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The Good Debt

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The penthouse suite's bathroom was all covered in grey, and Frankie stood in front of the mirror checking the last touches for the night. She was wearing a very revealing black dress with white pearls attached. The top of it was just two strings of fabric over her breasts, leaving her arms, her shoulders and most of her waist and belly exposed. She had to tape her nipples to the dress, to avoid them from popping out of the dress.  She looked at the woman staring back. Blonde now. Six months ago it had been dark brown, the same shade as her daughter's hair. The same shade as Stacy's hair. That had been too much. Every time she caught her reflection, she'd seen her own little girl looking back, and her stomach had turned itself inside out. So she'd changed it. Blonde hair, long and wavy. Heavy eyeliner that winged out at the corners. Thick lashes, false and dramatic. Lip filler that made her mouth look pouty and full, nothing like Stacy's natural lips. Not...
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Being Old is not Fun

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My new sex life

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The Infected

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"A-are you sure?" Jake asked the stranger who was waving a wad of money in his face.  "Absolutely. I want you to take down the face mask and cough on me. I can pay you more if you want," the man replied. "That...that's OK..." Jake said, before asking "May I ask why though? Most people want to keep us infected at distance while we're still contagious. Are you secretly trans or something?" The man just smiled: "No, not really. Tell you the truth, I'm not so sure I want to be infected, but right now I can't find another solution. I need to disappear, and fast. I figured being infected with the Bimbo virus and becoming a woman could be one of the best way to do that." Jake nodded. He felt that he didn't want to know more. The guy in front of him had stopped him while he was walking down the park and looked fit and not particularly dangerous. His bimbo side of the brain commented that it was a shame to let such a nice hef...
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The New Daddy

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Mark thought that he must have dozed off while watching TV because he barely heard the entry gate opening. It was quite late in the night and he was sure that his father was already home. Mark had the shock of his life when he looked out the window.  There stood Derek, Mark's bully from high school that was still harassing him even now that he had finished college, because they ended up working in the same company. And next to him, holding his hand, was a woman. Young, maybe Mark's age. Blonde hair falling past her shoulders. Big blue eyes. A long leather jacket opened on a tight little dress that showed off a body that oozed sex. She looked nervous, leaning on Derek. "What the hell are you doing here?" Mark went out of the house at a reasonable distance, fists balled. "And who the hell is she?" Derek smiled. He looked different. Bigger. His jaw was wider, his shoulders broader, his chest straining against his jacket, his features sharper. He'd al...
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Not My First Wish

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Detention Class

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"My fault? How the hell is all of this my fault, Jeff?" screamed Randy. "Well technically you were the one got us in detention..." tried to explain Jeff. "Excuse me?! It was YOUR idea to swap bodies between me and our teacher Mrs. Collins to keep us away from detention and look what happened: she run away, with MY body, had a minor concussion and now she's in the hospital. Plus, we're still forced to be here in detention class, with me as the teacher! What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Randy stormed. After some moment of silence, Jeff said: "Well, you can show me your tits. After all, we've always had the hots for Mrs. Collins..." Without replying, Randy leaned on Jeff's desk, pushing his cleavage out. Jeff's gaze was now glued to his friend temporary generous bust.  "Oh, you wanna see my tits? So you get remain male and also play with Mrs. Collins' tits?" he asked trying to sound sultry.  Jeff...
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