Sister's Slumber Party

You would think Michelle is too old for a slumber party now that she is in high school. Nevertheless, mom okayed the idea without consulting me. Now I have to put up with brats for a whole weekend. Sick.

The slumber party starts Friday night with Michelle and four of her friends. Michelle asked me if I would help out. I don’t want to hang out with no stupid girls. It’s not like I’ll ever get a date. Just because I am small for my age does not make me a dork. When Michelle’s friends arrived they pleaded. There is no way I’ll get any rest anyway so I relented. I agreed to allow the girls to dress me up, to add insult to injury.

By ten o’clock the girls had stripped me naked and applied makeup, a wig and, well, you can see what they did to me. I know I have no chance with any of Michelle’s friends, but this pretty much ends any respect any girl in school will ever have of me once Michelle and her friends start talking.

The girls squealed with delight as they saw their creation. They started addressing me as Sissy. Great. Now that they had their fun I wanted to take outfit off. They would not hear of it. They said I could sleep with them. Big deal. I’m dressed like a girl and when they say sleep, they mean sleep.

Michelle made some hot cocoa. The sweetness felt good. The cocoa made me tired so I laid back and before I knew I was out.

The next morning the girls were up when I awoke. They were giggling and pointing at me. It seems the girls had hatched a plan to get me in a compromising position, drug my cocoa and then sprinkle me with TG Dust once I drifted off to sleep. I demanded they change me back, but I knew TG Dust was a one-way street.

I did not want to be a girl; I am a boy, ah, well, I was a boy, kind’of. The girls invited me to spend the weekend with them and their party. It seems even mom was in one it. She thought the change looked good on me. Mom said if I can’t get a date with a girl I should have no problem bedding a guy looking like this. Mom had a point.

Runestone Returns

Conrad is more myth now than legend now. After a career saving the universe as a man it was time to get away. Conrad met a woman named Natasha in a tax office in a backwater state. Natasha was a skuzzy woman, walking out on her boyfriend, abandoning her son, drinking too much, smoking too much, covered in tattoos, and smoking weed, Natasha had few admirable qualities. But she did own a pair of mystery high heel boots and she sold them to Conrad.

Now the stories of Alexis Runestone have returned. A demure woman was out and about saving the down-trodden from harm. It is amazing how things turn out. A totally worthless woman sells a simple pair of mystery boots and the world is a safer place. A few even surmised Conrad disappeared around the same time Alexis Runestone arrived. Coincidence? I think not.

It is a hard job being a woman. The paparazzi managed a photo of Alexis dealing with the stress of life as a woman saving mankind from evil. Don’t fret for Alexis, however. She can handle anything; she is a woman. And who doesn’t want to be rescued by a beautiful, sexy woman.

TG Inc Declares Bankruptcy

Every planet in the galaxy finally reached its logical end. The feminine had won the battle of the sexes. Men volunteered at first to accept life as a woman. Then contests and awards were used. Finally, the last man lost his pride. Androids filled the roles men filled formerly while serving their woman rather than annoying her.

Every client of TG Inc was satisfied. The business model no longer worked. Here we see Cherry, the replacement for the last man standing, Gary. The world TG Inc created naturally would reach a conclusion; everyone was female.

Male babies were switched within a few hours and the lone holdouts in the hillside would eventually die or be captured and taken to a retraining center.

The judge felt it was in society’s best interest to keep the company is receivership for as long as possible to handle the rare case emerging from the woods.

This is it, folks. The final good-bye. It was an awesome journey, girls. If I pass this way again I’m sure to share a tale or three. But my plans will take me in another direction for now.

Remember me.

Treasure

Lucus loved to hunt for treasure is antique shops. Most stuff was over-priced junk. But every now and then a gem would appear from the bottom of a box or the back of a rack. Today was one of those days, Lucas thought. It was an old chest. By itself it had no real value. But inside there was clothing from another era. Again, the value was small. But one article of clothing at the bottom of the chest was a body suit, a body suit legend said could transform any man into a fully functional woman while he wore it. Even though Lucas doubted it would work the legend would make the body suit priceless.

Lucas paid the modest price asked for the chest without any haggling. Lucas normally would dicker on price, but he was too excited. Had carried the chest to his car and raced home. Curiosity had the best of him. He ripped off his clothes and pulled on the body suit. Instantly the fabric snapped tight against his skin. His body transformed within minutes. Then he was a beautiful woman. He called himself Lily.

He took out more old clothes and dressed his new body and took a walk around town. No one had a clue who he was. That night he dressed in the sexiest negligee he ever saw. In the morning he jumped out of bed and admired his beautiful female body in the mirror.

The novelty started to wear off. He knew a body suit with such abilities would fetch millions. He stripped off his clothes and stood naked in his bedroom. The body suit was so tight against his skin he couldn’t tell where it was. Lily, I mean Lucas, went back to the chest and found a book at the bottom. He started paging until he found a bold head: HOW TO REMOVE THE BODY SUIT. There was only one sentence. “The body suit cannot be removed until after the wearer dies.” Lucas’ heart sank. He was going to spend the rest of his life as Lily. And he was not going to make millions. 

Game Face

Tyler couldn’t believe what he did. It all started out as an innocent game of poker. The guys from college planned a get-together to relive the great times they had before careers and romantic relationships took over life. The evening started out with alcohol and great stories. Eventually the guys sat down to a good game of poker.

To make the game interesting the guys upped the odds. Instead of playing for money they played for chips and each step of the way they lost clothes and finally, for one lucky loser, a dip in the nanobot pool. The game went on for hours before Tyler started a streak of bad luck. Before long he was stepping into the pool filled with nanobots that changed him into Becky.

On the way home Becky stopped by the mall for appropriate clothing for a woman. He browsed all the women’s clothing stores buying a tight sequin dress, bras, panties, and stilettos. As Becky walked up the sidewalk to the front door he stopped and turned to look back. At first he thought he looked back because he remembered he left the packages of clothes in the car, but then he realized he was looking back and saying goodbye to an old life he’ll never see again.

Hard Choices

Men are so excited about their transformation when they enter TG Incorporated they forget about what happens after. Mel came to TG Incorporated to start a new life as a woman. Of course the transformation wentsmooth. What do you expect? Some kind of malfunction, an accident, a change of heart. That hasn’t happened in decades.

The process is fast, complete and smooth. Once you finish orientation to make sure this is what you want—there is no going back—you choose the date for the transformation and method: surgery, hormones, nanobots, body suit, swapping chamber, girly light, the list goes on.

Mel chose nanobots. No surprise there. A full 72% of men now chose nanobots as their preferred method of gender transformation. When Mel stepped out of the hot tub as Erika she was so excited she could barely dry herself off. The next part is the hardest.

The orientation staff needs to get you dressed before they update all your identity papers to help you get on with life. They march you, bare-assed naked, into the on-site clothing store. It is your first opportunity to try on women’s clothing that really fit for the first time. Mel, like most guys, spends a lot of time in the store before making up her mind. Makeup causes the same problem.

Well, Mel is no longer with us—god rest his soul—but Erika is a hot little number in that pink skirt, don’t you think? Now remember, guys. Plan ahead when going to TG Incorporated. Leave plenty of time to find the right outfit the first day you are a girl. It’s important.

The Unnoticed Blessings of Life

Adam never realized how different it felt to be a woman. He feels colder than he would have before the transformation, especially in the wind. But for every action, there is an opposite, but equal, reaction: Adam sees beauty more than ever.

Before transforming into Samantha, Adam ran through life, always in a hurry. Now he stops and enjoys a beautiful day, the color of the autumn leaves, the warmth of a goose down jacket. He also smiles more. He never noticed how much girls smile. Not a pale, tight smile like so many men, but a full, ear-to-ear grin with teeth showing.

Transforming into a girl was the best idea he ever had. Now Adam is content. And Samantha is such a pretty name. The biggest feeling of all that Adam noticed is the mothering instinct. He wanted to take care of people so bad. He wanted a man in her life he could love, and hold, and comfort. Adam took a deep breath and enjoyed all life has blessed him with.

Happy Anniversary, Michelle

It has been so long I don’t remember what it was like when I was a man. Ten years ago. I remember it like yesterday, but everything that came before is all a foggy dream. Ten years ago today I made my last of two trips to Neenah.

Theda Clark Hospital is one of the best in the world when it comes to gender reassignment surgery. Doctor Schrang always had time to discuss my concerns. I’ll admit, I was scared. The second trip removed any manhood I had left; there was no going back. My original fear evaporated quickly. I was making the right choice, the choice I should have made years ago.

Wisconsin is a cold place and it was cold that early October day. A few flurries mixed with the colorful leaves blowing in the wind. The wind chewed into my cheeks as I walked from the hotel to the hospital. No matter what my body said I was already a woman, a beautiful woman.

The waiting is the hardest part and there isn’t much to do while waiting in Neenah, Wisconsin. So I drank beer in the hotel bar. A wonderful young woman, the bartender, talked the hours away with me. She liked the name I picked: Michelle. A pretty name, she said, for a pretty girl. She is still a Facebook friend.

The ten year anniversary has me thinking as does a TG captioning blogger from northern Wisconsin. She does not know it, but I know the general area where she lives. She gave hints without knowing it. I’m such a stalker. I don’t have the money to go visit her, but I know she lives straight north of Neenah in a backwoods area around the small town of Lena. Her name is Alice. She is as kind and thoughtful as the bartender.

Tonight I pour myself a beer in celebration of my personal victory. Alone in my living room I lift my glass and say, “To you Alice, wherever you live in that frosty wonderland.” A tear comes to my eye. I have a friend out there. Her and her husband and daughters and five cats live a quiet backwoods life and could care less about my gender. They see me as a good person, no more. I lift my glass again. “To you, Alice.”

And the Winner is...

Military Exercise

The vortex phenomenon was growing. Scientists discovered Earth was passing through a section of space with millions of vortex bubbles. What scientists couldn’t understand was how the vortexes transformed men into women instantly, nor could they figure out how to change them back.

Shielded homes and cars were developed. The military shielded all their equipment. Steve was part of the training exercise the Navy conducted. The ship was shielded, of course. The exercise was to test a new weapon against the vortex bubbles. The hope was the military could defuse them high above the Earth. Steve’s job was to fire the weapon. For safety reasons the Navy conducted the exercise in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Right on schedule a swarm of vortexes approached the Earth. Timing was everything. The shield had to come down for a second each time the weapon was fired. The first few shots were off. They could not tell if the vortexes were neutralized. Then they started to come faster. A vortex slipped through the shield and hit Steve!

Steve stopped firing the weapon. It didn’t matter to him anymore; the vortexes didn’t affect females. Steve walked to the deck and found the captain. He was granted leave. His military career was over as far as Steve was concerned. He would sit back and collect combat pay.

The military gave Steve a new identity as Sandra. He kept the uniform as a keepsake. Steve has lots of free time now to party with the boys when they sail into port. Too bad the weapon had no affect on the vortexes.

Girl for a Weekend

Sam felt like partying. His luck had finally changed when he met the witch that offered him three wishes. At first he thought it was a joke so he wished for money. Lots of money. The witch handed him a dollar to buy a lottery ticket. Sam won. The joke turned serious as a heart attack in an instant.

Now that Sam knew he had a real two wishes remaining he wanted to focus on what he wanted most. He always wanted to know what it was like to be a girl for a day, maybe a weekend. With a mischievous grin he looked up, returning from his thoughts, and said to the witch, “I want to be a girl, a happy girl.” And so it was. Sam turned into Helen in an instant and started dancing in the street.

Sam had the best weekend of his life as Helen. Now it was time to go back to his old life. The witch just smiled when Sam asked for his last wish to be returned to his own body. “Oh, honey,” the witch said. “You already used your three wishes.” “No, I didn’t,” Sam shot back. “Oh yes, you did,” the witch smiled. “You asked for money, then to be a girl, and last to be a happy girl.” Sam remembered stuttering out the words, but… The witch cupped Sam’s chin in her hand. “You better get used to living as Helen.” 

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.

Missed Her to Sister

My sister is the best. When I was stood up by my date she made sure I did not stay down for long. We had a favorite game—my favorite game—we played whenever we had the chance. Peggy always knew how I felt and we were close (not that close; get your mind out of the gutter). But that night was the worst. The girl of my dreams stood me up. The hurt went real deep.

So Peggy took me to her room where we played my favorite game: dress up. She even faux turned when I undressed and pulled on the panty she gave me. By the end of the night we were laughing as I turned out to be one awesome girl.

It was at that moment, when I was happiest, that Peggy hugged me and smiled. “I gave you magic panties to wear. “ I looked in the mirror. “So that is why I look so good.” Peggy could make me look like quite the girl, but that night was the best.

I had to capture the moment. I stripped to my sister’s skives and took a selfie. I know what you’re thinking. I was not sad or bored. Well, maybe a little sad; the girl of my dreams ditched me. Rather, I was more content than any other time in my life. Peggy started calling me Rhonda. I liked the name. Want to know something else? Less than six months later the boy of my dreams took me out on the dream date I had planned for the girl of my dreams. It was her loss.

Vortexes or Vortices: You're Still a Girl

People forgot about the vortex risk when months go by without an incident. Men wander far away from shielded areas even though the risks are well documented: if hit by a vortex, men transformed into women. Alex, like most men, took no heed of the vortex problem. Out of sight, out of mind.

Alex felt the vortex risk was small and he was right. Vortexes coming out of space are rare and when they strike only a small number of men are affected. Alex grew tired of living in the shielded part of his home. He wanted to take his girlfriend, Beth, out on the town. And so he did.

Alex took Beth to the nightclub and enjoyed an evening of friends, dance and drink. Alex, Beth and their friends left at closing. In the parking lot people started looking up at the sky pointing to a blue glowing light growing larger each second. Someone yelled, “VORTEX!” The men started to scramble. This part of town has no shielded shelters so the men were defenseless.

Alex knew there was nothing he could do. He held Beth’s hand and watched as the vortex sped closer. It was clear the vortex was very small as it approached. It moved so fast it was impossible to calculate a move out of the way. Alex looked down and closed his eyes. He heard a hum as the vortex raced by. A gasp went up from the crowd. Alex opened his eyes to see everyone looking at him, Beth still holding his hands. Alex was the only victim.

Beth hurried Alex home and reported the vortex incident. Alex was given a new identity immediately. Beth printed out his new papers with his name: Rhonda. Alex looked at Beth and said, “Will you still love now that I’m a girl?” Beth smiled and kissed her best friend passionately, then said, “What do you think?”

Sissy Redux

Contagion

The surgery theatre of a hospital should always be sterile. But true sterility is impossible. Surgery rooms are used again and again with a complete cleaning between each use.

John delayed as long as he could the dreaded prostate cancer surgery. Eventually there was no more waiting; the surgery had become a medical imperative. Everything seemed routine as he went under. Little did John know the previous surgery in that room was a gender reassignment surgery where nanobots were used in conjunction with the surgery.

John came out of surgery with everything going as expected. Then the changes started. First breasts started growing followed by a softening of the skin. Then the big change happened; his manhood shrank until it inverted. Within a week, by the time it was time for release from the hospital, John no longer existed. We now call her Zoe.

Zoe could have sued the hospital for everything it had for not cleaning the surgery adequately, but Zoe felt she had received a two for one special. Now that I think about it, she never really needed the prostate surgery since the nanobots did away with the whole prostate thing.

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