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I was on my way to start my babysitting job at the Jones household, when out of a doorway stepped Travis, the school bully.  “Woah, where do you think you are going nerd?” he asked aggressively, putting his hand out and shoving my chest hard to push me back.

“Oh shit, Travis,” I gulped looking around for help and realising I was all alone, “please man, I’m gonna be late for my job.”

“Hah, you call that a job. You’re an embarrassment to men, everyone knows that boys can’t be babysitters.  Babysitters should be hot, sexy little sluts like my girlfriend Shauna… not boys like you.”

“Look Travis, I don’t want any trouble.  I’m sorry you don’t agree with it, but I’m good with kids and I do a good job as a babysitter.  Gender shouldn’t determine what jobs you can and can’t do…”

“You’re an argumentative little fuck aren’t you?  Just like my Shauna was before I found this…” laughed Travis pulling a bottle of perfume out of his bag.  “Did you know she used to be a good little girl before I turned her into a vain, gossiping, popular little slut using this evil magic perfume?”

“Travis, I don’t know what you are talking about…” I gulped feeling really scared now.

“You soon will.  I’m sick of seeing you and your pathetic life… I think it’s time to make you a little different.  One spray of this and you’ll become as you should be… a naughty little babysitting bitch.  Five or six sprays should make you really nasty and make the effects permanent.  Don’t worry, no one except me will even remember the old you, you can thank me later with a blowjob or something.”  Laughing he sprayed me five or six times with the sweet smelling scent and then walked away.

“See you later loser, enjoy your new life!  Like I said, look me up later when you’re feeling really horny…”

I coughed and spluttered, gasping as my body burned and my head span.  Desperately I tried to stagger along the street but everything seemed to ache and my head was spinning so badly I could barely walk.  My clothing felt funny and my face was burning.  I couldn’t process what was happening to me.

I reached the Jones house and rang the doorbell.  I was supposed to be meeting the older son Kyle to take the keys and get my instructions for the night.  I didn’t know what Travis had sprayed me with, but maybe Kyle could help.  The pain was starting to recede actually.

“Oh my God, Chloe… are you okay?” asked Kyle as he opened the door and saw me standing there.  I blinked in confusion as he led me inside, who the hell was Chloe?  Then it clicked.  I was Chloe.  Of course I was.  I was Chloe Campbell… I was eighteen, about to start college and I was something of a popular girl and a sexy minx.

“Oh, I’m fine babe, just a little woozy,” I giggled noticing my clothing had changed into a sexy dress, knee socks and boots.  It didn’t seem to concern me, and as I also now appeared to have long blonde hair and makeup on - it seemed to fit better.

“I’m glad you are here early,” he grinned.  “My parents already left for the restaurant and my little brother is glued to his xbox upstairs. He won’t hear a thing if you wanna have a little fun.”

“Boy, do I…” I giggled, reaching up on my tip-toes and kissing him.  I squeezed his cock with my free hand feeling my body start to warm up with lust.  “I’ve been dying for a good fuck all day.”

We made out, his tongue in my mouth as I purred warmly against him, squealing happily as his hands clenched my ass and I felt myself get hornier and hornier. Kyle was so fucking hot and the fact he was a few years older than me was such a turn on.  He was so much hotter than the boys at school, we had been fucking on and off since I first started babysitting here.  His dumb girlfriend was completely clueless about the whole thing.

“Fuck, you smell amazing.. is that a new perfume?” he asked as he kissed my neck.

“Yep, do you like it?  It makes me feel so feminine,” I giggled.  “You know the other thing that always makes me feel girly?  Sucking cock…”

Kyle groaned as I slid submissively to my knees before him and tugged down his pants.  I was pleased to see his big dick was already stiff, but I knew I could make it harder.  I loved sucking cock so much, I was so good at it and it made me feel so slutty.  I eagerly fastened my lips round his dick and looked up at him as I started to suck… pumping the base of his erection with my free hand.

“Fuck Chloe, you are sooooo good at that baby.”

“Shit Chloe, I wanna fuck you so bad,” groaned Kyle pulling my head off his dick.  

“I’m not wet enough yet,” I objected  and then squealed as he picked me up and bent me over the worktop.

“You soon will be.”

“Ohhhh fuck,” I gasped as Kyle ripped my panties to one side and began licking my clit, making my shaven pussy get wetter and wetter by the second.

“Ohhhhh Kyle, it feels so good, please put your cock in me!”

I felt so slutty and hot as Kyle pushed me over the bench and slid his big dick deep into my tight wet snatch.  He began fucking me with assured long strokes and I whined and moaned in pure joy as he gave me the hard fucking I had been longing for all day.

In the end we fucked for half an hour… then he left me full of his cum and feeling very satisfied.  I loved being a babysitter.  It was lucky for me that Kyle hadn’t been asked by his parents to stay in and look after his brother, but then again… everyone knows.  Boys can’t be babysitters, just us girls!

I hated the GRAMMYs. A supposed celebration of music ultimately turned into a worshipping of untalented, one note artists. None of that was more prominent than with the most recent Grammys. The only award I cared about wasn’t in the official ceremony so I had to read about it after. But unfortunately, I had to watch the official ceremony for a college paper.

I was a big metalhead, my favorite bands were too niche and underground to even get considered for a nomination. I sat down with my laptop, my college had given it to me so I could take notes for my paper. My father was sitting on the couch next to me since I needed someone to make jokes with.

I wrote down all the artists and groups that won and which category they were in. I was getting pretty bored, everything seemed to blur together. The live performances were okay, most of them seemed to be lip-synced so me and my father joked about it the whole time. That is until Cardi B started performing her “song” WAP.

The song was absolutely dreadful, deplorable even, but I couldn’t look away from it. It was as if the song itself was possessing me and forcing me to watch. As Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion “sang” I could feel something changing inside of me. I got up and started dancing, not knowing that my body was changing.

My skin became lighter and fairer. Long, flowing brown hair flowed from my scalp until it covered my growing pectorals as they became breasts. I became slightly shorter and slightly skinnier. My penis and testicles retracted into my body, leaving a cute clit and vagina in its place. My moans and groans became feminine as my Adam’s Apple melted away. My ass expanded until it was big and thicc. My clothes transformed into a new outfit that fit my new feminine form. I fell to the floor as my transformation finished.

I seemed to forget that my dad was still there until I felt his warm hand on my new smooth skin. We looked into each other’s eyes until the performance finally ended. I fell back onto the floor as I transformed back into my original body.

“Dad?” I asked him, shocked and worried. “What happened?” “I don’t know, son. You just...turned into a hot chick,” he replied, chuckling. I went back to sitting on the couch and taking notes. After going back to the usual routine of taking notes and joking, the ceremony finally ended. I had a late night snack and went to bed.

The morning sun finally came and I got out of bed. I went downstairs and saw my father sitting on the couch watching TV. It was as if he didn’t even get off of the couch last night. I walked to the kitchen and prepared to cook breakfast, until I heard a familiar chromatic progression. My body changed again as I began dancing to the song.

My dad walked in and watched as my bubble butt bounced while I cooked breakfast. He walked up behind me and began kissing my neck. I let out a small gasp as he wrapped his arms around my torso. “These look amazing, babe,” he said. Something in me changed. I finished making breakfast, plated it, and then turned around to see the handsome man in front of me.

He pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and allowing my tongue to invade his mouth. After a few minutes, I eventually broke the kiss and kneeled in front of him. I couldn’t help myself. This body combined with the music that was seemingly stuck on loop made me incredibly horny for him.

I fished out his hard cock and kissed his shaft. Fuck it tasted so good. I shouldn’t have. I knew I shouldn’t have. But I did. And I loved it. I worshipped my father’s....no...man’s cock, expertly licking and sucking and making him moan.

It wasn’t long before he was fucking my throat. This body didn’t have a gag reflex so I moaned as I deepthroated him. Moments later he finally came down my throat. His load was massive but I managed to swallow it all. He lifted me up and carried me to his room. The sex that day was amazing. He fucked me with such raw power and vigor and I couldn’t get enough of him.

We made love for hours, our naked bodies rubbing and kissing each other. Two things happened then that changed my life forever. My father came inside of my unprotected pussy, and his phone died. The song ended along with my old life as my new one began. It seemed that my father forgot who I was as he called me a name that I didn’t recognize at first. “I love you, Riley,” he said. “I love you too, Patrick,” I instinctively replied. We shared a passionate kiss before he finally pulled out of me, sealing my fate as a woman forever.

It’s been a few months since that fateful day. My baby bump is significantly showing now. Patrick can’t get enough of it though. Before he leaves for he gives me and my swollen tummy warm kisses. I stay at home and focus on taking care of the house and my college work. Instead of being a pretentious music major, I’m now majoring in gender studies.

I love my new life. Sure, I’m significantly shorter and now carrying my own father’s unborn child, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I still hate WAP, but I have to respect it for giving me one.

Actually...my fiancé is coming home. I better take care of him soon.

Ian came home to the sight of a scantily clad woman standing and checking herself out in the mirror, smiling and probing her nether regions. Ian's cock stirred to life reflexively, but Ian could only sigh.

"Dude, seriously? You're fucking giving me the weirdest boner." He said to his roommate Jason, who was the woman having a good time before his very eyes. It was weird having a warlock as a roommate.

"I- ah!" Jason gasped as he removed his fingers from his ass and pussy. He blushed a little and laughed, "You know you love it."

"Whatever, it's not like you can make me cum, so what's the point?" Ian complained. He had, of course, asked the other times Jason had turned himself into a girl if they could have sex. Jason turned him down. It might have been just as well, Ian had decided later. When he tried to think of the hot woman who was Jason and jerk off to her, Ian would get kind of excited but then his mind would jerk back to Jason as a man. He'd think about Jason's cock and lose his erection.

"Is that a challenge?" Jason cooed. Ian's cock was positively aching at this point. "I'll have you know my technique is excellent."

"Fuck yeah it's a challenge. You couldn't make me cum if you tried!" Ian scoffed back, speaking more from the dick than from anywhere else.

"Alright, I'm going to make you cum by any means necessary." Jason winked. Then his eyes flashed red and the world spun around Ian.

Ian blinked a few times and found himself staring as Jason, but back as a man again. More odd than that, Jason was taller than him now when it was usually the other way around. A glance down revealed why. Jason had turned Ian into a girl.

Ian was about to complain when he saw a bulge in Jason's pants and his words caught in his throat. Just looking at it it produced a powerful sensation Ian had never felt before.

Jason wasted no words. He moved to stand close to Ian, seeming to tower over him. Jason gently caressed Ian's breasts, producing another new sensation that made Ian gasp in surprised delight. Caresses became gropes. Gropes became grabs. The gap between them closed and Ian suddenly found himself eagerly making out with Jason. Next thing he knew he was stripped and on the bed. Jason came up behind him and gently pushed his cock into Ian's hot and wet pussy as Ian let out a loud moan.

And he kept moaning as Jason continued to thrust, lost in a bliss he'd never experienced before. He thought about Jason and as before couldn't stop thinking about his roommate's cock. Only now that was a good thing, as it filled him and brought him surging waves of pleasure. They began to build and Ian's moans grew louder and more violent. He arched his back, pressing his tits into the bed as his whole body shook, the world rocking to the beat of his ecstacy.

Ian cried out as the dam suddenly burst and he was overcome by the majesty of the female orgasm.

Ian slumped, and a few seconds later heard Jason grunt and the thrusting stop. Hot cum filled Ian's pussy and he shuddered as a small aftershock raced through him.

"Told you I could make you cum. My technique is impeccable." Jason said afterwards.

Ian blushed. He couldn't believe his roommate had actually just made him cum. As a woman. "You did."

Don't be so embarrassed. I'll turn you back now. Or you can shower first." Jason asked.

"What, you don't think you can make me cum twice?" Ian jibbed jocularly, throwing down the gauntlet. He couldn't imagine not doing that again.

I was walking down the sidewalk and my ears were assaulted by an ungodly rumbling noise. A guy on a motorcycle flew past and then parked on the curb. He was lean, I bet he didn’t even lift. Real men had big muscles, he had some but he was still skinny looking. His arms were covered in tattoos *ugh* everyone knew that good, respectable men didn’t have tattoos, or at least girls with self respect, like me. He took his helmet off and he had a beard, another red flag. How’s he gonna get a job when he’s all scraggly looking? He pulled a comb out of his pocket and styled his matted hair, it had too much product in it. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. This guy was so sad. His life must be pathetic he has to have death wish, smoking and riding that death trap everywhere. He was wearing a leather jacket with the sleeves ripped off, and there was some kind of foreign language on the back. He must have been some kind of outlaw.

“S’cuse me, Miss? Could you give me directions? I haven’t had time to check my map.” He asked, his voice was raspy. A lifetime of smoking taking its course, I suppose.

“You will not address me. I don’t talk to vagrants or drifters.” I said trying to walk past.

“Oh come on now I don’t be like that, I just need directions to Austin”. He asked after me. I could hear him puffing away on the cigarette.

“Did you try back the way you came!” I yelled.

“Hey I’m just a traveller in need of some help. You go to Baylor I bet? Where’s the Christian charity I’ve heard you’re so proud of!” He said a little louder, but not yelling.

“I’m gonna save it for someone who matters! Not some bum who’s throwing his life away.” I said looking back. He was gone.

I turned around and there he was looking me dead in the face. I screamed. He blew some kind of powder in my face. It was making me dizzy. Did he just drug me?

“I think you need an attitude adjustment about what it means to be nicer to your fellow man. I’ll change your mind. Like a roaring river against the rocks, I’ll wear you down and change your very shape, and all your rough edges will be made smooth.” He said. It was echoing in my head because of whatever that stuff was. What was this weirdo even talking about. I was getting sleepy

*later*

I woke up naked in some building. It looked like a loft apartment. That bastard biker must have kidnapped me! And now he expected me to be his sex slave or something! I had to get out of here. He walked by drinking a beer.

“Well, well. Look who finally woke up.” He said smiling at me.

“You bastard! Let me go right now!” I screamed. “And give me back my clothes!”

“Okay, little bird calm down. I’ll give you some clothes.” He said waving his hand.

All of a sudden I was wearing a skimpy tank top and some Jean shorts that barely covered anything. This was almost worse than being naked.

“No! I want MY clothes. Not this cheap slutwear!” I yelled at him.

“Relax.” He said. His voice was doing that echo thing again. I did relax...b-but not for him. Just so I could figure out a plan or something.

“Fine I will.” I calmly replied.

“You should give those clothes a chance. You might find you have an exhibitionist streak.” He chucked as he waved his fingers.

He was right. Showing off in these clothes did kinda feel good. I mean I’m hot, so what’s wrong with showing off a little?

“Now I think we need to reintroduce ourselves. You didn’t give me a fair chance before. I’m Lugh, and I think you’re gonna like me a lot more now.” His voice boomed in my head again.

He was right. I was just being a bitch earlier. Seeing him now I was totally wrong. His tattoos and beard, were actually kinda hot, he had a rakish charm, that was oddly doing it for me. Also his scent was sexy. Leather and tobacco, it was just so...manly. Jeez, why was I ever attracted to the boring ‘roided out frat bro types before? This guy was waaaay sexier. He saw me admiring him, and winked at me while he lit a smoke.

A giggle escaped my lips. I blushed and put my hand over my mouth. I was like totally embarrassing myself in front of this cute biker dude.

“No need to be embarrassed, dollbody. I can tell you’re coming around to my charms.” He said leaning on a table.

“Well I mean...yeah you’re totally hot.” I said biting my lip. I need to scale it back. This guy probably doesn’t want some ditzy co-ed.

“Well, I like you too. I’ve got a thing for ditzy sorority girl types with big tits and slender waists.” He said. His voice is so deep. I just gets in my head and makes soak my panties, or it would if I was wearing any *giggle*

I blushed again. I had the personality down, it’s just too bad that my tits weren’t bigger. He wants like, a huge rack and...woah...my chest feels funny. It feels heavy. What’s like, going on with me? Like ohmygawd! I looked in the mirror and my tits were massive now! The shirt Lugh gave was super tight! Hell yeah! I bet he would like, totally want me!

“You mean like these? *giggle*” I said bouncing on my heels to make my hawt new tits jiggle. He was like, totes staring at my chest! It was working! “I mean like, I think you could use a better look!” I said lifting my shirt and shaking my rack. His eyes were like, bulging out of his head, and something else was bulging too...mmmmm...if that outline in his jeans is anything to go off of, his dick was huge!

“I also like girls with a lot of....intimate knowledge.” He said, a devilish grin creeping across his face. He snapped his fingers and I felt a pop inside my head.

All of a sudden I couldn’t remember anything I had been studying for college. When I try all I can remember is like, sex stuff. Like I know how to pole dance now, and how to use my tongue just right when I’m like sucking a guy’s dick, which is weird because I’ve like ever had sex before. I was gonna like, save myself for marriage or whatever, but that sounds like something a prude would say, and Lugh, definitely doesn’t want a prude *giggle* so like, fuck that!

“Also I kinda have a thing for tattoos.” He said walking over to me. OMG! Why had I never thought of getting tattoos before? Like tats are soooo hawt! *giggle* I’m such a dumb cooze I swear! I could like feel my skin itching a little. *gasp* I like, have tattoos like all down the side of my body now!

I took off my clothes to look, and yeah I had some sick tribal tats all down my arms, side, and back. Lugh like, wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me!

“I like, can’t wait anymore baby! Please take me for a ride. I want your cock like soooo bad!” I said jumping on his couch.

*6 months later*