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“Oh Seb, good morning! You've been out for a while.”
Seb tried to move but found he couldn't. He was tied down.
“Guess you should know. We've been looking for someone to do this to for a while. You seemed like a good contender.”
Seb thought he saw the cheerleading team standing around him.
“We always knew you would be perfect. Good thing you never play sports! While you were studying, we knocked you out, and while you were out we got to work. We glued breast forms to your chest, put on the make-up, even glued on a wig. And yes, we gave you a corset and dress.”
Seb saw it was Kate, the head cheerleader who was talking.
“From now on, you belong to us. You'll work for us being the biggest slut you can. If you do... (Kate giggled) You'll get a reward!”
Through the next few days Seb was forced to do just that. Instead of going home the girls would lock him in the changing rooms with some leftover food from lunch. He was forced to do embarrassi
The Feminiser (Scarlet)Jack's eyes blinked open. The second he opened them he realised something was wrong. He was lying on a table strapped down. After trying to wrestle with the restraints, he found it useless and laid his head back down. After a few seconds of staring at the celling, he thought of something. Quickly he looked up, and down at his body. A whimper escaped his leaps. He was staring at half naked body, his manhood clearly in view. The only skin not exposed, was the skin hidden by the corset. The painful corset. Jack started to shout.
“Get me out of this thing before I fuck you up! I mean it! I will fu-”
The loud bang next to him made him jump. Someone had banged their fist on the table. Jack looked over in horror. The hand was small, with manicured nails. With horror he looked up to the owner of the hand. A slim attractive girl with heavy makeup and nice breasts looked down at him. When she spoke, it sounded perfect.
“Shut up please. I don't like it when my victims yell.
The Feminiser part 2Scarlet walked down the dark street. It was raining heavily, but she wore no coat. Only jeans and a shirt. In her pocket was a needle, in which resided a tranquilliser. It was the same routine as always. The one she'd taught herself. Scarlet hadn't been her first name. Nor had Samantha. Nor had Sarah. Even the thought made her uncomfortable. Made what was ever left of him uncomfortable. A wisp of anger crept through her. I was happy as a boy. I didn't want to be female. Certainly not the slut you made me be. Ah well, I'll get my revenge. One monster at a time.
Her walk eventually ended her outside a nice house in the more expensive part of town. A place she'd never hope to see again. Not as a owner anyway. Slowly, she tiptoed round the side of the house, and found a place to climb. That was something she was good at, at least. Breaking and entering. She climbed up to a bathroom window, and silently opened it. Scarlett had been doing this for a very long time. Once in, she tiptoed down
Remembering (request)Steve opened his eyes. Everything hurt, but he couldn't think why. Scratch that, it wasn't pain he was feeling. It was something he had never felt before. It was like he was numb yet simultaneously felt more then he ever had. His body felt so, strange. He tried to move, but even lofting his hand sent something through him that made him want to hurl. Whatever this was, it wasn't normal.
“Sir, this wasn't right, we should not have done this.”
“Its fine Brenda. She'll recover.”
“But sir, we haven't lifted the am-”
“Shh... You'll give it away.”
The voices made no sense to Steve. What was happening? Why did he feel so strange? He tired to move, to sit up and call out, but now all he could do was lie there, wondering what had happened.
After what felt like an eternity, Steve could finally move his body, ever so slightly. Tensing it, the strange feeling which had smothered him suddenly didn't have such an oppressive force. Trying as best he coul
Contest resultsWell, that was fun. We got an amazing three entries. Sarcasm aside, I'd like to thank the people who entered. Without saying too much, I'll get too the winners. In this competition, everyone walks away with something. (All three of you)
Third place: vixonhunts
This was a great TG. For many reasons, what with the idea of death and the inclusion of god as Morgan Freeman. It had humour, and made you think, btu there were problems. It was too long, and the story seemed to wander a bit. The transformation wasn't dwelled on much, and felt more like a take on death then a TG caption or story. Though I have high praise for Vixonhunts, it wasn't what I was looking for when I made the competition. Despite that, well done. Considering I already watch you, well, note me on the request.
Second place: MellissaLynn
I liked this e
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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