Thread 212162469

I have. Here is an abandoned story of mine from 10 years ago.

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Hi! My name is... well, was... Oleg Sukhin. Hard to believe now, but I used to be a womanizer, changing women like gloves. With my charisma and good looks, it wasn’t difficult at all. I’d pick up some beauty, we’d have a fun night together, and then part ways. But one of them, Tanya (don’t know her last name - I never asked) wasn’t like the others. She wanted real love, a relationship, all that stuff I was totally unprepared for.

The morning after a passionate night at her place, I said goodbye and was about to leave when she threw a massive hysterical fit. I never imagined she’d take it so hard. I tried to explain that I hadn’t planned on anything serious, that I just wanted to sleep with her, nothing more.

Tanya calmed down, wiped her tears - seemed like we had sorted it out. But as I was leaving and about to shut the door behind me, she shouted after me: “You won’t break another woman’s heart again - I promise you that.” I just smirked and waved goodbye. I had no idea what was about to happen that day.

When I got home, I kicked off my shoes like always and went into my room to change. Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of dizziness so intense I couldn’t stay on my feet. I collapsed onto the bed and blacked out.

When I came to, the dizziness was gone, and I felt fantastic. I stood up and immediately felt a chill around my legs. Looking down, I froze. I was wearing a short black dress, and out from under the skirt extended a pair of slender legs wrapped in black stockings.

I instantly looked down at my chest and saw two round mounds perfectly filling out the neckline. A silver pendant hung around my neck.

Letting out a high-pitched feminine scream, I rushed to the mirror...

From the mirror, a terrified girl stared back at me - wide, brown eyes and long dark hair with a chestnut tint. Tears welled up in my eyes. Panicking, I began to grope my body. No matter how thoroughly I searched under the skirt for what made me a man, it simply wasn’t there. My dick would’ve never fit in these tiny bikini panties. All I found down there was a slit—a narrow entrance that led deep into my lower abdomen.

Then I grabbed my chest. Two soft mounds responded to my touch, bouncing slightly with every movement, making the tears stream down my face even harder. I had breasts now—probably around a C cup. I could feel my nipples pressing into the lacy bra cups that held all that softness perfectly in place.

My hands continued downward until they reached my firm, round buttocks, which I instinctively squeezed with my slim, manicured fingers. It was like a jolt of electricity shot through me.

“What do I do now?” I whispered, clutching my now-thick mane of hair. Then it hit me - Tanya! Of course! This had to be her doing!

The line rang a few times, then I heard Tanya’s voice:
“Who is this?”

“What the hell did you do to me, you bitch?!”

“Oh, it's you, Olechka! Sooo, how do you like that new body? I think it’s perfect—don’t you?”

“What do you want? Why did you do this?”

“Well, my sweet girl, the best way to punish you for all those broken hearts was to turn you into a woman yourself. Now you’re just like every one of the girls you used and tossed aside.”

“You idiot, you don’t get it! Change me back - right now!”

“Or what? Gonna come rip my hair out, you little vixen? Don’t bother. It’s irreversible. You’re staying a sweet little candy forever!”

“Do you even understand that you’ve ruined my whole life?! I don’t have any documents, nothing!”

“Oh, don’t worry - I’m not that much of a bitch. You think you’re wearing women’s underwear and have those painted lips and eyes for nothing? Look around! Your whole life is female now. Your ID, your stuff, your apartment - it’s all been changed. Even your parents now know you as their daughter. Think of it as my little gift to you!

Now goodbye, my pretty, wishing you luck in your new love life!” (She hung up.)

“That bitch!” I shouted, as girly tears streamed down my face.

“What am I supposed to do now? I don’t want to be some chick. There has to be a way out,” I squeaked to myself. But then, remembering that I was still a man on the inside, I calmed down and decided to look around.

My room really had changed its design. The wallpaper was now in beige tones, and the bedding on the double bed was made of purple satin. The room was clean and tidy, something I wasn’t exactly used to. I checked everything, literally.

In the cabinet where I used to keep my razors, there were still razors... but for legs now. And right next to them, there was a pack of ultra-small Kotex tampons. I shuddered. The thought that sooner or later I’d actually have to use them crept into my head, but I quickly chased it away and slammed the cabinet shut.

Next, I opened the wardrobe. All my clothes had really become women’s clothing. On the shelves were skirts, tops, revealing camisoles, leggings, and all sorts of other girly crap - not a single trace of anything even remotely masculine. In the underwear drawer were bras, panties, stockings, pantyhose, garters… All stuff I would’ve gladly seen on some hot girl, but the idea of putting it on myself made my stomach turn.

In the section where my jackets and trousers used to hang, there were now dresses, slips, women’s business suits with black skirts and blazers, and white blouses (apparently what used to be a school uniform), even corsets and negligees. A total nightmare!

Then I found my passport. Instead of my familiar face, an adorable brunette with big eyes and a stylish bob cut that perfectly highlighted a sexy neck stared back at me. Below the photo it said:
**Olga Sukhina, 1990, Moscow.**
Well, at least she kept my age the same—23, just as it should be.

After I finished examining the passport, I decided to have some coffee, since unfortunately there was nothing stronger available. I was just about to head into the kitchen when I was hit with a jolt of panic. I had to go to the bank today to make a payment on the loan I’d taken out for a new plasma TV.

I washed my face, wiping away the mascara that had run from all the crying, and got ready to leave. I didn’t bother changing, since the outfit I had on seemed decent enough for a trip to the bank. I just pulled up those damn stockings a bit higher.

But then a problem: where the hell was I supposed to put my new feminine ID and the money? My little dress didn’t even pretend to have pockets.

Out in the hallway, I saw three different handbags. Great, yet another delightful part of being a chick. I grabbed the black one, since my outfit was black, and from what I’d heard, the purse is supposed to match your clothes.

By the door, instead of the shoes I was used to, the shelf now held various heels. Cursing under my breath, I slipped on a pair and glanced in the mirror. On the nearby shelf were lipsticks, mascaras, and all sorts of makeup.

Muttering another curse, I started applying lipstick with the precision of a jeweler. To my surprise, it turned out pretty well. I didn’t dare try eye shadow or mascara - I already looked like one of those everyday girls walking the city streets.

As I stepped out of the apartment, I suddenly felt sorry for all the women who had to wear these damn heels every single day. I instantly began to hate my fourth-floor apartment - the stairs now felt endless. My poor legs were suffering.

I descended carefully, gripping the handrail, while the damn heels kept buckling, throwing me off balance to one side or the other. By the next landing, I couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed onto the steps, landing squarely on my soft, round ass.

You should’ve heard that scream! I squealed like a frightened schoolgirl. Though, to my surprise, falling wasn’t all that painful - my butt had turned into a pair of natural airbags!

I sat there in the middle of the landing for a bit, snorted in frustration, got back up on my heels, and started brushing myself off. My breasts bounced in rhythm with every movement, and it both amused and enraged me at the same time.

Finally, after conquering the stairs and stepping outside the building, I glided down the street like a boat. Yep, I now had a woman’s walk, Tanya had made sure of that too! My hips swayed, making my dress flutter left and right. Naturally, I tried to walk like I used to, but my old manly swagger felt incredibly awkward and was surprisingly hard to pull off. Cursing Tanya again under my breath, I floated forward.

As I walked down the street, I kept catching men’s eyes. I could see the desire burning in them. I could feel them mentally undressing me...

A passing fifth-grader elbowed his buddy and pointed at me, saying, “Check out that hot babe!” My cheeks flushed red. But denying it was pointless - I had become a “hot babe.”

And honestly, if I were still a guy, I probably wouldn’t have minded messing around with a girl like that. Tears welled up in my eyes again. Was I really going to stay a woman… forever? I didn’t want this. I liked being a man, I liked fooling around with chicks.

I almost broke down crying again when the bank came into view. I wiped my tears, pulled myself together, and stepped inside and immediately froze. Crap… it was all men in there.

“So what?” you might ask. Well, I was full-on paranoid! I could feel them staring at my legs, my ass, my chest! It made me incredibly self-conscious. Bright red with embarrassment, I walked up to the counter.

The cashier was much more polite than usual—and way too flirty. He called me “my darling,” “miss,” and “Olen'ka,” which absolutely infuriated me.
And of course, I got so nervous I dropped my documents and had to bend over to pick them up - something that the men in the room clearly enjoyed watching.

After finishing all the “transactions,” the cashier asked me about my plans for the evening. What was I supposed to say to that? I told him I was “very busy” today and bolted out of the bank.

Phew! Finally, that was over.
I sighed with relief and headed home, taking the usual shortcut through the courtyards. I didn’t even think about what kind of danger a walk through our rough neighborhood could mean, especially in my current condition.

Sure, just don't steal it


-Have you heard about Epstein?
-What?
-They say he got reincarnated in a Chinese kid.
-Well, I guess Indians were right.
-Everyone swears it's him, he hits on all his classmates they say, but I think it's fine, for now.
-Have you heard who was on the list?!
-Bill Gates?
-No, you expect that from Bills.
-Who then?
-Stephen Hawking.
-Oh my, I can already see the headline of a cheesy femminist rant on some blog smelling of tears after another failed diet: men's libido, the true black hole.

At first, everything was going smoothly, but in one of the alleyways, someone called out to me:

“Hey, gorgeous! Hold up!”

Without turning around, I quickened my pace, but two guys stepped right into my path. I turned to run the other way, only to bump straight into the chest of a third guy behind me.

He seemed huge to me, even though he wasn’t particularly tall. It’s just that I was only 165 cm now.

He grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around to face the other two, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, pressing me against him. I could feel the bulge in his crotch press up against my butt.

“Well, look what kind of little fish swam into our net,” said the guy in front of me as he stroked my cheek.

“Leave me alone! What do you want?!” I squealed, trying to break free, but the brute holding me was far too strong.

I knew exactly what they wanted to do to me… but there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Another creep grabbed my chin, looked into my eyes, and asked:

“Hey, girl, didn’t anyone teach you not to walk around shady places alone?”

“And who said she was alone?” came a voice from deeper in the alley.

The thugs turned around and saw a tall, athletic-looking man. I recognized him instantly - it was my best friend, Andrey. We’d been close buddies since school. Oh, and by the way, he’s been boxing for nearly five years now...

>>212162469 (OP)
I thought about it, tried a very rough sketch of some fantasy/mythologic stuff. Wasnt any good because I realized I didnt actually read much at all.
I have read more since then but I also realized I have nothing worth saying to deliver in the form of fiction.

“Who the hell is this tough guy? Got a death wish or something?” sneered one of the punks and lunged at Andrey.

He knocked him out with a single punch to the jaw. Did the same to the second guy. The one holding me finally let go and ran off through the courtyards. The other two, now on their feet, followed his lead.

And I’ve got to be honest - without some stranger’s dick pressed up against my butt, I felt much better.

“Well damn, Olya! Will you, please, tell me what possessed you to go wandering through these back alleys?” Andrey asked with a grin as he approached me.

Great. Now even my best friend was calling me Olya. I felt a fresh wave of rage toward Tanya, wanted to rip that bitch to pieces again.

“Uh, Andryukha, I… I don’t even know. I guess I’m just not used to this yet.”

He looked at me with surprise but didn’t press. Instead, he offered to walk me home. And honestly, I wasn’t against it. I definitely didn’t want to run into another trio of creeps.

We chatted about this and that on the way. I decided not to tell him what Tanya had done to me - he’d never believe it anyway.

But during our talk, I learned quite a few things. Like the fact that, over the last three years, he hadn’t just been boxing… but also having sex with me!

Yeah. Turns out we had been dating for a while, and I’d even introduced him to my parents. But six months ago, we broke up.

So basically, Andrey had gone from being my best friend to being my ex. Hilarious!

When we got to my building, I offered him to come in for some sandwiches. After all, if it hadn’t been for him, I might have really become a woman tonight. Just thinking about it gave me chills.

He agreed, and we went upstairs. The second he took off his shoes, Andrey flopped onto my couch and turned on my new plasma TV.

Some things never change!

And me? I suddenly had to “powder my nose.” Seriously, where were these words even coming from?

I walked into the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat out of habit. Then I remembered that standing up to pee was no longer an option for me...

Still hoping for a miracle, I felt around in my bikini area… but found nothing reassuring. I cursed Tanya again and, nearly on the verge of tears, sat down on the toilet like a girl.

After thinking it through, I hiked up my dress, pulled down my panties and, well, you get the idea… It worked!

As usual, I stood by the table, grabbed a knife, and started making some sandwiches. At first, everything was going fine, but then something completely unexpected stopped me in my tracks.

Suddenly, two arms wrapped around me from behind—and started caressing me. Seriously, I didn’t even hear him come into the kitchen.

“Andrey! What the hell are you doing?!” — is what I should have yelled, breaking out of his embrace. But instead, what slipped from my lips was a soft, gentle whisper:

“Oh… Andrey… What are you… What are you doing?...”

I honestly have no idea what came over me. I didn’t even try to pull away... Not even when his hands reached my breasts.

Andrey whispered into my ear:

“Sorry, Olya… I just can’t hold back when I see you like this… so sexy… Don’t you remember how good it used to be between us?”

Having pressed his lips to my neck, he lifted my dress and grabbed my ass with his right hand. And with his left hand he lifted the dress from the front and climbed into my panties.

And then I started to flow. Previously, women always started to flow from my touch, but now I myself was flowing, like the complete slut.

The most interesting thing is that I did not resist at all, but only sighed intermittently,
sticking out my ass, throwing back my head, and resting my hands on the table. What did this bitch Tanya do to me?!?!

All these touches... they were so pleasant that I could not resist at all. Having caressed me enough, Andrey decided to move on to
more serious actions. He turned me to face him and pressed his lips to me...

>>212162469 (OP)
The nigger left his hermitage and walked down the downtrodden path along ramshackle tincan dwellings and destitute fences and wired clothing lines on his way to quench his negro thirst among his fellow negros at the pumping station. Obsidian scion, cursed to wander the earth. 30 silver dollars slapping against his hip, witness of his grand betrayal yet the promise of salvation. The stale air of the river and its floating debris filled his wide negro nostrils. Yesterday they'd found a fresh body in it, how many unknown carcasses its murky waters knew was a secret kept between God Almighty and the crawdads. Nigger children played along the gravel road throwing dead rats at one another by the tails like Belaric slingers, ancient warfare reborn among the shanties of the modern world. A bellicose play repeated ad infinitum by the marching of callus bare feet on the amphitheater of imagination interrupted by the sound of dinner bells and shouting and the smell of cooking to be continued at another time. He kicked a dead cat with his worn boot, toe cap missing for half a year. He adjusted the brim of his new Stetson hat and he spat. From the negro Church he heard antediluvian chants out of place in a civilized age. Flittermice flapped about in their insane chase in the night sky, bringing about pestilence wherever they decided to fall dead. Halfway there. His throat was itching. The old pumphouse not only supplied water but cold beer and company and games of hazard and the tales of old niggers to the discorded negro tunes of jazz. An old generator kept the looted fridge running, the broken piano was found under the expressway. Blocks of ice and sawdust kept the rest of the stock cold in an icebox. They shared this establishment with roaches and rats and mosquitoes and the lice residing along their negro scalps. A structure of the white man appropriated by his charges in their own image. The white man's burden

My eyes closed. I could only feel how I ended up in his arms. Without stopping the kiss, Andrey carried me to the bedroom.

I opened my eyes only when he laid me down on the bed and fell on top of me. Lying under him, I grabbed his face with my hands and pushed it away from me.

"Andrey, that's enough. We can't..." I started to purr, when he pressed his index finger to my lips.

"Shhh... No need, Olya... Please, don't reject me again..." He whispered, and again bit into my lips.

And I couldn't reject him. Instead of pushing him away again, I hugged him tightly and pressed myself even closer.

Without stopping caresses, we sat up and began to undress. Andrey turned me to him
with my back, and took off my bra, exposing my hardened nipples.

I grabbed the hem of my dress, and taking it off, threw it away along with the pendant. Then Andrey's hand slid into my already completely wet panties and took them off. I hadn't even imagined that women liked it so much when they were undressed...

And then... I saw Andrey's cock. I was simply horrified, since it was much larger than mine was. But my pussy flowed even more. Now I was almost completely naked...

Way too many pauses... don't write like Hollywood writes modern movie dialogue

I was seriously going to reply to this thread until I started reading your poorly made tranny smut