My new life.

Jack was born into a world devastated by War. 

Everyone lived underground in enormous caverns, protected from the toxic Wasteland above. 

But this was no paradise; it was a society ruled by women, where men were relegated to second-class citizenship and forced to toil in the mines and factories.

When a child was born female, she was sent to schools, colleges, and hospitals to become a teacher, doctor, scientist, or engineer. 

However, if a boy was born, he was sent to the mines to work in harsh conditions. 

Men were treated kindly and were rewarded for their hard work.

If they fulfilled their duties to the women, they earned loyalty points which could be spent on better food, nicer clothing, or even a night at a brothel with a 69 girl.

No man knows where the 69 girls come from. 

Many men believed these women were merely those who had attempted to rise against the ruling class and were now serving their Punishment.

The truth, known only to a few besides the ruling women, was darker. 

Unfortunately, Jack was about to discover the harsh reality firsthand because of his outspoken defiance of the overlords. 

When imprisonment, re-education, and Punishment failed to suppress him, the authorities decided to impose the ultimate Punishment: they would transform him into a "69 girl."

His eyes widened in horror as he realised that the women were not simply women; they were men who had somehow been transformed into women and sent to the brothels to satisfy men's desires.

He was taken to a lab where he was laid in a metal sarcophagus with wires attached to his head to extract his consciousness. 

His consciousness was downloaded into a cloned Body specifically designed for sex work, complete with wide hips, long legs, big breasts, and kissable lips.

He was informed that if he behaved, did as he was told, and refrained from speaking out against the regime or attempting to escape, he would be treated kindly, fairly, and cared for. 

If not, he would be cast back into the mines to face the harsh fate that would befallen a woman alone and surrounded by men who had no self-control when it came to their primal urges.

Jack was taken down to the 13th level and put to work in the brothel.

His Virginity was sold to a fat, smelly man who was more than willing to take it and revel in Jack's pain and anguish. 

Now branded a 69er, Jack kept his opinions to himself, understanding that the world outside the brothel was dangerous and frightening—one where he would not survive. 

It was best, he concluded, to comply, earn points, and strive to make his new life as comfortable as possible.

Was I a good wife?

Tony, I should say Michelle, 75 years old now, stood looking out to sea, waiting for his granddaughter and great-grandchildren to turn up for a day at the seaside, with Grandma/great-grandma. 

He could not help thinking back to his husband, Frank, who had died three years ago and how this was their favourite spot when they were catching. 

He could not help thinking back to that strange, marvellous day when the great change in his life had occurred, and he had become a woman.

Back then, he hated being a woman; he could never have imagined falling in Love, marrying, or becoming a mother. 

But over time, his Body and mind became one, and he softened in heart towards his new emotions, feelings, and desires. 

He had experienced extraordinary Love as a woman, but when he met Frank, he knew this Love was different. 

He somehow knew from the first time he met him that this was the man he would marry, the man whose children he would have, the man he would spend his life with. 

As he stood there watching the seagulls fly over the crashing waves, he said a silent prayer to Frank, hoping he had been a good, loyal, loving wife to him. 

He was brought back to reality when he heard a child shouting, "Great-grandma, we are here. "He looked at his great-grandchildren, his granddaughter, and his Daughter.

He was so happy they had all come down to see him for the day. 

The cat burglar.

Looking at me now with blonde hair, big tits, and a ginormous baby bump, you would not believe I used to be a man and a cat burglar. 

I was hired to break into the private collection of a very wealthy man and retrieve certain items. 

The job went perfectly. 

I got all the items, and even something from my own private collection that wasn't on the list: a golden statue of a big-breasted, pregnant goddess.  

Little did I know when I got back to my apartment after dropping off the stolen items with the fence, finally touching the Idol with my own ungloved hand and putting it in my own private collection, that the Idol would work its secret magic and turn me into a pregnant woman. 

After waking up as a pregnant woman, I went through so many different stages of panic, stress, and confusion.  I have to pull myself together. 

I peed like a horse before slipping on sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt that barely covered my baby bump.  

I struggled to get my feet into a pair of trainers and tie them, with the bump always in the way.

I took the idle, which for some reason I felt was the cause of my misfortune, to a friend of mine. 

After some tears, panic, and screaming, I managed to get him to accept my story and who I was. 

I put the Idol down on his counter, and as he picked it up, he told me it was a very powerful talisman of motherhood and fertility. 

He told me to return it to the person who stole it from, and maybe they could help. 

I returned to the house where I had stolen so many items the other night and found the old man had not even reported them stolen. 

I explained who I was, what I had done, and what I had taken, and he just smiled at me. 

He told me every item in his collection had its own protective charm and would make the person who held it, without his permission, suffer and bring it back to him. 

I begged him to reverse what the fertility symbol had done to me, but he just looked at me and told me there was nothing he could do.

I was a woman,  and I was pregnant, and I was going to give birth to a healthy baby,  and I was going to raise it as a loving mother would. 

I imagine myself struggling as a single mother living in my tiny bachelor apartment, going through my savings, unable to work because of the baby, and struggling. 

The old man could see the dilemma in my eyes and offered me a solution. 

I am now his housekeeper and his bed warmer, and we are raising my child together in his strange, peculiar home filled with items that are not what they seem. 

My first job.

Tony had never felt so vulnerable, so small, so delicate, so out of place than he did inside this woman's body. 

Despite all his training and his preparedness for this mission, he was still not prepared for the mental and physical shock of being a woman.

The entire body was fueled by pure estrogen madness. 

He found himself so emotional that one minute he was crying, the next he was as horny as a wild beast. 

His first 24 hours inside his new body before the start of his mission were spent in tears and masturbation. 

He said goodbye to his colleagues and his body with the real woman's consciousness inside, knowing they would be watching from a distance and headed out to start his mission, the mistress of one of the most powerful gangsters in town. This man did not like being deceived and had a reputation as a fierce, energetic lover.

My story.

How I became a woman, a wife & mother.

Let me start by saying I would never have chosen this path in life if it were not thrust upon me. 

I was a happy single man with a good job and plenty of years ahead of me to find a wife and start a family. 

But a cosmic event had other things in store for me. 

I woke up as a pregnant woman in an apartment I did not recognise, terrified and alone. 

Everything was alien and strange to me.

My body was not my own, and something was growing inside it. 

I will admit I broke down and cried for a good two hours in pure terror and distress. 

Luckily for me, the woman whose body I was in shifted with somebody inside her own apartment building.

She was now a man.

She made her way back to her apartment and her body and found me in tears and distress. 

Over the next few hours, we got to know each other, and she told me what a marvellous thing was happening inside my body now.

I was too frightened to go back to my own apartment, and she was scared to let me go out in my condition. 

Over the next two days, I learned how to pee as a woman, how to wash as a woman & how to dress as a woman.

My pregnant belly did not help, or the hormones that were raging through my body.

We registered that we were victims of the great shift. 

I was given special treatment because of my condition, and they made sure I and the baby were healthy and safe. 

I was still frightened to go back to my own apartment alone, and she did not want me to go.

So I moved in with her.

She helped me adapt and adjust to being a woman and being pregnant. 

She bought me all new maternity clothes.

We set up a nursery together. 

She came to birthing classes with me and helped me through my lessons. 

I was now 6 months pregnant.

I had masturbated in her body & she had in mine.

But now I was so horny I had to have the real thing.

I went to her and told her I wanted her to make love to me.

So I would know what it was like to be fucked and loved by a man.

We did it that night.

I was so big by now, we had to find positions that were good for me and him and comfortable for the baby.

Three days later, my waters broke, and she was there in the delivery room when I gave birth to this child, and we knew we loved each other. 

A year after giving birth to our child, we got married, and I became a wife and a stay-at-home mom, and I'm happy to tell you all that I am expecting my second.

You bastard! By Rhodry

Have you ever had the desire that, feeling you were cheated because of the way things are, that you work, your talents are overlooked and used because you don't have the right stuff? In a moment of disgust, maybe hope you wish if you were the guy things would be different. When morning arrives you find that your desires have come true. But everything was going great as she is a guy now. But if she is a guy, what happens to the guy you were you switch with. And does it to him becomes her, she, the thing didn't go positive to him/her he/she had to learn to be a girl, in short, be pretend to be her. And do her job.

Just give it a go

 

The confused husband.

What makes you think I would be into this? 

What made you think I would want this? 

I don't care you have unresolved sexual issues. 

I am your husband, not your horny teenage lover. 

Why did you dress me up as a Schoolgirl after I transformed? 

Is this some sort of sick weird fantasy of yours? 

All I want to know is when will this all be over. 

What do you mean you do not know. 

What do you mean it was experimental. 

You got this from the lab where you worked and tested it on me. 

I don't care that it worked on monkeys.

You better find a way to undo this by Monday morning, or you'll have to explain a lot to your boss because I am not keeping my mouth shut about this. 

The horny wife.

I know you are upset.

I know it was wrong of me to do this without asking you.

But please just give it a go for the weekend.

Won't you let me just live out one of my fantasies?

I promise you you will enjoy it.

I promise you when I have finished with your pussy you will never want to give it up.

I promise you that if you're still unhappy by Monday and have not turned back, I will do everything I can to find a solution.

So what do you say?

 I eat your pussy out?