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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 Justin awoke in David's bed just as the man got up to get dressed. This was not the first time he woke up in a stranger's bed, but it was the first time he had done so with another man. He held the comforter up over his breasts and thought about the events of the previous night. As he attempted to stretch, a bout of soreness made itself know. He fell back on the bed. Every movement he made, he could feel his muscles ache. David truly knew how to fuck a woman. He couldn't just stay there; he had work to do. Justin mustered the courage to withstand the pain and began to get dressed as well. As he left David's suite, he turned back to see him standing in the doorway. "I want to thank you for last night," Justin told him. "I don't think I realized how badly I needed it." "You enjoyed it then?" David kept a straight face, giving no hints of what he knew. That he int...

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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 ,  Part 7 Justin was walking to the office when he caught his reflection in the window. He could not look away. His feminine face, his long hair, his curvy form. Once again, the realization of his permanent womanhood took him aback. It was not the first time the appearance of Agatha Swann made him pause. However, from now on his gender would be a reminder of his failure, both to himself and to the people who died in the attack that day. He replayed his actions over and over, wishing he made different decisions while working undercover. Justin was attempting to make coffee in the break room when he received an unexpected visitor. "Good morning, Ms. Swann," he said. Justin turned to see him enter the room. "Oh please," he scoffed. "I'm sure you've been duly informed of my true identity by now." "I have... but that's not why I'm here. I wanted to apologize for any unintentional misgiving...

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 Justin rushed to the bridge where the intel said the detonator would be. Standing there was a man, but not the one he expected. "Ms. Swann," the man said without facing him. "I wasn't expecting you. Then again, are you really Ms. Swann? I've been having my doubts lately." He glared at the man with eyes of determination and rage. This was the man responsible for delaying his return to manhood. This was the man intent on bombing innocent civilians for financial gain. This was the man who, if Justin was not careful, would be the reason he spent the rest of his life as the busty woman he was now. He said nothing in response, only pulling out a knife. "So be it," the man said calmly. Justin rushed up the steps to initiate the fight. Despite his age, the man was quite skilled in hand-to-hand combat. And his strength allowed him to quickly overpower Justin. He managed to put Justin in a chokehold, kick a...

Sadie and Brandon were a married couple, and they had been experimenting to keep their relationship interesting. After trying new positions in bed and threesomes, having sex in each other's bodies seemed like the next logical step. They found a nearby swap clinic that took same-day appointments, and an hour later they found themselves as the opposite sex. They immediately went home and took advantage of their new anatomy. Sadie took pride in her newfound strength, and found joy having a large penis to thrust into her husband. Brandon thought it was fun to have boobs, and the pleasure of being deeply penetrated was a feeling like no other. They went again and again, trying every position in every room of the house except their bedroom. After their little experiment, the couple took showers and started getting dressed. Brandon was having a bit of trouble putting on a bra for the first time. Sadie walked by in only a towel. "Hey, can you hand me your shirt?" she asked. Brand...

Ishtar was a disembodied spirit, still drifting through the land of the living. She had long since forgotten her life as an ordinary woman thousands of years ago, but she would occasionally inhabit the bodies of the living for a short time in order to feel human emotions again. Throughout history, a select few were able to recognize her presence if she persisted long enough. Some called her a fertility idol, while others considered her a foreboding omen. Feelings of extreme pain, pleasure, embarrassment, and wonder would attract her towards those experienced it. In the modern day, Ishtar came across a middle-aged woman named Sharon. She was a bodybuilder who made money by posing nude for a stock footage company. When Ishtar possessed Sharon, she never felt more alive. The soreness in her muscles from constant strength training, the longing for sex from her high libido, the titillation from posing nude in front of strangers; it was almost too much to bear. Ishtar's presence in turn ...

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 Stanley's trailer didn't offer much in regards to a shower, but it least it was a private space with access to running water. He scrubbed himself down, careful to be gentle on his thinner, softer skin. He quickly learned how sensitive breasts were to the touch. Spatial awareness was always something to keep in mind, lest he wanted to bruise himself on every visit to the bathroom. While he was drying off his body, a thought occurred to him. The broken window to his right faced a wall, but the one with blinds faced toward the street outside, and he was in a woman's body now. He remembered hearing voices earlier, and the street he parked on did have a number of families with children. He was used to going around shirtless unashamed, so he didn't think anything of it at the time. Now it occurred to him he may have been flashing his breasts at all the teenage boys walking home from school. A wave of embarrassment flowed over him, and he instinctually...

Part 1 , Part 2 After a few days of tests, Stanley was allowed to leave the hospital and go home. Or at least, what he called his home. He wasn't the richest dude (or woman) in the world, and he currently lived out of a crappy trailer parked on the side of the road. But it had a comfy couch, a TV, and a kitchenette, so he could make do until his luck turned around. Not knowing what to do with his life, Stanley just tossed and turned on the couch trying to get comfortable. He was extremely conscious of the mounds of fat on his chest, so sleeping on his stomach was no longer an option. Wearing pants also made him feel claustrophobic, as it reminded him of his wider hips and missing appendage. He just laid there in a makeshift tank top and panties. At least he could fully fit on the couch now. Being a middle-aged woman, Stanley started becoming overtly concerned with his outward appearance. He began to be obsessed with skin care products, even having a few shipped to nearby houses, wh...

Part 1 "Is it true then?" Stanley asked the psychologist. "I'm stuck like this? The doctors can't fix my old body?" The man just nodded in silence. "Well isn't that nice," Stanley said sarcastically while touching his heart. In reality he was struggling to hold back tears. He felt like his life was stolen from him, even if he was still alive. And he couldn't blame the person responsible because she was dead and he had taken her place. He hadn't moved since Roland left. He was still sitting in bed, undressed beneath the sheets, surrounded by a replica of his old, tiny apartment. "But I am here to help you with whatever you need," the man assured him. "I have experience with people who have transitioned, detransitioned, and who have their lost sexual organs due to accidents or abuse. I know this is not the same, but you are the first patient in this situation. It will help to hear your thoughts. Would you tell me what are y...

Stanley woke up in the bedroom of his old apartment with a severe headache. He had no idea how he got here. As his vision regained focus, he saw his friend, Roland, sitting at his bedside. On instinct, he pulled the sheets up over his breasts, not realizing his anatomical changes. "What is happening?" he asked. He noticed his voice sounded completely different, much higher pitched than he remembered. His head was still buzzing. "It's alright," Roland replied. "You're perfectly safe and healthy. The headaches will pass. The doctors just thought a familiar face and familiar environment would make it easier to explain what is going on." Stanley lifted up the sheets and saw the body of a naked woman. It may have been the pressure on his head, but he couldn't quite make the mental connection between the memory of his original body what his eyes currently saw. "What am I looking at?" he asked softly. Roland remained calm. "You were in ...