Spindizzy's tales of transformation

Jeeze what a fucked up dream.  I dreamt I wasn’t in control of my own body. I was laying in bed and my hands just started moving on their own. I tried to stop them but it was like I was just a passenger.  I felt them roaming all over me groping my breasts and working their way between my thighs. I wanted to scream as my fingers pawed at my pussy but instead I heard myself speaking. “Oh yeah” my voice said “I always thought you had a pretty hot body Sis but I had no idea it would feel so good from the inside.” In one of those strange leaps of logic that only happen in dreams I suddenly knew that the force controlling my body was my dorky brother. I could feel my body responding despite my shame and disgust, my nipples grew hard and my pussy got wet as my fingers pushed inside me. One questing finger found my clit and a sultry moan escaped my lips. I struggled desperately to take back control but before I could even think of what to do my hips started ...

Progress Waking up in a woman’s body was quite a shock. You struggle to adjust for months, not just to the big things like finding yourself suddenly much smaller and weaker or needing to sit to pee. No, it’s the small differences like having to worry about make-up and clothes and adjusting the way you walk and talk and even stand that really bother you, all to avoid feeling like a fraud every time you stepped outside. Still you manage to cope and even sometimes enjoy it once you work up the nerve to start experimenting with your new body. You slowly grow more confident in your new self as you discover the pleasures only a woman can feel. You spend your nights working yourself into a frenzy until your body explodes in pleasure. You soon graduate from fingers to toys, amassing quite a collection of dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes to play with.  You hardly notice as your fantasies change you no longer think about being with the hot popular girl instead you want...

Helen woke up with a start to find herself in an unfamiliar room. The room was small and cluttered, dirty laundry strewn on the floor. The walls were decorated with posters of girls in bikinis and the whole place reeked of stale sweat and the distinctive musk of teenage boy.   She couldn’t figure out what had happened, she had gone to sleep in her own bed as normal and then she was here, it didn’t make sense.  She sat up trying to get her bearings and almost screamed as she saw her body was not her own. Her chest was broad and flat with no trace of her perky breasts, her body was long and lean, her pasty skin covered with coarse dark hair. Most shockingly instead of the soft mound of her pussy an erect penis rose from between her legs. “What the fuck!” she yelled her voice cracking as she finds she is now a baritone “That’s a cock! Why the hell do I have a cock?” She leapt from the bed as if trying to get away from it but of course it was attached, it bounces and slap...

I was a man, an old man, a man who sought knowledge above all else. I never had a family or even friends and I never felt a lack because of it as long as could keep gathering more knowledge, more secrets, more power. I was particularly proud of my latest acquisition, an ancient leather bound book inscribed with arcane runes. Maybe ten people in the world could decipher the spidery scrawl fortunately for me years of devoted study meant that I was one of them .  I cleared my throat and read the first page aloud, the words of a long dead language hanging heavy in the air. My skin crawled and the words seemed to try and choke me but I found I couldn’t stop speaking. The incantation, spell, whatever, poured out of me changing my body as it went.  I grew younger, slimmer, my aged and weathered skin becoming soft and smooth. I could only watch a helpless passenger in my own body as perky breasts grew on my chest and my manhood was drawn into my body leaving me with a hot wet pussy....

I arrived home late after a long day at work expecting to be greeted by my loving wife instead I found my house in darkness. Not that I expect her to be waiting with pipe and slippers you understand just that she usually gets home before me and makes a point of asking me how my day went. At first I wasn’t concerned, I assumed she had simply been held up or was visiting a neighbour, it was only when I turned the light on and saw the state of disarray our house was in that I began to be concerned. Furniture was tipped over drinks hand been spilled, women’s clothing was strewn about the place, some of it looking torn as if it had been ripped off. As it dawned on me that something terrible might have happened I heard a sound from upstairs and that is when I made my mistake. Instead of calling the cops or going to my neighbours for help I ran up stairs calling my wife’s name. As I approached our bedroom I heard the sound again clearer now, not the sound of struggle as I had  first th...