Showing posts with label Transformation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Transformation. Show all posts

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Post Quarantine Hijinks


    John (left) and Brian (right) were roommates at the local State University.  Spending the second semester of their sophomore year quarantined at home was a huge bummer.  They missed the huge parties and honestly just being independent.
    Now it's the end of summer, and it's back to school.  Hopefully, that means a normal semester, maybe just with social distancing measures in place.
    Something they were definitely in the mood for was a big party and getting blackout drunk.  However, because of the quarantine, neither John nor Brian could work over the summer for beer and drug money.  The parties simply were no fun without these two things.
    Instead, Brian suggested that pill that they advertised on social media that would change your gender either for one day, one week, one month, one year, or permanently.  As ladies, they figured they'd get free drinks and free drugs for the night.
    Logging onto the website, they found you could get a trial pill.
    They entered their credit card information and received the pills the next morning.  First John popped a pill, and then Brian.
    At first, it felt like nothing was going to happen.  They thought they had been scammed.  Tonight was the big "welcome back party" and they would miss it.
    Then all of a sudden, both of the roommates started writhing on the floor as their bodies changed at the cellular level from XY to XX. 
    Looking at one another, they quickly realized that they would need women's clothes, especially to support their new large breasts. 
    A quick trip to the local thrift store made for fun party outfits.
    That evening, they debuted at the party.  To their benefit, they received everything that they asked for, and more.  Both John and Brian left the party with fine young men from the local fraternity house.

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    John (links) und Brian (rechts) waren Mitbewohner an der örtlichen State University. Das zweite Semester ihres zweiten Jahres zu Hause unter Quarantäne zu stellen, war eine große Enttäuschung. Sie haben die großen Partys verpasst und sind ehrlich gesagt einfach unabhängig.
    Jetzt ist Ende des Sommers und es geht wieder zur Schule. Hoffentlich bedeutet das ein normales Semester, vielleicht nur mit sozialen Distanzierungsmaßnahmen.
    Etwas, auf das sie definitiv Lust hatten, war eine große Party und ein Blackout-Drink. Aufgrund der Quarantäne konnten jedoch weder John noch Brian im Sommer für Bier- und Drogengeld arbeiten. Die Partys waren ohne diese beiden Dinge einfach kein Spaß.
    Stattdessen schlug Brian diese Pille vor, die in den sozialen Medien beworben wurde und die Ihr Geschlecht entweder für einen Tag, eine Woche, einen Monat, ein Jahr oder dauerhaft ändern würde. Als Damen dachten sie, sie würden kostenlose Getränke und kostenlose Drogen für die Nacht bekommen.
    Als sie sich auf der Website anmeldeten, stellten sie fest, dass Sie eine Testpille bekommen könnten.
    Sie gaben ihre Kreditkarteninformationen ein und erhielten die Pillen am nächsten Morgen. Zuerst nahm John eine Pille und dann Brian.
    Zuerst hatte ich das Gefühl, dass nichts passieren würde. Sie dachten, sie wären betrogen worden. Heute Abend war die große "Welcome Back Party" und sie würden es vermissen.
    Dann begannen sich plötzlich beide Mitbewohner auf dem Boden zu winden, als sich ihre Körper auf zellulärer Ebene von XY auf XX änderten.
    Als sie sich ansahen, wurde ihnen schnell klar, dass sie Frauenkleider brauchen würden, insbesondere um ihre neuen großen Brüste zu stützen.
    Ein kurzer Ausflug zum örtlichen Gebrauchtwarenladen sorgte für lustige Party-Outfits.
    An diesem Abend debütierten sie auf der Party. Zu ihrem Vorteil erhielten sie alles, was sie verlangten, und mehr. Sowohl John als auch Brian verließen die Party mit feinen jungen Männern aus dem örtlichen Verbindungshaus.

Friday, December 27, 2019

Servant of the Old Gods


  Getting the internship at the City Museum was a dream come true for me.  I was a college student studying Gaelic History at the school with the best program in the world for it.  Studying abroad in Ireland was a dream come true because I had always been interested in Ireland and her history since boyhood.
  There was a new wrinkle to this however.  There was a special exhibit on Gaelic Tribal Priestesses at the museum I got the internship for.  I was tasked with looking through the archives and taking out relevant artifacts for the time period and subject of women in the priestess class from long ago in Ireland. 
  Looking at all of the amazing pieces of priceless jewelry, in a moment of weakness, and stole what appeared to be a beautiful pendant or necklace broach.  When I pulled it out at home and started to research it online, hoping to have it appraised and maybe set in something else for my girlfriend when I returned to America, I learned that it was actually a belly piercing for religious pagan ceremonies.
  I set it on my nightstand and went to sleep.
  I awoke to a new body: a delicate, ruby lipped, red haired supple Gaelic priestess.  Moreover, the jewelry was stuck to my belly button.
  Worried, I continued my research.  Supposedly, in times of persecution of the Irish Pagan religion, remaining priestesses were chosen to bear the old gods in their wombs, to birth them again into this world to take back Ireland.
  It looks like I'm the first chosen one of this era.  Time to look for someone willing to father the old gods.

Friday, November 29, 2019

Friends Through Thick and Thin

  Steve and Jerry were best friends since they could remember.  They did everything together.  When it was time to go to college, Steve, on the right, came to realize that he did not have the money to fo where Jerry, on the left, had wanted to go.
  He began to research scholarships that he could maybe get.  One of them was a popular program put on by a women's organization that offered a full scholarship to any graduating high school senior boy who agreed to their terms.  Their terms were that the boy would be fully transformed into a woman for 4 full years of college through various surgeries and transplants.
  This would give the participant the "experience of a woman, to seek understanding and perspective toward unity in the world."  Because Steve didn't have the best grades like Jerry did, this was his chance.
  When he started the treatments, Jerry became interested.  At first, it was taking lots of time away from the two of them, so Jerry started tagging along to the doctor's appointments.  Finally, Jerry decided that if the two of them wanted to be roommates their first year, he would have to join the program, as boys couldn't room with girls in dorms, and all freshmen had to live on campus.
  Both were pleased with their results at the end of their summer, and the two best friends were eager to go to their first party together after Welcome Week was over.

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