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The Dreamcatcher Part 2 (TG Story)“What the heck, what am I laying on?” I thought as I moved my hand to my chest. They were infact squishy, and a bit ball-like, but they were attached to me. My eyes shot open as I came to the realization of what was going on. I threw my covers off in a flash and looked down at my body, my suspicions were confirmed, I had boobs. I moved my hands to my chest to feel them, check if they were real. They were most definitely real, but my hands were different too, they were small and dainty, with red fingernail polish on my nails. I held them up in the air not believing that they were mine, I had had big hands for my entire life, always in my sight and now out of the blue they look like my mother’s. “MY MOM?!” I thought, as I jumped up to look for her, she wasn’t in the room. I ran to the bathroom and as I came to the door she opened it. “WHO ARE YOU?!” she screamed. I must’ve looked crazed that morning, she was right to be afraid. I open
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
Megan Fox TG
Bob was always wishing to be famous and beautiful. He sort of idled Megan Fox because she was what he wanted to be, she had fame, and she definitely had beauty. He watched all her movies, hoping maybe he could learn something. He had just seen Transformers 2 and thought to himself, "Man I wish I was Megan Fox, that would so cool." Seconds after he said that he felt a sting in the tip of his penis, it felt like the sting was getting closer to him, he looked down at his crotch and pulled his pants away from his waist, but he didn't see anything. He freaked and when he put his hand down there to see what was happening he noticed his hand was becoming smaller, and more feminine. When he touched his newly formed vagina he let out a sexy gasp, and covered his mouth. He arched his back in pleasure as his breasts burst out and quickly filled his shirt, then his stomach reformed into a sexy, hardened core. His shoulders came in as his arms slenderized, and his hips shot outwards while his thigh
The Awakening Chapter One It was a brisk day, not a thing wrong. School had just gotten out and Chris was the first out the doors of GT Seirots high. It wasn't like he hated the place, but saying that he was glad to leave was an understatement. He jumped in his car and before the mayhem of the GT parking lot on a Friday began Chris had already sped out. He wasn't anti-social, in fact he had plenty of friends, no one really disliked him, and he had never been the target of bullying, he just didn't want to wreck his new car. Considering he was 16 it was his life, a black Mustang, 2010 model. He loved it to death, gave it a name, Cheryll, kept it washed and running on premium gas. It wasn't just the car though, it's that it symbolized his first real freedom, his first real escape from the mundane life he called his own. Not only that but it also gave him hope that one day his parents would reconcile their differences. They both chipped in to get it for him, along with some of his own mo
The Dreamcatcher Part 5 (TG Story)I sat in the car staring out into the world as it passed by. My mom had put on some music she enjoyed and seemed to be having a nice time driving, but I was off in another world. Everything was just white noise in the background. I wasn’t really thinking about anything in particular just the fact that I wasn’t myself anymore. I thought about how different my life would be and if there would ever be a way to turn back. My mother tried to make conversation and talk to me about my new life, but I just nodded and wondered off in my head. I just looked at myself and my mind would go adrift again. My mom finally snapped me out of it by saying that we were there. My heart stopped and then began to race. “What would my brother think, what would happen? Would he think I was a girl always or would he not recognize me? Even if we explained it to him would he understand and accept me as his new sister? Would we be as close as we were? My brother had always been my closest and my
The Dreamcatcher Part 4 (TG Story)“What in the world?” I heard my mother say in the other room while I was still in the bathroom. She walked in with a little cute dress held out in her hands. “I don’t know what’s going on, but all of your clothes have changed, there are bras and panties in there too.” I looked back at her incredibly confused. “So wait, all my clothes are changed into girly clothes too, I wonder how far the effects of whatever’s happened have spread through my life?” I then ran to my bed and picked up my phone and sure enough the background wasn’t as I had left it, it was a pink background with a bow tied in the middle like a present. My mom picked out a pair of jeans and a shirt for me to wear along with some unmentionables. I thanked her and went to change. When I went into the bathroom this time I shut the door and locked it behind me. I was actually getting excited at the idea of seeing myself naked. I took off my clothes I had on and just
The Dreamcatcher Part 3 (TG Story)My mother was handling the situation very calmly, which was a blessing because I sure wasn’t. I was crying and when I finally stopped I felt my crotch and started to all over again. Usually I wouldn’t be so emotional, I was a guy and pretty good at dealing with my emotions without crying, but something had taken me over. My mother was not sure what to do, but she was at least reassuring, telling me that everything was going to be okay and that I would be back to normal in no time. I finally managed to quit my constant crying and composed myself. When I did my mom took me to the bathroom so I could get a look at the new me. I was just like my mother said, gorgeous. I was my own dream girl. I looked at myself stunned, “Is this really me…?” I whispered. My mother put her hand on my shoulder, “It really is.” She said. I leaned forward and touched my reflection, then my face. It couldn’t be, I looked like a model, but it was me, and there was
The Awakening Chapter TwoA dull beeping was all that could be heard in the room, every second or so it went off, without fail. Over and over, just beeping right next to the bed. A loud constant noise would be much worse, one would be grateful to have one and not the other most would say. The sound continued, but as it kept on others seemed to slowly grow louder and clearer. The quiet mumble of those outside the room, the bed being carted down the hall, it all seemed to get louder and louder as the seconds passed. Light began to appear behind what seemed to be shades, but they weren’t shades, they were too thick and dark. The light grew as well, becoming more and more prominent. There was a world behind the covers that shrouded vision, until eventually the shroud was lifted. Everything was a haze to the recently dormant eyes. Every blink it seemed to become easier to make things out though. Five blinks, there was a door, 12 there was a wall of glass, 20 there was a bed that was inhabited by the eye’
Alison Brie TG
“GOSH DANGIT!” Mitch exclaimed, throwing himself onto his couch in mix of anger and disappointment. He was a bit down on his luck lately in the acting business, nothing seemed to go his way and just then he had heard that the part he had auditioned for most recently was just taken. He was a good actor, he knew that much. He was praised for accomplishments in school plays and even secured a part in more than one highly rated movie. He had no idea as to why this was happening to him, but it was and he couldn’t get out of his lull.
Just then though, as he lay defeated on his couch, he received a call from an unknown number. “Hello,” Mitch said with a audibly defeated tone. “HELLO, How are you Mitch?” responded a high pitched yet powerful woman’s voice. “Uhm... I’m good, who is this?” he said now curious as to the fact that he mustn't have known this woman, especially not with a voice as distinctiv
TG- Becoming Allison, Part 3The D-alt wings at Stony Brook were fairly luxurious, and the TV lounge was no exception. Even my room, even though it had an exam table in it, would rival some Vegas luxury hotel rooms. Considering that the D-alt procedure had cost me most of my mother's million dollar life insurance policy and part of the proceeds from the sale of the five acres and five-bedroom house in Babylon that had been passed down through three generations to me, the walls should have been made of gold as far as I was concerned. The last generation of my family to have money was my great-grandfather, who as president and owner of a savings bank had built the house in 1929. He died during WWII and my great-grandmother sold the very profitable bank. My great-grandmother, grandmother and my mother all lived off that money and its interest until about fifteen years ago. Then my mother had to work, and we had lived paycheck to paycheck. My
Journal of Michael TG AR Pt.1The Journal of Michael
September 5, 2009
This is the first journal I've ever written. For all the years of therapy I've been through, I have never written a journal. Now that I am past my all my years of depression and agony, feeling that I am the wrong person in the wrong body, living the wrong life, I finally feel like writing one. The truth is that for all the emotions I've felt my entire life, I have never felt this afraid.
Today was my first set of injections in my eight weeks of transition. In eight weeks, I will be the woman I've always wanted to be. And yet, I am frightened. I have paid all my dues, paid for all my fees to the state agencies that regulate the change process, paid for the two DNA donors, paid the company that does the DNA formulation and administers the process, and I have paid my sponsor to live in her house for eight weeks while she feeds me, shelters me and guides me through the pro
Pages in a Notebook Part 1It was finally my senior year of high school and things were finally going the way I wanted it. I moved into a condo with my best friend Harold that his grandparents were renting but never used, thus giving us the entire thing to ourselves. They even gave us money every week to spend on groceries so that way we could spend the rest of the time on "school work" and get into a good college. As for our looks I was sporting a nice short brown hair that usually styled itself, I'm pretty tall at an even 6 feet while Harold was just a few inches shorter. He always kept his blond hair pretty long and styled to give him that skater look for reasons that even I don't understand.
I only had one required class to graduate and the rest were just random electives I felt like taking. In order to graduate I had to take two semesters of this writing class which was only offered to seniors, which was a huge bummer. The purpose of this class was to prepare us for having to write college level papers but
Caught Stealing TGIt was another boring Monday and it wasn't going to get any better, I was called in for work even though I had the day off. I had just started college and I was your above average white teenager who needed a job to get through college. I was a part time night janitor at a big building in the downtown area of my city, at the time of getting this somewhat crappy job it was this or working at a fast food joint which I wanted to avoid. Anyway I got called in because another co-worker called in sick which immediately means anyone with a day off loses it.
It takes about five minutes to get to work so that really saved me money on gas and when I got there I was greeted by my supervisor. She was cleaning the lobby of the building like she normally does when I show up, she asked me how school was going and all the usual crap. When we finished our daily brief conversation I clocked in and got my rolling trashcan cart and took the elevator all the way up to the top floor. Like normal it only took
Composition, a TG AR storySeptember 22, 2002
I sat on the park bench that day, hoping that meeting Jimmy in public would spare me my life. Not that the family hadn't pulled off broad daylight assassinations before, but it was something they preferred not to do.
Jimmy sat down on the bench a foot or two from me. He looked in the other direction like he was waiting for someone else, but the words he spoke were for me.
"Nice choice, Scotch." I wasn't Scottish, or Irish, but my reddish brown hair had gotten me the nickname. "You knew better than to run, and you knew to keep it public. That's a point in your favor."
"I'm being graded?"
Jimmy took out a cigarette, lit it, took a good solid pull on it and blew the smoke out away from me. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and looked down at the ground. "Yeah, kid. You did a lot of good things for the family. You brought us into this century with your computer skills."
That was an understatem
Journal of Michael TG AR Pt.2September 11, 2009
I can't believe it's been 8 years since 9/11. I was 19 then, going to LIU out in Southampton, lost and confused as to my purpose in life, feeling out of place in amidst the legions of kids whose parents were rich while I just came from working/middle class roots. That college partied hard, until that day. So many of those kids had parents who worked in Manhattan, some in the Trade Center. My on-campus roommate, Martin, lost his dad that day- he never made it out of the North Tower. He was only in school another week after that, but in that week he really opened up to me. His mother lived in Cali, his father had a place in southern Manhattan which was covered iin soot, so Martin just stayed in our dorm room glued to the TV, radio, the internet and the phone trying to get a hold of anyone who worked with or lived near his father. I helped him, even though he and I had never really acted like more than ships passing
Backfired Wish - TGIt was an average day for brothers Jimmy and Robby, between the constant bickering or fighting. Jimmy was only five years old while his brother Robby was seven. Like actual siblings at such a young age, they fought over anything and everything. With today being no different the two found themselves fighting over the TV remote. Jimmy wanted to watch his cartoons on one cartoon channel while Robby wanted to watch his favorite cartoon on a totally different cartoon channel. Since neither could agree it always ended up in the two wrestling for the remote.
Robby usually won but today was not the case, Jimmy managed to get the upper hand and knocked Robby over the edge of the couch. With a pout Robby left the living room and went to his bedroom to play with his toys. Of course Jimmy didn’t care because he had won and got to watch whatever he wanted now.
A few hours had passed and it was now dinner time. The brothers were sitting at the dinner table with their mom and dad as they passed
Journal of Michael TG AR Pt.13October 10, 2009 (continued)
I've got my wits more about me now. I'm still sniffly and tired, but the plus to all this was that I was in bed for three days. That allowed my hips to truly heal up and regenerate after the dislocation.
I had dinner downstairs with Tricia and Doctor Troy (he stayed here again after I got sick), and then we played three rounds of Scrabble: I won two rounds, Doctor Troy won one. I had a good time, but I wanted to come up here and write before I passed out again.
I've been helped to the bathroom for the last couple of days, so tonight was the first time I went on my own since the 7th. Yes, it was a small thrill to HAVE to sit down to pee. Why? I guess it's just one of those small differences that mean something. I'm not completely a woman yet, but almost there. This was another sign. Just the act of sitting down and not having to aim, actually, was kinda
To Be A GirlTo Be A Girl
What do you need to be a girl?
Do you need long hair?
Do you need to wear makeup?
Do you need to be thin?
Do you need to lack interest in sports?
Do you need to like pink?
Do you need to have smooth legs?
Do you need to wear dresses?
Do you need to be "weak"?
Do you need to know how to cook?
Do you need to be overly feminine?
Do you need to like boys?
Do you need to act sexy?
Do you need to be short?
Do you need breasts?
Do you need a vagina?
What does it take to be seen as a girl?
What do I need to show you who I am?
How can I become "just another girl"?
What do I need to be a girl?
The Dreamcatcher Part 1 (TG Story)“Yeah sure, I’ll just be looking around over here,” I told my mom as she walked to the restroom. We were on a road trip to visit my brother In California and we had stopped at an Indian Trading Post store right off of the Interstate. It was nice to spread our legs and we needed a bathroom break. I browsed around not looking for anything and everything. It wasn’t really in my interest to buy some random souvenir however cool some of them may have been. I ended up getting drawn to one in particular though; it just seemed to grab my attention. It was this dream catcher with all sorts of different colors and a interesting design. I picked it up and it seemed to have warmth to it that the store didn’t. “Someone else must have just picked this up,” I thought. I started to pull on some of the strings idly not realizing that they weren’t able to stretch as much as I was making them. Then finally one snapped. “Oh god, this thing is like 30 b
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