
Michelle couldn't help smiling at her reflection in the mirror as George sobbed into her shoulder. From where she was standing the full-length mirror showed most of her boyfriend's body and to her discerning eye it looked perfectly feminine.
"There, there," she said stroking George's long blond hair as she ran her eyes up and down his slim, curvaceous body. They were wearing matching outfits, black leotards with black pantyhose and George looked every inch the girl that she was.
Of course, George couldn't know that turning him into a girl had been her plan all along. Michelle had discovered that with just the right combination of flirting, sexy clothing, and her most assertive voice she could get most men to do just about anything she wanted. At first she just used them for her own purposes but then she began pushing their limits seeing how far she could go. She was delighted to see how with a little fetish encouragement she could twist them around her fingers.
Michelle was tickled when she found out that weak men almost always had a fascination for panties and getting them to wear a pair for her entertainment rarely took more than a sexy wink and a little teasing. Once they had worn their first pair of frilly undies their masculinity quickly seeped away and Michelle found it fascinating to just keep going. Soon it became a hobby, seeing how quickly she could take a man a turn him into a sissy.
It was only two weeks since George had first slipped on a pair of lemon yellow cotton bikini panties, the little bow on the front just adding to their feminine appearance. He had grinned at her nervously as she showed her approval but Michelle was already reaching for a bra.
From panties and bras she soon had him wearing shaving his body, wearing pantyhose and practicing his makeup. Each time he tried to resist the changes she was making to him she put him back in place, looking deep into his eyes and telling him how much fun he was having by pleasing her. It always worked. His already long blonde hair was allowed to grow even longer and she went with him to have it cut in a feminine style.
This evening it was time to take the final big step, the point of no return, when George would commit to living as a sissy for the rest of his life.
She had dressed in the black body suit and pantyhose before he arrived at her apartment and when he arrived he couldn't take his eyes off her. Then Michelle held up the matching outfit, and told him to put it on. She watched him change out of his business suit and noted with satisfaction that he was wearing a pink thong panty as she had instructed him.
George put on his pantyhose and bodysuit and then Michelle told him that it was time to commit to being a girl forever.
As she expected, there was a last moment of defiance, as he tried to fight back and keep his masculinity.
"I don't want to do this any more," George moaned. "I didn't know it would go this far. I don't want to be a girl."
But Michelle knew that it was too late. A real man would have stormed out, but when George just burst into tear Michelle knew she had him.
She stroked his head a little more and then spoke into his ear, into his mind, into his heart.
"But just think how smooth and sexy the bodysuit is," she said. How much fun the panties area. You've enjoyed being a girl haven't you?"
"Yes," whispered George.
"So there is no reason to stop, is there?"
"No," George breathed.
"And you like being a girl, don't you? A girl just like me," Michelle encourage him. using her sexiest and most tempting voice. "You can do it for me, and you do want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes," squeaked George.
"Good girl," Michelle said. "And you are a girl, aren't you?"
"Yes," sniffled George. "I'm a girl, I promise."
Michelle, smiled at herself in the mirror. She was already thinking about who her next project would be.

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Steven and Jason soon got used to their new bodies |
It all happened in a flash. One moment Steven and Jason had been chatting to the two pretty girls and then the world had swirled and twirled around making them both giddy. The sank down on to the edge of the sidewalk until their heads had cleared. When they finally felt steady again they discovered that they had switched bodies with the two girls. Steven was now a brunette in a strapless top and mini-skirt and Jason was a pony-tailed blonde in sexy denim shorts.
"What happened!" Steven cried out as he looked at his smooth legs and felt the weigh of his new chest. "They've taken out bodies!"
"Yeah," Jason said.
Steven looked around him. He still didn't feel steady enough to stand up and he couldn't see his the girls in the stolen bodies anywhere. He felt very exposed in the skimpy clothes he was wearing.
"We've go to find them," Steven said. He tugged at his skirt and flicked his hair from his face. "I wonder where they are."
"Uh-huh," Jason said.
Steven looked around him again. He noticed a clothes shop on the other side of the road that had a sale on leggings and there was some nice jewelry in the shop next door. He sighed to himself and tried to stay focused.
"Maybe we can go to the police," he said and noticed a man standing in front of him and Jason staring straight up their skirts. With a jolt Steven realized that both he and Jason were sitting with their legs open like a man, exposing their panties to the world. He nudged Jason and the both quickly but their bags between their legs to block the view.
"What do you think?" Steven said. His heart was still fluttering at the thought of the man leering at him and he couldn't remember now what it was that he had been saying. Then it came back to him. The girls had switched bodies with them.
"I think I chipped a nail," Jason said studying his hands.
For a moment Steven frowned confused then his new instincts took over and he looked at Jason's hand.
"That's a shame," he said. "Never mind, we'll deal with it later. What would you like to do?
"Mmmm, let's check out that sale," Jason said. "I could do with another pair of leggings and then maybe we'll go for a fruit shake."
The two girls got up and walked off, enjoying the admiring looks they got from the men around them...

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Paul was a cheeky chef |
The four girls sat around the table breathing in the delicious smells coming from the kitchen.
"It smells amazing Angie, what are we having?" asked Judy.
"Too true, you must be an amazing cook," added Mel.
Angie just smiled at her three friends knowingly. She had invited them all around for dinner and was enjoying the compliments.
"It's not my cooking, it's my private chef's," she explained.
"You have a private chef?" Judy said, surprised.
"Well, I have Paul," Angie said with a mischievous smile.
"Paul knows how to cook?" asked Mel incredulously.
"Paul know all kinds of things now since I started practicing my hypnosis on him," Angie told them. "Just wait and see."
A few moments later the door to the room opened and in walked Paul dressed as the sexiest chef the girls had ever seen. He was wearing a halter-neck top, a skirt so short none of the girls would have dared to wear and fishnets stockings over his perfect legs. On his head was a big chef's hat.
The three visitor gasped in surprise.
"What on earth?" Mel managed to say.
"I started hypnotizing him to help around the home and one thing led to another. I trained him to read every cook book and learn them thoroughly. Then I thought I would have some fun with him and trained him to be a girl too so that he would clean up after himself. The next thing I knew he was wearing my panties to I bought him this outfit and now I can't keep him out of the kitchen!"
The girls applauded her ingenuity.
"Doesn't he mind?" Judy wanted to know as she eyed Paul's body as he served them some entree.
"Not any more, do you Paul?" Angie said. "You like being a chef"
"Oooh yes," squealed Paul in a girlie voice," I love it!"
"When I wake him up he doesn't remember a thing," Angie whispered to the girls.
As Paul headed back to the kitchen the girls took a good look at his smooth round bottom that was fully exposed in the short skirt and thong panties he was wearing.
"As you can see, he has delicious buns," Angie said and the girls roared their approval...
Overdoing it
15 Jan 2012 1:30 PM (13 years ago)

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Alan was unhappy with his new body |
Michelle looked down at her boyfriend Alan as he sat on the couch.
"Oops," she said but she couldn't quite stifle a chuckle.
She had just tried a feminizing spell on Alan that she wanted to test. Alan hadn't been too keen on the idea but Michelle assured him it would be painless and reversible. She even promised to take him out shopping as a girl if he wanted. However, the spell worked far better than she expected. She had expected the spell to smooth Alan's features and give him a slightly more feminine look but instead it turned him into a sexy brunette with the largest chest Michelle had ever seen on a girl.
"What have you done to me!" wailed Alan. "Change me back."
"Ahh, er, oh dear," Michelle said as she leafed through the spell book. "Oh, that's not right."
"What's going on? You said it would be a subtle change."
"Yes, I know, I think I used the wrong spell. It's your fault because you kept complaining beforehand and distracting me. I used the full-power feminizing spell."
"You did what! Change me back right now!"
"Well, er, that's the problem. I don't think I can. That's why I wanted to use the simple spell. This one lasts a bit longer. That's why the results were so, well, larger than life."
She quickly found him a floral bra and panties to wear and even lent him some stockings and heels for good measure. The panties fit fine but the bra was clearly inadequate.
Alan looked down at the large round protrusions on his chest in horror. They were straining at the bra and threatened to burst out at any moment.
"I can't go out like this. They look ridiculous."
Michelle had to admit to herself that Alan's body was bound to draw a lot of attention but she decided not to tell him that.
"Don't be so silly, they look fine. I'll give you a top and we can go out and buy you a bigger bra."
Her expectations proved to be accurate. Everywhere they went Alan was the focus of unwanted attention but no matter how much he tried to slouch he couldn't hide his chest.
"You'll get used to it," Michelle comforted him, "lot of girls do..."