The Sleepover (TG Timmy version)

The time has come! My friend, tg-me and I have teamed up to write a TG caption together. The title seems a bit bland, but, oh well :P. Here's the picture we've decided on. We hope you enjoy what's soon to come!

Micheal on the left (tg-me) Timmy on the right (TG Timmy)

God, I still hate what happened to this day! I don't care if was a month ago, I don't care if it's been all of my life! What happened will never be gone from my mind. Ever since my best friend, Micheal, came to spend the night at my house, it's kind of been hell. Well, for me anyways, he's (she's, I guess...) off enjoying his (her) new body. And for me? Well, I just absolutely hate it! I mean, you have no idea what a pain in the arse being a girl can be... Let me tell ya, it's bad enough that I have breasts, I'm a foot shorter and not to mention I don't have... Let's just leave off there and say I'm a girl girl.

It was a Friday in December, me and Micheal had been planning this sleep over for a few days now. He had just gotten this new game for Xbox and he wanted to bring it over to show me how awesome it was. School, well, it was probably one of the longest days in my life, anticipating the sheer awesomeness that Micheal explained. After that last bell rang, I ran home. I came home 10 minutes earlier than other days, I like to take my time walking. Anyways, I went upstairs and quickly cleaned my room and freshened everything up. I walked downstairs to sit on the comfortable couch in my living room. My mom came from the kitchen, chuckling, "I hope you know, dear, that it's only 3:51. Your friend probably won't be here until around 5." I looked up at her, "Oh, you're right... So I did all of that for nothing then..." "No... It doesn't hurt to be clean, right?" "Yea... Well, I'm going to play in the mean time!" I walked back upstairs and slammed myself on the bet and started up my Xbox.

2 hours was quicker than I thought! I heard the doorbell ring and looked at my clock, it was 5:15. "I'll get it!" I yelled, rushing down to open the door. Almost breathless, I opened the door and saw my good friend, Micheal with a gym bag. "Hey Tim!" He said, smiling. "What's up dude!? Come on in!" He stepped in to the living room, stumbling. "Want me to get your bag?" I offered. "That would be great, thanks." I grabbed his bag, but it wasn't really heavy. "What's in here?" I curiously asked. "Uhh... My pillow, a blanket, the game and... I think that's about it." I scratched my head. "And... this was heavy to you?" He shook his head, closing the door behind him, "Just getting the thing through the door was what did it." I don't blame him, my door isn't really that big anyways. "You ready to play?" "Are you kidding? I've been ready!" We went upstairs to play the game he brought, I don't distinctly remember, but I know it was something gory. A few hours passed and it was starting to get dark. We were both getting bored. As much as I hated to say that, we were. I turned the Xbox off and turned to him, "So, what's next?" Micheal rubbed his chin, looking up into space, thinking. Then, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh yea! Hold on, Tim, I'll go get my bag." He got up and went downstairs. While I was waiting, I grabbed the game case to read the game manual. Let me say, that was the worst game manual I've ever read, it shouldn't even be considered a manual! It was like somebody got a piece of paper, folded it in half, and stuck it in there, my God... Oh look, Micheal's back. "Check this out." He reached into one of the side pockets and took out a vial filled with pink liquid. "Erm... What is that?" "Well, every time we have a sleepover, it gets kind of boring, you know?" I shook my head, "... No?" He sighed, "So, you mean to tell me what happened right now, with us getting bored with the game, isn't us getting bored?" I looked over at my Xbox, he did have a point. "I guess you're right." "Anyways, I went over to this gypsy on Thursday and she gave me this gender changing potion!" He held up the vial as if it were Excalibur. "You know, a guy drinks it and he turns into a girl. Vice Versa with girls." To be honest, I think he was just trying to play with my mind. "And so, if we drank this, turning into girls of course, we wouldn't be bored anymore!" Eh, so I just played along, he was one of my best friends! "Alright." I said sarcastically, "I'll drink it, because it'll totally turn me into a girl." I chuckled, I don't think he caught on to my joke.

Micheal popped open the vial and drank half of it. "Wow, that actually tastes pretty good!" He handed me the vial and I downed the rest of the pink liquid. It tasted like a mix of raspberry, strawberry and cherry. It did taste amazing. Personally, I didn't think it was going to work, I mean really, a gender changing potion? "So, now what?" I asked, handing him the empty vial. "We wait!" I shrugged, "Alrighty then!" It was kind of boring. We just kind of sat there, well, he did anyways, I went on my computer to play Minecraft. It seemed like he was never there, it was so quiet in my room. To be honest, I got scared for him and looked at him just to be sure he was alright. He just lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I tried to break the silence to start a conversation, "That 'potion' was pretty good." Micheal sat up, "Yea... Yea it was." He turned to me, "Hey, you want to play that game some more?" "Sure, why not?" I turned my computer off and went over to my Xbox. As I grabbed his game case, there was this sudden energy that ran through my body. Micheal apparently noticed me when I froze, bending down to grab the case. "You alright, Tim?" Picking up the case, I placed it on my Xbox, "Yea, I was just thinking..." I tried not to let him know about that feeling that just happened. "Whoa..." Micheal shuddered. "What's up?" I asked him. "This chill just ran down my back, is your window open?" I shook my head, "No, it's closed." Then, Micheal started to smile, it kind of creeped me out. "Uhh, Mike?" "I know exactly what's happening now!" He stood up. "Alright, dude, you're starting to scare me..." I told him. "That chill I just had, I think that's the start of the transformation!"

I think he's playing something on me. We do that all the time, but I think he may be going a bit far on this one. So, I decided to come out with this one, "Come on, man, do you really think that... fruit... milkshake... drink thingy really works?" He gave me this look, I can't really describe it, but it was one of those 'you-don't-trust-me?' looks. "Would I lie to you?" "Actually, you probably would since we play pranks on each other all the time." I smiled, trying to bring a sense of friendliness. He sighed in disgust and sat down on the bed. I couldn't help but feel bad for not only him, but for myself as well. "Look, Micheal, I'm sorry. But, I just don't think that there's such thing as a potion that could..." I stopped and noticed Micheal's hair. "Yes, Timmy?" He looked at me. "Y-y-you... H-hair..." I studdered, gesturing to his hair. "What?" He looked confused, I was surprised that he didn't catch on. "DUDE!" I finally managed to get out. "Your hair is growing!" Micheal's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes! It's working!" He jumped up and down. He went to my bathroom and looked at his reflection. Still, his hair grew. "This is awesome!" He came back to my room, "Tim, we're finally going to be girls!"

Oh no... It's actually working... I thought all those fairy tales and stories about changing gender was all fiction, but the proof was right there in front of my eyes... And in my stomach. I looked at Micheal's hair, and found that it was already longer than before, and seemed to be turning a slight burgundy brown. "No..." I said in this shockingly 'no way' tone. "Don't worry, Tim, it'll be happening to you soon enough, you drank your half about a minute after I did!" He smiled. "Oh! Looks like I spoke too soon!" Wide-eyed, I ran to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror to find my hair growing longer by the second, as if it weren't real. Then, the black color of my hair melted off, revealing a blonde hair color underneath. I could hear Micheal going off about him turning into a girl. Quickly running out of the bathroom, I put my hands on his shoulders, "Do you even know what's happening?!" I tried to yell some sense into him. "Why, of course I do, Timmy!" He cheerily said. "We're turning into girls!" "That's the problem, do you really want to turn into a girl, Micheal?!" "Sure! What's to hate? I'm going to live a new life and experience everything differently!" I could hear his voice rising in pitch, you couldn't tell if he just talked, but I could easily hear it.

Well, here I am, turning into a girl before my very eyes... I don't see what Micheal is so excited though, I really don't. So, I kind of gave up, you can't really fight magic. I sat down on my bed and just awaited the changes with no effort of fighting it. "Oh, this is amazing!" Micheal, still jumping up and down, cheered once more. I didn't have anything to say, other than "Why the hell did I agree to drink it?" in my mind. Then, Micheal stopped. "What's wrong, Mike?" I got up and went over to him, "I... I think it's just more changes..." Yep, he was right. As soon as he finished his sentence, his entire body shrunk. He was a little shorter, for one; and after that, his shoulders seemed to drop, losing his masculinity. "Ahh..." He painfully sighed, working his arms around, it seemed to hurt from his standards. Then, I could see his arms and his legs shrink to size. Micheal looked down, "Oh cool!" "Yea, I guess... The only problem is, Mike, is that your clothes are practically falling off of you." Timing couldn't have been better. Micheal's shirt and pants tightened against his body, giving the clothes a perfect fit. "You were saying?" He chuckled. Afterwards, his clothes started to change. Not much, anyways, they just turned white and grew spots all over his clothes. So, Micheal was now in, what looked like, girly pajamas. "Hmph, I like it!" Then, the changes shot over to me.

The pain struck me slow, as if I had just finished a good work out. Everything felt sore, even my own skin. I could see everything 'grow' , even though I knew I was getting shorter, and was 'stooping' to Micheal's level. I felt my arms and my legs cramp, they were shrinking, like Micheal's. Then, my shoulders did the same. The only good side to this transformation was that everything happened to Micheal first. At least I get to see what's coming before it happens to me, you know? "Greeeaaat..." I looked down at myself, well, at my loose clothes anyways. "I hope you know what that means!" He giggled in the highest voice possible. I guess I wasn't paying attention, because when I heard him, his voice was at the tone of a 3 year-old. The clothes magically shrunk to fit my new stature and turned pink. All traces of my old clothes faded away into pajamas. "Oh, look at you! You look cute!" Micheal said. "Gee, thanks..." I replied, rolling my eyes.

I don't like these pajamas. Why? Well, for one, they're pink! And second, they're a little loose... It just feels kind of awkward, and the pants are kind of high. I feel like pulling them down to try to cover my ankles, but then I start pulling them off, and I don't think anybody wants that to happen. Anyways, I got thirsty. I know for sure that my parents were still up watching TV and I didn't want to go down there with blonde hair and pink PJ's. But I decided to go down anyways; who knows, they might be out watching a movie or at dinner. "Micheal, I'm going down to get some water, you want anything?" Micheal shook his head, "No, I'm good, thanks." I slowly opened the door and looked downstairs, it was completely dark. "Good..." I thought. I opened the door and sneakily went downstairs to my fridge. I opened the fridge door and freaked myself out, thinking that one of my parents was behind me. I grabbed a bottle of water and went back upstairs. God, I couldn't tell you how thirsty I was. I chugged half, maybe more, of that bottle in a matter of seconds. "That was a life saver." My voice was dry. "Did I not just drink this entire bottle?" I thought. I opened the cap and drank the rest. Clearing my throat, I went back upstairs. I opened the door to find Micheal watching TV. "Oh hey! Timmy, where'd you get that nail polish? I LOVE it!" Micheal was starting to creep me out, with all the changes and everything. "Nail pol-" I stopped myself. My voice, my own voice, was gone. Well, not gone gone, it's just.... Oh, I don't know... I HAVE A GIRL'S VOICE NOW!? "Oh no..." I shook my head "No, no, no, no..." I looked at my hands, since Micheal had pointed them out. They were pink with little flowers on them, and it looked like I had just gotten a manicure. "NO, no, no, no, no!" I was complete denial.

I looked down at my feet, only to find them like my hands. "This... this isn't good!" I yelled in a shrill voice that I was to claim as my own. "Of course it is! It's all part of the process." He winked at me. Then, I could feel my boxers tightening up, real tight, too. The started to creep up my legs and turn softer, as if they were morphing into... panties!?  God, were they uncomfortable! Do you know how tight and uncomfortable panties are when you have... well, something there?! I tried not to let Micheal see the face I had, but my God! But it only got worse; there was this tugging on my butt. Not like on my pants, on my actual flesh. I put my hands to stop whatever was doing it, but then I realized, that's it's the potion doing it... I shook my head and just let it happen (hey, no dirty thoughts! I'm trying to tell this seriously!). The panties only got tighter since my butt pushed out. "At least that's done and over with..." I thought. Nope, there's still more! My hips pushed out , too. WOW, were they tight! I thought I was going to loose all blood flow, to be honest. I wanted to take them off, but not in front of my friend, no way! So, I just stood there, watching the same things happen to Micheal, him being all excited and happy. Then there was this loud, sudden crack that could just pop your ears. This most excruciating pain hit me. I bent over, holding my stomach. But it wasn't my stomach, it was my waist. I looked down and found that it just kind of caved in, shrunk if you will. So, not only do I have tight panties, but I have a full feminine figure... Great! Thanks, pal!

"Wow, Timmy, that must've hurt!" Micheal cringed when he heard that crack. "Oh, believe me, that'll happen soon enough." Which got me thinking, why are my transformation faster than his? He drank it first and he's been the first to transform first before me. "Micheal..." I began. Then I heard that familiar crack again. "AHH! ...Hold on..." I didn't blame him, that really hurt! "Oh... Yea, what's up Tim?" He got up, trying to recover himself. "If you drank that potion first, why am I changing faster than you?" He thought for a second. "Hm, I don't know, really. I think it may be the attitude of one, or maybe just... the person?" "Attitude..." It echoed in my mind. "No...! What if I'm changing because of me? I'm the one not excited for this change, what if the only reason is because I don't like it?" "Wow, you're lucky, you're going to be a girl first!" Micheal said, still trying to recover. I shook my head, "That can't be good..." "Sure it is! You'll be fine, it's only temporary."

Now, see, he didn't mention anything about it being temporary. That changes everything. "You mean to tell me, all of this, is temporary?!" I was a bit agitated. "Yea, you thought it was going to be permanent?" Micheal chuckled. "Well, yea!" Micheal started to laugh, it sounded almost like a girly giggle. "Come on, dude, you really think that I would get a potion, a gender changing potion, to make us both permanent girls?" "Yea..." I mumbled, "I figured, since you think that everything is boring." Micheal came over and put a hand on my shoulder, "No, it's just for tonight! It'll be fun!" Alright, that lightened me up! At least I know it wasn't permanent, I guess I can like it, for now anyways. I still want to see how this all plays out. Micheal sat down on my bed, looking like a girl now, but I know something was missing... Something didn't make us a girl just yet... What was it? Eh, it doesn't matter now, does it?

I just stood there, waiting for nothing to happen, like a casual person waiting for something to never happen. Aaand, that's when it hit me... When I was there, staring off into space and thinking about what it'll be like being a girl for x amount of time, there was this strange feeling. Not like a 'there's-a-sniper-watching-us' feeling, no, this was something different, like I knew it was about to happen. It was this... this really awkward feeling, and I mean really awkward. In my pants awkward (I didn't want to sound dirty, but it was!). Suddenly, it hit me... for the second time. I was going to lose my manhood. My eyes opened and Micheal saw them. "No...!" I think he knew what was happening from the look of his face. Blech, it was the worst possible feeling you could ever have. I'm not talking about putting your hand in warm spaghetti, not in a bowl of water beads, I'm talking about something going inside of you. I could just feel my own piece of flesh slowly contract inside of me, slowly shrinking and fading away into nothingness. But afterwards, there was this cool, but warm feeling that suddenly flowed through my body. Oh, was that relaxing! It was like an icy-warm jacuzzi. This sensation that I couldn't describe was over and then it hit me... for the last time; I had nothing!

I went to grab my groin, attempting to grab whatever I had there, to make sure it was there, but I felt nothing. To be honest, I started to panic. All I felt was the cloth of my pajamas. I wanted to make sure that it was just my pajamas, so I turned away from Micheal and stuck my hand in my pants (you have to do what you have to do... I guess?). I... Well, I didn't feel anything but a soft patch of skin, and nothing more. But, I don't know why I was worried though, it was only temporary. Micheal I guess had the same problem, I could tell that it just happened to him because of his face. Probably enjoying that feeling I had, too. "So... That's it, then?" I asked him. He shook his finger at me. "Nuh-uh." He pointed to his chest. Oh, right....

Sprouting breasts was... Hmm... Well, it was... It's kind of hard to describe. First there was this... tightening feeling, like you couldn't breath. Then, it just grew tighter and tighter until there was pressure from behind. After that, it just started to push out. I personally couldn't breath, so I just tried to hold my breath and concentrated on something else other than the pain that stretched my skin out. And concentrating worked! The time it took to form them was shorter than it should have been, right? I don't know, I've never had to grow those things before! Anyways, so here I was, standing here, as a full bled temporary, mind you, girl. Micheal, still hadn't had his chance to bloom yet, so, he was right; I was first. I gotta say, it was weird, being a girl and having different parts and a new weight on you to 'control'. Then, I guess Micheal started his process too because of the pained, breathless noise he started to make. "Mike, just try to concentrate on something else, forget about the pain." His face went from a painful cringe to a relaxed state. And in no time, he had breasts!

"Ahh! Finally!" The girl named 'Micheal' cheered, jumping for joy. "I'm a girl! How are you feeling, Tim?" "Ehh... I don't know, I'm still not liking this." I sheepishly replied. "So... What are we supposed to do in these?" I pointed to my new found body. "I don't know, girl stuff?" Micheal replied. What? Girl stuff? What the hell is 'girl stuff'? "Uhh... Girl stuff, Mike?" I asked him. "That gives me an idea." He (well she now) said. "You called me Mike, that won't work. We're going to need girl names." "Ohh..." I pouted. I felt kind of spoiled for that split second. "Uhh... What do you want to be called?" I don't know any girl names! So, I just said the first thing that came to mind. "Uh... I don't know, Taylor?" She cheered, "That's perfect! I like that name, too!" "Thanks?" I didn't know what to say to something like that. "Call me... Mira." She said. "Okay." I shrugged.

"So..." I said, crossing my arms and drawing an imaginary circle with my foot. "How exactly is this 'exciting' and 'not boring'?" Mira shrugged. "I dunno... But hey, we're girls now, right?" I had no idea what that meant, "I guess?" "Oh! Which reminds me!" Mira looked in her gym bag for something. "There was instructions to that potion..." Instructions? God, why didn't she tell me this all before hand? It's starting to agitate me that she had stuff that she- "Found 'em!" She held out a small piece of paper. "Not much though, I thought there would've been more. But all this says is, 'don't drink before midnight'. Hmph, it's not midnight now, is it?" I knew something was going to go wrong... I slowly turned my head to the clock on my nightstand. -11:59-
I looked back at Mira, wide eyed. "What?" I pointed to the clock and she turned her head. "Oh... heh heh..." She sheepishly forced out a laugh. "I guess I should have done it later?" "You're telling me... Mira, that I could be STUCK AS A GIRL FOREVER!?!?" You don't know how mad I was. I mean, really, I didn't think that stupid potion would work in the first place! And here I am, standing here, infuriated, as a full bled permanent girl. Great, that's exactly what I wanted for Christmas, mommy.

"I'm sure that... nothing will happen, right?" Mira shrugged. "Nothing will hap-... *sigh* You realize that we're going to have to tell our friends and our parents on what happened, right?" "I don't know, I think I'll like being a girl. After all, I think that one guy Jason is pretty cute." Whoa, whoa, whoa... Back up. Did she just say some guy was... cute? "What... did... you... say?" Trying not to freak myself out. "Oh, yea, uhm... I think if you drank it before midnight... Uh... You're a girl, permanently. Which probably means that you'll start to think like one, if anything..." She had this kind of guilty look. I shook my head, "Oh, no, no, no, no. I am not, not, going to have a girl's mind. No way no how! But, I think this nail polish looks pretty." I held my hand up to examine the- NO! No, this isn't going to happen to me. I'm not turning into a girl. "I think I'll probably call Jason in the afternoon tomorrow..." She quietly talked to herself. "Mira!" I shouted. She snapped out of her trance. "Yes?" "We're going to have to get some sleep soon. I'm getting tired." "Yea, so am I." I don't want to sound dirty here, but I had a pretty big bed and I didn't want Mira to sleep on the floor, so I offered a space next to me on the bed. Just sayin', I want to be nice for a friend. We got into bed and went to sleep no problem, that is, until Mira woke me up...

"Hey... Hey Taylor..." She lightly tapped on my shoulder. "Hmm...?" I lightly hummed. "You think Jason will go out with me?" Good God, it's practically gotten to her head, I don't think I can save her. "I'm sure he will, Mira..." Damn it, I'm not succumbing to a new mind, I'm fighting this thing before I go down. I shook my head, trying to forget what I said. "Thanks." She turned over and went back to sleep. I fell asleep in no time and started to have this dream. It was me and my other friend, Alan. We were watching a movie together, I forget. But anyways, I went over to his house to play games and then, it got all serious. We were talking... Talking about relationships and who we're thinking about asking out... He started to move in on me... Lips puckered... We- NOOO!!! God, no! That's... UGH! Not to him! No!

Morning came slow, with me staying up and trying to fight the thoughts all night, apparently, it worked, nothing else came to mind when the clock hit 7. "That was horrible..." I whispered to myself, rubbing my tired eyes. "You up, Mira?" I turned around and she wasn't there. Suddenly, she popped out of the bathroom. "Good Morning, TAYLOR!" She said in this real, cheery voice. Oh no... "I'm glad you're awake, I had the best dream! OH! Me and Jason, we were at his house and..." She went up to my ear and whispered in this giddy tone. "... We kissed!" She jumped back and smiled, "Oh... So, how did you sleep?" Mira had this 'whatcha-doin'?' tone. "I... I didn't really get any sleep." I brushed my blonde hair back. "Aww, that's too bad... Well, at least now we can talk about stuff." "Stuff?" Mira sat down on my computer chair and crossed her legs, "Oh, you know; we can talk about who we want to date, when you want to get a manicure, and-" "Whoa, uhh, Mira, I'm not really into that stuff..." She stopped, "What do you mean?" "I mean, I'm still a guy." She had this serious face and burst with laughter. "... Oh, you're funny, Taylor." I gave her a serious look. "I'm serious..." She stopped giggling. "Oh... Well... I'm sorry, then... I just wanted to be closer..." Then, Mira got depressed after. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mira." I went over to hug her and try to comfort her. "I just... I'm not into girl stuff, you know? Sure, I have the body of one, but I'm still me. I'll do stuff when you want to, just... I kind of got to think about it, you know?" Mira looked up at me, "Ok." She smiled and hugged me back. "Good. I'm glad we got that-" "Timmy, Micheal, breakfast is ready!" My dad called to us. Oh no...

I totally forgot about my parents. What am I... We, going to do? We're 2 girls, and my parents are going to see us and freak! "Ooh, yum, I've been starving since this morning!" Mira said, jumping up from my chair. "Uhh, Mira? I don't think you noticed, but uh... We're girls now!?" Mira nodded, "Yes, yes we are." "No, Mira, you don't understand! You and me were guys last night, do you see a difference?" I pointed to our bodies, "Our parents saw us last night, and if we go down now, they're going to flip out!" Mira took a minute to process what I just said. "Ohhh... OH!" I guess she finally got it. "Oh well, I'm hungry! I'm just going to go down." She opened the door and started to head downstairs. "Mira, no!" I shouted and started to chase after her. She giddily skipped down the stairs while I was stumbling and tripping trying to catch her. "Morning!" Mira said in the same cheery voice when she came out this morning. "Hi, and you are...?" I could hear some confusion in my dad's voice. "Oh, I'm Mira, Taylor's friend." "Taylor?" I reached the bottom of the steps and grabbed Mira's hand, "Gotcha!" My dad turned to me, "Who are you?" There was this long, awkward pause. Nobody knew what to say. So, I'm pretty much screwed here, I just decided to tell him the truth.

"Dad..." I finally said. "What? I don't even know you." He said. "It's... I'm your son Timmy..." I looked him in the eye. "Son? You're a girl, you can't be-" He took a deep stare into my eyes. "Oh my God..." He dropped whatever he was washing in the sink. "Timmy... What... How?" I didn't want to point the blame over to anybody, but I had to, I can't just make up, 'Well, dad, I went to sleep and woke up as a girl.' Who's going to believe that? "It was really all Micheal's-" "Mira." She interrupted. "Mira's idea." I thought my dad would've been angry, but I guess he just has to deal with the fact that he has a girl for a daughter now. "Well, that's..." He couldn't finish his sentence, what was he supposed to say? Then my mom came out, "Oh, who are you 2?" "Mom, it's us." She took a minute to look at us. "Timmy?!" She finally said, "What happened!?" Do I really have to go through this again? "Mira, last known as Micheal to you guys, brought over this potion that he said would change one's gender. I didn't believe him, so I drank it. It was supposed to be temporary, but well, it kind of messed up and we're kind of... permanent..." Then, it hit my dad. "Oh no, then you're going to be...? Oh, Jesus, no!" He went into the kitchen with his hand on his forehead. I'm going to assume that he's afraid I might get pregnant, but I know better than to fool around. Plus, what are the chances of me falling in love? "No, dad, I'm not going to be a prissy, girly girl, I'm still going to be your good son, Timmy!" I tried to calm him down, and it worked. "Really?" "Yea, Mira's mind is taken over, she has the mind set of your average girl." I glanced over at her, she giggled. "So you don't have to buy me new clothes-" "Now hold on a second." My mom butted in, "Who said anything about that? I'm going to take you on the best shopping spree, EVER!" Did I forget to tell you how much my mom loves to shop? "No, mom, please, I don't need to." "No no... Erm, what's your name?" I sighed in disgust, "Timmy, mom, just keep calling me Timmy!" Mira sat down near the counter, crossing her legs casually, "Her name is Taylor." She smiled. "Taylor? I like that name." My mom said. Great, now my mom likes the fact that she has a daughter to do everything with, fan-freggin'-tastic.

And so ends my story. You know how it happened, you know how it ended... well, not yet at least. My mom is happy she finally has a girl to do things with; my dad still has the same son to go fishing, hunting and cooking with; and Mira... She's just really happy to be a girl now. Me? I'm absolutely pissed! Do you know how hard it is being a girl? No, you don't, because you didn't have to go through those changes, you don't have breasts to carry around, you don't have a pretty face so people can just stare at you. You have no idea, guys, really you don't. For God's sake, I don't think you know how much a hassle having... You know what? I'm done, okay? I'm done. You know what happened and the aftermath of it. Good-bye.
Oh, by the way, if you ever see a gypsy that'll sell you a gender changing potion, beat her up, please?


You've read my version, now stay tuned for tg-me to write his version!

The deed is done! (and a new design to the page)

Hey guys!
If you don't already know, a good friend of mine (well, only anyways :P) tg-me have decided to team up and write a story together. Well, today is finally the day that we've decided on a story. I'll be writing my half of the story shortly after I play some Xbox (I've been on the computer since 10 AM, and it's 11 right now, nothing but a little break won't help). So, stay tuned!

I've updated the design on my page, if you haven't already noticed :P. I hope it doesn't look too bad or if it's not as good as the original. But, here it is! Hope you like it!

The Magic 8-ball

Something I came up with and decided to write. Personally, I don't really like the plot that I've set, but that's up to you to decide :D.

Jimmy always tried to ask people questions and expect them to give him an answer. He would even sometimes go up to random people and ask them questions! One day, he was finally fed up and decided to buy an 8-Ball.

He was walking to his local neighborhood store, asking them if they had an 8-Ball for sale. They told him they never sold such "witchcraft" and that it's blasphamy to even use such things. He couldn't find any store that sold them. They all told him the same thing. He sat on the curb, depressed. Then, a mirror shone in his eyes. He looked over to find an odd new store. "Strange..." He said to himself, looking at the store and rubbing his chin. He got up from the curb and began to walk to the store. After a short walk, he opened the door to a blast of herbs and spices, also complimented with a warm atmosphere. He walked around, noticing exotic plants, lions made of bronze, and many books on the shells that claimed to have "magic" powers. He came up to the front desk and rung the bell which sounded like a giant gong. "Wow... That bell is pretty loud for being that small." He said to himself as he saw an elder lady walk through the beady curtains. "Ahh... How can I help you today, young sir?" She said in a cackly, old voice. "Yes, I've been going all around town trying to find an 8-Ball but nobody sells it." She pondered, having a hard look on her face. "I understand, people think 8-Balls are bad for the soul, as if you talk to the devil yourself. I might have one in stock for you, let me go check." She left him without saying another word, going through the beady curtains. Jimmy heard ruffiling and bashing in the back room. He was worried that the old woman might get hurt. Just when he was about to go help her, he heard a loud crash, "Ahh-ha!" She came back out, covered in dust and some debris. "I bring you, the last 8-Ball I have in stock." She handed him the ball, it was as shiney as a new bowling ball and as smooth as the surface of a granite counter top. "Free of charge!" She said, gesturing a hand above the ball. "Thank you very much!" Jimmy waved good-bye and walked out the store.

Jimmy returned home with the ball in hand. He arrived at his house no later than 2 minutes. He walked upstairs. He stopped half way up and began to think, "Why am I so happy to have this?" He looked down at the ball and made a face. "Well, I feel kind of stupid now..." Now somewhat depressed, he sat down on the side of his bed, staring sadly at the ball. He sighed in disgust and shook his head, "O, magic 8-Ball, will I have a better day tomorrow?" He shook it vigorously as if angry at the thing and turned it over. The dark blue liquid swirled inside and then the die came up giving an answer, "No day would be better than tomorrow." Confused, he took that as a no and placed the ball on his nightstand. He took his shoes and socks off and covered himself and went to sleep.

The next day, he woke up to a crisp, sunny day. It was a Friday and glad it was, school has been a pain this week and he was glad it's going to be over in about 8 hours. He got up and got his clothes, preparing to take a shower. He turned the water on and let it run for a couple of minutes. He took his clothes off and put them in the hamper in the bathroom cloest. As he was about to enter the tub, he noticed something weird in the mirror. He backed up and saw himself, full view in the mirror. Jimmy began to study his body very closely. He shrugged, "Oh well, it must be my eyes" he said rubbing them, "I did wake up not too long ago..." He stepped in the tub and pulled the knob that turns the shower head on. About half way through his shower, his skin suddenly felt soft. Softer than normal, like a baby's head. "Wow, this new soap my mom bought it amazing!" After about 5 minutes in the shower, he got out and dried himself. He put deoderant on and some cologne on as well. He put his boxers on and jeans on. As he began to put his shirt on, it felt a bit loose. He peeked out the head hole and looked, it was so loose, it seemed like he was wearing an extra large shirt, when he only wore a medium himself. He got out of the bathroom in attempt to find a smaller shirt, it turns out, that was the smallest shirt he had. No choice, he had to pull his shirt back to make it tigher like he's seen his girlfriend do. To save some embarresment, he wore a jacket. The only bad thing was, it was almost summer and today's weather was going to be 93. He left for school.

He arrived at school, looking around to see if anybody noticed something. Nobody noticed anything but him wearing a jacket in the near summer. "Hey Jim!" One of his friends, Zach, called out. "Hey Zach." "Why are you down in the dumps?" "I'm not, I'm just pretty tired... Oh well, I'll see ya at lunch?" "Yea, sure!" The bell was about to ring and everybody was already in their seats, waiting to learn about their daily dose of Chemistry. Class had passed by quite quickly and break was already next period. He wanted to spend the 15 minutes he had in the library, to get some piece and quiet from all the notes he had taken in Chemistry. As he entered the library, a sudden, but magical feeling ran through his body. "Oh..." He held a hand on his stomach. Quickly, he looked around the library to find that people were busy among themselves and power walked to a corner of the library. Double checking to see if anybody was near him, he looked down at himself and saw that his legs had changed dramatically. They were a lot more shapely. "Oh my God... What's happening to me?" He whispered to himself, noticing that his tone of voice was higher. He continued to observe his body as it slowly changed. He could feel his stomach pull itself in. He felt his hips jerk a bit and felt a bit uncomfortable as they widened. His butt pushed out and only tightened his jeans on himself. While all of this was going on, he noticed that his clothes started to change. The jacket he wore slowly turned to a bright yellow as the sleeves retracted up along his arms, turning into a vest. His pant legs started to merge together, fading into a plaid pattern. His underwear quickly morphed into a pair of white panties. The soft material felt cool against his skin, but the tightness was discomforting. He felt something tickle his ear, he thought it was a spider and swiped his ear. Attempting to look at to either side, he could easily see bangs from the top of his eyes. His shoulders, as if being sanded by magic sandpaper, were slowly rounding and smoothing off, loosing their broad structure.

Jimmy started to panic. He didn't know what to do, he was changing into a girl. His thinking was soon thrown off track when he felt his groin have a funny feeling. The thing that declared him a man was soon retracting inside him. He made faces as the feeling of something going inside of his groin was unpleasing. Soon he felt his lower body churn, strengthing inside. Soon enough a cool feeling began to flow through his body as a sensation came over him. The thought and feeling of his new privates felt relaxing. But, the sensation was soon brought to a stop when he noticed his chest growing. He put his hands on his chest. Feeling a bra underneath, he felt his chest blow up like balloons. The pressure was building up and it caused him pain. Jimmy couldn't stand the pressure anymore, he was about to scream. He took a deep breath when finally 2 breasts took place and sat on his chest, making him sigh in relief.

Jessica sat down in the corner, in fetal position. "How... How did this happen?" She thought, staring into space. Then, out of surprise, she saw Zach in the corner of her eye. She jumped and looked up at him. "Jimmy?" He whispered. He knelt down and got up close to her face and looked deep into her eyes. Jessica suddenly seemed to be attracted to Zach, "It's... Jessica now..." She said shyly, still looking into Zach's eyes. "That's a nice name." Zach said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. They began to kiss. Jessica still remembers her old life as well as Zach still sees her as one of his best friends, but they were soon known as the best known couple in school.

2 minds, UNITE!

As I see, I don't have any followers :'(, but alas, I will write for my being and my one and only friend, tg-me. Now, I've been on Blogger for quite some time (about 3 months at most) and have made one, but good, friend and his name is tg-me.

We've been talking and have decided that we both will work on a story together! Something I've never done before, personally, but we'll make it work and it will be a masterpiece (trying not to sound too exaggerated)! So, stay tuned, non-followers ;), the story will be on both our pages!

Deserving what you get

Sorry for taking so long with this story, school related :\. Here's yet, another story!

Chris had a small problem. Well, a big problem actually. His problem was he's wanted to be a girl. Ever since he was 7, he's wanted to dress like one, act like one and even look like one. But his parents would be devastated and his father, infuriated. But he has a small, temporary solution. He has an older sister, Melissa. The way he 'solves' this problem is by sneaking into Melissa's room when she and their parents aren't home. Therefore, he can put on whatever he wants and leaves it the wait he found it so she never knows.

One night, Melissa was going to a party. When he found out that his parents were going out for a movie and dinner; it was pure, undefined success. His sister was getting ready when their parents, already in the car, began to grow inpatient and started to honk. "I'm coming! Hold on!" She shouted. She hurriedly walked out the door and Chris waited a few minutes by the window, making sure they were gone. After he saw the car leave, he made his move. He entered the familiar ground of his sister's room. Pink wallpaper, pictures of Justin Bieber on the walls, bed a mess and cd's strewn across the floor. He walked over to her drawer, in which, she kept her panties in. Grabbing a pair, he then went to her closet and snatched a pink blouse. He grabbed a matching skirt, a bra and some red and pink high heels. He never really wondered why his sister was so fond of the color pink.When all was collected, he took his clothes off and put her clothes on. The panties slipped right on. The bra took a while for him to get on because of the hooks. The blouse, a little tight fitting, was close against his skin. The skirt he pulled on was cool and elegant on his waist. He had a little troubling putting on the high heels though. He went to her bathroom and began to apply some make up to make him feel a bit more feminine. After some lipstick and eye liner, he heard the door open, he froze in horror. "Hold on mom, just give me a second." Melissa was faintly heard from the living room. Apparently, she had forgotten her purse in her room because she was rushing. Chris didn't know what to do. So, he just got out of the bathroom and stood there, in her room, standing in her clothes with make up on.

His sister opened the door, she was jaw dropped. There, standing before her, was her younger brother wearing her clothes. "You... little... PERV!" She screamed. "I-It's not what it looks like?" Chris tried to playfully shrug it off. "Oh, you know damn well what it looks like." She gave him this horrible look. "You're wearing my clothes. Oh, and you're wearing my favorite blouse, too!" She pouted near the end. She took a deep breath. "You know what? I'm not mad. In fact..." She walked over to her bed and pulled out a small case from underneath. She opened it and pulled out a vial no bigger than a half dollar. "I finally get to use this on somebody!" Melissa turned to Chris, "Drink this." She handed him the vial. "Hell no!" Chris pushed the vial away as if he were a baby pushing away a food he didn't want to eat. Melissa grabbed his (well... her) blouse. "If you don't drink it, I will punch you in the face and tell mom and dad about this." She handed him the vial. Chris looked at it like it was deadly. "Okay! Okay..." She let go and Chris took the vial. He popped the top and drank it. Melissa gave a satisfying smile and walked out the door. "See ya!" Chris didn't understand, what was in that vial? And why did she not tell him to get out of her clothes? Oh well, he didn't care and went back to dressing himself. That's when he felt funny. He felt as if the clothes were loosening up on him, growing bigger on him, perhaps. He looked in the mirror and saw nothing. When he did look into the mirror, he saw his hair grow before his eyes. It went down to his shoulders, turning a light purple. He started to panic. He didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was, it was happening fast.

Still looking in the mirror, he watched the changes on his body. He saw his legs and his arms shrinking, slenderizing and becoming more feminine. His shoulders lost all masculinity, rounding off. Still trying to figure out what was happening, he felt pressure on his waist. It was hurting! He looked down to where his waist was. When he did, it loudly snapped and caved in. Chris bent over in pain as his hips widened and his butt pushed out, making the panties that much tighter on him. When he looked up, he knew immediately what was happening, he was turning into a girl. Chris jumped excitedly as he awaited more changes. The day where he became a girl was finally coming true. He felt a sudden jerk in his groin. Looking in the mirror, he could see that the bulge that declared him a man was gone. The panties soon felt a lot more fitting and more comfortable.

Thinking that his transformation was complete, Chris saw his chest bloat. "Ahh..." He gasped, noticing his voice was a lot higher than before. His chest pulsed and pushed out with each heartbeat. He was filling in the emptiness of his bra, but the awkwardness that he felt as his chest pushed out was a little too much for him to handle. He felt the need to puke, but then his chest stopped. So now, he had a pair of breasts and was an official girl.

Chelsea stood in a happy stance and stared at her new body. "I love it!" She cheerily jumped up and down. She heard the door open, it was hard to believe that she was already home. Melissa walked into the room, "So, Chris, how-" Melissa was attacked by Chelsea, she hugged her. "Ohmigawd, Melly, I love this new look! Thank you sis!" Chelsea slapped a kiss on Melissa's cheek. She giddily skipped out of Melissa's room. She stood there, dumbfounded, that her 'was-a-little-brother' was actually happy to be a girl. She was too confused to care.

A Damsel in Distress

I feel somewhat bad using somebody else's picture, but as I said before, I don't necessarily own these pictures and take no credit for them. Just putting that out there before I get in trouble ^-^.

Kevin was going to the beach with his family to take a vacation. After all, it was summer and they should spend it well. They lived not too far from the beach but they still rode in the car to save time. His parents were talking about what they should do first but Kevin just told them that he was just going to walk around the beach and just collect shells while they and his sister play in the water.


They arrived at the beach so fast that Kevin didn't know whether they stopped off at a gas station or not. As he opened the door, a fresh breeze of salt water scent and crisp air, slammed his face. He loved that smell and nothing can be better than that. He got his towel, umbrella and a few toys and gave them to his sister. They wondered around until they found a nice spot under a palm tree. "Alright, I'll come back here in about 15 minutes after getting shells." "Okay honey, just be sure to stay away from strangers!" His mom told him as she was laying down a towel. Kevin began to walk off in the opposite direction of where they were.


He kind of lied, he didn't really collect shells, he just liked to be alone and away from them. He needed a break once in a while. While strutting along, he sees something in the distance. A rock? No, too small to be a rock. A beached shark? Possibly, but then again sharks were no where near this beach. He got closer and found that it was a young girl. He ran to her, trying to see if she was alive or if she was drowining. "Oh my God! Are you okay?" He said as he knelt down. He flipped her over and found something else unusual, her bottom half of her body was... fish? "Whoa!" He said in amazment, she was a mermaid. "Y-y-ou..." She said in a beautiful but weak voice. "What?" He said, holding her head up as she was giving him something. "Take this amulet.... b-b-back to my people and tell them... the favor is..." She died and she disinegrated into granils of sand. The amulet had pearls as the necklace with an Amythyst crystal in the middle. "How am I to get this to people that are underwater?" He held it up in the light when it started to dim. "What the..." A huge wave came and was about to crash into him. He froze and could do nothing but to let it hit him.
He found himself in a white area. "Am... Am I dead?" He said to himself, the voice echoed around the empty abyss. He was floating in the air and didn't know what was happening. Then he saw a spec, a small little black spec that was that small or it was in the distance. It was indeed getting bigger and didn't know whether it was heading towards him, it was growing or he was going to it. SLAM! He was dissorientated as he looked around to find a young girl like the one that died, standing above him. "Hey! *snap, snap* can you hear me? Can you see me?" The words were a bit muffled and he could see her but it was a blurry image. It also seemed to burn his eyes, as if he were underwater. He got up and found himself floating like he was in that small dream he had. He was underwater! "Ahh! I'll drown down here!!" He said as he was beginning to kick around. "Relax! There's an air bubble around your head for you, human!" Kevin calmed down, "Human? But aren't you..." She sighed "No, if you can see this" She waved her fish tail in front of his face "then I don't think I would be human now wouldn't I?" He gasped as the air bubble was close to his face when he did. "C'mon, I need to go take you to King Neptune." "WHAT!?" Kevin was surprised and confused as the mermaid grabbed his hand and swam. It was dim lit and he couldn't see anything but it started to light up as he saw a city. "Welcome, to Atlantis, human!" He was amazed, it was full of life, he saw mermaids and mermen everywhere, fish were helping out and everybody there are friends of one another. Then he saw a big building, "Is that..." "King Neptunes palace, yes human. We are going to talk to him."


Kevin saw palace guards at the entrance and when they saw him and the mermaid, they bowed and let them enter. There was red colored coral acting as a red carpet. She slowly swam up the the throne where King Neptune sat. He was a brave, herois person. His crown was made from the finest of gold and his trident was bigger than Kevin's car. He "got up" and began to slowly swim towards Kevin. "You dare to bring a human into Atlantis, Ashley!?" He roared. "Your Majesty, he is the one who recovered something from my fallen sister." Neptune thought as he ran a hand through his long beard. "Is this true human?" Kevin nodded, speechless. "May I see this 'thing' that Ashley speaks of?" He held a hand out. Kevin reached in his pocket and got the pearl amulet and let it float softly into his giant hand. He held it up to his face and thought hard. "Ah, yes... Sister Katie... A dear shame..." He snapped his fingers and two swordfish swam like a bullet and recovered the amulet from his hands. Kevin got the courage to say something. "The girl had told me to say that the favor was... something but she passed away soon after... Your Majesty." Neptune kneeled down and studied his face. "Hmm... This human is honest, and responsible. I can see him being one loyal to thee." He grabbed his neck, popping the air bubble and began to squeeze hard but not enough to choke him. "King Neptune!" The mermaid named Ashley shouted. "Relax sister, I am mearly granting him powers." He let go and Kevin gasped for air. Wait, air? Was he breathing underwater? He felt something move on his neck. He got a hand and rubbed his neck only to find small gills un-noticable to the naked eye, but he knew they were there. "Take him to the chamber and then bring him back after he's finshed." Neptune ordered his guards. "Wait, where are you taking me!?" The guards grabbed his arms and took him away from the throne room.


They threw him in a room with a huge circular table and white majestic columns. The guards shut the door covered in sea anenome. He saw shadows move from the columns. They were people but were they mermen? He couldn't tell because of the shrouded hood of a maroon robe covered their face. Then he heard voices. He couldn't understand them though, it was like an ancient language. Each one began to sync with one another after one spoke. He looked around and couldn't understand what was going on. Then he saw another one enter the circular table. He was holding a tablet and began to chant but not like the others. Shortly after he did, Kevin's back snapped and cracked so loud, it was like it was broken. He shouted in pain because it felt like a pitching machine threw a football the speed of light hit him directly in the back. It was still cracking but not as loud as he felt it rearraging itself. His arms and legs did the same. The strange thing infront of him waved a hand over the tablet as he saw it glow and turn yellow. Then he felt himself shrinking. Not as in ant shrinking, like his body parts were loosing muscle mass. He looked at his arms and they were slender. His stomach was smaller, his shoulders were less broad looking and his collar bone seemed out of place. His face was warm and fuzzy as it too, changed. He had a feeling what was happening but he was afraid he might have been wrong.


The strange creature waved his hand again, turning the stone tablet red. As he chanted, Kevin felt his legs moving. He looked down and saw that his trunks were shredded apart and was now naked. He couldn't cover himself because the other creatures held him in place with their magic. He could see his legs stiffin and become straight as if he were standing like a penguin. Then he saw his skin stretch out. His toes were growing longer and saw that he had webbings in between his toes. His toes were out about 1 foot in front of his feet when he heard and felt his bones crack again. He winced in pain as he watched his bones on his feet grow out and formed fins. His legs, still together, began to merge with eachother. The bones cracked still as they too, became one. He could see them becoming one giant fin. He started to tear because of pain. When it was done, he had 1 giant flesh colored fin. But what of his that was once between his legs? He could see that it was shrinking. It was dissapearing into his crotch and could see that it could be no more soon. Then his fleshy fin began to itch. When he looked at it again, the skin began to flake off and be replaced by scales. He could see the flesh falling off by the chunks. The scales were auqa green and a bit of blue hue was added. His bottom half of his body was now fish like.


The creature waved his hand again and the tablet turned blue. He saw starfish appear out of thin air (well, water anyways...) and latch onto his nipples. His hair was beginning to grow down to his shoulders or what had appeared to do so. He felt pain on his nipples because the starfish were bitting down. "Ahhhhhhhh!!" He said as each second, his voice would raise in pitch. Then he saw a string tie itself through the starfish and around his back, making a bra. Then he saw his chest grow out. Each time he breathed, they grew a little more. He could see that the creature grew impatient and made a gesture and Kevin's new breasts pulled out in a painful manner. The breasts were finished and so was his transformation.

The guards came back in and dragged her back to King Neptune. "Ahh, I see that the prophets have changed you well." She said in all due respect but still in angry voice to Neptune, "Why am I a girl, your majesty?" Neptune got up and walked around her. "Well you see, our protectors are girls and you could have been the first male to be a protector. But you see, the women in our world have better powers than those of the men. Thus, I have changed you into a girl to fit those in the sea." "Then what would my name be?" Neptune looked at her face. "What was your name before?" "Kevin..." She said shyly. "Hmm..." He stood up. "You shall be Kelly." "Thank you, your majesty." Neptune sat back down, "I see you like it. Now go with Sister Ashley and she'll explain everything you need to know." After that assignement Neptune assigned them, Ashley and Kelly became the best of friends.

Feedback is appreciated :D!

Of the stories I write, it'd be nice to get some feedback on what you guys think. It sounds a bit demanding, but I just want to know what I could do to improve my stories. Criticize! It helps!

(The picture is just random, I thought it'd be cute and funny to put here :3)

TG Soda

Side note: This story isn't "me if I were to be a girl", it's just a name I chose :).

Katie slapped an ice cold soda in Timmy's hand. He had been thirsty ever since he left his house to hang out with his friend. Timmy snapped open the can and a light froth rose from the can. Timmy chugged the can down and smashed it, "That was refreshing!" He threw the can away. "Come on, Timmy." Katie gestured. "Let's go to the park!" They walked outside and just talked about their lives, stuff at school and such. It seemed like they were on a date, but really, they were just great friends. Timmy's stomach growled and churned. "Ugh..." Katie turned to him, "What's wrong?" Timmy shook his hand, "It's nothing, I probably just have to burp. I did down that soda pretty fast." He chuckled. Timmy stood up and continued walking. A few minutes later, Timmy fell to the ground, holding his stomach. "Oh God..." Katie went over to his side and rubbed his back. "Hey... Timmy?" She spoke. "Yea?" "You know that soda I gave you?" Timmy looked at her. "Yea...?" "Well..." She began. "Well? What's 'Well'?" Timmy started to get scared. "That soda was from my dad's experiment cabinet. It was a gender soda." Timmy cringed as the words entered his ears.

Timmy's body began to grow sore. "Try not to fight it, Tim, just keep drinking the soda." She rubbed his back. Timmy took the can and sipped the soda. He felt a sharp pain in his back. Katie stood back and Timmy's bones were beginning to crack as he slowly got shorter. He arched back in pain, screaming for he could feel his spine shift itself into a more feminine composition. Panting from screaming, he could feel his skin crawl, turning softer and giving his skin a creamier tone. Timmy took another sip. His hair quickly grew down to his shoulders and his face grew fuzzy and warm as it morphed into that of a girl's. "Katie..." He managed to utter in a slightly higher voice. His shoulders looked as if they were being sanded down, becoming rounder and less broad. His collar bone dipped and split into a feminine neckline. While he had the time, Timmy tilted his head back and let some more soda flow down his mouth. As he put the soda down, he noticed that his hands were changing. His nails slowly grew out as his hand and his entire arm became slender. He could see the same with his legs. His stomach pulled into itself and his waist caved in with a loud *SNAP!*. Bending down to comfort the pain on his waist, he could see that his pants had slipped off of him. He looked up and blushed at the fact that Katie was staring at him half-naked.

He chugged the rest of the soda down and threw the can to the curb. When he did, Timmy could feel his privates begin to shift and change. He squirmed, feeling his penis recede into his body. His balls shot up into him, making him jump. The remnants of his penis were slowly morphed into a vagina. Just when he thought everything was over, Timmy's chest started to expand. A pressure was building up behind his chest, pushing out more and more. The pain was unbearable! After suffering, what was an hour to him, he had sprouted a pair of breasts.

Tasha stood there, surprised but upset with Katie. She looked up at Katie. "Uh... Do I know you?" She jokingly said. "You..." Tasha angrily walked over to her. "You did this to me!" She gestured to her new feminine body. Katie examined her, "Yea..." She said in sarcastic disappointment. "Really, Katie, you should tell me these things before you just hand them out to me, next time!" Tasha sounded a bit whiny. "You're right, I'm sorry. I should have told you. But on the bright side, if you want to stay like that, you just have to drink another soda. The effects wear off after a day." "You owe me, Katie." Tasha placed her hands on her hips. "Ok, what do I owe ya?" Tasha went up to her and kissed her. "A date." Katie giggled, "Alright, I'll go with you!" Tasha went over to pick her pants up and they began to walk back to Katie's house to get some new clothes to fit Tasha's new appearance. "So..." Tasha said, "You said something about another soda?

Greed comes at a price

Zachary worked at a office supply store. He didn't really like his job. But, he got payed enough to keep his payments up with his apartment but he was sometimes over-worked. Even when Christmas came around, he got locked in the store on accedent while checking stock in the back.


One day while walking home from work, something shone in his eyes; it was a pink stone, sitting in a small pile of garbage. He walked over to it and picked it up. "Why would somebody throw out a prefectly good piece of jewlery?" He said, wiping the garbage off of it. "Maybe I could sell this..." He thought, putting the stone in his pocket. He continued his walk home. When he arrived home, he placed the stone on top of his desk, he decided to keep it and wait for a 'LOST' poster. After all, the stone looked pretty valuable and wouldn't want the owner to feel sad.


After he ate and watched TV for a bit, he took a shower to wash away the hard day's work and put on some more comfortable home clothing to relax him. Then he went to bed and fell asleep.
Zachary slept for about 2 hours before he was woken up by a glowing light. "*yawn* Wow, is it morning already?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He looked at the clock and saw it was midnight. He looked around the room and found that it was the stone glowing. He got up from his bed and lazily walked over to it and picked it up. "Why is it glowing like this?" Zachary questioned himself, scratching his head. He opened a drawer and stuffed it under his socks. As he was about to go back to bed, he heard a voice calling to him, "Zachary..." He got scared and started to panic. "Wh-wh-who's there?" He studdered. "In the drawer, boy!" He slowly walked back to the drawer and opened it. It was the stone that was talking to him. "I am a wishing stone," It glowed brighter as it talked, "since you have found me I shall grant you but 1 wish." The stone explained. Zachary picked up the stone and held it in his hand. "I can wish for anything..." He said, turning the stone. "I wish... I wish I had enough money so I don't have work anymore." The stone turned blue, "Hmm..." It sounded as if it were studying his mind, his soul perhaps. "I sense selfishness and irrisponsibilty in you. This wish can be made but consequences will be payed." Zachary got angry and shouted, "I don't care, just make it happen!" The stone sounded like it was clicking its tounge, "Such an impatient boy..." The stone turned pink again "The wish shall be granted! However, due to your wish of greed, your life will be changed not only by the money, but with yourself." The stone began to hum and vibrate in his hand. Then the stone exploded into pink dust with a silent thump.


Zachary woke up like it was just a dream. He looked around only to find himself in a much bigger room. His bed was also softer and bigger as well. He walked to his door and opened it to find that he was in a mansion. "A mansion...? That means it worked!" He said happily, not noticing that his voice was a tad higher. He began to walk back to his bed with a grin on his face when he suddenly felt a tingly sensation run through his body. Just as he was bout to lay back down, he noticed his skin was slightly more pale. "What the?" Then he felt his hair grow longer. It grew down to his shoulders and he could feel how much softer is was against his neck. His shoulders lost all broadness and rounded off, giving him a more fragile stature. His neckline had dropped and he felt his arms shrinking. He looked down to find them alot smaller than they were and they were also slender, his hands the same. Zachary started to panic, "What's happening to me?!" His voice was already at the sound of a 3 year-old. His face felt fuzzy as it shrunk and reshape itself. His stomach shrunk and pulled itself in as his waist collapsed into itself.


He noticed his legs were hairless and much smoother now. They began to shrink like his arms did and also seemed slender. Like his hands, his feet had done the same. His boxers began to creep up his thighs and started to cling to his skin. They became soft and formed into panties. His hips had widened and his butt extended, making his new panties tighter against his skin. His legs took a feminine shape.. Then he felt something in his groin start to dissapear. He looked down to find that the bulge in the panties was getting smaller. He reached down, attempting to save what he knew was his manhood only to feel a small bump. He gave up and let the change continue as the skin between his legs pinched. He heard a faint tearing sound soon after and it made him make a face at the small amount of pain.


Zachary's shirt then started to shrink and split into 2 cups covering his breasts. The rest of the cloth became soft and morphed into straps of a bra. An immense pressure started to build up behind his chest. He looked down to see that 2 bumps of flesh were growing outward. The pressure grew and grew and the pain got worse and worse. His chest felt like it was going to explode until 2 breasts popped into place, finishing the transformation.


Zoey looked confused, "Why...how could this...happen?" She said in an innocent voice. Then words echoed in her head,"...your life will be changed not only by the money, but with yourself." The stone! Her wish for money had turned her into a woman! She looked down at her new body, running hands along her new body. "I... I guess it's okay..." Then she began to smile. "At least I don't have to work anymore." She layed back down in the plush bed and went back to sleep.

A promise that I'll try to keep

Since I'm doing nothing most of the time (and how I spend that 'nothing' is on my Xbox ;) ) I usually end up drawing or am on the computer. When I'm on the computer, I'll attempt to write a story a day, but I'll soon run out of ideas, so it'll be around 2 days max that a new story will be posted. That is, if you like them :D.

Stay tuned and keep up!

The Look of Love

Zachary had a problem. He looked alot like a girl, he didn't like that. Everyday, he would arrive at school just to be harrassed by everybody there. Children would point and laugh, making jokes behind his back as he walked down the halls. Teachers would crack ocasional jokes about him. Even some of his friends would join in! Sometimes the teachers would even mistake him as a new female student. He never liked the routine since last year.

After his average day at school, he thought about it for a long, hard time. "Why?" He asked, "Why do I look like this? Was I supposed to be a girl?" Thoughts that buzzed through his mind like angry wasps. The sky was painted a dark orange as the sun began to set. He arrived at his house only to be greeted by his loving parents. "Mom, Dad?" He sat down on the couch. "Yes, dear?" His mom answered back. "Do you think I look... feminine?" His dad looked at him strange. "What are you talking about?" "I mean, look at me." He gestured at his body. "I look like a girl!" His dad focused hard. "Nooope... I can't see it." "Mom?" His mom looked at him. "I don't see it either." "Look at this though! Slender arms, delicate hands, gentle face!?" His parents looked at him weird. "AHH! I can't deal with this right now! Can I take a walk near the lake?" His mom nodded and returned to the kitchen where she would prepare dinner. He left the house with no further words. "I honestly hate to lie to him, honey." His mom spoke from behind the counter. "Well, it's best not to hurt his feelings. It's bad enough that he's bullied at school." "Mmm..." His mom hummed in agreement.

Zach was walking near one of the famous lakes known for its legend. People have said that a young girl had died here, murdered by her parents because they never wanted a daughter. No one cared for her death, they left her body without caring. However, it's also said that the spirit may come to haunt those who slander her. But she may also grant a wish for those who respect her death, feeling the pain and sorrow. Sadly, the people today don't even care about her; they just tell the said legend to other people just for the kicks and giggles. "No respect..." Zach said to himself and to the said spirit as well. "Not only do I get harrassed, every single day , the poor girl herself has no pity. People just say 'Oh, well that was just a stupid little girl' or something silly..." Zach was kicking a rock near the water's edge when suddenly he lost his balance and fell into the lake.

"Ugh!" He moaned in anger and annoyance. "As if today wasn't bad already..." He looked down at himself, drenched in water. He stood up with the water knee deep. "Not that deep, but still I'm wet!" He flicked the water off. Soon after, he noticed the moon in the water. He looked up at the night sky, "Wow, night already?" He shrugged and was about to go back to shore when he noticed his reflection in the water. "What the...?" His hair was longer, down to his shoulders. He noticed that his hair was beginning to turn red. "How..." He was about to touch it when he noticed his hand and his arm. "What?" It appeared to be more shaply, more... delicate than before. As well as his arm, his hand looked like it had gotten a... manicure? "I'm confused!" He cried, "I don't know what's going on!" That's when a tightness began at the bottom of of his legs.

"What?..." He tried to see past the clear water, but only saw the moon in the night sky. Soon enough, he could see that the tighness was his jeans. "Wow, who knew water would be bad for pants..." He thought, but was soon interrupted by the cloth that soon crept up his legs. Slowly but surely, his pants were steadily rising up, tightening their grip. As he watched his pants climb up, he took noticed of his shirt. His shirt was beginning to merge at the waist line of his pants. Melting, fusing together to make one, the tightness that was on his legs were now building on his shirt. "Ahh..." He whispered in pain, feeling the tiny threads of both his pants and his shirt, turn into what appeared to the material made for bathing suits. "This... This hurts..." He uttered out, hearing a faint climb in his voice. He couldn't determine wether it was fear or it was in his head. After about 3 minutes of pain, he could see that his pants were gone now and there, was his legs. "Oh my..." He said. His legs were smooth and soft. "They... these... what?" He had so many questions, but those were soon gone as pain re-entered his mind.

His shoulders felt extremely sore, as if he had weight lifted a full 3 hours without stopping. He looked back down at his changing clothing, which was now the basic outline of a 1 piece bathing suit, and took notice of it quickly. "How is this even possible?!" He questioned, hearing his voice climb higher. He looked at his shoulders, finding the sleeves creep up his arms. He could see the outline of his shoulders in the tight cloth of his bathing suit. Slowly, they rounded off as a gentle edge ran across his skin. The shifting brought Zachary a feeling of relief, relaxation as it happened. He closed his eyes and took in the moment. Sadly, however, his emotion was taken away from him as the pain came back and hit him like a baseball bat hitting a baseball. He heard cracking and snapping. Loud cracking and snapping. "OH!" He moaned in pain. He could feel his spine re-arrange itself. His bones snapped themselves in a position that was only female. Then, his collar bone snapped and dipped downward, revealing to himself a feminine chest plate.

As his sleeves reached the top of his shoulders, which snapped and replaced it with nice straps, he could see the rest of the damage that had been done. His arms were more slender, more gentler as well. "Why?" He cried, still feeling the pain in his shoulders. His bathin suit soon felt tighter as he could feel his butt push outwards. Suddenly, he felt a sudden jerk in his hips, a pull in his groin. "Ow!" He exclaimed, feeling the small amount of pain that exited his crotch. He looked down, only to find a bulge that stuck out of the bathing suit. Soon enough, it began to retread inside his body. His eyes opened with amazment, astonishment; what could he do? "My... my..." He uttered out, feeling his penis seep into his body. "NO!" He shouted, hearing his voice well out of male range. He attempted to grab the shrinking bulge, but no completion was established to do so. Instead, he just sat there and watched it dissapear, tearing a bit at the same time.
Technically a girl, Zachary could feel butterflies in his stomach. Muscles were churning and intestines shifting. He could feel a tight pinch in his groin. "Eep!" He squeaked, feeling the small pain. He cupped his hands over his groin and he could feel the pinch getting tighter. "Oh my gosh!" He cried, the pain was getting worse. Then, all of a sudden, the pinch released itself, ripping the skin down below in half and clamping itself together as a vagina had now taken over.
Just as he thought it was all over, he could see beneath his bathing suit that his chest was expanding. "What the...?" He questioned, placing a hand over a bosom. He could feel it inflate, like a balloon being blown up. Soon enough, he began to hyperventalate. He panted harder than he did when he ran a full mile. "This... is.... OH!" He couldn't finish his sentance, the pain was too much for him. As he was about to scream, a huge sigh of relief flushed over him. He sighed, finally relieved of the pain.

Zoey stood there; in the water, in a bathing suit and... a girl. She looked down again to examine herself. "Why..." She questioned in a shy, innocent voice. "Why did this happen?" She ran a hand along the side of her body, admiring the shapliness and gentle skin that was now hers. Still examining herself, she heard a faint voice in the wind that blew, "You're welcome..." She quickly covered herself up, attempting to save some embarresment. "No one..." She thought. She looked over the lake and smiled.
The next day, when she went to school; she got so much attention, so much respect than when she was Zachary. She smiled and thought inside, "I could get used to this..." Zoey turned the corner to her 1st period classroom, "Hi, I'm Zoey. I'm supposed to be in here?"