The Great Shift - Never Imagined

 

Birthday Month Requests - No Direction

 This one goes out to BustyTSF, hope you enjoy!

 

The Great Shift - Still Adjusting

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Take It as a "Yes"?

 

"Hey, man, err..." Will awkwardly began as he knocked on Tina's, formerly Trey's, bedroom door. "I just wanted to say..."

"You can come in!" Tina called back.

Will opened the door and stepped inside as he started to continue. "Hey, I just wanted to say I'm glad you still wanted to be roommates. I was super worried about having to find a new..." he trailed off as he noticed Tina standing there in just a towel. "Oh, sorry, you said to come in, I..."

"Relax, let's not make this weird, I'm covered up," Tina explained casually. "But yeah, it's been great living together and this is a nice place. I'd be stupid to leave just because the Great Shift made me into a chick, right?"

"Right, absolutely," Will stammered back, trying to look.

"Actually, there's a favor I wanted to ask you," Tina then began, with Will glancing over. "Look dude, I don't know how women do it, but I've been so fucking horny since the shift. I've used my hands, a shower nozzle, the best vibrator on the market... cumming is fucking great now. I mean, it better be given the other shit I have to deal with, but it's not... fulfilling, you know? I brought it up to my sister and she said I should find a fuck buddy. Sometimes you have to have a good lay, right?"

Will's eyes were wide the entire time, but his mouth visibly dropped open at the mention of  "fuck buddy".

"So, should I take the silence as a 'yes'? We'll be discreet, no strings, just hooking up when I need it, deal?" Tina confirmed. Will mustered the tiniest nod as his pants began to tend. "Ok, good, let's get started right now..." Tina dropped the towel as she started toward Will... 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Make a Living...

 

After the Great Shift, many men-turned-gorgeous-women tried to use their newfound looks to make an easy living. Unfortunately, they flooded most of the traditional markets (stripping, hooking, porn, OnlyFans...) and most went bust. The more creative ones, however, found new niches...

Take Amelia here, formerly Alex. She decided to start a "French Maid" housekeeping service. Her gorgeous new form, cleaning a home in a skimpy French maid outfit? Easy money with plenty of repeat customers...

Of course, her actual cleaning was pretty sloppy and she spent very little of the service hour doing housework. Instead, she spent most of her time one-on-one with clients... mostly men, but notably not all... "polishing knobs", "clearing the pipes", "lubing the pole"... 

Hey, a gal has got to make a living... 

The Great Shift - Comfort Movie

 

The Great Shift - Thanks Sis...

 

The Great Shift - We've Had Complaints...

 

The Great Shift - Christmas Eve Distraction

 

The Great Shift - Time, Rules, and Calculations

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - What She Was Before...

 

"That was nice...that was good..." Jason murmured, still nude, from his position next to Angie.

"Yeahhh..." Angie half grumbled as she sat up in the bed, her hair and tank top disheveled, throwing the blanket over her exposed lower half, still slick from the act. She reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one and her lighter from within, lighting it up, letting out a sigh of relief as she could slip into her "old self" after "performing" up to this point.

"Oh wow, that's like...smoking smoking..." Jason began with a look of surprise as he sat up next to her. Angie instinctively started to shift away, but considering what they just did, their upper arms touching wasn't worth the effort. "I've known people who vape but damn, that's like a real cigarette." Angie just took a long puff, let the smoke linger in her mouth, and then inhaled through her nose as she shot him a look. "You know that's like...super unhealthy, right?" he added.

"Look kid, I don't need the life lesson, I've been smoking since before you were born," Angie grumbled out, smoke on her breath, feeling the judgement in his tone. "I've already lived 60 years, I don't think I can handle another 60, even if this body is a lot younger and has those years in it."

Jason just sat there, blinking, processing. This kind of interaction was fairly common in the post-Great Shift world. It's not exactly polite to ask what a person was "before"... old/young, man/woman, black/white, gay/straight... so until they volunteer it, any given person could have been anybody before. Jason, 25 and unshifted, just knew a hot 30-ish blonde was into him at the bar and he went home with her. What she was before didn't matter...until now.

"I...I'm sorry, I didn't know. I didn't mean to sound judgy..." Jason apologized.

"Eh, don't be a pussy kid, don't worry about it," Angie replied, patting his thigh with her free hand, still staring off into space as she smoked. "You were a solid lay. Got me to where I needed to be. I wish women back in my day would have given that kind of feedback, so that's a favor from me to you. You got a good body out of the shift."

"I'm actually unshifted," Jason replied with a hint of pride. 

"Don't be a douche either," Angie quickly added to deflate him a bit. "You know, I tried to stick with women after the shift. This body just...can't get what it needs from them anymore. I miss my dick and uh, I'm still working through this whole...hooking up with guys...thing, borrowing their dicks for a little while. And you...did alright. Don't get a big head over this."

"So, maybe you and I, we could uh...do this again sometime? I'd totally even take you out on a date first..." Jason started to shoot his shot.

"Ha!" Angie scoffed involuntarily before softening her tone. "Erm, sorry about that kid. I don't 'date' guys. I get what my body needs from theirs and try not to think about it beyond that. No offense. As to 'doing this again'... leave your number. Might be good to have a regular who knows what I need and can get it done. As long as, you know, you don't be a pussy or a douche about it, got it?"

Jason lit up. "Yeah, yeah, totally. Anytime." Angie raised her brows and looked away from him, starting to have some regrets (a future entanglement, needing a man at all) for offering it. "Hey, can I get one of those? I've always wanted to try..."

"Nah kid, don't you know they're bad for your health?" Angie half-joked, finishing her own cigarette. She dropped the butt into an old water glass on the night stand. "Taste like shit in my new mouth, too. I'll tell you what though, if you've got a 'round two' in you, we can move onto that. I've still got an 'itch' I can't quite 'scratch' myself..." 

The Great Shift - Feeling Normal-ish

 

The Great Shift - Sexist and Racist No Longer...

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Someone Else's Child

 

Brenda lay on her back in the quiet of her apartment, cotton pajama pants tugged down, tank top tugged up so she could see and feel the curve that had begun to swell. Both hands rested on the rise of her belly, tentative at first, then firmer, as if she needed to prove to herself that this was real.

A month ago she had been Ben, a 30-year-old man with no plans beyond the next paycheck and the next night out. The Great Shift had torn that life away and left her in this body, and for weeks she had been trying to keep her head above water. She thought she was just adjusting to the usual things: smaller, weaker, tighter clothes, the strange weight of breasts...that ached in the morning. That one was unusual. Then the doctor revealed her situation: this body had already been pregnant when the Shift hit. Now Brenda was doing more than just learning to live in someone else's body...she was carrying someone else’s child.

She closed her eyes and felt the low stretch of her abdomen. The changes came in whispers. Tender breasts. Fatigue. A hunger that came at odd times of day. Needing pee urgently and often. She wondered who the mother had been, what her life had looked like before the world shuffled its pieces. No one had come forward. People said many pregnant women had shifted into their own unborn children. If that was true, maybe the soul of the woman was curled inside her now, waiting to be born.

Ben would have laughed at the idea of fatherhood. Brenda was not laughing. She could not bring herself to think about ending the pregnancy. If the woman or her family ever came searching, she wanted the baby alive, whole, cared for. And if no one came, then it would be hers. A child that never could have existed in her old life, a piece of creation she had never imagined herself part of.

Her hands stroked the curve of her belly. It frightened her, but it also felt sacred. For the first time since the Shift, Brenda whispered aloud into the stillness of the room, testing the words like a prayer: “We’re going to be all right.”

The Great Shift - Better Get Used To It

 

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.

The Great Shift - Into Her Life

 

The Great Shift - Journal of the Shifted

 

The Great Shift - Bra-lievers

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...