Sissy crossdressing stolen transformation

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You never decided on what you wanted, did you?

Well, unlike you, I did. In fact I had to decide what I wanted. After
all, I could not live a life that was a shadow of what it could be.
Correction… I could not live a life that was a shadow of of what it
should be.

So while you were deciding what you should do, I took your device.
I admit that it was a work of genius. A giant metal box. Something
the size of a closet. You set the settings for what you desire to look
like, and its machinery changes you into them all the way down to a
genetic level so that you match what you permanently become what
you desire.

Oh, I know you were going to use it to give yourself super powers.
And I know that it was a one time use thing. And I know it was
expensive. But you were sounding not only like you couldn’t
decide, and possibly never would.

Thus I set it up. I set it to change the person who entered it into a
female human. Not too tall, nor too short. One with long brown hair
and brown eyes. One who was slender, but still shapely.

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But to play it safe, I left for a bit. I went shopping for clothing to
wear with my new form, and found a beautiful black lacy dress to
wear for after my change. Of course when I left, you had a chance
to make up your mind, change the settings and use the box
yourself.

But you didn’t.

Thus I used the box. And it changed me. I became the girl I always
wished I could be.

I’m sorry I stole your chance to gain super powers. But in return,
you are still a superhero to me. After all, you gave me the chance to
be me, and to be free.

And for that, I will always be thankful.


Sissy jasmine’s crossdressing fiction

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Jasmine trembled in her tall black boots. Since back when she was a he, she had enjoyed cosplay very much. Jackson had gone as Natsu Dragneel, The Flash, and many other heroic figures. However, after her transformation, she couldn’t work up the courage to try it out again….

That was until her friends told her they were going to Anime Con in Boston. They had planned to do a 082 cosplay group. Abby was a genderbent Vegeta, Sean was Trunks, Patrick was Piccolo, Cam was Goku, and Liwie was Bulma. They still needed an Android 18 however….. Jasmine was dreading the day of the convention, but once she got there, things began to look up for her. Everyone she met was complimenting her costume, and she even got to meet Hiro Mashima, one of her personal heroes.

They all had a good time there, leaving with tons of photos and new memories made. By the end of the day, Jasmine couldn‘t help but smile. She was happy her friends had convinced her to go, or else she would’ve never experienced such a good time….


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.


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…


Sissy fiction double chris d

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Warm sunshine poured in through the back of the station wagon as it sped past the
suburban sprawl and Chris felt himself beaming back with satisfaction. It had worked! He
couldn ‘t move yet, the muscle inhibitor still inhabiting his muscles, but as sure as there

if was a young man dolled up next to him in a short summer dress with slutty platform heels
on the ends of a pair of freshly waxed legs, it had worked. The girls up front chattered 4
happily and sang along with rock-radio while he fantasised about what his reward would
be for helping them lure their victim. Sure, it was a small task, slipping the drug into the
guy’s beer, but it had come with a degree of risk. What if he ‘d been spotted?! He ‘d been
surprised when his own body had begun to stiffen up but he ‘d quickly appreciated the
girls ‘ ingenuity. If he appeared to be an equal victim in the scheme, the other guy…the
real target would never suspect that he was in on it. The hot one. Paris maybe. must havc‘
slipped the drug into his beer when she handed it to him and explained her plan. So there
they had been, two guys growing increasing limp against the bar, when the girls came
over. Like anyone picking up a date, they had helped the boys out into the parlu’ng lot and J
begun the transformations in the shade behind their station wagon. Even though he had
by now figured out they were hiding his participation. he was still a little taken aback
when they started taking his clothes off too, replacing his shorts with lacy panties and
waxing his legs…their dedication even went as far as applying make up and a wig. He
was impressed…impressed and excited. If they were willing to go this far now, just
imagine how far they would go to reward him..

The station wagon chugged over a pothole and Christopher wished that his muscles
weren ‘t so stiff so that he could shift into a more comfortable position, or at least move his
bare legs out of the baluing sun… Still, it would be worth it, he was sure: The lengths he
had gone to in order to help reel in the poor sap lying next to him in the leggings and
platform sandals for those girls would definitely not be going unnoticed. They had
approached him in the parlu’ng lot as he was about to enter the bar, two of them..’.young
and unbelievably good-loolu’ng. They had pointed out the one they wanted, they didn ‘t
say why but a flirty wink and a promised reward was all it took. These girls were
something else..’. He didn ‘t know why they didn ‘t just drug the guy themselves…no man in

their right red-blooded mind would be paying too much attention to their pint of beer with
those babes around… Maybe they wanted to reward him, he would have smiled to himself
but the muscle inhibitor kept his cosmetic laden face frozen in place. He hadn ‘t expected
to be drugged too, but he wasn ‘t too shocked either. It was a good plan…two girls and a
guy helping one other man between them would have looked strange…the even numbers

made it more passable. He could have done without being stuffed in a summer dress but it
would be worth it in the end. He heard the girl driving laugh excitedly about a sex
dungeon or something and his mind raced over what they might have planned for the
other guy, he was glad not to be in his heels..‘. The car slowed and seemed to be turning

into a gravel parluing area just as Ahe started to get a little sensation back in his toes.
Excellent…he didn ‘t want to be’numb for his reward.. He lifted one heeled foot slightly to

get the blood flowing and looked forward to getting back in his own clothes.


Sissy fiction double chris d

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Warm sunshine poured in through the back of the station wagon as it sped past the
suburban sprawl and Chris felt himself beaming back with satisfaction. It had worked! He
couldn ‘t move yet, the muscle inhibitor still inhabiting his muscles, but as sure as there

if was a young man dolled up next to him in a short summer dress with slutty platform heels
on the ends of a pair of freshly waxed legs, it had worked. The girls up front chattered 4
happily and sang along with rock-radio while he fantasised about what his reward would
be for helping them lure their victim. Sure, it was a small task, slipping the drug into the
guy’s beer, but it had come with a degree of risk. What if he ‘d been spotted?! He ‘d been
surprised when his own body had begun to stiffen up but he ‘d quickly appreciated the
girls ‘ ingenuity. If he appeared to be an equal victim in the scheme, the other guy…the
real target would never suspect that he was in on it. The hot one. Paris maybe. must havc‘
slipped the drug into his beer when she handed it to him and explained her plan. So there
they had been, two guys growing increasing limp against the bar, when the girls came
over. Like anyone picking up a date, they had helped the boys out into the parlu’ng lot and J
begun the transformations in the shade behind their station wagon. Even though he had
by now figured out they were hiding his participation. he was still a little taken aback
when they started taking his clothes off too, replacing his shorts with lacy panties and
waxing his legs…their dedication even went as far as applying make up and a wig. He
was impressed…impressed and excited. If they were willing to go this far now, just
imagine how far they would go to reward him..

The station wagon chugged over a pothole and Christopher wished that his muscles
weren ‘t so stiff so that he could shift into a more comfortable position, or at least move his
bare legs out of the baluing sun… Still, it would be worth it, he was sure: The lengths he
had gone to in order to help reel in the poor sap lying next to him in the leggings and
platform sandals for those girls would definitely not be going unnoticed. They had
approached him in the parlu’ng lot as he was about to enter the bar, two of them..’.young
and unbelievably good-loolu’ng. They had pointed out the one they wanted, they didn ‘t
say why but a flirty wink and a promised reward was all it took. These girls were
something else..’. He didn ‘t know why they didn ‘t just drug the guy themselves…no man in

their right red-blooded mind would be paying too much attention to their pint of beer with
those babes around… Maybe they wanted to reward him, he would have smiled to himself
but the muscle inhibitor kept his cosmetic laden face frozen in place. He hadn ‘t expected
to be drugged too, but he wasn ‘t too shocked either. It was a good plan…two girls and a
guy helping one other man between them would have looked strange…the even numbers

made it more passable. He could have done without being stuffed in a summer dress but it
would be worth it in the end. He heard the girl driving laugh excitedly about a sex
dungeon or something and his mind raced over what they might have planned for the
other guy, he was glad not to be in his heels..‘. The car slowed and seemed to be turning

into a gravel parluing area just as Ahe started to get a little sensation back in his toes.
Excellent…he didn ‘t want to be’numb for his reward.. He lifted one heeled foot slightly to

get the blood flowing and looked forward to getting back in his own clothes.