Curves inc vs tg corp crossdressing fiction

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For the longest time, the professional geneticists and surgeons that had poured their blood, sweat
and tears into building Curves Inc. into the powerhouse in gender change technology had tried
their best to tolerate TG Corp. They engaged in charity donations, sought out those who best
needed their services, and ensured that the level of care a customer could expect was tip top and
top notch. As for TG Corp., there was little love lost between them, an all male company in the
business of making women.. . Something had to be done about the board of directors.

For years they had chosen unwilling targets, broken apart marriages, and birthed a whole genera-
tion of sex starved, nymphomatic, young women. Something had to be done. The head of Curves
Inc. put their best men and women to the task of assembling a means of giving them a taste of
their own medicine. It didn’t take long before they turned to a less than surgical response. A babe
bomb had been theorised, a mechanical contraption filled with so much genetic transition material
that everyone within the blast radius would be transformed into a sexy woman, but the Curves sci-
entists had outdone themselves once more.

A babe bomb could, potentially, damage property and buildings, which was not the Curves way.
So the most elegant of solutions was devised. Instead of bottling that much transformation power
into a weapon, they could put it into a person. A person filled to the brim with the stuff that made
men tremble and turn into women. A volunteer was needed, but once he was laden with the stuff,
transformed of course into a woman himself, it was go time. The plan went off without a hitch.
The woman made her way to the TG Corp buildings in downtown Manhattan, and ensured she
was as far inside as possible, not wanting to cause any disturbance outside. Curves spies made
sure the front and back doors were locked before she entered the elevator. She settled on the
twentieth floor, and then set about her work. The transformation exchange was simple, anyone
who so much as breathed in a cell from her body would transform within a matter of seconds into
a sexy woman, and then the virus would be passed on from there. With a half life of two minutes,
it was hard to expect that there would be much of a reach outside the building. Within moments of
arriving at her target, the floor was agog with moaning women, and men struggling to escape, or
beat back the transformation that would soon consume them.

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She sat there, casually tidying her nails, as the moans of horror and pleasure slowly made their
way upward and downward, until they fell into a satisfied or stunned silence. By the third hour,
even those who had been hiding had been infected, bursting through their clothes with hips and
boobs growing, and then falling into the mad pile of burgeoning sexuality.


Tgirls perfect day crossdressing fiction

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Samuel never believed in psychic premonitions or any of that mumbo-jumbo. So it took him completely by
surprise when he saw the vintage dress for sale at the consignment shop, and he knew, he just knew, that
he’d just laid eyes on the perfect dress for the perfect woman. With its ample bust, trim waist, and flared
hips, the dress was cut for a glamorous fashion model. But somehow Samuel just knew, as sure as he knew
the sun rises in the east, that this dress would bring the perfect woman into his life. So he bought it on the
spot and took it home.

Later that night, Samuel laid the dress out on his bed. Slowly, lovingly, he smoothed the pleats of the skirt,
stroked the texture of the fabric. This dress was perfect. How could it ever be otherwise? He loved it, and he
knew, when the time came, he would love her. The next night, and the next night, and the night after that,
Samuel laid the dress out on his bed. He touched it, and stroked it, and caressed its light, rich fabric.

I will know her when she comes to me,” Samuel whispered to the dress. “And when she is mine, you will be
hers.”

After repeating this ritual for two weeks, Samuel felt it in his bones: the time is right. He didn’t know what
that meant. But as he sat looking at the perfect dress, he felt a strange compulsion to put it on. That couldn’t
be right, he thought. He was much too big to fit into this dress. He couldn’t risk damaging it. He needed it to
stay perfect for the perfect woman, when she finally came. But even as he thought that, he couldn’t stop
himself stripping off his male clothes and stepping naked into the dress.

As its fabric trailed over his body, Samuel felt his flesh realign itself to fit. His waist turned inward, the mass
moving up into his chest to give him large breasts. His arms and legs lengthened, tapered, and his hips flared
out. His shoulders squared up, and his neck grew long, swan-like. His male genitals rearranged themselves.
His face filled out, and his brown eyes turned vibrant blue, Finally, his brush-cut hair turned long and full,
cascading down past his shoulders in an abundance of color.

Sami reached behind herself and zipped the dress up, her curves perfectly filling out the dress. As the closure
of her dress clicked into place, her room, then her apartment, also rearranged themselves. Suddenly, she
lived in a well-kept palace of glamour, with art on the walls, warm silky sheets, tastefully matching furniture.
Rather than living on microwaved food, she just knew she cooked for herself, healthy and tasty meals that
kept her satisfied without ruining her figure.

She just knew. It had always been this way.

Sami stood gazing at herself in the full-length mirror. It was even better than she could have expected. She
couldn’t stop touching her face, her body, her dress. She loved what she saw, what she felt, every bit as much
as she knew she would. The dress fit like it was tailored for her. or like she was tailored for it.

I was right,” Sami whispered at her reflection. “The perfect dress for the perfect woman.”


Sissy fiction whatever happened to bernie flashback

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This week’s Flashback is a look at the once ambitious young businessman Bernie, who after taking a room at Mrs. Paulsen ‘s house as a lodger found himself becoming pinker and pinker until finally Brittany was born. Now after
months under his landlady’s spell, Bernie/Brittany has someone new to deal with, Mrs. Paulsen ‘s brand new lodger, Caleb.

Brittany gazed glumly at the pastel shades and wooden decor of her new room. Long gone were the vibrant pinks that had once crafted her walls and colored her life, long gone were the rose textures that she had woken up to
everyday and admired, breathed in, even loved. No that was all Caleb ‘s now. The new lingerie matched the room’s drab interior fike funeral wear. Sure it was soft, elegant even, but the dark nylon underwear that hugged her body
did little to lift her mood. Fifty shades of bleurgghhmnot fike the bright Barbie- esque fabrics that had once dressed her, not like those which now encased Caleb ‘s boyish body. She saw them, everyday, she saw them, fike torture, Mrs. flaulsen would come up to dress them and Brittany would see the pink silks in the washing basket and pray they were for her. Mrs. Paulsen would smile curtly and hand over something dark and wander off once again with the basket in hand, off to her new favorite.

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Time passed and from her new room Brittany watched the days grow longer as summer approached. Mrs. Paulsen seemed on the verge of ecstasy as she prepared for the return of her beloved daughter, Sophie, from university.
There were pictures of the young student everywhere and Brittany could see the resemblance that Mrs. Paulsen had mentioned between the two of them, there was also an odd similarity with Caleb ‘s androgynous features, odd since
he was after all a boy. Mrs. Paulsen began to clear space in the wardrobe of Brittany ‘s rooms and just a few days before Sophie ‘s scheduled return, she made up the huge wooden four poster bed for two people rather than just one.
Now just a day before Sophie’s homecoming, Brittany sat on the end of the bed once again clad in black lingerie, hugging the breastforms that Mrs. Paulsen had promised to replace and applying think dark makeup fit for a
wake. She sneered bitterly, Caleb probably thought the changes were being made for Sophie, he ‘d see, he ‘d see who Mrs. Paulsen’s true favorite was all along when Sophie took his place in the pink room, he ‘d see that he was just like Brittany, except of course he was a boy…


Sissy fiction whatever happened to bernie flashback

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This week’s Flashback is a look at the once ambitious young businessman Bernie, who after taking a room at Mrs. Paulsen ‘s house as a lodger found himself becoming pinker and pinker until finally Brittany was born. Now after
months under his landlady’s spell, Bernie/Brittany has someone new to deal with, Mrs. Paulsen ‘s brand new lodger, Caleb.

Brittany gazed glumly at the pastel shades and wooden decor of her new room. Long gone were the vibrant pinks that had once crafted her walls and colored her life, long gone were the rose textures that she had woken up to
everyday and admired, breathed in, even loved. No that was all Caleb ‘s now. The new lingerie matched the room’s drab interior fike funeral wear. Sure it was soft, elegant even, but the dark nylon underwear that hugged her body
did little to lift her mood. Fifty shades of bleurgghhmnot fike the bright Barbie- esque fabrics that had once dressed her, not like those which now encased Caleb ‘s boyish body. She saw them, everyday, she saw them, fike torture, Mrs. flaulsen would come up to dress them and Brittany would see the pink silks in the washing basket and pray they were for her. Mrs. Paulsen would smile curtly and hand over something dark and wander off once again with the basket in hand, off to her new favorite.

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Time passed and from her new room Brittany watched the days grow longer as summer approached. Mrs. Paulsen seemed on the verge of ecstasy as she prepared for the return of her beloved daughter, Sophie, from university.
There were pictures of the young student everywhere and Brittany could see the resemblance that Mrs. Paulsen had mentioned between the two of them, there was also an odd similarity with Caleb ‘s androgynous features, odd since
he was after all a boy. Mrs. Paulsen began to clear space in the wardrobe of Brittany ‘s rooms and just a few days before Sophie ‘s scheduled return, she made up the huge wooden four poster bed for two people rather than just one.
Now just a day before Sophie’s homecoming, Brittany sat on the end of the bed once again clad in black lingerie, hugging the breastforms that Mrs. Paulsen had promised to replace and applying think dark makeup fit for a
wake. She sneered bitterly, Caleb probably thought the changes were being made for Sophie, he ‘d see, he ‘d see who Mrs. Paulsen’s true favorite was all along when Sophie took his place in the pink room, he ‘d see that he was just like Brittany, except of course he was a boy…


Crossdresser fictionthe betrayal of lara lake

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Detectives Rocky Law and taro Lake stood just inside the derelict room to which
they ‘d been summoned. The abandoned building was declared safe but with
splintered wood and bare electrical wiring everywhere, it looked anything but…
Across the room, standing beside the old public telephone that had been used
to call them, stalked a feminine figure dressed in pale leather. blonde locks
flowing over tanned shoulders. Another one, they could only assume… Lara
spotted a small tape-recorder with an accompanying white feather lying on the
bare floorboards in front of them and before her partner could stop her, she
gleefully scooped in up and pressed play…

Dear Anton, i wont to play a game. For nearly an year now you have been
running a tidy little scum, renting out apartments that don ‘t exist in buildings
that aren ‘t in use to unsuspecting saps. By the time anyone realises, you are
long gone with their deposibleaving their wollets as empty as your promises.
You might have thought advertising in neighborhoods with low English fluency
was a safe route…easy money…risk-free…so how about we moire things a Httle
tougher for you? You have been fitted with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit
that in four hours will bond permanently to your skin, unlessuunless, you
complete a very special task forme. This quaintlittleroomis missing some
torrents, don’t you think tliow about wearronge a little showing tlwont you to
call the pollee…speciflcally Detectives Rocky Law and taro Lake. You shouldn ‘t
have to ask twice, they know all about my little games. At least you should
hope not because if they ‘re not here in four hours, you ‘ll be doing more than
just letting that cute little body I’ve put you in…

I did it…they’re here!!’ the woman that was apparently Anton began to call
out to noone in particular as the two detectives stared at each other in surprise.
Had they wolked into a trap? Without warning, the slender babe started to
writhe and convulse, shaking and tearing at her own flesh as Rocky and Laro
realised they were watching the definitive end of Anton ’s life as a man. He let
out a terrified scream, trembling in horror before finally it was over and he was
staring at his audience blonkly through defeated eyes.

Looks like someone’s sold you a lie… ‘ Lara smirked at the clearly devastated
criminal. Rocky gestured to her to be quiet but she ignored him and began to
stroll towards Anton, a mocking expression pasted across her face. ‘I must say I
approve of your ‘renovations’… ‘ The fraudster seemed to scowl with his angelic
new face and with a burst of movement, he stumbled on his ridiculous platform
heels over to the fuse box to his right and slammed down the master lever,
plunging the entire building into thick darkness. Moments later there were two
heavy thud sos the detectives slurnped to the floor sedated…