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Post by blinkr on May 31, 2012 4:32:43 GMT -4
I wake up on the floor of what appears to be the entrance hall of a large mansion. "Urgh," I groan. Maybe I shouldn't have taken a detour home through that lightning storm. I'd heard about people being spontaneously teleported by them before, but never thought it could happen to me! I pick myself off the floor and call out, "Hello?" No answer. Shivering a little, I decide to venture further into the house, in search of a little warmth, and perhaps someone who can help me. I decide on a corridor and proceed down it. A full length mirror catches my eye and fix my curly, light brown hair in it. After such a dramatic journey, I decide to check I'm in once piece. I examine my fairly average male physique for any injuries and relived, I find nothing. However, in the mirror a door catches my eye. The male and female symbols are etched in the dark woodwork, intertwined. Deciding this first room is as good a place as any to shelter in, I knock on the door. It unlocks and swings open gently. I walk inside.
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Post by observer on Jun 2, 2012 12:51:33 GMT -4
Inside was a rather comfortable looking bed that looked freshly made. There was also a closet door hanging open across from the bed. But what seemed out of place was an old fashion camera sitting on a desk with black and white photos spread out around it.
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Post by blinkr on Jun 3, 2012 11:15:59 GMT -4
I tread over to the table and pick up one of the photographs. The picture is faded, but as I take it from the table the image starts to clear up a bit. The photo is of a young man, a couple of years younger than me, perhaps 20. He's standing, facing out and looking rather puzzled. I go to put the photo back but I notice that as I changes the angle of the photo, the picture moves. It's a hologram card, but not the usual kind that fades between two still images. As I turn the photograph slowly, the picture flows like an animation. The man seems to shrink a little, and his hair lengthens slowly. He brushes it out of his eyes with a feminine hand and starts to feel up his body, as it also transforms. His hips widen and his shirt starts to stretch as his chest expands, a womanly bosom soon filling out. The man in the photo is no longer recognisable as male, having completely switched genders. He looks out from the photo and smiles devilishly. That's where the animation ends, my hand having twisted about 90 degrees to see the full thing. I gasp as I notice the picture is now in full, glorious colour. The beautiful, buxom redhead staring out at me is superbly detailed for a picture presumably taken by a dusty old camera from the 1800s. I can even see the sweat on her cleavage and the details of her beautiful, blue irises. I put the picture back on the table and turn round to go when I jump, noticing someone behind me...
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Post by observer on Jun 3, 2012 14:15:20 GMT -4
It was a man looking to be in his 30's, dressed in a black suit and bowler hat. "Well hello there young sir." He said, giving s light bow. "What do you think of my photos?" He asked with a smile.
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Post by blinkr on Jun 3, 2012 18:14:22 GMT -4
"They're pretty awesome!" I reply. "Are they all of people...changing?" "But of course!" I look back at the photos, and walk a semi circle around the table. Sure enough, all of the pictures display their subjects swapping genders. The table is awash with expanding bosoms, shrinking crotches and lengthening hair. Just looking at it all causes a stirring in my own groin. Embarrassed, I slyly readjust myself to hide the hard-on. I used to imagine becoming a lesbian and living a life of sex in my early teenage years, but knew I could never afford the appropriate alchemy training to make the change. I hadn't fantasized about transformation for years now, but these photos are certainly grabbing my attention. "How did you take them?" I ask tentatively.
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Post by observer on Jun 3, 2012 23:40:05 GMT -4
"This very special camera of course." He said, picking up the old looking camera. "Would you like a demonstration?" He asked with a grin, pointing the camera toward the young man.
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Post by blinkr on Jun 4, 2012 3:53:42 GMT -4
"Well, sure okay!" I agree, nervously, wondering if my deep buried fantasies are really about to come true. The man smiles and picks up the camera...
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Post by observer on Jun 4, 2012 14:02:10 GMT -4
"Given the age of my camera it could take a bit of time to take the picture." He said, aiming the camera at the young man. "So please, do your best to hold still." He smiled, holding down the button to warm up the camera. As he did a strange tingling began to spread through his subjects body.
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Post by blinkr on Jun 5, 2012 11:08:49 GMT -4
A strange sensation envelops me as the camera turns on. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "It feels really strange, but pretty nice!" I say, anticipating what's about to happen. Suddenly, the tingle intensifies. I gasp in a higher pitched voice than usual and cough as my voice box shrinks. The man at the camera seems to grow taller for a second, but then I notice my height is decreasing. I look at my arm and feel my skin softening, the hairs retreating back and disappearing with a ticklish feeling. The same feeling spreads over my legs, chest and pubic area and I notice I am hairless there as well. As I watch my hands, they become more dainty and feminine looking. I touch my face as the tingling centres there, and feel it transform beneath my very fingers, hair vanishing from my jawline and my features becoming softer. My previously curly hair suddenly straightens in a split second and falls flat against my head. The sensation is astonishing as it grows out and slides down to just under my shoulders. I lift a soft clump and watch as it darkens to jet black. Suddenly pleasure floods through my hindquarters and I grab my ass as it inflates, filling up my already tight jeans. My hips widen outwards and my thighs grow: bigger, softer and more womanly. My figure is now decidedly voluptuous. My genitals are next to be hit with the sensation and as they morph, I cum hard. I cry out in my new girly voice as my penis shrinks and disappears back into me, leaving a dripping wet vagina in its place. As the orgasm continues, my nipples tingle intensely. They grow, and I look down to see them poke under the loose fabric of my shirt. The orgasm ends, and I gasp for air. Every time I inhale, the tingling increases, causing me to gasp more and physically inflate my chest. My breasts develop quickly and expand to DD size, stretching my t shirt tightly around them. The changes seem to finish, and I breathe heavily. "Woah," I hear my new, sultry voice utter, "That was quite an experience."
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Post by observer on Jun 5, 2012 17:41:13 GMT -4
"I'm sure it was my dear." He said as the camera let out an audible 'click'. He opened the back carefully and removed a picture similiar to the others on the table. "You can borrow some 'better' fitting clothes if you want from the closet." He said, gesturing toward a nearby door as he admired his latest picture.
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Post by blinkr on Jun 6, 2012 17:26:08 GMT -4
I walk to the wardrobe, noticing my gait has become more controlled and sexy. As I reach it, I notice it seems to be a lot larger on the inside. I enter, and find myself in a room almost as big as the one containing the wardrobe! Clothes are everywhere, lining the walls, piled up on the floor and hanging from the ceiling. I strip off to my underware and take the opportunity to look in a large, full length mirror and explore my new form. My face and hair seem to almost completely match those of Zooey Deschanel, but my body is far more voluptuous and curvaceous. I run one hand through my silky bangs and cup one of my ample breasts with the other. "This is amazing," I murmur. I pick out a tight red t shirt and a denim short skirt. I also put on some ordinary black Vans. Coming out of the wardrobe, I lean on it and ask, "So, what next?"
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Post by observer on Jun 7, 2012 5:36:22 GMT -4
"What next my dear..." He said, setting down the camera and photo. "Is up to you." He said as he turned to smile at her. "I promised you a demonstration and I've given you one. Feel free to enjoy your time as a woman." The man said, taking his hat off and pulling a card out of it. "But if there comes a time you want to change your look again feel free to stop by my studio instead." He said, handing her the card. "We'll discuss the price before hand of course."
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Post by blinkr on Jun 12, 2012 2:53:52 GMT -4
I think to myself, wondering what other crazy things could happen in this mansion. I decide to change my name to something more appropriate - Daphne seemed to be the closest and best sounding female name to Dave. Thanking the man as he leaves, I sit on he table and feel myself up. My hands trace over my sexy curves and under my heaving bust. One hand reaches my clit and I massage it feverishly, visions of transformations and alterations racing through my head. As I climax, I'm aleady settled on somewhere else to go.
(Daphne's story continues in the weight room...)
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