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Fruit of the Vine

Writer: Emissa Ghaight Length: 86 pages (Novella)
Genre: Fantasy Mature Content: Medium
Transformed By: Magical Fruit / Wine TG Occurs: Continuously Throughout Story
Series: None TF Details: Detailed / Prolonged Description
Summary: Scott and Kristin are enjoying their Hawaiian vacation, when suddenly, a mysterious woman invites them to the little known island of Otneas. It’s a magical paradise filled with beautiful women, delicious fruit, and even more delicious wine. But not all is as it seems. Something about this place begins transforming them, turning both Scott and Kristin into brand new women — women who soon will embrace a whole new life, and serve a whole new purpose.

“Excuse me, would you like to visit Otneas Island?”

The voice came from a young lady we passed by as we were strolling down the streets of Kauai.  We were exploring the area, looking for places to visit for the day before heading back to our hotel in Honolulu.

She didn’t look like a Pacific Islander.  She was fair skinned and had light brown hair, and she was wearing a flowing white dress.

Intrigued, we asked, “Sure, where is it?  Is it one of the islands we haven’t heard of?”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say you haven’t heard of it.  But if you mean is it one of the Hawaiian islands, the answer is no.”

“So is it still part of the United States?  Or will we need our passports to come visit?”

“Well, we are our own independent island, but no, we won’t make you bring your passports.”

I looked at my wife, Kristin, and she seemed to indicate she agreed, so I turned back and said, “Sure, why not?  How do we get there?”

“I’ve got a boat that will take us there.”

We followed the young woman down to the shore where we found a small boat docked.  It wasn’t anything special, just a small sailboat with just enough room for our tour guide and a few guests.

“Are we expecting anyone else?”

Our guide said, “Nope, just the three of us.”

We pushed off the shore and headed out into the ocean.  The breeze carried us away from the Hawaiian island until we lost sight of the shore.  There we were, sitting out in the middle of the ocean, with the sunlight glistening on the surface of the water.

“By the way,” our guide said, “My name is Lollaia.”

“Interesting name,” I said.

“It’s a name native to our island.”

“Really?” Kristin asked, “It doesn’t sound like you have any sort of accent.  What language do you speak on the island?”

“Oh, we speak English,” Lollaia said.  “The names are more taken from a historical legacy.”

We kept sailing until we reached the island in question.  It looked small compared to the Hawaiian Islands, but it still looked fairly large, at least enough to house a small city.  Lollaia got us to dock with the help of some other dockhands, all female (not that there was anything wrong with it, but just not something you see very often in the boating industry), and then helped us off the boat.

“To start off with, let me take you to our little welcome center,” Lollaia said, as she ushered us on to higher ground.  The “welcome center” wasn’t a formal building or anything like that, just an open commons with some chairs and tables.

“First, let’s get you something to drink,” Lollaia said as she poured a light blue, almost turquoise liquid into our glasses.  “A local treasure.  You won’t find this kind of wine anywhere else in the world!”

I took a sip of the wine, and it hit my tongue with a flavor that was sweet, but refreshing in the back of my throat as well.

“Wow, this is some good wine!” I said.  Kristin nodded and agreed.  “What’s it made out of?”

“It’s made out of a local berry that only grows on this island.  We practically don’t have to ferment it, we just press the juice out, let it sit for a bit, and it’s ready.”

“So it doesn’t get you drunk?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Lollaia said.  “It still has its intoxicating effects.”

Kristin said, “Well, whatever it is, it’s really good.  Can I have some more?”

Lollaia said, “Of course,” and poured some more in Kristin’s glass.  She then turned and offered me some, which I accepted.  “Yes, the wine is very popular here.  So much so that we find ourselves drinking wine even more than water.”

“Is that healthy, though?  I mean, don’t you drink some water?”

“Of course we do.  But it’s not unlike some ancient cultures where they would drink the wine because it was actually safer than water.”

Her explanation made sense as I listened to it.  In any case, I was enjoying the flavor, so I kept drinking more.  Then, as the wine settled in my stomach, I felt a sort of mellow relaxation pass through my torso and spread very quickly to my extremities.  It was calming, but energizing at the same time.  My eyes seemed to be able to see things more crisply, more cleanly, and yet my mind was a little less inclined to analyze all the details and just let everything be.  I took a deep breath, felt the clean ocean air race through my lungs, and then gently exhaled it.

Lollaia smiled and said, “There, you’re starting to feel it now, aren’t you?”

“Apparently,” I replied.

“Mm…definitely!” Kristin added.

“This must be the best wine you’ve ever tasted, isn’t it?” Lollaia added.

I had to think about it, but I said, “Yeah, it is, actually.”  And Kristin nodded in agreement.  “Why doesn’t everyone else in the world know about this?”

Lollaia smiled and said, “It’s our special island secret.”

“Seems like you should be telling more people about this secret!  This could be a big hit on the mainland.”

“Well, actually, we’ve had problems even sharing it on the Hawaiian islands.”

We were both surprised by this, given how good it tasted and how good it made us both feel.  Kristin beat me to asking, “Why?”

“The Hawaiians are actually scared of the effects of this wine.”

“Effects?” I asked.  “What effects?”

“You’ll see soon enough,” Lollaia said, reassuringly.

 

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Fruit of the Vine
Scott and Kristin are enjoying their Hawaiian vacation, when suddenly, a mysterious woman invites them to the little known island of Otneas. It's a magical paradise filled with beautiful women, delicious fruit, and even more delicious wine. But not all is as it seems. Something about this place begins transforming them, turning both Scott and Kristin into brand new women -- women who soon will embrace a whole new life, and serve a whole new purpose.
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Silver Lake Academy 2: Alma Mater

Writer: Emissa Ghaight Length: 126 pages (Novella)
Genre: Fantasy Mature Content: Low
Transformed By: Magic, School Headmistress TG Occurs: Previous Story; Remembered in this Story
Series: Silver Lake Academy (Book #2) TF Details: Brief / Quick Description
Summary: Jennifer Brunswick has settled into and embraced her new life as a female student at Silver Lake Academy. But as she and her fellow students discover entirely new levels to their psychic powers, a greater mystery unfolds and deeper questions must be asked. Exactly why did the Headmistress send Michael Brunswick back in time as a teenage Jennifer? Will the Headmistress intervene to seize control of Jennifer and her new powers? Will Jennifer be able to turn the tables and overpower her? And what will become of the other students that Jennifer has become so close to? This is Book 2 of the Silver Lake Academy series. We highly recommend you read Book 1: “The Daughters of Silver Lake” first.

“Wow…Is that what you do every single day?”

Kim was flustered from her experience being under my power for the first time.  Her eyes were still glowing, just like one of the girls at Silver Lake would after coming down from a trance.

“Yeah,” I said, “That’s exactly what we do every day.”

“I never thought being under mind control could feel so, so…”

“Great?” I offered.

Kim nodded, “That’s an understatement!”

“And that’s not all,” I continued.  “Take a look at yourself in the mirror.”

I led her over to the mirror above her chest of drawers, and she saw both of our eyes were glowing, bright, beautiful blue.  She gasped and smiled even wider and said, “Oh, wow!  Jen, they’re beautiful!”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

Kim just nodded her head.

“Can you just imagine yourself with your eyes glowing as you get to share your mind with the other girls around you?  Letting them inside you or learning to give birth to your own soul and grow as you’re absorbed into someone else?”

Kim nodded her head again.

So I laid out the gauntlet.  “So, Kim, here it is.  You can keep going on the track you’re going on, which is perfectly fine, and you’ll be happy if you go down that road.  Or you can come to Silver Lake with me, and you can learn how to do what I just did to you.”

Kim looked at me and said, “You have to ask?”

Hearing her answer, I said, “We’ll have to talk to Mom and Dad about it then about getting you in, but I’m sure they’ll say yes since I’m having such a good experience there.”

Kim nodded and said, “What do I have to do?”  After the experience she had, she seemed willing to obey my every instruction, whether under the influence of mind control or not.

***

“So, how did it go with Kim?”

Courtney took the opportunity to ask me as soon as we were on the Turnpike out of Springfield and on our way back to Silver Lake.

“It went perfectly!” I replied.  “She fell right under, and she slid right into my mind like a glove!  It was so easy to take over.”

“And what did she think?”

“She loved it!  She wants to come to Silver Lake so she can learn to do it herself!”

Courtney smiled.  “Looks like we have a winner!”

“Yeah, she transformed and became ultra-girly for the rest of the weekend.  She wore a skirt and tights to Thanksgiving dinner, makeup…”

“Ooh, tell us more!” Candace said, “What exactly was she wearing?”

“Well, she is only 12, so nothing too mature.  She had a denim skirt on and some white tights, and I don’t even think she owns any heels yet.”

“Trust me, that will change soon!  Once I hypnotized Courtney for the first time, she was begging our mom to take her shoe shopping!”

“It wasn’t just shoes, Candace!” Courtney interjected.

“Speaking of, how about you?” I asked Courtney, “How did it go with Chelsea?”

“Beautifully!” Courtney exclaimed.  “I think she knew both Candace and I had changed once we came to Silver Lake.  But still, to actually experience it for the first time, to watch the bliss come over her face as her eyes started glowing, it was just amazing!”

I nodded, “Yep, exactly how it was with Kim.”

Candace said, “Sounds like we should introduce them to each other sometime!”

I said, “I’ll make sure to let Kim know about Chelsea, and then let’s make sure they meet each other when we come home at the end of the semester.”

“Good idea, since they’re going to be classmates.”

Courtney added, “Maybe they’ll even be roommates!”

***

After Courtney and I dropped off our suitcases, I went out onto the campus green and found Angela and Alex together.  “Well, look at the lovebirds who decided to get together!”

Angela smiled and said, “That’s the advantage of having my family and my boyfriend so close to school.  I get to see both of them more often.”

“Well, don’t make the rest of us too jealous who aren’t so lucky!” I playfully chided in return.

“Well, actually,” Angela said, “since cross country season is over now, Mike has some more time, and I’ll be bringing him down next weekend.”

I gasped.  “Really?  Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”  I rushed up and hugged her and probably let out a few more rapid fire thank yous.

“You’re quite welcome.  Believe me, he’s been wanting to see you, too!”

I quickly turned to Alex and said, “Hi, nice to see you again, too Alex.”

He chuckled and said, “Don’t mention it.  I understand.”

“How was your Thanksgiving?”

Alex nodded and said, “Good.”  Typical one word answer for him, but I think he also realized that I was more excited about the news that I would get to see Michael again.

***

Monday morning came, Thanksgiving break was over, and we put on our blue and silver uniforms again and came back to class.  Ms. McIntyre greeted me at the door and asked, “Welcome back, Jennifer.  How was your Thanksgiving?”

“It was amazing!  Especially when I got to see my sister again!”

She gave a smile of recognition, knowing that I was not the first freshman here who was so caught up in the transformation she was experiencing here that she recruited her younger sister at the first opportunity.

I proceeded to take my seat, as did my fellow classmates, and once the clock stroked to the start of class, Ms. McIntyre welcomed us back and then proceeded to begin her lecture on the latest type of functions that the unit was on.  She settled us into trance and telepathically conveyed the information in terms of graphs, equations, and variables.  After the next few minutes, she released us from her control, and then we regrouped into new groups.  By this point, we had already been in groups with every other girl in the class, so now we were mixing up groups just to get as much variety as possible.  As we circled around in our chairs, our eyes started to glow, and then each of us was linked to the other girls in the group.

Inside our collective consciousness, pictures of graphs and equations started to appear.  My mind drifted to thoughts of Kim and our connection, and Courtney and Chelsea, and Angela and Kristen, and knowing that they would come to Silver Lake in two years time and would be together with us.  The exponential growth expanded to include the five other girls in our independent study group, to Courtney, Roxanne, Holly, Angela, and Candace, and the ease with which we had learned to merge together and lose our identities in one shared super-identity, and how that extended into my previous life as Michael, and his marriage to Courtney, and his son Michael.  Which linked back to my current boyfriend, Michael, who was Angela’s brother.  And Alex, and Drew, and the boys at the bonfire, and the other girls at the bonfire.

Soon the other girls were picking up on my thoughts and were led to their own thoughts of their boyfriends, sisters, brothers, roommates, classmates, teachers, and friends, and soon the connections were expanding between us.  Soon a mathematical pattern was forming, and our thoughts and memories were expanding beyond the realm of our limited experiences.

“Very well, class, your time is up,” Ms. McIntyre announced.  “Time to move to your next class.”

As our trance was broken, I and the other students packed up to leave, and we were about to head out when one of my group members stopped me.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Charlene Hefley asked.

“Sure,” I replied.  “Which direction are you headed?”

“I have astronomy class next.  You?”

“English, so we’ll have to make it short for now.”

“Okay, fine,” she replied, “I was wondering how it was hypnotizing your sister.”

“I take it you don’t have a younger sister?”

Charlene shook her head.  “Two older brothers.  I guess Kim’s lucky that she got to taste our power before she even gets here.”

“You had no idea what to expect before the opening assembly?”

“I only heard of Silver Lake when one of my brothers debated against them at the state debate team.”

“So what made him decide to get you some information on it?”

“Well, I think he was so impressed that he wanted to come here himself, only to find out it was for girls only.  But he got the girls to make sure they had my contact information so they could get in touch with me.  I think both he and the girl he talked to went to Yale, and they’re dating now.”

It seemed so quaint now, even after almost four months, that we talked about our past experiences, even though we could just share our experiences with each other.

“Well, I found out about it in a rather unique way.”

“Really?  Tell me.”

I must have blushed as I said, “It’s actually pretty radical.  I might have to show you instead.”

She was practically begging me, “Would you?  I sensed something.  I’ve been here for over a year, and yet I can tell you know something I don’t know.”  Then earnestly, Charlene pleaded, “Please?  I want to learn.”

There was something about her sincerity that she honestly viewed me as some sort of expert in the kind of experimentation that our independent study group had explored.  If she had been left out or more of a shy person, that would have been sorted out over the course of her freshman year, and she would have been able to feel settled and intimate by now, which led me to believe that the kind of insight we had gathered was truly rare.  But I was happy to share it with her nonetheless.

“Can I come by your dorm room after class today?” I asked, “I’ll show you then.”

Charlene’s face lit up and she said, “Of course.  Room 236.”

“I’ll be there.”

 

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Silver Lake Academy: Part 2 - Alma Mater
Jennifer Brunswick has settled into and embraced her new life as a female student at Silver Lake Academy. But as she and her fellow students discover entirely new levels to their psychic powers, a greater mystery unfolds and deeper questions must be asked. Exactly why did the Headmistress send Michael Brunswick back in time as a teenage Jennifer? Will the Headmistress intervene to seize control of Jennifer and her new powers? Will Jennifer be able to turn the tables and overpower her? And what will become of the other students that Jennifer has become so close to?

This is Book 2 of the Silver Lake Academy series. It's highly recommended to read Book 1: "The Daughters of Silver Lake" before starting this one.
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Competition

Writer:DK Masters
Permanent:Yes
Transformed By:Magic Potion
Length:73 pages (Novella)
Choice:Unwilling/Resistant
When:Throughout Entire Story
Genre:Fantasy
Sex Drive:Normal
TF Description:Highly Detailed
Mature Content:High – Adults Only
Orientation:Straight
Who Gets Changed:Main Character
Series:None
Memories:Unchanged
New Role/Purpose:Female Track Star
Summary:Mark and Jason are both star runners on their university’s all-boys track team. They’re each other’s rival and only real competition. But then Jason starts pulling ahead, winning again and again. And then, to make matters worse, he ends up stealing Mark’s girlfriend — and Mark won’t stand for it.With the help of a witch, Mark tricks Jason into drinking a magic potion designed to turn him into a girl. As a girl, Jason wouldn’t be able to compete on the all-boys track team any more, and better still, no longer be a threat for stealing anyone’s girlfriend ever again.

Slowly, Jason begins transforming. Little by little, his mind and body become more and more feminine. He doesn’t know how or why this is happening to him, but if he doesn’t find a way to stop it soon, it may be too late.

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Jason’s sneaker hit the pavement. He lengthened his stride. Pushed himself harder. Had to go faster. He just completed the second to last lap around the track. One more lap to go. He blew past everyone – everyone except for Mark, his one and only rival, his only true competition.

Jason and Mark were both star runners on the all-boys track team at Jacksonville University. The state championship was coming up. Recruiters and talent scouts would be there. Winning that race could mean sponsorships and a potential career as a pro runner, but that wasn’t all. This year, they were competing for a spot on a new reality TV show, Fastest Man Alive, where the first place runner would win one million dollars.

But Jason was getting ahead of himself. First he had to beat Mark. Only the fastest man at their school would go on to the state championship. And it had to be him.

Unfortunately, Mark wanted the same thing. If Jason was gonna win, he was going to have to push past all his limits and earn it.

He spotted Mark just ahead. Less than 500 feet left on the track. Jason pushed his muscles to the max. Gave it everything he’s got. One step, next step, another step – gaining on him.

250 feet to go.

Jason’s heart raced. His muscles burned. So close. Had to keep going.

150 feet to go.

He was right behind Mark.

75 feet to go.

Mark spotted Jason in his peripheral vision.

50 feet. Jason inched ahead.

Mark pushed himself harder.

20 feet.

They were head to head.

10 feet..

2 feet…

The coach blew his whistle and clicked his stopwatch.

The boys slowed down and caught their breath.

Jason leaned over, about to puke. Mark took several deep breaths, soaked in his own sweat. The two boys looked at each other. Who won?

Slowly they returned to the coach.

“Mark,” the coach said, “6 minutes, 22.7 seconds.”

Not bad.

“And Jason,” he said next, “6 minutes, 22.3 seconds.”

“What?!” exclaimed Mark.

Jason smiled, still catching his breath. “Thanks, Coach.”

“Are you sure? Point-four seconds? Really?” Mark complained.

“Hit the showers, boys.”

The rest of the track team—the “non-competition”—just now made it to the finish line.

Mark turned to Jason. “You got lucky,” he said, regaining his breath. “Next time, you’re going down.”

Jason laughed. “Bring it on.”

The coach shook his head. “Showers, now, gentlemen.”

 

Jason, Mark, and the other guys on the track team hit the gym showers. The building was old, but everyone had their own private little shower stall. Still, only a thin plastic curtain provided any privacy. Mark and Jason washed down in stalls next to each other.

“I can’t believe you beat me but point-four seconds,” Mark said.

Jason soaped up his body and washed himself down. When he heard Mark complain, he just smiled.

“Believe me,” said Mark, “it won’t happen again.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Jason laughed. But then he decided to change the subject. “So, you coming to the party tonight?”

“Hell yeah,” he said. “Everybody who’s anybody will be there. You?”

“Of course.”

Mark changed his tone, sounding sincere for a moment. “Even though she’ll be there?”

“Fuck her. I’m not going to change my social life just because Allison dumped me.”

“Good for you, man.”

“Besides,” said Jason, “now that I’m officially the fastest man at Jackson U, I don’t think I’ll have any problems finding new pussy tonight.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Whatever man.”

 

Later that night, Jason pulled up to the frat house in his Honda Civic. There were already tons of cars there. People drinking in the front yard. Balloons, lights, party decorations. Loud music blasting inside.

This was the social event of the semester. The ultimate Halloween party. Every year, all the fraternities and sororities got together to put this thing on. Endless free beer. A wet t-shirt contest. Awards for Greek members who did the most charitable services or raised the most money for non-profits. And, of course, in honor of the holiday, a best costume contest too.

But Jason didn’t wear a costume. He just came in his normal clothes. About half the other people did the same. But the other half dressed up as everything from vampires, slutty nurses, superheroes, and cliché witches.

He checked his appearance in his rear view mirror. His auburn brown hair had that messy “just rolled out of bed” look that took a couple hours to get just right. Brown eyes, clean shaven face with just a hint of a five o’clock shadow. He checked the mirror – no boogers in his nose. Teeth—no left over dinner there. He may have been dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans, but he had the full intention of getting laid tonight. He wanted to look good, without looking like he was trying too hard to look good.

He and Allison had been dating for two years. He thought she was the one. Right up until the moment she dumped him. It was the generic, “it’s not you, it’s me, let’s just be friends” speech. Whatever. That was a month ago. It still hurt. But…whatever. He was going to move on. Time to enjoy a brand new pussy tonight.

Right now, he was at the top of his game. He beat the previous fastest runner at his school. He was in the running—literally and metaphorically—to be a contestant on that reality TV show where he could win a million dollars. He already knew how he was going to spend that money. He’d take a chunk of it and buy himself a nice little house by the beach. He’d upgrade his car to something a little sportier. Load his house with all the latest and greatest home theater technology, sound system, and video games. And…there’d be a girl. Perhaps even someone he’d meet at this party tonight. Some hot little slutty plaything. They’d have lots and lots of sex, all the time, at his place.

But right now, he lived in a crummy little apartment. His car was almost as old as he was. And he decided to live on student loans and scholarships, rather than work a part-time job, to focus on school and track. He got by, but there wasn’t much left for taking girls out on expensive dates or, you know, paying for cable TV.

He took a deep breath. “Okay man, just be cool, you can do this.”

Truth be known, if he could have Allison back, he’d take her in a heartbeat. But…that was never gonna happen. Time to move on. And tonight’s party was the perfect opportunity.

 

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Competition
Mark and Jason are both star runners on their university's all-boys track team. They're each other's rival and only real competition. But then Jason starts pulling ahead, winning again and again. And then, to make matters worse, he ends up stealing Mark's girlfriend -- and Mark won't stand for it.

With the help of a witch, Mark tricks Jason into drinking a magic potion designed to turn him into a girl. As a girl, Jason wouldn't be able to compete on the all-boys track team any more, and better still, no longer be a threat for stealing anyone's girlfriend ever again.

Slowly, Jason begins transforming. Little by little, his mind and body become more and more feminine. He doesn't know how or why this is happening to him, but if he doesn't find a way to stop it soon, it may be too late.

 

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How I Became My Best Friend’s Girlfriend

Permanent:Yes (By Choice)
Transformed By:Magic
Length:79 pages (Novella)
Choice:Voluntary/Curious
When:Middle of Story
Genre:Fantasy
Sex Drive:Normal
TF Description:Moderate Details
Mature Content:High – Adults Only
Orientation:Straight
Who Gets Changed:Main Character
Series:None
Memories:Unchanged
New Role/Purpose:Girlfriend
Summary:All my life I’ve been secretly fascinated with the idea of transforming into a woman. I just wanted to know what it was like. I never suspected that when my best friend and I set out on a mission to find the ultimate prank for our high school prom, we’d stumble across a mysterious magical place that would give me the opportunity to temporarily live as a girl. This is the story of how I, an 18-year-old man, became my best friend’s girlfriend.

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This is the story of how I, an eighteen-year-old man, became my best friend’s girlfriend. No, it wasn’t a joke or a prank. We weren’t secretly gay. I wasn’t in drag or merely pretending to be his girlfriend. No, I actually became a girl – and well, you know, one thing lead to another.

Mike and I had known each other since we were both high school sophomores. We took Biology together. Our teacher was this balding middle age man with a saggy gut the jiggled like, I kid you not, a bowl full of jelly. Although the hair receded from the top of his head, it seemed to grow out from his neck and chin. He was prematurely graying too – probably because he taught high school students every day for a living – which gave his bushy beard a grayish color. Add that to the saggy gut and Mike and I had no shortage of Santa jokes to entertain ourselves during the long, boring class period.

“Hey Santa, where are the reindeer? Yo Kris Kringle, what’s up with sneaking into children’s houses in the middle of the night? So, this is what you do the other 364 days of the year while your elves slave away?” Okay, in hindsight, those jokes really weren’t that funny. At all. To anybody. But for some reason – blame it on being idiot male 15-year-olds – we thought our jokes were hilarious. For the life of me, I can’t remember the teacher’s actual name. We, just between the two of us, liked to call him “St. Nick with the Short Dick.” Mike and I were relentlessly cruel in our younger years.

I say that like it was forever ago. Teenagers mature a lot over those few high school years. As freshmen and sophomores, all we cared about was music, movies, and video games. And, of course, girls. Yeah, Mike and I both started early. Most of our friends started noticing girls around 13 or 14; we both started at 11 and 12. By the time we were 15 and 16, we were insatiable. Neither one of us had actually had sex, even though we both adamantly claimed otherwise. Truth was, we didn’t know a thing about women. We thought we did. But how women were in real life was very different than how they came across in movies and video games. Mike finally got laid when he was 17. It was simply a numbers game for him. He kept asking out girls until someone finally said yes. Kept trying to go as far as he could with them until they gave him an absolute no. But finally, at 17, he and his girlfriend actually had sex. Like three times. Then they broke up.

As for me? Well, somehow, I made it all the way to 18 still a virgin. The official story was I’d slept with over 20 girls by then, including some really popular cheerleaders. But in reality, I spent most of my time hanging out at home watching Netflix or playing Grand Theft Auto with Mike.

Or working. I got my first part-time job during that time too. The pay sucked. The hours were worse. But hey, I had money. So that was something.

Anyway, we both did a lot of growing up and maturing over those few years. Mike went from being a total goof-off to actually being serious about applying for top tier colleges. I bought a car, had to make payments, and held down a shitty fast food job. I think I ate too much of our own product though. I started getting a little soggy in my mid-section too – just a little – but in hindsight, I was an ignorant jerk to St. Nick with the Short Dick. Whatever his real name was.

Live and learn, right? It’s easy to judge others who are different than you, until you, through no fault of your own, start to become just like them.

By now you’re probably thinking that’s all well and good, or you’re totally bored with my backstory, and are like, “So get to the part where you became Mike’s girlfriend. WTF? How did that happen?”

Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise to keep it a secret. I’m never going back to the man I was. I feel I need to keep that life separate. So, if you’re ready, let me tell you how it all happened.

I should warn you though – it’s a weird story for outsiders, for people who “don’t get it.” Remember, it’s easy to judge until it happens to you too. It’s easy to criticize another’s decisions, until you have to walk a mile in his – or her – shoes.

So before I begin, there’s one small detail I think you should understand.

Ever since I was, I dunno, around 13 or 14 years old… I always wondered what it’d be like to be the opposite sex. I’m not saying I felt I was born into the wrong body or had to dress up as a woman or anything. I was just curious. Maybe “curious” isn’t a strong enough word. “Fascinated” is a little more accurate. I wasn’t about to make any major life changes, but yes, I admit – some part of me always wondered, even occasionally fantasied within the privacy of my own imagination when I was alone in bed late at night, what I’d look like, how it’d feel, what it’d be like … to be a girl.

Weird? Maybe. For me, it was just … me. Who I was. A part of who I was, anyway. I had nothing against being a man. I didn’t hate my body or penis or anything. But … sometimes, now and then, I just wanted to explore that feminine experience.

And that’s exactly what happened.

 

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All my life I've been secretly fascinated with the idea of transforming into a woman. I just wanted to know what it was like. I never suspected that when my best friend and I set out on a mission to find the ultimate prank for our high school prom, we'd stumble across a mysterious magical place that would give me the opportunity to temporarily live as a girl. This is the story of how I, an 18-year-old man, became my best friend’s girlfriend.

 

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The Loyalty Factor

Writer: Emissa Ghaight Length: 212 pages (Novel)
Genre: Science-Fiction Mature Content: Medium
Transformed By: Experimental Technology TG Occurs: Beginning and Middle of Story
Series: None TF Details: Brief / Quick Description
Summary: He woke up in a strange room wearing different clothes in a whole new body. Colin, a newlywed man, had somehow been completely transformed into a woman. Left all alone in a room with nothing but feminine clothes to wear, “she” had no idea just how much her life was about to change. Soon after, Colin’s wife joined her in this mysterious place, finding themselves captive to some larger unknown force — which didn’t take long to fully enslave them both, reprogramming their minds to turn them into obedient, willing, happy mind-controlled slaves. But that was just the beginning — for they were both part of an even larger plot.

I awoke on a bed in a bedroom that was not my own. In fact, I didn’t recognize it at all. As I lifted myself up, I noticed my chest felt heavier than I was used to, and I wondered if I didn’t get sick somehow. But when I felt the straps pressing against my shoulders, pulling up on fabric that was cupping my chest, I knew that I had woken up with a pair of breasts, and that I was clearly wearing a bra.

And just as my chest was now full enough to fill out my new bra, likewise my genitals were now empty enough to fit my new panties that I looked down to discover I was wearing. I suppose I would normally reach in to confirm what has happened, but I both saw and felt enough external evidence to convince me of what had happened. What I couldn’t figure out is how it happened or who did this to me.

“What the hell – ” I started to say.  Then I heard the voice.  Slightly higher in pitch, clearly female in timbre, and just more confirmation that something has turned me into a woman.  “What the hell happened to me?” I force myself to finish saying.

I sat up to get a good look at myself. I looked for a mirror, but the only one I could find was on the door of the closet, so I stood up to walk over to it. The moment I managed to stand up, I noticed that my captors had also dressed me in a pair of pantyhose, colored to match my skin tone exactly, as I felt the nylon rub against my legs.

Once I managed to walk over to the closet, I saw my female face, which looked very much like my old male one, except in feminine form.  I would have mistaken the face for one belonging to my twin sister, except for the fact that I didn’t have a sister at all, let alone a twin. My hair, still brunette, was also just slightly longer than before my transformation, but clearly styled in feminine fashion.  I guess my captors didn’t bother to try to grow my hair out.

I opened up the closet to find what clothing my captors had provided for me. Inside, I saw several blouses, dresses, and skirts – not a single pair of pants or shorts available. Apparently, my captors intended to dress in exclusively female attire.  I figured they either wanted to compensate for the fact that they couldn’t give me longer hair, or they wanted to drive home the reality of my new gender as forcefully as possible.

“Well, I’d better get dressed in something,” I say to myself.  “If I am going to escape out of here, it’s not going to do me any good to escape naked.”

So I pull out a beige pencil skirt and a white blouse.  I manage to put on the blouse, even with the buttons on the opposite side.  And then I step into the skirt, lifting it up to my waist, and feeling it get more snug around my nylon/spandex-encased thighs the higher up it went.  I reached around behind me to pull up the zipper and pulled it to the top of the skirt, securing it over my waist and thighs, letting the hemline bounce just over my knees.

The moment my skirt was in place, I immediately felt a sense of mild euphoria wash over me.  As if it felt right for me to be wearing that skirt.  That it was, indeed, my skirt.

“This is so weird,” I said out loud to myself, hearing my female voice again.  “Why would I feel this way putting on a skirt?  I’m really a man, aren’t I?”

Then I thought about it even further.  At that moment, I realized that I actually was a woman.  I wasn’t a man suddenly trapped in a woman’s body.  I literally was a woman.  The fact that I had been male up until the moment I woke up did not in any way shake the conviction in my mind that I was now fully female, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, even spiritually now.  So wearing a skirt suddenly became perfectly appropriate within the domain of my newly formed femininity.

Still, the fact remained that I hadn’t been a woman until just a few moments ago, when I woke up.

I tested my theory.  “I am a man,” I said out loud.  But something didn’t feel right about it.

“I am a man,” I repeated, this time trying to convince myself.  Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that what I was saying was incorrect.

“I am a woman,” I finally relented, and this time, it seemed to fit.

“I am a woman,” I repeated.  And saying it a second time made it feel more…comfortable.

“Wait a minute,” I repeated out loud, “I was a man.  I know I was a man.  People don’t just turn from a man into a woman.”

At that moment, I wasn’t sure which I was more shocked by – the fact that they had transformed me into a woman, or the fact that they had somehow managed to burn into my subconscious so effectively that I was now a woman.

“Who did this to me?” I asked.  “And why?  And what else did they do to my brain?  What else are they going to do?”  All the questions kept chiming out of my mouth.  Hearing the sound of my own voice helped me keep some semblance of sanity in these insane circumstances.

The other thing that was trying to stem my reeling was looking around the apartment to investigate, see what was there.  There was no TV, no computer, no phone, no apparent means of any communication.  There was a kitchen with cupboards, a refrigerator, a microwave, a stove.  There was a bathroom with pretty much the basics: soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, toilet, sink, shower.  The furniture was very plain – a single size bed, a sofa, and a coffee table.  Everything in this apartment was merely functional to the point of being Spartan.

Except the closet.

I took another look in the closet, and below all the skirts and blouses, I saw shoes.  A lot of shoes.

“Whoever they are, they really do think women are obsessed with shoes!”

I pulled out a pair of beige pumps that matched my skirt perfectly – almost as if they were handpicked to go with it.  I knelt down, bending my knees and my hips, while keeping my chest upright, and I pulled out the shoes and slipped my feet into them, something that was easier with the pantyhose around my feet.  I stood back up and then noticed a beige jacket in the closet, again, matching the color of the skirt.  It seemed like the two went together.  I pulled it out and slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror.

“All right, what’s my name?” I asked myself.  And the answer came to me.  “My name is Moira Michelle LeClerc.”

Now why would I say that?  My name was Colin Singleton.  I was married to Kim Scharborough Singleton.  So where did the name Moira LeClerc come from?

“They must have done something to my mind as well as my body.  Making me into a woman, making me think I’m a woman, making me think my name is Moira LeClerc.  Well, I guess for right now, it is.  But they changed me into this, so there’s got to be a way to change me back.”

I walked towards the door, which looked like an automatic sliding door you’d see in retail stores, but without the glass.  As I got closer, I expected it to open automatically, but it didn’t.  I tried looking for some sort of control panel or key that would allow me to open the door, but I didn’t find one.

“No, of course it wouldn’t be that easy,” I say to myself.  “Whoever did this to me, they want to keep me here.”

I looked behind me at the windows to see if there was any way I could escape through there.  As I looked down, I could tell that I was two or three stories up, and I didn’t want to chance that I would land on the concrete and injure myself.  Especially since it looked like I was on some sort of compound, and I would still have to run quite some distance to get out of the gate.  And especially since I was wearing a skirt instead of pants, if by some miracle I did manage to land without getting injured, that would certainly hinder my ability to run.

“Maybe that’s another reason they only gave me skirts to wear,” I pondered out loud, “to make it harder for me to escape.”

I then had a suspicion of something I thought I remembered.  I took another look inside my closet at all the skirts they had given me.  And sure enough, not only did they only give me skirts to wear, they were all pencil skirts – designed to be snug around my thighs, extending down to just above my knees.  Likewise, all my shoes were high heels.

“Just as I thought.  They wanted to make it harder for me to run.”

Or at least that was a convenient side effect.

I went back to the window to look down at the compound.  It certainly didn’t seem like any sort of prison or heavily guarded facility.  People appeared to be walking around freely, enjoying themselves, as if this were a free residential community.  People were smiling, laughing, all genuinely happy to be here.  And there were no guards of any sort whatsoever.

So if I did manage to get out of this room and try to run, who would stop me?

Still, the first priority was figuring out how to get out of this room so I could even get a chance to escape the compound.  If I was so important to them that they were going to transform me, change my gender, and give me a whole new female wardrobe, they weren’t going to let me starve to death, were they?  They would have to come and feed me eventually, right?

Of course, that’s when remembered that I had been given quite the furnished apartment – a bed a sofa, a coffee table, and a complete kitchenette.  Oven, stove, refrigerator, freezer, even a microwave.  I took another look in the fridge and freezer, and it was fully stocked with food to prepare complete meals and snacks for one person.  Again, nothing fancy or special, but it would keep me fed.

So they wouldn’t need to bring me food for a while.  That precluded one possibility of escape.

All right, what about laundry?  They gave me quite a large wardrobe to choose from, and even though there wasn’t that much variety in shape, there certainly was quite a variety in color.  I pulled out several other skirts to see if they were machine washable or dry clean only.  Turns out they were all machine washable.  So I turned around and looked to see if I was provided a washer and dryer as well so that I could take care of my own laundry needs as well as eating needs.

Turns out they didn’t, but they did provide a laundry chute.

“A-ha, gotcha there,” I said.  “When I run out of clothes, they’ll have to restock.  I’ve got to pay attention to when that will happen.”

I browsed through just to get a ballpark figure how many different articles of clothing they gave me.  Unlike the furniture and the cuisine, they spared no expense on my wardrobe.  On a second look, I saw dozens of articles of clothing.  As if it would last me for months.

“Damn,” I said, “They thought of everything, didn’t they?”

“Maybe I should just give myself a fashion show and go through all the clothing right now, throw it down the laundry chute, and then they’ll have to give me new clothing.  Or maybe they would just let me sit here naked.”

It wasn’t worth the risk of having to go naked and cold, even in an apartment all by myself, so I decided against that particular strategy.  Especially since it conflicted with my previous postulate that, in order to escape and get somewhere with any sort of reasonable chance of success, I needed to remain clothed.

I closed the closet to get another look at myself in the mirror.  My face was unmistakably female.  My bosom, while not excessively large, was visible and pre-eminent.  My arms and legs were slender and dainty.  And the fact that I was wearing a skirt only reinforced the fact that I was now a woman.  Even though this wasn’t the image I was used to seeing when I looked in the mirror, this was definitely the reflection I recognized as being my own.

I took another look at myself in the skirt.  I started wondering if I would even be able to choose what kind of woman I would be, or if that would be chosen for me as well.  Would they make me a girly girl, or would I eventually become more of a tomboy?  Would I be a super horny slut, conservative and virginal, or more normal?

I stopped myself and said, “No, think, Moira,” largely overlooking the fact that I had just called myself by my female name, “focus on the objective, how to get out of here and get turned back into a man.”  I stopped pacing and sat down, thinking, trying to remember how I got here, and I finally recalled my last memory as a man.

 

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Silver Lake Academy 1: The Daughters of Silver Lake

Writer: Emissa Ghaight Length: 112 pages (Novella)
Genre: Fantasy Mature Content: Low
Transformed By: Magic, School Headmistress TG Occurs: Beginning of Story
Series: Silver Lake Academy (Book #1) TF Details: Brief / Quick Description
Summary: Michael’s interview at the elite girls’ boarding school Silver Lake Academy seems to be going well. But then he sees the headmistress’ eyes start to glow a bright beautiful blue — and he wakes up to find himself transformed into a girl. Now suddenly thirteen years earlier and thirteen years younger, “Jennifer” must begin her new life as a student, not a teacher, here at this school — and before she can change things back to normal, she finds it hard to resist the seduction and hypnotism of Silver Lake Academy’s girl-empowered cult.

I was finally getting close to my destination. After a long drive, I pulled off onto a secluded street into the woods that contained no buildings other than those that belonged to the school. Just a long stretch of trees, with some grass separating the tree line to allow the sun to shine down on the road. The address that I was given probably just existed for the purpose of obtaining a mailing address. About halfway down the two-mile stretch of road, I passed by the sunlight reflected lake that gave the school its name: Silver Lake Academy.

The purpose of my visit was to interview for a job as a chemistry teacher. It was an elite college prep boarding school for girls that boasted a unique integrated subject matter teaching methodology. From what little I understood, there was plenty of cross-disciplinary teaching, and they even delved into material not typically covered in a high school curriculum. I suspected that was the reason for the far outdoors campus, to get access to some of the more environmental sciences based education that you just couldn’t get in an urban environment.

It was also close to our family because it turned out that my wife and her sisters were all three Silver Lake graduates, and they both spoke very highly of their experience here. So when my wife heard that there was a job opening there that I was applying for, she was thrilled. I remember she called her sister and shared the news, and both of them offered to write recommendation letters as alumni of the school.

Finally, after about a two-mile drive from the lake, I arrived at the main campus buildings. I passed by a large wooden sign which, immaculately carved, had the name of the academy emblazoned in bright blue lettering, with the crest of the school just below it, in the shape of a vertical pointed oval with the decorative coat of arms inside it. And to the left and the right of the crest, it had the date the school was established and some other details engraved into the sign, and other such details.

I found the parking lot around the back and parked my car, and then I walked up to the main administration building, passing several of the girls as I did, all dressed very smartly and professionally skirt suits or dresses, each of them just carrying a few books and notebooks as they were presumably heading to class.

When I walked into the door of the administration building, I told the receptionist, “I’m here to see the headmistress, Doctor…”

She interrupted me and said, “Oh, yes, you’re interviewing for the chemistry teacher position! She’s expecting you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was late.”

“No, not at all! Come this way please.”

When I saw the headmistress, she seemed younger than I had expected, although I just assumed she was keeping herself that way. She was dressed in a sharp business suit not unlike some of the students were wearing, which I could see where they got the example they were following.

She smiled as she stood and shook my hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Brunswick.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Please, have a seat,” she said, motion to the chair in front of the desk. The headmistress picked up my resume and looked it over. She nodded and said, “Congratulations on your masters’ degree!”

“Thank you.”

“And you were still teaching while you were earning your Masters?”

“That’s right.”

“Very impressive! I guess we know who to turn to when we need someone to burn the midnight oil, huh?”

I laughed and said, “I had to to take care of my wife and son.”

“Oh, you have a family?”

“Yes. My son’s 14 months old.”

“Oh, congratulations!”

“Thank you!”

The interview proceeded rather naturally. Even though the headmistress appeared to be very formal and businesswise, she made a concerted effort to put me at ease and make me comfortable to be conversing with her. After we had discussed my education, training, and teaching experience, she turned around and put the ball in my court.

“So, do you have any questions for me?”

I was hesitating to ask the one question I had in mind. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I said, “I’m sorry, I have to ask. Would I be the only man on the faculty here?”

The headmistress, sensing my apprehension, responded, “Well, as you know, this is a girls’ academy, so most of the faculty and staff are women. Is that something that would make you uncomfortable, Mr. Brunswick?”
Trying to diffuse the awkwardness of the question, I responded, “Well, no. It’s just that I was surprised to hear that you wanted to meet with me once I read about the school, since it’s a girls’ school.”

“If that bothers you, why did you still come?”

Surprised, I said, “I never said it bothered me, just that it surprised me. I would have thought you’d want all your teachers to be women.” And then hesitating, I added, “But maybe I was wrong.”
The headmistress smiled and said, “Let me show you something that I think will help you understand. Here, take a good look at me.”

“At you?” I confirmed.

“That’s right.”

That’s when things changed. Suddenly, her eyes seemed to glow bright blue. Not just the colored portion, mind you, but all over. I looked even closer to make sure I wasn’t imagining things or it wasn’t a reflection of the light. Sure enough, the lights were coming from her eyes and nowhere else.

“How did you…”

“All in good time, Mr. Brunswick,” the headmistress answered, smiling. “That’s what I want to show you. But to do that, I need you to look closer.”

I did as I was instructed, seemingly compelled to do so, as I wasn’t able to pull my gaze away from her glowing blue eyes. And as the lights seemed to grow brighter, they seemed to overpower me and penetrate me, but then as soon as I started feeling penetrated by the headmistress’ eyes, they seemed to change again, as if they weren’t just blue, they were blue and silver, and there seemed to be halos around her eyes.

I would have been more alarmed by this had her eyes not had the effect on me that they did. Instead, I felt calm, serene, and even in a state of bliss, simply watching the headmistress smile at me and stare at me with her glowing blue and silver eyes, and it made me want to gaze right back, even craving to gaze right back, to be filled with that sense of bliss. Even though I was a happily married man, I longed for the bliss that the headmistress’ eyes gave me.

“That’s right, just let yourself go. You’re probably fascinated; as you’ve never seen someone’s eyes look like this. Well, would you be surprised to know that your eyes look like mine do right now?”

She was right. I was surprised. And confused, and starting to feel fuzzy. I couldn’t tell what my brain was doing. But nonetheless, I was still filled with that blissful sensation, and I wasn’t going to look away now. I was too far gone for that, and I wanted that feeling to continue.

“I know what you’re feeling right now, Mr. Brunswick. This process has the effect of producing a euphoric sensation. You can feel it filling you now, can’t you?”

I don’t recall if I nodded or not. I certainly didn’t say anything verbally. I couldn’t. But she was right. She described what I was feeling perfectly.

“But what you may not understand is this. In most cases, including energy exchange, it is the masculine that puts forth the energy, and the feminine that receives and is filled by it. It’s not just in sex where the male exerts energy and the female receives and is filled by energy. Which means that, since you are the one being filled by the energy, that would make you female. Does that make sense to you?”

That statement didn’t really make sense to me, but by then I was too far gone to comprehend anything at all, so I just acquiesced to her explanation of what was happening and what it meant about my purported femininity that I could receive this sensation that I was experiencing.

Then, something in my mind coalesced, and I seemed to feel that she was right. I was female. My body would have indicated otherwise, but in this blissful haze, I had no sense of my body or of anything else in reality. I only had a sense of the headmistress’ gaze, and of her mind inside mine, and she probably could have convinced me I was a dog or a cat or a ficus plant, and I would have believed her. But no, she said I was female, and in that moment, that meant I was female.

“Yes,” she continued, “That means you’re ready to continue to the next stage.”

The euphoria I was feeling then started to fade, until soon, I didn’t feel it anymore. Instead, I felt nothing, blank and empty. I was then gazing into the headmistress’ eyes not because I wanted to, but because I had no volition to gaze anywhere else. I had no volition whatsoever.

“That’s right,” I vaguely heard the headmistress’ voice say. I couldn’t tell if I was hearing her voice with my ears or with my mind. “You are female,” she said, “and you are ready to open yourself up and let me inside.”

And sure enough, that’s exactly what I felt like was happening. I was definitely hearing her voice in dual now. She was speaking both to my ears and to my mind. I could feel something happening to my mind as I heard her speak. Something was changing, shifting.

“You are female.”

“I am female, Mistress,” I heard my voice say.

“And now you are ready to not only let me inside you, but you are ready to let yourself inside me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.

Suddenly I started to feel like I was floating. I started floating, losing my connection to the ground beneath me, as if I was getting pulled towards the headmistress’ eyes. Actually, I was getting pulled towards the headmistress’ eyes. Or was she getting pulled into mine?

And then everything went dark.

 

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Michael's interview at the elite girls' boarding school Silver Lake Academy seems to be going well. But then he sees the headmistress' eyes start to glow a bright beautiful blue -- and he wakes up to find himself transformed into a girl. Now suddenly thirteen years earlier and thirteen years younger, "Jennifer" must begin her new life as a student, not a teacher, here at this school -- and before she can change things back to normal, she finds it hard to resist the seduction and hypnotism of Silver Lake Academy's girl-empowered cult.
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Slave Unit 4704

Writer: Emissa Ghaight Length: 23 pages (TG Quickie)
Genre: Science-Fiction, Experimental Mature Content: Low
Transformed By: Computer AI, Enslaved Girlfriend TG Occurs: Beginning of Story
Series: Slave Unit 4704 (Episode #1) TF Details: Medium Description
Summary: You had a nice weekend camping trip planned with your girlfriend, but when you unexpectedly discovery a secret base in the woods, you’re both captured and imprisoned. Inside the compound, you discover everything and everyone is controlled by a super computer artificial intelligence, and soon you become one of his many mindless robotic female slaves.

You are out on a camping trip with your girlfriend.

You arrive at the campground and drive along the fields looking for a good place to set up your tent. You’ve been planning this trip for some time. The two of you have been seeing each other for a while, and things have gotten quite serious. In fact, she doesn’t know it yet, but you’re planning this trip to propose to her. You even managed to hide the ring in your backpack in a place where she wouldn’t look.

Finally, you manage to find a nice spot and pull up and park the car. You start to get everything out and set up the tent and get the campfire burning. You’re looking forward to the open fire cooked dinner that the two of you planned as you packed for the weekend. The sun is starting to set, high in the sky, radiating the sky with a glow of red and orange and pink. The air is warm and relaxing.

To your surprise, you notice what looks like a large compound, which you didn’t expect, given that this was supposed to be an open nature preserve. You point it out to your girlfriend, and the two of you go decide to take a look.

The walls surrounding it look thick and impenetrable. At the entrance gate and the corners of the walls, there appear to be guard towers. And you can see armed guards posted on each of them, even to the point of wearing protective helmets. At this point, you both agree that it’s best for you to probably pack up and find a different campsite.

Unfortunately, it turns out that you were already spotted. You both turn around and start to walk away. But as you do, you feel yourself get hit at a very high speed with some sort of tranquilizer dart. Before you can do anything or turn to your girlfriend, you both collapse on the ground, unconscious.

The next time you wake up, you are in an isolated cell like one you would find in a prison. Except instead of bars, the cells have glass walls. You have no idea how long you’ve been here. You are panicking, wondering what has happened to you, why you’re here, where your girlfriend is, and what will happen next. And it seems like you have a long while to wait before anyone will come to possibly provide you answers.

The door finally opens, and your girlfriend walks through the door to your cell flanked by two other women dressed in skin-tight top and pants and wearing helmets with dark visors covering their faces – exactly identical to what the guards on the guard towers were wearing. Your girlfriend is also dressed entirely in black – skintight top with elbow-length sleeves, skintight skirt that stops just short of her knees, thick tights, and ankle boots.

Immediately, you start begging her to get you out of there. But to your shock and horror, she stands there, stone faced, unmoved.

She speaks in a monotone voice and says, “I serve and obey my Master. I am his slave.”

Her words and her tone of voice chill you to the bone. You start begging her to snap out of it, but she remains unmoved, cold, and emotionless.

She then says in that same cold, robotic voice, “You will become one of us.”

Before you have a chance to ask her what she’s talking about, the guards move in and punch you in the stomach. You double over, and they pound you on your back. Unable to breathe, you fall to the floor. Your girlfriend then injects you with a syringe, and you are reduced to being just barely conscious and unable to move. You try to say something, but you simply can’t make your mouth work. The guards pick you up and carry you, following their leader to their destination.

What happened to her? Just a couple hours ago, you were about to propose to her, she was happy to be with you, then you get abducted, and the next time you see her, she’s stone cold saying she’s a slave who obeys her master? And she’s going to make you one too? What’s that about?

You arrive in a room with a metal chair that has straps for your head, your chest, your arms, your waist, and your legs. Still weak, the guards hold you and turn you over as your girlfriend sticks you with another syringe. You start to feel even more numb and weak. Next, you feel your girlfriend start to cut at the base of your skull with a scalpel. It hurts! The pain is searing! What is she doing to you? Why is she doing this?

The guards tear off all your clothes, and then they sit your limp body in a chair while you’re still too weak to resist, and they strap you in so you can’t move once you do regain your strength. That cut that she made in the back of your head still stings. As you sit there, you feel something push right into the incision made at the base of your skull. The incision burns even worse! This action alone is enough to make the sedative you were injected with wear off.

They force the foreign object even deeper through your skull. Whatever thin piece of plastic and metal they’re trying to force even deeper in there, it hurts even worse! You scream! You still can’t move, with the restraints holding you firmly in place.

Finally, the pushing stops. She walks over to a computer terminal and says “Perform cognitive pattern read.”
You try and interpret what that means. But as you do, you begin to remember all these elements of your entire life. Even things you didn’t remember, or things you didn’t even remember you remembered to begin with, you’re suddenly remembering now. You wonder if this is what people meant when they talk about your life flashing before your eyes before you die.

Incidentally, this is not far from the truth.

She then says, “Begin cerebral node formatting.”

You don’t even have time to register a thought in reaction to that sentence when you feel a spike of burning heat around your incision. You start to scream, shouting her name, begging her to release you and to get out of here. You keep shouting her name, fighting to remember the vibrant, vivacious young woman she used to be, as opposed to the lifeless automaton you see standing in front of you right now. Nevertheless, she stands unmoved.

And suddenly, you’re wondering if what she is doing to you now previously was done to her, and if that is the reason she is now behaving this way.

But as you wonder if this is the case, you cannot keep your thoughts straight to formulate a strategy to do anything about it. Your ability to think on your feet, indeed, your ability to think at all, is rapidly deteriorating.

You see old memories from your birth right up through this morning cycling through your mind, moving faster and faster. As you see each one, you try to hold onto them, trying to remember more and more details about each event. However, the more you try and hold on to each memory, the harder and harder it becomes to remember. And the harder it becomes to remember, the harder it becomes to think. Your panic level rises, and you keep shouting the name of the woman in front of you. The name of the woman you love. The name of the woman you have committed yourself to.

Soon your memories are reduced to basic facts of your identity, and the identity of this woman to whom you are connected. You try to remember details such as her age, where she was born, where you met, but soon even these seem to slip from your memory. Soon, you are shouting her name not in a plea for her attention, but merely as the last remaining detail from your memory. And then eventually, like every other memory, her name is gone.

And then, finally, you feel nothing. You are suddenly unable to think, to feel, to respond to your environment. You are no longer burdened with questions about what this place is, how you got here, why your girlfriend is behaving the way she is, or what these women are doing to you. You no longer have any question about who this is that is doing this to you, who else they are doing this to, and why they are doing it.
Not because your question has been answered.

Instead because now, you quite literally no longer have a mind of your own.

You can see, hear, and smell. Your skin is still registering tactile sensations. But you no longer have a conscious mind that can do anything with this information. You just sit there. If you could think, you would probably think that this is what being a vegetable is like.

She then says, “Formatting complete and confirmed. Begin upload and installation of slave operating system into formatted cerebral node.”

Again, another momentary burn at the base of your skull. And shortly, you find yourself with your only thoughts.

“I am slave unit 4704. I serve and obey my Master. I am his slave.”

Slave unit 4703, the slave who was previously your girlfriend, stands before you and says, “Report upload and installation status.”

You say, in the same robotic monotone in which she speaks, “Slave operating system installed. Slave unit 4704 initialized.”

“State your base program, slave unit 4704,” Slave unit 4703 ordered.

“I am slave unit 4704. I serve and obey my Master. I am his slave. I am under my Master’s control.”

 

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Prisoner

Writer: Dawn Carrington Length: 73 pages (Novella)
Genre: Supernatural Mature Content: High
Transformed By: Magic, Tech, Other TG Occurs: Throughout Entire Story
Series: Tiresias Global (Episode #2) TF Details: Detailed Description
Summary: Jack thought he was volunteering for some new weight loss and anti-aging research project. Instead, he finds himself trapped inside a mysterious empty room, with nothing but a chair and a video camera — and a woman’s voice, telling him what to do. She uses both reward and punishment to make him comply, as slowly, piece by piece, she has him reluctantly feminize and transform himself.

“Name?”

“Jack Stevenson.”

“Occupation?”

“Construction manager.”

“Age?”

“42.”

“Very good. Now remove all your clothes.”

“What?”

He sat on a chair in the middle of an empty room. Four blank gray walls surrounded him. No windows. No decorations. No furniture. Just him, the chair he sat on, and a strange video camera positioned on a tripod in directly front of him. The lens reflected an eerie glow.

Despite the apparent privacy and isolation, he wasn’t about to get naked. Especially in front of a video camera.

“Mr. Stevenson, take off your clothes,” said the female voice. It came over an intercom, somewhere above his head from a loud speaker embedded into the ceiling. Almost like the voice of God. Every word she spoke came through loud and clear — filling the room, surrounding him, engulfing him.

He stared into the camera. The little red light was on. He was being recorded.

“Do I have to?” he finally asked.

“Yes.”

Her commands were clear and direct.

He hesitated.

“Do it now or you won’t get paid.”

He stood up. No way. This wasn’t what he signed up for. “What the hell kind of racket you got going on here? I’m not taking my damn clothes off for no one!” He approached the camera. Stared directly into the lens. “You hear me? No one.”

“Sit down, Mr. Stevenson.”

He laughed and crossed his arms. “Make me.”

Silence. Nothing happened.

“That’s what I thou–” Suddenly an ear-piercing screech came over the intercom. Loud. Painfully loud. Ear-rupturing loud. He covered his ears hard as he could. “Make it stop! Make it stop!” He crouched to the floor. The piercing sound penetrated his hands, drilled into his ears, cut into into his skull. “STOP IT! TURN IT OFF!”

He quickly returned to his chair and sat down — still holding his ears.

The high-pitch piercing sound stopped.

Slowly, cautiously, he lowered his hands. His ears were throbbing. A minute or two longer and he might’ve gone permanently deaf. But here he was. Sitting back in his chair.

They’d be hearing from his lawyer when he got out of this.

“Now, Mr. Stevenson, will you take off all your clothes?”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t want to do that again. It caused brain damage to the last one.”

“The last one?”

“I gave you your instruction, Mr. Stevenson. It’s time for you to take off your clothes. All of them.”

“I want out of this. This isn’t what I signed up for.”

“Mr. Stevenson…”

“No. The recruiter said you were looking for paid volunteers for a rejuvenation experiment. Said you guys were working on some kind of weight loss and anti-aging drug or something.”

“Not a drug, Mr. Stevenson.”

“Look, I’m the first to admit I’m not in the best shape of my life. But your recruiter said you had something that’d make me look and feel younger, shed these extra pounds, really tone up my body, all without any diet or exercise…”

“Yes, Mr. Stevenson. That’s exactly what we’re here to do today,” said the god-like female voice over the loud speaker.

He continued, “But she said nothing about stripping naked in front of a camera. How do I even know you guys are legit? Is this being streamed over the Internet? For some sick voyeur website?”

“We just wish to document your changes, Mr. Stevenson. That’s all. Only Tiresias Global employees will ever see this video.”

“I dunno…” he said. He looked toward the only exit in the room. The small metal door he came in through. There were no other windows, no other exits of any kind. Not even a visible air duct anywhere. Just a bright light above, four blank gray walls, and that one small door. “Fuck it, you can keep your money. I’m outta here.”

He got up and walked toward the door.

But then he stopped.

“Where’s the handle?”

“The handle?” asked the female voice.

“Yeah. How do I open this thing?” He tried pushing against the door. It didn’t budge. He pressed his fingers against the seemless edge. No use. Couldn’t get a grip to pull on it. He started banging his fist on the door. “Hey! Lemme outta here! Let me out of here!!”

“Mr. Stevenson, please sit down. If you just cooperate and follow your instructions, this will all be over with before you know it.”

He continued banging. “Is anybody out there?”

“Mr. Stevenson… Don’t make me do this to you again,” said the female voice. “I will motivate you if I have to.”

He stopped banging on the door. He quickly flashed back to that unbearable ear-splitting painful screeching sound she used on him earlier. He did not want to go through that again. “If I lose one ounce of my hearing,” he said, “I will sue your company for every penny you’re worth!”

“I have other methods at my disposal too. Please just cooperate and sit down, Mr. Stevenson.”

He turned back toward door. Started banging on it again. “Anybody!” he shouted. “Let me out of this room!! Now!”

 

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Prisoner
Jack thought he was volunteering for some new weight loss and anti-aging research project. Instead, he finds himself trapped inside a mysterious empty room, with nothing but a chair and a video camera -- and a woman's voice, telling him what to do. She uses both reward and punishment to make him comply, as slowly, piece by piece, she has him reluctantly feminize and transform himself.

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Jack thought he was volunteering for some new weight loss and anti-aging research project. Instead, he finds himself trapped inside a mysterious empty room, with nothing but a chair and a video camera -- and a woman's voice, telling him what to do. She uses both reward and punishment to make him comply, as slowly, piece by piece, she has him reluctantly feminize and transform himself.

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A Girl’s Life 2

Writer:DK Masters
Permanent:Yes (By Choice)
Transformed By:Mysterious Demigod
Length:56 pages (Short Story)
Choice:Voluntary
When:Middle of Story
Sex Drive:Normal
TF Description:Minimal Details
Mature Content:Medium – Teens and Adults
Orientation:Straight
Who Gets Changed:Main Character
Series:A Girl’s Life (Episode #2)
Memories:Unchanged
New Role/Purpose:Wife & Mother
Summary:It’s been 10 years since Dana got supernaturally transformed into a girl. Everything seems to be going well, until she accidentally shares her secret with the love of her life. When he freaks out and rejects her for once being a man, Dana fears she may never find love again — unless the god who changed her is willing to reset time and give her another chance to make things right.

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A Girl's Life 2Life is strange.

They say truth is stranger than fiction. That’s probably because fiction is supposed to make sense.

My life, on the other hand… well, you’d have to live it to believe it.

Let me start from the beginning. My name’s Dana. If you looked up my birth certificate, it would say Dana Michaels. My social security number was given to that same name. Ask anyone who’s known me — and there’s plenty — I am and always have been Dana.

Except, that’s not entirely true.

If you read my diary from when I was in high school, you probably already know my story. But just in case it’s been a while or you don’t know me, let me catch you up to speed. I grew up in this really overbearing religious home. Whatever you’re imagining, double or triple it. It was that bad. I even got sent off to this overzealous religious boarding school, because I wasn’t “good enough” in my mom’s eyes.

Hmm. My “mom.” I wonder where she is…

Anyway, at school I met this guy named Jason. Ah, Jason. Such a sweet guy. He was my first boyfriend. Well, first real boyfriend, since the transformation. When I first met him, I was still a guy.

I wasn’t originally born Dana.

He was into philosophy and studying world religions. Taught me a few new ideas I hadn’t heard of before. Naturally, I got curious. With so many beliefs, so many possibilities, what was real? What was really out there, spiritually-speaking?

Was there only one God? The Christian God? Were there other gods and goddess too, like in Hinduism and other large and ancient religions? Were any of them real?

So I decided to do a little make-shift ritual. I laid a blanket out in the woods, lit some candles, said some chants and prayers… and fell asleep.

I met a god — at least, I assumed it was a god — in a dream. He said he was real, and answering my call. I wanted him to prove he had any real supernatural power. So I told him to manifest my dream girl into my life. Maybe he misunderstood me, maybe I worded it wrong, maybe he was just trying to teach me a lesson. But when I woke up — suddenly I had become the dream girl I had just imagined.

I woke up as Dana, the girl I am today.

But he didn’t simply transform me right then and there. No. He completely re-wrote history. Changed my parents. Changed my birth. Made me start life as a girl. Suddenly I had all of her memories — “my” memories — from this new history. No one around me remembered the old male me. Everyone always knew me as Dana, the girl.

The old me had been erased from existence, just like that. This new version of me, the girl, took his place.

I mean, I still consider myself “me.” Same basic thoughts and feelings. Same beliefs. Same curiosity and wonder. But there were some changes, too. For one, obviously, I found I was attracted to boys. That was a new experience for me. But eventually, when I stopped fighting it, I found it all too easy and natural to settle into.

Another new experience for me was the surprise enjoyment I got from making myself look pretty. I liked painting my nails — both fingers and toes. I had my girlfriends show me how to put on the right touch of makeup, really highlighting my features and making me look so cute and pretty. I liked how it felt when a guy checked me out or gave me compliments on my appearance. It just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I wouldn’t say I’m super fashion-savvy, but honestly, I do spend a little more time trying on different outfits than I’d care to admit, too. When I was a guy, I really didn’t all that much about my appearance. My attitude used to be, “hey, I’m wearing clothes, people should be happy.” Now I see clothing and makeup as an expression of who I am.

Will I dress slutty or conservative today? Airy and flowy, or conservative and business-like? Bright and colorful, or muted colors so I don’t stand out? Honestly, it all depends on how I’m feeling that morning. And who I’m going to be with.

I feel a little more “domestic” than I used to, too — I actually find cooking and a little light cleaning kinda fun. It’s the instant gratification of seeing the results of your work. This room was messy, now it’s clean, and I did that. That makes me feel good. Or food — okay, I’m not the best chef in the world — but I love cooking now. It feels creative. Mixing ingredients and spices, combining different foods, making a meal out of miscellaneous scraps and leftovers. I rock it in the kitchen.

But don’t let a guy hear me say that. I’m so sick of men expecting women to be a certain way.

Just because I have breasts and a vagina, doesn’t mean I want to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen all the time. It doesn’t mean I don’t have a mind of my own. Or my own hopes, dreams, fears, and feelings.

Here’s a tip, for any guys reading: girls are people too, and we just want to be treated that way. Love us, and we’ll love you back. Period.

I won’t be with a guy who treats me like a slave. But if a guy’s genuinely nice and appreciative of me, I’ll gladly cook and clean and do stereotypically feminine stuff for him. Joyfully.

But don’t think I’m just a stereotypical girl, though. I still play video games, I love reading super hero fiction, and I’m pretty good with computers. Some girls — ugh — some girls are such morons and ditzes. Completely helpless. Completely useless, if you ask me. They need a guy for everything!

“Help me open this jar. Help me do my math homework. Help me turn on my Mac computer. ” I swear, these kinds of girls set the women’s lib movement back 50 years. It’s the 21st century. Women can be just as good as men. Do anything a man can do. And better.

In fact, we can do everything a man can do — and more. Men can’t have babies. Men can’t breast-feed. And although I “hear” it’s possible, I have yet to meet a man who claims he’s had multiple orgasms.

In today’s world, I think it’s better to be a woman. We can wear anything we want. Do anything we want. Express ourselves however we want. We don’t need men for anything. Well, not survival or anything, not like a 100 years ago. It’d be a lonely world without men. I don’t mean to imply they’re useless or anything. Far from it. I love men. Men… relationships in general… dare I say it, it’s cliche, but “love” is what makes it all meaningful and worthwhile. Without that — well, life just sucks.

All I’m just saying is, women are equal, or in some cases, even better.

I get the best of both worlds. As a girl, I can wear anything, do anything, be anything I want. I’ve even got my own career. I’m actually a high school philosophy teacher. Imagine that. And yeah, it’s not the biggest paycheck in the world. But I enjoy what I do. I make a difference in kids’ lives.

And except for that once-a-month thing where I feel like total shit for a few days, being a girl rocks. I love it!

So anyway, where was I? I do tend to get lost in thought sometimes. Oh yes. So I got transformed — well, technically, “reborn” as a girl. History got changed. And here I am. Obviously, some of my internal thoughts and feelings changed along with my new body, but overall, I feel I’m pretty much still the same me. Who I am in my heart, in my soul, is the same. It’s just who I am to the outside world that’s totally different.

It took some getting used to being a girl at first. But once I let go and learned to embrace it, I started having a lot of fun.

Especially when it came to boys.

 

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It's been 10 years since Dana got supernaturally transformed into a girl. Everything seems to be going well, until she accidentally shares her secret with the love of her life. When he freaks out and rejects her for once being a man, Dana fears she may never find love again -- unless the god who changed her is willing to reset time and give her another chance to make things right.

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Ideal Lovers: The TG Game Show

Writer: DK Masters Length: 94 pages (Novella)
Genre: Fantasy, Science-Fiction Mature Content: High
Transformed By: Best Friend, Game Show TG Occurs: Throughout the Story
Series: None TF Details: Detailed Description
Summary: Two best friends compete in a major broadcast game show, using magic while trying to out-wit each other, hoping to turn the other into his ideal girlfriend forever.

“We should be picking up their broadcast signals now.”

Sam awoke from a very long nap. His seat was so comfortable. The most comfortable seat available in the entire galactic network. But that sounded a lot more impressive than it really was. The entire “galactic network” consisted of only five planets, three of which were still so backwater and underdeveloped, that they made third world countries back on Earth look ahead of the game.

That only really left two planets: Earth and Terra Prime.

Earth you already know about. It’s that pretty blue and green planet, third one from the sun, that humans first came from. In the late 21st Century, faster-than-light space travel was developed, and humans began exploring and colonizing the depths of space.

Terra Prime was the first Earth-like planet we found. They called it the Great Manifest Destiny — Part II. (The first, of course, being the Americans moving out west to claim their land and fortunes.) And it was a big race. Entire nations pooled resources and came together to build entire colony teams, gather and transport untapped resources, and claim new regions of this gorgeous, lush, water-rich planet. Completely virgin. Completely untouched.

It didn’t need any terraforming like Mars, which was an utter failure. Mars ended up being one of those other three backwater planets where only the poor, desperate, and outlaws tended to hide. You could make an honest living there for sure, but it wasn’t anywhere you would make a fortune.

But Terra Prime was a gold mine.

Not just for its clean air and crystal-clear oceans, lakes, and rivers. Not just for its gorgeous pristine mountains — some even higher than the Himalayas back on Earth. It wasn’t even the raw land and open space.

It was something else:

A rare mineral they found early on buried within that planet.

It looked like a crystal, but it was completely unique to anything humans had found anywhere else yet. Probably the remnants of some neutron star a zillion years ago, that exploded or died to help provide this planet’s raw materials. So what was so special about this rare mineral?

They came in all shapes and sizes. Blue ones, pink ones, yellow ones, green ones. Multicolored ones that refracted in the light. They were pretty. And at first, they were collector’s items. Jewelry. Status symbols. Little more. But then… then one day an “accident” happened.

A woman had a rather large one of these gems — they called these crystals “auras” for their unique and brilliant colors — that she happened to be wearing in any overpriced engagement ring. As the story goes, she was making love with her fiance, but he had a little “trouble” rising to the occasion. Apparently it wasn’t the first time, either. Frustrated, she sighed and expressed her frustration. She wished he never had this problem. She wished his dick was bigger, harder, and ready to go all the freaking time. And that’s when it happened.

It grew.

His dick. It grew. Without him doing anything. Without them trying. It tingled with what he described as a “magical energy” and made his cock grow larger, thicker, and taller. And from that day on, he never had problems rising to the occasion again.

He, of course, had several doctors check it out. No one could explain what happened. A grown man’s penis doesn’t just spontaneously gain an extra inch and a half, thicken out, and suddenly be ready to go all the time. Especially considering he had had this “problem” for most of his adult life. Not that he was complaining. But he was curious.

The doctors ran every test they could think of. Nothing came up. As far as they could tell, somehow, suddenly his very DNA had changed. He hadn’t signed up for gene therapy. It was too expensive. But this — this was almost magical. He and his (now) wife have never been happier or more active in the bedroom.

Once word of his story started to spread, people began looking for the common denominator. Here and there, occasionally, a similar (or completely unrelated) story of a “magical” event happening started to spread around. And eventually people found the connecting element: every single one of these stories had an aura gem nearby when the “event” happened.

Before long, research labs and casual hobbyists were experimenting with these beautiful minerals. And eventually it was confirmed without a doubt. There was something in these beautiful crystals — some kind of yet-undiscovered magical power — that responded to human will and desire.

The key? It had to be in proximity. Any more than 50 or 60 feet away, and the crystal wouldn’t respond. And the person had to focus his/her mind and will. Passionately feel something, a strong desire, to activate the crystal. But that was all it took. Proximity and a clear, focused emotion.

The aura gems didn’t last forever, though. Each time they were used, they shrank a little. Somehow they stored this limited resource of “magical” energy. But eventually, after enough uses, the crystals were spent, and the auras turned black.

Which, of course, created a huge demand for more aura mining on Terra Prime. The planet was set. Many, many people quickly made their fortunes.

But almost immediately after, the allied interplanetary governments started regulating these auras, putting all kinds of rules, restrictions, and laws upon them. They said it was for everyone’s own good. But people suspected the governments just wanted to use it for their own purposes.

Fortunately — they weren’t forbidden or banned completely. They just required a special license and could only be used under certain circumstances. Medicine, for example, expanded by leaps and bounds as hospitals and doctors began using auras for solving a wide variety of problems and needs. Major movie studios who could afford the aura licenses often used them for “real life” special effects. Deep space expedition crews brought some along their long journeys, for both entertainment and survival needs.

The only thing auras couldn’t be used for was casual, everyday, “just for fun” stuff by the common public. Licenses were really expensive. Only the super rich could afford it. And the government regulations demanded that all auras had to be used for some kind of practical purpose that somehow benefited the general public.

But that didn’t stop ordinary people from wanting to use auras. It just meant they had to find creative, legal ways to use it for what they wanted.

And ever since their discovery with that famous story of the man with the small limp penis — people have been wanting to use auras to enhance and fix their own love lives too.

Some entrepreneurial genius used that to come up with a great idea.

A television game show.

 

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