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From: guest (Jackie)
, 223 months, post #21 |
Mom was tired of me tormenting my sister.I was 15 and Amy was
12.Just today I had teased her because mom had forced Amy to wear a
frilly pink dress with a big bow, while tieing up her hair in a
pont tail with a matching bow.I kept pulling the bow on her dress
loose. She was in of tears,but Mom told her not to worry.Mom was a
scientist. She worked long hours in her lab.She ordered Amy and me
to sit in 2 chairs.They faced each other and both had a helmut
wired to the other.I knew something was up when Mom strapped our
wrists to the chairs.Amy had a villin-like smile as Mom told us her
machine would switch our bodies.I furiously tried to free myself as
Mom pulled the switch.As I kept struggling I noticed my fingers
were now slender with Amy's 4 silver rings.Looking down I realized
that I was wearing Amy's sissy pink dress with white tights and
pink ballerina style shoes.As I looked accross Amy was now me!! She
wore my pants and T shirt. As I pleaded with Mom to switch us back
I noticed I owned Amy's soprano voice. Amy was laughing with
mine.Mom said as punishment I would be Amy for the balance of the
summer break.We would switch rooms.I would now be imprisioned in
Amy's small pink room, while she got my larger one.I was to wear
all of her sissiest dresses, nighties and skirts. As a 12 yr old
girl I now had her 10pm bedtime,while she got my 1am one.The very
next day I was forced to donn her sunday church dress while she
wore my slacks.She now tormented me constantly bringing me to tears
every day. When Mom went out she babysat me and sent me to bed at
8pm in her frilly yellow nightie. That was the worst summer of my
life.From then on Amy was the boss over me!
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From: cj
, 223 months, post #22 |
Ahh... I'm never good at quick... I like to draw everything out...
I could bore you to tears with all the details. :-P
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From: guest (Gman)
, 223 months, post #23 |
Last Halloween Mom and Aunt Kay made me bring my tomboy cousin Dana
to the party and my hot girlfriend Gina's house.Aunt Kay picked up
my cowboy costume on the way to drop off Dana.I laughed when I saw
my 5' 1" cousin wearing her costume. It was an Indian Squaw dress
sleeveless deerskin dress with matching mockisins and a tourquise
bangle bracelet.I told her how cute she looked.After I changed into
my cowboy get-up that consisted of boots w/spurs a six shooter a
lasso and a bandana around my neck.Gina lived around the block.On
the way over to Gina's I continued tease Dana until she said I wish
Iwas you in that cowboy costume and you were me in this stupid
dress.In moments I shrunk to Dana's size and she grew to my 5'
9".Now I was wearing her squaw dress and she had my body and cowboy
outfit.Dana then took the bracelet off my wrist as I started to
scream when she hand-gagged me and took me behind the bushes.She
tied my wrists and ankles and gagged me with her bandana.At Gina's
she hid me in Gina's closet.Gina looked hot in a french maids
costume.I could see the people at the party, but they could not
hear my mmphs over the music.At midnite Dana(in my body) took Gina
into the bedroom.They had a huge makeout session as I hopelessly
struggled to get free. After kissing Gina goodbye Dana took me out
the back door as the guests left.She carried me home and sat me on
my living room couch as mom and Aunt Kay drove into the
driveway.Dana smiling at me said it was fun.She then took the
bracelet and wished we were back in our own bodies again.She got an
unexpected benefit when after our bodies switched back I was still
tied and gagged in the Indian Squaw costume and she had my cowboy
get-up on.Mom and Aunt Kay laughed asking what was going on.As I
mmphed into my gag Dana said it was my idea to swap costumes.She
tied me up after I pushed her at the party. Mom looked at me and
said perhaps Mark would like to swap school uniforms with Dana
tomorrow as well!!
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From: cj
, 223 months, post #24 |
I shortened up my story, didn't like the way it was proceeding...
but it's still too long to use here.
I did submit it to Fictionmania though - my first story... on the
web. I have no idea who they'll list me as under author, but as
soon as I know, I'll let you all know.
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From: guest (ryan)
, 223 months, post #25 |
too tired to write now (it's 11:50 here) but maybe tomorrow..
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From: guest (guest)
, 188 months, post #26 |
Me and my girlfriend broke up. Her name was jane and she had caught
me looking at another girl in the cinema. suddenly she started
shouting at me about what a pig i was and how hard it is to be a
woman in a mans world. So I replied "Yer well its harder being a
man, you know" (famous last words).
I went home grumpy and eventualy fell asleep. I woke up early, the
sun was just shinning through the curtains and the birds were
cherping. I wiped a lock of thick blond hair out my face before i
relised, since when had my hair been so long and wasn't it useualy
brown. I sat up, my chest was heavier, and i suddenly relised i had
boobs! I looked around startled i was in Jane's room, in Jane's
bed, wearing Jane's pink nightie. I ran into the onsuite bathroom
and stared into the mirror on the wall Jane's startled face staring
back at me. What had that bitch done to me.
Suddenly I relised I was in the body of a gorgeus young woman, I
ripped of the nightie and stared in wonder at Jane's naked body.
Jane was rather gifted in the breast department and her waist
length blond hair was artfully aranged into a style befitting a
movie star.
Just then the phone rang I picked up almost immediately, only to
hear my own smug voice on the other line. "Hello cutie" Jane said
in my voice "lets see how easy it is to be a woman now, I'll swap
us back in a couple of weeks bye now, oh sorry alsost forgot be
carefull with george". She hung up. "George" I said to myself. Just
then the fattest man i'd ever seen walked in. The pycho bitch had
called george jones for some rough sex the night before. I know
this guy and i knew if he didn't have his way with me he would kill
me. I gulped. Paybacks a bitch.
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From: guest (Jennifer Adams)
, 188 months, post #27 |
These gave me an idea and I was going to post it here, but it
became too long and it wasn't a bodyswap story anyway. So I posted
it to Fictionmania if anyone is interested. It'll probably take a
couple of days to show up.
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From: guest (Been handgagged)
, 187 months, post #28 |
Okay so my best friends mom is very attracitve in her milf way. she
is about 45 but still very attractive with nice tits, nice ass and
beautiful hands. I've known her just about all my life and since I
can remember I have always been attracted to her. During the 15+
years I've known her she's hand gagged me about 4-5 times, and
gagged me with towels at pools, put a t-shirt over my face once in
a car ride so basically she's gagged me before. Recently at a party
they had at his house she asked me to come downstairs to help get
some beer out of the fridge and I saw this as a perfect chance to
get her to handgag me. We enter the garage and unexpected she turns
to me and says " Shhhhh don't tell Scott but I got him a present."
She opens the fridge door and there is two cases of his favorite
beer, I immediately saw this as a good chance to get her to put her
hands over my mouth. So i turn towards the door and yelled " Scott!
Scott!" She immediately took her left hand and clamped the palm of
her hand over my mouth while restraining my wrist with her right
hand ( obviously i let her restrain my wrists.) At this point with
her warm clammy hand tightly wrapped over my mouth i instantly got
hard. Shes standing behind me, left hand over my mouth right hand
holding my wrists in the dark garage just the two of us. PERFECT!
BETTER THEN I EVER IMAGINED! She started to say something about you
need to keep quiet about this or else your going to ruin the
surprise. At this point I was amazed and what was happening and
just began mmmmpphh under the handgag. She said to me " okay now if
i let you go are you going to keep quiet?" I mmmmphhh and shook my
head and so she released her handgag. Realizing that both of us are
enjoying this i took advantage of the situation, looked at her and
yelled " scott!" she again covered my mouth grabbed my arms. Now
she said whispering closer to my ear as she got confirmation that I
enjoyed it and wasn't going to tell anyone, listen Mikey be quiet
or else I'm going to have to tie you up and gag your mouth." I
mmmmpphhh during this and she continued to say some things and i
kept mmmphh under the handgag, I don't know how long we were in the
garage for, probably about 6-7 minutes but it felt like an hr.
During the end of the handgag I started to lick the palm of her now
sweaty hand, this had me so hard and feeling so turned on I cummed
in my pants ( i know its bad but it felt so good lol) She let go of
the handgag I turned around she grabbed my face and squeezed and
said come on lets go back upstairs. HERES THE INTERESTING PART.
When I leaned over to get the beer she grabbed my ass lol I grabbed
the beer and when I turned around I dont know why but I kissed her
on the cheek and she kissed me. To make it seem less uncomfortable
I said " well good thing i didn't ruin the surprise." She smiled
and we walked back upstairs. This happened about 2 months ago and
haven't seen her since but when I do I'm sure she'll manage to
handgag me again.
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From: guest (Stathis2b)
, 58 months, post #29 |
The first time that I was handgagged was when I was 13 years old. A
friend of mine at school handgagged me because I was ready to tell
everybody in the class which girl my friend liked and he didn’t
want to.
Since then, I have been handgagged other three times, the second
one was done by my cousin and the third one in the army due to
exercise defense.
The fourth time that I was handgagged was some months ago and it
was the most exciting because I was wearing suit with tie and
trying to resist handgag.
Some friends of mine were tired of me talking all the time and one
of them handgagged me continuously for several minutes and I was
trying to resist shouting “Mmmmmmhh!!”.
Finally, they tied me and gagged me over the mouth in order me to
shut up and calm down.
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From: Sola
, 58 months, post #30 |
It was a nice evening. My wife and I were entertaining some guests
at home, a couple of good old friends. We knew them for years now,
Cassandra was a lifelong friend of my wife and Andrew, her husband
of 10 years is a really cool guy. We were having an evening of wine
and old stories in celebration of our friend’s new business. We
were all a little tipsy and all smiles but it stroke me as weird
that Cassandra didn’t seem to share the general happy mood. She had
changed a lot during the last year, she had cut short her long
brown curls into an unassuming pixie cut and had been exercising
more intensely. I walked to the back yard for a moment to watch
what the kids were doing. My two boys were playing with our
friend’s daughters and though noisy and a constant blur they were
all behaving reasonably well and being amicable with each other.
Cassandra came and stood by my side.
“They seem to be having fun” she said.
“Yes, tonight they are going to fall asleep as soon as we tuck them
in”
She then turned around and saw me, it seemed like she wanted to
tell me something but was hesitating.
“Is everything OK?” I asked her.
“No; I mean, yes, everything is fine with my life; I have a
wonderful husband, two wonderful daughters and we are doing fine
financially and on route of doing even better and yet there is
something missing in my life”
“Why? is it about Andrew? Are you having troubles?”
“No, no, he is a good man and truly loves me, it is just that,
well, I can’t live this life anymore, this lie”
“What lie? Did you, you know, had an adventure?”
“No, no, it is just that I thought that getting married would make
me change; when that didn’t help I thought that motherhood would do
the trick but it hasn’t”
“Are you depressed? Can I help you?”
“Sure you can, and what I have is not depression”
“Then what?”
“I love women, and I am in love with your wife, always have been
and since you offered help..”
That moment time stopped, a ball is half compressed against the
wall, a bird is stuck mid-fly and I am suddenly looking at myself!
“Relax” I hear this man that looks just like me say, “soon
everything will start moving again”
“Who are you?” I ask, and as I hear my voice I realize the the
question I should have asked is “Who am I?”
My voice is high pitched and female. There are some weights hanging
from my earlobes and a waxy sensation on my lips. I look at my
hands and I see long nails painted crimson, rings on four of my
fingers, a rose gold watch on my slim left wrist and a golden
bracelet on my right. I look down and see two perky breasts on my
chest stretching the fabric of the white blouse I am wearing and my
legs are encased in a long tan and gold skirt.
I take my hands to my chest and touch my boobs and then squeeze
them and I can feel how the flesh there is my flesh, how my long
fingernails sink in my tender flesh, how my nipples and breasts rub
against the cups of the bra I am wearing, how the shoulder straps
dig into the skin of my shoulders and the back strap wraps tight
against my chest. Utterly scared, I lift my skirt and look down and
my gaze is met by white lace panties covering a flat crotch. I look
under the panties and almost scream in terror when I am suddenly
facing a very female vulva framed by artfully shaven pubic hair: I
am so scared, so terrified, I want to scream, I know who I am,
somehow, as impossible as it sounds I am inside Cassandra’s
beautiful, feminine and barely five feet tall body.
“How? Why’” I ask her.
“Well, you said you were willing to help me, didn’t you? Soon time
will run again and when that happens you are going to be Cassandra
and nothing else, you look like Cassandra, sound like Cassandra,
smell like Cassandra because now you are Cassandra. Don’t be angry,
I just want to try being a man for some time, maybe just like
marriage and motherhood this being a man thing is not going to
change anything about how I feel, but I need to give it a try”
This happened two weeks ago: today I met my wife and it was weird
having her tower over me even if I am wearing heels. She is so
beautiful, I have missed her so much! I want to kiss her lips the
moment I see her, but to her I am just a good female friend.
“How are things going, how is your husband?” I ask.
“Changed, somehow different” she answers and I feel some hope,
maybe she has noticed something.
“How is that?”
“Well, I don’t know if I should say this, but he is so horny! He
just wants to have sex everytime and everywhere?”
“And that bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“Are you kidding me? He is a much better lover now, he takes his
time, doesn’t rush it and seems to know the exact places he needs
to touch to make me go Oh, my god! You know, after the kids were
born we haven’t had as much sex as before but know it is as if we
were newlyweds and you are not going to hear me complain at all! As
a matter of fact we are planning a little weekend escape to that
beach hotel where we enjoyed our honeymoon. Well, enough about me,
how about you and Andrew?”
I think about my new husband, how he is constantly touching me and
trying to kiss me, how he traces the contour of my butt and breasts
whenever we go to sleep. So far I have been able to escape
fulfilling my wifely duties but he is not going to tolerate my
constant refusals much longer.
Help, I don’t know what to do.
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From: guest (himynameisjohn)
, 49 months, post #31 |
It happend in highschool when i was working in a group with 2
girls. Lets call them T and E. T was always signing and when i told
her to shut up seg didnt listen. Therefore i handgagger her.
Mmmmph. In the begining she still sung through my Palm but arter
that she just laughed through my hand. MMMPH. I was holding my hand
over her mouth for provably like 10 minutes straight when i all of
a sudden felt a hand cover my mouth. It was E’s hand. I didnt
release T and E kept handgagging me. We all just dat there
handgagging eachother for the rest of the class and since they were
both Into handgag there where lots of more handgagging between us.
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