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

  "God damn pervert" Mack "The Knife" Heathfield seathed inwardly "Damn freak, turning me into a fucking chick, dressing me up like a sissy doll. When I get loose, I'll..."  The transformed hitman's train of thought trailed off as he was forced to admit the truth. There was nothing he could do. The man he'd been sent to kill had powers Mack couldn't hope to understand. He"d transformed Mack's body with just a wave of his hand. He was like a wizard or something! Now he had tits and and something warm and wet between his legs. He could continue to rant and rage in the confines of his head, but outwardly, he was forced into the appearance of simpering submission.  The indignity was almost more than he could bear, and judging from the old man's lustful leer, things were only going to get worse from here.

 Here's to the future babe. Well, my future anyway.  Considering you're stuck in my body and wanted for my many crimes your future isn't looking so rosy. If I was you I'd make a run for it before the gendarmerie arrive. But since I'm not you any more I'll stay right here and enjoy this lovely champagne. Cheers!

I'm what you might call a troubleshooter Mr Trent. People come to me with problems and I make those problems... disappear .  Maybe you've got a stalker ex-girlfriend? Or you might have a rival for that big promotion at work. Sure, you could get the job on merit but why take the chance?   I'll get it done, no mess, no fuss and there isn't anyone I can't get to. Not even nosy prosecutors like you, Mr Trent.  All I have to do is wave my hand like this , and you'll forget all about investigating the Corleone family's business.  Now you're Trixi the bimbo stripper you're much more interested in showing me what a good slut you can be than any of that boring legal stuff, right?

 "Holy shit Jake, how much of that pink crap did you take" Tony demanded of the barley dressed blonde sprawled on the motel bed. The girl looked up at Tony, her wide eyes dark pools he could easily fall into. Quite unlike Jake's cold gaze. These eyes held a mischievous gleam but no trace of the cold blooded killer Tony had come to know. "Gee, I dunno mister," she answered in a sing song voice "a couple of bottles I guess?" "A couple of bottles?" Tony shudders at the thought of what even half a bottle of the pink goop could do to a body and mind "What the hell were you thinking Jake? You were only supposed to take a few drops. Just enough to make you look a little girlie. Enough to fool the cops not to turn you into this!" "Yeah I guess," a slight frown creased the girl's brow as she tried valiantly to process something that might actually be a thought "But isn't this better though? I mean I feel real good and ...

 I couldn't quite stifle the wicked laugh that bubbled up at the sight of Officer Malcom Brendan getting ploughed from behind, former Officer Brendan that is. His, or rather her, eyes locked on mine filled with a desperate pleading even as she moaned like a whore and begged the stud to fuck her harder.  As a vice cop Brendan had been a thorn in my side for too long. Busting up my operations, hassling my girls until I decided something had to be done about him.   It wasn't easy or cheap finding a way to turn Malcom into Melinda, harder still to ensure she'd play the part of compliant slut while still retaining her original mind and memories. Unit that exact moment I'd been questioning if it all been worth while but all my doubts vanished the second I saw the look on her face as she realised who I was and what I'd done to her.   Besides, a few years servicing my most demanding clients and I'm sure she'll make back every penny I spent. 

I know, I know this isn't what you expected when I said I had the perfect cover for ya' but I'm telling ya'  Spider this is gonna work. Ain't nobody gonna believe that hot piece of ass is you.  The cops, the other mobs, your ex-wife, you'll fool 'em all!  All you gotta do is keep taking the pink pills and wait  'til the heat dies down then you'll be home free all thanks to X-Change. ~Gerry "Spider" Manetti, getting away with it

Body Thief The woman in the red dress runs past Michael clutching a leather briefcase. She descends the museum steps as he climbs them. He just has time to take-in her gorgeous face and figure before she flew by him. He pauses to admire her firm backside and long legs as she races to the bottom of the steps.  “Fuck” she swears, pausing where the steps met the piazza beyond. “Fuck, fucking cunt!” she curses with more force than Michael would have expected from such an elegant young woman. She looks around as if expecting to see someone. Then shaking her head she turns and runs back up the steps to Michael. He opens his mouth to ask her if she needs any help but before he can speak she interrupts him. “You’ll have to do I guess. “ she says grabbing his wrist “Sorry about this buddy but my ride split on me and a lot of people are gonna have a lot of questions for this face very soon” She produces a jewelled broach from inside her bra and touches it to Michael’s ...

Driving the young men through the prison gates seeing  the looks on their faces. The fear, the anger, their bravado and anxiety all combined as he takes them to repay their debt to society. Then, often years later picking the same prisoners up on their release. The same faces always older sometimes wiser but more often just as angry and afraid and clearly ready to make all the same mistakes again. It got him down at least it used to, ever since the new laws came in requiring gender changing nano-surgery and mandatory slut conditioning for violent offenders he has found a renewed enthusiasm for his work. He no longer feels like he is simply moving the same problem from one place to another and back again instead he feels he is part of making a real difference. And if the new girls need a little help blowing off steam and testing out their new bodies on the way back to the city then Hank and his colleges are only too happy to help. 

When Helen’s boyfriend Mat caught the gender flu she had wanted to be understanding, comforting him as his body twisted and changed, reassuring him that she would always love him no matter how he looked. She could only watch helplessly as a the mysterious and incurable disease robbed him of  his masculinity stripping away his hard muscular body leaving him with soft feminine curves make his hair grow long and golden, causing full perky breasts to sprout from his chest and finally after days of high fever and agonizing changes his manhood drew up into his body leaving a perfectly formed pussy in its place. Mat recovered quickly after that he was back on his feet with the week and learning to deal with his altered body. With Helen’s help he learned how to be a woman, she taught him how to dress how to walk how to put on makeup and even how to cope when he got his period. Over the weeks they found that their relationship had changed Dan found that he was no longer interested in gi...

When the judge sentenced Rick to five years in Draftbrook mixed prison for the armoured car job he had feared the worst. He had heard some real horror stories about Draftbrook.  It’s strict regimen and the unorthodox method used to enforce it. Each inmate was fitted with an ankle bracelet that monitored their health tracked their location and delivered swift and sure punishment for even the smallest infraction. The hapless rule breaker would be injected with a fast acting compound causing rapid extreme and permanent mutation. Certainly when Rick first arrived he had been frightened and disgusted by all the freaks he would be forced to live with like the skinny guy with a beak for a mouth that would sometimes lay huge eggs or the pretty young girl with a shockingly large and clearly functional penis sticking out of her face where her nose should be and he vowed to be a model prisoner. As time went on and he settled into a routine he found that life in Draftbrook was not so bad,...

originally posted on Tumblr; April 2014

originally posted on Tumblr; February 2014

Bliderbork Clinic: Crime and Punishment ( The concept for Bliderbork clinic was originally created by a user at the now sadly defunct tf-media ) Fucking lawyer this was all his fault if he hadn’t convinced him take the plea he wouldn’t even be here. He tells himself he could have beaten the rape charge that no one was going  to believe that lying little slut anyway, if she hadn’t wanted it she shouldn’t have been dressed like that. But he had been persuaded to take the lesser charge of assault with time served plus parole, it had seemed like a sweet deal until he had arrived at the Bilderbork Clinic. He had heard a lot of stories about this place and about the freaks that came here, creepy stories about people becoming tits and asses and weirder things than that. He gets more and more freaked out as he passes people in the corridor, women with cartoonish breasts, people with two heads and a guy with a pussy where his mouth should be. The guards push him through a door an...