Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Varsity has its attributes



CREDIT DUE TO ARTEMIS! Thanks!!



    Marc ran track. He loves to run and likes to have a challenge when he runs. To show his love, he tries the hardest he can to get to Varsity track, and eventually, he made it. Being as proud as he is, his coach noticed his love for track and decided to put him to the test and enter him into a national track meet.
    One fine Wednesday, he went out onto track after school for his routine mile lap. As he stretched, his coach came up to him, "Hey Marc!" "Oh, hey coach!" "Listen, I've noticed your incredible performance on the track and decided to enter you into the national track meet!" Marc was excited. "Awesome!" "Of course, I'm going to have to keep a record of your runs for goals and such." Marc shrugged, "Sounds good to me!" "Alright, finish your stretching and we'll start." As Marc continued to stretch, he noticed a group of girls. He must have been oblivious because he'd never seen the girls here before. "Hey, John." He began to his friend next to him. "Have the girls always been there?" John chuckled, "You must be too into your running, bro. They've always been there!" Marc scratched his head and shrugged, "Oh well..."

    His coach was going to start him off with a simple training technique; Marc was to run 100m, then 200m all the way up to 500m to check his speed. He would do this each day and work his way up to a mile and up. "Ready... Set... GO!" Marc started a sprint to the end of the 100m. "Stop!" Marc didn't hear him and kept running. The coach blew his whistle. Marc stopped. He had run a full 300 meters and wasn't even breathless. "Nice job, Marc! You clocked in in about 7.53 seconds!" Marc was impressed with himself, he didn't know he ran that fast.

    Next day came and instead of doing a 200m dash, he went straight to 500m. "Ready, set, GO!" Again, Marc sprinted at his best speed. He looked over to the left and saw the girls doing the same, probably training for a local track meet. "Stop!" His coach yelled. "You ran a total of 14.27 seconds. That's ridiculously impressive, Marc." "Thanks!" Marc couldn't help but hear the girl's coach, "Sandy, you ran 21.20 seconds. That's the fastest time we've had for the girl's track!" Marc thought in his head, "Wow, 21 seconds is kind of slow, but then again, the girls don't have as muscular feature as boys do..." He shrugged and went off to shower and head home. When he got home, his dad was watching the news and there was a sickness that was getting loose to the people. It wasn't a fatal sickness, but rather an unusual one; it actually turned people the opposite gender. Marc didn't necessarily care, he knew that there is no such sickness that could do that in the first place. So, he ignored it and went off to his bedroom  to relax with a nice bit of TV.

    The next day, he walked onto the track, feeling nervous for some reason. He didn't know why, the marathon wasn't for another week. He stepped up onto one lane and began to stretch. He didn't want to be one to stare, but he caught a glimpse of the girls next to him. He noticed that some of the girls took their shoes off. "Why would they do that?" He wondered. Shoes obviously give more grip and won't make you slip if you stepped in something nasty. Then again, shoes added weight and somewhat slowed you down. He ignored it and finished stretching. "Alright, Marc, are you ready?" Marc got into position and nodded. "Ready, set, GO!" Marc took off sprinting for the 650m dash. About 4 seconds in, he began to lose his footing and started to stumble. Then, he fell. "Whoa! Marc!" His coach ran over to him, "Are you okay?" His coach knelt down and take a closer look. "Yea..." Marc moaned. It looked like he hit the ground a little hard, but Marc came out with little scrapes on his legs and hands. "I'm good, coach, I can still run." "Alright, I just want to make sure you're okay. Let me go get some bandages." His coach took off and Marc stood there examining his scrapes. Nothing too bad. He started back towards the start of the dash. As he walked, he noticed his shoes were loose. "Ah, they were untied!" Marc knelt down and tied his shoes and began to walk again. Still, they were loose. "Hmmm..." Marc grunted in annoyance. He knelt down and tied his shoes as tight as they would let his strength pull them. "There." Marc took a few more steps, and still the shoes were loose. "UGH!" He shouted. His coach came back to find Marc irritated. "What's wrong, Marc?" He handed him the bandages. "Coach, you think I could run this with my shoes off? My shoes were loose, that's how I fell." Marc explained, putting the bandages on the small cuts. "Uhm... Sure!" Marc took his shoes off and got into position. "Let's start back at 500m, Marc. I know those wounds aren't serious, but I just don't want you to suffer the whole way down." "Sounds fair, coach." "Ready, set, GO!" Marc began his sprint for 500 again. "STOP!" His coach yelled. "You ran... 21.20 seconds." Marc's eyes widened. "21.20?" He managed to gulp. "Yes sir!" He remembered the girls coach saying that that was the fastest time for girls. He shook his head and got it out of his mind. "Go and get some rest, we'll see how good you do tomorrow." Marc got home, still shocked about his time. "I'm sure it's nothing." He tried assuring himself. "It was probably your cuts, nothing more." He went upstairs and went to bed.
    Marc's clothing wasn't fitting right the entire day. When he got up, it was fine, but by the end of 8th period, his shirt was practically coming off. He went out to the track where his coach was sitting on the chair. "I'm here coach!" "Oh good, I was worried that you were sick!" "Uh, one thing coach." "What's up?" "Do you mind if I... Take my shirt off?" His coach was confused. "It's a little loose, I think I got the wrong one this morning. I don't want it to drag me if I'm running." His coach was confused. "Yea... sure..." Marc set his backpack and other things down where he usually put it. He took his shoes off and then his shirt. When he did, he noticed skin was awfully pale. His coach couldn't help but notice his skin too, he was worried about Marc now. "Alright..." His coach began in a stirred voice. "You're running the 400m again. Ready, set, GO!" Marc took off, full sprint, giving it his all. He felt weightless with the way he was running. "STOP!" Marc jogged back to his coach. "You ran... 28.37 seconds." Marc was awestruck. "What? I was doing a full on sprint! Nobody could have stopped me!" His coach sat down, "I know..." Marc noticed some worry in him. "Marc, I think you may want to go to the doctor." Marc's adrenaline started to race a little bit. "Why's that, coach?" "To be perfectly honest? ...I think you're turning into a girl."


"What?" Marc had this indescribable look on his face. "I think you should go to the doctor tomorrow." His coach told him in the most depressing tone he'd ever heard. When Marc got home that evening, he told his parents. "Mom, my coach said-" "We know, he called us." His dad put his newspaper down, "I think it's total boohockey. There's no way somebody can totally turn into a girl. I believe gays, yes, but a full blooded girl? That's-" "- enough, dear. We'll take you Saturday."
Surprisingly, Saturday came quite quickly. They checked in and waited about 15 minutes before getting called in. As Marc stepped into the doctor's room, a powerful blast of alcohol hit his nose. Marc coughed and sat down in a chair. As soon as he sat down, his doctor came in. "Hello, Marc!" He said. "Hi." "I'm Dr. Davis." They shook hands and Marc got a little more comfortable in his chair. "So... I'm hearing about you... turning into a girl?" Dr. Davis seemed a little disgruntled. "Well, that's what my coach says. My dad and I don't believe that whole stuff." Dr. Davis nodded. "Hmph. Well, we're going to take a blood sample anyways. Just for safety measures. Checking for any type of sickness, diseases etc." Dr. Davis pulled a needle out from the drawer. "If you don't mind?" Marc shrugged, "Go for it. I'm healthy as is." Dr. Davis sanitized a small spot on his arm and drew blood. "Now, usually it'll take days to test for diseases; and it will. But for this whole gender changing situation, it'll be no more than a couple of minutes. I'll be back with results." Dr. Davis opened the door and left.

Marc sat there for sometime. He thought to himself, thinking of how it's all possible to turn into a girl. "How do you get it? How does it even work?" Questions that a trained scientist may answer. His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening; it was his mother. "Geez, I've been looking for your room for a while! Where's-" "Excuse me, are you Marc's mother?" The door shut and all he could hear was muffled talking. All of a sudden, his mother began to cry. The door opened once more and Dr. Davis entered the room. "Well, Marc... I-I don't know how it's even possible... But it turns out that you are indeed turning into a girl." Marc jumped up from his chair. "HOW!? How is that possible!?!?" Dr. Davis went over to grab a white board from the cabinet above. "It's actually quite simple. The scientists who discovered this disease explained that it's mainly genomic, which is odd. Basically, your 'X' and 'Y' chromosomes are acting weird. Eventually, the chromosomes in the male body turn from an 'XY' to an 'XX'. Looking at yours, you're 'Y' is about a quarter finished from turning into a complete 'X'. So, to wrap it up, you'll be a full blooded woman by... Next week."



Marc got into the car with his mom. She started the car and began her way home. The awkward silence in the car could be cut with a knife. "So, mom..." Marc slowly began. "How... How does this uhm... affect you?" Marc's mom sighed, "I suppose... Well, I'm actually kind of happy." Marc made a 'what?' face. "What?" "Sure, you're turning into a girl. Now, I get to talk to you about more personal things! I get to finally open up and you'll understand every bit of it." "Is she out of her mind?!" Marc thought. "So, you're okay with this whole 'me-turning-into-a-girl' business?!" "100%." They got home and Marc was a little upset with his mom. "So, what did they say? Is it not real?" His dad asked. "They say my 'Y' is turning into an 'X'.' His dad scratched his head. "It's real, I'm turning into a girl." His dad had this look on his face that was so serious, but so much worry. "Oh." His dad didn't know how to react. His son was turning to his daughter. "I'll be completely different by next Saturday." "Wow..." Marc's dad managed to say. He turned the TV on and was silent the rest of that day.

Over the course of the week, Marc's changes were... tolerable. By Tuesday, his hair had grown down to his shoulders. Wednesday, he shrunk and lost most of his masculine features. Thursday, his voice changed over the course of the day, so by the end of track, he had the voice of a 3 year old. Friday was the worst, he lost... well... pretty much the thing that declared him a man. Saturday his entire face and body changed into that of a 16 year old girl, however, his mindset was still the same, so Michelle's dad and herself still had the fun they had when Marc was around.







The story seemed a bit of a rush near the end, I'm sorry for that. I hate to sound lazy, but at least the story is finished! I'll be putting another poll for another story right now. Be sure to vote! I hope you enjoyed the story!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A tie!?

Looking at the poll, I can see that the poll ended up in a tie (at least for me, I'm not sure about anybody else)! So, I suppose I could flip a coin later and whatever it lands on, I'll write.

Heads = Sport story
Tails = In game character

I'll write the chosen story later on in the week or on the weekend.

Thanks for voting everybody!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Coming soon!

Hey guys!

With recent post of me being blank on ideas, I've asked that you may post ideas yourself. 2 people in particular have aided me with some good ideas:

Artemis said:

"...Or a boy who always get sport results which are that of a girl.

Or a boy creats a female character for his RPG game and then gets sucked into the game..."


Whatevr89532 said:

"...good punishment caption, that is, the sort of story where a guy does something bad and is punished by way of a transformation."

Now, of course they had more ideas, but these were the ones that struck me most (sorry!). Soon enough, I'll put a poll up asking which story would you want written with some of my personal choices included ;).

A little side note to Artemis and Whatevr, you WILL get credit. I don't want to be so selfish and forget :P

Keep watch, every so often!!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

I'm at a stand still! :o

Hello everybody!
So, most of you know what I do by now ;), but I seem to have run out of stories! Well, ideas anyways. So, I need your help of suggestion a theme! Don't worry, if there's more than one suggestion, I'll write whatever is there so I won't choose just one.

Just post a comment below with a suggestion. Thank you guys!

A little note: I hate to sound demanding, but would you guys comment on some of the things I write? I'd just like to know what you guys thought of it, what could have changed etc. It'd be nice to hear from other people! Criticism helps!

Friday, January 6, 2012

Nerd-be-gone!


Jake was your typical nerd. He played games, he wore glasses, he didn't have a girlfriend and he usually stuck to himself most of the time. He usually wasn't very social, but sometimes he'll talk to 1 of 2 of his friends every now and then. Of course, he would get bullied because of how he dressed, what he does and also for passing all of his classes. Some days he'll be optimistic and cheerful, other days where he'd get bullied made him so depressed.

One Friday, he was walking to the school library to work on a project for English. As he entered, he was greeted by Louis, who bullied him a lot of times. "Hey look, it's Jake! What are doing this time, going on the computer to watch porn?" He said to him. "Can it, Louis." Jake said. "Ooh, somebody's getting all defensive! You know, they block that kind of stuff on the computer here, why not go home and to your basement where your 2 best friends can help you relax?" He started to laugh. "Is that why your girlfriend broke up with you in the first place, Louis? Surely she wasn't enough action for you." Jake's reply enraged Louis, "You little piece of..." He raised his fist and brought it down on Jake. "LOUIS!" His fist stopped mid way, "Were you going to punch this poor child?" The librarian walked over to them. "N-No, Ms. Wilkonson, I was... was..." "Uh-huh... I think the principal would love to hear this story." Louis lowered his head in defeat and followed the librarian.

That little fight that almost broke out was it for Jake; he's had it with bullying. He grumpily set his stuff down at a computer and began to log in. "Stupid people always making fun of me..." He muttered. "It's not my fault  I like being who I am." The computer started up and he opened his project. "GOD!" He slammed his fist on his knee. "*sigh* Sometimes, I wish I could get sort of respect..." He looked up and began on the rest of his project.

The ride home with his mom was a little awkward considering that the look he had troubled her and didn't want to talk about it with his mom. When he got home, everything was a little bit better: his mom had ordered pizza and his dad wanted to play a game on the computer with him. He went upstairs to get his laptop. On the way up, he had this feeling that something was about to happen. Not a good feeling, but not a bad one either, it was sort of in between. He shrugged it off and opened his door to his room. "Now where is my laptop..." He stood in the middle of his room and examined every little inch of it; it was hard for him to actually lose his laptop considering how clean his room was. He spotted the piece of technology under his bed. "There you are!" He walked over and picked it up. As he did, something tickled his neck. He jumped up in surprise. Looking up, he rubbed the back of his neck, "Huh..." He muttered, "Must've been a spider." he bent down again and saw a black streak, well, a lot of black streaks, almost like it was his hair. Of course, he thought it was nothing more than his blanket. "Huh?" He reached up to move the streaks from his view, only to find that they came back down. "Freakin' blanket!" He pushed the covers of his bed over and knelt down once more, that's when he realized that the streaks weren't his blanket, it was his actual hair.

"What the...!?" He ran to the bathroom to get a look at what was on his head. Surely enough, he had bangs. Not only so, but his entire head of hair seemed to have changed: his hair was longer and tied in a pony tail. "Whoa..." Jake wasn't surprised any more, but rather intrigued by it. He ran a hand through the hair that was now his. His distraction with his hair soon focused on a new change. He could feel his skin have this crawly sensation, kind of like his pet spider having babies and those babies were 'hugging' him. He shivered as the sensation grew more and more. After about a couple of seconds, it ended. "Weird..." It took him a while to notice in the mirror that his skin changed and his body hair was gone. Still amazed with his hair, he saw his hands beginning to shrink. He quickly stopped and looked at his hands. It was like watching a balloon deflate, his hands were shrinking so fast. He saw his arms do the same. In fact, his entire body was starting to shrink! He looked in the mirror as he shrunk a full foot. His shoulders rounded off and became less broad. His collar bone dipped into a feminine neckline. His legs were skinnier and feminized. He looked down at his feet and watched them change like his hands did, only this time his feet got a pedicure and his toe nails got painted with little flowers. They looked kind of cute. The jacket he had on turned black and cut itself at the bottom so it was 2 pieces. At first, he thought it was going to crush his chest, but it stopped short in the middle of his back. His shirt's collar pulled down and revealed his new neckline. The shirt gave a pink hue and the sleeves grew down to his wrists while the bottom of his shirt ruffled and formed buttons,  it almost seemed like a blouse. The bottom half of his jacket crept down behind his waist and pulled itself around, forming a belt like piece of cloth. The cloth turned into a pink plaid material. The cloth then grew down into a skirt and covered his jeans. The bottom of his jeans came up a little ways, about a quarter away from his ankles. The jeans grabbed his skin extremely tight and started to change like the rest of his clothes. His jeans went from a tough denim to soft, black cotton. As soft as it was, it still wasn't any comfortable. While all of this was going on, he had this feeling that there was a bra underneath his new blouse, but he was pretty sure that it was just the shirt.

He wasn't really scared, but rather amazed with the changes that were happening to him. "This is amazing!" He said in a tone that was higher than before, almost like a child's. Then, a loud, ear popping CRACK sounded. He knelt down in pain, holding his sides. "Oh my God..." He managed to say. His waist caved in on him with extreme pain. After that, his hips started to burn. "Ahh..." He whispered in pain, holding his sides still. His hips widened and still burning. After his hips were finished, the burning sensation moved behind him and onto his butt. Wide eyed from the pain, he quickly stood up, sitting on his butt with that burn isn't the brightest idea. He could feel his butt push out from under his new clothes and making his underwear and his  leggings even tighter. It was really uncomfortable to have the tight clothing on him. There was this uncomfortable feeling on his groin, however. He lifted the skirt up and looked at his groin. The bulge that sat there was pulling itself in, and he could feel it. He made a disgusted face as his manhood was receding into his body; with the awkwardness that came with it. He went to grab the bulge to stop it but when he tried to grab it, all he grabbed was the leggings. Then a cool feeling ran through his body. His body felt warm but his skin was cold. He didn't know what the feeling was, but it felt so good. He giggled as new emotions radiated from his new womanhood. Jake, still enjoying the last remnants of joy, wasn't finished. His chest started to push out. It didn't hurt, but it took the wind out of him. There was a lot of pressure behind each bosom and he started to gasp for air. Each breath he tried to take only fueled the growth of his breasts. Finally, he took a deep, cleansing breath and his transformation was completed.

She stood and looked into the mirror; shocked, surprised, amazed, confused, all sorts of emotions couldn't describe what she felt. "Wow..." She finally said in a shy, innocent voice. "I look... pretty..." She touched the mirror with a fragile hand. "Jenny, when are we going to start playing?" Her dad called from downstairs. "Jenny... I like that name." She smiled. "I'm coming! I was just looking for my laptop!" She called down. As she went to get her laptop, she began thinking, "Do they really know I'm a girl? After I just came up here as Jake? Have they known I was a boy?" Thoughts of these question filled her head, but she ignored them and went downstairs and played with her dad.

On Monday, when she went to school, she got attention and respect that she'd wished for that Friday. At last, her wish had come true. Even Louis came up to her and tried asking her out. She smiled, "Of course... NOT!" Laughing in victory, she went to the library and went to grab the project she'd been working on. As much attention and respect she got, she was still the nerd that Jake was: keeping to herself and playing games was what she knew best.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Tell your friends or fans! (poll winner)

I'm not trying to sound demanding or rude, but try telling some of your friends about my blog . My good friend, tg-me, has a decent amount of people on his blog and I'd just like to get up there with him. ;) Tell any TG fans you know, too!

A little side note: I've seen the poll results and it looks like wishing to be a girl seems the most voted, so, that will be the next story I do. But, with school in the way, I probably won't be able to write it during this week, but perhaps over the weekend if I have time. So, just keep checking every so often. I'll try not to do what I did with the other story and leave you guys in suspense. :L