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Amelia's Salon Day 1 (TG Story)
    I still couldn't believe that was the punishment I got stuck with. I mean, I get that I broke the law and that I should make some sort of recompense to this weird fucking store, but really? I had to work at that shit shack just because I decided to spice up it's walls with some spray paint art? I guess it is better than going to jail or something, but I know it was just my dad who made this happen. Being a police officer's son might have its benefits, but it also means that when he finds out about what you did and gets super pissed he gets to give you the punishment he knows you want the least. I had never actually been in the salon until I came here for my first day of "work" and its just as creepy on the inside as it is the outside. The chairs seem pretty new, but aside from that everything in the place looks centuries old. The shelves were stocked with weird bottle that were made out of wood and stone like some Indiana Jones movie, but the creepiest thing of all i
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Sam's Diary Entry 5 and 6
Entry 5
March 13, 2016

    I know this entry is coming a bit sooner than the last, but so much has happened in so little time I have to write it down so I don't forget it. This diary is slowly becoming more of a recording of my changes than it is an actual diary. I feel kind of like a scientist writing everything down about something like this. I've had one more checkup since I last wrote and there's been one pretty major development as well. I told Beverly what's happening to me tonight.
    Last I left off Beverly had just texted me saying she wanted to talk so I'll start from there. I gave her a call and she wanted to know why I was being so weird lately, but I still wasn't ready to tell her what was happening so I just tried to lie and say that I had been feeling really sick lately. She immediately called me out on my bullshit saying that being sick was no reason to be acting like I was afraid of her (was that really how I seemed? was she wrong?
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Sam's Diary: Entry 1 and 2
Entry 1
January 9, 2016
    I've been debating whether I should and how I should start this diary for a couple days now, but being bedridden hasn't exactly left me with a ton of activities to do. I guess I'll try and write this like you don't know me just in case this gets discovered by some future generation with no idea who the great Samuel Spencer was (by the way everyone just calls me Sam). So sloppy introductions aside I guess I should get into the reason why I'm bedridden and all that jazz.
    It was the first of January, so a little over a week ago, and I was at a gas station convenience store getting some gas and a drink and my, and the poor cashier's, luck had apparently run a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶r̶y̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶s̶e̶x̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶b
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The Dreamcatcher Part 8 (TG Story)
      I froze, I didn't move at all. A boy was kissing me and I wasn't jumping away in revolt, I wasn't punching him, in fact I was kind of liking it. He pulled away, we were both completely red in the face. The air was heavy and silence wore on us. "Sorry... I didn't know if that was the right time but you're just too pretty." He said. My heart was in my throat and my stomach was all butterflies. This was just too much. "Don't be..." I said finally. We both started to grin slightly. "So, um..." he said as he shifted on the bed closer to me, "do you want to do it again?" I looked into his eyes and gave him a slight nod. He leaned in and so did I. There it was, the moment of no return. I was willingly making out with a boy on his bed. He was a bad kisser, but I didn't care. I was completely swept away with emotions and hormones. We slowly pulled away from each other and looked deep into each other's eyes. Then he kind of awkwardly winked at me, stood up and said, "You're
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The Awakening Chapter Five
         "So this is me?" Chrissy said as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had been given a change of clothes from Dr. Troy and was now in her room's bathroom to get out of her hospital robe. Even without makeup she was beautiful, long silky black hair, gorgeous blue eyes, cute nose and flush lips; she was absolutely astonishing. She stood there in awe of her own body, but she noticed that she wasn't attracted to it. "Chris would've been drooling by now," she said with a soft chuckle, "I guess that kind of confirms it." She slowly slipped the gown off, not daring to look at her reflection. It wasn't that she was scared, but that she was still uneasy about looking at a body she didn't remember having. As the gown fell to the floor she immediately picked up the undergarments and slid them up her legs. Then came the bra, which was a bit of a different story. Now she had to actually touch herself, but not in some groping fashion like she did earlier. This w
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Christina Hendricks TG
Jon was hunched over on his couch depressed. Not much had been going right, in fact, nothing had gone right. First his dog ran away, which he never much like, but he missed his company nonetheless. Then his wife left him out of nowhere. She claims there wasn’t another man involved, but Jon knows better. Then, to top it all off, when he went into work the next day he got fired because he was late due to his wife leaving him. So Jon, with nothing going right, sat on his couch just thinking about where he took the wrong turn on his life’s path. He decided to try and get his mind off the whole situation. “MAD MEN MARATHON! CATCH UP WITH THE WHOLE SERIES IN ONE SITTING!” the TV boomed. “Well I guess now’s a better time than ever to get into it…” he trailed off.
Jon watched the show, hours and hours passed. At first he wasn’t really watching it, just sort of background noise, but as time passed he got more and more involved. It was late
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The Awakening Chapter Four
Chrissy awoke again, this time not to be greeted by her parents though. Dr. Troy was there though, waiting by the bed. “You really put on a show back there didn’t you?” Dr. Troy asked in a kind manor. “What did you do to me!?” Chrissy said filled with rage, but unable to move much due to the drug’s effects. “Well, we kept you here while you were in a coma after your accident. You really are a tough girl to come out with such minor injuries, your beetle not so much though,” Dr. Troy chuckled. “I’M NOT A GIRL, I’M A BOY AND I DON’T HAVE SOME STUPID BEETLE, I HAVE A MUSTANG,” Chrissy yelled at Dr. Troy. “I’m afraid you’ve had an extensive coma dream. In other words, you’ve lived an entire life in your head. I’m assuming hat all your memories and thoughts are of you being a boy and that you think that that’s your real life.” Dr. Troy explained calmly. “I… but
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Ariel TG+TF
The wind was cool and fast at the shore. Zack was on vacation and walking along a beach one afternoon. It was a perfect afternoon for a walk, the sun was setting and the tide was high. Zack bounded with each step, dropping all of his force onto the wet beach sand. It’s was he liked to do, it wasn’t a brisk walk for exercise, he was walking to have a good time. The ocean seemed to sing to him, every time a wave crashed up it soothed him further. Zack needed, no deserved this vacation for all the hours he had been putting in. “I’ve got to do this more often,” he thought to himself. Just as he thought this though, an evil underwater witch caught sight of Zack alone on the beach. She was a crude, lonely witch in need of some excitement. She decided Zack would be her item of torment for now. With this decision she cast a spell on poor Zack.
Zack continued to walk the beach; unaware of his body’s changes once they began. His thighs began to shrink, and los
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The Awakening Chapter Three
“She…” it echoed in Chris’ head. “I’m not a she.” “She has had massive trauma though and will most likely be in a state of shock.” He heard the doctor say. “It’s only going to be temporary hopefully though, it really depends on her will and acceptance of her life.” “Well she has been in a coma for a year, that makes sense I guess.” His father replied. “She… massive trauma… year coma!” Chris thought, then jumped up from his bed. He ripped out the needles in his body and in a blind frenzy jumped off his bed. His parents looked at him with a mouths ajar as they saw their child erupt from a year long slumber in such a way. Chris ripped at he bandaged on his head. “What are you guys talking about, who is this she?!” Chris yelled, not yet aware of his voice being different. “Honey, baby, are…” his mother began to cry, “are you okay?!” She r
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Aly Michalka TG
The day was perfect, the sun was out, the weather was just warm enough for a great day at a lake, and the breeze was great. All the guys were centered on the girls and all the girls were just having fun. Mitch was just sitting under a tree in the shade, picking at grass while his friends went hopping into the lake. Mitch was a bit of a wallflower compared to his group of friends. He like relaxing in silence while they ran about and hopped into the late. He kind of wished he was more like them, more carefree. “I wish I could just forget about all my anxieties and nervousness and just run and hop into the lake with them. With that wish Mitch started to change. His body hair started to fall out. He looked in wonder as his hands shrank to a petite size and became dainty and feminized, and his arms slenderized while his shoulders cracked inwards and his whole body began to shrink as his chest started to develop two beautiful breasts. Then his stomach hardened into a sexy core while hi
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The Dreamcatcher Part 7 (TG Story)
I wake up to my mother and sister hovering over me. “Finally the lovebird is awake.” My sister said with a wide grin. “I… I uh… I don’t know what happened,” I muttered as I rubbed my head. “Go on out honey and help move, I’ll take care of your little sister.” Said my mom. After my sister had left my mother and I talked about what had happened. “I just don’t know, he was so cute and then I…” I said. “Cute?! You think the boy is cute?” My eyes shot open, what had I just said?! I shook my head. “It’s okay honey, I’ve been noticing these things, you’re acting like a girl more and more. You like cute clothes, you were a natural at putting on makeup, and now you even like boys. It’s clear our entire reality has changed and not just your appearance.” My mother divulged to me. I just sat and thought to myself, “Mom, could you leave me alone for a little w
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Chloe Grace Moretz TG
“Why don’t you mock me more?!” Mitch said aloud as he read news about Chloë Moretz. She was everything Mitch wanted to be. She was young, super attractive, had a career, was rich, and had a solid family that supported eachother. Mitch was barely eking by moneywise. He had already missed his teens, as he was in his 20’s now. He wasn’t ugly by any means, but Chloë was gorgeous. Finally, his family, they weren’t doing too good. His parents were distant not only from him, but also to each other. There was very little conversation between any of them. He just wished he could have her life. With that wish Mitch’s world would change just as he dreamed it. He closed his computer for the night and decided to get a good nights rest so he could get to work tomorrow on time.
Once Mitch dozed off, fantasizing about how great his life could be, the changes began. His whole body shrank, his hands and feet the most. His arms and legs smoothed out whi
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The Dreamcatcher Part 6 (TG Story)
“Sis???” I thought to myself, “If I’m her sister, then that must be my brother.” “If she’s calling me sister, then she must not remember the change.” I said to my mother as we both stepped out of the car. My sister walked up and gave me a hug, she was taller than me, but by very little. She was gorgeous too, maybe even more so than myself. She pulled away and looked at me right in the eyes, “It’s been way too long little sis, really glad to see you!” then she kissed me on the cheek, “love you.” I tried my hardest to look happy, but I was still really confused inside. Then again I did feel this small bit of happiness growing deep down inside myself, filling me with warmness. It was a new relationship I’m in now, the one between sisters instead of brothers. She walked over to my mother and gave her a hug as well. “This is where we’re moving” she said as she gestured over to her house and
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    It was weird having so little of an idea as to what to do. Typically I can at least give myself options and then pick the best possible route. This situation on the other hand was totally different. No matter how hard I thought I couldn't come up with a single good solution to my problem. It wasn't entirely because there were no solutions, but also because I was so confused as to how my situation even came about. I mean, how often is it that some random person just turns into Daveigh Chase? It might be a bit hard to swallow, but it's the truth. I guess it would be a bit easier to believe if I went through a detailed--and slightly erotic--explanation of exactly how I ended up in this situation wouldn't it?
    My life as of late wasn't what most would describe as bad, but it certainly wasn't good. I just didn't really feel like I was getting anywhere. Days seemed to blend into one another and I had gotten bored with the routine. This all led to my imagination getting a little bit more active than usual. Instead of finding myself thinking about ways to improve upon my life I was imagining ways to escape it. The prevailing theme in these escapes was that I was someone else. It always seemed that I would imagine how nice it would be to be some low tier famous person. None of the annoying media, but you would have a few dedicated fans and enough money to at least have a nice life. That's what led to all of this I guess because last night I went to bed thinking exactly that. "Wouldn't it be wonderful to be someone like that?"
    In the middle of the night I was woken up rather suddenly by a jarring pain in my stomach. Like I had eaten a couple bricks and now they were resting rather uncomfortably in my stomach. I threw the sheets off from myself and ran to the bathroom, but as soon as I made it there the pain vanished. I stood in front of the mirror wondering what in the world that was, but before I could really start to worry a new set of sensations began. My entire body felt like it was in a whirlpool despite me standing around in my bathroom. The sensations made it feel like I was being shrunk down, but as I looked to the mirror I realized these weren't just feelings, my body really was shrinking. I could see my frame lose a bit of height, but the real shock came in the weight and width I was rapidly losing. My body fat was practically evaporating from my shrinking body. I stood there in awe as the changes seemed to finish. I was probably somewhere around 5'7" now and who knows how much weight I had lost. The sensations hadn't entirely gone away, but only lessened temporarily until they then resurfaced ten fold in specific areas. I could feel the rushing pressure enter my arms and hands and so I held them up to see. They were reshaping in a way that made them look undeniably feminine. My nails stretched out as my fingers thinned. I didn't have time to marvel though because the sensation quickly left them and rushed to my legs and feet. I turned my gaze there as well as I saw the hair on them pull in and my thighs plump back up a bit. My feet began to shrink even more than before when I had lost the weight and I could feel my ass expand outwards. My hands rushed to my rear to feel what my eyes couldn't see. It felt odd to reach around and grab hold of the supple flesh with my new dainty hands. It felt good. The sensations left my legs and feet and went to my face, chest, and groin. The sensation now though was different. My chest and groin no longer felt like a whirlpool, but instead like stimulating pressure. As if someone was directly grasping the tip of my dick, but all over the affected areas. I tried to look down and see what was happening, but as I did new long strands of hair began to block my vision. I wanted to investigate everything. My face, my hair, my chest, and my groin, but it was because of this that I struggled to even follow any of what was happening to me. It was an absolute overload. My hands guided themselves to what I needed to feel as my back began to arch in pleasure. My right hand grabbed what I could only assume was a budding breast while my left hand followed my face's changes. I could feel flesh push against my right hand and it felt so good I couldn't contain my voice any longer. Soft moans in a new voice slowly escaped my freshly plumped lips. The noises of my feminine voice only served to push me further. As my face felt like its changes were done my left hand flew downwards and ended right at the top of my newly forming pussy. A lone finger rubbed nervously around it in hopes of chasing the high that my body was experiencing. While my left hand braved new waters my right continued on with what it was doing and fondled my budding breasts. Finally as the end of the sensations across my body came so did I.
    I can't really describe how immensely wonderful all of it felt. It was like every erotic experience I had ever had came together at once in a wonderful explosion. I could barely stand afterward, but as I did I peered past the locks of hair in my face and gave myself a look over. I was absolutely beautiful from head to toe. I pulled the hair away from my face and looked closer at my face in hopes of really seeing the new me. I couldn't believe it. I rubbed all over my face as I tried to figure out if this was all real or not. Feeling the soft skin under my tender hands though was proof that it was. I had gotten my little wish. I had become someone else.
Daveigh Chase TG
"What? That didn't actually make my story more believable and only served to allow me to transition to telling the part where I changed?"
Here's a little story for :iconerebuslucifer: ErebusLucifer that he requested some time ago. It's definitely different from my older celebrity TGs so I hope people who liked those like this. I don't like writing those kinds of TGs much anymore so this new style of celeb tg will have to do :P
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    I still couldn't believe that was the punishment I got stuck with. I mean, I get that I broke the law and that I should make some sort of recompense to this weird fucking store, but really? I had to work at that shit shack just because I decided to spice up it's walls with some spray paint art? I guess it is better than going to jail or something, but I know it was just my dad who made this happen. Being a police officer's son might have its benefits, but it also means that when he finds out about what you did and gets super pissed he gets to give you the punishment he knows you want the least. I had never actually been in the salon until I came here for my first day of "work" and its just as creepy on the inside as it is the outside. The chairs seem pretty new, but aside from that everything in the place looks centuries old. The shelves were stocked with weird bottle that were made out of wood and stone like some Indiana Jones movie, but the creepiest thing of all isn't a thing, but a person. The store owner really gave me the creeps sometimes. Amelia Braun isn't nasty looking or anything, in fact she's one of the prettiest older women I've ever seen, but there's something about the way she talks and looks at you that makes me feel less like a new acquaintance and more like food someone has just put in front of her.
    My first day working there began pretty uneventfully. She was walking around the shelves of the store looking over the bottles as if she needed to check what she had, but then she noticed my stare and gave a sweet smile and saying "just making sure they're all fresh." What kind of hair care products can lose freshness? It doesn't really concern me I guess I just worry about keeping the place clean. Sweeping around gives you plenty of time to fantasize though and I can't deny that Amelia has been filling most of them as of late. Her body is like a perfect hourglass and if you were looking from behind her hair is so full and thick you'd swear she was my age.
    The door rang and my little fantasy is quickly popped. It was the first customer I had seen and she was absolutely beautiful. Less like the voluptuous Amelia and more like some tall amazonian woman. She walked in and had a friendly greeting with Amelia before going over to a chair to be worked on in. Amelia went over the shelves of bottles and picked a couple out. After walking right back over to the customer she looked like she was really thinking on something and then it seemed like a light went on in her head. Right then turned her head to me and asked "Bruno dear? Would you come over here and give me some help please?" like she was my mother asking for something. I walked on over and asked her what she needs. She took a hold of one of my hands and asked me to open my palm. I did so and she then let one of the bottles droop some goo onto my hand. I was properly confused as to what she wanted me to do with this though. "Mrs. Lange here has a date with her husband tonight and she wants to look her absolute best for him. I've just put some cream in your hands and I'd like you to spread it across her face. Be sure to be gentle, but also make sure it gets all over." What in the hell is this woman talking about? She wants me, some kid with zero experience to touch all over this woman's face? Right then though she moved behind me and laid her hands across mine. Like one of those times when people are trying to teach form she was now helping my hands toward this woman's face. Feeling Amelia's breasts resting on my back and her hands holding mine was amazing though. It was like she was enveloping me in herself. I wonder if she knew how much she was turning me on. I was paying so little attention to what I was doing there's no way she couldn't. My entire body and mind was so focused on the sensation of Amelia that I could only assume my hands were floundering about on Mrs. Lange's face.
    "Good job" she whispered in my ear as she pulled away and looked down on to Mrs. Lange. I look down at my hands and swear they feel different after that. So much softer in only one application. I wondered what was in the lotion to have such an instant effect. Amelia was paying no attention to me as she then turned Mrs. Lange around and began rinsing her hair in the sink. Feeling my hands I could almost have sworn they looked smaller too. While investigating them though Amelia wasted no time in enlisting my help again. She pulled my hand again and put another dollop of goo from a different bottle this time in my hands and asked again "Mrs. Lange's hair is beautiful isn't it? Would you please help it stay that way by applying my special conditioner to it?" As I nod and step forward she came around my back to help guide my hands again. I'm wasn't taken by surprise as much this time, but it's not like I wasn't just as turned on. We spread the stuff through the woman's hair. It felt really good actually to hold her thick hair in my hands and attend to it. I doubt I had ever actually touched hair so perfect. It got me thinking what it would be like to play with Amelia's hair. Her's is crazy beautiful and so thick it looks like it can stop a bullet. Right as I was thinking that I felt Amelia's hands leave mine and as she stepped away she gave my hair a little rub as if to say "Good job little boy." Once she was standing over Mrs. Lange again she began "Well we're done for this session. I hope that these little enhancements will give you the edge you want tonight." Mrs. Lange stood up. That was the first time I was close to her when she was standing and I was totally right when I said amazonian. She wasn't only taller than Amelia, but me as well. I gave a sheepish smile and returned to my job as the two of them talked for bit as she checked Mrs. Lange out. "Be sure to tell your friends and come back again Mrs. Lange, though I know you will." Amelia said to her as she left. I couldn't help but think the whole experience was odd though. Who comes into a store just to have some lotion rubbed on them and some conditioner put in their hair?
    The rest of the day was about as dead as could be. It made me question how a store like this could stay open with how little business it seemed to be getting, but when I asked Amelia she said it was because no one typically had to look pretty on a Monday apparently. I guess that makes sense. She sat around manicuring her nails for the most part, but I swear every once in a while she would give me a little sly look now and again. Like she was planning something that I wasn't going to be told about. Regardless of her odd behavior closing time came and I was finally relieved of duty. "Thank you for your help today" she said as I was leaving, "I really hope that I can continue to count on your assistance around the store and with the customers as much as I did today." It's like she wants me to be the one to do everything around the place in a little while, but I guess that makes sense. Why not turn the asshole who spray painted your store into your very own "do everything" slave? Once I got home I felt pretty tired; more than I usually do and it's not like I had done anything really strenuous that day. Before I headed to bed I took a moment to look at my hair in the mirror thinking about how nice it would be to feel Amelia's. It wasn't for sure, but it really seemed like my hair was a bit darker than usual. Kind of like some brunette had mixed in with my blonde hair.
Amelia's Salon Day 1 (TG Story)
Part one of a request story that I'm working on. We'll follow Bruno on his daily routine while working at Das Schöne Mädchen (The Beautiful Girl in German assuming Google translate didn't mess it up) for community service. This one is definitely starting slowly, but the next few days might be compiled into one post (or at least posted together) until the story (and the changes) really begin to pick up. Hope you all enjoy.
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    As we hobbled back to our camp it was clear to see that we were all exhausted from our first day at the music festival. Hours of walking, dancing, jumping around, and even just standing has completely worn out all six of us. Well, that was true for everyone except Megan who, though tired, still seemed to be relatively fine. That was probably due to her small body not being as big of a burden as someone like Eric who weighed clear over 200 pounds and was a good few inches taller than me at six feet. She almost seemed to skip a bit when she walked while the rest of us were practically hunched over. Even her best friend Sarah was pretty worn out, but again, Megan was tiny. Once we finally reached our camp site we all let out big sighs of relief as our asses hit our chairs. Derrick was pretty clearly the happiest because as soon as I looked over to where he was sitting he was already diving into some of our coolers for food. Poor guy had forgotten his money at home so while we were in the festival grounds he couldn't buy anything from the vendors. We talked on and on about how awesome the first day was and how much we all enjoyed the music. This was my second year, but all of their first year at this festival so I was more concerned that everyone was having a good time than I was that I was enjoying everything. Thankfully though they had loved it.
    Derrick and Eric had gone off on their own on day one to see a band that the rest of us didn't know while Keenan, the girls, and I all hung out around the same stage waiting for a band we all knew. That was good though because that just left fewer people around Megan and I. It wasn't like we were dating or anything, but it was clear that she was into me and I was head over heals for her. She was so cute and nice, but had her own sexy side that she only showed every once in a while. I mostly talked with her and even during a few of the concerts that afternoon we ended up dancing together. It was pretty tame until a slower song was being played near the end of the final bands set and she put her entire body on mine. She was so short that she had placed her heels on my feet to raise her ass up, but when she did she was rubbing herself all over me and the whole time all I could smell was her. It was like my senses were overtaken by this little raven haired minx. I was so taken into it that it no longer felt like those school dances where you try and hide your boner from the girl. It was clear that she wanted to feel it, she was reveling in my arousal. My hands rested on her hips at first, but as her body gyrated on top of mine my hands began to slowly move forward onto her stomach. It was then that I gave her a pull inward to me that at first shocked her a bit, but I think it was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to know that I wanted her and I definitely did. Our little dance could not last forever though. The song came to an end and I let go of her, but not without her giving me a naughty smirk as she stepped a little away from me.
    That was only day one of three though so we all knew that we needed our rest and headed to bed before too long. Derrick and Eric slept in the same tent, Megan and Sarah in another, and then Keenan and I both slept in our own personal tents. That was going to be the end of our night. We were all going to go to bed and get some proper rest for tomorrow. That was, until Megan decided she wasn't done for the night.
    As I was just getting comfortable in my tent I heard the zipper on my tent begin to slowly get pulled up. At first I was worried that it might be some drunk guy mistaking this tent for his or something, but as soon as I saw the lithe shadow in the moonlight on my tent I knew who it was. Once she had unzipped the tent she slid in and stood over me. I couldn't tell the expression her face wore, but if I could guess it would be like a predator getting ready to devour their prey. I was laying on my back and she stretched one leg over me before sitting down right on my lap. I could kind of see it now, her seductive smirk as she leaned down over me. She didn't start kissing me, but instead held herself right above my face, letting her breath tickle my lips. I stared directly into her eyes like they were my whole world. She knew she had a captive audience and so she moved her little play forward and asked "Do you want me?" "So fucking bad" I replied as my hands both grabbed around her tight ass. "Good" she replied in an even softer whisper. She leaned in further and our tongues interlocked with one another. One of her petite hands rested on my chest while the other was attempting to pull down my shorts. As soon as she finished her task my member sprung out ready to do its own. Her soft hand began to caress the tip as she slowly pulled her body up from mine. It was nice to not have to crane my neck anymore to meet her mouth, but her pulling away felt like part of me had pulled away with her. She took her now free hand and began to remover her own shorts in an acrobatic feet I didn't think possible before. We had so little room but she still managed to wiggle and shimmy them off all the while keeping one hand on my dick to make sure it was still at full attention. Then she raised her body above me like a tigress beginning to pounce, but instead of leaping forward, she impaled herself on the rod below her. She had her hands on my stomach as support as she pumped herself like a piston up and down on me. I could feel her juices begin to drip down past my cock and slowly spread across my crotch. She jolted a hand up to her face to cover her mouth. It was clear she wanted to moan and scream so badly, but she couldn't let everyone know what we were doing in our little tent. That made it all the more arousing. We were having our own private little event only feet away from our friends. Despite her best efforts though her cute little voice let out a few noises that were pretty unmistakable. I finally felt like I had a bit more control over the situation now and decided to push her even more. My hands no longer rested on her hips and now were under her loose shirt giving her breasts as much stimulation as possible. She moaned even louder and looked down at me to see my evil smile. She scowled at me at first, but as I continued to toy with her little pink nipples she couldn't even keep her eyes open. As I began to reach climax I could feel her rhythm increase as well. Faster and faster she pumped herself over me and I could no longer keep my hands on her nipples. I grabbed her and began to help her pump faster. She took her hand off her mouth and her moans were no longer contained. She didn't care anymore, she wanted release. I had always though the idea of two people reaching their orgasm together was kind of outlandish, but that night proved me wrong. As soon as I felt myself empty into her little pussy I could see her face relax and her body untighten. We were both left there reveling in the experience and soon she let herself slump down with her ear on my chest. I could feel her breathing as her chest expanded and compressed on top of my own. I didn't want this moment to end. I couldn't really describe it, but having her there laid out on top of me was the most wonderful feeling. I wrapped on arm around her and with my other grabbed my blanket and laid it over the two of us. She looked up at me as if to object at first as if to say "I can't sleep here what about the others?", but after a moment she just smiled and closed her eyes. It looked like an angel had just fallen asleep on my chest and I was as content as could be.
    The sun lit up the next morning and my little tent had become less of a shelter from the cold and more of a oven. I woke up and realized I was laying face down and assumed that Megan must have left my tent and I had rolled over. That was, until I felt the ground beneath me move up and down. I opened my eyes only to have them obscured by some black hanging objects in front of my face. I moved to brush them aside, but as I did I felt my hand scrape against a body below me. I immediately feared that I had rolled over on top of Megan and popped off of what I thought was her body. "Megan!" I said worried, but when I got a look at what I had jumped off I realized that it wasn't Megan I was sleeping on, but myself. My body slowly opened its eyes at the sudden name calling and clearly before it could see clearly responded "yeah what's the matter?" We both sat there for a second staring at one another. My body's vision had cleared and I had pulled what I now knew was hair out of my face. Our eyes met and we just stayed there staring. I had switched bodies with Megan.
Festival Fun (TG Story)
At first I was planning on making this a mutli-part seires, but after I finished what I had right here I realized that I actually kind of like the idea of leaving this one open ended. This way if a reader wants they can take this fantasy and let their imagination fill up what happens after their little encounter with Megan. Maybe they love the change, maybe they hate it, maybe their mind slowly begins to take on characteristics of the original body? Who knows it's up to you guys. If enough people request a followup then I might work on it, but for now this is all there is. Hope you enjoy!
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Entry 5
March 13, 2016

    I know this entry is coming a bit sooner than the last, but so much has happened in so little time I have to write it down so I don't forget it. This diary is slowly becoming more of a recording of my changes than it is an actual diary. I feel kind of like a scientist writing everything down about something like this. I've had one more checkup since I last wrote and there's been one pretty major development as well. I told Beverly what's happening to me tonight.
    Last I left off Beverly had just texted me saying she wanted to talk so I'll start from there. I gave her a call and she wanted to know why I was being so weird lately, but I still wasn't ready to tell her what was happening so I just tried to lie and say that I had been feeling really sick lately. She immediately called me out on my bullshit saying that being sick was no reason to be acting like I was afraid of her (was that really how I seemed? was she wrong?). I'm typically alright in pinch situations and I'm able to think of something to get myself out of it, but this time I was so flustered I just stuck with saying I was sick and hung up. To think, this girl had me more thrown off than the guy who was robbing the store she worked at. I had wanted to ask her why she was absent, but the time to ask that was long gone. I kind of hoped she called me back and that I could tell her everything, but deep down I knew I was too stubborn to make that move just yet.
    The days came and went from then on and I began to sit further away from Beverly in class. It was really cold lately so thankfully I could wear the baggiest clothes I had available. In class I had to make a conscious effort to lower my voice and not let it crack otherwise I might have sounded like a teenager going through puberty when roll was being taken. Thankfully my grades were actually doing surprisingly well all things considered. It was most likely because homework was one of the few things that could actually get my mind off my predicament, but still, it was nice to see that at least one thing was going well for me. The only thing I had to mark my time were the checkups at the hospital and one was fast approaching. They were every Monday which didn't exactly help with getting out of bed on Mondays.
    I managed to take the bus to my appointment again which was pretty nice, but the bus ride with all the strangers was still pretty sketchy to me. I had thought about it a bit and figured it was just because of the fear of being found out, but I was really worried it might have something to do with the questions the doctor was asking me about my thoughts and emotions. Once I got there I was guided to the exact same exam room with the exact same three doctors. Dr. Beard, Dr. Bald, and Dr. Seirots were all waiting patiently for me which kind of unsettled me. Seirots was the only one that seemed to give a damn about me (that might be why I've still not learned the other two doctors names). It wasn't that he did anything differently than the other two, but just in the way he looked at me he seemed more concerned than curious. We went through the question part again and they were really basic and quick this time. I guess they had asked most of what they wanted to know the first time. One question that they asked me that I hadn't thought about much until they asked me was about my appetite. I hadn't thought much about it because I had been getting hungry much quicker ever since the incident, but lately I was practically ravenous. I assumed it must be a side effect of the changes speeding up even faster as they had suggested might be the case. They took my weight again, but I made sure to ask this time. Now I kind of wished I hadn't. I was down to 152 pounds. I weighed about 200 only a couple of months ago. That meant that if weight was an indication of my progression to being done changing I was AT LEAST halfway done AND the changes were happening faster and faster. I know this for a fact because the doctors all seemed surprised not only by my new weight, but also by my new height and length (you know what I mean by that if you've been paying attention). I had lost nearly half an inch in the one week since our last checkup in BOTH areas. Those STILL weren't my biggest concern though. The worst realization of all was my new developments on my chest. They had gone from slightly puffy to full blown budding breasts. I had seen porn where girls had breasts smaller than mine were. Part of me wanted to examine them, but the overwhelming majority of me was screaming cover them up and forget they're there. The bald doctor asked me again about my thoughts and emotions and I tried to be truthful, but at the time I didn't really understand how my brain was messing up. I left that day and tried to get home and into my room as quickly as possible. Thankfully my parents still weren't home so I managed to get inside my room without any trouble and went to sleep as soon as I could.
    The days continued to wear on until Sunday rolled around. My checkup was the next day and it, along with everything else that had been happening to me lately, was really starting to get to me. I decided that Sunday was the day I was going to tell Beverly about everything. I know I should've gone to my parents first, but I think part of it was that if I could tell Beverly first I might be able to work up the courage to tell my parents, plus Beverly had every right to know. I gave her a call out of the blue and when she answered she sounded surprised that I had called her. I asked her if she was free and she said Sunday was her day off. I said that I had a lot to say, but that I couldn't do it over the phone and that she needed to come over as soon as possible. She said she was on her way. That wait was awful, but finally she arrived. I was watching my window for her car and as soon as she pulled in I ran downstairs in hopes of letting her in without my parents even noticing. This went rather poorly as my mother was already downstairs in the hallway to the front door. I told her that it was Beverly and that we needed to study. She seemed very concerned with me, but thankfully Beverly knocked on the door before she could ask anything. I let her in and led her to my room upstairs as fast as I could. Once I got her up there I kind of remembered why I even invited her over in the first place. I guess my mom threw me off so much I forgot that I was supposed to be revealing the biggest secret I had ever kept to the girl I was going to be.
    I tried to find the words, but they weren't really there so I decided it was time for drastic action. I pulled up my hair and revealed that my roots were jet black just like her hair and I just told her I had never changed my hair color. She was insanely confused (as she should have been, I still don't understand how I thought that was a good idea). I shook my head once I realized how silly that was and sat down on the bed next to her. This is one of the only quotes I'll ever write because it's one of the few things I've ever remembered so vividly. "You remember how you had to give a lot of blood to me after I got shot right?" I began and she nodded. "Well, as it turns out, you seem to have given me too much or something because there was, and I guess there still is, a pretty huge complication with everything." She looked terribly concerned, like she was expecting me to say she gave me a disease or something and so I attempted to correct myself, "don't worry, it's not like you infected me with anything or that in any way what's happening is your fault, it seems more like it's my body's fault. So, you know how the body remakes all your cells as time goes on right? Well in every cell of course lies your DNA. Well... it seems that when you gave me all that blood my body stopped making cells out of my DNA and is instead making them out of your DNA." I felt like a million pound brick was resting on my heart as I said those words and the look on her face was of utter confusion, a lot like mine when the doctor told me what was happening to me. Then it kind of clicked with her and she looked at my hair again like she got it. She said something along the lines of "so because your hair is changing to my hair color you've been avoiding me?" Obviously she didn't get it. I stood up and unzipped my jacket which revealed my t-shirt that I had picked because it was so tight so that it might constrain my chest. She didn't really get it until she looked directly at my new developments. Her eyes shot open and her mouth hung down as she realized exactly what I was talking about. She stood up and walked over to me and raised a hand to my chest. She placed her hand on my left breast and felt of it. I remember how red my face felt, but also how good it felt to have her touch it. She guided her delicate fingers to my nipple and rubbed it gently with her thumb and I couldn't hold back a tiny moan. That seemed to shock both of us out of the trance we were in. If my face wasn't already as red as it could be it was then. She looked me up and down as I was looking at something as well. She began to say something, but I blurted out asking how tall she was before she could say what she wanted to. She was five feet four inches tall. I then asked her how much she weighed and she told me she weighed about 120 pounds. That meant that I only had thirty pounds to lose before I was her weight and only about five inches to lose until I was her height. My heart sunk at that realization and I could feel the flush leave my cheeks. We were both speechless for a time until she did something I really didn't expect. She hugged me. It wasn't some "Hi nice to see you again" hugs either, it was the most comforting hug I had ever felt. I don't really know why, but at that moment I started to cry. I had never really balled my eyes out before, but I definitely did there. It was so nice though, to just let it all out. It was like I wasn't alone anymore. It was wonderful.
    Some time passed and we had a long talk about how it all happened and how I found out. She asked me a ton of questions, but I was never hesitant to answer completely truthfully. I don't know how long it was until we were finally done talking, but it was dark outside when we were. I nearly showed her my diary, but I decided to keep you a secret, at least for now. The main thing that we talked about was my parents. I told her that they didn't know yet and she said that I had to tell them and I agreed. We decided that I was going to tell them the next day after my checkup. She would take off work and drive me to and from the hospital and then be with me for telling my parents. I couldn't have asked for a better girl to be turning in to...

PS: The 19th is my birthday so if anyone has stolen my diary and is reading it please at least give it back to me as a birthday gift.

Entry 6
March 22, 2016
    
So it happened. I told my parents last night. I don't know what I expected to be their reaction if I'm being totally honest. I mean I kind of thought it might be similar to saying something like "hey I'm going to transition to being a girl" but when it's against my will that really changes things. I guess I should explain what happened.
    After I told Beverly everything our relationship went from distant and silent to inseparable and chatty. We kept up with each other constantly to the point I doubt I had ever talked to a girlfriend as much as I did her, but then again I had never turned into a person before so I guess comparisons are a bit hard to make. We mostly talked about life and tried to get to know each other better, but every once in a while the conversation would definitely venture more into the "so what's it like" territory from both sides. She would ask me about the transition and I would ask her about what the transition would lead to. It was nice to have someone to ask these questions, but I couldn't help but think about how odd the whole situation was.
    The days rolled on and school became way more enjoyable with her there. The event of telling my parents continued to loom over my head though. It was hard to really relax when that was bouncing around in the back of my head the whole time. Well, that AND the fact that you're turning into a different person. I had continued to kind of hide from my own body, but Beverly and I being close had made that much harder. I couldn't not think about it with her around. Maybe that was a good thing. Everyone always says that avoiding your problems is a bad idea. About two thirds of the way through the week though I had come to the realization that my changes were picking up even faster than I thought. When Beverly came over to my house for a bit after class we took our shoes off at the door and I realized that without my sneakers padding my height, I was almost eye to eye with her. That meant I had lost a crazy amount of height in only a few days. My checkup would show me just how right I was...
    My birthday came and went and when my mom asked me if I wanted to do something I said no. I felt really guilty (like, REALLY guilty, my mother was a very sweet woman and having to tell her to essentially fuck off is one of the hardest things I've ever done) about shutting her out, but I couldn't go out for dinner and sit around with them for that long and have them really have time to examine the way I looked now. They wished me a happy birthday, but that was about the extent of my birthday celebration. I told Beverly it was my birthday that day and she wished she wasn't busy otherwise she'd come over, but I was glad she was. I didn't really want a birthday celebration of any kind right now. Too much was going on to be worried about when I was born. I mean hell, would that even be my birthday anymore after all this is over?
    When I went in the day before yesterday I was expecting some bad news for sure. Some "oh wow you're changing fast" kind of stuff, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would hear the words "you will most likely be fully changed in another week or so." I really don't remember much about the checkup other than that if I'm being honest. Maybe I should have written it all down that night, but I was too busy investigating how much I had really changed to do that. I wasn't exactly prepared for what I was going to see and honestly it's still a bit hard to think about. That if I look down right now I have this body. For starters I look like a girl now. There's no denying it, I look like a slightly taller and tomboyish sister of Beverly. My breasts are now at least three fourths of the way done developing and are getting nearly impossible to hide. My shoulders have shrunk so much that my shirts are really odd looking on me now and my waist and hips are undeniably very feminine. I'm really surprised that no one has said anything about the way I've looked lately, but when I think about it I guess I wouldn't have either. Even the hand I'm writing this with has changed. When I move it around it almost looks like someone else's, but I guess that could be said about the rest of my body too. There's been one development though that trumps all others. I hate this, but I guess it'd be wrong not to write it in here at this point. My penis is almost completely gone and my testicles have pretty much entirely drawn up inside of me now. I guess I managed to ignore these changes for a bit because I had started to sit down to pee in order to not have to actually grab anything and when I washed I used a towel, but holy shit is this weird. I haven't been this small since as far back as I can remember.
    Detailing some of my changes was pretty weird for sure, but trying to put the next bit of this into words is going to hard. Like I said I told my parents what's been happening last night. Beverly came over first and we talked about how I was going to do it. We finally decided that it would be best to just tell them from the beginning what happened and what that caused to happen. So that's what I did. We walked into the living room where both of my parents were sitting. My dad was relaxing in his recliner reading a book while my mother was on her phone doing something. I called their attention and stood there trying to find the words for a moment. Beverly was silent throughout pretty much the whole thing, but having her behind me helped for sure. I began like I did with her and told them that I was given a crazy amount of blood from a single donor and that because of that there was a problem. Whoever is reading this knows everything so there's no need to write it all out again. When I finished they seemed confused, especially my mother. She walked up to me and took a long look at my face, but I couldn't bear to look her in the eyes. Finally the question came up, "Who was your donor? What does he look like?" asked my father who seemed to be taking this absurdly well up to this point. I just moved slightly over and pointed to Beverly and said that it wasn't a he at all, but instead that it was her. That's when my father lost that calm demeanor and looked truly confused. There was a lot of repeated questions from the two of them after that and finally Beverly was asked a few as well. Mostly though the facts were being gathered. It wasn't until my mother asked me how I was that I had to pause to answer for a moment. I was alright at the time and that's what I told her, but I couldn't help but feel that it was at least partly a lie. I felt fine, but I wasn't really able to say whether I was actually fine. It was kind of wild experience to have your parents ask you about how your body is changing, kind of like if they had been really curious about you while you were going through puberty. Eventually though the questions were mostly over and we were all just standing around like people who had forgotten what they were going to say. Beverly chimed in though and broke the silence saying she had to go home, but that she'd be glad to come back over and talk more about all of this. I saw her out and instead of going back to the living room kind of snuck back upstairs to my room. On my way up I yelled out that I was extremely exhausted and that I was going to bed, but it definitely didn't sound like me. When I raised my voice it was most definitely very feminine. I'm sure my dad would've objected to me just going off to bed after the bombshell I just dropped on them, but I bet that my mom told him to let me go because of how worried she was for me.
    That was mostly it and I haven't actually seen them so far today. They've both been at work and I'm writing this before they come home. I wish I could put more in this diary about every little detail, but it's surprisingly hard to remember every bit of a conversation even just a day later. Honestly though I think it's fine. What's the point of writing down everything if this is for me right? I guess that's a question I (or some nosy asshole/someone I've trusted to let read this) will decided down the line.
Sam's Diary Entry 5 and 6
Entry 5 has been written for months, but due to some "technical issues" that I may elaborate on in a journal later about I wasn't able to get this story out any sooner. Hope you enjoy and please give any feedback you have. This story will most likely only see one more part, but that really just depends on how its received and if I get any ideas for it.
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Entry 3
February 1, 2016

    Okay so it's been a bit, but I didn't neglect writing because I forgot or anything. I just didn't have much to put down here until recently. I sure do now though... I guess it'd be best to begin from where my last entry ended at the 16th, but it'll definitely be pretty hard to pull that off after how much has happened recently. So last time I wrote I was only four days way from school starting up (I know my last one says a couple, but I had lost track of what day of the week it was after being locked up in the house for so long). The 16th through the 18th were about as lame as they could be because despite having my leg starting to feel better and start to not feel too bad (apparently I had gotten lucky with where the bullet went into my leg). They weren't lame because I had nothing to do, but all I did was worry 24/7. My mom could tell and I just told her it was school, but that was only about a fourth of it, my real worry was the doctor's confusing diagnosis and what that meant for me. I guess this would also be a good time to say that I had a massive appetite ever since I woke up in the hospital bed a month ago. I had kind of brushed it off as a side effect of the pain killers or of my body needing more energy to heal so I never found the need to write it down, but apparently it's a rather important thing. That will come up later, I just wanted to say that now before I get into the important stuff later. There was still nothing from the hospital over those days leading up to school.
    My first day of the new semester was pretty cool actually because a certain pretty cashier had ended up in my literature class. This was pretty massively surprising because she never said she was in the class when we met up and never texted me about it and she knew I was in it the whole time. I had hoped that maybe she was taking it because I was in it. Beverly was pretty as always and just having her sit beside me kind of cleared my mind. Well, at least until I remembered exactly who's DNA my stupid body is replicating. Then for the rest of the class I kept stealing looks at her, not to see how pretty she was, but to really examine her. I felt like I was some CSI guy looking over her, picking apart every detail of her being from her nails to her ears. She noticed I was looking at her eventually and gave me a coy little smile and that flustered me more than I'd like to admit to anyone other than this diary. The rest of my classes were sadly Beverly-less, but honestly that's probably best for my attention.
    My life went on day to day. Getting to know my teachers and fellow students and so on. Just settling in to another semester of college. Beverly's birthday was coming up really soon so I thought about getting her something, but ultimately decided not to because I thought it might be a bit too early to be buying her presents. In case you're reading this Beverly I'm sorry for not getting you anything, but hopefully you'll understand and won't be reading this after murdering me for leaving you gift-less. Anyway my life kept on relatively normally and I had officially stopped taking the pain meds on the 24th. My body still felt sore all over, but it wasn't so bad that I needed the meds and my leg was actually feeling almost fine.
    It wasn't until the 30th that anything of note really happened, but boy was it "of note." I got another call from my doctor at the hospital and he asked me to come in as soon as I could find time, but that it wasn't technically urgent. I called Beverly again in hopes she had time and luckily enough, despite her busy schedule, she had time to help me again. When we got there the doctor asked for her to leave the room again which didn't exactly help my anxiety. This time though he didn't look at me like I was some evidence in a case he was desperately trying to solve, he looked relatively composed which calmed my heart for the time being. He then asked me to step on a weight scale in the room which sounded pretty odd, but I didn't object. He took my weight and gave a nod and said it was just as he had expected. Then he came over to me as I sat down and placed his hand on my forehead, but he didn't just put it there, he then raised it up and pulled my hair back until his hand was resting on my forehead. He stood there staring at my head for a few seconds and then walked away back to his chair. He asked me if I'd felt overly hungry lately too and I told him that I'd been eating like crazy. He told me that I should prepare myself for some tough news and, I mean, fuck if I've ever been more scared my mind has blocked it out of my memory to protect me because that line shook me to my core. He then began to tell me exactly what he was checking on and why. That I had lost weight despite eating so much and that the roots of my hair had began to grow in black. I don't remember how long I just kind of sat there, but despite that news probably sounding pretty basic to most it stunned me. He then asked if I'd like to take an x-ray so that he could check on some things and so I agreed. The whole process flew by because I was kind of zoned out or maybe even in shock. When the scans came through he only looked at them for a brief moment and clearly had found what he was looking for. He turned it around and showed it to me and then pointed to my lower stomach area. I just kind of blankly stared at it until I heard him tell me what I really didn't want to hear. Apparently I had new organs growing inside of me. I have new fucking organs growing inside of me! Not only that, but there's only one organ system that differs between guys and girls, the fucking sexual organ system. The doctor was literally showing me that I have ovaries growing inside of me. This is so fucked. I'm getting a little upset writing this down as you can probably tell, but for fuck's sake guys aren't often told that their bodies are just up and growing a baby making factory.
    The doctor then gave me the scan and asked if I needed a moment, but I said it was alright (it wasn't, but I was definitely in shock at this point). He then told me that he had anonymously run this case by some people way up the ladder and said that with his findings today confirmed everything and could go ahead and tell me about what they said. Apparently because my case was so wild they would be willing to pay a pretty vast sum of money (including my medical bills) to oversee everything that happened from here on out. It was a pretty big offer, but he didn't sugar coat it. He told me that I would lose pretty much all body privacy whenever I came in for them to check up on me and that I'd have to let them keep tabs on me. The doctor almost seemed like he was trying to tell me not to do it with how many negatives he was listing off, but after all of that he told me that it would probably be the best decision of my life and he just wanted me to have all the information before making my decision. I said yes and so he told me that he'd have to get all the paperwork done and go ahead and tell them the full story, but that it should all be ready in a few weeks.
    Beverly had to leave because of how long I was there, but thankfully Michael was available to come by and pick me up. Whenever I got into the car with him he immediately told me I looked smaller. He said that not only did I look skinnier, but maybe even a bit shorter. I told him he was imagining things, but if anyone would notice my height it'd be him. We had argued over who was taller a number of times and are (well, were now I guess) pretty much exactly the same height. This didn't exactly relax me, but after everything I had heard it wasn't much of a surprise. He took me home without much else to say, but it was nice to catch up with him after not seeing him for so long.
    Thankfully it was a Saturday so I didn't have to worry about college in the morning, but I doubt I would've gone after everything I had just heard. If all of my rambling up above hasn't made it clear enough I'll try to summarize. I'm turning into Beverly Woodward. God that's so fucking weird to write. It doesn't feel real that's for sure. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and this will all be a dream, but every time I see this diary it kind of shocks me back to reality. Like for whatever reason this diary is the proof of my reality. That night I pretty much passed out and I didn't wake up till late morning the next day. I went into the bathroom first thing in the morning as I usually do and decided to really check myself out. I lifted my hair and sure enough my roots were black. You couldn't tell normally because my hair wasn't short enough, but they were definitely visible if you really looked. Then I took off all my clothes. I don't know what I expected, like if I took them all off I'd be some skinny stick, but thankfully that wasn't the case. I did seem a bit slimmer, but it looked more like I had gone on a diet than was transitioning to a skinny girl. I checked my height and it didn't really seem to be any shorter than usual, that was until I looked at the wallpaper behind my head and realized my head didn't quite reach the loop (if you've never seen my bathroom it's got a floral design) that it once did. I felt defeated, hell I still feel defeated. I called up the hospital and asked for the doctor to ask him about my condition. Once I got a hold of him I asked him if there wasn't any way I could get my body to start making my DNA again, but he just told me that that's going to be part of the study they'll be doing on me. I guess that makes sense. Not like there are a lot of documented cases of people changing into one another.
    Today's Monday and I'm writing this just after getting out of class. It was really hard to look at Beverly in a sexual way like I once had anymore. I mean sure, she was still crazy hot, but it's just not the same anymore. It's hard to explain because, again, I doubt this has ever really happened before. There aren't really any examples I can give to try and help others relate. I guess it'd be kind of like a lesbian looking at herself in the mirror. Like, yeah she's attracted to girls, but that doesn't mean she's attracted to herself. That's so weird having to use that as an example, but whatever I'm past the point of normal weirdness like that messing with me. Well honestly I don't know what else to write. I'm still kind of processing everything. I don't know how long it will be until I write another entry, but here's hoping I'll be writing in this tomorrow saying that the doctor called me up and told me I was hallucinating and everything's fine. Wouldn't that be great...

Entry 4

February 29, 2016

    Every fucking day just gets weirder and weirder. You know that whole deal where if you put a frog in boiling water it'll jump out, but if you slowly heat it the frog will just stay in and die eventually? If there's not a more accurate comparison with me then I don't know what is (I'll explain it a bit more later). Last time I wrote was a month ago and if it wasn't for my first examination (you know, from that whole thing the doctor talked about where they'd watch my progress and stuff) I'd probably still not be writing in here. I went the whole month pushing everything to the back of my mind and day to day I just drug myself out of bed without paying much attention to the mirror, but as it turns out, I'm changing quite a bit faster than the doc originally thought.
    I guess I should start from where I left off and work my way through my month instead of just rambling so here goes. After seeing that my body was already starting to get affected I decided to just stop looking (great decision right?). It's not like I was really thinking about it, but it just kind of happened. Every day I was in class with Beverly I couldn't bare to look at her anymore. At first it was how weird it was, but now something else entirely has developed. The guilt that rises up inside me that I haven't told her about this makes my heart race whenever I'm around her at all. I can't look her in the eye now at all and I fucking hate it. She was this shining light in my life and now every time I think about her I practically fall apart. FUCK THIS! It wasn't like my life was miserable before, but she's such an amazing person and she showed real interest in me and now all this shit is happening. It's like I'm not allowed to be happy.
    The other problem that was quickly arising was my parents. How the Hell am I supposed to keep this a secret from them for much longer? I've been doing alright and have deflected their concerns about my weight loss so far, but what happens when their son is a girl named Beverly? It's going to be kind of hard to brush them off them. I've thought about moving on to campus or something, but I don't know if running away from the problem will help. All I know is that I'm extremely thankful for this checkup thing the doctor set up because if what they're telling me is right I won't only be able to pay off all my medical bills myself without having to even tell my parents about it, but I should have enough money left to attend a nice college to finish my degree. It's nice to get some good with all this bad I guess.
    Anyway, a few weeks passed and the doctor called me up and told me everything was in order and that my first checkup was on the 28th. I think I got that call on the 21st so I had a week before I had to face the truth. I didn't think much of it and I kind of just let time pass by. The only time I ever even looked in the mirror was to make sure my new hair color wasn't showing. Honestly I wasn't that worried about most people seeing it, but if my parents or Michael saw it then I couldn't quite claim I had died my hair brown could I? I can't believe I never noticed anything different during those times, but I guess we see what we want to.
    It was the day of the check up and for the first time I really didn't know who to call. I had practically shut Beverly out so I couldn't bare calling her to help, Michael was clearly too observant because he noticed more than even my parents seemed to, but my parents think I'm done going to the hospital so I was out of options. I decided to walk to a bus stop and just take it there (something I had never done before). My parents weren't home so I managed to leave without having to make any excuses and I went on my way to the bus stop. The bus ride there was terrible. It wasn't because of any kind of problems with the bus or the people, but with myself. I got so anxious sitting in that seat than I may have ever been. It was Hell the whole time until I finally got out and went inside the hospital.
    My regular doctor was in the examination room, but then there were also two new faces that I had never met before. I don't know why, but I felt almost betrayed when I first saw them. I knew other people would have to be involved, but just the idea of anyone else knowing about my condition kind of scared me I guess. One was balding and the other had a beard. I can't really remember their names. I mean I still barely remember my own doctors name (it's Dr. Seirots, but I only learned to spell it this meetup so I never wrote it down). I sat down on the end of the exam table and they asked me a number of questions about how I've been feeling and so on. Most were pretty normal, that was until they got into this really weird line of questions that threw me off. One of the new doctors, the bald one, started asking me things about how I was thinking and feeling emotionally. I was so bewildered by the questions that it was only later that night that they really set in as to why he was asking them. Once the questions were done and I the doctors and I were at least a bit more familiar they started with the physical examination. I was asked to strip completely which was insanely embarrassing, but I guess it was to be expected. It wasn't until I was standing completely naked and saw my doctor's surprised face that I really took the time to look down at my own body. That was probably one of the weirdest experiences I've ever had. Just think, looking down and instead of seeing the old hairy and flat chest you're so used to, you're met with a hairless chest with two completely erect nipples sitting on top of a bit of extra flesh that's not supposed to be there. God I hope no one ever reads this, if Michael ever looked in here and saw me talking about my nipples being erect I doubt I'd ever live it down (note to self: hide diary better from here on out). All three of the doctors looked very surprised and took a few seconds to compose themselves and begin writing things down. I was asked to step on to the scale and as I walked past my doctor I could clearly tell I was no longer as tall as him. In fact, I was at least a full inch, if not more, shorter than him now. I stepped up on the scale and even I could tell how much lighter it felt to lift my body up. The scale worked with the weights at the top that the doctor or nurse would always move left and right until it balanced and my side didn't have the notches, but I could just tell by far to one side my doctor had to correct that I had lost a lot of weight. He gestured me back to the table and so I stepped off the scale and went back over. It was really weird feeling my legs and my genitals move around. If I wasn't so afraid to look (I've looked since) I'd be staring down and examining myself to see exactly what's changed down there (I'll explain more later). The doctors then began to take measurements of my body. My arm length, leg length, and worst of all they even had me take my penis and sit it in my hand to get a proper measurement of it (now I've explained). I didn't know my arm or leg length, but there were two measurements that I immediately knew were shorter than they used to be. My height and, regrettably, my penis had both shrunk. I had never done an exact measurement of either, but it was clear that I was about an inch and a half to two inches shorter than I used to be and my privates had shrunken (I'll keep the exact numbers of that to myself). Afterwards they began to feel my joints and my muscles. I remember how odd it felt to have their rough skin against mine, but that's exactly when it hit me. I hadn't really been able to tell, but my skin was clearly much smoother than it had used to be. Once they were done with all that they took a few pictures and then sent me on my way.
    I rode the bus back home and it was entirely different experience. I don't think I've ever really had to use this word, but I felt vulnerable. I had only lost a couple inches off my height and some weight, but my brain was practically screaming "BE AFRAID" the whole ride home. The news of everything I had learned in the exam surely wasn't helping, but it was clear that something internally had changed. I guess that might be what the balding doctor was getting at with those questions. Now that I think about it I wonder if my brain is already doing weird shit that I'm not even aware of. This just keeps getting better and better doesn't it? I'll leave that thought for a later day though. That night when I got home I practically ran up to my room so my mom nor my dad could see me. I had been so dumb to think that they wouldn't notice because it was absolutely clear to me how huge the changes had been. In only two months I had lost two inches or so and it felt like it was going faster and faster. If that was any indication I would be about Beverly's height in only another three to four months. I rationed that out that night and realized I had to get a good look at myself right then and there. I stripped down in my bathroom and examined myself and boy was I in for a surprise. I had gone from nearly six feet tall to only about five feet ten inches, but that wasn't the real problem. I had lost at least twenty pounds. I was too scared to ask for my weight when I was at the hospital, but I really wish I had because guessing at weights like I am now isn't doing much to help my sanity. After seeing the huge changes like that properly I moved on to the next most obvious change, my chest. I rested my hand right below my nipple and though it was incredibly faint, I could clearly feel some flesh building up there. I was growing boobs. I moved my hand to my newly enlarged nipples, but right before I could touch them there was a knock on my door. My mom was really concerned about me and wanted to know if everything was okay. I tried to yell back that I was fine, but as soon as I tried to say fine my voice cracked. I was nineteen and my fucking voice cracked. I ended up getting her to go away, but it was very clear to me that I couldn't hide this from her especially for any longer. I had a confession in the very near future. I slid my underwear back on and immediately got into bed, but even that was weird. I typically wore pajamas, but because of the events last night I just wanted to be covered up as quickly as possible. My skin rubbing against the covers though was yet another new experience I would have to deal with. It was kind of arousing in a weird way, but I'll stop it there because I've still got so much going on in my head.
    I managed to drag myself out of bed this morning and chose the baggiest clothing I had available. After school today I got home and immediately started writing so here I am. I haven't had much time to just think. Oh also, Beverly was absent from class for the first time today. I doubt I could've even sat in the same room with her now though knowing that her boobs are growing on my chest. God this is so weird. I plan on telling everything to my parents really soon and maybe Beverly, maybe not I don't even know anymore. I might just drop that class and avoid her until I can do something to make myself look different from her. Just got a text from her actually and she says she wants to talk. I guess I should probably stop live writing things as they happen, but I'm really scared now about what she wants to talk about. If she found out about what's going on and wants to kill me then I guess this diary will be my last message to the world. 
    "To all readers of my diary: First off, how dare you read my diary, that's hella rude. Secondly Michael, this whole DNA switching thing doesn't count I was and always will be taller than you. Thirdly, Mom, Dad, and everyone else who loved me and I loved, I'm really scared right now about what's happening to me and I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you something sooner." 
    That got a little darker than that joke was intended to, for whatever reason I'm finding it easier and easier to get emotional these days...
Sam's Diary: Entry 3 and 4
Hope you enjoy parts three and four. I'll try to keep posting them this quick, but I'm not making any guarantees.
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TheFerbguy Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
How would you feel about a story of me into Kim Kardashian? TF and TG included
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Already have a Kim K. TG and like I said in the description of my most recent story I'm not really interested in doing many more celeb TGs. If you've got an interesting twist or just cool idea then send it to me in a note. Otherwise I'm sorry, but I will most likely not be taking on any more requests of that nature.
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Happy Birthday!
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Sorry for the late reply, but thanks!
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If it's fine with you, can I adapt a couple of your captions? I'll definitely credit you for it if you do.
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Can I make a request
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You can make a request, but the likelyhood of me actually writing it is pretty low (not being mean, just honest). Tell me what your story request is about and if I really like it I might write it.
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Goldendoctor Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2016
A Double TG TF Story were I get TFed into Kairi from Kingdom Hearts in her Kingdom Hearts 2 Outfit With TG And Mind Change while my Sister Page gets TFed Into Sora also From Kingdom Hearts in his Kingdom Hearts 2 Outfit With TG And Mind Change
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Sorry, but I'm going to have to pass. Never got into Kingdom Hearts and I'm not a big fan of mental changes typically.
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Happy Birthday! Hope things only get better from here on in
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