No I Will Not

Yes bring it on!!! I also want my belly to swell and my breasts to fill with milk

I need a man to put me on female hormones

Castrate me

Give me implants if my breasts don’t grow big enough from the hormones

Take my penis & give me a vagina that he can fuck

Let me suck your cock to get you hard

Bend me over to watch my breasts dangle as you fuck me swapping back and forth from my pussy to my ass

Me wishing I had full female reproductive equipment so you could knock me up if you chose to cum in my pussy

I’d great you at the door every night to suck your cock

Going on a atv or snowmobile trip with you & you using me in a hot tub with other people around or slipping into the woods do I could give you a blow job

These are the things I dream of every night

When I look at a girl/woman I can’t help but fantasize about being able to swap bodies with her and actually experience everything from a biological woman’s point of view

My breasts growing, my first period, giving my first hand job, giving my first blow job, having a man eat me out, having a man penatrate me bare the first time risking pregnancy, getting fucked in the ass the first time, feeling my mans seed leaking out of my pussy & running down my leg for the first time

I want it all

Is there anyone out there that can make this happen?

When will I find a man that I can devote my life to & will turn me into his Amazon Queen. Put me in panties,inject me with his cum & estrogen take my testicles, give me implants if my breasts don’t grow enough, put me on a strict diet & exercise routine, remove my clittie & give me a vagina so he can have a 3rd hole I can pleasure him with unless 2 holes & a permanently soft clittie is good enough for him.

Fully Femanize me to be your 6’2” Amazon Queen

Spooky Season -Werewolf anon

After the trauma of birthing my litter of... pups... alone... two months ago, I spent hours hunting down my one night stand, needing answers. It wasn't as difficult as I expected, turns out he was looking for me, too. We meet behind the bar we met in, at his request. He asked about 'The kids' as soon as he saw me.. He knew?? How? His grin is unsettling, and he nods in approval when informed that he's the father of four healthy werepups, and I get the gut feeling that he must have actually planned to knock me up. I carefully broach the subject of support, and the fact that I have no idea how to raise kids, let alone babies that spend a weekend a month feisty and covered in fur. He agrees to support me and the babies financially as well as he can, but has no interest in the fatherhood part, on one condition: that I sleep with him at least once every six months, no condom, one to two days before the full moon.

Hello, Werewolf Anon! Are you the same anon who wrote about the one-night stand with a guy who's secretly a werewolf, who shockingly gave birth to 4-6 werewolf pups one night during a full moon? If not, that's totally cool, but I'm realizing now that I cannot find that particular post anywhere on the blog and I'm wondering if Tumblr ate it.

Sigh. Goddammit, Tumblr. Let me know if that's the case and I'll get it reposted.

Finding out that you've most likely been purposefully bred is one thing. Finding out that he's eager to keep doing it? That's gotta be something else entirely. He knows that you'll need his support to help raise all of those babies, and he's backed you into a corner-- you'll take his cock raw on a monthly basis, or you'll have to figure out how to make ends meet with four hungry mouths to feed.

But is it really that much of a hardship? You can't help but recall how incredible it felt when he fucked you, pounding you in ways that left you begging and screaming for more throughout that fateful night. One evening of incredible sex a month to leave you and your kids in relative financial comfort seems like a small price to pay. And while getting crammed full of seed once every 30 days might be playing a dangerous game of Russian roulette with your ovaries, you probably won't get pregnant again.

Right?

(A Spooky Season response.)

“I’m not a girl!” I protest as you finish tying my wrists together to the top of the bed frame. You laugh at me, and stroke my breasts.

“That what are these? I don’t know of any man who has tits like these.” You cup my tits and push them up towards my face. I jerk my head back and struggle, twisting as much as I can while pinned beneath you.

“Let me go!”

You lean forward, still sitting on my waist, until you are hovering above my face, arms on either side of my head. You are so much stronger than me, you remind me of how weak I am, how I am barely a boy.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you?”

“I’m not a girl! And you don’t get to fuck me! Let me go!”

You sigh, frustrated with my resistance. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to teach my little girl a lesson, aren’t I?”

You reach down and pick something up from next to the bed. I can’t see what it is, between my tied wrists and your heavy weight I can’t move at all.

Then you lift it up over my head triumphantly. My eyes widen. 

“No! You can’t put that in me! It won’t fit! It’s too big.”

You smile and press the head of the dildo gag at my lips. “Are you going to a good girl and let me put this in you?”

I shake my head and turn my head away. Your smile drops and you slap me. I jerk back, cheek stinging. You slap me again and again, finally I gasp and you grab my chin squeezing my mouth to stay open. I can’t even complain or yell before you’re feeding through the dildo gag. I choke and sputter, gasping around it.  Tears pool in my eyes and you laugh and grab my throat.

“You’re going to suck that cock and remember that it’s fake, just like that little packer you had in your panties. Real men don’t need fake dicks. And as you suck it, you’re going to wish it was my cock you were sucking.”

I whine, no longer gagging but throat still convulsing around it. Convulsing beneath your hand.

You let go of my throat, and slide your hand down between my breasts, stopping just long enough to pinch and pull at my nipples. It has me  whining, trying to escape your grasp, but at the same time, the unfamiliar touch feels so… good. No! I’m a boy— only girls like to have their tits played with.

Your hand slides lower, stopping at my boxers. You push yourself back so that you are kneeling over me. Your hands grip my bulge and squeeze. “And look what we have here… a fake cock? Now why would a boy like you need one of these?”

My cheeks burn with humiliation, and I try to snap back but all I do is just whine around the gag. You smile cruelly at me, tugging my boxers down over my knees, and then further until they come off completely. I kick and squirm against you, trying to get you away, only stopping to flinch as the cold air hits my pussy.

You toss my boxers and packer away. “Now let’s see this cute little cunt of yours.”

I shake my head, squeezing my thighs together but that doesn’t stop you from grabbing them and spreading my legs wide to the cold air. I stop squirming. It’s so cold, and my pussy is so hot. I tremble and squirm and you laugh.

“Look at that! You’re already dripping. You must really like being told your true place!”

I whine and gurgle around the gag, face burning hot in anger and embarrassment. I’m a boy! Not a girl!

You slide a finger up and down the length of my pussy, stopping at my clit. My clit begins to harden under the soft touch. It’s been too long since someone touched me there. 

“It’s a shame about all the bush… though that can be fixed easily. I suppose though you think this little clit of yours makes you a man, huh?”

I huff and protest around the gag, but you ignore me. You slide two fingers in to my pussy and my protests die. I shiver and squirm, but this time I’m not trying to escape your touch, I’m trying to encourage you. My pussy squelches as you scissor me open and I moan in aroused humiliation at the sound.

You laugh again. “Wow, you really are a desperate slut, aren’t you girl?”

You twist your fingers around, rubbing at my walls until I’m moaning and throbbing, trying to chase the orgasm I can feel beginning to build. Then you stop, leaving your fingers there as it fades away. I cry out around the gag, trying to thrust against you, trying to chase that relief. You grab my hips and hold me still, until it completely fades. I look up at you, teary eyed.

“Only good girls get to cum… And you seem to think you’re a boy. Though, you did seem to enjoy that, a lot like a girl would.”

My eyes widen and… Maybe… Maybe you aren’t wrong. I did enjoy that a lot. The feeling of you fingering my pussy, I could also imagine your dick in its place. My pussy throbs, and my clit burns with need.

You pull out your fingers and before I have to time to complain about the loss, you are sliding your dick into my cunt. 

I offer no resistance, squeezing and throbbing around your cock and you begin to thrust, slowly, but quickly getting faster and faster until you are thrusting at a steady. 

“What a good girl. You greedy, just sucking my cock in. This is just what you needed, isn’t it? Someone to show you what a real girl needed, huh? You just needed someone’s cock, that’s all.”

I nod and moan, not even thinking about it, not even resisting it anymore. You’re right, I did need a cock. I needed a cock in my pussy so much that I thought I needed to be a man. But I’m beginning to see it now, I just need someone to fuck me with a big cock.

You slap my tits, and then start to grope and play with them, tugging and pinching at my nipples, squeezing and playing with them. “Look at these things! When you’re pregnant with my child they’ll just get even larger, and then they’ll fill up with milk. Just like a good girl’s tits should do.”

I moan my agreement. I need to be fucked. I need you to fuck me until you knock me up.

You change the rhythm of your thrusting and now the dildo I had been sucking unconsciously  on, is being thrown back and forth in my mouth in time with every thrust that shoved me forward.

I’m drooling and swallowing around it. The pressure of the dildo hitting the back of my throat nearly makes me gag, but it makes me feel so full. My eyes slide shut.

You slap me. “Keep your eyes open, slut. I want you to see what it looks like for a girl to get fucked.”

I force my eyes open and watch you as you slam your hips against mine. Every time your thrust, you shove my body up and against the dildo. I moan around it, feeling so full. You’re right, this is my place. This is my purpose.

You remove your groping hands from my tits, gripping my throat and you keep thrusting a steady rhythm. I’m so close to cumming from you fucking me alone.

“This is what girls like you are made for, to be little slutty cumdumps. To be fucked for real men’s pleasure. That’s all you are. A slut. A slut for cum. For real men’s cum. Isn’t that right?”

I nod my head frantically, and I plead as much as I can, for you to let me cum. For you to cum in me, so that I can serve my purpose as a girl. But the only sounds I can make are desperate moans and groans.

You stop thrusting and I whine and squeeze around your cock, trying to get you to continue. I was so close…

“Only good girls get to cum,” you remind me.

I am a good girl. I’m a good girl. Please let me cum. I’m a good girl.

You pull out the gag, a strand of saliva following it. I moan at the absence of it, and I try to focus on your face.

“What are you?” You demand.

I stare in confusion at the sudden loss of the gag, and you repeat your demand, slapping my face. I shudder under your touch, desperate for more.

“A girl.”

“Louder! What are you? What is your purpose?”

“I’m a girl! I’m a girl! I have a pussy for you to rape and breed. I have tits for men to use. I’m a girl!”

Your thrusts become erratic, faster and faster until you pull out nearly all the way before slamming back, hitting my cervix and cum. You cum and cum and cum. Filling me up with so much cum.

I cry as the tension begins to fade as I begin to miss my orgasm. You reach down and rub my clit. Rubbing it furiously. Hard and rough in tight circles that has electric shocks running through me as I arch and cum around you, drawing even more cum out of you. The whole time you’re chanting, telling me about how much of a girl I am.

 Finally, you pull out of me, and cum follows. You look down at me, face flushed and eyes unfocused.

“What a good girl.”

Learning How a Woman Should Be Treated

Dan sat in the center of his group, his voice already slurred as he waved his beer bottle around to emphasize whatever nonsense he was spinning at the moment. His friends Travis, Keith, and Benny leaned in, laughing, egging him on, and taking turns sharing in his crude jokes and boisterous energy. 

“So, I’m tellin’ ya,” he slurred, as he spotted a tall, stunning woman across the bar. She had her back to them, chatting with another guy. “That right there? That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” He jabbed his beer bottle toward her, a grin creeping onto his face. “Classy on the outside, but you know there’s always more underneath.”

Benny nudged him. “Bro, go talk to her. Show her who’s boss.”

Dan chuckled, not needing much of a push. “Watch and learn, boys.”

He sauntered over, putting on what he probably thought was an irresistible grin, and slipped up beside her. “Hey there,” he said, his voice dripping with exaggerated charm. “Mind if I buy you a drink? Or are you one of those who doesn’t know how to have a good time?”

The woman turned, her expression polite but clearly unamused. “Thanks, but I’m good,” she replied, her voice smooth and dismissive.

“Oh, come on,” he pressed, leaning closer. “Just one drink. Loosen up a little, yeah?”

She shook her head with a small, tolerant smile. “I appreciate it, but I’m not interested.”

The rejection stung more than it should have, and Dan’s smile faltered. He leaned in further, lowering his voice. “Don’t have to play hard-to-get. You and me. One drink, and I’ll show you a good time.”

Something in her gaze shifted. She looked him up and down with a look that made his stomach turn. Her lips curved into a slight smirk, and she lifted a hand, gesturing lightly toward his forehead, her fingers trailing just close enough that he felt a faint tingle. Dan blinked, feeling a strange haze settle over him.

When he opened his eyes again, she was gone. He stumbled back to his friends, muttering, “Whatever. Stuck-up… couldn’t handle me.”

Keith snickered. “She blew you off, didn’t she?”

Dan rolled his eyes, waving a dismissive hand. “Forget her. I don’t need someone like that.”

But he felt a strange heaviness set in, like he’d been drained. He shook it off, plastering on his cocky smile again as he raised his glass. “Let’s get another round. I’ll take care of it,” he said.

It wasn’t long before Dan felt his vision blurring. At some point, he remembered the guys slapping his back, shouting that they’d see him tomorrow, and then… his living room. His couch looked comfy.  He threw off his shirt and pants and passed out.. 

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Dan groaned, his head pulsing in sync with his heartbeat, the taste of stale beer still on his tongue. Blinking against the daylight flooding his living room, he sat up slowly, feeling oddly… off. Every movement made his stomach churn, but he forced himself up, stumbling towards the bathroom.

Reaching down to steady himself and relieve his bladder, his hand met… nothing.

“What the…” His eyes snapped open, adrenaline cutting through the haze of his hangover. Where there should have been a familiar presence, his hand found only smooth skin. Frantically, he stared down at himself, barely processing what he saw. Soft curves, bare skin that felt unfamiliar and wrong. His mind raced, but he struggled to put together any coherent thought other than a primal, all-consuming no.

He staggered to the mirror, heart hammering as he took in his reflection. Wide eyes, high cheekbones, soft, disheveled blonde hair. None of it was his. Yet somehow, it all was.

Dan stumbled back, his hand flying to his mouth. This has to be a nightmare. Maybe I’m still drunk… or hallucinating… or something.

But his pounding headache reminded him of the very real hangover he was enduring. He reached up, running his hands over his face, feeling the unfamiliar softness of his skin, the strange shape of his jaw. Each touch confirmed the terrifying reality: his body was undeniably, unmistakably female.

“Oh… oh god,” he whispered, his voice soft, higher-pitched than he’d ever heard it, even in his worst moments of mockery. Panic began to claw its way through his confusion, making his heart race. “What happened last night?

Dan’s fingers shook as he picked up his phone, his heart racing as he waited for the call to connect. It picked up, and he heard Keith’s groggy voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Keith, you have to come over right now,” Dan said, his voice coming out in a soft, almost lilty tone that made him cringe. It sounded nothing like him.

There was a pause. “…Uh, who is this?”

Dan closed his eyes, trying to keep his cool. “It’s me, dude! It’s Dan!”

Keith snorted. “Very funny. Who put you up to this? Is this, like, a prank or something?”

“No! Keith, it’s actually me!” Dan insisted, frustration creeping into his voice. “I know it sounds insane, but I woke up… I woke up as… as a girl.” He could hardly bring himself to say it out loud, but the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

Keith burst out laughing. “Yeah, sure, Dan. Nice try. You sound nothing like him.”

Dan gritted his teeth. “Keith, I swear, if you don’t get over here right now, I’m going to—” He stopped, realizing that the threat sounded ridiculous in his new voice. “Please, just trust me! I know I don’t sound like myself, but it’s really me. I need your help.”

Keith chuckled again, clearly unconvinced. “Okay, whoever you are, you’re not even close to sounding like Dan. Dan’s not gonna say he needs help, let alone beg for it.”

Dan sighed, his tone slipping to something softer, almost pleading without him meaning to. “Keith, please. I’m freaking out over here, and I don’t know who else to call. Just, like… just come over, alright? I really need you.” His voice sounded more desperate with each word, and Dan could hardly believe how helpless he sounded.

Keith’s laughter faded a bit. “…Wait, are you actually serious?”

“Yes! Please just come over. I’m… I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m really scared.” The words came out softer than he intended, almost like a whisper, and Dan felt his face flush.

There was a long pause, and then finally, Keith sighed. “Alright, fine. I don’t know what kind of weird prank this is, but I’m coming over. Just… don’t go anywhere.”

Dan let out a shaky breath, relief flooding him. “Thank you. I’ll be here… I just… need someone to help me figure this out.”

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Dan paced around his living room, his thoughts racing. He’d pulled on a loose white t-shirt and some black joggers, doing his best to ignore the unsettling fit of the clothes against his new frame. Every time he moved, he could feel how different his body was, but he tried to shake it off.

When the knock at the door finally came, he almost sprinted to open it. Keith was standing there, looking around, clearly confused. But as his eyes landed on Dan, his expression shifted to one of shock and then suspicion.

“Uh… who are you?” Keith asked, squinting. “Where’s Dan?”

Dan sighed, exasperated. “Keith, it’s me. I told you, I woke up like this.” He gestured to himself, trying not to cringe as he looked down at his small, delicate hands. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m Dan!”

Keith laughed, shaking his head. “Nice try. Dan must’ve put you up to this, right? Good one. But there’s no way you’re him.”

Dan crossed his arms, feeling his frustration boil over. “Keith, remember that time in college you got so hammered you tried to wrestle a statue and had to be carried back to the dorms by security? Who else would know that?”

Keith’s laughter faltered. “…Okay, that’s… kind of specific.”

“And who helped you hide that weird collection of swords from your mom when she came over last month?” Dan pressed, raising an eyebrow.

Keith’s eyes widened, his confidence wavering. “Alright, alright. Stop. You’re starting to freak me out.” He took a step back, eyeing Dan as if seeing him for the first time. “Are you… are you actually Dan?”

“Yes!” Dan said, exasperated. “Do you think I’d go through all this trouble for a joke?”

Keith rubbed his face, looking completely thrown. “Alright… so you’re… a girl now?” He took in the sight of Dan’s clothes hanging awkwardly on his slender frame. “Dude, what happened to you?”

“I don’t know!” Dan threw his hands up, pacing again. “I went out, had way too much to drink, and I woke up like this. I don’t remember anything weird happening, but here I am!”

They sat down, trying to brainstorm any possible explanation. They talked about curses, bad dreams, even some weird science experiment gone wrong. But every idea seemed more ridiculous than the last, and Dan could feel his patience wearing thin.

“Man, this is pointless,” Dan groaned, grabbing his controller. “Let’s just play some games until my head stops spinning, okay?”

Keith, still a little dazed, picked up his own controller. “Uh, yeah… sure.”

But as the game started, Dan realized something was wrong. Usually, he could wipe the floor with Keith. But now, his reflexes felt off, his focus scattered. Keith won round after round, a smug grin spreading across his face. As they played, he found himself biting his lower lip, a habit he’d never had before.

“Ugh, not fair,” he whined, tossing his controller down in frustration. He jumped to his feet, scowling. “I swear, I’m just off today or something…”

Keith stared, slack-jawed, and Dan looked down, realizing with horror that his clothes had somehow transformed. Gone was his t-shirt and joggers. Instead, he was wearing a tight white crop top that hugged his chest, paired with low-waisted black pants that hung suggestively on his hips, accentuating the curves he’d been trying to ignore.

“Wha—how did this…?” Dan trailed off, his face burning as he looked up at Keith’s stunned expression.

Keith cleared his throat, awkwardly glancing away. “Dude, I think this… girl thing might be affecting you more than you thought.

Dan stared down at his new outfit, a mix of anger and embarrassment bubbling up inside him. His hands instinctively moved to cover his midriff, and he tugged at the crop top, as if trying to stretch it down to cover more skin. It was a useless effort, but he couldn’t help himself. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and weirdly self-conscious. His hands kept fidgeting, smoothing down the waistband of his pants, his fingers brushing his flat, toned stomach.

Keith was watching him, concerned. “Uh… dude, you good?”

Dan shot him an annoyed look, feeling his cheeks warm. “Obviously not! This is…” He paused, catching himself. “…like, so messed up!” The words slipped out, sounding wrong, almost… whiny. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the strange tone. “I mean… whatever.”

Keith glanced over, trying not to laugh. “Uh… Dan, are you… pouting right now?”

Dan crossed his arms tightly over his chest, huffing softly as he shot Keith a glare. “I don’t know, Keith,” he said, almost snapping. “Maybe if you were actually helping instead of just making fun of me.”

Keith bit his lip, clearly trying to hold back laughter. “Alright, alright, I’ll be serious,” he said, holding back a chuckle. But he still couldn’t stop looking at Dan with a mix of amazement and disbelief.

Dan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hand on his hip without even thinking about it, his fingers drumming on his thigh. “This is, like… so stressful,” he mumbled, feeling the urge to just… stomp his foot in frustration. Instead, he let out a dramatic sigh, looking up at Keith with wide, pleading eyes. “Can we just… I dunno, do something about this?”

Keith gave him a long look, trying to stay serious but obviously struggling. “Sure… let’s think. But maybe put on some new clothes first?”

Dan nodded, brushing his hair out of his face with a little flick of his wrist. “Thank you,” he said.

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Dan rummaged through his closet, looking for anything that might make him feel more like himself. The reflection staring back at him was undeniably feminine, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. The blonde hair, the delicate features. It was all so wrong.

Finally, he pulled out a white dress shirt, a pair of black dress pants, and a tie. This’ll work. At least I’ll look masculine, he thought, pulling on the clothes as quickly as possible.

Dan stormed back into the living room. The oversized dress shirt hung loosely off his shoulders, the tie knotted clumsily around his neck, and the dress pants were baggy, practically falling down his hips. He had to roll the sleeves up several times to even see his hands. He looked ridiculous, but at least he was covered.

Keith raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “Uh, dude, that’s a… look.”

Dan slumped onto the couch, crossing his legs instinctively and tugging at the dress shirt in a futile attempt to make it fit better. “Whatever, okay?” he huffed, tapping his nails impatiently on the table. “This is, like, the best I could do.” He didn’t notice the way he was flicking his wrist with each tap, nails clicking in an almost rhythmic, absent-minded pattern.

As they started brainstorming again, Dan’s words started slipping, getting breathier and a little… slower. “So, like, maybe I just… I dunno… wished too hard to be, like, someone hotter or something?” His eyes drifted as he spoke, and his gaze turned up toward Keith with an innocent, slightly confused expression.

Keith watched, biting his lip as he saw the outfit Dan had put on begin to shift in real time. The baggy dress pants started to shrink, the material pulling tight against Dan’s hips and then sliding upward, reforming into a dangerously short, red plaid skirt. The waistband hugged his slender waist, and the skirt barely covered him, flaring out flirtatiously over his thighs.

At the same time, the dress shirt shifted as well, the fabric drawing tighter across his chest, pulling up and up until it barely hung on his shoulders. It transformed into a cropped, sheer white blouse with puffy sleeves, and the front tied itself into a neat little knot just below his bust. The tie stayed in place but had shrunk as well, forming a slim, playful accessory that hung loosely around his neck, adding to the look’s provocative vibe.

Dan blinked, still talking, oblivious to the changes. “And, like, ugh, why does everything feel so complicated right now?” His fingers continued to tap on the table, this time with a new purpose, his painted nails clinking rhythmically against the wood. “Maybe… maybe I just need to, like, take a selfie or something to see what’s really going on?” he suggested, twirling a lock of his blonde hair absentmindedly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Keith stared, almost speechless. “Dan, um… dude… do you not see what you’re wearing right now?”

Dan glanced down, his lips parting as he took in the new outfit. “Wait, what?” He paused, tugging at the tiny skirt, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and disbelief. “Oh my god, how did this even… like, happen?” He didn’t seem to notice that his tone had slipped from anger to a kind of dazed curiosity, almost as if he were more fascinated than alarmed.

He tugged on the sheer blouse, pressing his hands to his waist, giving a little pout without realizing it. “This is, like, so embarrassing,” he murmured, casting a pleading look at Keith, his wide eyes soft and almost innocent. “Can’t we just… like, figure this out? I feel, like, super weird right now.”

Keith cleared his throat, trying to pull his focus back. “Yeah… we’ll, uh, figure it out. But maybe… stop messing with your hair?”

Dan sat there, fidgeting with the hem of his skirt, mind spinning. His eyes drifted to Keith, who was sitting across from him, looking concerned and focused. Dan found himself staring, his thoughts going fuzzy. He’s being so nice, he thought, a strange warmth bubbling up inside him. And he’s… kinda cute.

“Uh… Dan?” Keith’s voice jolted him back, and Dan blinked, realizing he’d been leaning in, staring at him.

Dan blinked, his hand frozen mid-twirl. “Oh! Sorry,” he giggled, his cheeks flushing pink. 

Keith gave him a puzzled smile. “This is all so crazy.  Are you alright?”

Dan fiddled with a strand of his blonde hair, glancing down with a shy smile. “I’m fine. Just… thanks for helping me out. You’re, like… a really sweet friend.”

Keith chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, yeah… anytime, man.”

“So… like, what were we talking about again?”

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Keith took that as a cue.  He made a decision. “Alright, I think I’ll head over to the bar, see if anyone remembers anything weird from last night. Maybe someone saw what happened to you.”

Dan’s face lit up. “Oh my gosh, Keith, that would be, like, so helpful!” Without thinking, he jumped up and threw his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He could feel the warmth of Keith’s body, the solidness of his chest, and he found himself snuggling in, letting out a soft sigh. “Thank you so much!”

Keith froze, his face turning a little pink as he felt Dan’s soft form pressing against him, and the faint scent of whatever that Dan’s new form seemed to carry. He shifted, feeling confused and… unexpectedly warm himself. This is Dan, he reminded himself, but it was hard to ignore how close Dan was, or the way his body felt in the skimpy outfit.

“Uh, yeah, no problem…” he managed, awkwardly patting Dan’s back. He pulled back, but not before he caught Dan’s wide, grateful smile up close, which sent another confusing jolt through him. Man, my friend is… weirdly hot.

Dan let go, still smiling. “Good luck, Keith! I’ll be, like, here if you need me.” He gave him a little wave, eyes bright with gratitude.

Keith swallowed, giving a stiff nod as he headed toward the door, trying to shake off the strange feelings he was having.

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Keith entered the bar. It was early and the place was mostly empty, with the faint sounds of glasses clinking and the bartender prepping for the night. He recognized the guy behind the counter as the same bartender from the night before. Keith took a deep breath, trying to piece together what he was going to say. There’s no easy way to explain this, he thought, deciding to just rip the bandaid off.

He walked up to the bar and cleared his throat. “Hey, uh, I was here last night with my buddy Dan… and, um… something weird happened to him.” Keith pulled out his phone and showed the bartender a recent picture of Dan in his usual guy form, his eyes silently pleading not to sound insane.

The bartender glanced at the photo, then smirked, stifling a laugh. “Okay, let me guess, something happened, and now he’s not looking… quite like himself?”

Keith’s eyes widened. “Yeah! Exactly! You know about this?”

The bartender shrugged, polishing a glass with a knowing smile. “Depends. Tell me, does your friend Dan treat women with respect?”

Keith winced, feeling his face go hot. “Uh… well, I mean… Dan can be… a little rough around the edges. He can act like a jerk sometimes, especially after a few drinks.”

The bartender snorted. “Yeah, that tracks. Look, Lily’s got a bit of a… reputation around here. Most guys don’t get more than a cold shoulder or maybe a scathing look if they act out of line. But every now and then, a special kind of asshole catches her attention. And, well… she has a way of giving them a lesson they’ll never forget.”

Keith swallowed, nodding slowly. “So… you’re saying Dan somehow… triggered this? And she… did this to him?”

The bartender’s grin widened. “Seems that way. Lily doesn’t like it when men act like jerks, but when she decides someone deserves a little extra treatment…” He trailed off, shrugging. “Well, you’ve seen the result.”

Keith rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down in embarrassment. “Is there… any way to reverse it? I mean, Dan’s kind of freaking out.”

The bartender shook his head. “Can’t say I know the details. But Lily usually swings by here most nights. If you want answers, she’s the one to ask.”

Keith nodded, his determination hardening. “Alright. Thanks. I’ll come back later and see if I can catch her.”

The bartender raised his glass in a little salute. “Good luck with that, man. And, uh, maybe let Dan know, if he ever goes back to normal, he might want to rethink the way he talks to women.”

Keith left, feeling a mix of relief and worry. He had a plan, but he also knew that if Lily really did have some kind of… power, he’d have to approach this carefully.

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Keith knocked on the door, calling out, “Dan? You in there?” When he didn’t get a response, he pushed the door open, stepping inside.

“Dan?” he called, his voice echoing in the quiet apartment. As he turned the corner, his eyes widened, stopping dead in his tracks. There, in the doorway to the bedroom, was a knockout standing in a skimpy lace bra, matching thong, and thigh-high stockings. Dan leaned casually against the door frame, a soft, dreamy expression on his face.

“Oh my gosh, Keith!” Dan squealed, breaking into a bright smile. “Like, thank god you’re back. I keep putting on clothes, but, like, everything just turns into this!” He gestured down at himself, his hands brushing over the lace outfit. “And… and, like, I’m all… I dunno, weirdly turned on or something, and I don’t even know what to do!” He giggled, sounding flustered yet amused, his fingers playing with a strand of his blonde hair.

Keith’s mouth went dry, his brain struggling to process the scene in front of him. “Uh… Dan… you’re… you’re saying you still can’t put on normal clothes?”

Dan pouted, looking helpless. “I’m trying, okay? But everything turns all… sexy on me.” He leaned closer, batting his lashes as he looked up at Keith with wide, innocent eyes. “And now I’m, like… super, super horny, and I don’t even know why! Do you, like, have any idea how I can, um, fix it?”

Keith’s face flushed as he looked away, trying to gather himself. “Uh… Dan, maybe… maybe it’s just… part of this curse or whatever?” he stammered, avoiding eye contact as best as he could.

Dan sighed, stepping even closer, his voice soft and pleading. “Keith, this is, like, driving me crazy. Can’t you just… help me figure out what to do?” He placed a hand gently on Keith’s arm, looking up at him with a needy expression.

Keith cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably as he struggled to keep his thoughts straight. “Let’s… let’s just focus on finding Lily, alright? Maybe she’ll know how to break this… um, spell or whatever.”

Dan pouted but nodded, crossing his arms in a way that only emphasized his figure. “Fine,” he said, his voice dropping into a sweet, breathy tone. “But, like, hurry, okay? ‘Cause I don’t know how much longer I can, like, hold out.” He gave Keith a little wink, leaving him both flustered and determined to figure out a way to help his friend.

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Keith drove with white knuckles on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched as he tried to keep his focus on the road. Dan, sitting beside him in the passenger seat, was lounging back with a lazy, dreamy smile on his face, absently stroking his exposed thigh. The little black dress Dan wore was the most modest outcome of several attempts at getting dressed.  Every now and then, he’d let out a sigh, casting a sultry glance Keith’s way.

Keith pushed open the door to the bar, glancing around as Dan stepped in beside him, practically clinging to his arm. Keith tried to ignore the way Dan looked now. The dress clung to him like a second skin, showing off a scandalously high hemline that accentuated his long, toned legs, which ended in a pair of strappy black heels.

Dan teetered on his heels, leaning closer to Keith, his glossy lips curving into a flirtatious smile. “Ooh, this place is, like, so cute!” he giggled, batting his lashes. He let out a soft sigh, pressing his chest against Keith’s arm in a way that made Keith feel all kinds of uncomfortable. “Keith, you’re, like, such a good friend for helping me with all this. I dunno what I’d do without you,” Dan purred, gazing up at him with wide, doe-like eyes.

Keith swallowed, trying to keep his gaze anywhere but on Dan. “Uh, yeah, no problem,” he mumbled, steering them both toward the bar. Just get through this, he told himself, find Lily, and get this fixed.

Dan looked around the dim bar, his gaze lingering on a few patrons who were openly staring at him. He didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, he looked almost pleased. He tossed his hair over his shoulder, letting out a breathy giggle, and leaned even closer to Keith. “Gosh, it’s, like, really warm in here, don’t you think?” he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing over Keith’s arm. “Do you think… people are, like, looking at me?” He whispered the last part, sounding both surprised and a little thrilled.

Keith clenched his jaw, doing his best to ignore the attention Dan was attracting. “Yeah, maybe a little,” he muttered, glancing away. “Just… focus, alright?”

Dan pouted, poking his bottom lip out and giving Keith a look that was both petulant and oddly seductive. “But, like, it’s so hard to focus right now,” he whined softly, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of his dress, almost as if he were teasing himself or maybe even Keith. “I just feel, like, so weird, you know? Like… tingly.” He gave Keith a pointed look, a small, playful smile on his lips.

Keith fought to keep his composure, working very hard to ignore the nipples poking out prominently in Dan’s dress and instead focusing on scanning the bar. But Dan wasn’t making it easy, especially when he let out a soft, dreamy sigh, his fingers tracing up Keith’s arm again.

“Keith… do you think I’m… like… pretty?” Dan asked, his voice low and sultry, his eyes sparkling. He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from Keith’s ear. “I don’t know why, but, like, I keep feeling all… distracted around you.”

Keith cleared his throat, pulling back just enough to create a little space between them. “Dan, this is really not the time, alright?” he muttered, struggling to keep his tone steady.

Dan just giggled, clearly unfazed, and gave him a playful nudge. “You’re, like, so serious. Lighten up!” He tilted his head, pouting adorably. “Can’t we just, like… have a little fun?”

Keith’s eyes continued to scan the room until he spotted the bartender, who was watching them with raised eyebrows. His gaze flicked from Dan, clinging to Keith’s arm, to a woman a few seats down at the bar. The bartender gave Keith a slight nod, subtly indicating her direction.

Keith tightened his grip on Dan’s arm, pulling him toward the woman. Dan stumbled a little, letting out a surprised giggle as he clung tighter to Keith, pressing against him in a way that made Keith’s cheeks turn red. “Oh my gosh, Keith,” Dan whispered, his voice dripping with sweetness. “Where are we going? Not that it matters, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“To find some answers,” Keith muttered, keeping his gaze fixed on the woman at the bar. She turned as they approached, a knowing smile already playing at her lips, her eyes full of amusement as she took in the sight of Dan clinging to Keith’s side.

“Hi,” Keith said, a bit stiffly, glancing down at Dan, who was still leaning against him, batting his lashes and swaying slightly. “I’m Keith, and… this is Dan. We were told you might know something about… this.” He gestured to Dan, whose flirtatious smile hadn’t faded, even as Keith’s tone turned serious.

The woman nodded slowly, her smile never wavering. “I might,” she said, her voice smooth, almost melodic. “And yes, I did this to your friend Dan here. He needed a lesson.”

Dan tilted his head, looking at her with a mix of confusion and fascination. “Wait… you did this?” he asked, sounding half-dazed, as if the realization was only slowly sinking in. “But, like… why? I didn’t do anything…”

The woman’s gaze sharpened slightly, though her smile remained. “Didn’t do anything? A man who doesn’t respect boundaries tends to learn best when he experiences a little… change in perspective.” Her eyes sparkled as she glanced Dan up and down. “And you, my dear, needed a new perspective.”

Keith cleared his throat, trying to steer the conversation. “So… is there a way to reverse this? Dan’s had enough of a… lesson, don’t you think?”

The woman leaned back. “That’s really up to the person affected,” she said, her tone evasive. “Some men realize their mistakes quickly and find their way back. Others…” Her gaze lingered on Dan, who was fidgeting, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the curve of his dress as he leaned into Keith. “…never change back at all. It depends on how much they embrace the change, you see.”

Dan giggled softly, his fingers twirling a lock of his blonde hair as he looked up at Keith with wide, adoring eyes. “Keith, she’s, like, so mysterious,” he murmured, almost dreamily, as if he were half-entranced. “Do you think she’s saying I’ll be, like, stuck like this?” He gave a little pout, pressing closer to Keith.

The woman’s smile turned almost pitying as she watched Dan squirming, his fingers tracing light circles on Keith’s arm. “I’ve seen men resist the change, and I’ve seen men accept it… but I’ve never seen anyone embrace it quite as quickly as your friend here.” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking back to Keith. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s more than a little comfortable in his new skin.”

Dan blinked, as if half-understanding, then shrugged, a dreamy smile spreading across his lips as he giggled again. “It’s, like, not so bad,” he admitted, running a hand down his side. “I mean, it’s kinda fun… but, like, only a little.” He looked up at Keith, biting his lip with an expression that was anything but innocent. “It’d be more fun if Keith would, like, kiss me and stuff.”

Keith shot him a sharp look, trying to keep Dan focused. “Dan, come on, don’t you want to… y’know, get back to normal?”

Dan tilted his head, looking at him with wide, clueless eyes, and shrugged. “I kinda just want to fuck you.”

The woman watched Dan, her smile softening as she took in the way he clung to Keith, gazing up at him with wide, adoring eyes. She shook her head slightly, her tone laced with a hint of finality.

“I’m afraid your friend is… too far gone,” she said, looking at Keith. “The more someone embraces the change, the more permanent it becomes. And, from what I’m seeing…” She gestured toward Dan, who was running his fingers down Keith’s arm, his face filled with a soft, dreamy adoration. “…she’s all but accepted it. This new self isn’t just temporary for her anymore.”

Keith’s face paled. “Wait, you’re saying… she’s stuck like this?” He looked down at Dan, who was smiling up at him, oblivious to the weight of what was being said.

The woman nodded, a spark of amusement in her eyes. “Yes. Your friend Dan is gone. This is who she is now.” She shrugged slightly, her gaze flicking between them. “I suggest you accept it… and perhaps, judging by her behavior, even enjoy it.”

Dan giggled, leaning into Keith with a bright, flirty smile. “Oh, Keith, isn’t she, like, so smart?” He sighed, reaching up to adjust a lock of his blonde hair, his gaze never leaving Keith’s face. “I mean, maybe it’s not so bad, right? We can still, like, hang out and stuff…” His fingers traced along Keith’s shoulder, his expression filled with innocent adoration.

Keith’s mind raced, the full reality of what the woman was saying hitting him all at once. He looked down at Dan, who now seemed completely at ease in this new body, new personality, everything.

“Dan…” Keith began, struggling to find the right words. But Dan just giggled, pressing even closer, his eyes shining with excitement.

“Call me Dani, Keith,” he murmured, voice soft and breathy. “I think I, like, really like this body. And maybe… maybe you could, like, enjoy my body too?”

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A few months later, Keith and Dani were practically inseparable. Dani had fully embraced her sweet and bubbly new self. She had settled into her life as a stunning blonde, as if this had been who she was meant to be all along. She’d even moved in with Keith, the two of them now happily sharing their lives.

Keith had quickly learned that Dani’s flirtatious, ditzy charm was here to stay. She was still the same playful, affectionate person she’d become that fateful night, though now with a new-found appreciation for being treated well. Keith loved to pamper her, enjoying her delight over every little thoughtful gesture, every compliment, every affectionate touch. Dani loved being adored, and she made it clear that she adored him just as much.

Sitting on the floor of their apartment one evening, Dani nestled into a giant teddy bear Keith had bought her as a joke, laughing and smiling up at him. She looked radiant, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with a happiness that was impossible to fake. Keith watched her, his heart warm, as she giggled and nuzzled the teddy bear, casting him little looks that still made his pulse quicken.

“Keith,” she cooed, biting her lip as she gave him a coy smile. “I, like, love this bear so much! It’s, like, almost as big as you!” She giggled, reaching out to pull him down to sit beside her, leaning against him with a contented sigh. “You know, you’re, like, the best thing ever, right?”

Keith chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Dani,” he replied softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You taught me more than you know.”

She giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before snuggling closer. “I, like, never thought I’d be this happy,” she whispered, her voice soft but full of joy. “And… I totally didn’t expect to find a guy who knows how to, y’know, treat a girl.” She beamed at him, her expression full of adoration.

Keith smiled, his heart swelling with affection as he held her close. Dani had indeed learned a lesson, but so had he. Together, they’d found something real, something they both cherished, something they never wanted to let go.

Çıkarmama izin verme, içine boşalt.

Yes yes yes hurry up and give it to me!!!!!