Tg caption crossdressing fiction not dreaming

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Kylie had to really feel them to know that what see was seeing was real and that she was not dreaming. After knowing that what she saw was real she needed a minute to adjust to the new situation. Because when last night started she was Kyle. He remembers that he took a girl home but after that everything is one big
blur.

Now 5 e is aving eminine curves, wearing gir s on . erwear an . aving ong air
and a soft girlish skin. But Kylie has to admit that she is very pleased with the
change.

What has happened was not important for her. But how she could explore the new
possibilities in the best manner was now running through her mind because she had
to adapt to new fashion, new behaviors, new feelings and even to new relations.


Crossdressing fiction one of the t-girls

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Inst a pill. inst a pill and then I’ll be a woman? I never knew it could be that easy. Should it be that
easy? Should it be that easy to change your entire person, your entire life. in a matter of seconds?
The pills themselves were a work in progress. and the company marketing them had a contract as
thick as a phone book for me to sign. and the litany of risks that catne with any procedure like that
was enough to make tny head spin. I wasn’t even sure if that was what I wanted. or if I was maybe
going too far looking for somewhere to belong. I still hadn’t tried chess club yet, leaping into anoth-
er body. potentially dangerously, definitely permanently. was a huge decision for an eighteen year
old to make. That was what tnade it so surprising when I felt the slight resistance of pen on paper,
and then the flourish of a signature. My life. signed away. but my soul. hopefully free.

I’d been told the transformation was often rather severe in terms of discomfort, so I was happy that I
managed to remain unconscious throughout. Succumbing to the anaesthetic. I felt my body fade and
my mind separate from space and time, stretching ever upward. kissing the stars and twirling ever
onward. I felt as if I’d died. and there was no evidence to the contrary. not until the unholy brighb
ness flickered through an absentminded gap in my eyelids. filled the front of my brain with a numb.
dull. pain. and woke me into the life of a woman.

The first thing I remember is being heavy. No. Not so much heavy as my weight being distributed
strangely. It was my chest. which had budded and then some into quite the generous endowment.
Sitting up was a struggle with them inst iutting out into the air. I’d never considered how it might
feel. I’d only sort of had the picture in my head of what it might be like. There was blonde hair rest-
ing on my shoulders. there was a beautiful woman in the mirror across from me. and to my complete
astonishment. she had a smile on her face.

I was given six weeks of further treatment at the facility. wherein my vitals were maintained and an
ongoing psychiatric evaluation had been booked. I didn’t think I needed one, but on the recommen-
dation of my doctor. I finally caved and agreed to see the shrink. They’d set me up with a new ward-
robe. and my apartment had been scrubbed of any signals of my previous life. This wasn’t a callous
or overreaching measure. just a natural one. I needed to move on as there was no way to reverse the Y
chromosome removal. and living in the shadow of a lost life was no way to continue.

With the all clear. I was able to leave the hospital. but not without some considerable steeling of my
nerves. Wearing the body of a woman… No… Living as a woman, was going to be the greatest chal-
lenge I’d ever encountered. and staying inside for a little while longer was so tnuch easier than
having to admit what I’d done to myself. While feeling very naked. alone and frightened. I walked
through the automatic doors at the head of the facility, and took my first step into the real world. It
smelled different. slightly bland compared to the chemicals of the hospital. I took a mental picture
to remember the tnoment, because from then on I wasn’t coming back.


Transgender fiction i love bad boy to girl

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I was falling for my worst enemy. I’d have thought the transformation into a woman would have
been the strangest thing that ever happened to me. But sitting across from him at our private
dining table, laughing at his jokes, and staring into his baby blue eyes, all that bottled hatred
of the years was slowly flowing away. I couldn’t help but just feel he was so sweet and so
hardworking and so perfect. When he asked to see me again Ijumped at the chance, even
though the evening was far from over.

We had a few drinks together, drawing our bodies closer and closer in the deafening cacopho-
ny of the nightclub. We laughed and snorted and giggled in the limo on our way back to his
place. We kissed and touched and connected in his cavernous mansion. I gasped and moaned
and tensed as we made love. Again and again and again. By morning we’d promised to spend
the next day together, and then the next and the next. Days turned to weeks. He managed to
swing me a job as a ring girl, one of the models who cheers the fighters. He’d kiss me so lov-
ingly before each round. He won them all. He won me.

Weeks turned to months. We moved in together, he bought me anything I could have ever
wanted. He saw to it that I wanted for nothing, and we spent our days laughing and loving to-
gether. I’d never been so perfectly content in all my life. He found me familiar, but never once
clocked l was the person he’d treated so awfully in our youth. He spoke about me though, the
real me, when we were alone once. About how he regretted his anger as a kid, his hatred, his
inadequacy. It was then I realised just how similar we were. I told him to stop worrying. Wher-
ever the kid he’d bullied was, I was sure that he didn’t mind any more.

And I didn’t.

We married a year to the day after our meeting. My dad walked me down the aisle, proud as
punch of his beautiful daughter in her white wedding dress. My husband stood so tall and so
strong and so perfect, and the kiss we shared endured a lifetime. We moved around the globe
for our honeymoon, never staying anywhere a moment longer than we wanted.

And then we settled down. I wanted to give something back to him. I gave him two children. A
boy first, then a girl second. He loved me through the pregnancy, he shared the labours, and
he shared the responsibility. I thanked god every day for bringing him to me, and I to him. He
saved me from my old life, he saved me from what I’d been. And I loved him for it. I loved
him so hard.

The greatest gift we shared however was our promise. We would spend our lives together, one
soul shared between two bodies. It was all we’d ever been, two sides of the same coin. Such a
beautiful thought, lying in bed together knowing we were the same. Our hands intertwined. Our
hearts beating as one.

When I was a kid I’d never known I would grow up to love someone. I’d never known I would
find my soulmate. I would never know that hate would be such an easy thing to defeat, or that
love would be so perfectly possible to drown yourself in.

I love him.

I love my worst enemy.


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Sissy crossdressing fiction one of the girl night

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So there I was, two months after becoming a girl, on the dance floor, surrounded by beau-
tiful women professing to being my friends, with a man way too close to me. I could smell
his aftershave, and feel the warmth coming from his body. I wasn’t sure how I felt about
him. His handsomeness was intoxicating, every time I looked at him I got more confused,
and the more I felt his warmth, the more I began to feel something blooming within.

He bought me a drink, I accepted, not knowing how to decline in a situation of complete
embarrassment and fear, so I took the glass, and felt myself smiling while we clinked
them together. The alcohol made me feel a lot less scared, and a lot more confident. I
wanted… I felt like I wanted… I needed to kiss him. Or I needed him to kiss me. It was too
much for me otherwise, being so pent up and alone as a woman, I needed him to help me
relieve some of the stress.

I don’t know where the thoughts were coming from, but they were coming, a lot. He
caught my eye again and again, and before long he took my hand, and brought me closer.
I could feel my boobs pressing up against his chest, the hard, unyielding mass of his mus-
culature, and then the soft press of his lips to mine. My eyes closed, and I gave in to him,
he’d won me, and we embraced, kissing again and again, letting the rhythm sway us side
to side. This got a reaction from my friends, but I didn’t care, they’d brought me there.

I was loathe to let him drive me anywhere, but he offered to help me home in the taxi,
before definitely positively absolutely leaving. I didn’t want a guy coming into my apart-
ment, not so soon after the change, but I thought I might be able to stomach a kiss at the
door, before I went off to bed. I was so tired and yet so electric from the events of the day.
l didn’t know what I was going to do with myself once the door was closed. I was so hot
and bothered! A guy had kissed me! I’d let him! I’d kissed him back!

The taxi didn’t wait for him once he got out to say goodbye, which was funny, but at the
same time it left the two of us on the doorstep with nowhere to go. It was as if something
was trying to curse me, as the heavens opened and the rain began to pour. I couldn’t ex-
actly let him get wet could I?

l-le complemented me on my place, and then I tried to just wait out the rain, checking out
the window for any change. I never noticed him behind me. Then I noticed him pressing
up against my back, and the hardness, though not his chest this time. I froze with fear,
but he kept it going, caressing me, slowly removing my dress, and then turning me
around. I’d never felt so perfectly vulnerable in all my life. He took my by the hand, and
knowing exactly the right way to do everything, changed my life forever.

1 was sore the next morning, but never about my choice to become a woman.


Sissy crossdressing fiction one of the girl night

crossdress

So there I was, two months after becoming a girl, on the dance floor, surrounded by beau-
tiful women professing to being my friends, with a man way too close to me. I could smell
his aftershave, and feel the warmth coming from his body. I wasn’t sure how I felt about
him. His handsomeness was intoxicating, every time I looked at him I got more confused,
and the more I felt his warmth, the more I began to feel something blooming within.

He bought me a drink, I accepted, not knowing how to decline in a situation of complete
embarrassment and fear, so I took the glass, and felt myself smiling while we clinked
them together. The alcohol made me feel a lot less scared, and a lot more confident. I
wanted… I felt like I wanted… I needed to kiss him. Or I needed him to kiss me. It was too
much for me otherwise, being so pent up and alone as a woman, I needed him to help me
relieve some of the stress.

I don’t know where the thoughts were coming from, but they were coming, a lot. He
caught my eye again and again, and before long he took my hand, and brought me closer.
I could feel my boobs pressing up against his chest, the hard, unyielding mass of his mus-
culature, and then the soft press of his lips to mine. My eyes closed, and I gave in to him,
he’d won me, and we embraced, kissing again and again, letting the rhythm sway us side
to side. This got a reaction from my friends, but I didn’t care, they’d brought me there.

I was loathe to let him drive me anywhere, but he offered to help me home in the taxi,
before definitely positively absolutely leaving. I didn’t want a guy coming into my apart-
ment, not so soon after the change, but I thought I might be able to stomach a kiss at the
door, before I went off to bed. I was so tired and yet so electric from the events of the day.
l didn’t know what I was going to do with myself once the door was closed. I was so hot
and bothered! A guy had kissed me! I’d let him! I’d kissed him back!

The taxi didn’t wait for him once he got out to say goodbye, which was funny, but at the
same time it left the two of us on the doorstep with nowhere to go. It was as if something
was trying to curse me, as the heavens opened and the rain began to pour. I couldn’t ex-
actly let him get wet could I?

l-le complemented me on my place, and then I tried to just wait out the rain, checking out
the window for any change. I never noticed him behind me. Then I noticed him pressing
up against my back, and the hardness, though not his chest this time. I froze with fear,
but he kept it going, caressing me, slowly removing my dress, and then turning me
around. I’d never felt so perfectly vulnerable in all my life. He took my by the hand, and
knowing exactly the right way to do everything, changed my life forever.

1 was sore the next morning, but never about my choice to become a woman.


Crossdressing today

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As the drugs finally began to pass out of her system, Alex awoke with a start to unfamiliar sur-

roundings. Where she had been expecting to wake up, as she did traditionally, in her own bed, she

found that this was not the case. Instead she was in a dark room, with a splitting headache, and an

enormous unease throughout her whole body.

Reaching up with an arm, she felt the smoothest she had ever felt. Her skin was so soft she almost

thought that it was someone else’s arm she was touching. Sitting up even further, she began to

realise the headache was in fact a neck ache, and the two reasons for that began to pull down on

her. She hurriedly reached up, as her hands collided with two enormous breasts jutting out from

where there had been once hard muscle. It was here she stifled a scream, not knowing whether it

was safe to reveal her consciousness. The past few hours were completely hazy, but she still knew

who she was, who she was supposed to be, and how wrong this whole situation was.

“Strange isn’t it?” came a voice from the darkness. It filled her with such an exquisite fear she

shuddered. “Finding that life isn’t what you’d imagined it would be. I don’t think you woke up this

morning thinking you’d be mine… but look at where we’ve ended up.”

While the words were shocking and terrible, the voice itself was that of someone she knew, some-

one she trusted. Someone she had trusted. It was Tony, her best childhood friend. A bookish nerd

who had obviously deviated from the path they had shared once. Alex grabbed the sheets on the

bed and covered herself, unsure of how much the figure in the darkness could make out.

“Tony?” she tried, realising how breathy and female her voice had become. “Is that you?”

“It was me…” came the reply. “But the Tony you know is dead, replaced by someone significantly

more in control of his situation.”

She felt the weight of the mattress shift as her host sat down close to her. She could hear his

breathing.

“W’e were best friends, we were going to hang out forever… We were going to be successful and

the world would be our oyster. That is… Until I realised that was something you’d never share

with me.”

Alex had no idea what that meant.

“Tony? 1 don’t understand…”

“YOU ABANDONED ME!” Tony shouted, before composing himself. “We were two sides of the

same coin Alex, you were strong and charming and handsome, and I was everything else. Thank

god I was smart, but I’m everything you’re not. Now I’ve only completed the chain. I’m a man, and

you’re a woman. My woman to be specific.”

“You don’t have to do this Tony, I can help you…”

“Oh, it’s too late for that. Too late to change back too, I gave you so much of that serum it’s a

wonder you’re even still in there. You should have forgotten everything by now, consumed by the

pleasure… the female pleasure…”

Alex felt the prickle of electricity across her skin. Her thigh was being stroked by an unfamiliar

hand. She shifted her weight away, but not before she let out a brief breath. A stifled moan.

“It won’t be long now… It won’t be long before you forget yourself… It won’t be long before you’re

mine…