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  "Will you please calm down!" exclaimed Randy to his friend Paul. "Calm down?! How can I calm down after this!" replied Paul, opening up his shirt and revealing a nice pair of boobs. Randy was left speechless, and Paul continued: "The potion was supposed to make me bigger and mainly, not turn me into a girl! This is a disaster!". "Wait, are you telling me that all down there you..." "Fuck yes! I have a pussy now! Dammit! This prom was supposed to be my last chance with Lara, not my chance to compete with her for prom queen!" lamented Paul. "Well, if you're running for that, you have my vote!" grinned Randy. ----------- This is a very old cap I did on the old version of OpenTGC that I managed to retrieve with the WayBack Machine. I polished it a bit and changed the image for this new release. For a full disclaimer, after not finding an image I really liked, I ended up creating one with AI. Hope you liked it.   

I stare at the glass in front of me. I've been doing that for sometime now. It contains the antidote. I drink it and I'm back to manhood. No more periods, no more pregnancy risks. No more bras, no more thongs. My big tits will disappears and my dick will grow back. I've been waiting for this day for six long months. That's how long it took to my friend Jeb to find a way to reverse the unfortunate effect of one of his experiments gone awry. And yet, why am I still female?   I still have my pussy and now I'm slowly touching it. I feel the warm and intense pleasure building of my female body. Yes, I hated it at first but then I kinda adapted. I like to show off my boobs and my long shaped legs. My boobs. Man, those babies are big and juicy. I love to touch them, squeeze them gently till it drives me crazy. These sensations are unbelievable and were the good counterbalance of my crazy six months. Do I want to get rid of all of this forever?   I moan softly ...

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...

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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Cheryl adjusted the flower on my head. She smiled and kept talking about how nice I turned out after the ritual.  "If only I could get shorter hair..." I complained.  "Nonsense! Your hair are wonderful, long and thick. I'm jealous of them, you know? You're just complaining now because you always had them short, like a proper square man," she replied gleefully.  "Well, I am a man!" I said.  "Not anymore," Cheryl smiled "Underneath that bush you've got between your legs there's an eager pussy ready for some male seed. And you have such nice and wide hips that are perfect for childbearing! If only I had them when I gave birth to my son..." I grimaced. I didn't want to hear about childbearing hips, giving birth or 'male seed'. Yet, the changes were taking me over at a primal level. A new wetness was brewing deep within me. The ritual did changed me completely and in ways I didn't expect when I agreed to it.  ...

  "Damn bikini!" I mumble as I feel my left boob almost slipping out of the bikini as I re-emerge from water.  I start then adjusting my left boob inside my swimsuit. At that moment I notice a flashlight and some guy moving around from the beach. I react without really thinking by sticking my tongue out while keep adjusting the bikini.  "Oh no...Charlotte is gonna kill me!" I exclaim realizing that is for sure a paparazzi.  You see, I'm not really Charlotte McKinney. My name is James Smithson and I work for Impersonator Inc. Never heard of us? I'm not surprised. We are very very discreet and very very expensive. We provide impersonators for whoever wants a break for his/her regular life. Mostly celebrities of various kind. I'm still a rookie and this is my second assignment, and the first time I'm a woman. Can you blame me for being so clumsy? I've never had such boobs! At least it was not a full-front nip-pick...   ----------- This ...

A spent Colin entered the dressing room. He quickly unzipped the back of his black leather leotard. His massive boobs broke free of their confinement and he has a sigh of relief.  "Goddammit, I can't believe how much I needed that!" he lamented, enjoying his work break.  "Damn, girl, no shame, I would feel the same if I had your huge knockers!" his colleague Trisha laughed.  She was the only other 'bunny' on a break with Colin that afternoon, but she was a tiny black girl with an athletic figure and perky B-cups and didn't have to deal with Colin heavy bust.  Colin muttered an insult to the Witness Protection Project that made him into a woman to ensure he could remain in his hometown during the various stages of a massive trial on financial fraud by his former employee. Changing the bookish, glasses-wearing account Colin into the buxom beauty Coleen helped hide him in plain sight. However, it seriously limited his work options. The agency put him in...

"Welcome to your destiny Jack!" giggled Tara. She was at the end of a long line of women, all pregnant. They were the women of Stapford Hill, the model suburban town me and my wife Lana moved in some weeks before. They were all smiling at me, making me feel eerie. As far as I could tell, I was the only man currently in the community center, something I was now quite aware as I looked at their pregnant bellies wrapped in their sportswear. Tara had invited me, but I thought it was just an afternoon coffee or something like that. I tried to ask if there had been a mistake. "No mistake, dear," reassured me Tara "We're just excited about the journey you're about to embark!"  That was something she and some of the other women had mentioned in the months we spent in the place. I just thought they meant in general, using some sort of internal joke I didn't get yet.  "Now, come here and let's start!" she said, inviting me towards her.  I w...

Carlton arrived back home after a day in the office. Waiting for him in the living room is his flatmate and friend Jake. He is seated on the main table, where they usually have their chessboard. The two met due to their shared love of chess and since living together, they have been regularly played after work.  "Hi, bro. Want to, like, have a match?" Jake asked.  Carlton gulped at the sight. Jake was wearing a sheer leotard that barely covered his massive boobs. He also had full make-up and overall looked stunning in his new female form.  "Sooo, you still haven't found a way back, right?" Carlton said, as he took of shoes and sat on the table. Jake was a chemist and after college started working with skincare companies. He was trying to create a revolutionary 'beauty cream' and had an accident at the lab that transformed the poor nerdy guy into a woman over the course of a week. And then into an ever increasing beautiful woman. Poor Jake has been camping...

They had been waiting for hours at the entrance of the temple. It was the whole crew assembled by millionaire Joseph Van Naesen for an expedition to the fabled Fountain of Youth. Archaeologist Paul Castle was namely the head of the mission, but he too had to stay put outside of the temple. So did Van Naesen's wife, the much younger and suppler Dina Von Naesen. Castle suspected that Van Naesen's obsession for the Fountain of Youth had much to do with her. The man was approaching seventy and having a wife in her late twenties must have made the man feeble with his own mortality.  Whatever the motivation, Castle's info and Van Naesen's money proved a successful enterprise. They did find and incredible temple deep in the Amazon, close to the border between Peru and Brazil. Castle wasn't still sure it was the Fountain of Youth, being a cautious scientist and all, but Van Naesen felt differently. He forbade everyone else to enter before him. He wanted to be the first - an...

Gary ran to the closest bookshop, not caring about being scantly dressed. He needed to be sure that he wasn't getting any dumber. He picked a non-fiction book about economics that he read in college. He started reading it, despite the distraction that his red-painted nails were and despite the feeling of his big, silicone-enhanced tits against his sweater.  His reading ability seemed normal, until he started the second paragraph. Words seemed more difficult and longer and Gary had to read a sentence two times before understanding it. By the third paragraph, most words seemed too difficult for Gary.  "Inflation...internal rates...recuse...These are, like, though words!" he mumbled, in terror at his newfound stupidity.  Gary used to be a clever man, among the most requested financial analyst on Wall Street. His reports and suggestions were always spot on and he was always in demand for his out-of-the-box ideas. One day, his cockiness made him proposing a very risky investme...

Jamie looked at his reflection in the mirror, after he undressed and remained only in high heels inside the restroom. He had tossed his dress on the floor as his skin started to feel itchy and warm, glad that he was at a fancy, high-end restaurant with clean restrooms. He leaned down on the wide sink area, trying to remain balanced as he felt his insides turning and moving. "Fuuck...Not nowww!" he moaned.  He felt that his voice broke midway, like those of a teenage boy. If he could not stop his transformation, his voice would complete the journey of boyhood to manhood. As would the rest of his body. His breath heaved and Jamie could feel his breast jiggling at every breath.  "I've b-been a f-fuckinnng...*PANT* w-woman for s-six months and...Ooooh...shit that was painful...and now is the time the c-curse decide to...AAAAHHH...reverse?!?" Jamie said between waves of nausea and pain.  Deep inside of him, Jamie felt his womb getting filled up, ready to morph and pu...

"Do you like your new car? Isn't it the model and color you've always loved?" Cliff asked. In front of him, his new wife Audrey nodded. She had told him how she loved the Jeep model now so proudly in parked in their backyard. It reminded her of the past, when Audrey was Andy and he had the same car to drive around town and county, picking up chicks and the like.  "Wonderful!" Cliff said, gleefully "Why don't you show 'daddy' how much you appreciate the gift?"  "Uh, sure. I'm very happy about the..." Audrey started to say but stopped mid-sentence as she turned her head.  Cliff was standing with a grin on his face. As Audrey looked at him, she understood exactly what he wanted to show her 'appreciation'. With a sigh, she lowered her dress, exposing one of her boobs. Cliff made a howl of appreciation, while Audrey rolled her eyes. For once she'd hoped to not be treated as a piece of meat, however she knew what she...

It was another boring day at the convenience store for Nestor. The early morning shift never harbored much in terms of clients or conversations. The 39-year old man just let them pass through, trying to stay awake at 6 am. He was so bored that he just barely noticed a customer in the shop. From the cameras he guess it was a girl, but she was wearing an oversized hoodie and most of the features were hidden. It wasn't like he cared that much anyway.  Only when she moved to the counter and called out for Nestor he turned his attention to her.  "Ehm...excuse me...d-do you have a-a d-discount on c-condoms...?" she said, in a high-pitched voice and huffed tone.  It was then that Nestor raised his gaze at the young woman in front of him. Her hoodie was open and her top was up, revealing a hefty pair of breasts and no panties. With one hand the girl was holding three sets of condoms, while the other was firmly between her legs, clearly touching herself. Her face looked flustered....

"Honey, look what a cute swimsuit I got this time!" said Bill to his wife Hannah. Hannah nodded unsure how happy she should be anymore. Her husband had just came out from the male locker room of their local Bikini Beach, changed into what was Bill's female self. Billie, as liked to be called, was now wearing a black one-piece with three striped openings and four golden sea stars. It was indeed a cute swimsuit. Only, Hannah was starting to wish that Billie wasn't so enthusiastic about it. It was their fifth visit to Bikini Beach in less than three months. It was the third time that Bill got himself a weekend pass, without any prompting from his wife. The first time they visited it was a calculated one from Hannah, who convinced Bill to try the one-day pass. She knew that the magical private beach club would change every male guest for the duration of their pass. Hannah did it as a prank and hopefully a lesson for Bill. That first time, Bill came out of the locker shock...

"Hey gorgeous, would you like to have a great time?" I ask, trying to sound flirty. Six months in, I still hate having to sell myself for potential private dances. I still hate having to give private dances. Or stripping in general. Even having tits and a pussy is still a handful, since I've never wanted to be a broad. I guess I should thank the government for placing me in the special Witness Protection Program. They thought that making me a broad and placing me working as a stripper was the best way to protect me while keeping me in town. Who would think that mobster Jack Mondello is now a tiny, busty chick that gets naked for money? Nobody.  "What would you give me?" the guy says, as I gently caress his thigh.  I have leaned over him, showing in my rack. I can feel the sheer slutty dress tightening around my ass. I hate all these revealing outfits. The guy is bald, but strong and muscular. I guess he overcompensate the loss of hair with lots of gym. I used to...

"I don't know Lois, doesn't it look a bit...demeaning?" Superman asked his wife. Lois Lane giggled: "Well, it's not much worse than what your other female colleague wear all the time." "I guess I've never really looked at it this way..." Superman commented.  During one of his many out-worldly battles, Superman entered into contact with a mysterious hybrid substance, a mix of kryptonite and minerals from a dozen different planets. At first he didn't give much notice to it, it only made him feel weak for about a day. However, once he went back home, exposure to Earth's sun caused a very strange reaction. The once mighty kryptonian man started to shrink and lost strength, at first in an unnoticeable way.  Until he flew closer to Earth. He felt immediately weaker and his uniform started to look and feel baggy around his body. His mighty chest was itchy and swollen. He barely made home due to nausea, where his wife Lois Lane had the shoc...

Lana heard a buzz on her phone. It was a message from her husband Paul. There was a picture attached. She opened it and gasped.  'Good morning love! tonight two big developments, lol! Little Paul is still hanging on dear life, but I think he's all alone now. Now I'm off to some more tests and then rest in my quarantine room. Started a re-watch of Games of Thrones, but had to stop because it was soo hot! That Momoa is something, isn't he? xo' Lana just stared at her phone for many minutes, alternating between reading the text and looking at the picture. She couldn't believe either. Paul sounded normal, almost happy, referring to another man as hot and not bothered by having lost his testicles. And in the picture she could barely recognize her husband. He didn't look like a man at all, especially now that he grew a sizeable pair of tits.  Paul was one of the unfortunate person to catch the so-called GeNe syndrome, a powerful virus that changed the gender of wh...

"Sue Helen, you have to believe me! Somehow, I woke up like this, but it's really me, Nathan!"  Sue Helen nodded, placing her fingers between the abundant cleavage of the woman in front of her. She unbuttoned the shirt, widening it a bit and looking how big the chest was. It was hard to believe that this chest ever belonged to a guy. If it wasn't for the other girl's deep knowledge of her and Nathan, Sue Helen would have dismissed her as crazy..  "Uh...I guess I can believe you after all you told me...but still it's hard to think of you as Nathan, with this bust and that face!" Sue Helen said, her eyes still wandering around Nathan's chest. Nathan blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation and by having his new appendices explored by his girlfriend. He was telling the truth though. He went to bed as a normal high school male senior, to wake up as a high school female senior. His new body was very weird, with the heavy bust and the lack of manhoo...