Heterosexual?.

Between 85% & 94% of the female population was heterosexual before the great shift. Most of them, after the great shift, adapted to their new genders and Found Love in female arms. 

But there were those like Miss M. Phoenix who, despite enjoying having sex with women, found herself missing the feel, smell, taste, and touch of a man.

That's perfect.

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Jason stood holding his swollen pregnant belly in the middle of the flower Meadow as a photographer took another photograph.

He was hot, he was uncomfortable, he just wanted to sit down and relax.

But the woman who had hired him as a surrogate wanted plenty of beautiful photographs to remember this time.

So every couple of weeks, she had him rolled out and stood in front of a camera to take her fantasy pregnancy pictures, so she could show all her friends years later how beautiful she was while pregnant. 

France?

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Joy.

Joy.

People, have often asked me, before I became a woman, was I every interesting in men, thank was, a hard question, since i WAS TRANSFORM a woman, fully and completely, i didn't think about it, never considered it, even when I transformed into a woman, I stayed as much as a boy, well tomboy, then it happen my first period, I actual experience it, it was the worst and probably the best thing, then a few months, I wore dresses and heels, plus I wore makeup too, then about a year, I started to date, then when I decided to have girl sex as a girl, it was wonderful, and maybe I'll get married if I find the right guy and be his wife, and maybe a mother wouldn't that be wonderful

New Mum.

As a man put into the body of a pregnant woman thanks to the Great Shift, I really did not think I would be a woman or pregnant. 

My male brain reminded me every day of all the horrors that came with pregnancy, like backache, swollen ankles, horniness, mood swings, sickness, haemorrhoids, just to name a few. 

I found pregnancy to be quite uncomfortable, disagreeable, and repulsive.

But my mind did not know how delightful, pleasurable, and satisfying it could be. 

Carrying a baby inside of you every day is a delight.

Just feeling it moving inside me made me happy and forget all the hardships, pain, and discomfort I had been feeling. 

As the day grew close, I found myself making sure the house was clean and tidy, my hospital bag was ready to go, and the nursery was all set up for my little bundle of joy. 

Little did I know that when my water finally broke, there was nobody to drive me to the hospital, so I drove myself, and halfway there in a thunderstorm, I seriously went into labour. 

I ended up going through labour all by myself with no painkillers in my car in the middle of a thunderstorm. 

I had to chew through the umbilical cord and tighten it up myself.

I was tired.

I was exhausted, but holding my baby wrapped in a blanket to my chest made me break out into tears of happiness and joy.

Even more so when the Emergency Services finally got to me, and I was taken to the hospital with my newborn to be checked over, and after a night in the hospital, everything was good. We were given the green light to go home, but this time in my mum's car. 

My wedding?

I was backpacking through Europe and decided to go hitchhiking that day, even though I had been warned against it. 

I thought, as a young, healthy, strong man, what harm could come to me? 

After all, I wasn't a defenceless woman. 

I was soon picked up by a greasy-looking man in a delivery truck. 

I communicated that we were heading in the same direction, and he confirmed it. 

The journey would take three hours, so I was relieved not to have to make the trip alone.

About halfway through, he offered me some of his lunch: a cup of coffee from a flask and a bit of bread. 

Not wanting to be rude and feeling quite hungry, I happily devoured the bread and washed it down with the sweet and delightful coffee. 

I must have drifted off because when I woke up, I was in a nightmare.

I found myself no longer in the truck with the greasy driver but instead as a woman in a wedding dress, standing next to a man. 

I was informed that we were now married, and I had to obey him no matter what, or there would be consequences. 

As I sat alone in the room, tears flowing down my face, my wedding dress feeling out of place and frightening, another woman entered.

She reassured me that everything would be okay. 

She was heavily pregnant and spoke flawless English.

I asked her what was happening, and she explained that the poor girls from these villages wanted to escape their tragic lives. 

To do so, they had been kidnapping foreign tourists to swap into their bodies, then selling the tourists—now trapped in women's bodies—to men as wives or playthings. 

I looked at her in disbelief, asking how they could let this happen and whether nobody would stop it. 

The woman stroked her belly and replied, "I wasn't always a woman. I was once like you—a young man backpacking across Europe. 

Then I was picked up while hitchhiking, and I woke up here, married to a man. That was almost three years ago. 

This is my second child, and I am quite happy in my life here, even though it consists of cooking, cleaning, raising children, and satisfying a relentless man. 

Things could have been a lot worse. 

I've heard stories of people who rebelled, fought back, and tried to escape their new lives, and I know how they ended up."

She continued, "If you want my advice, stop crying. 

Accept your husband and your marital duties. 

Trust me, the first time is hard, but after that, you will grow to Love it. These men can be decent if you treat them right and keep them happy." 

After she left the room, I had a lot to think about. 

Her words lingered in my mind, and I gave up all thoughts of escaping or trying to get people to believe who I really was.

Although I didn't like the idea, her words held a certain truth. 

I had to adapt and do what was expected of me.

I stood up, wiped away my tears, and asked the woman watching me for help to tidy my makeup. 

Then I joined my husband in the marital Suite, where he introduced me to a world of pleasure and ecstasy beyond my imagination. 

Could I really believe that a woman's pleasure could be so profound and transcendent? 

I was beginning to think that I could grow to like this body, this life, and my new role in it after just one fuck.

Orgy?

I remember feeling a whirlwind of emotions when I returned to work after my shift. 

It had been six months since I embraced my identity as a woman, yet I still grappled with feelings of uncertainty and a nervousness that lingered within me. 

While it was time to face the world and reclaim my professional life, the thought of re-entering my workplace filled me with apprehension. How would the unshifted women perceive me? What about the unshifted men? 

Would I be the only one navigating this new, unfamiliar path in the office?

To my genuine surprise, I discovered that I wasn't alone in my experience at all! 

Several colleagues had also shifted; they had shifted, too.

Some individuals approached me differently, driven by the conflicts and struggles they had faced. 

A few of the women seemed curious, wanting to empathise by treating me as they had often been treated by the men in their lives.

Meanwhile, there were those like me—eager to embrace our new lives without being defined solely by our past identities.

As I grew more comfortable in my own skin and with femininity, I found myself increasingly curious about the depths of women's and men's pleasure and the thrill of exploration that came with it. 

I longed to experience the world of excitement and ecstasy from this fresh perspective. 

One evening at work, I confided in a colleague who had also recently shifted into a female body. 

In response, he shared information about a club that catered to people like us. 

In this place, we could connect anonymously, allowing us to explore without the weight of our pasts hanging over us. 

The thought intrigued me, and after taking down the address on my phone, I decided to act on this new opportunity.

That Friday night, my friend and I transformed into our party outfits after work, which, though revealing, felt empowering in their boldness. 

Entering the club sparked a mix of nerves and excitement within me.

We found ourselves at the bar, drinks in hand, letting the pulsating music wash over us as we wondered how the adventures would begin.

Just over an hour later, the atmosphere shifted dramatically as the DJ announced that "the Orgy" party was about to start. 

Amid an electric air of spontaneity, we were encouraged to let go of inhibitions. 

There were no names, no formal introductions—just the freedom to connect with anyone who caught our eye. It was exhilarating and surreal, and by midnight, I had quite an adventure that left me breathless and buzzing with energy.

When I awoke the next morning, I found myself in a hazy but blissful state, wrapped in the arms of a stranger on the cushioned club floor. 

I felt a delightful mixture of satisfaction and exhilaration, even if uncertainty lingered about the choices I'd made. 

After quickly gathering my things, I left the club and headed home with a sense of possibility blooming within me.

Following a much-needed rest, I rose, showered, and had breakfast while preparing for a STI check-up. 

I even reached out to my friend, overflowing with excitement, to share just how incredible the night had been. 

We made plans to return to the club the following week!

Later that day, feeling empowered and in tune with my desires, I treated myself to some private time at home. 

With my trusty toy and a sense of adventure, I embraced the joy of self-discovery that came with this new chapter in my life. 

I fell asleep that night, content and filled with dreams of all the possibilities ahead. 

This experience had opened a new world to me, one of happiness, pleasure, and a truly vibrant life as a woman.

My new life.

Richard, the assistant to the district attorney, was walking home from the office after another late night working on the Robinson inquiry.

The Robinson inquiry was set up to help take down local gang leaders, drug dealers, and pimps, which upset quite a few people.

Those people were unable to bribe the district attorney or his assistant, so they decided to put someone in the office to pass on information and lose evidence. Suddenly, that person became Richard.

As he stood at the crossing, waiting to cross to the other side, a windowless panel van pulled up beside him. 

A beautiful woman in the van asked him for directions.

Captivated by her beauty and charm, Richard leaned over to give her the directions she needed. 

Just then, someone snuck up behind him—her accomplice—and injected him in the side of the neck with knockout drops. 

When Richard came too many days later, he found himself in a situation that completely messed with his mind. 

Now, he was in the body of a beautiful young woman, complete with curves and assets. 

Panic set in as he realised the extent of the transformation; he no longer had his manhood between his legs.

The beautiful woman from the van entered the room and tried to calm him down. 

In a soothing and seductive voice, she warned him that if he didn't comply, they would have to restrain him. 

She explained that a clever and twisted man had taken over his body, and for the past few days, he had been sabotaging the Robinson inquiry. 

She told him he had to accept what had happened to him—his new body, his new gender, and his new identity.

Richard was now Stephanie Thomas, a 22-year-old woman, a college dropout working as a model and part-time stripper. 

She informed him that she was now in the body of the gangster who had taken over his life, and she would be keeping a close eye on him to make sure he didn't change her character. 

She provided him with a load of revealing and uncomfortable female clothes and underwear. Additionally, she handed him a bag containing his new identity—his driver's license, tampons, condoms, and keys to his apartment. 

They dropped him off outside the apartment where he now lived, located on a back street not far from a local strip joint. 

They instructed him to read everything they had left for him in the apartment to learn what he needed to know as Stephanie.

He was also warned not to reveal his true identity to anyone or try to convince anyone from his old life that he really was who he was. 

If he did, they threatened to give him a life far less desirable than the one he now had.

Entering his new apartment, Richard was surprised to discover one detail they hadn't mentioned: She/He had a boyfriend who was very unhappy that she had been out all night. 

When he checked her purse and found no money, he realised she hadn't been working. The boyfriend looked at him hungrily and said, "I guess you owe me an apology for making me worry so much."

Instinctively, Richard found himself getting to his knees in front of the man and was not overly surprised when the boyfriend whipped out his member. 

Although it disgusted him, he felt an unexpected thrill as he took it into his mouth. 

The act was more pleasurable than he could have imagined. 

Life as Stephanie was easy, simple, and complicated all at once.

During emotional moments throughout the month, he found himself missing his old life and wishing he could speak to his parents, sister, and friends to let them know what had happened. 

However, fear held him back; if these people could swap his body for someone else's, what else were they capable of? 

So, he kept his mouth shut, determined to be the perfect girlfriend who worked hard and earned money, living a life similar to that of many other women out there—even if it wasn't entirely satisfying to him.

Joy.

People often ask me if I ever considered being with men before my Transformation. Honestly, I didn't. Now, as a woman, I fully embrace my needs—emotional and sexual. It's exciting to explore my desires and connect with men who spark my interest. I Love how quickly I'm opening up to new experiences! If I'm going to be a woman, I'm choosing to be a happy, fulfilled one. 

Life is too beautiful not to enjoy every moment, and I'm here to embrace it with joy and confidence!

What's up with him?

Danny presented his ass to his friends and said, "This is all you guys want, isn't it?"

You don't care that I don't like being a woman,oman you don't care that I find it frustrating and difficult.

All you care about is getting in my knickers.

Well, that's as close as you're going to get.

He stood back up, pulled his skirt down, and stormed out of the place.

Leaving his friend standing there, at full tension, confused about what he was upset about this time. 

What's up with him?

All I said was, " Can I slap your ass?

What's the rage about that?

I guess it's just his time of the month?

Its good to be a woman.

Frankie used to be a big man. 

He used to drive a fast Corvette; he used to have women hanging off his arm all the time. 

Still, secretly, he was dead inside. 

All he really wanted in life was to be a beautiful young woman. 

He got the opportunity to swap one day. 

Still, it came at a cost. 

He had to give up his education, his money, his job, and even his Corvette. 

Still, it was all worth it to be a beautiful young woman, even if he was driving a clapped-out VW, had the intelligence of a college dropout, and found it hard to say no to a man, no matter how scummy and bad he was. 

What too do?

Michael, in his granddaughter's female body, struggled to divert his attention from the stirring sensations that crept into his thoughts as he showered for the first time in her body.

He found himself glancing at his granddaughter's body, captivated by her youthful beauty, her graceful figure radiating an innocence that tugged at his conscience.

Yet, a nagging question hovered in his mind: Was it appropriate to feel this way about her? The internal conflict weighed heavily on him, contrasting his protective instincts with the confusing sensations that seemed to betray his own morality.

France?

Jack and Victor were relocated to France and given the bodies & jobs as showgirls after they went into the witness protection program.

It was to stop their former employer, a criminal gang they turned their backs on, from tracking them down and coming after them for putting their ex-boss behind bars for multiple crimes he had committed.

Jack, 

I was expecting to hate being a woman and a showgirl. 

But I still Love it, Victor.

Victor,

I now, Jac,k I simply Love it too, Jack. 

Victor,

There's just something about being beautiful, sexy, and a woman that makes life well worth living. Now, let's get out there, shake our money makers and pick up a couple of rich guys to have fun with for the rest of the evening and maybe into the morning?

Sophie Turner Requested by Josef Zápotocky

Josef was engulfed in a whirlwind of curiosity and exhilaration as he pondered the enigmatic reasons behind Sophie Turner’s decision to involve him. The thrill of the unknown danced in his veins; whatever her intentions were, he found himself eager to dive headfirst into the unfolding mystery. Sophie, with her captivating presence and clever mind, had concocted a daring strategy to outmanoeuvre Emilia Clarke, and Josef was more than ready to stand by her side as her ally.

The prospect of working alongside someone as enchanting and extraordinary as Sophie Turner filled him with a sense of serendipity. He couldn’t help but feel honoured to be part of this riveting adventure, which promised twists and turns he could scarcely predict. This unexpected chapter in his life brimmed with possibilities, and he felt a flutter of anticipation at the thought of what lay ahead. With a heart full of hope and excitement, Josef looked forward to the journey that awaited him, eager to discover where Sophie’s bold plan would lead them both as he was turned into Emilia Clarke.

Family.

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What am I doing?

What am I doing?

Jack was discovering how much he was discovering how erotic a woman's body could be, he even enjoyed it, that he even understood the effects lingerie, the nylons the dresses, he was understanding the effects, of a man touching his feminine body, the stoke of his nylons covered legs, the touch through his blouse, the sense of his hands of my breasts, i quivered a bit in joy, he say do you like, I say yes, more please then he raised my, my skirts, my slip,, lowered my panties( knickers), my nylons down to my knees, are you ready, to lose your virginity, I said yes, not once, not twice but three times, I felt those orgasms, it, it incredible, id you like it, I said no, I loved it, so Jack wants xt Jack, its not Jack, it more Jackie or Jacquline, i figure it out later, but now kiss him dear, he smiled and kissed Jackie.

Super serum.

Super serum.

He was once the best SOLIDER, he was one of the elite one, one out 10000 of them, but an injury, paralyzed, him, but there was a chance for Scott a 33-years-old solider, but what could he do he could barely move a finger, so there was a chance that , he move again , but it was experimental, and you are the first, it could be painful, but Scott, had to take the chance , for him to walk again, for the next several weeks Scott was change , transformed , but there was side-effect it transformed him into a girl, physically, genetical , mentally , even emotionally, Scott had to learn , to understand it, the scientist were studying the problem, the reason, and if it was possible to reserves it, it couldn't it that time Scot was trained , educated to adapt to being a girl , but there was side-effect that they learned that Scott was more agile, quicker , her reaction quicker even better than when Scott was a man, but had idees , to turn Scott into there secret weapon, she could things that most couldn't do, so Sara as was sent to places that most couldn't and she seem to succeed most couldn't, sometime a gun, a knife, a stick , even a stone, it said, they used a modified version, of the serum, to turned some of most macho rules into subservient girls, with hard any memory of there former lives which many would follow them. Sara smile, if there could wanted died if could remember it. Sara was looking for some carnal pleasure, for the day, she had decided to look for a guy, a girl or both, which was still a problem or a choice.

To sexy.

Too sexy.

Benjamin had always what fascination with woman in stockings, he like the idea of women wear them, to like that flash of dark nylons, those skirt and heels, he knows it probably know its sort of fantasy, but it harmless, so he kept to himself, but he always wanted to see it, in pictures, films, tv even in real life, but things and be strange even funny in a s own way  Then a flash of light, darkness when his vision cleared, Benjamin's life cleared, he was a  no i, it's female, a girl, a woman, instead of being shocked or surprised  By the way, a happy surprise  So, Bejamin started to embrace, his, her new life, Bejamin's life was flurry, he, which was funny , she thought herself as a he still, she didn't know if normal or not, had to practice dressing as a female, the first thing as Benjamin's name was BreeAnn, then the silk and satin, then he started to wear skirts and dresses and heels, she started to wear grater belt , and stocks , thigh highs  However, the heels were about two inches, and he also wore opaque tights  She loved the loo9k the feel of the hose on her legs, it was exciting, she chose the different style of nylons, and she loved it, she loved to excite the guys, maybe it went further than the clothes.

I love you.

Emma was not expecting this when she got home from work today.

Her husband Alan was lying on the table surrounded by petals, with a bow over its crotch, a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a cake in the other, saying, " Let's fuck and make up. 

She looked at him and said do you really think this is gonna make me give you back your body after what you have done to me? 

Frank just looked up at her and said I was hoping you would Love me and then tell me I could stay a woman forever. 

I don't want to go back to being a man.

I only cheated on you because I could not control my desires or dick.

But now I just want to be your perfect little wifey.

To sexy.

Benjamin had always liked a woman in stockings.

There was just something about it that got him hard.

The great shift swapped him into a beautiful woman's body on his way home from work. 

Now he could stare at his beautiful legs in stockings, in tights, or just naked as God intended whenever he wanted and still get off on them.