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. . .

Just Like My Sister

    I knew I would get the virus because my girlfriend had it and I still wanted to kiss her.  Well, now I'm screwed because I'm a chick, forever.  I just got over the sickness part and as you know, the virus attacks your DNA, changing your sex to the opposite of which you were born.
   Luckily, no one in my family got sick from me, they thoroughly locked me away in my room.  My girlfriend wanted a picture of "the damage," so I snapped this selfie in the bathroom mirror.
    "lol nice tits."
     That's all she texted back.
    A few minutes later:
    "I just finished whacking off to the thought of me peeling off those tiny panties of yours."
    I had forgotten that she would have changed into a boy, the opposite of what happened to me.
    "Nothing fits me, Jessica, because these are my sister's clothes.  She's a year younger than me."
    "That makes sense, you look just like her!"

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."

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  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!

Hospital Mistake

  When I finally woke up in the hospital room and they cut off all of the bandages, I asked if I could go look in the mirror.
  "You're not going to be happy, Jim, they messed up the charts or something.  Get ready for a big lawsuit."
  My wife was right, what should have been a routine appendectomy at the research hospital was accidentally made into a life-changing nightmare.  They thought that I was the patient interested in the accelerated gender change treatment which they were working on.  In the period of one operation, they skillfully sculpted my body and transplanted organs to make me into a woman.
  "What does this mean for our relationship, baby?"
  She just bit her lip and looked at me.

I'm a Naughty Boyfriend

  I had bought a necklace at a pawn shop that supposedly had magical powers.  It allowed whoever wore it to swap bodies with the person of their choosing if they focused very hard on them and closed their eyes.
  When I went home and tried it out, of course the first person I could think of was the person I always thought of a lot toward the end of the day, my girlfriend.  I put on the necklace, closed my eyes, and thought of her, what she might be wearing, the way her body curved, and suddenly I felt different.
  I felt a lot colder.  I also no longer felt my erection under my boxer shorts.  I opened my eyes to see two big boobs, it had worked!
  Feeling mischievous, I responded to my old body's rapid text messages with a single image: me in Tina's scantily clad body with my tongue sticking out.
  If she wanted her body back, she had to come get it!  ;)

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.

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