After the great shift put me in the Body of a stunning blonde 21-year-old woman with ample cleavage, I had no choice but to go bra shopping to find something to fit my new voluptuous assets. Despite my female Body, I fell out of place in the female lingerie section. I was nervous when one of the shop girls offered to measure me and help me find the perfect bra. Standing in the dressing room, trying on bra after bra, I could see how my future was going to be a lot more uncomfortable than it used to be.

  The Dread Pirate Robinson discovered that British justice was not as harsh as he had expected after being caught and tried. He was sentenced to a life as a woman and a sailor's hammock companion.  With the aid of black magic, they turned him into a beautiful woman. Now, he serves aboard the British flagship as the Admiral's comfort girl.

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James said out loud I wish I could find true Love. He found himself pulled into a rip in the Fabric of space and time. He was deposited in a parallel universe where he was born female. Now he was a beautiful young woman. He looked in the mirror and admired how beautiful her face was: long blonde hair, green eyes, perfect red lips; then his eyes wandered down to the beautiful Body he now had, clothed in a wedding dress. Before he knew it, they bustled him out of the room and down the aisle, and he found himself saying I do and kissing a man's. In this universe hed find true Love.

"If you want to keep your job here, Albert, you must follow the company's rules." The manager slid a handbook across the Desk and tapped the cover with one finger. "Here's the female dress-code handbook. Read it carefully and follow it." Albert opened it reluctantly. The requirements were unmistakable: makeup, stockings, high heels, a skirt, and a blouse. "No men's clothes. No men's shoes," the manager continued firmly. "You're a woman now, Albert. Start acting like one, at least while you're at work." Albert wanted to argue, but the seriousness in his manager's expression stopped him. If he wanted to keep his job, he had little choice but to comply. The next morning, Albert arrived at work dressed exactly as the handbook required. He stepped through the entrance in his skirt and blouse, carefully balanced on his high heels, with his hair styled and makeup applied. He felt intensely self-conscious, convinced that every...

Michael couldn't believe his sister had convinced him to go to Comic-Con with her.   He was even more surprised when she told him she would transform him into a female Star Trek officer with the perfect skimpy costume to show off his new Body.   When he asked her if he could go as himself, she replied that she wasn't willing to be seen in public with her brother in some lame costume.   Before he could say anything else, she transformed him into the character she had in mind just so she wouldn't have to go by herself again.

  At 6:00 a.m., Sam left his night job at the local gas station and started the short walk home through the woods. He felt an airy feeling, as if something were watching and following him. He told himself it was just his imagination. Then something jumped out of the darkness and grabbed hold of him. It dragged him to the ground and bit him on the neck. He woke hours later, cold, shivering, in a coffin and completely changed. He was now a voluptuous woman with long, flowing black hair, dark red eyes, and a taste for human blood.   He had been bitten by a powerful vampire and turned into a vampire too. To keep him subservient to his Master, they also made him female. Now he stalks at night, looking for prey to satisfy his taste for warm human blood.  

    William refused to accept his new identity as a woman. He refused to wear women's clothes and underwear. He refused to wear makeup and do his hair. He refused to be ignored and pushed to the sidelines just because he was now a woman at work. He was going to stand up for himself and make sure he was heard. That didn't go well for him at work; they demoted him and put him in a secretarial pool where he could moan and whine like the women he was with about their lives and their problems with men.  

  Jack did not like the old woman who lived next door.  She turned out to be a witch.   She did not appreciate all the calls he made to the council about her property.   She decided to switch their bodies and see how he liked being her.

  Jackie had often wished her husband could experience, just for a little while, what her life was really like. She didn't want to punish him. She loved him. But lately, she had found herself exhausted by the endless balancing act—working during the day, coming home tired, keeping the house running, and somehow finding the energy to deal with everything pregnancy demanded of her. One evening, after another particularly exhausting day, Jackie sighed and muttered, "I wish you could experience this for yourself. Just once. Then you'd understand." She never expected the wish to be taken literally. The next morning, Jackie and her husband woke up to discover that something impossible had happened. His head was attached to her Body. Her head was attached to his. For several long seconds, neither of them spoke. Jackie stared down at the unfamiliar Body beneath her head, then slowly looked across the bed at her husband, who was experiencing the same bizarre reality from t...

  Tony felt like he should have been born a woman. Like many people, he had heard the legend of the magic waterfall. It was said that if you laid a gift for the goddess and she accepted it, she would grant your deepest, heartfelt Desire as you stepped into the waterfall and allowed the water to wash your Body. After trying many different waterfalls, he was sure this was the one, and he placed his basket of fruit and flowers by the side of the waterfall and offered a silent prayer to the goddess of the water. He stepped beneath the water and let it caress his Body. When he stepped out, he had transformed into a beautiful young woman and the maiden of the water. 

  Sarah didn't want to go through with the wedding her father planned with a Man she didn't Love. She's what happens when she's with her father, so he would have to take her place as bride and wife. He was definitely not happy when he landed in her young Body, standing at the altar after saying I do. He was even more frightened when it came to the honeymoon and his new husband expected him to put out. 

Marcus had been born into nobility.   From the moment he could walk, servants had done everything for him. He had never known hunger, cold, or genuine hardship. He had never needed to work for anything he possessed. He was titled, wealthy, and utterly convinced that everyone beneath him existed for his convenience. To Marcus, commoners were little more than dirt beneath his boots. One afternoon, while riding through the woods with his band of men, he spotted a young woman gathering berries and herbs. She was poor, alone, and completely unable to defend herself against a group of armed riders. Marcus wanted her. And Marcus had never learned to accept the word no. What followed was an act of cruelty that would haunt her—and ultimately Marcus—for the rest of their lives. When the men were finished, they abandoned her in the place where they had found her, leaving her frightened, humiliated, and pregnant. That night, beneath a ragged blanket in the forest's cold darkness, she pray...

 

 

 

Jessica had always believed her brother got everything. It wasn't because he worked harder for it. As far as she could tell, he barely had to ask. Their father adored him, and being the favoured child seemed to open doors that remained firmly shut to Jessica. Whenever Dad announced a hunting trip, her brother was invited. When the men went fishing, her brother went along. When they packed the truck for a weekend of camping, Jessica was told the same thing she'd heard countless times before: "Sorry, sweetheart. Boys only." There was always something waiting for her at home instead. Her mother would give her sewing to finish, chores to do, or some lesson about becoming a "proper young woman." Jessica hated it. More than that, she hated watching her brother return from another adventure muddy, sunburned, and grinning while Dad proudly told everyone how well he'd handled himself. So, on her sixteenth birthday, when the cake came out and everyone gathered ...