Home movies: By Rhodry.

Home movies

He found a bunch of old film reels, in the attic or was it the basement. 

He looked thou the house to find if what could be useful or trash, or keep, or to get rid off. 

Or scrap it. It seem to be some old sex film. Nothing really special, I watched them, to see the quality. 

To see if there worth anything.

As I thought it was, just old sex movies, more sex and nudity , bad or poor plot. 

Other than it had some value, to collectors of old things, it wasn't important to me. 

But I do know it has value to others. In a day or so, I'll try to find someone. 

To buy them.

As I watch the last of the films, most were the same, but this one, had some minor merit. It was sorta a mild porn, horror, thriller movie. 

Before it got interesting, felt a sleep, in my dreams if you call them a dream.

I touched a old TV set screen. 

And it seem I was such up into it, it seems I landed in the same place, but looked different, almost new, like it was preserved. 

And there was a girl ,no a woman, she looked like those porn stars in the film. She was half sitting, half laid their. 

Clad only in a medium sized robe , open to reveal her body. To expose her naked form, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. 

She notice me, noticing her.

She stood up and walked to me. Ands looked at me, touch me every so lightly. 

I was a bit frilly and embarrassed, all the same time.

She said; my, my do I excited you.

I said; well yes, and no.

She said, why did do I embarrass you.

Well it kind of personal.

I find you attractive, but for in not a sexually way.

Are you gay. She asked.

No I'm not gay.

Well if your not gay, are a virgin.

Well sorta , I am.

Well if your not gay. 

And your s virgin. 

You probably need the proper girl to show to get intimate to show what it's like!

As she touch me, again that slight feeling touch me again.

Before she came closer to me. 

I said stop, I stop, I can't, I can't!

Thou she was still touching me a bit.

I told her, why I thou I never told anyone why. I told her.

I never truthy felt like a guy. every time I see a girl. I felt a bit angry, a bit embarrassed. 

That its not me. I should me the one. I should be the girl.

Oh my, you poor dear. I think I can help you.

How , I asked.

Well it a bit complicated, just say I can, change you into a girl. Physically and more.

As her touch was more, a press on me. 

I started to change into a copy of her. 

In every way, even the robe. 

As she kiss me, on the lips. 

She slowly disappear. And I woke up.

It on the couch it was morning, I still in a robe, I looked in the mirror and saw her, no me, in the mirror. 

I thought I was a dream it was real. 

The place back to what it was. 

I found my clothes, they were the same but different to. 

So I'm a girl now. 

All because of my old film.

I looked at my stuff , they me like I wore before which wasn't true. 

I looked at my ID and everything, they match my feminine form. 

Even if I told anyone would they believe it was true. 

It was be a good story or legend!