Spindizzy's tales of transformation

 Oh you silly thing. You don't need to go searching for a dumb old wizard to make you a real bimbo. Forget about that yellow brick road, just wear these magical ruby heels and repeat after me: There's no taste like cum There's no taste like cum You'll soon see the girl you were looking for was inside you all along

 "Okay I can do this," I told myself climbing unsteadily to my feet in the black heels "Women do this every day, how hard can it be?" Since my sister turned me into a girl I've tried everything to make her change me back. I've begged, pleaded and threatened but she flat refuses to make me a man again until I've " Walked a mile in her shoes."  So here I am learning a whole new skill set I never imagined I'd need. So far we've covered "personal care",   I've been forced to shave wax or tweeze every inch of this ridiculously hot body. Learned to put on makeup and style my hair  I've also had to put up with a long and very gross lecture on feminine hygiene I hope I never have to put into practice.  Now we're moving on to "deportment". Lesson one, walking in her favourite pair of stripper heels. Releasing the chair I took one faltering step, two, trying to compensate for the awkward sway of my hips and the unf...

 Santa said the the hex heels were a reward for being such a stand up guy.  But after their magic transformed me into a total knockout I could see what a sap I'd been all these years.  From now on I'll be out for all the fun I can get even if it does land me on the naughty list for next year.

  My ex turned me into my own fantasy slut to teach me a lesson about respecting women or some shit. But I've only learned two things so far. 1, is that sex is much better for girls and 2, the only thing I like more than a nice thick cock in my pussy is a second cock in my ass

Ooh thank you Spin, I love these enchanted shoes. I slip them on and my horrid male body just fades away. They make me feel like a real princess. Let's go have a ball and who knows maybe we'll meet our charming princes.

Bimbo’s Heels A request for Josh via email It had been almost a year since Mel walked out on me and I figured it was long past time I cleared her crap out of the house. Not that she had left much, a few DVD’s and CDs, a copy of Eat Pray Love, a few pieces of clothing. Not much to show for five years, I felt kind of silly for holding on to them for so long but I guess on some level I hadn’t accepted she wasn’t coming back. Not surprising really since I never quite understood why she was with me in the first place. I mean she was way out of my league, sexy, funny, charming, not too bright but the most incredible lay. No matter how I looked at it I had never been able to figure out why she would settle for a nobody like me, so maybe she left because my insecurity pushed her away or because she finally came to her senses and realised how much better she could do, I guess I’ll never know. Anyway I was turning all this over in my head for the millionth time as is I bagged up her rem...

Walk a mile A request for anonymous Walk a mile in another person’s shoes if you want to understand them. That’s what my Gran told me after my last girlfriend dumped me and then she gave me these ridiculously high black heels. She was always a little eccentric but this was just plain weird. I was too embarrassed to make a fuss so I made an excuse and hurried out of there shoes in hand and my Gran’s mischievous cackle following me out of the door. When I got home I just threw those stripper heels in a corner and got on with my day. But every time I walked past them I couldn’t help wondering if she was on to something. Steph had always complained that I just didn’t get her and she was far from the only girl to make that complaint. Could something as small as walking around in heels really help me understand her better? It certainly couldn’t hurt and besides it was only a pair of shoes, right? Once I’d convinced myself to give it a try I didn’t hesitate. I retrieved the shoes...