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Post by wannabeglam on Oct 21, 2008 8:27:10 GMT -4
I grasp the sides of the throne as it feels my insides are being torn out through my crotch. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" As quickly and intensely as the pain came on, it fades away. I don't even have to touch myself to know the difference as my thighs meet in places they hadn't before. I sit for a long moment, catching my breath and trying to decide what to do.
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Post by wannabeglam on Oct 21, 2008 23:11:07 GMT -4
I slowly take stock of the situation. I'm trapped on a throne and cannot stand up, my clothes hardly fit, and, oh yeah...I am physically a girl now. 'A very hot girl' the voice in my head says with a chuckle.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Oct 21, 2008 23:57:39 GMT -4
"The thrown has done it's job" says a voice, and you can stand again...it let you go...how odd.
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Post by wannabeglam on Oct 22, 2008 4:22:46 GMT -4
I stand up and almost immediately fall over being completely unused to carrying the cartoonish figure I now possess. I look around the large room and the various statues along the walls. I decide to investigate a little more, seeing as I can no longer see the doorway I entered through. Maybe the statues will point the way...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Oct 22, 2008 23:24:29 GMT -4
"looking for a way out" one of them says to you. "cause truth be told, we aren't sure either"
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Post by wannabeglam on Oct 22, 2008 23:28:54 GMT -4
Taking stock of the situation, I am an anatomical female with an incredible figure in my boy shorts and t-shirt trapped in a temple of some type in the middle of a hedge maze. I slowly begin to explore the temple past a row of statues on my right. Thankfully, none of them speak to me. At the far end of the room, I turn around and begin to explore the other wall. I walk this circuit twice and realize that its an illusion or something. Everything looks the same no matter where I go.
Except for the throne. It has vanished. Something has taken its place on the dais. I sashay as fast as I can in that direction.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Oct 27, 2008 21:49:07 GMT -4
In front of you you see a mirror...which allows you to take a peak at your new body.
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Post by wannabeglam on Oct 28, 2008 8:17:08 GMT -4
The large golden framed mirror reflected my shocking new proportions and my equally shocked face. My relatively thin frame was now completely hairless. My legs were still fairly thin, but my hips were easily 40 inches around. My waist tapered above my hips and was much higher than before. Above my waspish waistline, I was simply huge. My t-shirt stretched to the utmost containing two wobbling masses of flesh that could only be called...tits. I hefted them and was surprised at their weight and how sensitive they were.
I chuckled. I still had my male head, but the rest of me was an incredibly developed female. I put my hands on my wide hips and posed in front of the mirror. "I wonder what it would be like to go all the way?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 3, 2008 22:59:43 GMT -4
a face pushes its way out of the mirror, gasping for air. it's silvery sparkling essence shimmers as it looks you over.
"You wish to "go all the way" do you, the Mirror Face asks
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 3, 2008 23:02:30 GMT -4
The air around the mirror was suddenly much cooler. I felt my body shiver sending ripples through me. I was suddenly unsure. "I don't know...I....I have this girl's body with a boy's head. It has to be one or the other doesn't it? So why not?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 6, 2008 3:18:47 GMT -4
The mirror stretched it's face towards yours, and in a flash of a second, it engulfed your face and head in a thick liquid. It felt odd, but for some reason, you weren't alarmed.
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 6, 2008 9:29:32 GMT -4
I can't speak, but the liquid is terribly cold. I feel it covering my face and neck and sliding across my scalp. There is an incredible tinging all over my head. I can feel my face changing...cheekbones raising slightly, nose getting smaller and more feminine, long graceful neck....I try to pull back from the mirror and the liquid but cannot.
I think, 'must not be done yet' and try to relax as I clutch the sides of the mirror. 'I want to be beautiful,' a voice in my head says and I find myself agreeing!
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 10, 2008 1:58:31 GMT -4
The mirror continues to do it's work, you feel your face contorting, becoming beautiful as you had wished. Even makeup was forming on your pretty face at this point.
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 10, 2008 10:42:33 GMT -4
I can feel lipstick on my beestung lips and a gentle caress on my checks tells me that blush is being lightly applied. I feel my eyes open in the cold liquid and my eyelashes being stroked. "Oh yes, make me beautiful! Gorgeous! That's what I want!"
Another feeling begins to build along my scalp as I feel my face settling into a confident, perfect smile....
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 11, 2008 3:36:35 GMT -4
suddenly, the cold mirror moves away from your face, and returns to it's frame, becoming a mirror again, allowing you to see what's become of your head and face. You look on as the tingle in your scalp continues.
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