"Are you my long lost twin or something?" Part 3

Part 1 & Part 2



1

"Oh my gawd, I love this song!" Abby (front) shouted over the bass. "Hold me Georgia!"

George (back) happily wrapped his feminine arm around his love. Abby's soft skin against his, he was in heaven. He felt his tits bouncing up and down, bouncin' all around, in and out of his top, but he didn't care he was with his one true love. Abby was a narcissist, but as she grew to accept it she was in love with "Georgia" her "almost twin" as her BF Steph called her. George knew that Abby was finally happy to be out of the closet, their relationship was no longer secret, they were a full blown lesbian couple. George didn't have the heart to tell her that Georgia was actually a male shapeshifter, in fact he loved being Georgia more than being George. At this point he might as well have forgotten he was ever a fifty-something male shapeshifter.

Peeping Tom Part 5

"I've worn a lot of breasts, but none as large as yours girl," Tom said lifting his left tit up. He let it drop and felt the vibrations jiggle. "Boy, you two sure are heavy!"

Tom got himself into a modeling studio this time. He always wondered what the life of a glamour model was, what it was like to be paid for just looking hot. So he took the body of some unsuspecting photographer, and once he found the girl he liked most he snapped a quick shot of her. Erika was this girl's name.

This time around Tom wasn't going to change Erika's life, he wasn't going to get her a college degree or an "honest job" because she seemed pretty well off and put together. Hell she seemed to actually love her job! This time Tom was along for the ride. He was going to take a vacation for a while and live the life of somebody who loved life, and looked fucking hot too!

"Erika, it's time for our next photo shoot!" A female voice called from the other side of the door.

"Be right out!" Tom said. "I wonder what it's like to get tit fucked with tits this big," Tom said snapping his bra together, "I suppose I know what I'm doing tonight!"

Peeping Tom Part 4

Oh no! I thought I published this entry a long time ago. Well consider this your lucky day readers.

Peeping Tom now has its own tag, and I've added a new tag to the blog: make over. For stories about people completely changing their lives after inhabiting a new body. (Like in House Cleaning)

Part 3

You know how in those 80's teen movies there was always an ugly girl that underwent a transformation into a more beautiful and confident version of herself with the help of her friends?

Becky was that girl, and Tom was her friend.

The thing Tom loved most about the camera, other than the obvious perks of becoming anyone he wants, was that no matter what choices he made in the bodies he possessed, once he left they believed they made all those choices.

Tom had made a lot of choices in different women's bodies, none of which he regretted and he often left them better off than before. For example, Allison, a girl he was a few bodies ago, had an extremely shitty boyfriend. He treated her like crap and would often sneak out and cheat on her with another woman (Tom knew this because he was that other woman before Allison). He broke up with her abusive boyfriend and found her a man who actually loved her and treated her well.

But Becky was his masterpiece, and like most masterpieces it took a lot of time and effort. Five months of effort, the longest Tom ever remained in one body. Pre-Tom Becky had major social anxiety issues, talking to anyone other than her sister would raise her heart rate to that of a sprinter's. She worked from home and only wore her favorite color: a dark purple. She was putting on weight around her midsection and only showered when she needed to (usually when she met up with her sister).

Tom had to give her a lot of new habits, and a new wardrobe. And both take time to form.

Post-Tom Becky was a confident young woman who had no issues with people she didn't know. He shaved away her belly fat but managed to keep it where it mattered most, her tits. Tom bought her new clothes and made sure to walk around town as confident as possible. He even found MeetUp groups in the area and got her a few friends. Five months of work, five months of showing Becky her true potential. He ended it as the ultimate wing man, he approached the hottest guy at the club, hit it up with him and once the deal was sealed he pulled his camera out of her purse and snapped a photo of a random girl on the dance floor. He wanted Becky to be the one who slept with her first man in years. He figured he could get laid as any girl, but Becky can only be laid as Becky.

That night he celebrated his success in his new body with another random dude he met at the bar.

Aphrodite Part 4 - Reunion

Once Edward arrived stateside he became aware of just how sexy he now was. Heads turned with each step he took, both male and female. He knew that deep in their minds they were all in disbelief of how so much beauty, how so much lust, could be held in just one woman. But nobody was in more disbelief than his granddaughter April.

"Is this some sort of joke?" April's voice was stern as a rock. "Just who are you really?"

"What were you expecting? Ken told you everything, it's really me, your Grandpa Eddie!"

"This is bullshit, I'm outta here."

Earlier that week Edward had Ken arrange a reunion with April. Edward always had s soft spot for her, of all his grandchildren she held his sense of adventure and open mindedness the most. Ken explained everything to April, and over the phone she seemed open enough to the possibility of her grandfather's transformation. So they went forward with their plans.

"Wait, just wait a minute April!" Edward caught his granddaughter by the elbow. "Even if you don't believe me right now, just humor me and let's get some lunch."

"Ugh, fine!" April sighed and went with the woman claiming to be her grandfather to the restaurant.

***

It took a while (and a few drinks) to convince April of her grandfather's recent transformation. The thing with women, Edward learned, is that they were unswayed by his new powers of persuasion. Only men could be seduced by the powers of Aphrodite, women saw him as an equal now.

"I cannot believe your tits are larger than mine!" April said a few margarita's later. "How do you walk with those?"

"It's just the blessing of the gods I suppose," Edward took a sip of his whiskey, neat. His body might have changed, but his drink preferences will always be the same. "This is why I've come to you my dear April. I need you help in teaching me to be a woman. I've gotten by so far, but I have no idea what to really do. Can you help your Grandpa Eddie?"

"Your check ladies," the waiter said handing the two their checks. Edward eyed the price, $98.76!

"I believe you've been mistaken sir," Edward said handing him the check. "But I think the decimal is supposed to be closer to the right."

"Oh yes, of course. I'll fix it up right away!" The waiter said acting completely unfazed, but Edward knew what he had done.

"We can start with you wardrobe," April said. She hadn't noticed.

"Are you suggesting a shopping spree?" Edward cheered.

"Yes, you're a woman now, you're going to need a lot more clothes. Let's go shopping!"

"Your check again ladies, so sorry for the mistake." The waiter returned the check. It was marked at $9.88 this time. Edward smiled and handed the waiter a $20.

"Keep the change," he said. "Now let's go shopping!"

Aphrodite Part 3 - Powers of Persuasion

Edward thought it would be hard to convince his party that the busty goddess who stood before him was actually Edward Donald Hillary, PhD and world renowned explorer, but it was surprisingly easy. The power of Aphrodite appeared to have given him amazing powers of persuasion, or maybe it was because Edward was the first woman the crew had seen in weeks that they would believe nearly anything coming out of his mouth.

"Could you just button up a little more?" Kenny asked Edward.

"I told you Ken," Edward said. "My chest won't allow me to button up any further, see," he began forcing his cleavage together as pulled the shirt together.

"Alright alright," Kenny diverted his eyes away from Edward. "It's just that it's really distracting, our crew hasn't seen a woman in weeks and the first one they see is some busty woman claiming to be their old leader. Can you at least carry something?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, I'm a woman now which means I'm not as strong. I'll have to leave all the heavy lifting to the men now," Edward lied. He knew he could carry something, hell he knew he probably could lift more than any of the men on the crew with his new god granted abilities, but he also wanted to see how far his new powers of persuasion could go.

"What happened to you Edward?" Kenny sighed.

"I became a woman."

"Other than that, I mean look at you!" He motioned towards his friend. "It's been six days since we found you on the path to the Fountain, all of us are covered in dirt and possibly animal dung too. We smell like we have been just farted out of a horse, and look like we've been crawling in the trenches all day, and you don't even have a speck of dust on you. You aren't just a woman now, something happened to you."

"Kenny, Kenny, Kenny," Edward placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I told you what happened. I found the Fountain, well what was left of it, I tasted the waters with my old lips and I felt the energy flow back into me. It just so happened that somehow the Fountain transformed me into a beautiful woman as well. I wish I saved some drops for you Ken, but there was only enough left for a few sips."

Kenny sighed. "I know, it's just that I'm still pissed off about you taking off without me. It was supposed to be our Fountain!"

"How about I make it up to you tonight?" Edward moved his hand further down Kenny's back.

"How could you possibly do that?"

"By sharing a little bit of what the Fountain gave to me, with you. Your wife doesn't have to know."

"Deal!" Kenny said, his face now wide with a grin.

"It's the least I can do," Edward smiled. He grinned at himself, he was impressed how far his new found powers of persuasion could go.

Aphrodite Part 2 - The Woman

The party approached the location of the legendary Fountain of Youth. Kenny, Edward's first mate and best friend, was in charge this morning. He had awoken to a note from his trusted friend saying that he could not sleep that night, that Edward could taste the sweet waters of the Fountain and he must go, for it had called out to him. Kenny wondered how a man as old as Edward could be so far ahead of the party since the supposive location of the Fountain was at least a half days hike away.

After a few hours of hiking his mind began wondering what could have happened to Edward, and how he would have to explain the death of one of the few remaining true adventures in the world to the expedition's sponsors, and Edwards children. Then Kenny walked straight into James, the expedition's youngest recruit, who had stopped in his tracks for now apparent reason.

"Get your ass in gear ya' newbie," Kenny barked.

Jame said nothing, he just pointed forward. Fingers trembling. Kenny looked around at the rest of the party. The rest of them began looking the direction of Jame's fingers. Kenny was the last to look, then he saw the roadblock.

Before the party stood a beautiful young woman. Her chest partially exposed beneath a denim jacket, her hair flowing in the wind like it in a movie. Her grin wide and confident. The clothing she wore looked a lot like Edward's.

"It's not polite to stare at a woman you know," she said.

Kenny and the rest said nothing.

"Oh my," she said covering herself up. "I hadn't noticed my shirt was undone, here let me button up."

Kenny wanted to speak, he wanted to ask her who she was and what she was doing here. But for some reason he couldn't find the energy to utter any words from his vocal chords.

Aphrodite Part 1 - The Fountain

I knew from the beginning this was going to be a series, so I already gave it its own tag.

"Yes, I feel it! I feel the youth flowing back into me, I feel the power of the gods granted to me. I feel youthful again, like I can run a marathon without breaking sweat. I feel... I feel...." Edward began gasping as he felt his chest constricting, like an enormous weight was pressing against it. The optimism the old explorer had suddenly slipped from his mind, had he been guided to the wrong fountain? Maybe this was his karma for abandoning his crew so he could be the first one to drink from the Fountain of Youth. He was beginning to feel like the Nazi at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, he drank with too much confidence too soon.

Then he saw a strand of dark hair fall infront of his face. Pop, pop! The buttons on his jacket began popping off. He looked down and saw that his chest had inflated, like two Norsemen tumors had began growing out of nowhere. They continued ripping the buttons off until he saw... he saw... cleavage?

Pop the last button went, allowing him to breath normally again. He gasped for air. Instinctively he grasped towards his head, and he felt long strands of think hair. Next he grasped for his chest, it was soft and smooth. Out of panic he reached for his crotch, and was greeted by his biggest fear: nothing there.

Edward began panicking, again it became hard to breath. His gasp feminine, his chest pulling his body towards the ground. He felt lost. He felt helpless. He felt... he felt... powerful. A new surge of energy swarmed within his body, it was warm and lustful. All of sudden he knew what he became, he didn't know how, he just knew what happened. The Greek Goddess Aphrodite had given him a second chance of life, and with it a piece of her power. Edward grinned and opened the denim of his shirt. Soon his party was going to be here, and soon he was going to test out his new gifts.

Are You Sure? Part 2 - Fuck the guest!

Part 1

"Are you sure about this?" Jon asked Clyde.

"Oh I am more than sure," Clyde said revealing his cleavage. "I want you inside me right now." He began playing with his breast in front of his best friend.

Clyde and Jon's relationship had never been so close. It had been four months since the ghost of Clyde took over the body of Jon's trophy wife, Claire, and things could not have been better between the two friends. Jon had all but forgotten about how much of a gold digging bitch she was, and Clyde loved nothing more than being back in the land of the living. What Clyde never expected was just how much of a nympho Jon's wife was. These occurrences were hardly rare.

"But what about the guests?" Jon said attempting to suppress his erection.

"Fuck the guest," Clyde took his best friend's hand into his and pulled him towards his feminine body. "Fuck me!" Clyde wrapped his legs around Jon and began making out with him, moaning with every breath he took.

"I'm so fucking happy you're my wife!" Jon said pulling down his pants and penetrating his best friend. Clyde roared into an echoing moan, every time felt like the first time with Claire's vagina.

Can I tell you a secret? Part 3

Where we last saw the roommates. 

Sean lied on the couch. He was wearing an new body and new lingerie he bought just for it. Unlike every other body he wore for Eric, this one was 100% custom made, made to be everything Eric desired physically in a woman. From the shape of her face to the tightness of her pussy, Sean had become the perfect woman for Eric.

Tonight marked the one year anniversary of Sean revealing his secret to his unsuspecting roommate. He would become any woman Eric requested because Sean knew how much more fun women had in bed, and more importantly he knew how great Eric was under the sheets. Over time Sean and Eric became exclusive, Eric stopped bringing women over because he had a roommate who would let him fuck any woman he wanted.

Sean admired his form again, smiling at his masterpiece, he called her Sara. Honestly he wouldn't mind staying as Sara for a long time. He never considered himself gay, and maybe it wasn't gay if you only slept with your male roommate as a woman, and at this point in his life he had more sex with a vagina than with a penis, but he was really falling for Eric. Eric and Sara, what a lovely couple. He thought to himself.

Pure Bliss Part 2 - Going to Work

Part 1 Here

"How do girls get anything done with boobs?" Mitchell asked himself while caressing his favorite new assets. He had a livestream starting in ten minutes and all her could think about was his breasts. His hand passed over his nipple, releasing an involuntary moan from his feminine vocal chores. "I always forget how sensitive you girls are," he said looking down at his chest.

"It's not our fault we're so sexy," his said speaking in a baby voice while pushing his breasts back and forth, feeling their flesh rub up against one another then release. "Honest!"

Life as Ruby was a joy. Mitchell would game all day, then hit the streets of Italy at night. Mitchell didn't speak a lick of Italian, but he quickly learned it didn't matter to women so hot that on a 1 through 10 scale with looks so blinding that shot way above a 10 and beyond the infinities that men and woman a like had only one rating they used no matter the language: "W-w-w-w-wow!!!" Mitchell was now a "W-w-w-w-wow!!!"

As Ruby his life was full of nothing but compliments: online and off. He'd walk down the street every night with his breast pointed high and forward, as if they were leading the way to his next destination. His Instagram was filled with thousands of likes, even if he didn't smile, and the comments section soared with flattery, he even found the creepy comments and obligatory dick pics sent to him charming. Most night's he'd hit up a bar near Ruby's apartments and would usually bring back some lucky guy, or girl, back with him to share his new amazing body with. Yep it was a joy, but it had it's draw backs.

Mitchell felt a now familiar warm tingly, and damp feeling between his legs. "We know what you want," he continued voicing his breast. "Play with us please!"

"But girls," he said in Ruby's normal voice, "I already did that this morning. I got a livestream in eight minutes!"

"They can wait, they always do. The world loves you Mitchell, please spare us some love too!"

"Alright," his hand began slipping down into his pants. "You win, you- AHH!" He moaned as his hand penetrated his vagina. "Fuck, how do girls get anything done with this?" He said going to work between his legs.

Peeping Tom Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

"I'm gonna have to save you for later," Tom said snapping a photo of his borrowed body. "This has been a fun time Penelope, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to leave you soon. Why didn't I think of taking photos of my past bodies? Oh well, at least you'll be my number one."

Penelope, the girl at the park, was a foreign exchange student from France studying mathematics in America. She was the first of Tom's mounts where he knew nothing about her before snapping her photo, but with Tom's years of practice of stalking women he was able to figure it all out very quickly, and the more he learned about her the more he fell in love with her. Well with a few changes he made himself.

Penelope had a boyfriend in France, now she had a very pretty girlfriend named Beth in America. Penelope was a math major, but now she was more into photography and volunteering as a female nude for art students. Penelope was a sober, and never had touched a drop of alcohol in her life, now she partied every weekend.

All of those changes made in just over a month. Tom knew that once he left her body into another's she would feel as if she made those choices herself, for the better, Tom would say to himself. But alas the peeping tom was growing bored of his new life and was ready to move on to greener pastures. He wasn't sure who yet, but he had a list. But before he left he had to take one last photo of Penelope, his favorite mount yet.

Peeping Tom Part 2

Part 1

"My my, isn't she beautiful?" Tom said gazing across the park from his newest mount. Ever since discovering the true power of his camera Tom had been using it to possess the bodies of the beautiful women he had always been afraid of talking to. Using the camera was simple, just point and click, the only draw back was that he had to touch it every few minutes or he would be transported back into the darkness of his messy apartment. 

Currently he was inside of Monica's body, a beautiful yoga instructor who taught classes at the studio across from his office. He loved the way he walked with her body, her his swayed with every step, the way his breasts rose and fell with every breath, and everywhere he walked he felt the gazes of the men who wanted to be with Monica and the women who wanted to be her. His favorite part was how her beauty struck down even the most confident men. Any guy who approached him stuttered their way through their sentences, would awkwardly shift their eyes between his magnificent chest and his eyes, and eventually would leave defeated the moment Tom told them "Sorry, I'm not interested." As Monica every man reminded him of himself, they were all just a bunch of shy terrified and sad boys.

He had worn Monica's body the longest of his mounts, walking about town and going out at night. He hadn't bothered going to work as her because it wasn't his job after all. But today he was struck by another beauty, a woman even more beautiful than Monica. He had never seen her before and now he wanted to know more. Taking a glimpse at his chest he gave Monica's breasts one last look, and gave them a quick squeeze, "I'm going to miss you girls," he said. And with that, he aimed his camera at the beautiful woman across from the park and left Monica behind.

Peeping Tom

Tom loved women, he loved them so much that he was terrified of talking to them. He was never good with conversation with girls growing up, and it carried well into his adulthood. Talking to a beautiful woman made his voice quiver, his palms sweat, and legs go weak. It was self defeating as he had only had one sexual encounter that went... poorly. It's one thing to be shy during sex, it's another to fall unconscious the moment she touched his penis.

The shame was too much. So Tom went from shy Tom to a peeping tom.

He'd spy on women, collected photos of them, follow their Twitter and Instagrams under several fake accounts. He rationalized it was all because of his "disorder," that this was the closest he could get to a woman without becoming a mess, and he believed himself.

Tabitha was his favorite, she was so beautiful, so hot, and so mysterious. She didn't have any social media accounts, which Tom thought was a waist, with her looks she could easily have several thousand followers in a matter of hours. The most he saw of her was whenever she would tan at their apartment complex's pool, and Tom would creep through the blinds and take her photo.

One day Tom saw her in her usual spot down by the pool with a pink bra on and denim shorts. Tom had gotten a new camera that day and went to go try it out, that's when things go weird.

With a click of the button Tom was no longer in the dark of his apartment, he was outside in the blinding daylight, camera in hand. In shock he looked around, he didn't want Tabitha to see him. Oddly she wasn't there, but he didn't want to risk it. so he dashed, and that's when things go weirder. He felt his chest bounce.

He looked down, only to be greeted by two massive mounds of flesh sitting in a pink bra.

"Holy shit I'm Tabitha!" He shriek with her voice. He covered his mouth with hs hand. "Holy shit I'm Tabitha," he said again, this time calmer. He looked at his camera, then back down as his new breast. He had no idea what was going on, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the camera.

With a grin on his new face, he went back to Tabitha's apartment. She would no longer be a mystery to him anymore.

Inside Jessica Nigri Part 7 - Comic-Con Day 3: Girls of Comic-Con

I apologize for the long entry, Nigri has so many photos of her it's easy to get carried away.

"Booop!" Charlie said bouncing his breast against the blue haired girl's. He already forgotten her name, Cynthia or Samantha?, he thought.

"Thank you Jessie!" the blue haired girl said, her boyfriend put down the phone.

"Anything for a fan Cyn-antha!" Charlie said.

"It's Rebecca," she said.

Oh, he thought. "Well thank you Rebecca, I'm sure your boyfriend will love this!"

"Uh sure, yeah..." She said walking away.

"Well that was awkward." Cameron approached Charlie. "Doesn't matter, you tried you best. Feeling better?"

"If a pounding headache is better then you have a screwed up definition of 'better'," Charlie grabbed his temples. "Why do adults drink alcohol?"

"You said it yourself, you felt great!"

"Yeah, for like a few hours. I've been feeling like shit all morning."

"Let's look on the bright side, you got to touch a girl's boobs with your boobs!"

"You're right, that was kinda hot." Charlie felt the all too familiar warm feeling between his legs. He felt Nigri's phone vibrate, he check the notification. "Shit, it's 9 o'clock. I gotta go."

"Where to now?"

"'Girls of Comic-Con photo shot at a 10 o'clock," Charlie told his friend. "I'll catch you later!"

"But you got an hour!"

"That leaves me half an hour to get drunk!" Charlie said. "I hear drinking can cure hangovers! Oh, and here take this." Charlie produced a plastic card from his left bra cup.

"Is this a credit card?"

"Yeah! Jessica is fucking loaded, I figure you deserve something nice. Plus I'm going to be gone all day, today is Jessica's big day. I got to play my part. Take care man!" And with a small wave Charlie dashed off.

***

"Lookin' good Jessica!" The photographer said snapping another photo. Charlie was beginning to get used to the constant demands Jessica had with her body. It didn't take that many Fireball shots for him to know how hot he was, his teen hormones already told him that, all what the Fireball told him was how confident he felt in front of a camera in Jessica's half naked body.

"Good job Jess, fucking great job actually. Now let's get Lindsay in here." He motioned towards his assistant. A few moments later his assistant, a middle aged woman, guided another girl around Jessica's age to Charlie.

"Already girls just do what you do best!" The photographer continued.

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked.

"Just be naughty girl." Lindsay said grabbing the bed sheet. 

"Like this?" Charlie asked doing the same thing.

"Perfect! Fucking perfect!" The photographer said.

"Thank you Jessica. Thank you Lindsay!"

"No problem," she said putting on her shirt. Charlie couldn't help but check out the girl. 

Funny, he thought, it took me becoming a beautiful girl to get close to a girl that pretty. No way a girl that hot would get that close to me as a boy.

Jessica's manager took him by the arm, Charlie snapped out of his trance. "Where are we going?" Charlie asked her.

"To the dressing room." She said in a matter-a-fact tone. "We got a long day, ahead of us Jess beginning with a cosplay photo shoot at 9:30, followed by a panel with . Now let's get moving!"

***

For the past month Charlie-as-Jessica had been living fairly low key as he adjusted to his new life not only as a celebrity but also a girl. He took a break of live streaming and YouTube videos, didn't go out much nor answer the phone unless it was Cameron. It took Jessica's manager twenty-four missed calls and a personal visit before he even knew who she was. After reviewing Jessica's Comic-Con schedule with her manager he actually considered it lucky he even got a day off to hangout with Cameron. But now he was full-fledged Nigri, whether he liked it or not. 

First on the list was a cosplay photo shoot.

Next was a series of interviews, mostly with YouTube channels and nerd news websites. This is where being one of Nigri's biggest fans really paid off for Charlie, despite his nervousness he knew just enough to pretend to be Jessica. And if the interviewer asked a question he couldn't answer he would use her, ahem, charm as a distraction.

Finally the day ended with a little dance on stage. 

***

Cameron arrived at his hotel later that night dropping all his loot on the ground: a Hylian Shield, an autographed copy of Walking Dead Vol. 1 by Robert Kirkman, a few figures from Overwatch, and so on. Comic-Con sucked the energy out of him more than any sport he played, at least he liked Comic-Con.

He sat down on his bed and turned on Adult Swim. There was a knock at the door, he opened it. It was Charlie.

"Hey man!" Charlie said. "Thought I'd catch you here. Comic-Con wipe you out too?" He walked over the bed and fell back on it. "I'm pooped."

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks for the card." He lied next to his best friend. It was so weird, here he was, literally in bed with his biggest crush, the hottest nerd alive, and they were just casually chilling like they were best friends, he could kiss her right now. "How was your day?"

Charlie explained to him everything that happened that day.

"And you know what?" He turned his face towards Cameron. "I think I'm beginning to like being Jessica. Sure I'm fucking exhausted, it's harder than it looks cosplaying (I had no idea how long it takes to change in and out of a costume), people are constantly approaching me, but she does have a pretty fun life."

"Good to know." He avoided eye contact, a single glance at his friend's face would cause him to get fully erect in a mere second. This was taking too much self control.

"Yeah." Charlie sighed. "I could get used to this. Sorry I couldn't hang out with you more though, I'm going to miss seeing you man."

"Nah man it's cool. Thanks for the credit card."

"Psht, that was just the icing in the cake. I know what you're really thankful for."

"And that is?"

"You got to touch Jessica Nigri's boobs! Don't lie, I can touch them whenever I want and I still love it." He began playing with his breast. Cameron's willpower had never been tested so hard in his life. "You lucky man!" Charlie began tickling Cameron, and with that all willpower was lost. He was at full attention.

"Somebody's a little happy," Charlie giggled. 

Cameron reached for a pillow and quickly covered up, his face was flushed with shame. "Not fair, you can't do this to me! It's not like you have to worry about this anymore."

"One of the many perks besides boobs about being a girl now. There were so many girls I saw today that would have put me in your position, vaginas are cool like that... Although the bleeding I had to deal with last week sucked. Here," Charlie stood up, Cameron's eyes caught his boobs bounce, "how about I step outside for a bit so you can take care of business? Plus you got to show some manners around me, I am a lady now after all."

"Good idea. It'll be a moment, I don't take long."

"Don't say that to the next girl you meet," Charlie said closing the door behind him.

***

The next morning the two friends with their separate ways. Charlie went back to Arizona to continue his new life, and Cameron back to the East Coast. They both left what they would always remember as the greatest Comic-Con in their life. 

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - Training Day

"This thing is fucking great." Riley said morphing into a busty brunette. "Changing forms feels like changing cloths, I just slip right into one. It beats the usual growing pains of a morph, you know what I mean." He eyed the man across from him. "You get to wear this thing ever mission?" He jumped, letting his breast bounce like jello on his chest.

"Grow up," Avery said in small but athletic male body, almost like Bruce Lee's. The shifter was wearing a morph suit as well. "This training is for how to fight as a shifter not how to fulfill your teenage fantasies."

"Bet ya can't hit me like this." Riley taunted in a fighting pose.

Avery sighed. New recruits,the shifter thought, you can't change them.

Avery swung a foot around, roundhouse kicking Riley beneath the ribs. Riley bent over, panting from a loss of breath. Avery caught the rookie trying to shift into another form, his chest deflating and jaw becoming more square, but Avery wouldn't let him have the chance. Within seconds the elder shifter went from the small male form to that of a linebacker's and grappled the recruit to the ground.

"I suppose you're aware of Bruce Lee's quote about being like water?" Avery asked the squirming shifter beneath. Riley was stunned in mid shift between busty woman and buff male.

"What are you talking about?" Riley asked.

"''You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.'" Avery said. "As an agent of SHIFT you are water, nothing more. Now stop playing around or I'll just beat you until you become as soft as water."

"Alright, alright you win. Now get the hell off me, please!"

Inside Jessica Nigri Part 6 - Comic-Con Day 2: Deadpool Day

Author's note: There's something about the Inside Jessica Nigri series that really captures my imagination. It reminds me of the innocence of being a teen and exploring the world around me, even with Charlie's sudden swap of genders. Here's the next part of Charlie's adventures of being inside Jessica Nigri.

"Deadpool Day!" the text read.

"He's sounds happier today," Cameron said his voice all groggy. He had just awoken up from his late night at Comic-Con. The two had split up for the rest of the day after Charlie left for his Assassin's Creed promo shots. Cameron spent his day at the con wondering into in the nerd paradise, he was in heaven. Despite Cameron and Charlie both wanting to room together they decided it was best they got separate hotels since Cameron was still underage they didn't want their favorite celebrity in any controversy, even if Charlie was her.

A photo of Charlie as Deadpool appeared in his phone with the text "Meet me at the front entrance."

"Fuck, he's still hot." Cameron said, his dick agreed and stood in full attention. "Is it wrong if I rub one off to my best friend?" He asked himself. "Eh, it's not his body. Why not?"

"Just woke up, give me thirty minutes." Cameron sent back and grabbed a few kleenex.

***

"How do I look?" Charlie stuck a pose.

"Holy shit dude! You look fucking fantastic!" Cameron's mouth hung open.

"Thanks! I actually made this costume myself. I wanted to keep it a secret from you since I know you love Deadpool."

"Dude, you literally just combined my two favorite things in one: Jessica Nigri and Deadpool. If I had a ring I'd ask you to marry me." 

"Please don't, I literally had to turn down not one but four marriage proposals yesterday. I don't want to break your heart too."

"Haha, alright. So what's the plan for today?"

"Well, first of all I'm not working today so we can do whatever you want."

"Alright, well let's go check out what's on the floor and go from there."

***

"Deadpool Nigri!" A fan said to Charlie. "Can I get a photo?"

"Sure thing!" Charlie said striking another pose.

"Thank you so much. I love your work by the way!" The fan said and walked away.

"Wow, you're in a great mood today," Cameron said. "Am I sure I'm talking to Charlie in there and no the real Jessica."

"Don't be silly, I'm still Charlie." 

"What's with the change of mind?"

"Have you ever tried alcohol before Cameron?" Charlie looked his friend in the eyes.

"Nope, never. You know this." The boy paused and stopped in his tracks. "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe a little. My hotel has a minibar, I decided to give it a shot." He laughed at his own pun. "At first I tried vodka, which burnt a lot. I nearly gagged, but I was overcome with a sudden sensation of warmth so I did another shot, this time of whiskey. It tasted better but still hurt. That's when this drink called Fireball caught my eye, I took a shot and it tasted amazing, I took two more then changed into Deadpool. And now I feel great!" Charlie spun around with his guns in the air. "Let's go over here." He said pulling his friend into an empty room.

***

"I know what you want," Charlie said. 

"What do you mean?" Cameron asked, his voice trembled a little bit.

"You want to touch my boobies."

"Well yeah, so does every guy."

"I want to apologize for not letting you yesterday. You're my best friend, I was just in a crappy mood is all. Being Jessica isn't as easy as it looks."

"I never asked to," Cameron said trying his hardest to suppress any motion in his pants.

"Please, you pretty much forgot I had a face the moment we met up. Here, I'll let you touch them, but first you got to get through this!" Charlie held up his toy guns directly as Cameron.

"You think you can stop me?"

"Oh I know I can stop you."  Charlie taunted. And with that Cameron playfully dashed towards his friend. This was the best Comic-Con a boy could ask for. 

Inside Jessica Nigri Part 5 - Comic-Con Day 1: Assassin's Creed

"I love you Jessica!" A fan shouted passing Charlie as he hid behind a pillar eating his yogurt.

"I love you Jessica," Charlie said in a mocking tone beneath his breath. "If I have to hear that one more time today I swear I'm going to cut the next dude's dick off. How does she do it?"

"You might want to change your wardrobe first," Cameron said. The two had been hanging out at the Comic-Con ever since Charlie-as-Jessica flew in from Arizona to promote the new Assassin's Creed movie. It was their first time seeing each other in person since Charlie got stuck in Jessica's body a month ago.

"I didn't chose this fucking costume," Charlie gestured towards his outfit. "Jessica's, well my manager did. She made a living showing off her tits to horny dudes just like him. Hell everything in her closet is designed to show cleavage. I had to go to Walmart to buy a regular t-shirt that didn't show off my tits."

"Looks great on you though," Cameron batted an eye at his friend's new breast.

"Yeah it looked great when I had a dick to jerk off with. Jesus man, you have no idea how many half chubs I've been feeling all day with all these fanboys hugging me. It's disgusting."

"Hey man, you'll get used to it. Plus this means that I'm best friends with Jessica Nigri, who also got me free tickets to Comic-Con! I can't complain about that. Thanks by the way."

"No problem. Pfft," Charlie blew a strand of hair out of his face. "Change of topic, how are my parents doing after I disappeared?"

"Not well. They still call me everyday asking if I've heard anything from you. Your mom even accused me of hiding you in the house, the cops came and searched everything. She forgave me and my family afterwards but things have been tense between your parents and mine ever since," Cameron paused. "Anything on the possession spell yet?"

"Not at all. As far as I know this is permanent. I want to go to my mom and hug her, telling her her son is all right, but I don't know how she will act with a twenty-six year old woman claiming to be her fifteen year old son." Charlie sighed, his pocket buzzed. "What time is it?"

"10:30am," Cameron checked his watch.

"Shit, I got to go." Charlie put his cup on the ground. "There's a preview showing of the Assassin's Creed movie happening at 11 o'clock I need to be at."

"That's pretty cool man. What are you doing?"

"Standing on the stage with the cast and looking pretty. Jessica's not even in the movie, I'm pretty much being paid to be eye candy."

"Any speaking?"

"Nope, at least that's one thing I had control over. I told my manager that I was feeling sick and was losing my voice, if I had to speak as Jessica in front of a crowd that big I'd have a panic attack."

"I suppose being Nigri does have it's perks!" Cameron said. "Hey, don't spoil the movie for me!"

"I'll live text you the entire thing!" Charlie stuck out his tongue and walked away.

"You better not!"

"Bye, bye." Charlie waved to his best friend. At least he wasn't alone in this.

"Marry me Jessica!" A male voice said the moment Charlie reappeared from behind the pillar.

"Sigh..." Charlie muttered. "Here I go again."

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - Observe & Report

Avery stood astute by the pool, hands on her hips and looking outwards like a sentry. The shifter was wearing a new type of morph suit, this one lighter and able to mold itself into any type of one piece clothing needed for the assignment. Avery spied the other shifter assigned with her across the pool: Riley, the recruit, laying on his back and bathing in the sun in his two piece suit.

The shifters' mission was nothing more than reconnaissance this time, which is why a newbie like Riley was able to work along side the experienced shifter. Intel had it that a prominent member of the Tramoggia Corpo, a gang of body hoppers known to terrorize the streets of LA, was staying at the hotel in the body of a young woman and whoring her body out for the 'debts' she owed them.

Avery's eyes were peeled, scanning the entire poolside and the tiki bar. After a few minutes Avery returned to the other agent.



"You know you can't just stand there like that," Riley said from his new favorite body. He was wearing a colorful strapless bikini and sunglasses.

"Like what?" Avery asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Like that, with your hands on your hips. You look too uptight, like a lifeguard or a secret service agent. No one with that hot of a body would be that uptight. A girl as sexy as you should be relaxing and working on her tan," Riley lied back down on his towel.

"Listen here agent," Avery said. "I'm the senior agent here, I've been working for SHIFT before you ever made your first transformation. You are here to observe and report, not give me orders."

"I think you're wrong about that. How long have you been with SHIFT?"

"That's classified," Avery said.

"You must be pretty old then," Riley said pulling up his sunglasses and looking his superior in the eyes/ "I'll just have you know I've been able to do full body shifts since I was three. So you're either really old, or you're full of BS."

"Watch your mouth recruit," Avery's voice began to raise. "We got a mission to do, and I'm not going to have it ruined by a smart mouthed newbie."

"You're right." Riley said pulling his sunglasses down. "We should probably get back to work. Mind if I take a turn over near the bar?"

"Sure," Avery said, "it'll get you out of my face for a while. Just don't drink!"

"Bye bye," Riley waved smiling all the way. He might not be the the superior agent, but he sure loved pushing Avery's buttons.

Can I tell you a secret? Part 2

The adventures of Eric and his shapeshifting roommate continue! Part 1

Ever since his shapeshifting roommate came out to him Eric and Sean's relationship was never stronger. The two would go out throughout their days as normal, maybe hit up a bar or two after work, and like most dudes they checked out plenty of the girls that came by. However, instead of pestering each other to ask the girl out, Sean and Eric would agree which girl Sean should become that night.

Once Sean found a girl he wanted to become and a girl Eric wanted to fuck the two would dash back to their apartment. Sean would retreat to his room to "slip into something more comfortable" and when he was given the signal Eric would walk in and find a beautiful girl lying on Sean's bed.

Sean was the best roommate a guy could have, he was a man's woman.

I think it's kicking in... Part 4: What it's like to be a woman

Added this series as a tag too, and a new tag for "sex reversal" for whenever somebody swaps gender like our hero Danny here.

"Woah, what happened last night?" Danny asked, he was completely naked in bed next to his girlfriend Catherine who was also equally naked.

"You know exactly what happened last night silly." Catherine booped her significant other on the nose playfully. "I showed you exactly what it it's like to be a woman."

Memories of the night before rushed back to him. The two went on their first date as a lesbian couple, Danny and her hit up one of the nicest restaurants in town, after that they went out to explore the nightlife, the two had been hit on by multiple guys who gave them free drinks, and the next thing he remembered Catherine was undressing him back at their place.

" I already forgot what it's like. Want to show me again?" Danny said with his masculine voice pulling Catherine closer to him. "Oh sorry, do you want me to speak like a normal girl?" He adjusted his voice to his feminine one.

Catherine climbed on top of her new girlfriend. her breast danging in Danny's face. Danny felt his vagina tingle. "No actually." She moved sensually down his flesh. "I actually find your old voice very arousing." Danny felt her lips on his vagina's lips, and with that he let out a deep moan. He was happy to be woman.