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. 

GGR - Video - "Punishment"

 This goes out to That One Guy!, hope you enjoy!

 

"I still can't believe they think this is a punishment..." Jessie mumbled to herself while bringing up her phone camera. She tugged down the front of her top revealing her soft teal bra beneath...then moved to tug that down as well...

Formerly a man named James, he frequented the lingerie section at the local department store. He didn't do anything outwardly against the store rules or law, but a man creeping around intimate apparel like that made both customers and staff nervous. The store manager warned him about his behavior once, but he correctly pointed out that he wasn't doing anything "wrong" and that men can shop for lingerie too. What if, for example he was shopping for his girlfriend?

He was released that day, but the store manager had a plan. She had a staff member carefully slip a thong into James's coat pocket, with the tag setting off the alarm when James later went to leave. Security nabbed him and, despite his claims of innocence, the manager had James arrested. The manager would be justified in banning him from the store...

...but the store's corporate offices had a different idea. They had recently struck a deal with Good Gurls Rehab and decided to make James into an "example" to deter future shoplifters. James became Jessie...and Jessie was hired at the store she once "shoplifted" from. If she wanted to be around the lingerie, the corporate leaders thought, then they'd give her a good reason.

"A year in this body, wearing lingerie, handling new lingerie, helping other women find lingerie... I mean c'mon, I would have paid them for this..." she mumbled to herself in the car. With a deep breath, she put her new breasts away, checked herself in the mirror, and headed into the store for her first day on the job...

Underground Swap Clinic - Animated GIF - Sourcing Inventory

 This admittedly got really dark. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

"Um, hi Dr. Cress," Lacy said from the doorway to the exam room. Dr. Cress took a moment to look up at her, clearly distracted by whatever he was thinking about. "I didn't...see anyone else, so I just, let myself in."

"Ah, Lacy, yes, quite alright," Dr. Cress steeled himself into professionalism and motioned for Lacy to come have a seat. "As I...mentioned on the phone, the glue used in your new crown from last week is...defective. I'm going to replace it at...no cost...and this was the only time I could...get you back in. I can...handle it myself so I...let my staff go for the evening..."

"Oh, ok," Lacy said, a little hesitant, but trusting, as she sat down in the chair. "So what would have happened with the crown if I didnt..." Before she could finish, she felt as sharp prick in her neck. "Mmm! MMPH!" she shouted into Dr. Cress's hand as he injected a sedative.  

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Dr. Cress said in a pained tone, holding back tears of his own as he kept her pinned down. Soon, she got weak...then limp...then was out altogether. Dr. Cress just stared at her for a moment, trembling, then jumped up to go alert the "collection crew".

A moment later, three men in dark clothing entered. Two entered the room and quickly carried Lacy out to their van. The third stood with Dr. Cress for a moment. "She's a solid get. We'll abandon her car a few blocks up and scatter her belongings. Won't be traced back to you." Dr. Cress, still trembling but trying to hide it, simply nodded. "Three, maybe four more, depending on 'quality', and we'll call our arrangement even. But I do have to say, you're well-positioned to make this a paying gig after. Maybe move to an office in a rougher neighborhood. Hell, you could even paint that as charitable. Makes the cover up easier..." Dr. Cress just nodded again. The man put his hand on Dr. Cress's shoulder and nodded back.

 Once they left, Dr. Cress broke down...his gambling debt just cost a poor young woman her body...

(One Month Later)

 "Fuck! This is so god damn hot..." 'Lacy' muttered as she kissed her boyfriend, Steve. She was working her clit while he was feeling up her breasts. 

"This is a good body, I'm liking this," Steve broke away to say quickly.

"It's fine, I guess," 'Lacy' replied, pausing for a moment. "A good starter body, but I want to go a little younger...bigger tits...younger, you know?"

"Whatever you want babe!" Steve assured her with a smile. "I'll make the call to my guy..."

"Well hang on, this pussy is fucking amazing, so I definitely want to keep it," 'Lacy' added. "Way, way, way better than that old cock ever was..."

"Gotcha, well, we'll 'part' out your new additions then. My guy has been working with this dentist across town, gets us primo new inventory. I'll tell him to have his dentist be on the looking for young blondes...and maybe, double d?"

"Triple. I don't want to keep doing this, it's risky. Let's just go all the way right now," 'Lacy'  corrected.

"Triple for my babe," Steve replied with a smirk. 'Lacy' pulled him in close to resume making out...and then quickly transitioned to fucking...

Meanwhile, the real Lacy was in a "spare parts" body, wishing the nightmare would end... 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Golf Handicap

 

"Oh ho ho, I'm about to go up three strokes with three holes to play," Sandy teased Bill as they reached where their balls had come down after their last shots.

"You've got...three holes," Bill tried to tease back, but his grumbling made his attitude clear. 

"Gross dude," Sandy shut him down as she walked up to her ball. "What was the deal again?" she asked as she surveyed the shot, knowing full well what it was but really rubbing her success today into Bill. "Your truck vs. a blowjob? Stupid bet man...I've never even given a blowjob before. And I don't...intend...to start...now..." she trailed off as she lined up her shot. A little wiggle of her ass after a practice swing.

The two golf buddies were on the course the day of the Great Shift. Sam swapped with a "beer cart" girl - young, pretty, petite. Bill swapped with a tall, gangly caddie, also getting younger but at least still a man.

When the world started to return to normal and the golf course opened back up, they both came...and both were terrible. Their old clubs were the wrong lengths for their new bodies. Sandy had lost all of her driving power. Bill was so shaky with his long limbs that he could barely putt... But Bill won the first couple of rounds they played, even if both their scores were terrible. Today, a scorching hot one, he decided to make things interesting with a wager - his brand new pickup truck vs. a blowjob from Sandy. He knew he had to bet something worthwhile or she'd reject it outright...and she accepted.

What Bill didn't know is that Sandy had been taking lessons each day after work. When she drove it to the green on the first hole, Bill knew he might be in trouble...

Now, three down with three holes to go, Sandy lining up her swing...he got desperate. He poked her ass with his own club just as she swung...and sent her ball into the water.

"Hey! That's cheating! I get a mulligan!" she shouted, fetching a new ball from her bag and dropping it on the same spot. 

What Bill didn't know is that Sandy's new feminine horniness was getting to her...and win or lose, he'd probably be getting that blow job and then some. Now, it was just the difference between doing it back at her place or in her new truck... 

Good Gurls Rehab - Animated GIF - A Long Four Years

 This one goes out to Andrew, hope you enjoy!

Amanda was muttering under her breath as she walked. Just one more hour today and she could go home...get out of these heels, take off this skirt, rip off off this bra... And then she just had to keep it up every day for four more years after this... As she went to step onto the elevator, she accidentally dropped her stack of papers. Keeping her legs together to avoid any kind of "exposure" incident that might result in a longer punishment, she knelt down, swearing under her breath, as she gathered them back up...

Andrew was an office HR nightmare. He flirted, way over the line, with pretty much every female employee. His sex life was frequent and loud. A lesser employee would have been fired long ago...but Andrew was the best in the region at his job. 

One day, a new female employee joined the company. She didn't know about Andrew...and did not take his advances well. Her sister worked for Good Gurls Rehab and the call was put in that same day. The company capitulated to the growing power of GGR and gave Andrew a choice - Accept their punishment, or be fired and blackballed from the industry...plus face potential law suits from every female staffer he ever harassed. Andrew didn't see much choice except to become Amanda...

Four years of this punishment was deemed fitting. Turned into a woman...the exact kind of hot, busty one he used to harass...and be forced to dress extremely skimpy to experience what it was like to endure that kind of attention. The other office staff didn't make the new Amanda's life any easier, either. The men ogled him, the women made his life even harder...phoning in every possible violation they witnessed... And this was only week two.

"Looking good there Andrew...ah, Amanda," Will, a coworker in the same position who got promoted after Amanda started her punishment,  commented as his eyes were clearly on the squatting Amanda's ass. 

"Oh, heh heh, sorry..." Amanda sheepishly replied as she stepped onto the elevator. Will just behind her. As it started to go down, Will suddenly hit the "stop" button. When Amanda went to question him, he pressed himself against and forced her against the wall of the elevator. Told her that if she screams or tries to tell everyone, he'll reveal that well-hidden account he found that she had started years ago. Asked how many years she thinks that would add to her sentence if it were to become public. Amanda just froze.

Will turned her around. Lifted her skirt. Tugged her panties to the side... This was going to be a LONG four years for Amanda indeed... 

Role Exchanger - Animated GIF - Got Milk?

This is the first caption of our "What You Want to Experience" week. 47 requests might be a new record for me, thank you everyone who requested something! I don't think I'll be able to get to all, but but I'll do what I can! Hope everyone enjoys!

To start us out, this one goes out to fitz4prez, hope you enjoy!

"Someone yelled 'Got Milk?' at me at the park today. That's a new one..." Krystal grumbled as she recorded her walk. "Anyway, here's my outfit for the afternoon." She sighed. "He had a point with that, you know...I get it..."

She stopped recording and sighed again. Breasts bouncing with every step. Uncomfortable glances or even outright leers no matter where she goes... She didn't choose this. It was just the hand she was dealt and she's trying to make the best out of it...

 A few few weeks ago, Krystal was Chris, an otherwise average and unremarkable guy. One day, walking through this same park on his way to work, the Role Exchanger struck. Powerless as he was trapped in its blue light, he was swapped into the body of a nearby woman...then had an absurdly large pair of breasts swapped in from yet another woman. His neck and back were already hurting before the light of the RE even released him...

Now Krystal, she had little choice but to move on with her life as best she could. The woman she swapped with initially offered to trade clothes, but her breasts were so much smaller that nothing fit. Krystal didn't have the money for the heavy duty bras she would now need or new outfits that could accommodate  her new chest...so she had to make due with clearance sales and thrift finds. 

Wanting to document her situation and maybe help others in similar ones, she decided to start recording her experiences on social media and developed a solid following. She knew her new chest was certainly part of it...but, she thought, at least it was good for something...

Today, while filming her walk to work and outfit update, the "Got Milk?" guy really struck a nerve. She opened the app back up and recorded some more:

"You know what, I'm just trying to live my life here. I didn't ask for this. I can't undo this. And what I'm experience right now is what millions of women everywhere experience every day! My body, even when I'm not trying to be, is sexualized. That's not ok.  I'm not going to cover up out of discomfort, or to make anyone else more comfortable. This is my body now and I'm going to live my life!"

It was her most popular video so far. She was proud...until she realized the animated speech caused one of her boobs to pop out of her dress a little bit...just enough to compromise her even more... 

Good Gurls Rehab - Animated GIF - Breaking the "Bad Boy"

(I absolutely could not get this GIF to post here directly, and it's either too big or keeps breaking on image hosting sites, so above is a still. You'll just have to use your imagination today...)

"I have rights! This can't be legal!" Zane shouted as the two massive Good Gurls Rehab security officers led him down a hall toward a secluded cell. He fought and twisted, but his petite new female form was no match for the two of them.

"You want to be a trouble maker? This is what you get," one of the guards grumbled as he opened the cell.

"This is a 'game' we like to play with feisty ones like you..." the other added as he hand-cuffed Zane through the cell bars.

"Hey... HEY!" Zane shouted as the first guard knelt down and removed Zane's panties with a rough tug. Zane tensed immediately - exposed, vulnerable... These two guards could do anything they wanted to him right now and he'd be powerless to fight back. He began to whimper and tremble...that realization, plus his new female hormones, overwhelming his masculine urge to fight back. The standing guard then handed a folded white object to the kneeling guard, who placed it with practiced ease around Zane's waist. It was an adult diaper...

"You want to rebel? Well, here is your chance. That liter of water you had to drank after being swapped should be making its way through you soon..." the first guard began.

"So you'll spend the next hour here," the second guard added as he stood back up with a devious smirk. "You hold it that entire time? We'll cut your sentence in half."

"But if we come back and that diaper is wet?" the first guard took back over, as if they had done this routine dozens of times. (They probably had.) "Double your sentence."

"And maybe we talk to the techs about adding another fun swap, too," the second guard continued. "Heavy flow periods? Lop-sided breasts?"

"Or we stick with the pee theme and give you a weak bladder," the first guard interjected. "Dribbling pee pee from your little puss puss for your entire sentence? It'll drive you mad..."

One guard started a timer on his watch as they walked off laughing. "Your one hour starts now! You better be dry when we come back..."

Zane struggled against the cuffs, but they held tight. Despite his changed body, the feeling of a filling bladder was the same...and started almost immediately. Zane tugged and twisted at the cuffs. Cried a little. Crossed his legs tightly and tried again to get free...

...But soon, his new anatomy just couldn't hold back the floodgates. The tough-as-nails delinquent cried as he peed into his diaper... Another "bad boy" broken by "Good Gurls Rehab... 

Medallion of Zulu - Animated GIF - Could Have Been Worse...

 

The burglar slammed the door shut, leaving Nico sitting there, tape-gagged, wrists bound to a pipe beneath the sink. Yes, that could have been even worse... He was in his favorite "borrowed" female form, after all. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Hell, that burglar could have had his way with Nico and then killed him...

Instead, he just overpowered and bound Nico. Robbed his apartment. Including the lock box Kyle kept on top of his dresser. The one he bought JUST to keep the Medallion of Zulu safe while he was transformed. That burglar just picked it up and carried it would with Nico's PS5, Switch 2, lap top, cell phone...

Now, Nico had no way to change out of his favorite "borrowed" female form. He had no legal standing as this woman. From what he had read online about previous users of the Medallion of Zulu, his options were limited and grim... Try to get a fake ID. Work a job that wouldn't look too closely at his past... a strip club if he was lucky, prostitution if he wasn't... 

Before he could even get to that, he needed someone to come find him. Since he had found the Medallion, he spent all of his free time home alone transformed. Social life, gone. His job would miss him when he didn't show up...tomorrow morning...but would they do more than simply call him? On the phone he no longer has? How many days would it be until someone actually comes here to check on him? Would ANYONE come at all?

He just stared at the door...hoping, praying that someone...anyone...might come... 

Magic - Animated GIF - The Grind

 This one fulfills an anonymous request, hope you enjoy!

"Mmm...oh...yeah...mmph...mmm... That feels good, right?" Gary looked down to Lina, who looked more confused than anything. "I've read that...lesbians do this...it'll probably just take some practice..." he continued, without stopping.

"Sorry, sorry, just...stop..." Lina finally said, sliding out from under up and closing her legs. "I don't think this is something that will EVER work..."

"Lina...come on...I didn't ask for this!" Gary begged, obvious wet spot in his panties.

"I mean, not literally, but you still kind of did," Lina explained, reach for her bra and dress. 

"Ugh, you're taking that bitch's side?" Gary grumbled. "It was years ago! I was in college! I didn't know!"

"I'm sorry, you 'didn't know' to not take advantage of a really drunk girl? You never would have given her a second thought if she didn't come back all these years later to curse you!" Lina fired back, slipping into her bra.

"Come on...I mean...look at me!" he motioned to his panty-clad lower half. "I put the panties on for you! If you leave me, how will I ever..."

"That's your problem," Lina cut-in as she stepped into her dress and pulled it up. "I should have left you right after that 'witch' came to our apartment. I should have left you when she stuck you with a woman's lower half. And now...I am leaving you. This is a punishment for you, not me. And I'm going to go find myself a new man. A REAL man...one with a cock..."

"LINA!" Gary shouted as Lina stormed out. Cursed by a witch for something he did years before, left by his girlfriend, stuck with a feminine lower half... This was a very fitting punishment for someone like him... 

Bodysuit - Making a Sacrifice

 Continuing our requests until the initial batch is complete, this one goes out to Zoe, hope you enjoy!

 

"This thing is..." Jeremy muttered to himself, trying and failing to get comfortable. "...absolutely ridiculous. I can't believe this is even real..."

"Tee hee..." his fiancee Shandra giggled. "Do you mean the suit or the outfit?"

"Both..." Jeremy groaned, tugging at the bustier top and then the tight pleather shorts. 

"How does it feel though, really?" Shandra asked, scanning him over. "I mean it looks... like, you ARE this woman. That all looks so real."

"Well, it feels real..." Jeremy explained, turning and running his hands over the bodysuit. "The skin is just as sensitive as my own. These boobs are heavy. These clothes feel tight...I can feel the shorts getting sucked in between my legs like..."

"Heh, tee hee..." Shandra interrupted him unintentionally by giggling as she watched. "Sorry, but you look so uncomfortable, haha."

"I've ever even seen you wear something this tight and revealing, and yet here I am, my first day with the suit..." Jeremy complained.

"Well, you wanted to help save money for the wedding and weren't getting much at the bar in tips in your actual skin..." Shandra reminded.

"I just didn't expect THIS to be a real solution..." Jeremy countered. "Your brother really works on these for a living...and let us borrow one..."

"I can tell you this, you'll get more in tips in that body, in that outfit, tonight that you would all week in your own, so...that'll help with wedding funds..." Shandra reminded him.

Jeremy sighed and reached up behind his neck. "I hate that the zipper absorbs like this...makes me feel trapped..." The back of his neck just felt like any other patch of skin...slightly more sensitive than usual given his temporary female anatomy.

"All we have to do is unlock it via the app on your phone," Shandra reminded, handing him his phone. "So don't worry about it. Just go in there, be the hot, sexy bartender you are now, and bring home enough to cover the open bar at the wedding." 

He shoved the phone...as much as it would fit anyway...into one of the tight pockets of his shorts. They embraced, and Jeremy headed off for his shift...

It was uncomfortable, in multiple definitions of that word, but it was profitable. It was worth it - all the stares at his enhanced chest, at the cameltoe between his legs, the awkward flirts by male patrons - when he took home three time what he makes on the same kind of night in his guy form. 

When he arrived home, he showed the stack of cash to Shandra who was thrilled. This plan really was going to work...and then she asked him to take off the suit so she could "thank him properly" for making this sacrifice for their wedding...

...but the phone was no longer in his pocket. It must have slipped out during his shift. The searched the apartment, the bar, his car...but it was gone. No where to be found.

They went to Shandra's brother...but he couldn't help. For security reasons, only the app on the phone of the wearer could lock/unlock the suit. He explained that Jeremy would have about 72 hours to find his phone and unlock the suit...before it bonded to his skin permanently... 

Underground Swap Clinic - A Real Piece of Shit

 This one fulfill an anonymous request, hope you enjoy! (Warning: Dark as fuck)

"Every so often, I feel about doing this..." the man said to Paul a he shoved the dirty panties Paul had been wearing into his mouth. Paul could only whimper into them and tremble. "But you, you were a REAL piece of shit. Your own daughter, man? That's beyond fucked up." The man applied a healthy amount of tape over Paul's mouth. "We'll definitely make sure to highlight that to potential buyers. Some of them will pay up just for the chance to punish you themselves..." Satisfied, he left the room - Paul chained to the floor, naked other than the tape, in his daughter's body, whimpering and cold...

Paul was never a good father or husband. Paul was in and out of jail for minor crimes, worked for some bad people, and got in deep debt with those people too...  His wife left him as soon as she could, taking Alice with her.A few years later, his wife got sick and passed away. The state brought Alice, now a teenager, back to him despite his criminal record.

They did not have a good relationship. Alice got in legal trouble of her own, ran away a few times, tried to snitch on Paul and the work he did for the "bad people"... But she always ended up right back with Paul. One day, the debts got too high for Paul to pay down with the illicit jobs he was doing. The bad people were coming to break his legs...or worse. Paul drugged Alice and took her to an Underground Swap Clinic site. He planned to swap into her body, let the bad people take out their wrath on her in his old body, and then find a new male body after where he could simply disappear...

 Alice, however, had already made a few contacts in the criminal world.  A few of them worked for this particular site...and they helped her out. Instead of ending up in her dad's body to face punishment, they got her a different, young female body. She was the one who would get a fresh start. Meanwhile, Paul was knocked out as soon as the swap was complete. He'd be sold in an underground auction, with the money going to pay off his debts...

 (One Month Later...)

Alice, in her new body living her new life, had been invited by the wealthy couple who "purchased" her father to check-in on him. What she saw was beyond her wildest imagination...

"'She's' been in there since we brought her home," the man explained. "We've taken to calling her 'Trixie', heh. "She's force fed and watered through that tube in her mouth. Her waste is collected on the other side. And between her legs? That vibrator is set on a low setting, never enough to cum, but it changes every few minutes so she'll never get used to it. She can squirm just a little beneath the seal, but can't say, scratch an itch or tug at that corset for relief. I imagine that it's pretty god damn miserable, haha... Piece of shit deserves it though..."

Alice reached out and touched a thigh...Paul, still in there, twitched it. Now this was a fitting punishment for a real piece of shit... 

Swap Clinic - Animated GIF - Literally Never Get Tired of This...

 

Riley awoke and had that brief concern that she does every morning...was it all just a dream? Inevitably, some sensation confirms that it was not - a stray strand of long hair, a shift in the new weight on her chest, a twinge between her legs of either morning arousal or simply the need to empty a much-smaller bladder...

Regardless, she spring to her feet and headed into the bathroom. Pausing in front of the mirror, she enjoyed the sight of her nipples poking through her thin cami, sitting just above her silky sleep shorts. She gave her top a lift...her boobs a gentle but thrilling squeeze...and then bounced on her feet, smiling at the delightful "jiggle".

This was no dream. This will be every day for the rest of Riley's life... All thanks to the Swap Clinic, going from miserable middle-aged man Ryan to, well, this...

"I will literally never get tired of this..." Riley mumbled to herself, still smirking uncontrollably, as she moved to get on with her day...

Swap Clinic - Animated GIF -

 

Isla turned slowly in front of the mirror, the pink dress hugging her curves in the mirror's reflection making her heart skip with happiness. She tilted her head, examining how the neckline framed her new, gorgeous bust. This was what she had imagined womanhood would feel like - light, playful, beautiful. And yes, Normal.

Outside the dressing room door, laughter erupted, too sharp, too sudden, which caught her attention. She froze, half-dressed, and listened.

“…I mean, did you see her adjusting her bra like it was some magic trick?” giggled Amanda. “Like, honey, we all do it, but she acts like these are world-altering discoveries.”

“Shhh!” Brooke cut in, then quietly added: “But seriously. She’s trying so hard. Like, girl, we get it, you’ve got boobs now. Congrats, welcome to the club...sort of.”

"Men turned women...like permanent teenage girls, tch," Amanda added. "At least with the actual..." she paused, probably scanning the area. "...'tranny' women, they, you know, stand out..."

 "Right!?" Brooke exclaimed a little to loudly. She likely realized this as she quieted down before continuing. "The Swap Clinic ones...you can't know. Just like real women. I even heard they can have periods and get pregnant!"

Isla inhaled sharply. Something dropped in her stomach. The dress no longer felt "right". Her heart pounded as she continued to overhear their giggles and mockery. It was all a little fantasy... she wasn't "just one of the girls". This was no casual shopping trip with coworkers-turned-friends like so many women get to have. Anger born from betrayal suddenly rose within her.

She flung the curtain open dramatically, the screech of its metal rings getting the attention of everyone around. Isla stepped out barefoot, dress unzipped, one strap hanging off of her shoulder exposing her left breast tucked inside her bra cup. Amanda and Brooke spun around from where they stood a few feet away, the clothing they had tried on in hand, eyes widening as they realized Isla had heard them.

"Am I amusing to you?" Isla asked angrily. Her cheeks were flushed, not with embarrassment, but with adrenaline.

“Isla...” Amanda started in an apologetic tone.

“No,” she snapped, chin lifting. “You wanted to laugh at the 'tranny' playing dress-up, right? Well here she is. Go on. Now's your chance!.”

Brooke's mouth opened, then closed. Amanda looked down, guilty.

Isla took a breath, steadying the quake in her chest. “You invited me here to humiliate me. Not to be nice. Not to include me. And you know what? Screw you guys!.”

She turned without waiting for a reply, her unzipped dress fluttering behind her as she stormed back into the changing room. Her hands shook as she removed the dress to change back into her own clothes, eyes stinging but dry. She wasn’t going to cry. Not here. Not for them.

She caught her reflection again in the mirror as she slipped out of the dress, only in her bra and panties. She was a woman. A beautiful one. No matter what they say... Perhaps it was time to move. Get a new job. Somewhere no one knew her as anything but a woman...

Swap Clinic - Animated GIF - Trust Me

 

"Mmm...Mmm..." Olivia, formerly Oliver, lightly moaned as she made out with Lizzy. The latter slipped a hand down and felt up each of Olivia's new breasts. "Hehe..." Olivia giggled, briefly breaking away, intense arousal firing through all parts of her new body.

"I absolutely love new guys-turned-girls..." Lizzy said sensually as she moved into to meet Olivia's lips once again. "Like...sexy putty..." She ran her free hand down over Olivia's belly, resting it briefly on her thigh, then slipping it between her legs. 

"Ngah!" Olivia twitched. Her leggings and panties did nothing to hide her hot, wet pussy beneath. As Lizzy gently ran her fingers over the area, Olivia reached over and put a hand on Lizzy's thigh...then slipped it between her legs... "What..." she broke away, confused. She pressed a little more firmly and... "Do you..."

"What, you think you're the only one getting things done at the Swap Clinic?" Lizzy asked, still 'in the mood'.

"I...I'm not sure..." Olivia stammered, anxiety setting in. "I don't think I'm ready for..."

"Shh, shh, shh," Lizzy silenced her with a finger to her lip. "I'll take real good care of you...just trust me...I've gotten good with this thing and I still know all of the 'sweet spots' down there... Olivia, still a little nervous, allowed her back into to continue making out...feeling her up...putting a hand between her legs...undressing her...unhooking her bra...peeling down her panties... "I'll use my mouth first...then..." Lizzy simply trailed off, looking Olivia in the eyes, while she put up her hair and proceeded toward Olivia's new, slick slit...

Great Shift - Animated GIF - I'm Not Your Daughter

I've been kicking around an idea for this caption for a bit, then Marauder requested a "shift victim held captive by family" caption, so I combined them! Hope you enjoy!

Brock heard the snoring, but he waited...patiently...for several more minutes to make sure this girl's father was really "out". Carefully standing up, he hopped, quietly as he could, toward the window. He had tried the door in his last escape attempt, but couldn't reach the chain latch on the upper half of the door with his hands so bound. He looked out the window at the rain pouring down...plus, it was probably a good eight feet to the ground. She gripped the base of the window with her fingers and tried to lift, but it was locked in place. Suddenly, the "dad" let out a loud snore and groan...then repositioned himself on the couch without waking up. Still, Brock knew he had to think of something, fast...

Brock was working his coffee shop job on a day like any other. Usual customers, usual orders, usual conversations with his coworkers...then, everything went dark. A moment later, he found himself in an unfamiliar house...in the body of a young woman.  There were, of course, feelings of panic and even a little bit of curiosity, but Brock kept a cool head and decided to check out the rest of the house. No one seemed to be home, so he went to leave...maybe he could figure out where he was and get back to his body, or at least to his own home. Instead, as he went to open the door, a middle-aged man burst through.

"Jamie!? Oh thank god," he said as he gently pushed her back inside and then triple locked the door behind him. "I was just up the street on my way to work and then suddenly I was in Phil from next door's body! I thought about going to check on my body in my truck, but wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Look man, I don't know what happened, but I'm not...this girl, this 'Jamie'..." Brock began to explain. "I'm a guy named Brock, and I need to go so I can...

"No chance!" the man cut him off abruptly. "That's my Jamie's body...my little girl...and you and it are staying right here where I can keep an eye on it for when she comes back."

Brock looked at the large man standing between him and the door. He still wanted to get out, but at least if his current body was this guy's daughter, he wouldn't do anything to harm it, right? So he played along. He watched as the man locked every door and window in the house. He went into his bedroom...then returned carrying a shotgun. "Can't be too careful," he explained.

As day turned to night, "Dad" asked Brock to cook some food. Brock had never cooked anything...but he at least managed to heat up some hot dogs that were in the fridge. 

"Thought you had given up meat, heh," dad joked.

"Maybe 'Jamie' did, but I eat it," Brock explained. Dad just stared him down for a long moment. Brock realized that he didn't seem to like being reminded that it wasn't his daughter in his daughter's body.

While Brock cleaned up from dinner, he saw dad enter the bathroom. This was his chance... He snuck over to the door, unlocked the three different locks, and slipped outside. Boobs bouncing, wearing only socks, long hair trailing behind, he took off up the street toward what looked like a main road. It was eerily quiet and quite chilly out. Holding his exposed arms for warmth, he checked all of the street signs, but didn't recognize any of them. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be this cold out in his town at this time of year, either. However he swapped bodies, it must have sent him at least a couple hundred miles north.

"Hey there..." a male voice called from behind him. Brock turned to see a man approaching, his eyes going up and down his new body, checking it out. "Dangerous to be out here alone." 

"Leave me alone, I just want to get home," Brock countered. He stood up tall...only to realize it wasn't exactly intimidating in his current body.

"Feisty, I like it," the man replied, still approaching. Brock took a step back, but could go no further as he pressed into the pole of a street light. The man opened his jacket to reveal a large knife. "Come back to my place with me...I'll keep you safe...and warm...heh heh..."

"GET AWAY FROM YOU HER YOU FUCKER!" the girl's dad called out. Brock barely had time to turn his head before a blast from the shotgun nearly took the man's head off. Brock stood trembling as he watched the man's body collapse to the ground. "What were you thinking!?" dad shouted at Brock as he ran up and grabbed his arm. "We need to get back home! Stay locked in!"

"I'm not your daughter!" Brock shouted, pulling his arm away. "Just let me try to get home!" 

"Hmmm..." the dad grumbled. "I didn't want it to come to this, but..." he very quickly raised the butt of his gun and struck Brock in the head. For the second time that day, everything went dark...

 A short time later, Brock awoke back in the dad's house, in Jamie's bed, head aching. He tried to move, but found his wrists and ankles both bound by tape. "No...No!" he began, pulling at the restraints but failing to get free. "Help! HELP!"

"Good, you're awake,"  the dad began as he entered the room. "I was hoping we could get along, but I can't have you taking my daughter's body away. You'll stay right here, I'll take care of you, and..."

"No dude!" Brock countered, shuffling to the opposite side of the bed while still pulling at the tape. "I'm not your daughter! You can't keep me prisoner here!"

"Hmm. We'll see about that..." dad replied. "I'm not going to listen to you talk this way..." He pulled out the roll of tape and moved toward Brock.

 "No, no, c'mon man..." Brock pleaded to no avail. Unable to get away, dad covered his mouth in tape and wrapped it around his head several times. Dad, frustrated, then left the room. Brock heard him move something heavy in front of the door, trapping Brock within. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, Brock began to hop around the room looking for anything that could help. The door was barricaded shut. The window was locked tight. He dug around in Jamie's desk and dresser for something sharp to cut the tape, but couldn't find anything.

Miserable, terrified, and exhausted from the day, he finally laid down on the bed and passed out. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning...

 He awoke to daylight pouring through the window, as well as a familiar feeling in his body - a full bladder. He hopped to the door, but it was still locked tight. He managed to bang on it with his elbow and, as loudly as he could, let out a muffled shout. "MMMNNGHHHHFFFF!!"

A few seconds later, he heard dad move the heavy object and open the door. "Ah, finally awake, hope you're ready for a better day today," he began.

"Mmngh," Brock groaned into the gag. He motioned downward with his head, trying to signal that he needed to pee. 

"Ah, right, alright," dad responded. Brock hoped that he'd be unbound for this, but dad instead picked him him up, carried him down the hall to the bathroom, and stood him in front of the toilet. "Now, I don't like this any more than you, but you're staying tied up until I can trust you, so..." he explained as he tugged down Brock's pants. 

After a very awkward bathroom visit for multiple reasons, dad carried Brock into the living room and placed him onto the couch. "I'm going to make some breakfast," he began. He continued to talk to Brock as he cooked. "No cell service, no internet. Seems like this hit everyone everywhere. And Phil's body...he must have sleep apnea or something. I slept all night, but feel exhausted. Throat hurts from snoring."

Once breakfast was ready, dad picked up Brock and seat him at the table. Dad ate first, then removed Brock's gag and began to feed him. Brock wanted to resist, but he was starving... "Feeding you just like when you were little, heh," dad joked.

"Please, sir..." Brock finally said after eating about half the plate of food. "I understand you wanting to protect your daughter's body. But I'm not her. It's not alright that you tied me up. Please, just let me..."

"Hmm, I think you've had enough," dad cut in, dropping the fork and placing the tape gag back onto Brock. 

Dad read to Brock from his various magazines to pass time, then hooked up and old DVD player to the TV and played cowboy movies. "Don't want to jinx it, but it's good we haven't lost power," he mused aloud.  While they were watching one, Brock's mind racing trying to come up with ways to escape, he caught dad looking over at him.

"You know...this being Phil's body...it wouldn't be wrong if..." dad seemed to realize the dark path he was starting down on, pausing briefly. "I've always thought you were so beautiful. Since your mom left...and since our bodies aren't blood related... Yeah, I think you'll spend tonight in my bed..." 

Brock had never been more afraid in his life. Luckily, dad didn't act upon those thoughts immediately...and soon fell asleep on the couch...

Still hearing dad snoring behind him, Brock wondered if he could get to another window. Maybe it wouldn't be locked, maybe it would be as high off the ground... But he couldn't risk waking dad up. Not with what dad was planning for that night...

Then, Brock saw a couple of people walking up the street. Two men and two women. He weighed the options...they could want to do even worse things to him, but maybe they'd help him. He hopped a few steps back, then hopped a few steps forward and dove at the window, shoulder-first, as hard as he could muster. He broke through and fell toward the ground...

...hopefully these people would help him... If not, things were about to get far, far worse...

Swapped at Birth - Animated GIF - Keep This Discrete

 

Hector double checked the room number in the text message and then knocked on the hotel room door. Jenny, in a thick brown robe, using her long red hair to semi-obscure her face, opened the door and motioned for him to come inside quickly.

"I know you want to keep this discrete or whatever, and I'm totally on board, but isn't it expensive to keep renting hotel rooms?" Hector asked while she closed and locked the door. "I mean, we could just use our own places and sneak in..." 

"Still too risky..." Jenny curtly answered. "Plus, I use the company credit card. If anyone asks, your company is thinking about buying from my company." Hector simply nodded as she motioned for him to go to the bed. As he took a seat and kicked off his shoes, she hit a button to close the automated blinds and then removed the robe. "And remember, you know, the whole, 'if anyone finds out I'll kill you', thing." Her expression went from one of quiet intensity to near-glee as she approached the bed in her lingerie.

Her lips pressed to his and any hint of hesitation quickly left them both. She helped to strip Hector down, and then he quickly removed her bra and panties as well. He rolled over onto her as they continued to make out, then broke away long enough to position his hard cock to enter her slick pussy. "Mmmph..." she let out a low, sensual moan as he pressed ahead, filling and stretching her. After a few more slow thrusts to get things started, they repositioned into doggy style. He reached around cup her firm, bouncing breasts as the thrusted from behind...the moved one hand toward her pussy to rub her clit. Her breathing hastened, her moans became sharper, and she then switched positions again, this time guiding Hector onto his back while she straddled him, lowered herself onto his cock, and began riding him.

 "Ah! Ahh! Nghhh...AHHHH!" she cried out, dropping all hints of discretion. While she panted to catch her breath, he rolled her over and continued thrusting. She was lost in post-orgasmic haze as he then finished, pulling out and loosing his sticky load all over her mound and stomach. They both laid back on the hotel bed, catching their breath.

"Not that I'm complaining, but wouldn't it be easier just to publicly accept this?" Hector asked after several quiet seconds. "All of this sneaking around and hiding that you actually like all of this stuff?"

"This bitch stole my life by making us swap, stole my manhood...I'm not giving her...or I guess him now...the pleasure of knowing I like this," Jenny explained. "Plus, even though I used to be a guy, the senior bosses at work are still misogynist assholes. If I admit that I like being a woman, they'll hold me back or even get rid of me. The 'victim card' is all I have to play."

"Well, you can keep counting on me to satisfy your urges," Hector replied as he went to get up. "Need uh, a towel or something?" he asked as he walked by her toward the bathroom, looking at her cum-soaked belly.

She nodded, then he continued on. "I have uh...a vacation coming up. It's in another country. No one will know me there..." she began, causing him to pause in the doorway. "Maybe you could happen to be in that country, at the same time... Maybe we...act like a couple while we're there?"

Hector nodded and smirked. "Maybe I'll be there... Maybe it would be nice to have more than an 'afternoon quickie' session together..."

Great Shift - Animated GIF - #MILFLIFE

 

While most people around the world were devastated by the results of the Great Shift, a select minority were thrilled. 

Aimee, formerly Aidan, is one such case. He was well-known (and teased-for) his crush on Ms. Everett, the school's English teacher. He spent every moment he could in her classroom. Despite being a good student, he visited her before and after school for extra help. And though she would never act on it, the nearly middle-aged divorcee appreciated the attention in return.

More than few people at the school, including Ms. Everett, found it ironic then that she and Aidan switched bodies when the Great Shift happened. She was happy to be 18 again and curious about living life as a guy...but she was worried that Aidan wouldn't handle being an older woman quite as well.

The new Aimee surprised her (and everyone else in her life) by fully embracing the change. She spent the weeks between the shift and school opening back up playing dress-up in all of the outfits he got from Ms. Everett, learning to do her hair and makeup, and genuinely enjoying every aspect of her new body. 

She even became a little bit of a social media star, posting videos and clips of her dressing for her first day back that quickly got popular.  Though she was initially teased at school for them, others quickly became envious while a few other men-turned-women tried their own hand it. None were as successful...

 Yes, Aimee got #MILFLIFE to take off (though the new "Mr." Everett would have preferred a different name...)

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Suits Her Just Fine

 

Gloria looked down as she pondered her situation. Large, heavy, swollen breasts currently being milked. The "pregnancy fat" bulging out of her deflated belly. Short legs propped up. Clingy leggings making what she now lacked between her legs very apparent. That same area between her legs being sore from the trauma it endured not long ago...

"I used to be a man..." she muttered to herself.  Greg. Over six feet tall. Muscular. A former football player, in fact. Successful with women...very successful. And of course, a huge cock. About as long as the forearms of this current body and nearly as thick. 

That all went away when the Great Shift swapped him with a female coworker. The new Gloria was devastated, but fought through it. Learned to adapt and adjust. And there was a lot of adjusting to do now being a 5'2, busty, redheaded woman. 

Her best friend Keith was unshifted and a major help for Gloria. Someone to vent to, someone to talk walk her home after a night at the bar, someone she could trust to...get out her lustful urges...

The old Greg would have scoffed and possibly gotten violent at the suggestion of sleeping with Keith. But Gloria was a different story...

"Ok, they're down," Keith quietly announced as he came out of their infant twins bedroom. He came over and planted a kiss on the top of Gloria's head.

"Good, thank you, I needed a break..." Gloria replied. "Their next bottles will be ready when they wake up...almost done..."

"Good, good," Keith said, gently rubbing her shoulders. "Why don't you lay down and try to take a nap when you're done? I'll handle dinner tonight."

"Oh, that sounds amazing, thank you babe..." she replied as she kissed his hand on her shoulder.

Yes, she used to be a man. Yes, she still missed many parts of it. But now, two years after the Great Shift, she had found happiness in her new form. She was a wife and mother...and that now suited her just fine...

Swapped at Birth - Animated GIF - Tik Tok Superstar

 

Alisha was heading to the bathroom when she froze in the doorway, watching Mara, her brother-turned-sister film herself dancing, braless, in a short dress. "What the hell are you doing!?" she shouted.

"Agh! You ruined that take!" Mara scolded her as she stopped recording.

"You look like a total slut," Alisha quickly added. "You already ruined Jessica's life, took her body, and now..."

"No! I took my body back!" Mara corrected.  "Swapped at birth and all? This is my body! My beautiful face. My big tits. My..."

"Enough!" Alisha fired back. "You're disgusting! Just...objectifying her...that body, like a guy! You didn't need to request the swap back. She begged you not to..."

"He begged me not to," Mara started.  "And how could I pass on this? I was a short, chubby, nerdy, asthma-having guy... My life is so much better now! I'm popular, everyone wants to be around me...guys and girls...plus, look at this killer body! I could never have gotten a chick this hot! And now this is all mine!"

"You're gross! That is my best friend's sister's body and your ruining their whole family! I don't care who was born in it! You spent 18 years in those bodies. You are a guy. A gross one! Who only thinks of women in terms of...body parts!" Alisha shouted.

"Guess what? Don't care..." Mara answered. "Now, I need to get back to building a Tik Tok following if I want to be an influencer and not do any real work, so... buh-bye." She went to give Alisha a soft shove back out of the bathroom doorway... only to realize that, after a lifetime of being the "big brother", she was now a half-head shorter than her "little" sister...

Alisha didn't back down and smirked. "I watched Jessica and her sisters fight for years...and I've kind of been looking forward to doing this to you..."

"A-Alisha, just..." Mara tried to back away, but it was too late. Alisha reached up and quickly grabbed Mara's unprotected nipples through her dress, giving them each a first twist. "Ah! AHH!"

"You're going to learn to respect women and your new body!" Alisha shouted with a twisted smirk. "And you're going to pay for years of messing with me!" 

The Great Shift - Animated GIF - Immediate Threat

 

 

Derrick stepped out of the shower and headed into his bedroom, ready to dress for a day at the office. As he stared into his closet mulling his clothing options, everything went dark...

 A moment later, he found himself back in the shower. Hot water streaming down, a steamed up bathroom all around, a...man who had just thrown back the shower curtain holding a knife...

 "AHHHHHHHH!!!" Derrick shrieked, too panicked to notice the woman's voice now leaving his lips.

"AHHHHHHHH!!" the man began to shout as well, looking from Derrick, to the knife, and then back. 

Instinctively, Derrick's body reached up to cover itself...causing Derrick to notice the extra weight on his chest. "GET OUT!" he shouted, worse panic setting in as he started to realize he wasn't in his own body or own bathroom.

"¡No sé qué está pasando! ¡Yo no estaba haciendo esto! ¡Yo también soy mujer! ¡Lo... lo siento!" the man cried out in an almost apologetic tone. "Necesito llegar a casa... con mis hijos! ¿Qué les pasó?" He then ran off, dropping the knife on the ground as he did.

 The immediate threat dealt with, Derrick just stood there in the shower for several seconds. A quick glance down confirmed what he had been feeling and hearing - he was now in a woman's body, in an unknown bathroom. He turned the shower off, trembling from shock despite the hot steam all around, then stepped out. Dripping wet, he stepped toward the mirror and wiped away the condensation. Looking back was a young Latina woman. Hair up, some sort of face mask applied, modest breasts, and, yes, a pussy tucked away beneath a well-trimmed puff of hair. 

After taking a minute to collect himself, he put on this woman's robe and then picked up the apparent assailant's knife from the ground. She poked her head out of the bathroom to see a modest apartment and no one else apparently home. Holding the robe shut with one hand and keeping the knife in a ready position with the other, he moved to the window. Looking out, he saw a city he did not recognize. What signs he could see where all written in Spanish while the people running around down below appeared to be mostly Hispanic. Given the chaos he was seeing, he guessed that he was not the only person impacted by this whole "body swapping" event.

He was one of billions of victims around the world of what would come to be known as the "Great Shift". Stuck in a strange city, in a strange body, with no means of contacting anyone he knew...