Engineering Student

 

 "Dude. . . shut up. . ."  

I was the only one in the engineering program to apply for and accept the "In Her Shoes" Scholarship.

As a cost-benefit analysis and logic minded young man, I ran the numbers and determined that this scholarship would be better than the one that I already had through the University. You see, this scholarship included free student housing, as I would live with other young women in the women's dorm.

Sure, I'd have to get used to communal showers and having a female roommate, but so much was already changing in my life anyways. Besides, I needed more friends and to "get out more."

I went through the hormone and stem cell treatments over the summer after banking sperm. To be honest, the actual transformation process only took about a week. The doctors liked to go slow to prevent stretch marks and to give me the opportunity to take it slow.

Now that it was the first week of class and I was back with my usual engineering program guy friends, things are different.

The guys are always picking on me, telling me my grades are only due to the professors being nice to me for being a girl. I qualified for an excellent internship, and the guys are saying I'm just a diversity hire.

Above all else, I miss my dick. While it's nice basically having the women's bathroom to myself in the engineering building, sitting down to pee so many times a day is annoying. It goes against the simplicity of my previously male life. Not to mention, I spend almost half an hour each morning applying make up and making sure my outfits look okay.

Dave from Circuitry class asked me to get a burger with him tonight. We haven't gotten dinner since my change. I wonder if he'll treat me differently. . .

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!

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.

Kind of a Stretch

    

    "Uh, Jenna, I don't think wearing your clothes is gonna work."

    Derek (pictured) was a kind guy.  When Jenna, his friend, expressed her fears of traveling alone for a friend's wedding, Derek offered to go with her.

    The catch was, Jenna couldn't bring a "date" as a plus one, as it would freak out her parents.  They knew Derek was only friends with her, yet weren't comfortable with a man staying in a hotel room with their daughter all weekend.  She couldn't bring a girlfriend, because they were either busy or were bridesmaids.  Besides, Derek was her best friend!

    Making use of the free trial with a podcast's coupon code, she ordered "The Pill" online.  She was excited to see how her friend would look as a lady!

    Derek took the pill with a glass of water, and laid down for it to take its quick effects on him.  Jenna had to leave the room when he started groaning in pain as his body morphed before her eyes.  His bones were cracking and his skin was stretching to its limits as it changed.

    Jenna had left a simple work-skirt, white blouse, a bra, and panties out for him to wear once he was changed.  However, neither of them had anticipated that his height would have carried over to his new female form.  The blouse was too short and you could almost see the top of his thigh through the side of the skirt!  This wouldn't do.

    It looked like they would have to head to the mall (Jenna's treat) for a new wardrobe.

    Derek was being a really good sport.  His new, pale, soft skin was prickling in the cold of the air conditioning.  The breeze as he walked was strange in a short skirt.  He felt like everyone was looking at him.

    He looked forward to leaving for the wedding.  Once they started driving, however, Jenna put her hand on his exposed knee. . .

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    "Äh, Jenna, ich glaube nicht, dass das Tragen deiner Kleidung funktionieren wird."

    Derek (im Bild) war ein freundlicher Typ. Als Jenna, seine Freundin, ihre Befürchtungen zum Ausdruck brachte, für die Hochzeit eines Freundes alleine zu reisen, bot Derek an, mit ihr zu gehen.

    Der Haken war, Jenna konnte kein "Date" als Plus bringen, da es ihre Eltern ausflippen würde. Sie wussten, dass Derek nur mit ihr befreundet war, aber sie fühlten sich nicht wohl mit einem Mann, der das ganze Wochenende mit ihrer Tochter in einem Hotelzimmer wohnte. Sie konnte keine Freundin mitbringen, weil sie entweder beschäftigt waren oder Brautjungfern waren. Außerdem war Derek ihre beste Freundin!

    Sie nutzte die kostenlose Testversion mit dem Gutscheincode eines Podcasts und bestellte "The Pill" online. Sie war gespannt, wie ihre Freundin als Dame aussehen würde!

    Derek nahm die Pille mit einem Glas Wasser und legte sich hin, damit sie schnell auf ihn einwirken konnte. Jenna musste den Raum verlassen, als er vor Schmerz zu stöhnen begann, als sein Körper sich vor ihren Augen verwandelte. Seine Knochen rissen und seine Haut dehnte sich an ihre Grenzen, als sie sich veränderte.

    Jenna hatte einen einfachen Arbeitsrock, eine weiße Bluse, einen BH und ein Höschen für ihn übrig gelassen, sobald er sich umgezogen hatte. Keiner von ihnen hatte jedoch damit gerechnet, dass sich seine Größe auf seine neue weibliche Form übertragen hätte. Die Bluse war zu kurz und man konnte fast die Oberseite seines Oberschenkels durch die Seite des Rocks sehen! Das würde nicht reichen.

    Es sah so aus, als müssten sie zum Einkaufszentrum (Jennas Vergnügen) gehen, um einen neuen Kleiderschrank zu holen.

    Derek war ein wirklich guter Sport. Seine neue, blasse, weiche Haut prickelte in der Kälte der Klimaanlage. Die Brise beim Gehen war seltsam in einem kurzen Rock. Er hatte das Gefühl, als würden ihn alle ansehen.

    Er freute sich darauf, zur Hochzeit zu gehen. Als sie jedoch anfingen zu fahren, legte Jenna ihre Hand auf sein freiliegendes Knie. . .

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.

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. . .

Be Careful What You Agree to

  Remember when I told you about how I agreed to pretend to be my friend George's girlfriend to make his family happy?  Well, his rich grandma was so excited he finally "found a girl" that she bought him a condo downtown, on the condition that we move in together.
  So here's me packing up my stuff to move, fresh off my first period in my new female body.  As you can tell, I'm not pleased.  George has told me to embrace it, change my name, let him buy me whatever I want with his family's money.
  Sure, I'll let some of that happen, but I like being "Patrick."  He calls me "Patti" in front of his family.  I get along well with his sisters and mom well.  His older sister even got me a great job at her company.
  I'm dressed up to head to my first day there, and I caused a run in my stocking.  I'll never figure it out.  Anyway, grandma's expecting marriage and kids soon, and I'm freaked out.  George keeps making moves on me, and I'm yet to let it happen.  So far I only trust myself to please myself. . .

Anything for a Friend. . .

  Supposedly, it was my best friend's grandmother's last Christmas.  She was getting old and sick, and no one thought she would survive another year.  She was always so disappointed in my friend George because he never had a girlfriend in his life time.  In order that his grandmother would not die while disappointed, he begged me, his friend Tom, to help him out.

  "Please, it will just be for the holidays while my family's staying at my parents' house!"

  "The entire holidays?  That's usually like two weeks!  I'd be living as a chick, your slam-piece, for two whole weeks?  You've got to be kidding me!"

  "Dude, please.  Don't worry!  I'll uh. . . sleep on the floor in the guest room!  I won't watch you change! Err. . . it's just for show!"

  As he said this, he also pulled out a wad of cash.

  "This is also all for you if you finish the whole two weeks. . . "

  "What, I'm a whore now too?!  For that money I feel like you'll start to expect stuff from me!"

  "Again, just take the pill, there really are no strings."

                                                                         ***
  Fast forward to the holidays.  We're half way through George's visit to see the family and show of his new girlfriend, me, to Grandma.
  Everyone was so excited, especially the women of the family, that they took me shopping, saying I needed help with my style.  This was true, as I'm actually a man and just bought a bunch of cheap stuff from the re-sale shop that didn't really match.
  Things got weird when George's sisters found out I didn't have any lingerie.  They literally couldn't believe it.  So, one of our first stops at the mall was for me to get something to "surprise my man" Christmas Eve.
  Please help!

What Happened to Our Relationship?

  "I'm so embarrassed, I'm freakishly tall compared to you two," I, on the right, whispered to my girlfriend during the photo.
  "Please stop complaining or you'll give yourself away, and then there's no lesbian sex for you tonight!"  Jen, my girlfriend in the middle, snapped back.
  At first, I was excited to go to the party and show off Jen to other people, but things changed when I found out the hoops we would have to jump through to attend.  Mary, on the left, had a very strict father.  Everyone knew that she had the capacity to throw awesome parties because of their family's wealth, but her dad insisted each time, "no boys are allowed!"
  Obviously, being male, I would not be able to come.  The workaround we agreed to was for each man to buy a skinsuit to wear to the party.  That way, everyone could come, regardless of gender.  The initial shame of doing so went away after the first party since everyone did it.
  After that, we started to enjoy doing it as a tradition.  Besides the fun of designing the ideal womanly body for yourself with your girlfriend online, it became fun to pick out clothes to wear together at the mall and have her do my makeup.
  Honestly, our relationship became closer than ever, and usually, it ended in hot, steamy, lesbian sex.
  I began to worry, though, when she started to prefer me wearing the suit and being disinterested in having sex with me without the suit on.  When she started preferring that she wear the strap-on each time, I knew we were in for trouble.

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.

Free Couples' Getaway

  "Be honest, Damian, is it convincing?"
  Kevin wasn't convinced totally of the quality of the skinsuit he had bought online.  Damian had won a free "couples only" tropical vacation.  The contact from the company said if he did not have a significant other then he would have to give it up to the next person.  Because Damian was so stressed out from a rough six months at work, he needed this vacation.
  "It looks fine, Kevin - I mean Kelsey!"
  "The damn titties are way too heavy, dude.  They recommended going with this size on the website to fill out my wider frame.  But honestly, this sucks."
  Kevin had been periodically looking down at his chest throughout the vacation so far and Damian worried that people would get weirded out and start to notice something was wrong.
  "Also man, I haven't been able to wack-off in days.  I'm horny as hell in here!  I wish you spent a little bit more money on the one that you can take on and off!"
  This was also starting to bug Damian.  Being a couples'  vacation, their room had one bed.  It was awkward for him to brush up against Kevin in the bed and then have to fight an erection when he accidentally touched the suit's soft, squishy, warm surface.
  Damian was worried that the next time he saw Kevin come out 'naked' from the shower after a swim in the ocean, that it would be too much for their friendship. . .

Thanks, Sis!

  "Mike, there's no easier way to sneak into a music festival, I tell you."  Bob had swapped bodies with his sister for the day.  She didn't mind as long as Bob really did give her a month worth of allowance.  That was fair to Bob since the festival easily cost 3 or 4 times as much.
  "Ya but Bob, half the fun of going is hitting on ladies such as. . . yourself. . ."
  "Sure, but think of the savings!"  Bob was adamant about his decision, all of a sudden feeling regretful and uncomfortable in his new skin.  Maybe 100 guys have grabbed or groped him in the first few hours already.  It was tough being a beautiful young lady.
  Also, Mike had to withhold the fact that he had a huge crush on Bob's sister and now he was escorting her body the whole day and night through a festival.  By the time it was late, they were both pretty drunk, and Bob was grinding on Mike in the crowd.  People cheered them on and Mike started to lighten up.
  All throughout the night, Bob's sister was sending Mike texts in all caps: DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH MY BODY!
 

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