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Sam always knew Vivian was attractive under the conservative office clothes she wore to work, but this was unreal. The Great shift had hit during a strategy meeting at work, placing him in the body of his coworker who sat a few desks down from him. He had snuck a peek at his new body during the initial chaos of the swap, pulling her sweater down to catch a glimpse of his new body, but now he couldn’t take it anymore. It was all he could think about on the ride home, his seatbelt pressing into her sizable breasts. As soon as he got to his house he ran to the bathroom and stripped off her skirt, revealing her smooth, pale legs and the underwear tightly hugging his soft new ass.   Finally getting her buttons undone, he gasped as he pulled her shirt over her head, seeing his new body in all its glory for the first time. As understated as she dressed, Vivian had the body of a goddess underneath. He ran Vivian’s soft, manicured hands up his body, feeling the curves of her hips before bringin

I could almost feel the virus rushing through my bloodstream, changing everything about me as it went. A drunken kiss with a girl at the bar was all it took to pass it on to me, a few seconds of pleasure that would end up stripping me of any traces of masculinity i had. My lips are a little softer today. It’s a small change in the grand scheme of things, but i guess it’s the little things that stick out the most when you’ve already changed so much. They’re more sensitive now than they were before, bigger too. I purse them into a pout in the mirror, trying to link the features i see to my mental image of myself. It’s hard to believe I had been a man just a few days ago when i looked at myself now. Everything, from the curve of my lips to my soft, glowing skin denied that now. I wasn’t even white anymore, my skin darkening more every day until it settled on a rich bronze, one that better matched my new black features. Not a trace of the old me was left. Even my eyes looked different; Sof

It was all too much all at once; the smooth, silky hair brushing his exposed skin, the shots of liquor he had downed at the bar, warming up his new body. As he attempted to catch his breath, Connor could feel the bra he had picked out pushing his tits up and out, showing off his new cleavage. The matching thong riding his sensitive new pussy, begging to be used properly.   It didn’t help that the man he had brought home from the bar had already stripped down in front of him, giving him a perfect look at the cock he could tell his body wanted to ride more than anything else right now. It was supposed to be a simple plan, use the spell to transform his body and see how the other half lived for a night, then go back to his old body in the morning. He had had fun picking out the perfect form, a model he followed online, and buying an outfit to match. One night out, to satisfy his curiosity and then he’d go back to his real life. He hadn’t expected    to be so turned on though. He had made

Pulling out his phone and opening the camera, Tyler posed for a selfie, making sure his tits were sitting nicely in his new dress. Feeling satisfied, he sent the photo to his boyfriend followed by a quick text:   “Can’t wait to see you tonight, here’s a sneak peek of my outfit… maybe you can help me take it off after dinner and see what’s underneath!”  It was all still new to him: the boyfriend, the flirting, the tits, but it turned Tyler on just thinking about it. He remembered his last valentine’s day, a day he mostly spent at home playing video games, and compared it to his life now. Like always, he came to the same conclusion: Being a woman was just so much better. Second Puberty had catapulted him from being a gangly shut-in to a gorgeous blonde sweetheart in a matter of days, a change he happily embraced the second he experienced his first female orgasm halfway through his changes. The tits were a late addition, filling out his now curvy frame days after he thought the changes ha

“God, did you steal my top again? I was gonna wear that out tonight!” Sophie yelled down the hall, noticing another piece gone from her already shrinking wardrobe. “Sorry!     the stuff i bought last week hasn’t fit since my boobs came in!” Felix called back, barely looking up from the selfie he was taking in his sister’s borrowed clothes. “Plus i fill this out way better than she ever did, but i can’t tell her that” he thought.   Felix had moved into his older sister’s apartment for support after being diagnosed with second puberty, but it was quickly becoming apparent that the only “support” he needed was to fuel his growing fashion addiction. He had quickly outgrown the starter bra she gave him when he first moved in, and to her embarrassment, was now easily outstripping her in almost every department, including looks! Her younger brother, now sister, clearly enjoyed flaunting her new body around the house, a habit made worse by the fact that he openly flirted with Sophie’s guy frie

Sam had taken to his new body faster than anybody had thought he would, just felt so much better wearing a dress than he had ever felt wearing clothes as a man. It was something about how his clothes hugged his every curve now, highlighting the body he had been blessed with by the Great Shift. The woman’s body he ended up in radiated sexuality, a fact Sam loved to show off now with his ever-growing clothing collection. He had never been much to show off before, but he could show off something different in his new body every day and never get bored - plunging necklines to bring attention to his new tits, perfectly full and heavy, or maybe a crop-top to highlight his toned stomach and hips? the possibilities were endless. Dresses were his favorite, a way to show off his hourglass figure and gorgeous long legs all in one package. It was addicting, showing up to an event and watching the control he had on others - the men sneaking glances at his cleavage, the women jealously eyeing up his

The Gender Virus had taken everything from Jack, but it had given him so much in return. Without it, he never would have found his calling, after all. It wasn’t football, like his family wanted. He was good, great even. Everyone talked about what he could have become if he had the chance, like it was some great loss, but he had found something much more important: Without the Virus, he never would have felt how much he was missing out on by being a man. He had hated it at first, watching the muscles he had worked so hard for shrink down to almost nothing, but the more his body changed, the more he started to realize the truth, that his old self was giving way to something so much better. The weight had practically poured off his body at the start. He thought it could have been the flu until he started to lose his height next. Within weeks, he had gone from the biggest in the family to shorter than his mother, a woman he hadn’t been eye to eye with since middle school. By then, he knew