By Tuesday I had shrunk seven inches. By Wednesday my hair was down past my shoulders and my face was as smooth and as pretty as a girl’s. Still I searched for help only to be told again and again there was none to be had. The witches magic was too powerful, I had sealed my own fate when I crossed her, best to accept my new life and make the best of it. Time ticked away and with every passing hour I grew more frantic. By Thursday night I had visited every reputable practitioner in town and was resorting to charlatans and fakes. They drained away the last of my savings in exchange for worthless potions and bogus advice. One suggested semen might slow my transformation and I spent the whole of Saturda...

This is Ted, and before you ask no that is not short for Theodora or Theresa or anything like that. Ted is a perfectly ordinary heterosexual male or at least he was until I started my little experiment. Over the last year I have been transforming him into my idea of the perfect woman. It’s been  fascinating watching the nanobots doing their work, rebuilding his muscular body into this hot little piece of ass. It might seem odd that he is so happy about his current state but the fact is he has no idea what I have done to him. I’ve used a combination of drugs and hypnosis to convince him I’ve been giving him the body of a Greek god. Right now he thinks he’s swinging a cock that would make a Clydesdale feel inadequate. Just a few more weeks now to let his tits finish growing in and he’ll be done. I can’t wait to see his face when he realises what I have done to his body but the best part will be when he realises what I have done to his mind. I’d be worried about him turning ...