Showing posts with label Selfie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Selfie. Show all posts

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, March 27, 2020

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!"


Saturday, March 7, 2020

Robotics Research


  Because of depression, isolation, and other mental health reasons, I dropped out of a competitive MIT robotics program.  This only led to my symptoms worsening, watching all of my classmates graduate and start amazing robotics and android startup research companies.
  Desperate to still work in the field because of my remaining interest in robotics, I begged my friends to help out in some way at their companies.  Being kind, only my friend Mike gave me an interview for a truly low level job: research assistant.
  Basically, they needed someone desperate enough that they'd let experiments be run on them.  In my case, they wanted to test out how long consciousness could be transferred to an android host.
  So, here's me, 6 minutes in, my "sleeve" having just slipped out of the plastic bag it left manufacturing in, the artificial hair still wet from various preservation fluids.  They gave me simple clothes (and a stipend for more of course). 
  This is the first "selfie" I've taken for the experiment.  It's up to me to take three of these a day for as long as my consciousness holds in my new "sleeve." 
  Here's to hoping my body remains preserved in cryogenics. . .