Spindizzy's tales of transformation

    At first my wife's interest in latex seem harmless enough. It was just a few items at to start with. A pair of platform boot that gave her a confident swagger. A shiny bustier that did eye popping things to her cleavage. A pair of leggings that fit like a second skin and never failed to have me drooling after her arse.  Yeah, I'll admit I liked it when she wore that stuff just for me but soon the latex started to replace more and more of her wardrobe. She would wear it on our date nights, at work, even doing the weekly shop. The sight of her sashaying down the freezer aisle in Waitrose was something to behold but it wasn't just her fashion sense that was changing. The sweet shy girl I'd married seemed to be fading away. In her place grew a very different woman. One confident to the point of arrogance. Demanding, assertive, even cruel. I tried to talk to her about the sudden change in her personality that had accompanied her shocking new style but she just brushed me...

"You've missed a spot, just there." Mrs Featherstone snapped pointing to the offending stain "Honestly, you're almost as useless as my late husband." Surpressing a sigh the late Mr Featherstone could only meekly obey the woman she now called mistress.  The new girl wished she could just explain her situation or failing that she could muster the will to tell her former wife to go hang. But that had proved even harder in this life than it had in her old one.  The older woman's cold dominant attitude had driven her old male self into the arms of the sweetly submissive girl whose body she now inhabited.  Dying and waking up in this body had been been a terrible shock but even worse was the realisation that being ordered around by her callous bitch of a wife now made her new pussy wet.   

The ride to master's cabin is difficult, especially since he banned me from wearing clothes. I feel every bump of the track without anything between my pussy and the saddle.  It's worth all the effort and embarrassment once we get there and master says he is ready to ride me!

Maid to serve: A stereotype gun story. *ZAAP!* goes the cheap plastic toy in Chad’s hand. He gasps as an invisible beam strikes his friend Mitch in the chest transforming him from a pale skinny nerd into a strikingly beautiful woman. Long dark hair falls past smooth bare shoulders a leather basque cinches in a narrow waist and pushes up an impressive pair of breasts. The new woman is several inches shorter than Mitch had been but the thigh length boots that she is now wearing mean that she actually stands a little taller than the original Mitch had. “Oh shit! Mitch. I didn't… I mean couldn't… I’m sorry.” Chad stammers his usual bravado stripped away by the shock of his friend’s sudden transformation “I thought this was just some dumb toy I had no idea…” Mitch doesn’t speak she simply fixes Chad with a cold measured look and holds out her hand. Despite the fact that he towers over the new girl Chad finds her strangely intimidating. There is an air of quiet confide...

The bad idea This is a bad idea. You know it even as he demands you kneel for him. He will never love you, he doesn’t respect you, hell he doesn’t particularly like you. He won’t be gentle or tender or go easy on you because it’s your first time together. He wants one thing from you, your complete submission. He’s been very clear about this, anything less and he’ll simply walk away and find another girl to use.  His fingers tangle in your hair and you can’t bring yourself to care about any of the reasons why this is a bad idea.  He pushes into you, rough and demanding and all you can do is push back against him. Your mind drifts away into pleasure leaving one last lingering thought. This is the best bad idea you ever had…

Maid to serve: A stereotype gun story. *ZAAP!* goes the cheap plastic toy in Chad’s hand. He gasps as an invisible beam strikes his friend Mitch in the chest transforming him from a pale skinny nerd into a strikingly beautiful woman. Long dark hair falls past smooth bare shoulders a leather basque cinches in a narrow waist and pushes up an impressive pair of breasts. The new woman is several inches shorter than Mitch had been but the thigh length boots that she is now wearing mean that she actually stands a little taller than the original Mitch had. “Oh shit! Mitch. I didn't… I mean couldn't… I’m sorry.” Chad stammers his usual bravado stripped away by the shock of his friend’s sudden transformation “I thought this was just some dumb toy I had no idea…” Mitch doesn’t speak she simply fixes Chad with a cold measured look and holds out her hand. Despite the fact that he towers over the new girl Chad finds her strangely intimidating. There is an air of quiet confi...

Well isn't that sweet, you wanted to rescue me but you see I don't need saving. I'm free. Free from the burden of making my own decisions. Free from the prison of my male body and all the macho bullshit that went with it. I can see you don't understand. Well, don't worry my master has ways of making you understand. Don't try to run, the process has already started just relax and enjoy it. Wow, I love this part. It's so hot watching your masculinity fade away and doesn't it feel good? Don't you just love the way your new tits swell on your chest and the way your hips and ass widen? Almost done now, one last change and you'll be all girl. There, isn't that better? I can tell you are going to love having a pussy. Just, give in. Let Master take control. Give yourself to him. Surrender your body and mind to him. Submit and be free.

originally posted on Tumblr; March 2014

originally posted on Tumblr; January 2014