Request Story for jwargod: Best Friends Forever Part 4

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Request Story for jwargod: Best Friends Forever Part 3

This story might turn out longer than I originally thought. As I mentioned before, I had to repost this due to Blogger having technical problems. Luckily I only had to rewrite the ending to this part. So if you read this continuation before it was taken down and notice any diferences in the last few paragraphs you'll know why. I'll be sure to have the next part of this up as soon as possible.

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Despite her judgement, Miho had little to no choice but to wear the clothes Hanna had bought for her. As she dressed Miho could hear Hanna humming outside her bedroom door. Hanna's bimbo mind lead Miho to start thinking she was the only one concerned with their situation, but Hanna did seem to want to change back as much as she wanted to. Miho put her thoughts aside for now and continued to get herself dressed. It had been a real hassle to get her underwear on. It took her a while to clasp all the hooks of her white J-cup bra and she had taken a good five minutes to get the white thong on since her breasts got in the way there as well. She was just glad some stress was taken off her back thanks to the bra lifting her giant breasts.  Miho looked over the clothes Hanna had bought for her.

"Why Hanna buy such srutty crothes? Werl, here go nothing."

Miho tried her best to slip on the clothes.

"Ooo. Eeek! Ah! Maybe if I.... Oof! Okay, now how about...Mmmff... Armost... Just a bit more... Ahh, finalry."

It hadn't been easy, but after thirty-two minutes Miho was able to dress her very busty body. As the door to Miho's room opened, Hanna stopped admiring her nails to see the result. Miho wore a large red spagetti string tanktop that was still skin tight thanks to her bust, black denim cutoffs covered her lower body down to her thighs, tan pantyhose covered the rest of her legs, and black leather boots with a five inch heel covered her feet up to her knees.

"Wow! Looking sexy, Miho." Hanna said.
"Why you not buy something better for me?" asked Miho.
"Well I tried my best, I really did. I couldn't help but, like, buy sexy things."
"Rets just get going."
"Hold on! I totally have to do your makeup and brush your jair, you know?"
"I fine rike this, Hanna."
"Sorry I can't help myself. Just sit down for a moment."

Miho sighed and sat down on a chair. There Hanna applied some lipstick, mascara, and eyeshadow she had bought. She then brushed out Miho's hair and put it in a long ponytail. When Hanna handed Miho a hand mirror so she could see herself she let out a gasp. Her eyelashes were extended out and dark eyeshadow covered her eyelids. Miho looked at her pouty lips now colored a deep red almost matching the color of her tanktop. She could see her long ponytail extend down her back. Miho had to admit she looked really sexually appealing, but she had to let Hanna know what she really thought.

"What do you think?" asked Hanna.
"Oh my God, Hanna, I rook rike whore!"
"I think you look totally hot!"
"Can we prease just go now?" Miho asked, wanting this experience to end.
"Okay okay, don't, like, get your panties in a bunch." Hanna said, though Miho was reminded she was wearing a thong.

Neither of the two women had really noticed how well they had been walking in their heeled shoes as they walked out the apartment door. Miho didn't bother to say anything until she stumbled, almost falling over.

"Why you buy boots with such high heers?" Miho asked while still following Hanna to the car.
"Well I wanted you to, like, almost be as tall as me, you know?"
"What you mean?"
"Uh, hellooo? You, like, never noticed you got shorter?"
"What?" Miho said, stopping in her tracks.

Hanna was right. Now that she wasn't distracted by any kind of panic or anything, Miho was able to notice that even with the five inch heeled boots on, her eye level only reached up to Hanna's shoulders. Miho wondered if she was shorter than five feet now. Hanna broke Miho's train of thought as she told her to hurry up and get in the car. Hanna was easily able to slide into the driver seat, but Miho had difficulty trying to sit down comfortably. When she was able to get in alright, her breasts were nearly touching the dashboard of the car. The two women drove through the streets of Vegas until they finally arrived at the Pole Swingers strip club.

It was still the afternoon, so the club still wasn't as crowded as it would be by nightfall. The entire time Hanna and Miho walked up to the building they had been grabbing the attention of every man who could see them. When they entered they looked around and saw no sign of the strippers Krystal and Emma.

"Maybe we shourd ask someone about..." Miho tried to suggest, but was cut off by Hanna.
"Oooo, Miho, look!" Hanna was pointing at a flier, "Tonight is amateur night!"
"Oh, Hanna, what you thinking?"
"It says the prize is two thousand dollars. We can, like, use that to pay off our rent!"
"Hanna, we here to try to change back though."
"I know, but we can, like, totally use these bodies to try and win big!"
"Nuh uh, I not go on any stage."
"Miho, don't be like that."
"Rook, you stay here whire I ask about those two strippers."

Miho left Hanna by herself and approached the bar. She addressed the bartender who turned around and went wide eyed at the sight of Miho.

"Are you here for amatuer night?" the bartender asked, not blinking.
"No," she responded annoyed, "I rooking for two strippers. You know Krystal and Emma?"
"Sorry baby, but those two decided they didn't need to strip anymore and left town."
"Oh no!"
"Sorry, but if you're going to sign up for amatuer night you should do it now. It'll start soon." he said never breaking his glance from Miho's breasts and forgetting she had denied earlier.
"I said I not doing that."
"So are those...real?"
"Uhh!" she yelled in frustration.

Miho walked away from the bar and tried to find Hanna, but she was no longer where she once was. Miho was already in distress about losing the opportunity to change back to her old self and now Hanna was missing. Miho found out that she wouldn't have to look for Hanna for very long. The voice of the strip club's DJ boomed over the speakers.

"Okay everyone, it is currently five o'clock, time to kick off amatuer night! We've mixed up the names of our contestants from the sign up sheet, so who will go first from all the lovely ladies from backstage? Remember, anything goes here at Pole Swingers, so don't be shy to show it all. First up is a buxom blonde I got a chance to see earlier. She signed up just in time to compete for the two thousand dollar prize. Give it up for Hanna!"

A number of men cheered as Miho saw Hanna walk onto the stage from behind the curtain as music began to play. Miho dropped her mouth in shock as she watched Hanna wrap her thighs around the pole on stage and spin herself around. She placed her left hand on the pole and lift her right leg up against it until they were perfectly side by side. She spun herself around with great ease. Miho wondered if she had done this before. Hanna placed her her ass against the pole as she slid off her denim mini skirt, revealing her pink thong. She gave a big smile as she grabbed the strings and pulled up the thong to reveal more camel toe. She slapped her ass hard and spun around on the pole again, three consecutive spins before touching the floor again. The crowd was hollaring and whistling like mad. Hanna now held herself upside down on the pole and bent her legs in every direction. Chants of "take it off" and to Miho's surprise, Hanna had actually thrown off her pink halter top, her big fake breasts fully exposed as she spun around again. With that, her time had finished after an amazing five minutes.

"Wow," the DJ spoke again, "I can't believe she's never done this before! Looks like the rest of the contestants have a lot to compete with already. Lets hear it for Hanna!"

The club filled with cheers as Hanna picked up her clothes and walked off the stage behind the curtain, giggling. Miho was still shocked as Hanna approached her, fully clothed again.

"Oh my gawd! That was so much fun! Did I do good? Tell me I did good."
"Hanna, what you doing!?"
"Trying to get our rent money, duh."
"Do you even know what situation we in!?" Miho said, starting to get angry.
"Hey, like, what's wrong?" Hanna asked, honestly confused like the bimbo she was.
"Nothing. I want to go home."
"But I need to stay and see if I won."
"Fine! Then I wark."

Miho stormed out of the strip club as fast as she could. Hanna made no attempt to stop her as she stayed and awaited the results while gaining attention from some newfound fans. Miho was furious. Not only did it appear that she and Hanna were going to be stuck as they were,  Hanna did not seem to mind their current position. As Miho continued to walk away from the strip club, she became aware of the bouncing on her chest. Not wanting to gain any attention, she decided to walk down side streets and alleyways. The whole time she walked she could hear the clicking and clacking of her boots.

She couldn't believe the way Hanna was able to dance. Miho thought she might have even been better than any other stripper she had seen before. Hanna had moved so gracefully, Miho couldn't get the image out of her head. She began to feel a recent familiar sensation. She was getting turned on by the thought of Hanna's poledancing, she was getting horny again. Walking out of another alley, Miho saw the sun would be going down soon. Miho jumped as a passing car came to stop, bumping into some trash cans. Miho looked at the driver and saw a white man through the windshield staring at her with his mouth gaping. He rolled down his passenger door window and spoke to her.

"Wow, I knew this would be the right part of town but I never expected to see anyone like you."
"What you want?" Miho asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, how much do you usually charge for you services?"

Miho's eyes went wide. The man thought she was a prostitute. This was the last thing she needed. Miho was already aroused from remembering Hanna's dancing and now the thought of something beside her hand entering her vagina was making her hornier.

"Look," the man said, interrupting Miho's thoughts, "I only have four hundred dollars. What can I get for that?"

Miho bit her lip. As much as she wanted to run away she couldn't help what she was feeling, she couldn't resist the temptation.

"I give you anything! Take me now!"

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1:53 PM

Request Story for jwargod: Best Friends Forever Part 2

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Request Story for jwargod: Best Friends Forever Part 1

This is part one of another story requested by jwargod. jwargod also supplied the image for it again. I wanted to finish this sooner but I had difficulty thinking of something that would work for the guidelines jwargod provided me to write from. I hope I can get the second part up sooner, but my busy life also contributed to the delay of this beginning part. This story also has more build up than my previous stories in which the transformation happened almost right away. I hope it turned out well.

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"There has to be a better way to pay off the rent." said Matthew.
"Listen, Matt, we don't have much of a choice. This'll be the easiest way to get the money we need right now." said Henry.
"Maybe we can talk our way into gaining an extra week get what we need. We can also find some new jobs then."
"I don't want to hear it, Matt. Come on buddy, we've been through worse together. Besides, in a city like Vegas, how can we not take our chances?"

Matthew Knight and Henry Garfield were twenty-four and twenty-five years old respectively. They had recently lost their jobs due to the video store they worked at going out of business. Living in Las Vegas, Henry had made the decision to head into the casinos to try and win as much as they could to pay off the rent of their apartment. Matthew wasn't too thrilled about the idea, but he couldn't help but go along. The money they needed to pay off the rent was seven hundred dollars and they only had two hundred and fifty. The two friends walked down the Las Vegas Strip and entered the first casino they encountered and went to work.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do," said Henry, "I'm going to head over to the blackjack tables, you take this and try to win big at the slots."
"It's not like I'd have luck in anything else." said Matthew, taking the two hundred dollars Henry gave him.
"Don't worry, man. It's time to win big." Henry slapped his friend on the back.

Walking their seperate ways, Henry approached the closest blackjack table and sat down. Sitting next to him was an older man wearing a white suit and cowboy hat. He appeared to be a stereotypical Texan. In comparison he made Henry look dull in his black collared shirt and khaki pants.

"Ah! So you're my next victim," the man said with a southern accent, "I suggest you back out, son. You don't look like the type of fella to beat my luck."
"Well I say you're luck is about to run out." Henry said, not wanting to appear intimidated.
"Ha ha! That what the last couple sonuvaguns said! Maybe not those exact words, but I reckon you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure."

While Henry's game began, Matthew was just getting started at the slot machines. Looking around Matthew thought he blended in with the crowds here well enough wearing regular street clothes of a t-shirt and jeans. All the rich big time gamblers seemed to be playing poker, blackjack, or roulette. After Matthew exchanged some of his bills for quarters, he sat down at the first slot machine he saw. Sliding a quarter in, Matthew pulled the lever and watche the reels spin.

Seven.... Seven....

"Fourteen huh," thought Henry, thinking of what to do next, "Hit me."

The blackjack dealer gave Henry another card, a six. Henry stayed with the advantage he had. He looked over at the Texan's cards seeing he had eighteen. There's was no way he could win this hand.

"Hm... Hit me." the Texan said, to Henry's surprise.

The next car given to him was a three. He had a total of twenty-one. Henry stared with his mouth gaping. The Texan laughed hard. Henry knew his luck could change though. He wondered if Matthew was having any better luck at the moment. Unfortunately, Matthew wasn't having much luck either. Matthew had pulled the lever of the slot machine ten times already and he was beginning to lose any hope he tried to gather. On his eleventh pull however, he got three cherries on the reels followed by two more successful pulls. Henry was beginning to start a chain wins as well.

"I don't believe it!" said the Texan,
"Looks like you luck's run out old man." said Henry.
"You better watch your tongue son."
"Yeah, sure."

Henry had managed to win back one hundred and thirty-seven dollars and won back triple the amount. The Texan was becoming angry at his vanishing luck. Fortuneately for the him, everything went downhill for Henry with the next few turnouts. He thought he would play it safe but greed got the better of him. Henry ended up losing half of what he gained back. Henry backed out cursing to himself and walked away, hearing the old Texan laugh behind him. He hoped he never ran into him again. Henry was left with two hundred and five dollars, not as much as what he started with. He was dreading the bad news Matthew would have with his winnings. Through the crowds of the casino, Henry noticed Mathew walking towards him. He was holding a bag of what looked like his winnings.

"So, how much did you win?" asked Henry.
"Plenty more than what I had before," exclaimed Matthew, "I got two hundred and thirty dollars here."
"Lucky you," Henry said, annoyed that Matthew did better than him, "That only puts us at four hundred and thirty-five dollars however."
"Well, we can still try the poker tables."
"Hell no! You know niether of us is good at poker."
"So, do we give Mr. Wells what we have and hope he lets us keep the apartment a bit longer?"
"That stubborn landlord hates us too much for that. There's only one thing we can do with this money." Henry began to grin.
"You mean..." Matthew trailed off, knowing what Henry would say.
"That's right, Matt, my old friend. Time to go to the strip club."

Matthew knew this probably wasn't the best decision, especially since they barely had enough money, but it couldn'y hurt to have a short lapdance. The two friends made their way over to the Pole Swingers strip club and sat down in front of the main stage. After seeing three of the girls do their sets and slipping ones and fives into g-strings, Henry and Matthew each decided to get to get some private attention from one of the girls walking around. Henry walked over to a busty blonde and discussed how much a moment of her time would take. Matthew ended up being approached by a thin asian stripper wearing pink star pasties over her small breasts, a white thong showed from her jean cutoffs that revealed he buttcheeks of her nicely rounded rear, and pink four inch platform heels. She lead Matthew into one of the back rooms.

"My name is Emma," said the asian stripper, "What's yours, honey?"
"It's Matthew." he replied.
"Well, Matthew, I'm about to give you the best lapdance a hundred bucks can buy."
"Sounds good."
"Just remember. No touching."

Meanwhile in another private room, Henry was getting his own lapdance. The busty blonde, who introduced herself as Krystal, waved her ass inches away in front of Henry's face. He only wished that no touching policy wasn't in the way of getting to know Krystal a lot better. Gazing at the gyrations of her butt, Henry couldn't help but get a squeeze in. Krstal responded with a small squeal.

"Hey, didn't I tell you there was no touching? Do you want one of the boucers to throw you out?" she threatened.
"Baby, it's a rough time for me right now. How about letting me get in a squeeze here and there?"
"No way," she said, turning around and still dancing, "I've never done that before and I don't plan on letting it happen on my last night here."
"Last night?"
"Yeah, me and my friend Emma have been working here to pay off some college loans." Krystal casually mentioned as she slid off her yellow bikini top.
"College? To think I thought of you as a bimbo." Henry blurted out.
"Well aren't you shallow?"
"Come on, blondie, just a few grabs." he said, ignoring what she had said.

Krystal turned again, away from Henry, giving him the chance to stand up from the chair he sat on and grab Krystal's boobs from behind. She screamed out.

"I could've sworn your boobs would be fake. You're a real natural beauty." Henry said.
"Damn it, get off me!" Krystal said, struggling.
"You know you like it."
"Dwayne!"

In through the door, Henry saw walk in a black man with a muscular body crossing his arms.

"I see there's a problem here." Dwayne the bouncer said in a stern voice.

Matthew was completely unaware his friend was getting a severe beating as he got his lapdance from Emma. She sat on his lap and rotated her upper body, her breasts going in and away from Matthew's face.

"You like this don't you?" asked Emma.
"How can I not?" responded Matthew.
"I thought as much."
"If only your boobs were a little bigger, they'd be smacking my face right now."
"Mine are still great though, right?"
"Well I kind of prefer bigger knockers on women," he said, not thinking, "Want to do me a favor?"
"What's that?" trying to forget the remark about her breasts.
"I like it when Japanese girls speak in a thick accent. Could you do that for? I'll pay extra."
"I don't have to accept that offer. Also, I'm Korean, not Japanese."
"Sorry, but I don't think it would make much difference as long as you know what I mean."
"I think your time is up, Matthew." Emma said, getting off Matthew's lap and trying to supress her anger.
"Did I say something wrong?" thought Matthew, in belief that he still had five minutes left for the lapdance.

Matthew's thoughts were interuptted when he heard a loud crashing sound. He left the private room a few steps behind Emma to see one of the bouncers roughing up Henry. The beating didn't look like it was going to stop and Henry's face was bloody. Matthew rushed over to help his friend.

"Krystal, what happened?" Emma asked, approaching her friend.
"That jerk wouldn't stop grabbing me. He also insulted my intelligence and thought I had fake boobs." Krystal explained.
"Oh really? His friend there made some remarks about my breasts and my ethnicity."
"Are you serious?"
"Very."
"Do you think they deserve a certain...punishment?"
"I think so, Krystal."

Henry and Matthew flew through the air and into the trash cans behind the strip club. The bouncer brushed his hands together after another night of doing what he loved getting paid to do. He walked back into the strip club and closed the door behind him. Henry wiped some blood away from his nose and Matthew tried to stay off a now sprained ankle. The back door of the club opened again as Krystal and Emma stepped outside.

"Ladies," started Matthew, "Allow me to apologize for the actions of myself and my friend. We're really sorry."
"I'm not." Henry said, spitting out blood.
"Save it." said Emma.
"Yeah, you're nothing but an asshole and you are terrible for just being friends with him." said Krystal, referring to Henry and then Matthew.
"I hardly think that's fair to assume." said Matthew.
"That didn't stop either of you from making assumptions about each of us, said Emma, "I swear, you two have to be the worst men we've encountered in Vegas."
"Seriously?"
"And because of that, we feel you two deserve what we are going to do to you." said Krystal.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" asked Henry.
"Something my grandmother taught me. Ready, Emma?"
"Yes."

The two strippers each walked to one side of the two friends. Henry and Matthew were puzzled as to what the two women were going to do. They chanted in unison.

"You who have wronged us and offended us, hear our words. Become that of which you believed and desired us to be. May you live in your world, but not by your current appearances. Remain helpless to return. Stiripsaah emocaah dnaah retlaah ehtaah sevilaah foaah esohtaah ewaah meedaah mucsaah!"

Henry and Matthew felt a chill and continued to stare at the strippers until they walked back inside the strip club. They looked at each other in confusion.

"What the fuck was that all about?" questioned Henry.
"Not sure. Let's just get back to the apartment. We have bigger things to worry about." said Matthew.
"Yeah. Thanks for trying to save me back there, Matt." he said, wiping more blood from his nose.
"Hey, you'd do the same for me."

The two friends made their way over to Henry's car and drove back to the apartment. Out of the four hundred and thirty-five dollars they had earned they had used two hundred and fifty-five at the strip club. Henry washed the blood off his face and managed to stop his nose from bleeding any further. They both decided to call it a night and went to their respective rooms, not bothering to change out of their clothes. As they both tried to sleep they couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disorientation.

Henry woke up the next morning feeling the strangest he had ever felt in his entire life. An immense amount of pressure was pushing down on his chest. He lifted his head up to see something huge protruding underneath his blankets. Stretching the material of his shirt to it's limits was what appeared to be giant breasts. Matthew wanted to yell, but it cam out as a high pitched scream. Matthew heard another scream outside his room. The door to his room opened and in walked a very busty blonde woman whose baggy pants had just fallen to the floor.

"Oh gee, is that you, Matt?" asked the woman.
"Who are you!?" asked Mathew, shocked by the sound of his voice.
"Matt, it's, like, me Henry!"
"You Henry?" he spoke again, knowing something was wrong with his voice.

Matthew jumped out of his bed, feeling the immense breasts on his chest almost cause him to lose balance. He felt his now baggy pants fall to the fall as he joined the blonde woman who claimed to be Henry in front of the mirror in his room. They both lifted their stretched out shirts. Henry gasped in horror while Matthew covered his mouth.

"Oh my gawd! What happened to us!?" said Henry.
"I not understand. Why we rike this?" questioned Matthew.
"Like, how am I supposed to know!? Gee, Matt, you're asian! Your boobies are sooo big! And why are you, like, talking like you have a, you know, thick accent?"
"Me? Why you tark rike bimbo? You right though, I asian! No... I think I Japanese!"
"I bet those stripper bitches are the ones that totally did this to us with, like, that weird chanting and stuff."
"What we gonna do, Henry? We can't ret no one see us rike this!"

A loud knocking startled the two friends, causing Matthew to lose his balance and fall over. His huge breasts pinning him down.

"Wake up, you two, it's time for you to pay your rent damn it." said the voice of the landlord outside their apartment.
"It Mr. Werls! Henry, what we do?" asked Matthew.
"Oh gawd. Don't worry, Matt. I'll, like, take care of it."
"How?" he said, still trying to stand up.
"I don't know. I'll, like...do something."

Still unfamiliar with the way his new body was moving, Henry walked to the front door of the apartment. The whole time his breasts jiggled and his hips swayed back and forth. Taking a deep breath, Henry opened the door.

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10:50 PM

Story: Experimental Body & Brain Enhancement Volunteer

I originally intended this to be a caption, but the plot grew into something more and I made it a story instead. I hope you all enjoy it.

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"Here goes nothing." thought Douglas.

Douglas approached the counter where the pretty woman stood as cashier. Her auburn hair was in a ponytail and her make up was done in a way to bring out her blue eyes. Her body nicely filled out her uniform, making Douglas notice how well the green apron showed the shape of her breasts.

"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you?" asked the auburn haired woman. Douglas could see her name tag read Marcy.
"I'll take a mocha latte." replied Douglas.
"Anything else?"
"Y-yeah. How about your number?"
"Oh. Uh... Sorry, but you're not my type. One mocha latte coming up." Marcy said, walking away.
"Figures." Douglas said to himself in a low voice.

A few moments later, Douglas saw Marcy return with his coffee and payed in exact change. Leaving the Starbucks, Douglas thought about how hopeless he was. Sipping his latte, a gust of wind sent an old newspaper flying into his face. The hot liquid from the foam cup spilling onto his face, leading to his glasses becoming crooked. With half of his drink gone and spilled on himself, Douglas pulled the newspaper from his face noticing something of interest. An ad for some lab wanting a volunteer for an experimental body and brain enhancement treatment. He couldn't read all the details from the ad since the text had some faded words, but he was able to make out the address and that it would pay ten thousand dollars. Douglas decided to check the place out after he went home and changed into some dry clothes.

At twenty-five years old Douglas wasn't seen as a very fit man. He appeared as a pale, scrawny, and weak nerd to many people. His appearance particuarly didn't appeal to the ladies. So he thought this was a quick and easy opportunity to get a better body and even increase his thinking power. Plus the ten thousand dollars was very appealing since he only made enough money to get by working at a Best Buy.

Douglas eventually arrived at the building, seeing the company sign surrounded by untrimmed bushes, but he could still see the company name "ChemEnhance Labs" displayed on the sign. Douglas entered and approached the receptionist, an attractive long red haired woman in a white blouse barely revealing the cleavage of her modest breast. Her name plate read Alyssa Dillium.

"Hello, sir, how may I help you?" asked Alyssa.
"Uh, I'm here about this ad in this paper about needing a volunteer for some experiment" Douglas said, pointing out the ad in the paper.
"I'm sorry, sir, but that offer is no longer available."
"I see. Thanks anyway." he said, turning to leave.
"Hold on one minute," Alyssa said quickly, "If you could have a seat for a moment, I can ask the doctors in charge about this opportunity you've given the company." she then picked up the phone on her desk and dialed a number.
"Oh. O-okay then." Douglas went to sit down in the waiting room.

A few minutes later, Douglas was asked to come back over to the main desk.

"You're in luck, sir," Alyssa said with a smile, "We have yet to test the enhancement treatment on someone like you."
"That's great!" Douglas said, wondering what she really meant by "someone like you." He just guess they hadn't tested it on some wimp like him.
"Dr. Werton will show you where to go," Alyssa said, breaking Douglas's train of thought, "If you would just fill out these papers first."
"Oh, yeah, uh, thank you."

Finishing writing down information about himself, Douglas saw a beautiful brunette woman with shoulder length hair enter the lobby. She wore a white lab coat over a purple satin blouse, that revealed a full cleavage of her generous breasts, and a black skirt that ended abover her knees revealing her pantyhose covered legs in three inch black heels. Douglas figured this vision of beauty must be Dr. Werton. She called him over, walking further into the building. He handed her the papers he had filled out.

"So... Douglas Winters, is it?" she said looking over the papers.
"That's me." said Douglas.
"Well, Mr. Winters, I can't express how excited we are to test the our enhancement treatment once again. We never thought we get to test on a volunteer like yourself." Dr. Werton, tried to hold in her excitement.
"Is that so? Has this treatment worked on everyone else?"
"Definitely. Myself as well as the other scientists have spent the last four years trying to perfect this liquid formula for enhancement of body and mind."
"So you, uh, just modified a Red Bull?" Douglas laughed.
"Very funny, Mr. Winters." Dr. Werton laughed in return, to Douglas's surprise. No woman had ever laughed at one of his jokes before.

Douglas was led into a changing room where he had to put on a small black speedo. Douglas swore it looked more like a woman's bikini bottom though. Douglas also had to remove his glasses. Entering the next room, Douglas saw a white ceiling and floor with blue walls alligned with lights that stretched down across the top and bottom. At the end of the room was a platform surrounded by small silver hoses on the walls. A monotone female voice over an intercom told Douglas to stand on the platform. From what Douglas could see, the foot straps on the platform were in the shape of a woman's high heeled shoes with a strap to hold the ankles together. Very strange he thought.

Standing uncomfortably on the platform, Douglas was ready for the experiment to begin. He could hardly wait to be ten thousand dollars richer, to have a body women would find attractive, and have an even smarter brain. Douglas thought maybe he could get Dr. Werton to go on a date with him. The receptionist Alyssa was also a possibility.

The monotone female voice sounded over the intercom.

"Please remain perfectly still during all liquid applications."

Douglas took a deep breath and stood still.

"Mr. Winters," Dr. Werton's voice sounded over the intercom, "We are going to apply the brain liquid first and move on from there. Are you ready?"
"Y-yeah, let's do this." he said, becoming nervous.
"Try to remain calm."
"Applying brain liquid." said the monotone female voice.

Douglas heard a hose extend from the wall behind him and move around in front of his face. The nozzle went on his nose, feeling something move far up his nostrils. Douglas then felt something shoot out deep inside his head. He thought it must have reached his brain. The nozzle then moved away from his nose and back to the wall. Douglas shook his head.

"Very good, Mr. Winters. Moving on now." said Dr. Werton's voice.
"Applying body liquid." the monotone voice sounded off again.
"I must warn you, Mr. Winters, this part will hurt."

The hoses closest to the floor at his sides extended outward, their nozzles settling on Douglas's nipples. He felt something enter his skin and squirt out. The nozzles removed, showing no sign of punctured skin. However Douglas did feel pain. One of the hoses moved down then moved down to his belly button. It's nozzle placed itself down, once again causing Douglas to feel the same senstion that he did in his nipples. The same happened to his thighs. Both tubes then moved down to his crotch.

"Mr. Winters, if you would be so kind as to reveal your privates for the hoses." voiced Dr. Werton.

Douglas did as told and felt the nozzles place themselves on his urethra and his testicles. Being a sensitive area, Douglas felt more pain than in his chest and belly button when the liquid was inserted. He couldn't believe he would have a bigger dick as well.

"Normally we don't apply the liquid there, but you are a special case, Mr. Winters. We should see how these first results play out concerning genital change."
"What does that mean," thought Douglas, "Did all the other guys getting this treatment not want larger junk?"
"You should be feeling the changes soon, Mr. Winters. Now we move on to the quicker aspects of the treatment." Dr. Werton spoke again.
"Applying facial liquid." said the monotone female voice.

The same hoses that inserted liquid below his head, now moved up to his face, each nozzle on his cheeks. He felt something go through the skin again and squirt out. The hoses moves away.

"Here's another we'll test for the first time. Please open your mouth, Mr. Winters."
"Applying vocal liquid."

Another hose from behind Douglas came around to the front of his face. The nozzle went down his throat and spun while releasing the liquid, rubbing it in. Douglas was once again confused by another first time experiment of this liquid. Had no one wanted a new voice? Douglas decided to stop thinking of it. He could sound more manlier anyway. He then felt his body rumble.

"Almost done, Mr. Winters. We need to prepare the liquids for your hair and for your pale skin. Brace yourself for any pain while you change." Dr. Werton's voice spoke.

Douglas was feeling very odd in his bones. If he didn't know any better he'd say they were shrinking in size. He felt pain in his thighs as he looked down and saw his already thin legs grow longer. Any hair that was on his body was now noticably falling out. He felt a great pressure in his hips as his insides moved around like in a blender. Placing his hands on the walls next to him to keep balance, Douglas felt a great loud cracking pop as his hips extended outward causing him to yell. With burning pain, what felt like a liquid tore a new opening in his crotch. He felt his skin and flesh get pulled inside this opening and settling down in its new form. Douglas looked under the speedo, which now rode on his wider hips, and saw that his penis and testicles were gone and replaced by a vagina.

Douglas yelled out in horror. Slapping is hands over his mouth in further shock, Douglas realized his voice sounded higher. Soon his yelling turned to screaming. He blinked a few times. He could swear his vision was better. Little changed on his already thin body, but Douglas placed his hands on the walls again trying to resist the pain. His face felt different, his cheekbones had risen, his teeth straightened, his nose had shrunk, his lips puffed out and his eyes grew larger. Eyebrows thinned and eyelashes extended. Pressure was building up in his chest, his nipples grew bigger, the aerolas expanded. Warm liquid felt like it was inflating two lumps on his chest. Soon that feeling of liquid hardened into large masses of flesh now D-cup breast. Douglas continued to scream in pain and horror.

"Okay, I'm back. I see those changes have almost come to a finish. Let's move on with the last two." said Dr. Werton's voice over the intercom.
"Applying hair liquid."

The two hoses behind Douglas both approached him now and placed themselves above his head. A transparent liquid shot out onto his brown hair and it quickly grew into long blonde locks. This further shocked Douglas.

"Applying skin liquid."

The two hoses on both sides of Douglas extended and began shooting out a brown liquid that landed on his new breasts. To his surprise, Douglas stopped screaming about his change. A smile spread across his face.

"Oooo, that feels so cold!" he said in his bubbly new female voice, feeling pleasure from her breasts.
"What's wrong with me," Douglas said in his thoughts, "Why am I enjoying this?"

The brown liquid squirted some more on his body and spread across on its own, giving his body a complete tan except for where the speedo was placed. Douglas knew it really was a bikini bottom though. The new woman caressed her tanned body as she enjoyed the tingle the skin liquid gave her.

"Congratulations, Mr. Winters, the enhancement was a success. Welcome to womanhood." said the voice of Dr. Werton.

Douglas stopped smiling.

"No, wait, uh, like, I didn't want to be a woman! Why don't I have an enhanced male body?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Winters? Did you not know this treatment gives the subject an enhanced female body?"
"What!? No! Oh my gawd!"
"Calm down, Mr. Winters."
"Calm down!? I'm a woman! This is nothing how I expected my body to be and I don't feel any more intel...intella...television...?"
"Mr. Winters, are you having trouble saying the word 'intelligent?'"
"Yeah! That's it! I can't believe it slipped my mind. Ohh, speaking of which, my brain feels like it's been boiled by hot water."

After getting Douglas out of the testing room, Dr. Werton took him to the office of Ms. Ambercomb, owner of the company. She had dark graying hair styled in a bun and wore a red business coat with a matching skirt. A pearl necklace nestled in her cleavage.

"Oh gee, uh, like, what's wrong with me, miss? You know, besides being a woman." said Douglas, now wearing a white bath robe and sitting across Ms. Ambercomb at her desk.
"Mr. Winters, I'm afraid you weren't informed about the information in the newspaper ad. The faded text you couldn't read mentioned this procedure was asking for female volunteers only. We only let you go through with the procedure because we hadn't aquired any male test data and we thought you wanted to become a woman." explained Ms. Ambercomb.
"Isn't that just great! So what about my brain!?"
"Well, it seems the formula for the brain liquid only works on subjects who have always been female. Your Y chromosome cause some disruption once your gender was changed. Instead of becoming smarter, you've become well...dumber in a sense. There's no way the current brain liquid can fix this."
"Oh gawd damn it! You, like, better fix this!"
"I'm afraid the process is irreversable, Mr. Winters."
"Irre...Irrever...Irrevers...able?" Douglas questioned.
"You....can't change back." Ms. Ambercomb said, hoping she would understand.
"Well...find some way to make this better or I'll...file...a law suite on this company!"
"You mean lawsuit?"
"Yes, that's what I meant." she said, feeling stupid.

Ms. Ambercomb sat up from her chair and walked around her desk over to Douglas.

"Mr. Winters..." Ms. Ambercomb started berfore being interrupted.
"You might as well, like, call me Ms. Winters since I'm gonna be stuck like this." she said annoyed.
"If you insist, Ms. Winters. As I was about to say, we here at FemChemEnhance Labs wish to fix you up with a new life."
"Wait, did you say FemChe..." she tried to ask, but was cut off by Ms. Ambercomb.
"We can't afford to be sued. We've spent so much money developing this chemical that we would lose any means to make it if we would to lose in court. We'll set you up with a new identity, a new job here at my company, and we'll even pay you triple the amount of money promised in the newspaper ad."
"You mean I get...uh...thirty thousand dollars?"
"That is correct."
"But what job could I do here? I don't know any...science stuff. Oh, and what about my family? Like, they'll be surprised about me being a woman."
"I shall contact your family and explain your situation. As for you job here... Well, we could use a spokesmodel to promote the enhancement treatment."
"Spokesmodel? You mean, like, pose for magazine ads and junk?"
"That and everything else involved. Do you need time to think about it?"
"Well, thinking kinda hurts now and I guess I have no choice really. So, like, yeah, I'll totally do it." Douglas tried to smile.
"So it is decided," Ms. Ambercomb clapped her hands and smiled, "I'm glad we could come to a deal. Now let's get you a new name and some clothing. I'll have Alyssa go with you to the mall so you may buy a whole new wardrobe. You two can take my private limo."

An hour later Douglas Winters stepped outside as Dana Winters. She wore a small white t-shirt that revealed her belly, the FemChemEnhance logo spread across her chest. Her blue jeans hugged the curves of her legs and she walked in a pair of pink running shoes. Underneath were a matching white bra and panties. Dana looked at the company logo on her shirt.

"FemChemEnhance? But the sign out front said..."

Dana looked over at the company sign in front of the building. The bushes around it were pefectly trimmed now showing the full name of "FemChemEnhance Labs: Finding the beautiful woman you want to emerge." Dana let out a sigh, realizing how stupid she was before becoming a bimbo. She walked over to the limo where Alyssa waited and hopped inside.

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12:40 AM

Request Story for jwargod: Can't Keep Me Down Part 4

The final part. I meant to include this in the last part, but it would've been too long for a single blog post. I also want to include these three pictures I ran across that closely resemble the main character's transformed appearance.

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George made his way through the crowds making sure not to lose sight of Veronica. He could see her leave the mall through one of the exits and quickened his pace causing his heels to click and clack faster. Stepping outside, George could still see her on the sidewalk surrounding the mall deserted area. George wondered how Veronica could move so fast. If she could get to her car before he could catch up to her, then he would have to come back to the mall the next day. George was certain he didn't want to go through that experience again. He was just about to catch up to her.

"There you are!" yelled a voice.

George turned his head slighty to the right from where Veronica was. His eyes wide with alarm, George quickly hid behind a nearby dumpster. The voice came from the man from the bus earlier. George peeked his head out and watched what would happen.

"Hey, can't you hear me whore?" said the man.
"Excuse me!?" responded Veronica, offended as she turned towards the man.
"Wait, you're not that hooker Gina. You have an afro just like her though. Oh well. I guess you'll have to do."
"Do what?"
"Okay, how much for a moment of your time?"
"Do you think I'm a prostitute!?"
"Baby, you sure look like it."
"Fo yo info-mation, I ain't no hooker!"
"You sure dress it though," he said approaching closer to Veronica, "Maybe I could still convince you..."
"How many of you men do I gotta run into?"

George watched as Veronica extended her arm and pointed at the man in the same way she did to him when he was cursed. However the man grabbed Veronica's arm and lead her down a nearby alley. George knew what was going to happen to her. George got out from behind the dumpster to help Veronica, but then stopped. What could he do in a body like Gina's to fight off that man, he thought. Noticing something sticking out of the dumpster, George pulled out a rusted steel pipe and hurried toward the alley.

Entering the alley, George could see Veronica on the ground. Her face was beaten and her nose was bleeding. As the man was unbuckling his belt, George approached him behind. Lifting the pipe into the air, George whacked it on the man's head as his pants dropped to his knees. He turned around holding his head only to recieve a swiping blow to his face from the pipe. The man fell over instantly and now lied on his side holding his head in a daze before passing out. George dropped the pipe and went to help Veronica stand up.

"Oh my God, thank you so much!" said Veronica.
"It was the right thing to do." said George.
"Ah think ah completely misjudged you as a man."
"What do you mean?"
"After what ah did to you I thought you would be the last person to save me."
"Yo welcome."
"How can ah ever repay you, honey?"
"You can start by tellin' me how I can get mah old life back." he said, a little anxious.
"I'm sorry," she said with a look of concern, "Like ah said before, there ain't no way to reverse my curse. There's nothing I or anyone else can do."
"What am ah supposed to do then? Ah can't live a life where everyone thinks I'm some hooker livin' in a cruddy apartment! I'm sorry ah judged you based on how you were dressed, but you had no right to punish me like this! After today I know what it feels like to be mistaken for some cheap whore."
"Don't worry, honey. I wanna make it up to you. Take me to my car and we can talk some mo at my home."

George looked at the man on the ground.

"What about him?" asked George, suspecting what the man's fate might be.
"This piece o' trash nearly raped me. If you asked me, ah say he deserves my curse. What do you say, honey?"
"Go fo it, girl." said George, feeling no sympathy for the man that could have did the same to him.
"Ah think ah make it more instananeous this time."

Veronica pointed her finger at the man and almost instantly he transformed from a muscular man with brown hair into a frail and curvy woman with blonde hair. His shirt turned intoa hot pink tube top with no bra and his jacket shrunk and became black leather with white fluff around the collar. His pants went back up his legs and became a short mini skirt while his new pink thong slid down her legs. His socks were now black fish net stockings and his shoes became sleek black leather boots with a four inch heel. The new woman has a pretty and a generous pair of breasts with a nice ass.

"Ah think she'll have no trouble fitting into her new life." said Veronica.
"What's his name?" asked George.
"My magic tells me she used to be Kyle Sanders, a full time drug dealer and not very kind to women. Now she is Krystal Star, a well known prostitute and very submissive.
"Fitting punishment."

The two women left Krystal in he alley where she would later wake up with little resistence to her new life. George brought Veronica to her car and drove to her home.

3 Months Later

Her new life had started rough, but George was getting used to things now as Gina and had to accept he would forever be a woman. As she walked down the sidewalk carrying a bag of groceries she was still being stared at by men, but not in the same way as before, like any other woman. Since George gained control over himself as Gina she kept her appearance as far away as she did as a hooker. Her face was lighty applied with makeup. Eyeliner, purple eye shadow, and red lipstick. Instead of the afro, her dark hair hung down her back and over her shoulders. Her clothing was far less revealing, but still showed off her generous curves. The outline of her bra could be seen under the white blouse that covered her G-cups. The first few buttons were undone to show her cleavage. She wore matching panties that were covered by skin tight jeans that seemed painted on, still showing a hypnotic sway from her hips and bubble butt. The clicking in her step was provided by the knee high black boots with a three inch heel.

Since the day George saved Veronica, she offered George to live with her in her apartment. George had even agreed to work at her store while she recovered from her assault. Now the two work together. George had to admit that Veronica's apartment was much nicer than the one he found himself in. It was in a nicer part of town as well. Entering the building, George made her way up to the fifth room on the third floor. With her free hand George unlocked the door with her key and entered the room where she was greeted by Veronica, who was wearing a spagetti string tank top with denim short shorts. Her hair still styled in an afro.

"Hey, Gina sweety, back already?" Veronica said with a smile, watching television on the couch.
"Veronica, ah thought ah told you call me George when we're in the apartment." George said, putting the bag of groceries in the kitchen.
"Sorry, honey, it's just that you been so much fun as mah roomie these last few months."
"I'm surprised myself. Who ah thunk we get along so well." she said, putting away some groceries.
"Ah just wish you didn't have to go an' change yo wardrobe, girl."
"You know I wasn't feelin' right like that. Besides, ah didn't want anyone to thnk we got a twin thang goin' on."

The two women laughed.

"Ah know ah can make ya show some skin if we go clubbin' tonight." said Veronica.
"Nuh uh, girl. I should be studyin' fo mah computer repair classes. You know I'd like to get mah old job back." George said putting away the last of the groceries.
"That's no excuse not to have a little fun tonight."
"Well... Ah have been wantin' to relieve some stress lately."
"Mmm hmm, I knew you'd come around, honey. You gonna find a man tonight?"
"Ah don't think so, darlin'. This woman still has a thang for other fine ladies."
"Uh huh. Sure...Gina."
"What did ah say!?" she said annoyed.

George and Veronica prepared themselves to go out that night. Veronica dressed in a strapless short red dress while George put on a black dress with short sleeves with open area to show her magnificient cleavage. The two women left the apartment, walking out in matching five inch ankle strapped heels to Veronica's car. Now that they were out of the apartment, George couldn't get mad at Veronica for calling her Gina.

"So, Gina, what's one thing about this life that's better than yo old one?" asked Veronica.

George looked over at Veronica and smiled with her bright red lips.

"Ah learned not to judge people by their appearance." she laughed.

The two woman continued to walk as a man named Bert passed by them heading toward his own room. He couldn't but stare at the two sexy black women as they smiled at him. He continued to stare as they walked away, their hips moving in perfect sync.

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1:09 AM

Request Story for jwargod: Can't Keep Me Down Part 3

Seeing how much space this might take up for one blog post, this story will definitely conclude in the next part.

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George walked through the mall, the clicking sound of his heels almost drowned out by the voices of the people crowding the place. He was well aware of the stares he was recieving as the scantily clad volumptious black woman he appeared to be. Left and right he could see the stares of everyone young and old. Stares of lust, disgust, and surprise. Passing by an African American woman, George could see her cover the eyes of her son and daughter. The woman herself gave George a look that could have said "don't you have any decency?" George felt embarassed on the inside, but he knew on the outside Gina could care less about what anybody thought of her. So he continued through the mall looking for the store "Veronica's Erotica."

"Damn! Where is it? Dear lord, what if I never find it? What if I have to stay like this? What if I...I..." thought George before he was interrupted.
".....vah......nd it..." lingered a voice in George's thoughts.
"What was that?" thought George, confused.
"...Yo.....nevah...." lingered the voice again.
"What's going on!?" George yelled in his mind.
"YO NEVAH FIND IT!" the voice exploded in George's brain.

Holding his head in pain, George made his way through the crowds, almost knocking people over. He eventually found his way to a restroom with a single toilet, sink, and mirror. Looking at his reflection in the mirror George wondered what was happening to cause this voice to pop up in his head. He could have sworn it sounded like...

"Yo damn right it sounds like me!" said the voice in his head. A voice he had heard himself speak so many times already.
"It can't be," thought George, "Gina?"
"You better believe it, sugah!"
"How? I thought you were just some personality I was forced to speak as?"
"Ah am. The thought of you being stuck as me is causing you to lose yo mind."
"It is?"
"Honey, if you didn't notice, you have two different people talkin' in yo head."
"What's happening to me? I thought I gained control over you..."
"Unless you wanna have a nervous breakdown, I suggest you walk mah fine ass back home and be the whore this curse has made you to be."
"No... I may have this body and a different life, but all I have left of my old self is my thoughts. I refuse to give that up."
"You will."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"

George couldn't take anymore.

"NO!"

George screamed out and smashed the mirror with his fist. Then again....and again. He ripped the shards off the broken frame, cutting his right hand. He dropped to his knees, almost crying. He continued to sit there in silence with his eyes shut. After a few minutes George opened his eyes.

"Is... Is she...gone?" he spoke in his feminine voice. "I'm still me. I'm still thinkin' like myself...me...George." he said, his eyes growing wide.

He was able to say his old name. Ever since he had become Gina, George had never been able to speak his old name. Standing up, he realized he need to test his speech.

"Hi there, sugah. Mah name's George Carnville and ah worked with computers, but thanks to some dumb ol' curse by some bitch I'm now the fine and sex-ay ex-prostitute Gina Kinks." he said, felling overjoyed. Even though he could finally speak of the curse he still spoke in Gina's dialect. Regardless, he believed he had beaten the mental capabilities of the curse.

Washing his bloody hand in the sink, George wrapped some paper towels around his hand. Hopefully nobody would notice as he tried to find the store. Feeling more sure of himself than before, Geroge walked out of the restroom. Now that George's personality was in more control than Gina's he was even more aware of how his hips were gyrating back and forth along with the bouncing of his huge breasts. He couldn't help but show Gina's face blush with embarassment. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let Gina's personality be in a little more control, George thought.

After suffering more judging stares and whistles from strangers on the first floor, George found himself at the end of the mall on the second floor where the crowds had died out. This was due to a bunch of closed shops all grouped together that had gone out of business. Except one. George looked up and saw the sign of the store read "Veronica's Erotica." He quickly rushed in. Instantly he recognized it as a sex shop. Every kind of porno, sex toy, and fetish was definitely sold here. Before George could walk further through the store he heard a voice and looked over to where it came from.

"Sorry, miss, but I'm closin' up for tuhday." said a volumptious black woman at the cash register wearing the same outfit he had seen her in before. It was the woman who had placed the curse on George.
"You!" yelled George.
"Excuse me?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
"You did this to me, bitch!"
"Did wha... Oh! Yes, ah can feel my magic coming from you right now. George, right? Or should ah say Gina?" she said with a laugh.
"Nuh uh, honey, you can call me George."
"What," the woman stopped laughing, "How can you refer to yo self as your old name? The curse don't allow it."
"I guess I resisted better than you thought huh?" George said with pride.
"This can't be," the woman said walking out from behind the cash register, "No one ain't ever done that."
"Well ah did bitch and ah also experienced everthing I thought you were. So does that mean you can go and lift this curse off me now?"
"Ha! What made you think that, girl? Ah only told you to come here so ah could see how you turned out. I must say, you become one fiiine woman."
"Are you sayin' I'm stuck like this?"
"Damn right you are, sweety! That's how the curse I learned from mah momma works. Its not like some ass like you deserves to have yo old life back." she said with a laugh.

The woman pushed George out of the store as she walked out herself and locked up, using a remote to close the metal shutter.

"Bye bye, honey." said the woman walking away, leaving George in shock.
"Wait!" yelled George.
"What now?" she turned her head.
"You nevah introduced yo self."
"What do you think it is!? I own the store."
"Veronica?"
"I'm not a hooker, but ah nevah said ah wasn't nasty." said Veronica, continuing to walk away.

George stood in place until he saw Veronica in the distance heading toward the nearest mall exit. Maybe he could find out a different method to change back from her, he thought. George ran after Veronica.

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5:41 PM

Request Story for jwargod: Can't Keep Me Down Part 2

No images here in this part. I used all I was able to. This is the second part of one of few scenarios jwargod sent me in a request to write a story to. I hope this part turned out well. I plan to make the next part as soon as possible as long as the usual doesn't get in the way. The next part might also be the last part.

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George needed to get new body dressed so he eased into Gina's personality again. He knew what she liked to wear and what she was going to pick out. A mirror with a crack in one corner hung on the inside of her closet door. George saw his reflection of Gina with her impossibly curvy body. He cupped his impressive large breasts, knowing Gina was proud of them even if they caused her back problems. Slapping his tits once, George began to dig through Gina's closet. There wasn't anything designed to not show off skin. Crop tops, tube tops, halter tops, mini skirts, cut-offs, even a few corsets. There was an assortment of shoes and other undergarments. There weren't any shoes or boots below a four inch heel and any panties would be sure to crawl up the crack of Gina's large ass. He saw some stockings as well, but decided not wear any out.

He removed the fishnet stockings off his legs followed by the pink thong and then the skimpy pink bra. He pulled on a white thong that seemed just as small as the pink one and a black bra. This one fit the G-cup globes on his chest. George then pulled on a yellow tube top that squeezed tightly around his breasts and around his waist, stopping above his belly button. His cleavage was on full display and the bra straps were in plain sight. Reaching back into the closet, George pulled out denim cut-offs. They rode high on his hips and slid up his butt crack barely covering the cheeks at all. The white thong strings were still noticeably higher on his hips. The last item clothing that was put on were five inch black pumps, giving him extra height. George looked in the mirror again to see the result. He thought he was ready to go, but something was bugging the back of his brain.

He was urged to go back into the bathroom. Of course, his compulsions as Gina made him know he had to fix up his face. The trip to the bathroom made George take note of the effect the five inch heels were having on his movement. His hips gyrated in a rythmic motion that was completely different than before. His hips swished to the left and came to a halt before swishing to the right with another hefty halt. His hips swayed to the left again bumping into a table and almost knocking over a lamp. George tried to control his movement some more by walking slower, but that just made his hips move more sensually. It didn't help that his breasts were jiggling as well. Once in the bathroom George fixed up the afro the framed Gina's face. He then found himself putting on eyeliner and maroon colored eyeshadow and lipstick. He watched Gina's reflection as she blew a kiss at the mirror with her plump lips.

Before leaving the apartment, George picked up a small black purse with a thin strap. Obviously it had to have Gina's indentification and money inside. Placing the purse over his right shoulder and holding it in place, his left arm extended outward so to not bump into his hips. George couldn't feel or see himself as anyone but Gina Kinks with the way he was now. However he was determined to return to his old life.

"Time to find that lady and demand she change me back." George thought as he heard himself speak those thoughts in the only way he could.
"Time tah find that bitch an' give her ah piece of my mind!" said Gina. George expected to not be able say what he wanted to.

It was 3:31pm. Exiting the room and locking the door with the apartment key, George walked down the corridor to head downstairs. The hall was dirty as if it hadn't been cleaned for weeks. This place had to be in one of the less than ideal parts of town, George thought. As he stepped out onto the sidewalk George saw he was in a neighborhood of old aprartment complexes.

From what George could gather from his mind as Gina, she did not own a car. That meant either taking a taxi of the bus. Seeing as he didn't have enough money in Gina's purse for a cab that meant taking the bus. George walked over to the nearest bus stop. On his way over he recieved many stares from passing people.

"I should've known I would have gotten this kind of attention," George thought to himself in distress, "I can't blame them though, knowing how Gina dresses herself...or myself. Ahh! Focus George."

Arriving at the bus stop, George sat down on the bench to wait. To his left was an elderly black man reading a newspaper and on George's right was some punk skater white teenage boy. Even though he was looking forward George could feel that the two of them were making several glances in his direction. When the bus finally arrived George was more than eager to stand up. Behind George, the teen and old man gave each other an acknowledging stare meaning that both of them couldn't believe the body of the woman that sat between them.

The bus driver, who was a thin man of Chinese descent, got more than a good look at George's cleavage. George payed the bus fare and sat down near the front of the bus. The teenager sat around the middle and the old man sat one seat behind George. He couldn't help but feel that those two were still giving him glances. However the two of them would be the least of George's problems. As the bus coninued down its route, it stopped again to pick up another passenger. A muscular looking white man walked onto the bus, payed his fare and sat across from George, to his right. The man was looking at George like he had met him before.

"Well, if it isn't Gina." said the man.
"Uh..." Gina responded as it was the only thing George could muster.
"What? Don't you remember me, whore? Early this morning ring any bells?"

George tried to remember. Could he have been the one that left the money on his bed that morning, he thought. Maybe his dream of the man and woman having sex from before wasn't a dream after all.

"Yeah, I remembah you." said Gina.
"I thought you would," the man said with a smirk, "How about we do it again tonight?"
"I don't think so, honey."
"Oh," said the man now with a furrowed brow, "And why is that?"
"Because I ain't gonna be anyone's whore no more."
"Bullshit. Once a whore always a whore. What if I payed you double this time?"
"Hey," spoke the old man sitting behind Gina, "If the lady says she isn't a whore anymore, she isn't a whore anymore."
"You stay out of this, old man."

Through Gina's words, George continued to deny the man's offers. Throughout the rest of the bus ride he would not let up. When the bus finally reached the mall, George couldn't wait to get off and get away from the muscular man that wouldn't leave him alone. The moment he was off the bus, George walked as fast as he could. Unknown to him though the man had stepped off the bus as well, disregarding his destination and deciding to follow Gina to "teach her a lesson." The man's pursuit was stopped when a skateboard rolled up behind the man and caused him to slip backwards and fall to the ground. The man picked himself off the ground and saw a punk skater teenage boy walk up to him.

"Sorry, dude, I guess my I let my board slip by accident." the teen said, trying to sound convincing.

The man kicked away the board as he stood up in anger. He had lost sight of Gina.

George had already entered the mall, well out of sight of the man he didn't was looking for him. He turned his head in every direction trying to find the store the woman had mentioned to him. There wasn't a store called "Veronica's Erotica" in sight from where he stood. George thought of how foolish he was thinking he could find the store so easily. He would have to walk through the crowded mall and he was getting enough attention as it was due to his new body proportions and revealing clothing. Adjusting his top, George gathered up his courage and proceeded through the mall.

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1:27 AM

Request Story for jwargod: Can't Keep Me Down Part 1

A week ago a user on http://tf-media.net/ by the name of jwargod sent me a private message asking if I could write a story based on one of the scenarios and a few pictures he linked to me. I have never done requests before and this seemed like a chance to try it out. I don't have a title for it now either. edit: now it has a title. It was getting long for a single blog post so I thought I would post what I had now as Part 1 of it. I had to type this in my spare time so I hope it turned out well. I hope to continue working on it soon as long as college work or other caption ideas don't get in the way.

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George Carnville was a tech-support repairman at the ElecPRO division of the electronics store, Techtronic Electronics. George was a good natured man with an average build and always polite with customers. Being an expert with electronics and having patience he became the best amongst the customer service required for repairs to computers and saving hard drive data as well as installing equipment. George had just finished cleaning a virus from a hard drive when Bert, one of his co-workers, told him a customer was asking for help from the most experienced employee.

George enjoyed his work and he couldn't wait to help yet another customer. When he arrived at the frontdesk however, he was surprised at the appearance the black woman waiting for him. The woman was scantily clad in clothing that revealed most of her body. Her hair was done in an afro and her pretty face looked like she was annoyed with one eyebrow raised. Her fingernails were long and painted a dark red. She wore a tight orange vest that hugged the outline of her big breasts and revealed her cleavage. Below her midriff she wore a a very short white miniskirt that huggered her wide hips well and almost revealed her panties. Past her plump legs she wore black boots with orange fuzz at the top.

George decided to not think about the woman's attire and see what she wanted.

"Hello, m'am, how can I help you?" asked George.

"How can you help me," the woman responded in a question as if she had been offended, "My computer that you guys fixed ain't workin' at all now!"

"Well, I'm sure if you bring it in we can take another look at it."

"Oh, nuh uh! I wanna refund!"

"Miss, I'm afraid can't do that."

"I don't want non' yo dumb excuses! I didn't spend all that mo-nay for nuthin'. It ain't like I'm makin' mo than it cost me."

George was starting to get a little annoyed. Looking over the woman again he thought about how she was dressed.

"I guess a woman like you would have trouble getting money." said George.

"Say wha?" said the woman.

"From the way you're dress, I'd say you were a prostitute."

"Oh hell naw! You did not jus' say what I think you said!"

"I'm sorry I just..."

"What!? You think jus' 'cause I dress this way you think I'm some kinda hooker!? I ain't never had someone say that to mah face!"

"Well... I didn't mean to offend..." George was interupted by the woman, who pointed her finger directly in front of his face.

"Become what you thought me to be, experience how I get treated, know what it is like." she sad calmly.

George stared blankly at the woman as she got closer to whisper in his ear.

"Once you learned ya lesson, come to Barnsdale Mall and find the store Veronica's Erotica. Oh and you can keep the mon-nay"

George continued to stare with a blank look in his eyes. He could hear the woman walk away. By the time he snapped out of his trance the woman was long gone. He shook off his encounter with the woman and went back to work.

George arrived home at his apartment after yet another day. It was a rather nice apartment that may have even been a little too big for just one person, but it was good enough for George. George got himself something to eat and watched television until it was time to go to sleep. As he lay down in bed thoughts of the black woman he had offended came back to him. He didn't mean to upset her. As he dozed off, he began to remember what she had whispered to him.

George's slumber was frequently interupted by stange images of a dream. A dream of the silhouette of a man having sex with a woman. It seemed so odd to George. He felt like he was there, like the dream was real. He felt the motions of the bodies in intercourse with each other. His thoughts were also confused by the images of his dream. George wondered why he was looking through the perspective of the woman....

The sun was shining through the nearby window, the rays of light hittings George's face. He open his eyes and saw some money placed on the bed with him. Wondering where it came from, George then noticed something strange. He was not in his apartment anymore. It was smaller, trashier, and looked like it might have an insect problem. George sat up and felt his body jiggle around in strange places. He looked down at himself and screamed in a high pitched nasally voice.

He was in the body of a black woman! George stared down at his giant breasts barely contained by the skimpy pink bra. Trying to find the bathroom of the strange new apartment, George's wider hips wiggled in a fast hypnotic sway. Finding the bathroom George stood in front of a full body mirror that was covered in smear marks. Without his breasts blocking the way, George was able to examine his body further. The mirror showed the shocked expression of an attractive black woman. Her face was covered in makeup, her ears had gold hoop earrings, and her hair was styled in an afro. George realized her face was his face!

A pink thong was all that covered his lower body besides the black fishnet stockings. His fingernails was painted pink as were his toenails. His waist had shrunk incredibly. It gave his body an exaggerated hourglass figure. His figure was greatly out of proportion. He turned around and looked at the reflection of his backside. His butt was round and bulbulous. His new ass was sticking out so much he wondered if there were any pants he would be able to squeeze on.

Turning back to look at his front, he examined his huge breasts again. Something told him they had to be a G-cup or bigger even. She took his new feminine hands and placed them on the mountainous knockers on his chest. He finally spoke.

"Oh mah lawd!" he screamed.

That wasn't right, George thought. That wasn't anywhere close to what he had wanted to say. He thought about the way he talked. It was just like the woman he had encountered the day before. What George thought was really weird was that he didn't feel out of place in this body.

"Oh my, what on gawd's green earth has happened to me? I look like one fine sex-ay woman! That lady at the store yestahday.... I know she's the one that's gone and done this to me!"

Once again it was not what George wanted to say, but the result had the same meaning. Being in the bathroom already, George sat down on the toilet and took the oppurtunity to urinate. Instantly he thought how it was odd that he knew he had to sit down in his new body. Once he finished, he wiped his vagina and pulled the pink thong back up. Washing his hands, George couldn't help but notice how dirty the bathroom was. Walking out of the bathroom, he realized something. He had just saw that he had a vagina and didn't make any reaction to it. What was wrong with him, he wondered. He felt like he still had control of himself, but then there was something else that made him the different person he now was.

He began to think some more. His knowledge of computers... He remembered it all, but he couldn't place his knowledge into words except for how to surf the internet. George didn't want to know how his situation could get any worse. Just then there was a knock at the door of the apartment. George walked over to door, his hips wildly swaying side to side, a visible jiggle in his butt cheeks and a little bounce from his breasts.

Opening the door, George saw a man which he assumed was Mexican. He didn't appear to have much muscle on him, an average build. He was wearing regular street clothes of a jacket, shirt, jeans, and sneakers. George didn't recognize him. Instead of asking who he was, his words came  out in a different way.

"Raymond, I haven't seen you in'a while. What can I do fuh you?" he said unexpectedly.

"Hello Gina," replied Raymond, "I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by for a quick one."

"No problem." she said.

Gina, as George found the name of his new persona to be, lead Raymond over to an old beaten up couch where she had him sit down. As Raymond unzipped his pants, Gina dropped to the floor on her knees. George in the meantime tried his best to resist Gina's actions.

"Dead god no! Why can't I stop what I'm doing?" George thought in turmoil as Raymond's erect penis entered Gina's mouth.

"That's it, girl." said Raymond, feeling Gina's mouth and tongue wrap around his dick in repeated motions.

"Hmmm..." said Gina, her pussy getting aroused."

"God damn it, I have to stop this! I can't become some woman whose a prostitute!" George yelled in his thoughts.

"Do it, Gina, faster!" said Raymond, pushing Gina's head with his hands.

"Mmmmm!" said Gina, now sticking her fingers into her vagina.

"I...need to...fight this...." George struggled to think, feeling Gina's pressence become stronger.

"Oh yeah," said Raymond, "I think I'm going to-AAAHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

Raymond pushed Gina away, she had bitten his dick. George let out a mental sigh of relief. He had managed to fight Gina's actions. Raymond held his penis in pain, she had barely broke the skin. He looked at Gina who was now standing.

"Get yo' ass out of here! I ain't gonna be nobody's whore no more!" yelled George, once again not in his words but Gina's interpretation.

"Gina, baby, what the hell!? You've always loved my dick!" said Raymond, confused.

"Not anymore I don't! You get on out ah here and you cun tell anybody else ya know that Gina Kinks ain't livin' this lifestyle no mo!" said Gina, waving a finger at Raymond.

"Yes! I did it," thought George, "Not exactly 'get the hell out, I'm going to be a man again,' but it will do."

Raymond quickly zipped up his pants and left the apartment. George felt himself breathing heavy, his breasts rising and falling.

"So I'm in the body of a woman named Gina Kinks huh," thought George, "Maybe now I can find that lady and have her change me back."

Before George could act out what he thought, he took in his current appearance. He was still practically wearing nothing but the pink bra and thong and black fishnet stockings, his pussy was dripping wet, and he had a small taste of semen in his mouth.

"Ah think I'm gonna fuckin' puke." said Gina, almost exactly saying what George was thinking.

Feeling more in control of his new body named Gina Kinks, George returned to the bathroom and put soap and mouthwash in his mouth to try and get rid of the taste of cum. After an hour of washing his mouth, George put his attention on his next problem. This body was horny. Letting his Gina persona take over a bit, he found a vibrator in a drawer next to the bed. It wasn't something he could ignore, so George went to work on his pussy. New sensations of pleasure overcame George as he eventually abandoned the vibrator and placed all of his fingers inside himself, hearing the feminine pleasure filled screams of Gina.

George opened his eyes. He had passed out form the pleasure. The clock on the wall above the bed showed it was 2:45pm. George needed to get over to that store in the mall the woman had whispered to him, but he hadn't even ate yet. Leaving the bedroom, George made his way over to a small dirty kitchen. He opened the fridge to recieve an awful smell. A carton of milk had gone bad. Pulling out a carton of orange juice, he shut the fridge door. Opening a cabinet he found a box of cereal. Any spoons or bowls hadn't been washed so George decided to eat straight from the box. He then washed it down with the orange juice, which he also drank from the carton directly. Wanting to fill up his stomach a little more, George grabbed the only good looking banana from a tray of them that was laid out. Before biting into it, he found himself sucking on it a little. Apparently he wasn't able to get rid of all of Gina's tendencies.

After he finished eating, George went over to Gina's closet to find something to wear. There wans't anything not revealing. George let more of Gina control his actions in order to get dressed. He was determined to get out of this mess.

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9:42 PM