GGR - Animated GIF - Intense Sensations

 

I can’t stop smiling. Not because I need to, but because this all feels so good. Just three days ago I was still a nineteen-year-old guy, another name on Good Gurls Rehab’s intake form. Outwardly, I told everyone it was about the tuition. Free college, a stable future. That was true enough. But in the back of my head? I wanted this. I wanted to know what it felt like to walk through the world as a woman.

Now here I am, strolling through the fluorescent chill of the grocery store, dressed in cutoff shorts and an oversized tee. No bra. My choice.

And...wow! The first time I drift past the coolers, the air conditioning brushes against me and my nipples tighten instantly. The sensation is sharp, electric—so much more intense than anything I knew before. And it’s obvious. Two little peaks pressing right through my shirt. I hug my arms across my chest at first, instinctively embarrassed, but then I catch my reflection in the glass door... I don’t hate it. Actually... I love it.

It’s like my whole body has become a new language I get to learn, one breath, one step, one shiver at a time. The boy I was used to crave sensations...touch, adrenaline, anything to remind him he was alive. The girl I am now doesn’t have to chase it. Just walking past a row of sparkling waters makes me tingle.

People glance at me, some quick, some lingering, and instead of shrinking, I roll my shoulders back and let them see. Not because I want their approval, but because I want my own.

Three days in, and I already know: this isn’t rehab for me. It’s freedom.

Throwback Sunday - Swap Clinic "Scratch and Dent" Series #3

Swapped at Birth Experiences - Married Men (Trio)

The Great Shift - Better Get Used To It

 

Swap Clinic - Mental Block

 

Role Exchanger - Like Father, Hopefully Unlike Son

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Confessions of a Former "Boob Guy"

 

When the Great Shift hit, I was stocking shelves in a hardware store. One blink and Stephen was gone. In his place stood Stephanie—me. I used to joke with my buddies about being a boob guy. Nothing could compare. So imagine my cruel luck when I woke up in a new body that barely filled an A-cup bra. At first I was furious. If I had to be a woman now, the least fate could do was give me something to work with.

Those first few days, I couldn’t stop staring at myself in the mirror, tugging at my shirt, wishing for what wasn’t there. But slowly I began noticing other things. My stomach was flat, my legs toned, my arms lean but strong. And when I turned sideways, when I walked past the mirror without meaning to look, I saw something else. My ass. Round, firm, alive in a way Stephen’s body had never been. People noticed. Women complimented me, men stared. For the first time I felt like I had a weapon of my own.

I leaned into it. Tight leggings, cropped shirts, movements that drew eyes without me even trying. At first it felt like a performance. Then it started feeling like me. I used to think breasts were everything. Now I know better. The confidence I get from my body isn’t about what I lost, it’s about what I learned to value. Every sway of my hips reminds me that attraction isn’t a formula. It’s attitude, it’s presence, it’s how you own what you’ve been given.

I’ll always laugh a little when I think about the irony. Stephen, the boob guy, turned into Stephanie, the woman who made peace with having almost none. And the truth is, I don’t miss them anymore. I’ve got something else that makes me smile every time I catch my reflection. Something that’s mine.

I used to love boobs. Now I love my booty.

And honestly? So does everyone else.

Throwback Sunday - Daughter of the Boss

Swap Clinic Testimonials - "Jackpot" Trio!

Medallion of Zulu - Habit of Vanishing

 

The Great Shift - Used to Fit...

 

Magic - The Hand He Was Dealt...

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Massive Stalker

 

Zzzip...

"There, there, Alyssa, no more of that nonsense..." Jordan, if that even was his real name, said after pulling the zip tie tight around Ethan's ankles. He moved and took a seat on the bed next to Ethan, gently pushing Ethan's new longer hair aside. "I'm sorry it had to come to this...if you would have just given me a shot, we could have been so happy..." 

"MMMMNGH!! NGHHAHHH!!" Ethan twisted and thrashed, shouting into the gag, but it all held tight. 

"This is how it's going to be," Jordan commanded, the knife he was holding glistening with the reflection of the bedroom lamp. "Your mine. You always should have been mine. Now think about your options here. I'll be back soon, and I expect you to be more compliant when I return.,,"

Ethan was a college freshman, a few weeks into classes for the year, going about his day like any other so far on campus. Between his morning classes, everything suddenly went dark...and a moment later, he found himself standing in the hall of an apartment building, the sound of a door closing just behind him. 

It didn't take him long to realize something was amiss. He was shorter. He felt lighter...at least in most areas. As he looked down toward the extra weight now on his chest, the long hair shifting against his neck, he was greeted by the sight of a woman's body. He shouted and backed into the door, then heard sounds of chaos from outside. Sirens, Crashes. Screams. Whatever happened, he likely wasn't alone...but also wasn't safe...

He turned and tried to get back into the apartment this woman had just come out of, but the door had a key code and he obviously didn't know it. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening across the hall got his attention. He turned to see a man..."Jordan" the man claimed...looking at Ethan with a brow raised. 

"Alyssa, everything ok?" he asked. His tone wasn't exactly comforting...more curious. 

"I, um, I'm not 'Alyssa', I'm a guy, and, um..." Ethan stammered, clearly unsure of how to explain the situation.

"Alyssa, babe, it's ok," Jordan said as he approached. Ethan backed into the locked apartment door, realizing how vulnerable he was in a woman's body. "Or...'guy'...I'm Alyssa's boyfriend. We live across the hall from each other and hit it off... Come on in, I'll keep you safe during this...whatever it is that's going on..."

Ethan didn't love it, but at least this guy seemed to know the body he was now in. Going with him seemed better than taking his chances in the hall, or going outside, so he went along.

Jordan catered to Ethan's every need. Food, drink, a sweatshirt when Ethan got cold in his new body... Will all services disrupted, there wasn't much to do. Eventually, Ethan just wanted to rest. Jordan offered Ethan his bed...but soon after, Jordan tried to join him in it.

Ethan screamed, he tried to run...but Jordan was bigger and faster. Easily bound Ethan's hands with a zip tie, gagged him, and after dragging him back to bed, tied his feet as well. Jordan brandished a knife to show he was serious...

It didn't take long for Ethan to realize that Jordan wasn't Alyssa's boyfriend, but a massive stalker. Helpless, bound and gagged on the bed, Jordan showed off his "collection" piece by piece, his twisted mind something thinking this would endear who he believed to be Alyssa to him. An old bra she threw away after the underwire popped out, a torn picture of Alyssa with her ex-boyfriend, even used period products from her bathroom...

When he was finally done, it's clear what Jordan's intent was. He didn't bother untying Ethan...believing that to be a risk...but did use the knife to cut off Ethan's (really Alyssa's) clothing...

Just one of many truly dark tales of the Great Shift... 

Good Gurls Rehab - Testimonials Trio!

Surgery - Last Vestiges

 

Good Gurls Rehab - Too Comfortable

 

The Great Shift - Into Her Life

 

Magic - Animated GIF - Looking Good Today

 

"Whoa, hey Ms. Martinez, looking good today!" the elderly neighbor Carl called out from his seat on the front porch.

"Oh, heh, thanks," Tyler replied, trying to keep up appearances while walking Archie.

"I ain't seen you dress like that since...before Brent? You finally over that loser?" Carl called out.

"Oh, yeah, totally," Tyler replied, again trying to sound as much like his aunt as possible.

But every step made it clear that he didn't have to try too hard. His aunt's hair brushing against his neck. His aunt's large breasts bouncing along...not helped by the fact that he couldn't figure out how to put on a bra...his aunt's ass rising up and down, the tight denim shorts making it clear that he had his aunt's internal anatomy between his legs rather this own external one...

Tyler's Aunt Maria was the youngest of his mother's siblings and in many ways never really grew up. Dressing, partying, living like she was still 22, not 42.  Dating hot and heavy, getting devastated when they'd inevitably leave her... Brent was her most recent breakup and she wanted to get away for a while. However, she had burned up her PTO at work for the year and needed to someone to watch her dog, Archie. After digging out her grandmother's old spell book, she invited Tyler over to see if he'd be interested dog/house sitting...with a twist.

Yes, she'd "get away for a while"...but not as herself. Tyler, a high school senior with a week left before classes started, would swap bodies with her. Go to her temp receptionist job and take care of Archie. Meanwhile, she'd enjoy being young again...and also a man. 

This was the second day of Tyler living his aunt's life. He rounded the block after walking Archie and saw a familiar car in front of his aunt's house - Brent's. Brent was up knocking on the door, begging to talk with "Maria", when he turned and saw what was apparently her approaching. This wasn't something Maria had prepared Tyler for...and he definitely wasn't ready for his borrowed body's strong reaction to the sight of Brent...

Brent would invite himself in "just to talk"...say that he was wrong for leaving Maria...and then sit closer to Tyler in her body. Tyler's male mind was screaming...but the sensations from his female body were far too tempting.

A kiss turned into making out, then into feeling up, then into stripping on the way to Maria's bedroom...

This wasn't part of the deal, but by the end of it, Tyler would consider it the best part. 

Throwback Sunday - Medallion Requests!