u/no7-7oday

Everyone in my family was angry because I accepted my dad's rich friend's proposal to feminize myself and be his girlfriend after my sister rejected him for being a "dirty old creep." They tried to convince me it was crazy, but ever since I agreed, I spent every day getting dolled up, relaxing, or on vacation. Honestly, I was a little worried about having sex with him, but it turns out it's not bad at all. He's very good and confident in bed, knows how to treat a woman, and I always end up a mewling mess.

I would say my life is perfect now, but that wouldn't be true: The only problem is that my family practically stopped talking to me, except for my brother. Nobody wants to know anything about me until I reconsider this "crazy" thing I'm doing.
When my brother came to visit, he fell in love with my lifestyle and couldn't believe my travel and sex stories, so much so that he ended up begging me to give him an x-change pill and introduce him to one of my sugar daddy's friends so that he could experience the same thing.

He even promised to sit down my parents and talk em into the benefits of the lifestyle and how what I was doing "wasn't that big of a deal" before I fulfill my end of the bargain.
Joke's on them, I guess.

Going out with him is intoxicating. Whenever we arrive somewhere, it feels like they're hosting a celebrity because he's a legendary racer. Sure, the clothes I have to wear are a little revealing for my taste, but when they see me in front of his car, I get everyone's attention, and it feels a little addictive.

The best part, however, is riding with him in the car during the races. Finally experiencing winning a race, even if it's from the passenger seat, is incredibly exciting. Not to mention the celebration afterward 😏

I was supposed to do this for I was supposed to do this for a week and get my lost car back, but I lost count about a month ago and stopped caring about it...a week and get my lost car back, but I lost count about a month ago and, to be honest. I stopped caring about it...

Todos en mi familia estaban enojados porque acepte la propuesta del amigo rico de papá para feminizarme y ser su novia después de que mi hermana lo rechazara por "viejo verde y desubicado". Trataron de convencerme que era una locura, pero desde que acepte me paso todos los días poniéndome linda, relajándome o de vacaciones. Honestamente me preocupaba un poco tener sexo con el pero resulta que no esta nada mal, el es muy bueno y seguro en la cama, sabe muy bien como tratar una mujer y siempre termino acabando a chorros.

Diría que mi vida es perfecta ahora pero no seria cierto: El único problema es que mi familia prácticamente dejo de hablarme, con excepción de mi hermano nadie quiere saber nada de mi hasta que reconsidere esta "locura" que estoy haciendo.
Cuando mi hermano vino de visita se enamoro de mi estilo de vida y no podía creer mis anécdotas de viajes y sexo, tanto así que termino rogándome que le convidara una pastilla x-change y le presentara algún amigo de mi sugar para que el también pudiera experimentar lo mismo.

A veces pienso en por qué terminé con este cuerpo y él terminó luciendo aún más varonil de lo que ya era. ¿Fue pura suerte o la fruta rosa amplificó algo que existía en lo más profundo de nosotros? ¿Me derrotó como hombre en su esencia más básica? ¿Es por eso que me convertí en su esposa en esta isla desierta, cocinando todo lo que el caza o pesca y por las noches le agradezco con mi cuerpo por cuidarme tan bien?

No sé la respuesta a mi propia pregunta, pero sí sé que no quiero detenerme.

We don’t know how much time passed since we shipwrecked, but after eating the pink goo that feminized me every day, it didn’t take long for me to become the captain’s woman, and for him to become my strong provider and protector.

Sometimes I think about why I ended up with this body and he ended up looking more manly than he already was. Was it dumb luck or did the pink goo amplify something that existed deep within us? Did he defeat me as a male at the most fundamental level? Is that the reason I became his island wife, started to eat whatever he fishes or hunts and thank him with my body for taking such good care of me?

I don't know the answer to that question but I do know I don't ever wanna stop.

[Art: "Paradise" by laliberte]

We don’t know how much time passed since we shipwrecked, but after eating the pink goo that feminized me every day, it didn’t take long for me to become the captain’s woman, and for him to become my strong provider and protector.

Sometimes I think about why I ended up with this body and he ended up looking more manly than he already was. Was it dumb luck or did the pink goo amplify something that existed deep within us? Did he defeat me as a male at the most fundamental level? Is that the reason I became his island wife, started to eat whatever he fishes or hunts and thank him with my body for taking such good care of me?

I don't know the answer to that question but I do know I don't ever wanna stop.

Art by laliberte: https://www.patreon.com/laliberte

I believe in not letting opportunities go to waste, no matter how they present themselves or what I have to do to take advantage of them, so even if I had to take a flimsy pill and live as a woman 5 days a week, I said yes to the new CEO's proposal. I thought he was after my expertise in the business I worked in far longer than he did but I was wrong: He just wanted to toy with me, break me and make me fall head over heels for him.
Slowly but surely he put his plan into action from week 1. Working long hours together he didn't lack opportunities to pay me a compliment here, give me a long stare there, not to mention that he basically choose my wardrobe and practically made me his personal assistant. It didn't take long for us to develop a close working relationship and for those late worknights to turn into late night dinners. Took even less for those late night dinners to turn into all-night hotel visits.

In less than two months I was spending seven days a week on x-change, five days at the office and the weekends at the fancy apartment he rents for me... as his mistress. He loves to show me off in front of people: While he's applying cream to me next to the apartment's pool he whispers in my ear about how everyone is staring at my body and how everyone knows he owns me by the way he touches me. Hearing him say that while I feel his hands all over me makes me so fucking wet.

Since we broke up, I went to sleep almost every night thinking about my ex-girlfriend. The night I found out he'd met someone, I fell into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, I was at a party with a man gently caressing my leg. It all felt so real, but it couldn't be. I immediately recognized my scent, my legs, my hands, my rings: I had somehow switched bodies with my ex-girlfriend.

In his eyes, I could see the hunger he felt for me, how his subtle touches indicated he couldn't wait another minute to take me somewhere where we were alone together. I could have refused, I could have told him I didn't want to see him again, I could have taken a taxi home to ring the bell and see who would answer, but I didn't do any of those things. When he stood up from his chair and extended his hand, I couldn't help but take it; he was simply stronger than me.

In the blink of an eye, we were home, in his room, in his bed. Without realizing it (and without wanting to resist in the slightest), I ended up underneath this strong, manly man as he made love to my girlfriend's body, instilling in me a pleasure I couldn't compare with anything I'd experienced up until that moment.

I felt his lust and pure power inside me as he brought me to ecstasy with a deep, slow thrust. I could feel inside me the reverberation of every thrust, every heartbeat, and every tiny movement of his body where it connected with "mine."

Yo personalmente no me puedo sacar de la cabeza algún final malo donde me convierto en la mujer de Thragg, el antagonista de Invincible. Ustedes?

Mi amigo era el único que conocía mi secreto desde que éramos chicos: Puedo transformarme un mujer a voluntad. Nunca le dimos mayor importancia hasta que llegamos a la pubertad y naturalmente nos pusimos a experimentar. Con el correr de los años nos volvimos amigos con derechos y como tal, siempre que tenia ganas de experimentar con mi cuerpo femenino, le mandaba un videíto para hacerlo entrar en calor.

Nunca habíamos tenido problemas hasta el día en que me equivoque de contacto y le envié un video a su hermano. No se si el sospechaba algo o si mi amigo le conto en confianza pero se dio cuenta de lo que estaba pasando y en menos de una hora lo tenia tocando el timbre de casa.
Lo invite a entrar para tratar de explicar pero una vez que estuvimos cara a cara le resultó muy fácil dominar totalmente la situación y tentarme contándome que son su experiencia con las mujeres me iba a hacer pasarlo muy bien. No pude resistir la tentación y enseguida terminamos en la habitación.

Tal como lo prometió, era un excelente amante muy experimentado. Realmente era muy diferente a su hermano: Era más grande, más gordo, más duro, más salvaje y aguantaba mucho más... Realmente me lleno de su hombría y me dio la mejor cogida de mi vida esa tarde. Ahora no se como voy a hacer para acabar la próxima vez que lo tenga que hacer con mi amigo...

The screech of brakes, a violent impact, and darkness closing in like a falling curtain are the last memories I have of my life as a man. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the magical world of Genderia, having exchanged bodies with the captain of the royal guard. Her armor was light, designed for swift movement, yet it felt insufficient for real protection, and the sword seemed to reject my clumsy hand. Still, the borrowed pride burned in my chest. I knew I had to face the leader of the orcs to defend the kingdom’s capital, and although I had never wielded a weapon before, I was convinced I could not lose to a savage like him.

Reality struck at the first clash of steel. The orc leader was no mindless brute: his calm was lethal, his strength precise. He disarmed me, threw me to the ground, and left me gasping, stripped of both air and excuses. Defeated and conquered, not by chains, but by the sheer force of his dominance, I understood far too late how naïve I had been. Fearing for my life, I accepted surrender and his authority, without considering that in the body I now inhabited, a fate awaited me that some would consider worse than death.

With time, living under the protection of the warrior who had defeated me, I came to understand benefits I never would have imagined. Being the woman of a strong, dominant conqueror meant safety, respect among his people, and a clear place in a world ruled by strength and honor. Where I once saw humiliation, I discovered stability; where I feared losing myself, I found a new purpose. That new life led me to an uncomfortable but undeniable reflection: had I faced him as a man, there would have been no surrender and no lessons, only a swift death on the battlefield. Genderia taught me that in the body of a woman, even after defeat, a different kind of power can be born.