Jamright

Some people say I'm a horrible person, I say these people just don't me that well. Sure, I write transformation themed stories, but I've got a lot of heart. It's fun and relaxing for me, and I mean no-one harm in what I do. Besides, when I'm in the mood, I always feel willing to share the joys of transformation with those around me. Today was one of those days. You see, I have been writing my magnum opus story; I'd been trying to finish it for a while, the problem. I had hit a major roadblock. I wanted this story out before New Years, so I knew I had to buckle down. I clacked my fingernails against the keyboard, as I rushed to finish my work

Contains furry/anthro transformation, transgender, bimbo transformation, and loss of self. Stew was a typical guy. Video games, music, most generic things people enjoy doing. Bored on his computer one day he checked his email. He noticed one that stuck out, with the subject "Change things up!" With his curiosity spiked, he clicked to find a questionnaire on it. Bored enough, he decided to answer the questions for fun and send it over. He looked over it noticing it to be a rather strange one involving being a girl. He still went through with it and printed it out to answer it. Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice?

 Jackson hated parties, he hated the drunken idiots, and he hated fraternities. Jackson belonged to the Alpha Dog Woof fraternity. The name was horrible and the guys who made it thought it was hysterical to make it so different that it wasn’t even a traditional frat name. If Jackson hated fraternities so much, then why was he in one? Well, the thing is, his dad had belonged to the fraternity in its old days and wanted Jackson to join as well. His parents were helping pay for his college education so Jackson figured that the fraternity would be a small inconvenience for the lack of debt in his future. Some nights it was okay, others, J

Alec fingered the shirt in front of him, biting his lip a little as the rough fabric slid between his fingers. It scratched against his palm a little, hard enough to make him shudder at the idea of wearing it. "I don't know why your dad bought you something like that," grinned Alice, sending shudders up and down his spine as she pressed her breasts against his back. Her hands slipped around him, seeming unconcerned by her close contact with him as she fingered the material. "It's so rough… So tough. Sooo…." "Butch?" he offered, eying the jagged sleeves with distaste. He wondered if they'd actually had someone rip them off, or just

"So, sandy are you going to the party later?" asked Sam, my sister. "Nah, Halloween isn't my thing." I replied. Why does my sister wait until the last two hours before a party starts to invite me to a party? I guess horror movie night is out. Maybe I can turn her down. "Come on, I'll give you twenty bucks, I even got a costume for you." "What's the catch?" I didn't really trust my sister all that much she was a con artist when it came to stuff like this. My sister pouted. "Can't a sister take her own brother to a party? You don't love me anymore." My sister made whimpering noises and acted as if she was crying. Great now my sister is p

James clutched the paper nervously, his steps small and nervous as he walked into the open mansion. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the hallways, and he swallowed, but kept going. He wondered again why he had chosen to answer the job for maid, blushing a deep red at the thought of their chosen outfit. The sound of the car driving away outside reminded him, however, and he grimaced at the thought of just how badly he needed the money. "You must be the new maid applicant," came a voice, making him turn in embarrassment, paper clutched tight to his chest. He felt it stick for a moment before popping free, but ignored it, staring at th

My Sister's Lacy Panties I gave a little cough and slammed the front door shut. The clouds were looming so I was glad to get home from my run before I got drenched. I slid my ear buds off and took a breath. The run was about what I figured but good. There was moment when I passed the nearby woods that I felt rather woozy but I didn't trip or anything. The house looked different, but nice. Mom and Aunt Elaine must've been working on unpacking more things. Mottled brown boxes guarded the couches but I didn't need to step around them anymore. I poured out a cup of orange juice from the fridge and sipped as I made my way up the stairs to my ro

Kaylee Ries had a rotten feeling about Mr. Lawrence Pevenise, a rotten feeling that started in her stomach and worked its way around her body. After three days of tailing the toy making mogul, the P.I. had successfully worked out that Mr. Pevenise was a darling to children, a friend to men, and a gentleman to women. He was a man who was so outwardly good and kind that he must be hiding something nasty from the world. And that something must happen inside his toy factory, because he rarely made a trip away from that building. No shady motels, mysterious rendezvous, or anything else out of the ordinary, which meant she was missing something. Pe