Freedom Through Grace

Everyone hated Logan at the office. The only reason he has a job at Air Tech Jumble is because his dad owns the place. Logan is a total jerk and bully always pushing people around, sabotaging their work, and getting people fired for things he did. Yes, everyone hated Logan. There is not even one woman working in the place anymore after Logan harassed them all into quitting.  Every guy in the place would quit on the spot if another job presented itself.

During break one day the remaining workers at Air Tech Jumble hatched an idea to put an end to Logan’s behavior. The workers pooled all their money and bought a girly light, you know, the device where the light converts anyone it touches into a girl forever. It took four months for the group to save enough money. Once the girly light was purchased, Logan was lured to a back room in the warehouse. As soon as he opened the door they hit him with the girly light. His body shrunk and contorted until he was a perfect girl. The girly light worked fast, in less than a minute.

After the transformation into Grace, Logan had a serious personality change. At first the workers treated him terrible, harassing him to tears. Soon they discovered Grace was not Logan. Grace is a gentle, kind woman willing to please. As Grace, Logan did plenty to please. He invited workers to the corporate suite one at a time. Jobs at Air Tech Jumble were highly sought after word got out that Grace was in charge of morale. 

Forced to Wear a Dress by Sister

Have you ever been caught in a lie? I sure have. A big one actually. By my sister, of all people. It was nothing really. I consider myself an urban artist and beautify the community with my graffiti. Some hate it, but it is really awesome to see. People sometimes travel to the city just to photograph my work.

The police questioned me a few time, so did mom and dad, but they had nothing on me. Then along came Dorothy, my twin sister. Miss Goodie Two-Shoes found my stash of supplies and threatened to rat me out. I could end up in juvie! And I would never have a chance to practice my art again.

I pleaded with Dorothy to keep her big mouth shut. She promised to do so if I let her dress me up as a girl, the full Monty. What choice did I have? We are both about the same size and build with subtle changes to accommodate boy or girl parts. There was one more problem: Dorothy demanded I take a girly walk of shame. Okay, I can do this. (Like I have any choice.)

You have to admit, Dorothy did a heck of a job. She made me so hot I had to take saltpeter to keep the bulge down.  I walked that walk of shame wearing my sister’s panty and dress. It felt so good I started thinking I might want to try it again some day. I must have been deep in the daydream as I stumbled as Dorothy pulled me into a shop. TG Incorporated!

Why bother anyone with details. You know what happens in that place. Well, seems I fit into Dorothy’s dresses better than ever now. Kind’of like the name they gave me too: Teri. I still practice my urban art. Dorothy tags along sometimes. Seems the whole thing was a ruse on Dorothy’s part. She only wanted to join me on the adventures and knew no other way to get what she wanted. I’m not complaining.

Hiding Places

It started as a prank. His frat buddies dared Tim to wear magic panties. Now Tim dresses the part of Tina. She hides behind sunglasses as if nobody will recognize her. Nobody recognizes her because Tina is a new girl at college and Tim dropped off the map.

Tina had to admit there were advantages to being a girl. Guys paid attention to her and were always looking over their shoulder at her. Heels are easier to walk in if they are boots; Skater dresses feel great when walking outdoors. If there was any problem at all it was washing her hair. Long hair takes more time to wash, dry and style than a crew cut.

Now Tina is ready to get her revenge. She snuck into the frat house and sprinkled a generous portion of TG dust in the underwear drawer of the frat boys. Looks like a few more boys will go AWOL and a new group of girls will be attending college this semester.

What Frankie Does For the Job

Request by: Anon

Bugsy Malone was the untouchable mob boss until Gracie, his mistress, contacted Frankie to build a case against the crime family.  Gracie provided valuable information to bring charges against Bugsy and his gang, but Frankie needed hard evidence.

Frankie proposed a swap with Gracie for a few days while he went undercover to get the proof he needed to bring this case to a head. Gracie agreed. Frankie took full advantage of Gracie’s body. He checked out his new body in the mirror, drinking in the milky white skin and every curve on his chest and ass.

It took two weeks for Frankie to get what he needed. When it was time to turn back, Gracie smiled at him and said, “I’m keeping your body. You can have mine.”

“I don’t think so honey,” Frankie said grabbing Gracie’s arm forgetting he had the female body now and she has his well-toned male body. He released the grip when he saw the look on Gracie’s face.

Gracie leaned in close. “I’ll tell Bugsy what you did. You and your family’ll be dead before this gets to trial.” “You bitch,” was all Frankie could think to say. “We go our own ways and I’ll keep quiet,” Gracie said. “You need to get back to Bugsy, honey,” Gracie continued. “He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” 

The 'ol Switcheroo Con

Martin has had troubles with his new body. Swapping with his girlfriend was the greatest idea he had. It was even better when Sally loved the idea. But Martin had no idea Sally wanted his body to disappear from the world. Martin isn't upset he will spend the rest of his life as Sally.

Sally had some legal troubles unbeknownst to Martin. Once in Sally’s body it became abundantly clear when he was arrested. It took months, but eventually he proved he wasn't Sally, he is Martin. Now Martin has to adjust to his new body. For the most part it goes well; except for the finer points, like riding a bike in a mini skirt and thong.

Martin could care less. He enjoys the looks and catcalls. Every day he rides his new bike in his new body, wearing his new skirt and new thong. The hell with etiquette, he wants to ride his bike. Besides, he gets more offers to dinner this way. He hasn't paid for a meal (or rent) in months. Sally’s loss is Martin’s gain.

Magic Dressing Room

Getting Laid

My New Friend

Command of Authority

Once a man gains a position of authority it changes the way he holds his body the rest of his life. Senior prosecutor to the county, Morris Beck, adjusted to his position better than most. His ego made the transition easy. Justice is served in strange ways, however. Morris was humbled when the FOSE hit while he was in court trying a woman for owning a lingerie shop.

Beautiful women should not be allowed to hold positions of authority, including business owner, according to Morris. Morris trumped up a charge and took it to trial. It was a sunny late autumn day when reality struck hard. The FOSE hit while the prosecution made their bullshit case. Of course, Morris couldn’t keep his mind and eyes off Peggy, the accused; she came dressed in one of her best-selling products.

The FOSE hit worldwide, but only Morris and Peggy knew it in the courtroom. Morris was now standing in the silk negligee and robe. Peggy, a hell of a lot smarter than Morris, realized what happened and never missed a beat. Morris tried to explain what happened. The judge and jury laughed. Peggy was a far better salesman, ahem, than Morris. She sold the jury that Peggy should be put in jail. And so it was.

Morris ended up in jail in Peggy’s body while Peggy brought reform to the district attorney’s office. Morris eventually adjusted; he even liked wearing lingerie and satisfying her boyfriend. Peggy, in Morris’s body allowed Morris, in Peggy’s body, to continue as a successful shop owner. In the end justice was served.

Top Producer

Felix Securities has a big problem. They are the lowest producing office in the country and the manager’s job is on the line. The all-male office is given an ultimatum: produce or face the consequences.

A sales contest was devised with ample motivation attached. The top three producers of the month would receive a bonus; the bottom producer would be forced to work dressed as a woman until he produced sales equal to the top three salesmen during the contest period.

Edgar thought he had it in the bag. His sales were near the top when the big sale that made it possible fell through two days before the end of the month. Unable to recover from the lost sale, he ended up in last place.

Edgar became Elisha in the office. The rules for Elisha were simple, sell an equal or greater amount than the top three salesmen during the contest before going back to wearing a suit and tie. The sales must be completed within three months or magic panties from TG Inc. would replace the panties he wore the first three months.

Elisha was on a mission. There was no way he would wear magic panties and be a woman forever. A team of women makeup artists were brought in to make Edgar look like a real woman. As Elisha, Edgar settled into the role soon enough. Sales escalated as the first month progressed. On day eighty seven it looked like Elisha would exceed the sales needed to be Edgar again when the unthinkable happened. The same guy pulled his deal again. Elisha swore in a very unlady like manner.

On day ninety one Elisha was resigned to her fate. Minutes after the makeup artists slipped Edgar into magic panties he could feel the changes. Elisha accepted her fate. It seems the office manager thought Edgar made a helluva woman. He wasn’t gay so he asked the client to withdraw the sale until after Elisha was a real woman. On the first day Elisha was a woman she was asked out for drinks after work by the manager. Soon Elisha was a stay at home mom and happier than ever.

Command of Authority

Once a man gains a position of authority it changes the way he holds his body the rest of his life. Senior prosecutor to the county, Morris Beck, adjusted to his position better than most. His ego made the transition easy. Justice is served in strange ways, however. Morris was humbled when the FOSE hit while he was in court trying a woman for owning a lingerie shop.

Beautiful women should not be allowed to hold positions of authority, including business owner, according to Morris. Morris trumped up a charge and took it to trial. It was a sunny late autumn day when reality struck hard. The FOSE hit while the prosecution made their bullshit case. Of course, Morris couldn’t keep his mind and eyes off Peggy, the accused; she came dressed in one of her best-selling products.

The FOSE hit worldwide, but only Morris and Peggy knew it in the courtroom. Morris was now standing in the silk negligee and robe. Peggy, a hell of a lot smarter than Morris, realized what happened and never missed a beat. Morris tried to explain what happened. The judge and jury laughed. Peggy was a far better salesman, ahem, than Morris. She sold the jury that Peggy should be put in jail. And so it was.

Morris ended up in jail in Peggy’s body while Peggy brought reform to the district attorney’s office. Morris eventually adjusted; he even liked wearing lingerie and satisfying her boyfriend. Peggy, in Morris’s body allowed Morris, in Peggy’s body, to continue as a successful shop owner. In the end justice was served.

Love Potion

Tonya knew her boyfriend, Jack, had cheated on her. She kept the secret to herself and planned her revenge. Jack felt terrible for cheating on Tonya. She deserved better. He decided to go to the party Tonya asked him to attend with her and get the liquid courage needed to come clean. He couldn't live a lie.

Tonya bought a potion from a witch. As the party got wild and Jack had a few in him she brought out a new bottle, the one with the potion. Tonya lifted the bottle to Jack’s mouth. He leaned his head back and started drinking.

“Keep drinking, honey. Keep drinking,” Tonya encourage as Jack swallowed more and more of the passion fruit flavored drink. Jack felt a funny tingling in his body as he drank the potion. He thought it was thee alcohol. When he finished drinking he turned his head down and noticed his chest. It was an exciting few moments as Jack adjusted to his new reality.

Jack pulled Tonya to the side. “I know it probably doesn't matter anymore, but I came to the party tonight to gather the courage to tell you something.” Jack spilled the beans. Tonya shed a tear and confessed what she did to him.

“Can you change me back?” Jack asked. “No,” Tonya replied. “It’s a one-way potion. There is no going back.” “But I love you, Tonya. I don’t want anyone else!” “It’s okay,” Tonya said putting her arms around Jack’s neck. “I like girls more than guys anyway.” Jack’s eyes were as large as saucers. “I always wanted to make-out with a Lexi,” Tonya confessed. “So, from now on, you are Lexi.” Jack smiles as he slipped his hands around Tonya’s waist.