Sissy Transformation Novels & Stories

she comments. "For me, what's important is having the character to respect the differences and individualities of others. The time it takes doesn't matter. Transformation will come." "Have the boys transformed already?" she asks, finishing her juice. "No," I answer calm. "I only transformed when I was sixteen." "Really?" She looks surprised. "Yes, and it was very painful," I shudder only at the memory. "It felt like my skin was tearing, and my bones felt like they were being crushed."

Well, much better than I was after years of use. But I must say she contoured like a professional, I look mature and sexy. I wasn't a very tall woman at 5'2 and I had that heart face structure that was more on the cute side so this transformation was appreciated, it made me look like a female Fatale. Wait... why am I shaved and prepped like a hooker, when this is a fake Blind date? "I have a problem understanding why the hell am I going like this when the purpose of my visit is to tell him that you are not available?" My eyes fall on Sienna who's putting back the accessories we had taken out for selection.

it can be a touchy subject. “Yes,” the voice rumbled like colliding planets. “At least, I used to be a long time ago, or so it feels. Time is so hard to pin down these days. But yes. A girl. Were you expecting someone petite and demure? A simpering cutie with big doe eyes? Sorry to disappoint.” She didn’t sound very sorry. “You probably prefer a wiggle and a giggle. I can provide you with those things, too.” Tentacles writhed, changing the form from humanoid to something with far too many limbs, and back again. The giggle that accompanied the slithering transformation gurgled like a storm drain.

I stumble backward, falling on my ass. The next thing I know, I’m tearing my clothes off at inhuman speed. My bones crack as my muscles rearrange. I don’t even feel the pain and discomfort from transformation as adrenaline pumps through my system, driving me forward. I’m completely transformed as my clothes lay in tattered ruins around me. Sasha is pissed and ready to fight.

Sissy had kicked my square in my chest when I let my guard down. “You stupid bitch,” she laughed as she reached in her pocket. “Do you honestly believe that I want to beg to a half breed like you?” I began to cough out blood for the blows landed. I tried to reach Tide to see if I could give her control but there was nothing. “Oh are you trying to contact your wolf. Well I’ll let you in on a little secret; before I came in I put a odorless chemical the nulls the transformation of werewolves,” Sissy said laughing.

She was large, agile, and had the same green eyes as me. Lisa awakened when I was twelve, making me go through one of the most humiliating moments of my life. Unlike in Siram, I had no time to prepare for it—I truly wasn’t ready. My first transformation happened at my old school. Feeling violent tremors take over me, I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. Before I could even take off my clothes, Lisa emerged. I had to endure all the pain in silence while my bones and muscles reshaped during the transformation. They said the first time was the most painful; now, just imagine doing it in the cramped space of a bathroom stall and having to hold in all the agony of the transformatio

A clogged sink? “These are some of the well-known hairstylists, make-up artists in the country so you better go with them.” Damon then said to me. “This is Sunny.” I forced a smile on my face as I looked at them, “G-Good Evening.” “Hi, Miss Sunny! Tonight, we’re going to change your whole identity!” said one of them while doing some unnecessary hand gestures. “I-I don’t want to change my whole identity though...” I mumbled. “Just call me once you’re done, I’ll be at my room.” Damon said, “Make sure she’ll look like a real human being.” He said before finally leaving.

What was happening, what had she become, she knew her transformation was now complete. She had changed totally in less than a week, gone was the self assured, confident, attractive trophy wife of a successful business man. To be replaced by a fuck toy, slut, come drinking, cock sucking slut. Fay now knew she truly loved the treatment, her earlier anxiety she realised was nothing more than growing pains, she had found her true self, finally she seemed complete. The older man's voice snapped her from her reverie.

I didn't even know how the hell that would work, but it wasn't even the least plausible of her ideas. "Twisted" barely began to scratch the surface of what had been done to her. "Abbie, I-" But when I looked down, I saw her eyes had closed, and she was once more masturbating. Her arousal was evident to more sense than one. The scent of moist teen pussy commingled with her perfume into something almost animalistic, a new subspecies that was pure feral slut. Had the Serenex transformed her into raw id? Reduced her into a mere sex object? One who submit to any whim, any perversion, any kink that might strike my fancy?

Sam wondered if he should find a wife so he could go through the same giant transformation. … Grayson drove to the clinic. He was frustrated the entire drive there, feeling a fire deep inside him that he couldn't get rid of. He felt hot all over and had no way of putting it out. All he could think about was the video he had just watched. However, Belle's face had replaced the woman's in the video while he had become the man. Belle's lips were soft, and her waist was slim. Her legs were long, and her skin was supple and smooth all over. Every inch of her body was a blessing to touch.