Public Service Announcement

Thanks to everyone who has voted on the poll. Can't say I was expecting it to slant in favour of inanimate transformations to such a degree, which is fascinating. Honestly, one of the best aspects of a blog is watching all the stats roll in.

It is also really useful as I'm essentially flying blind in terms of what people like. If you have any other suggestions, requests, or complants, feel free to post them in the Requests page.

Also sorry for the shitty cherry pun. I'm not even sure if it makes sense.

In a (c)hairy situation

After finding an alien device capable of rewriting a person's DNA, the first thing I did was use it to turn myself into a duplicate of the school bitch, Kim. I wanted to see what it was like on the other side of the gender fence. Immediately I knew I never wanted to leave this body. It was so sensitive and sensual. I found an instant craving for ice cream.
The device also helped me take care of the original. The expression on her face when I confronted her in her own body nd her cheeks bloated with cherry juice is one I'll happilly take to her grave.
I've saved her till last. I hope she's sweeter in this life than she was in the last.

Shelf life II

This creep couldn't wait to get me home. Nothing I say affects him. When I told him I'm a guy that just made him more excited, and now that he knows if he uses me I'll be trapped this way forever he's racing to get naked. What a dick. If I was still a man I'd tear him a new love hole.

Here he comes. *gulp* Wh-what a dick! I hope my girlfriend gets here soon or I won't be a "beginner" love doll for much longer.

Shelf life

Look, Sir, this is probably breaking the Magician's Code or some bullshit, but I'm only up here because my girlfriend transformed me. It was a joke. She works here and if you'll just wait for her to get back from her dinner break-

Yes, I know I've got a price tag, but that doesn't mean I'm for sale! Wouldn't you rather have the JennaBustin model? Please.

What do you mean you like my audio feature?! That's not a feature! Put me down!

The flipside of TF relations

Marie: I think that couple over there are starting to think I've been stood up.
Panties: Let them. I've had a wonderful anniversary, honey.
Marie: Me too. Do you remember our first date here?
Panties: How could I ever forget. You wore that little black dress...
Marie: And you were that little black dress...

Learn your (fire)place

It still makes me laugh after all these years. When we were married, you never had the time to keep me warm at night, and now that's all you do, your only purpose. Well, you and Darren. The man I made love to on the rug in front of you last night. Do you remember him? My fiance?

Do you remember anything? Of ever being human? Its been so long, I wonder if your mind hasn't completely gone yet. That I might just be talking to a fireplace. I wonder if you regret never paying me enough attention.

I hope so.

[As thought up by by Kathy3107]

Mass Effect

[It's rather hard to find a picture of a male Quarian having his flu jabs, so sorry about no before-pictures. Its also rather hard to find a picture of an Asari with her clothes on, but I did. For the sake of not taking up the blog with a big block of text, I'm sticking a jump break in.]
-------------------
"Of course , I've had Quarians put themselves forward for this before. But I wanted a male, and a strong one. He leaned closer to peer through the visor that seperated me from the world. "You realise this may kill you."

Tyred

Rebecca: I can't believe this. One small shopping trip with the girls and two flat tyres. Mandy, it looks like you rolled on a nail.
Mandy: Owie. Becky, I don't think I wan't to be a spare tyre any more. The puncture hurts and the spinning is making me sick. Please please turn me back.
Rebecca: But we're only half-way home. We'll just have to patch you up and refill you. Open wide!

Mandy: But! - mmhr mhhh mrhmuh!
Rebecca: Okay, now that you can't yell at me I've got some bad news. That puncture means that my magic won't work on you. I can't turn you back. I'm so sorry.
Clara: At least your kids can have a great tyre swing.
Mandy: Mmhrmm!
Rebecca: I don't think that's helping.

[Idea by Greg]

Piece of cake

Samantha whimpered as the knife slid into her body. She had meant to be a suprise for her boyfriend on his birthday - as the last candle was blown out she would suddenly transform back and leap into his arms. But one candle had remained burning and now, as eager mouths gathered around brandishing knives and plates, the only suprise she would be giving him was just how sweet she was.

For Science

For comparison, this is Kari in Jamie's body after six hours on the Orgasmotron.

This week on Mythbusters

Adam: This week, attempting to test the myth that female orgasms are stronger male orgasms, we custom built our own brain-swapper and jury rigged Buster with a vibrator. Jamie has spent three hours in Kari's body and two hours with Buster (AKA. The Orgasmotron) and... there he is now.

Adam: Whoa. Is that a smile? I think this Myth is officially Confirmed.

Angry Girlfriend Request

Reed Richards looked on the Baxter building with relief, his body visibly sagging as the months of tension lifted. It had been four months since the dastardly Doctor Doom had used an alien device to bodyswap himself with Reed, imprisoning the Superhero in the dank dungeon of his Latverian castle. Imprisoning him in that abominably metal-clad body as he stole Reed's life.

But during one of Doom's return visits to his beloved Latveria, Reed had escaped his prison, defeated Doom, and used the alien device to reclaim his body. Now he was home to reclaim his life.

Totally R.A.D.

Lucy: Thanks for helping me design the Reality Alteration Device, big brother, and for being the first test subject.
Bra: To be honest I didn't even think it would work. But I'm totally a bra now!
Lucy: Not just 'now'. The RAD changes all of reality so this is what you've always been. Mum doesn't even remember you. The man you were never existed.
Bra: Whoa. Kinda creepy. So what's the world like without me?
Lucy: Well, I got your bedroom. And mum and dad seem much happier. And that scar on my arm from where you pushed me off my bike when I was 5 is gone. Oh, and in this reality I never promised my brother that I'd turn him back straight away.
Bra: What? But-
Lucy: Actually in this reality I never promised my brother I'd turn him back at all. Enjoy the next few years holding up my boobs. The world is so much better without you.

"Always bring a banana to a party."

Kate: Hehe. I can't wait until Jason sees me tonight. I look good enough to eat.
Sarah: Not yet you don't... *ziiip*
Kate: Huh? Hey! I cant move my arms! W-when did you get so big? P-put me down!
Sarah: I can't just leave a little banana lying around on the floor. Somebody could step on you.
Kate: I'm not a ban- wait, you did this! You swapped my costume for a banana bodysuit! You bitch! Take it off now! No, not like thaaaAARRRHH!

Sarah: Now you look good enough to eat... But I think I'll let you chill in the freezer first. Anyway, I gotta split; the guests'll be here soon and I'm not even in costume yet. Wish me luck with Jason tonight. He's so appealing.

Collared by the cops

 Chief Inspector Richard Crawford scratched his tired eyes and looked at the clock. 11:34pm. What a day...

14 hours ago, his men, working alongside agents from the BTFC, stormed the headquarters of one of the largest of London's crime rings. What they found had shocked and confounded them all.

The criminals had been taking animals - dogs, cats, rats -, stuffing them inside illegally imported female bodysuits, and sealing them up. The zippers had all been ripped off, melted, whatever. Then the poor creatures had been sold into prostitution.

It got worse. The ringleader and his two bodyguards had enter the building. When they broke down the doors to arrest him it had been bedlam - women shrieking like animals, climbing the curtains and furniture, biting and scratching - and by the time the situation was under control the ringleader was gone. The place was surrounded, he couldn't have escaped, but he and his bodyguards were just gone.

Crawford stared at the fifty one mugshots splayed out on his desk, and the fifty one bodysuits stared back at him with placid, animal expressions. He'd wager his badge that forty eight of them contained nothing more than traumatised, terrified animals. But the other three...

"Think I got everything you asked for, Chief," Constable Charles gasped, as she stepped into his office carrying a heavy box. "Hard to find a pet shop open at this time though." She dumped it on his desk. The smell of bones, meat, and old leather filled the room. A thick, studded collar and leash dangled over the side of the box.

"Good work, Constable. That'll be all."

His eyes shifted from the dog leash, back to the mugshots, and settled on a brunette in a pink, shoulderless dress, wearing a distinctly human smirk on her face. That one. He'd start with that one.

A warning from the Bureau of Transformation Control

The BTFC would like to once again remind you that the transformation of humans for the purpose of transport is illegal. We would also like to remind you that ex-humans detected in luggage may be confiscated and can be held as evidence for up to four years. The BTFC will not be held responsible for any ex-humans lost, damaged, or worn during this time. If found guilty of transporting or smuggling transformed humans, you may face a prison sentence of up to 10 years.

We would also like to stress the risks present in using transformation technology or magic in this way. If using time-sensitive automatic-reversal morphs, be aware that flight delays can leave loved ones trapped mid-flight, potentially resulting in injury and death.

If you have any ex-humans to declare, please speak to a member of your cabin crew immediately, and they will be dealt with accordingly.

TF smart. TF safe.

- The Bureau of Transformation Control

TF Blog Go!

I figured I'd try my hand at writing a blog focused on transformation.

Hope you enjoy.