Showing posts with label Blonde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blonde. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2022

My Friend's Wish


    A friend that I met online was interested in coming to meet me in Germany. I thought that sounded like a fun idea, but worried about the logistics and cost for a flight and stay from America.  There was also the difficulty of the language barrier.

    Luckily, my friend said that he had been studying German to surprise me. He was excited to try out his skills while visiting. He also was interested in visiting a traditional beer hall and seeing the beautiful German women.  The only thing that he lacked was the money as I had worried.

    I came up with an extraordinary idea to get around this. What if my friend swapped bodies with one of my German friends here? That way we could hang out and everything without the need for a flight.

    After calling up multiple friends, only one agreed to my plan. Luckily this person was also a witch and could cast a body-swap spell.  On the other hand, she is a woman named Greta!  I hope my friend in America is okay with this.

    Greta enchanted two heart necklaces. As long as she wore one of them, my friend in America's soul would possess her body. It was linked to the other necklace which I wore. If we were separated for too long or if I rubbed my necklace the spell would break.

    I hope my friend enjoys his time in Germany with me. His Dirndl is ready!


Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Lake Trip Chaperone


  My wife won the coin toss, which meant I would be chaperoning our daughter's lake trip. These days your head only hurts for a few hours after your brain waves get mapped onto the host body.

  We bought a stock host body, and my wife let me pick the one.  Of course, I went for blonde hair and large breasts. To my disdain, the latter was not the most fun. My wife laughed at my decision as it sank in that I would be wearing unsupportive bikinis all week.

  Whatever, my only worry was that my daughter's friends would ask questions about the product number that was still visible on my stomach. It would wear off as the week went on, but maybe I needed a tattoo to cover it?

  In the days leading up to the trip, I really didn't appreciate my wife's attitude shift toward me. I think she delighted in talking down to me, poking fun at my new frailty and soft body.  She had me doing chores around the house like she was my mother or something. Finally, she's torturing me in her marital duties.

  She "isn't a lesbian," and "could never do it with someone who can't penetrate her like a man."  I'm dying here, because it seems my body still finds her attractive.  Maybe I'll find someone who will reciprocate on our daughter's trip. . .

Monday, August 3, 2020

A Friendly Bet


    Sarah (right) is one of my closest childhood friends.  As we grew older, the differences between us in terms of gender became more obvious.  She became an attractive young lady and I became a handsome young man.  More often than not, this simple gender difference led to different friend groups and time away from each other as friends.
    Recently, we had been texting each other about how simple it was for chicks to get Instagram followers.  I said, "all you have to do is wear a bikini and the guys follow you in droves."  Sarah got mad.
    "David (left), that's easy for you to say.  But it's not as easy as you think."
    She dared me to go to the community swimming pool with her as a woman.  Using an app, she designed what I would look like and bought me a bikini online.
    The change itself was what was most difficult.  I nearly had to bite a stick when my hips started widening and my male member shrank inside of me.  All the while, Sarah watched and giggled.
    Now, I'm Vida.  I hardly could make it out of the women's changing locker room before I started getting cat calls.  In the pool itself, I felt multiple grabs at my butt.  
    The thing is, I don't know if I'm upset, or if I like the attention!
    Also, Sarah is having too much fun with my distress.  I asked her to change me back later that night, but she is closely guarding her phone and will not tell me the password to the app.
    I think I might be stuck like this for some time.

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    Sarah (rechts) ist eine meiner engsten Freundinnen aus Kindertagen. Als wir älter wurden, wurden die Unterschiede zwischen uns in Bezug auf das Geschlecht offensichtlicher. Sie wurde eine attraktive junge Dame und ich wurde ein hübscher junger Mann. 
    Meistens führte dieser einfache Unterschied zwischen den Geschlechtern dazu, dass verschiedene Freundesgruppen und Zeit als Freunde voneinander entfernt waren.
    Vor kurzem hatten wir uns gegenseitig eine SMS geschickt, wie einfach es für Küken war, Instagram-Follower zu bekommen. Ich sagte: "Alles was du tun musst ist einen Bikini zu tragen und die Jungs folgen dir in Scharen." Sarah wurde wütend.
    "David (links), das fällt dir leicht zu sagen. Aber es ist nicht so einfach, wie du denkst."
    Sie wagte es mir, als Frau mit ihr ins Gemeinschaftspool zu gehen. Mit einer App entwarf sie, wie ich aussehen würde und kaufte mir online einen Bikini.
    Die Änderung selbst war das Schwierigste. Ich musste fast einen Stock beißen, als sich meine Hüften verbreiterten und mein männliches Mitglied in mir schrumpfte. Die ganze Zeit sah Sarah zu und kicherte.
    Jetzt bin ich "Vida." Ich konnte es kaum aus dem Umkleideraum der Frauen schaffen, bevor ich anfing, Katzenrufe zu bekommen. Im Pool selbst spürte ich mehrere Griffe an meinem Hintern.
    Die Sache ist, ich weiß nicht, ob ich verärgert bin oder ob ich die Aufmerksamkeit mag!
    Außerdem hat Sarah zu viel Spaß mit meiner Not. Ich habe sie gebeten, mich später in dieser Nacht wieder zu wechseln, aber sie bewacht ihr Telefon genau und wird mir das Passwort für die App nicht mitteilen.
    Ich glaube, ich könnte für einige Zeit so festsitzen.

Friday, April 3, 2020

Security for my Sister


  After my sister (right) got mugged a few weeks ago, she didn't feel safe going out with her girlfriends anymore.  She took a break from going out for a while until I offered to go with her sometime to protect her.
  "How am I going to find hot guys if my dorky older brother is following me around?"  She asked.
  "Come on, it will be good for me, you know I don't usually get out of the house much.  No one will bother you with me around."
  "Alright, but we do have to do something about how you look."
  "What do you mean?"
  That's when she pulled up one of the skinsuit ordering websites.  I rolled my eyes as she customized an image on the app of what would end up being what I looked like Friday night.  Blonde hair, smooth skin, high cheekbones, my sister was obviously projecting her beauty standards learned from mindlessly scrolling Instagram.
  "If you think I'm wearing that you're crazy."
  "Mom and Dad said that they'll buy you new computer parts if you do it."
  "Hmm. . . I mean I guess. . ."
  Here's the picture we took that night before we met up with her other girlfriends at an apartment to pregame.  The thing was so tight it hurt at first, but soon it felt natural.  Even peeing was easy.
  My sister told me (left) that if I didn't blow my cover, I might end up going home with one of her friends who was lesbian.  She had been texting that friend all week about her "new lesbian friend" that she would bring out with her. . .

Friday, March 20, 2020

Quarantine Roommates


    The US didn't lock down and begin quarantine fast enough to prevent the virus from spreading.  The virus was a Flu that was super dangerous for the elderly and children to catch.  Symptoms included upper respiratory distress, shortness of breath, and all of the usual Flu symptoms such as achy joints.  However, if you did survive the week or so of sickness, all the while you slowly changed into the opposite sex!  The virus seemed to mutate and attack your very DNA.
    I started to be afraid when my roommate traveled back from spring break in a CDC designated outbreak zone.  Brandon (right) was told to self-quarantine in his apartment and I tried to get him to stay in his room with the door shut.  However, he started to get sick of being in the same room and would come out to cook and watch TV.
    Soon, I (left) began to notice I was sick.  We're both healthy young guys, so we never were in too much pain or worry of death.  What was painful, however, was the feeling of my testicles being eaten by my white blood cells and slowly growing ovaries and a uterus!  What was also painful and itchy was the rapid budding and growth of my new boobs!
    Thankfully, Amazon is still honoring same day shipping in our city, so we were able to measure one another for sizing (while naked) and then place a bulk order for bras, panties, yoga pants, you name it.
    We're finishing all of our university classes online, and hosting camgirl shows in the meantime for spending money as we await possible summer internships.  Do you think Brandon will mind if I shower with him tonight?  It will save money on our utility bill. . .

Friday, December 13, 2019

Android Undercover

  The new CIA protocol for undercover missions no longer required such drastic personal sacrifice as they had usually in the past.  Before, agents would have to commit to expensive and extensive permanent surgeries to alter their appearance.  This led to budgetary issues as well as marital strife.
  Now, with the advent of state-of-the-art androids, they could simply upload the consciousness of the agent into a robot, without the risk of the death of an agent or commitment.  The only risk was that their consciousness had to be constantly backup uploaded to a single satellite above them, which passed once a day through the atmosphere.
  The other problem: this quick advancement in lifelike robots was due to the sex-toy industry.  These androids had started and developed so lifelike because they were becoming the premium and preferred sex-doll to consumers all over the world.  Therefore, there were no male equivalents.
  When Drew volunteered for the assignment in the carribean, he knew that he'd be uploading his conciousness into the android body of what appeared to be an attractive young woman, fully anatomically correct, while his male body sat in cold storage.  This led to lots of conflicting feelings as he did his training in the new body, especially when he trained along side his buddies.
  He opted to be assigned to a female asset to protect.  He figured this would remove the possibility of something bizarre happening because they would spend so much time together.
  As you can see, Drew has been having a good time with the assignment, the elite billionaire's daughter believing him to just be a new friend she met at the resort bar and not a CIA agent assigned for her protection.
  Still, drew was self-conscious of the very visible serial number that appeared to be tattooed to his android's ribcage, as well as the detectable lifelessness it had in its eyes.  Therefore, he wore sunglasses and a two-piece bathing suit sparingly.
  Also, the satellite had recently been blown out of the sky by Chinese intelligence, so Drew had better be careful if he didn't want his consciousness to remain in this body forever. .
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Monday, November 18, 2019

Festival Forever


  My daughter really wanted to go to this pagan, new-age, music festival that was a few states away and was an entire week long.  Honestly, it wasn't even that I didn't want her going, not even her closest friends wanted to commit to sleeping in a tent for a week with terrible phone service and the like.  Therefore, when she begged and begged incessantly to the point of me losing my mind, I conceded.
  The problem was that "I was a weird, creepy old man."  She would be "so embarrassed to walk around and party with me."  I had to change my appearance to have the honor of going with her (and of course paying for everything),
  Lucy, my daughter, came to me one afternoon, with a "solution."  She had gone to a ritualistic medicine shop in the city and bought some herbs and other strange things that you might imagine find their home in a witch's fairy tale cottage.  After mixing it all together in one of our pots in the kitchen and heating it up, she said some words she found on a forum off of her phone.  Then she handed me a mug of the purple fluorescent ooze and told me to drink up.
  This is when the agonizing pain started.  I honest to god felt my bones chipping away to get smaller inside my body, my fat being redistributed all around myself, my joints feeling like they were being sawed and sanded down to size.  Fire welled on top of my head as my receded hairline reversed and hair rushed out.  My face popped and cracked as my facial planes rearranged.  I distinctively remember burning sensations in my pelvic area as new organs knitted together and destroyed old ones like a parasite.  I constantly was spewing stuff out of my mouth, assumedly the extra mass that had to go somewhere during the change.  After about 6 hours of this hell, everything settled.  I looked in the mirror.  No more me.  I was what looked like some chick my daughter might hang out with.
  To be honest, about halfway through the weeklong festival, I started to have fun.  Once I could let loose and enjoy my surroundings as well as time with my daughter, it all seemed worth it. I got my nipples pierced to be funny, played around with makeup, and dyed the ends of my hair red.
  Hey Dad, I need to tell you something, Lucy said.  "I'm not 100% sure how to reverse this change.  That was an emergency potion used to recruit new witches if too many women died.  There's no rite or recipe for the other way around."

Sunday, May 28, 2017

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