Waifu Dictator

 In some non-descript Latin American country. A new dictator rises in power 

Crossdresser Oni

 "You smell so delicious.....Almost as good as my wife." My Master cooed. His weight on the bed made the springs squeak as he crept over me. It's almost like I'm not even there. But here I am feeling like my Master's new toy. My chest quivers and my horns are itching with excitement. I feel so sexy and demure for my master. I should be scared, but dare I say I'm secretly excited for what's about to happen. 

To tell you the truth, I used to be a man. And it's all my fault for why I've turned into a woman. Master's new woman. I should have just donated all the sexy clothes. But I ended up keeping them. I realize they ended up changing me over these past few days and I think it's already too late to become human again. I'm enthralled and submissive to my new Master. 

My Master used to be my Boss. He was a huge guy even by human standards. He ran a shipping container business and I was one of his many employees. I got injured on the shoulder at my job one day and Boss was kind enough to make me his errand boy while I recovered. I liked him. He could have let me go, but instead he placed me somewhere else where I could still be useful. 

One day I was sent to his mansion to help Boss clean out some excess stuff in his many bedrooms. Boss told me to pack it up and donate all the extra clothes to charity. Boss' wife was going to be gone for a few years and Boss liked his home clean and uncluttered. I moved a lot of boxes to the Donation trucks, but I accidentally ended up keeping a few of them. 

But I'm a liar. I knew what was in them. So I purposely set them aside and was nervously excited for the new underthings. I'm glad nobody caught me. The delivery drivers wouldn't care and Boss doesn't need to know that I was going to wear his wife's undergarments. I've been a life long fanatic of cross-dressing and at my age I wasn't going to stop.

The three days off I had were a godsend. Boss told me that I could go to work moving pallets when I came back. Still no real heavy lifting. And he was worried a bit that the Donation job would hurt me. But I told him that I felt fine now. I was ready to help. But horny thoughts were growing in the back of my head...

I spent the first day trying all the hosiery, panties, girdles, bras and corsets. It was a sexy dream come true. It was all top of the line stuff too. Not like the old worn-out cheap stuff I've been wearing for years now. Everything was small and too tight. But it felt so good, suffocating and embracing wearing it. Trying on all my new things made my shoulder hurt a bit, but I couldn't stop. 

The spandex and corseted ribbed girdles squeezed my male chest so tight. The shapewear hid my stomach and had given me elegant curves. I could still see my male body underneath the layers of silk and nylon. But the fake skins of femininity on me gave me the biggest most raging boner of my life! 

I woke up on my bed wearing a pretty bra and panties. The bra stuffed with Boss's wife's dainties. A silky nightgown covered my skin. My lacy panties were tented by an excited morning boner. A whole day of depravity was lost in garmented bliss. 

I noticed a sweet, yet off smell on me. Fuck. I should have realized that some of the clothes may have not been washed in a long time. The scent of old perfume, deodorant and abandoned clothes. Not to mention my own sweat mixed in with Boss's wife's odors. It was enthralling. My nose was tickling with all the extra sensory inputs. 

I quickly took off all the female garments that I slept in. I plan to take a nice long shower and to start the process to wash every sexy piece of clothing in my new collection. My drying racks were going to look great with all those hanging panties on them.

Lost in the potential, as I headed to the bathroom, I was removing all the sexy layers of woman's clothes off me. The trail on the floor looked so hot, like if a lazy girl lived here. I checked out my body. It was red and welted from the insanely tight clothing. Straight bands that dug into my skin from the corseted plastic running down my back. Impressions left by the elastic girdles that held my male thigh flesh down. Pink indentations around the skin on my shoulders from the tight bras. Even the swell of my back between the shoulder blades felt tingly where my bra straps came together. 

A nice, warm shower really loosened up my skin and pores. I felt like I used a bit more shampoo on my scalp. If I had time, I would dig out my old wig to look even better wearing my new clothes. I found out I didn't need to shave after all. I thought I would have stubble on my arms, chest and legs after a whole day of debauchery. But I felt strangely smaller and femmy when I exited the shower. I even wore my towel over my chest like a real woman. 

The second day was stressing, yet uneventful. It was just taking care of all the new sexy undergarments. I separated what I felt was the smelliest female scented clothes and the stuff that looked barely worn. The washing machine was on delicate mode all day long. I let most of the sexy panties and bras air dry. I removed the inserts from the body shapers to hopefully dry them faster. I did double cycles on the clothes I cummed in. 

Despite all the washing, spot treating and fabric softener, I couldn't remove some of the lady's smells from the undergarments. I guess I'll have to get used to them. It made me giddy and horny knowing that I was wearing such sexy, provocative clothing that frankly was stolen by me. I felt a bit ashamed by betraying my Boss's trust. But the thought of wearing these sexy clothes after work for years to come, was just too good to stop.

On the third day, I had to go get food and pay off some bills and run a few errands around town. I had work again and I needed to make some lunches for the next few days. I had been happily wearing some cute panties and bras. For some reason either the wash or my stretching out the fabric, but all the girl clothes on me fit a whole lot better. My chest looked a little puffy too. I thought the corsets were pushing up extra skin and muscle. Even my hips had a little sway when I walked around my house. I looked sexy, I felt sexy, and I didn't care. 

And since I didn't care. I drove into town wearing a jogging suit. But underneath, I was wearing one of my favorite bras. A pretty slip and a thong so dangerously tiny, I had to take careful steps as to not let my dick escape as I walked. A sexy garter belt hung off my thighs. And connected to them were leggings so soft that my toes wiggled in bliss inside my tennis shoes. I combed my hair back as it was getting annoying seeing some bangs start to cover my face.

My forehead felt funny too. As I was combing my hair back, I could've sworn I felt two bumps on top of my scalp. Did I hit my noggin on my headboard as I was jacking off all night? I guess I'll have to be careful when I play with myself. 

It was now or never. I gathered the strength and went into the grocery store to buy some food. I'm sure that the people in the store were staring at me and calling me gay or something. I couldn't help but push the cart all sexy-like and I had trouble bending down and reaching for food high on the shelves. It would reveal my most dangerous secret. 

But I had to outstretch my arm to get something that was out of stock. I tried to adjust my sweater and pants so no one would see my girl clothes. And as I was about to grab a box of cereal....I lost my balance and fell on my butt! The cereal landed on top of my head comically. And yet I was smarting and rubbing my head in prideful embarrassment. It didn't hurt as much as my butt seemed to cushion my fall. Was my ass always this big? 

But fate had something else in store for little old me. Running towards me to pick me up off the floor was none other than my Boss! 

"Are you okay young la...lady? Kouhai? Is that you? I almost didn't recognize you in that getup. Is your old injury acting up? Let me help you up off the floor." 

I was shy and shocked as Boss picked me up without any effort. I wasn't really expecting him. I was nervous and mumbling, trying to get a word out. But something else happened that creeped me out and scared me. 

He was sniffing the air! His eyes shifted around, almost like looking for someone. He turned his eyes back at me and I got a full view of his face. His nostrils were huge and flaring. He almost looked like a bull, huffing and puffing. Was he sniffing me too? But I think it was just my imagination getting the best of me. 

I apologized to Boss and I told him I was fine. I told him I was just buying groceries when I lost my balance. I told him not to worry. But Boss was acting strange after that. He was following me around the store, on the pretext of keeping an eye on me. But I knew he was looking around for someone or something. It embarrassed me more, to no end, thinking that I was next to him wearing his wife's clothes while my boss was acting chivalrous and masculine. I couldn't say no to him loading up my trunk with all my shopping stuffs. 

I was shivering and hyperventilating on the drive home. Did my boss find out my secret? He's a very keen individual. He picks up on stuff real quick. He's gonna pester me with crazy questions when I get to work tomorrow. 

I was so scared and horny, that once I made it home, I changed into another sexy outfit and furiously played with myself for hours. The sexy lingerie fit me so well. But I was distracted and ignored things that I shouldn't have. My whole body tingled in coital bliss as I dirtied myself with my manspunk. I would change outfits again. But that sweet girly smell still lingered. 

I awoke the next day with two throbbing headaches. The area above my temple was on fire. The bumps on my head were bigger! I had to ignore that and move on. I'm sure I have a work baseball hat somewhere to hide the bumps. I peeled off my underwear. Sticky with my sweat and some old cum. 

I have to go to work. I went to my drawer with my men's underwear to try and put something on. But I felt disgusted with what I saw there. I just couldn't will my hands into that drawer. So I made my way into my pantie drawer and I ran out of clean underwear! Fuck! I look around the room and spot something that looks fairly clean. I didn't recognize it. It's an early pair that I must have forgotten to wash! I don't have time to look for another one. This will have to do. I groggily grabbed those sexy pair of panties. I shimmied those easily up my big thighs. And they hung nicely off my hips. I had no choice but to tolerate that sickenly sweet Boss' wife smell. 

I unclasped a girdle bra that had hooks on the front. My chest sagged a bit as the cups holding up some pre-boobies I had sunk lower on my body. I really wanted to wear a bra again. But I was afraid my co-workers would spot the lacy bra under my male dress shirt. I wore a camisole instead. Hoping that it looks masculine enough. If someone says something, I can tell them that I'm just flabby and I need to work out. 

I struggled yet again to put on my men's clothing. It felt so alien and wrong. Plus, it seemed two sizes too big. Was I shrinking? I know I haven't eaten very much these last few days. But I hope I don't look sick. I need to look good so my Boss doesn't fire me. So I roll up my sleeves and do the same with my pants legs. Hopefully I don't look too frumpy. Even the shoes I'm putting on seem a bit too big. I stuff my shoes with some panties so that at least my feet can feel something silky. 

As I do my perfunctory routine and drive to work, I'm on auto-pilot. I have to adjust the seats and the mirrors. Something is wrong with me. Getting to work is my goal. I need to see the Boss. The fear is still there. I roll the windows down and hope the city breeze calms my nerves. The slight wind tries to knock off my hat. But the poofy hair on my head that's almost down to my shoulders struggle to hold the hat down. 

Security doesn't recognize me as I make it to the gates. But the car checks out and my badge is still valid. I park my car and make my way inside. My coworkers see me and ask me if I'm okay. And I tell them I'm fine. But I know they're not buying it. My voice is too girly and I use that as an excuse that I might be coming down with a cold. 

I struggle to use the mobile pallet jack. The thing looks so imposing and huge. My tiny hands barely grip the forward handle. I sloppily finish my task of loading a truck. My belt keeps coming loose and my clothes almost seems to get stuck on the machine. I have to be more careful. 

"Kouhai!" It's Boss' voice over the loudspeaker." I need you to come to the office ASAP. 

I trudge my way over to the factory office where Boss is waiting for me. Even with my slow walking, I have a womanly gait. My coworkers glance over in awe and concern. They want to help. But they have their own quotas to deal with. I've been there before. I tremble and take a deep breath as I turn the knob to Boss's office. 

"I'm taking you home, Kouhai." Boss said. "Clearly you're not 100% right now and I cant have you endangering yourself and others here. Am I clear?" 

"Yes, Master." I reply. But I cant help but see that Boss' nostrils are flaring again. Is it out of anger or does he smell me again? With his huge, bulky body its hard to tell what his emotions are. 

"You're clearly in no way or shape to drive." Boss said. "I'm driving."

"I understand Master." I reply. I glance over at Boss's face. Something is up with his face too. I see two bumps on top of his head. His nose looks bigger. His eyes are starting to bulge. Is he taller too. Is he angry? He looks a little red? 

"Lets go Kouhai, We're taking the rest of the day off." There was a slur in his voice. Two big yellow teeth like ivory tusks were sticking out his jaw. He grabbed my arm and I was dragged along. I felt like paper. 

Soon we were in Boss' limo. I saw his driver nod at Boss and we were on our way. But something was wrong. My house was not in that direction. We weaved and stopped and then found a way to Boss' mansion. I wasn't sure why we were here. But I found myself unable to protest. Boss just dragged me over and dumped me onto a huge couch. He was ready to talk. He wasn't human anymore.

"You foolish, sissy human!" Boss snorted. "I gave you a simple task, but you blew it. But then again, I didn't expect you to have Oni blood coursing through your veins. No wonder I felt something weird when I hired you. No doubt you feel an attraction to me. The weak submit to the strong. You aren't a very great employee. But we Oni can have a powerful influence on weaker individuals. The truck that was meant for donations was a lie so my wife could pick up her things. She's in the demon realm right now. She called me to tell me that not everything arrived. I knew Kouhai became one of us when I saw you at the store. You donned her garb. My wife's essence changed you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Was all I could say. But in my head it all became clear. I've always felt weird growing up. I never really fit in among society. I'm part Oni, I guess? I thought my weirdness and mental disability was being gay and a crossdresser? I never felt like me. I was always felt like a piece of me was missing. But now, I strangely feel complete. I guess I could be an Oni. "If I can stay female like this, I'll do anything you wish for, Master."

"Oh and that you will, young Oni maiden!" Master proudly retorted. "My real wife will be gone for a few decades. She owes me a huge favor for letting her go to the Demon Realm. She's off to fight for her right to the throne. And she's allowed me to take a concubine to keep me company while she's gone. You look just like her when we first courted. But there's some lingering humanity inside you. You still need to ripen some more. Give up that part of you and embrace what you were born to be."

The giant red skinned ogre rushed towards me and planted an evil, huge, and sloppy kiss on my lips. It's teeth, saliva and tongue invaded my mouth. Oni magic rushed inside me. I can feel a ramped up shock spread all over. Something was growing inside me. 

"That kiss means your mine, Kouhai. Now and forevermore. No wife of mine will wear dingy men's clothing anymore. Now go up those stairs and get dressed. I have something there that I like and I want you to wear it."

"Yes Master." That phrase seems to be a permanent part of my vocabulary now. My Oni instinct took over and I made my way up the stairs. The room I led myself to was grandiose. I looked around and found a large bed and a dresser drawer. I could feel something magical behind those doors. It smelled like all the female clothes I've been wearing lately. My chest ached. Almost like a desire to wear what's in that closet. But something inside seemed to tell me....'not yet.'

With an unnatural strength I found myself tearing apart my old male clothes. leaving a drab pile on the floor. I flicked away my old shoes too. I gently took off my panties. The cap on my head came off too. Long locks of blue hair cascaded down to my back. I failed to notice that it had two holes poking through. I traced my fingers around it and then my hands went to my forehead. Two pointy horns were on top of my head now. They parted ways through my blue bangs of silky hair. These horns truly made me an Oni.

My chest felt even tighter now. And heavier. I cupped my hands and mushed the meat under my camisole. It strained under the stretched fabric. It was much bigger now than when I woke up this morning. I was denying them in the morning when I woke up. But there's no mistake that I have breasts now. Their weight and pertness were just begging, yearning to be free. I pulled the camisole up off my generous rack, slightly getting stuck on my horns but quickly set aside....

I stared down at my sexy jutting protrusions, my eyes barely catching a glance at their heft. Never have I seen such beautiful breasts and now they're mine and my Masters. I traced the curves of my sides and did my best to follow the contour of my hips and my butt and thighs were sexy compliments to my generous bust and surely beautiful face.

I now understood what Master meant by ripening. My body was adjusting to Masters magic. Master likes busty curvy women. My voluptuousness wasn't to Masters liking yet. I also felt like I had been growing taller too. I was no longer a shy, scrawny human. But a taller, sexy, Oni. 

I finally felt worthy of the clothing behind the closeted doors. I pulled it and it satisfyingly creaked open. Hanging inside was a plasticky, vinyl suit, a bowtie and bunny ears. The magic flowing through me demanded that I put them on. I placed them on my body and somehow the magic in me braided my hair. All of this would just seem ridiculous in hindsight. It was a strange garb, but not anymore wrong than what I used to wear when I was human. It was my Masters wishes, anyways.

I made my way to the bed as I rolled up the leggings and inserted my legs and feet into the fabric. It felt so sensual pulling them up my genuinely feminine legs. The elastic hugged my hips so well it definitely was a sultry second skin. 

The vinyl corset was surely magical. I placed it on my stomach, and the material seemed to suck and stick to my skin. The black material slunk beneath my boobies and crept its way up covering my nipples.  I could feel it close on my back forcing my spine to curve and stick my already ridiculous breasts out even farther. 

Then I sensed him. My master. He was coming up the stairs and into the bedroom to fuck me and complete me. I had fallen back on the bed. My body tingling in anticipation. My arms slinged back. My breasts heaving in the air. My ass grinding the mattress. Wriggling and finding the best position. I had barely put on the funky suit, but knowing that it will be coming off soon. 

I am his woman now and I'm ready. 

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Succubi-side B

Ok. Here's the same pic but now from a different perspective. The previous post was from the guys' point of view, and this one is from the Succubus' experience. A couple of days ago I was brainstorming on how to come up with the story from the pic. I was debating on the view of one or the other. But why not do both? So This is what I came up with. 

Hopefully its still readable. I had to use a smaller font because once again the story was getting away from me. Now imagine if the last caption and this one were one story. It would have been quite long and I would have to move things around so it wont seem so convoluted. 

Anyways, what did you think about it. Seeing the same pic but from two different places? 

Catch you on the next one. 

Succubi-side A

Hello friends! Here's a new caption for you. I was brainstorming and trying to choose how to add a story to this pic and I came up with two ideas. I didn't want to make it too long, as the thought process kept going. I was thinking of doing a back and forth dialogue. But that would make this too big. Right now this caption has a perspective from one person. And I think I'll use the same pic again for the other person. 

I'll see if I can make it tomorrow. 

I might even make another. Just as another follow-up. The original artist that made this has a few more pics of this character. And others too, I got a few ideas hopefully down the pipeline I can use with this persons artwork. 

Here's a link to see some of them.

https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts?tags=sparrowl&z=1

Nana's Gift

It was an impromptu family reunion. I never knew I had so many Aunts and Uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. Some were sad and somber, others wild and opportunistic. Everyone wanted a piece of Great Grandma's magical estate after her death. 

Grandpa, a powerful Court mage in his own right summoned us all. It took many of us days to get there. But when we did, he told us that there are things in Nana's mansion that are too dangerous. In three days, a magical barrier would soon be set up to avoid getting powerful artifacts into enemy hands. 

Per Nana's will and testament before she died, her descendants, we were allowed one magical item to inherit. She was a genius, witch inventor well known around the country. Our whole family are considered Nobles, so the King knows the items we take will be in safe hands.

The most powerful people in the family got first dibs. Unbreakable armor, Magical swords, Lazer wands, adamant shields. Even a magical car! Stuff that we couldn't comprehend in our wildest dreams. Nana was crazy like that. Anything she touched or created or infused with energy could be considered a magical weapon. I'm certain some of my family had been waiting for the day that Nana croaked so that they can own a unique item like that. 

Some were very Powerful. Nana's magical items directly went to their hands. Some shouted, others chanted and they instantly received their magical item. They're elites among elites. Now that the Adults had their new toys. It was a free-for-all! It was twenty to thirty of us cousins searching Nana's mansion, in a competition for what was left. 

Unfortunately for me. I was a scrawny, lanky, teenage boy. With barely any magical ability. I wonder how I'm even part of this country's upper class? I heard my Mom was some mage's mistress, So I guess I'm related. There was these really cool anti-gravity boots that I once saw as a kid that I wanted. But some of my cousins pushed me away with their magic and one beat me to it. Others found pleasure by simply chucking me outside just to deny me out of spite. One just beat me up for fun. What assholes.

Three days had passed. It's now or never. The house was ransacked many times. But a magic cleaning spell eventually put everything back. To my disappointment, anything that could be considered a weapon was gone. By now, practically everyone left for home. Happy with their new magical item. Time was running out for me.  

I had no choice but to rummage through random knick-knacks, hoping to find any sort of cool magical tool. But it just made me sad. As I looked around the place, I could see, feel and sense how lonely Nana's house felt now that she was gone. My body would tingle a bit as there might be a random magical item waiting for me. But when I touched stuff, I couldn't tell what the item did.

During my rummaging, I met up with one of my cousins. She wasn't very powerful either. She was almost like me. We could sense some magic, and that's about it. She was quite happy, because she found something she liked. Something just for her. In Nana's kitchen, she found a magic wand that makes Tofu appear. She likes to cook and make food, so that thing was perfect for her. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. 

I resigned myself to realize that there's no cool weapons anymore. Maybe I can get something simple to help me in my daily life. Hopefully I can find it before Grandpa seals up the place. I said goodbye to my cousin, and continued my futile search.  

I made my way to what looks like a guest bedroom. I grab the doorknob. My whole body starts to quiver. Something here is giving me the tingles. Could this room have the item meant for me? I can only hope its not my imagination running wild and I make my way inside.

The room was pretty simple. Just a bed, an A/C against the wall and a dresser drawer. I lifted the mattress and looked under the bed. Nothing. I took off my shoes and climbed on the bed to take a look at the air conditioner, hoping to find something hidden inside it. Nothing. All that was left was to look inside the dresser drawer. 

I cautiously grabbed the handle and pulled. My brain tingled a bit. Something here has to be it. But alas, it was just a drawer full of women's bras and panties. They were cute, I guess. But I'm a guy. Another disappointment in my life. Maybe I'm just unlucky? 

What if there's something underneath? As I stick my hands and rummage the soft silky things, there was a dangerous Zap! An electric shock instantly made my hands pull back. My brain was tingling like mad! As I looked towards the drawer to figure out what shocked me..... There was a soft pink bra in one hand, And tiny pink panties in the other How? Did I grab them instinctively? 

I chucked that alien, satiny, underthing away towards the bed. A shiver went down my spine as the bra got away from me. My other hand though, had a death grip on the tiny underwear. That's not right. What does a teenage boy need with a girly feminine things like that? 

I plop myself on the bed, and fall back, staring up at the ceiling. The bra is there by my side laying on the bed, still sending tingly signals into my brain. I want to ignore it, forget about it, and move on to the next room. But I find myself stuck in place, staring up at the stucco patterns on the ceiling. Contemplating the meaning of it all. Minutes are feeling like hours.

A tear falls down my side. Is it a tear of despair, hope or resignation? 

When suddenly I realize. I'm holding the bra again, above me at arms length. Between me and the ceiling. Like some sort of demented, perverted prize. The panty, its other twisted half, was burning my other hand metaphorically. Like if it was aware of its devious existence. 

I think I have my item. I can't deny it. No doubt about it. There's nothing left for me to look for. Anything else is irrelevant. 

I have to get naked.

My body suddenly on auto-pilot sets the panty down on the bed this time. Gently set aside so I can focus on the bra. Its too precious an item. I unbuckle my belt and wiggle my pants and boxers off. My bare butt is on the bed. I pull my legs up with my heel on the bed and my socks are flung off. I glance towards the door, futile hoping someone would stop me and smack me back into reason. But nothing in the world can stop what's going on. I unbutton my shirt from top to bottom and toss it away from me. My undershirt soon follows. 

I'm in my dead Nana's house, Naked as the day I was born. I wanna feel embarrassed and ashamed. And I am. But those tingles are ramping up. These are the strongest I've ever felt in my entire life. It's that bra. It wants me to wear her. To be one with her. Almost like it's calling for me.

I sit back up. I'm preparing myself for something strange. With the Bra in my hands, I instinctively fiddle with the straps. Pulling and adjusting them to some size I know is right in my head. I see the hooks in the back and I can tell they're going to make my back itchy in a good way. It's stretchiness was taunting, goading me to put it on. 

I put my arm through one side of the bra. The whole of my body trembling in joy and excitement. My other arm finds its way through the other gap. The tingling of my nervous body reaches levels I've never felt before. It gives me a painful, embarrassing erection. 

But it still doesn't feel complete until I fasten the back. My arms try to twist backwards and my hands nervously fiddle as they grab both halves of the bra. My goal is to make them join into one. A true effort to feel complete. My fingers poke the loops and hooks looking for a way to come together. I never knew my hands were so adept. But they did it. The bra was finally clasped and everything was right in the world. 

But no ensemble wasn't complete without its partner. I pick up the dainty, elastic, beautiful thing and stretch it. The panty seemed to unwrinkle itself before my eyes. It had a pink cloth patch in the front and barely anything in the back. How could something so girly fit on a boy's body? I was about to find out. My toes curl in excitement as somehow the tiny garment shifts and wiggles its way from ankles, to knees, and up to my butt. Its elasticity holding up well as it finds a new home hanging off my boyish hips. Strangely, my dick is somewhat nestled and hiding as best it can between my legs. A bulge is there, but no erection anymore to make it worse. But I feel so relieved by what seemed an impossible task. I sigh nervously. A nagging piece of the boy in me still feels that this is wrong. But the softness enveloping me, the tag team duo of women's underwear, says otherwise....

"How's my gift? Do you like it? I hope it fixes the lack of curves you got, and gives you much needed confidence, my lovely, granddaughter."

I look around the room excitedly. I almost get dizzy looking around. Its a raspy, yet honey filled sound. Filled with joy and care. I recognize that the voice inside my head. It's my Nana! I haven't seen her in like five or six years. But I know its her! 

I've only seen my Nana a few times in her busy life. But each visit to her was unforgettable. Despite how big and crazy this magical family is. I realize I am one of them, and I finally felt grateful to be a part of it. The magic happening right now all around me is terrifying  yet it feels safe and comfortable. I don't know if its really her or some magic inside the bra, but I cant lie to it.....

"I'm sorry Nana.....But I'm not your granddaughter, I'm one of your many grandsons. Your magic must have made a mistake in choosing me? Why does this feel so wrong yet so right? I'm not supposed to wear these things meant for a woman. I'm just a man. Or at least I'm trying to be? What's wrong with me? Isn't there a better magic for me? I don't want to be labeled a pervert..." 

I look down on my scrawny body. I'm a teenage boy barely containing a pink bra and panty; talking to a voice in my head. Everything wrong in the world is contained inside me. 

"Nonsense my child! Everything has a reason, and well within my plans. Everyone in my family got the item they needed. They think they chose it. But my devices are tantamount to their abilities. This was always meant for you. Even though you are naïve and prone to nervousness, you are humble. And worthy of being my successor. I've known this since the day your were born to my dimwit Grandson. Obviously I'm not going to make it easy for you. You'll need to forge your own path. But I'm going to push you in the right direction."

"Now lets fix that outer shell of yours and open you to all the world's possibilities, I'll be with you always, my child."

By now the tingling in my body was an afterthought. I certainly had been spreading all over for a while now, ever since Nana's voice was in my head. But I realize now, it's my magic spreading. It's my own power finally unlocked and Nana's energy is guiding me, coaching me, finding the right areas to spread it. Like if I'm being reset.....

A growing weight started pulling down on my shoulders. My bra straps were digging in to my softening flesh. I was transfixed as I glanced down onto my chest. I was growing boobs. It's weight, undeniable, inevitable. Was this the logical outcome of donning a magical bra? My body leant forward as soft pale skin pushed out farther and farther. My new boobs were now sagging but they held in place by the cups of the bra. The elastic on my back stretched and the cups held fast. The bra was doing its job. I guess I adjusted them to the right size after all! 

My male chest was no more. I had an upper body that oozed femininity. If my old shoulders had any masculine definition, they were gone now. My forearms, all the way down to my wrists and fingers were permanently girlish. My arms found their way under my breasts, and a gentle squeeze on my stomach, pushed my already generous breasts up higher. 

The pink panties still felt tight on my hips. But now, they were in a perfectly higher position. My flat, stocky boyish abdomen gave way to a taut stomach and curvy hips and round butt of a healthy teenage girl. The transformation surely gave me a body that any woman would envy. 

I have never seen a woman's private parts. But I knew Nana's magic would leave me strong and healthy down there. I clenched new muscles and felt new nerves that weren't there before. I feel a bit sad for my lost dick, as I've owned it all my life. But the magic flowing in me and the tingles that took it away give me a sense of comfort that everything will be alright. 

With no penis anymore, I feel extra mobility and range in my slender legs. My knees touch themselves together in a posture that I couldn't achieve as a boy. I can tell my brain is rewiring itself to get used to this new, womanly posture I have now.... 

I snap out of it. I've been in a daze. All these new sensations are happening yet my sense of time is lost. How long have I been standing here in this room? What could have been hours may have just been minute passing by. My body is aware of all sorts of magic that I couldn't feel before. It's scary and overwhelming. 

Any physical trace of me being a teenage boy is gone. Can I give up being a boy and embrace the girl in me? Nana decided that she wants me to be a girl. Was I useless as a boy? Can I live up to the expectations of a ghost inside my magic Bra?  Nana says she's with me, but I cant feel her voice inside my head right now. Despite this new body. I'm starting to feel a panic attack like I used to have when I was a boy....

*KNOCK KNOCK!* Someone is at the door. The door jiggles and slowly opens....

"George! Its me, your cousin Claire! I think I sense you in here? Did you finally find a magic item? Grandpa is finally calling for all of us to leave....." 

The young lady is surprised by the sight of another girl in the guest bedroom! She lets out a gasp as she realizes who it is....

"George is that you? What's wrong?" Why are you a girl now?"

"A lot happened, Claire. Yeah an Item found me. I think I should be called Gina now."

Emotional tears well up in the newly reborn girl's eyes.

"Claire, I need your help. Can you take me to Grandpa?" 

Gremlin

 I awoke to a nasty spark hitting my face. Everything was coming back to me. I'm a radio operator in a B-25 bomber somewhere over the Aegean sea. We were heading back to base after a mission. The plane was a lot lighter after dropping some bombs. The co-pilot spotted enemy aircraft using the sun to hide themselves. We were attacked by two Messerschmitt fighters. Their machine guns found us an easy target. We took heavy damage. I guess I was knocked out, but now I'm conscious.

The plane is sputtering. I can feel the vibrations as one of the engines is starting to shut down. I look towards the pilot seats. One of them is dead and the other is wheezing badly; not much time for him either. There's the whistling of air flowing through bullet holes and stains of blood around the cockpit. I cant hear anyone from the rear. Am I the only one left? 

As the adrenaline in my body is calming down. I come to the realization that I'm not alright either. I got bullet holes in me too. My arm is shredded. My crotch is bleeding badly from some sort of shrapnel. My face is hot from the electric arc of my now broken radio. There's no one out there to help me. The plane is miraculously flying, but not for long. The enemy pilots must think gravity will take care of it. I painfully cough up some blood. My whole body is in shock. I resign myself to die. 

"Quite a predicament you're in, aren't cha, human?" 

A little voice out of nowhere came through. I painfully craned my head around and saw a little green man with big ears and a mischievous grin. It was pulling some wires and fiddling with a burnt knob. It was my hallucination from the other day. I've heard crazy, unbelievable stories of Gremlins before, and now as I'm dying. I seen one. 

"It's too bad this human flying machine is broken now. I would have loved to study it more. No matter the dimension, You humans sure do love killing each other. But I got to thank you, young man. You saw me the other day and didn't chase after me or shoot me, like others do. I may be a monster, but I'm a scholar too. I love tinkering with gadgets and sometimes in my excitement, stuff breaks." 

I vaguely remember the little green fella. I thought it was in my imagination. Back on base, I had won against a Frenchman soldier in poker, a couple of bottles of Absinthe. Being put on guard duty at night. I would drink happily of the green liquid. The higher ups knew I had some, but they didn't care. Everyone was on edge cause of the War. And as long as I performed my mechanic tasks, did my rounds of patrolling and kept the radios working. I could get away with a lot. 

Over the next few nights, as I chipped away at the bottle. I had seen the Gremlin diving into different tool bags. Looking at wrenches, screwdrivers awls and sockets. Figuring out how ratchets work. It was a curious, excited, little thing. I saw it take apart a carburetor and freak out when it couldn't put it back. Even fully drunk, I could put it back together with ease. I finished what the little imp started and cleaned up after it. It's not like anyone would believe me if I told them that a little green man was loose and playing tricks on the base. They'd discharge me for Battle fatigue or send me to the crazy house.

All that thinking and remembering soon caused me more pain. My head felt heavier and I winced and shivered as I lost more bodily functions. 

"You poor human. Let me take that thing off your head." The little gremlin, no bigger than my hand, climbed up my body with its little claws. It hurt me more and I yelped in pain as it used an open wound to get a footing to unlatch my leather helmet from my chin. "Sorry about that, Gov. It's too bad I met a human like you too late. You have a tinkerer's soul like me. And I would've liked to see how you take gadgets apart......"

BOOOOM! The dying, broken, propeller on the wing finally gave out and a terrible explosion rocked the plane. A dead pilot fell forward on the controls. It helped the Bomber twist to its side even more as now it was finally taking its final descent to the bottom of the sea. 

I lurched back on my seat. I was too weak and injured to even try to make it to the escape hatch let alone putting on a parachute. My hallucination jumped off me and soon hung off a dangling wire. He was hanging in a weird angle as I knew the plane was crashing. I couldn't help but painfully sob and cry as broken ribs hurt as I let my flood of emotions out. 

"Goodbye little gremlin. Thank you for keeping me company as I perish. Leave me. I hope you escape somehow. Don't forget about me....." 

"Aww shucks human, don't look at me with those sad, puppy dog eyes!" The gremlin replied. "I cant do this often, as we gremlins also have rules and hierarchy to follow. I guess I can take you away with me, young man. But you must face the consequences. And I must take you to the Goblin King too. we'll need his blessing. I like to tinker with machines. But rarely I am allowed to tinker with human flesh. If you accept these rules, then say..... YES!"

As I mustered all my fear, pain and courage to survive, The plane hit the water at great speed. But upon my dry, dying, quivering lips a meek "yes" did come out. I was a dead man anyways. So why not indulge my hallucination.....

The plane shuddered and metal gave way as the crashing plane skidded off the waters surface. The Sea burst its way into the plane. My fading eyesight and graying tunnel vision soon saw the Gremlin do a funny dance as it's hands started to glow. 

Everything went gray and black around me. I could hear the waters swirling around us, yet we weren't getting wet. The plane was assuredly sinking. Time seemed to slow down. The hissing of the waters could be heard. Plane debris was floating everywhere. A strange magical air pocket was surrounding us. 

The Gremlin soon landed back on me. But he wasn't the size of my hand anymore. He was much bigger. It seemed heavier and at least three feet tall. The Gremlin poked and prodded me. It unbuttoned my jumpsuit where it could, or it ripped and teared cloth when a zipper or button wouldn't budge. Its green hands turned bloody as it fiddled with my wounds and slapped my face just to see my reactions. It was sizing me up. 

I was so weak from my death that I couldn't resist or push away the Gremlin as it started getting more violent and having its way with me. This sort of pain felt different than dying. It's fingers felt like knives, its grip devastating. The Gremlins face smiled with glee as it felt inspired by what he could do as it methodically tinkered with my flesh.

Its hands ripped off what little bit of my manhood I had. I could only stare in silent horror as he flung what was left of my dick towards the edge of the magical bubble we were in. The water soon took it away never to be seen again. As the gremlins hands prodded the vacant area between my legs, it pushed my swollen, injured balls into me. 

My body jerked and convulsed more as the Gremlin pulled out the excess intestines leaking out of me. Its claws snipped and reduced dead tissues in my abdomen. I felt incomplete as I glanced at the piles of bloody flesh that used to be me. I felt even more broken as it sliced and whittled excess bones. Or how it broke my humerus and femur into smaller pieces just to reattach them. It would choose and flick away all the little bones in my hands that he didn't want. My arms and legs felt stumpy. 

I was now almost the Gremlins current size. My torso was still big. But with its unnatural strength, it picked me up and threw me on my stomach onto the planes floor. With my back totally exposed, the gremlin dug its claws into my spine and started removing ribs and vertebrae shrinking me even further. It threw away my collapsed lung and split my remaining lung in two. Permanently giving me weak, shallow breaths.

By now, my body became used to the strange pain. Like if the pulling of old flesh made what little was left in me keenly aware. My old body was gone. But my head felt huge and disproportionate. Like a flower too heavy for its stem. I tried to muster the energy to speak, but the Gremlin on top of me shut me up. Its bloody hands covered my mouth.

"Don't speak Gov. I'm almost done with you. If you talk, you'll dispel the magic and we'll both drown. I've been tinkering with you for hours and we're already at the bottom of the sea. Bear with me, my creation. Soon we will be in my world and you'll never have to deal with your nasty human war ever again."

The Gremlins claws dug into my throat, I let out a stifled gag as he choked me. It's squeezing of my windpipe and trachea ensured that my voice would never be the same. 

In a strange defiance of how the Gremlin had been treating me, It gently cradled my still oversized head as it flipped me over onto my back. He was again on top of me. Despite our now smaller sizes, The Gremlin felt big, imposing, and powerful as he still had complete control over me. 

"Gov, this will be the hardest part to tinker with. I hope to leave your psyche intact as much as possible. I would like that. I don't want a brainless doll. I could use a companion, an assistant. Once this is done, a brand new world will await us....."

*!CRACK!* I felt a tremendous fist hit me, breaking my nose instantly. A second hit dislocated my jaw. An otherworldly grip was putting pressure and cracking my skull. Chunks of bone flew off like flint chips escaping. My face must have caved in. The Gremlin grabbed both my ears and pulled them apart with tremendous might. My eyesight got a red hue as blood fogged up my vision. My eyes struggled to stay open, but the worst feeling was that of my brain being picked away by dangerous, slender clawed, digits. 

I desperately wanted to scream. When will this crazy dream end?  But once again like when I was dying earlier, everything went to black. 

~~~~

"Right this way Gov, we have an audience with our king" The Gremlin said. 

I was startled by his voice. The violent Gremlin that beat the hell out of me was holding my hand and guiding me in some sort of dank, dark palace. How long was I out? Where am I? What am I? I look down at myself......

My skin is blue? I have long blond hair and two gigantic ears poking out. I don't feel anything between my legs and I feel a definite jiggle on my chest under this strange armour I'm wearing. Do I have boobies? I'm trying to remember details about my past life and my memories are jumbled to say it nicely. I was human once. But now..... I think I'm a gremlin too? 

"I'm sorry to spring this on you Gov. I know you have a million questions. But there's things that must be done to ensure yours and mine's safety in this kingdom. I'm doing my best to protect you. Just follow my lead and don't do anything stupid in front of the Goblin King."

We soon make our way to a huge gate. Its being guarded by two Nasty looking orcs holding medieval battle axes. If I was human I would be terrified, but how I am now, I'm not. I'm strangely mellow. I set aside a pending identity crisis. As this new me has bigger issues to take care of. The Gremlin is still holding my dainty little hand as we make our way to a strange looking throne. I cant stop blushing.

Surrounded by more elite, monstrous guards, some nasty looking wolves and ghostly wights. An ominous black shadow solidifies into something vaguely human....

"HAIL THE GOBLIN KING!" The creatures shout in chorus. Their boisterous cheer hurt my ears. What have I gotten myself into? I think to myself. "KNEEL BEFORE THE GOBLIN KING!" The vassals commanded once again.

Gremlin pulls me down to the ground. It's a position of subservience. It hurt my shoulder as he pulled me closer to the floor. It's a pain I remembered a bit. Of what was done to me. 

"Isn't this a strange specimen!" The Goblin King spoke. I could feel threatening magic in his voice. The King gets closer to me, inspecting me. He seems to read me like a book.

I feel him undressing me with his eyes. It's creepy but I cant do a thing. " I feel a strange aura around the lass." The king grumbled. "What can she contribute to our monster kingdom?"

"She is a fine gremlin, sire!" Gremlin boasted. "I've seen to it. She's blue because I saved her with my magic when she was dying. She has pledged an oath to me and she will be a fine apprentice. Also with your approval, your blessing my Goblin King........Gov will be my bride." 

"Whaaaaaaaaaat!?"

No longer a General

 A war happy general finds himself in front of his king. 

Slimed

 Alright. My first cap in a while. Hopefully, I'll get out of my funk now. I actually saw this pic a few weeks ago on 4chan /d/ gender bender thread, and it got my itch started again to make more captions. So this is what I came up with.  I hope its to someone's tastes, as this writing/hobby is quite varied and different strokes for different folks if you know what I mean. 

meh.

 Apologies are never enough. I wanna write some more but I get too distracted. Been putting off making captions for months now. My mom did get sick and she had to get an operation. And I have been taking care of her. So that is my main excuse for not writing.  My other excuse is that I got writers block. Not that I'm a writer to begin with. I have tried to do about three or four caps in these last few months. One got longer and became a short story. But I just wasn't liking how it was turning out.  They feel too samey as my other stuff. Or it just drones on and on. It make me mad that I cant complete it. Or that I have a good starter idea and I just cant finish it.  Its just proof that I need more practice. I'm not an expert at this. I'm just an horny, middle-aged man. So please bear with me. I know this blog still gets readers. And I thank you for it. So I will try to post more stuff and hope I dont get too frustrated.  I already have a cap ready. I just finished it right now. and I'll share it here for you.  Thanks for sticking with me. 

Demon King Recovered

 After a long, dangerous battle, a Demon King awakens to some new changes in him. 

Rice Farmer/Fox Mama

 A Rice Farmer and his comrades find themselves in a fantastic situation.  

Commander Ibex

 A Solider gets a visit from a friend who tries to get him out of his funk.

Transdimensional

 Well here's one I finally made. I've had a weird story brewing in my head for a while now. But I couldn't find a good pic for it. Until I found one of a girl cosplaying as a fantasy character. I got it from either twitter or Instagram. But I wanted to make it more styled to the drawings I find and I tried to upload it to an AI app to change it to make it more cartoony or anime like. But it didn't work, it got too abstract and got further away from what I wanted. I wanted to keep both the fantasy element and the modern juxtaposition of a car. 

But what I did do is put the picture through FaceApp. And I used a picture of myself  and did a morphing/face-swap. And damn I look fine! You can see a crude attempt at the bottom corner to hide the faceapp logo.

I still have a few more ideas swimming around in my head, but I haven't found the correct anime-like picture on https://danbooru.donmai.us/ to help me. Even though I have hundreds of pics saved already. That or try to use an AI app again and hope to get better results. 

Tell me what you think? Thanks for reading. 

Factly The Mermaid

 Swimming around the vast sea. I finally found the place where I first arrived. 

I feel a faint tingle of the old portal magic that dropped me here. It's been 

twenty years since I've been stuck in this world. Thoughts of revenge have crossed 

my mind many times over. But I'm just too used now to my comfy mermaid body. This 

world relaxes a person. Being exiled really isn't all that bad. The Elders must think 

I'm suffering in my own personal hell. But I've molded this world into a paradise of 

my fitting. And everyone is happy because of my achievements. 

~~~~

I remember when I used to be a human man. I wasn't very handsome. But I had 

my charms. Being born from a Homunculus father I was forced to study magic, and 

I got very good at it. But Magic soon lost its charm. I was more into science and 

technology. The Elders hated my career path and forbid me from learning the 'Heretic 

Arts.' They just wanted an easy replacement. Someone stiff and boring, just like them. 

But as the years went by and I studied the sciences, in secret. As I grew in rank, the 

Elders hated my ideas of openness and reform to accept non-magic interests among the 

populace.

Until one day I was betrayed by them. They were afraid of my power and influence.

And one fateful night, in a magical referendum, I was blasted by the whole council

and their paralysis spell. Surely they spent ages trying to find the right time to

take me out. I found it strange that the Elders had allowed me to take the stand and

discuss my findings on alternate worlds. Places where magic was fundimentally different,

or places where our abilites wouldn't work. But it was all a trap. I was at their mercy. 

I knew they couldn't kill me. Since we all shared an immortality spell. But the Elders 

and their Magicians had other means to try and dispose of me. 

Even though I was frozen stiff, I could still hear the Elders bickering and arguing. 

They eventually all decided to open a portal to the dozens of recently discovered

alternate worlds. Worlds that I had found using my own research, using science and 

magic together. I may not like magic, but I am a fool not to use it. Some of these 

fantastic places dont even have magic at all. They figured that if I get thrown in 

to one of these portals, I'd be stuck there for good. And they would quickly prohibit

my findings and make it taboo. 

I could sense their smugness. Their laughter and cheers as they went through my notes

and chose a tropical water world with less than 1% percent magic. In their eyes, it 

was my perfect prison. Two Elders pulled out their staffs and used their magic to 

expand the small portal originally meant for peeking and studying. Once it got big,

the smell of Ocean, and water started to gush in and flood the discussion chamber. 

Another group levitated my stiff body and moved it towards the irridescent portal. My 

body tingled as I broke the barrier between worlds....

The oceanic pressure crushed my lungs and my muscles compressed as I was suddenly 

deep under water. I could feel the residual magic from the paralysis spell begin to

fade away. It hurt like Hell. I felt like I was dying even though I wasn't. It was

useless to try and pull any magical energy out of the ether since this world didn't 

have any. I didn't want to sink to the bottom of the ocean and simply become a lump

of jiggly flesh. My mind was racing. What can I do? I dont know which way is up and 

if I even had the strength to swim, where would I go? 

But then, it came to me. My body is magic! I'm half homunculus. Even though I'm mostly

human, I was bred by the Elders to be a human magic battery. All my life, I just got 

good at magic and my original use faded away. Now, the only magic in this world is the 

one contained in my flesh. 

Since I knew this alternate world's mostly populated by mermaids, I had no choice but 

to transmogrify into one of them. I mentally pushed the fading magic in my body into

all the homonculus genome in my cells. Instead of collecting magic, they'll now have

a new function of transforming my body. I remembered my anatomy classes. The dissecting

of fish and a few primite mermaids my old world was known for. I willed my flesh to

become that. Anything to help me from drowning. 

My heart and lungs soon acclimated to the deep oceanic pressure. My deep breaths took 

in water, but it no longer hurt. I was panting and breathing as I became more aware of

my surroundings. My eyes were used now to the darkness. It was pitch black, but I was

aware of my own body and the subtle changes the remaining magic in me was working on. 

I certainly felt smaller. The immense watery pressure compressed my muscles, or my body 

cannibalizing itself to my new shrinking form. Probably both. Phosporus and Calcium and

other elements are being leached from all my bones and are being sent somewhere else 

in my body. The muscles in my buttocks are streched and my hips are widened as flesh 

finds new places to anchor itself. My thighs and legs slightly bleed in the water, as 

each micro-cut begins to erupt in shiny protective scales. Whats left of my legs slap

and flop in a unison direction as they fuse into a massive fishy trunk. Thin, gossamer

fins, curl and fan out. They soon gather rigidity as fresh new blood flows in them. 

The mermaids in my old world were ugly nasty things. More like goblins with fins. I

definitely didn't want to become that. There were old stories of Beautiful Sirens of

ancient times, but they went extinct and people regarded them as myth. But my past

observations of this world showed the mermaids of this realm as agile, curious beings. 

I dont think I'm going to be intimidating in a smaller male form. So I had no choice

but to become female. 

I knew time was running out, as I found it more difficult to change my upper body. My

lower half was now completely fish-like. My mind didn't feel exhausted, but surely

the rest of my unnatural body was. I imagined how I would look like as a female. In

the other world, I was celibate. But there was plenty of reference books on the 

womanly form. Softer features, curves and slenderness. A slight pudginess not found

in males. Breasts, hips and hair. What would be pleasing to the male eye. But there's

none in the deep, dark ocean. Only me and my runaway imagination. 

No longer in fear of my demise, and my lateral line not sensing anything around me 

in the ocean's waters. My bodily reserves of magic are almost out.  I have to let

my new body and unkown organs adapt. I meditate and float in place and sleep. Maybe 

my dreams will give a female form....

I awoke in a new place. I didn't know how long I slept for. But the ocean currents

must have dragged my unconsious mermaid body to a new place. Long locks of brown 

hair floated all around me. I used my dainty fingers to gather, slick and smooth

my hair to the back of my head. This place was not a dark abyss, but light did 

filter down to make things more visible. What was definitely visible now was two

healthy looking breasts on my chest. They were sleek, yet protruding. I used my 

hands to grab one of them and despite my comical attempts to pull them off, they

were permanently a part of my body. I touched my face as well. I had a tiny nose

and soft cheeks and pouty lips. But with no mirrors in this world, I couldn't tell

if I was pretty or not... 

I swam around for days, and didn't spot a single soul. The weather was warm and

hardly ever cold. It was a perfect, tropical paradise. I memorized all the areas

I've been to and generally created a map inside my head. I found rising terrain

and eventually came across a few islands. I would lay on the beaches at night and

stare at the sky. Soon I figured out with the stars movement just how big this 

world was. It was quite large, And I'm on a moon on a larger Gas Giant.  No wonder

why I cant find anyone. 

Despite a lonley life between me and the sea. As the months passed. I amassed lots 

of information. There was signs of past mermaid life. Old underwater structures 

and clues to help a genius like me piece together that mermaids here have likely

migrated somewhere else. This world has five seasons. One more than my old world.

Most likely because of being in the shadow of the main planet. There are fast, yet

gentle oceanic currents that can move a mermaid like me across vast distances. 

But I've been stuck in the Southern Hemisphere for a few years now. I've mentally

charted the currents and I know there must be a way to get to the north. I have a

feeling that's where my new sisters and brothers are. In the years I've been here, I

discovered primitive, yet useful science and technology. On the beaches, I found

a plant that can twist to make threads. A coconut that seems to have explosive nitro 

in it. And I've crushed shells to make a red dye. I was quite proud when I wove my first 

bra. I know no-one is around to complain, but I want to be modest, if I ever meet someone. 

And I dont want floppy boobs to be the first thing people remember me by. I also just 

about domesticated some soft, comfy Coral to sleep on. They grow fast and dont seem to 

be bothered by me touching them.

There were some near misses and clues. But one night, it happened. There was a weird,

celestial alignment! I almost missed it. There's another smaller, hidden moon pulling 

on this world. The ocean currents changed slightly, and with past observations, I can 

sense that theres a gap between two large islands on the equator! The Ocean currents 

there are off but there should be a way to get to the northern hemisphere! It should

last at least ten days before it closes.

Without fear or hesitation, I swam my way over there, let the current guide me. My 

years of lonliness and excitement will end here. I'll discover new things and find

my first mer-person. But the swim over was more treacherous than I thought. I traversed

my way steadily avoiding huge undersea boulders and seamounts. I was bounced around by 

rough waters, but eventually I made it through. But I was so tired after that arduous 

swim, Waves were crashing on me as I lay exhausted on some rocky outcroppings...

I was shaken awake. "Hey, You okay girl?" A voice rumbled in my head. "Did you come 

from the Sea Wall?" Still in a daze, I nodded my head. It was a mer-boy! Still trying

to grab my bearings, I quietly floated on the ocean surface. Staring at the young man.

I needed to contain my growing excitement. I wasn't alone anymore!

"Thats madness!" The voice replied. I realized that the kid was talking telepathically.

His voice was rattling inside my noggin. "What's your name?" He asked. 

I got a bit flustered. I haven't heard such an existential question in years. I never

questioned myself once I was dropped into this world. What am I? 

"Factly" Was the only word that escaped my lips and tongue. It just dropped into my 

dazed, exhausted noggin. I love facts and science and technology. Is factly even a real 

word? I've been a mermaid for years now, but I'm reminded of my past life as a human. 

"Please call me Factly, I come from the south."

"No Way! So do southern mermaids use their voices or something?" The boy's words 

rumble excitedly in my head. He swims in circles around me checking me out and 

staring and glancing at my cleavage. "Here in the North, we use Echolocation!"

"Maybe, I dont know kid. I think I'm special." I reply. "Excuse me if im too forward,"

I shyly ask. "But can I hug you? I havent met another soul in years."

"Sure, why not!" The Kid replied in my head. My fin slaps and in a burst of speed,

I grab the boy and give him the deepest biggest hug I could muster. My arms are 

wrapped around his back and his face digs deep into my cleavage. Our fishy tails

flap to keep ourselves floating in the calm ocean water! His upper half is warm

while his lower scaly half is cool to the touch. 

"Please let go of me Factly!" The mer-boy yelps as his thoughts enter me. I awkwardly

let him go. Staring at another person for the first time sent shivers down my spine. 

"I'm sorry, but I dont want to call you kid. What's your name?" 

"Puente's My name, Exploring's my game!" The kid named Puente replied. "So since 

you're new here, I think you might want to meet our Queen, Joya..."

~~~~

"So, my dear. You came from the Southern Sea Wall? You traversed the far oceans of 

the south. Charted the stars and discovered ancient ruins?" The large, fat mermaid

queen stated."And you use your vocal chords to speak! You're quite the intrepid 

adventuress!" Queen Joya excitedly emoted. "I have no reason to believe you're a

fraud. Despite your anotomy being strange, I can tell when someone is a liar or a

charlatan. Yet you hold a mighty secret.."

Since I plan to live on this world for the rest of my life and have a need to make

friends, over a few hours, and late into the evening. I told Joya everything. She 

clung to my every word and was surprised over my tales and adventures. 

"Factly, your life is the stuff of legends. We mer-people are a nomadic denizens. 

We are mostly ignorant and complacent. But we are a good people. Our last 

star-charters died a long time ago. And we lost the ability to travel across the

Equatorial barrier. Your smarts and wisdom are welcome here. Many of us love a 

good adventure. If you're willing to become a leader, with my blessing you can

take as many of my mer-citizens as you need. We need to spice things up in our

boring part of the sea..." Queen Joya's speech was inspiring.

A new, wonderful idea popped into my head. Despite this world being quite primitive

compared to my old, magic filled world. There's still innovation and technology to

be had. Magic could certainly solve our problems. But science can do one better. 

There's resources here on this world that can better the lives of everyone. Myself

included. I gotta take little steps before I can go running. 

"Queen Joya, I've got a plan! I'm going to be gone for a few years, but I promise

you I can permanently open up the Equitorial barrier. The water between the Islands 

where the north and south currents mix are quite rocky and churn up the sea. We need

to smooth them out! I can make strong cloth nets out of fibers that come from an 

island plants to hold coconuts that hold a dangerous, explosive liquid. If I can get 

them to explode underwater, it should break up the rocks and lessen the rough waters 

strength. I also got some soft corals that we can plant along the rocky path to make

it eventually easier to get through. When I finish this, Mer-people will freely 

travel the rest of the world. And we will live a life of adventures untold!"

"Count me in! I go where you go, Factly!" Puente's eager excitement filled the

underwater chamber.

"Well, there's your first volunteer!" Queen Joya replied. "I expect great things

from you, young mer-person." Puente gleamed in excitement. "And knowing your 

determination, Lady Factly..... I know you can get this done."

Vampire Ambush

What I thought was going to be a fun, exciting time at the nightclub turned into

one big clusterfuck! There's a million things going on and we luckily and quickly 

got away. My adrenaline is kicking and I got Joaquin in tow. 

Poor Joaquin. He didn't really want to come with me, but I insisted. I needed a 

wingman, err wingwoman. He recently came out of the closet, and while he lost many 

acquaintances over his gender choice. I, Brad have been his best friend since we were

toddlers. And I don't care if he wants to be girly. I just needed a good time since

my now ex dumped me. And that flyer for a secret party downtown sounded like fun. 

I don't know how many blocks I've run off with Joaquin in tow. I can hear him 

panting and wheezing. Stumbling a bit, but I quickly pull him up. He seems lighter

than usual, but that's just my adrenaline pumping. I can feel my other shoulder

throbbing and burning. No doubt injured by the attack. 

Aw man! The explosion! We were lucky that Joaquin was such a wallflower. The music

was blasting and there were plenty of hot chicks shaking their hips and plenty of

good looking guys for Joaquin to get to know. I wanted to dance with a nice girl. 

Joaquin just wanted to lean against the wall. I was just leaving with his approval, 

when suddenly the party was cut short when a gang of Vampires blew up the wall and 

rushed the venue. Not good. 

For years now, Vampires have been a dying species. Many have integrated back into

society peacefully and others were taken care of by the Inquisition. Lots of normal

humans now have vampire DNA in them, but thankfully it's recessive. Vampirism has 

been cured or at least controlled. But there's always stories of Rebels and 

Anarchists out there. I didn't think this would happen to us. These attacking 

vampires in the club are certainly outliers. Inquisitors say that have an agenda 

of Purity and dominance. 

When I saw them shoot the purple smoke canister from their weapons, I knew that

it just got worse. 'It's Nosferatu gas! someone screamed!' People ran and others

choked and fell. 'Its toxic stuff that turns lots of people into pseudo Vampires,' 

another shouted. 'Call the Inquisitors!' a woman screamed. I remembered an old 

videotube clip once that said that Nosferatu gas affects some more than others, 

that as long as you get farther away, it's effects quickly wear out. That's my cue 

to get the fuck out. 

In the wall of chaos and mayhem. I could see the attacking Vampires cackling and

laughing at their human victims. Some brave men are trying to be heroic and fight 

back, but they're quickly dropped, slashed and bitten.  I look around for Joaquin, 

and I spot him still near the wall. He's coughing up a fit. A purple canister popped

nearby him. Others near him start grunting and hissing. They're transforming! I 

don't care. As I use my College Football skills to juke and weave between them to

get closer to Joaquin, I spot the collapse, the hole made by them. But I couldn't 

avoid a nasty clawed scratch that landed on my back.....

"Brad! Stop! We're safe!' Said Joaquin in a scolding tone. I was in a daze. An 

explosion is heard in the distance from the direction of the Nightclub. Watchtowers

and street alarms were going off with the familiar Trumpeting tone of the Inquisitors 

Sirens. "Something is wrong with me," Joaquin whispered. "That vampire gas fucked 

me up. My body feels so hot.....I've been changing......" 

Despite my pain, my sight and consciousness quickly sobered up when I paid attention

to Joaquin in the alley. He certainly wasn't the same anymore. No wonder why he 

felt so tiny. He must have shrunk a foot and a half since we ran out. He was slender

before, but now he looks downright petite. His Latino features seems to disappear as

his skin turns whiter and pale. 

I realize that we're still holding hands. Joaquin uncomfortably squirms. As I can 

feel his muscles shrinking and twitching from here. I try to let go as my adrenaline

grip seems to loosen. But Joaquin's suddenly tightens. I never knew dainty fingers

could be so strong. I bared with the pain as his sharp fingernails dug into my palm.

Joaquin's brown eyes lighten and turn a yellower tone. His eyelashes look longer too. 

I saw him put on mascara before we got here, but his new lashes are longer and thicker 

than any makeup could produce. Joaquin then ran his other hand through his scalp. As 

if trying to scratch a deep itch. After coming out some weeks ago, he had been letting

his hair grow out. He had told me that he had been on hormones and his hair was growing

thicker because of that. But the hair I see sprouting now, is an unnatural tone of 

gray and white. I've never seen so much hair poof out in these few minutes.

Joaquin squirms some more as I hear bones unnaturally grind and pop. His. He pulls back 

and we almost trip. He steadies himself as I help him from falling over. Not before

his nightclub outfit falls over his shoulder. A pale, womanly shoulder peeks out in 

the cold night. I look at Joaquin's legs as they try to steady themselves. His legs and

thighs look thicker. The plasticky-vinyl pants he's wearing stretch tightly on his hips.

The first girly outfit Joaquin was so proud of owning looked better on him now more 

than ever.....

"Joaquin.... You're turning into a woman!" I blurted out realizing that these last few

minutes, we both know what's happening to his body.

"I kinda figured that, Brad" Joaquin turned to the side and spat out a white foamy spit 

onto the ground. That may have been the last masculine thing he ever did. Joaquin opened 

his mouth. Four vampiric fangs gleamed. Joaquin shifted his new lithe, limber tongue. 

Trying to avoid biting it. "My mouth hurts too... But not as much as my chest....I think... 

I'm....."

Joaquin frantically guides his fingers to his chest. Beneath his blouse, skin stretches, 

tingles and twitches. His growing, pointy, nipples are accompanied by a new flesh being

pushed out. He fumbles a few times but then pulls down on the zipper. New, ample boobs

and impressive cleavage greet Brads eyes. The expansion of Joaquin's breasts had turned

both of them on. Brad had seen a woman literally form in front of his eyes. And Joaquin

got a bodily rush as he now felt completely like a woman. 

"Brad, I'm wet. I've never felt this before. I'm a vampire now, and a woman too. I can

smell your blood. The wound on your back and your engorged penis. I bet it's tasty.."

Brad felt an un-natural, vampiric strength. Their hands were still locked, but Joaquin

was starting to overpower him. Joaquin crept closer and quickly closed the slight gap

between them. Brad tried to step back, but he was the one who tripped instead. Brad 

landed on his back and Joaquin sexily landed on top of him. Joaquin's new smaller 

frame and energy meant that Brad was going nowhere. 

"Brad, I love you, you big buffoon! When I was human I was too afraid to admit it. I

was definitely going to be jealous if you partied with other girls. You unwittingly 

toyed with my emotions. You invite me to the Club as a friend, but I wanted to be 

your date! I was too shy and had no courage to ask you to dance. Before we went to the

club, I downed four hormone pills in the hopes to be brave to ask you out. But when I

breathed in those Vampires gas bombs. I knew something in me had changed. I truly 

became free! 

To say I was speechless was an understatement. I just escaped a vampiric terrorist 

attack. Here, my best friend was now a woman. I was too dense to truly feel how 

Joaquin felt about me. I wanted a girl to fuck and forget about my ex. I saw this 

sexy creature be born right in front of my eyes. I'd be a fool not to accept what fate 

has thrown at me. I cant help but give in. 

"Let's go home Joaquin. We need to get out of here before the Inquisition comes. I'll

do whatever you want. I'm yours."