Martha for a Day

Transcript:

When my grandfather died, he gave me something weird. The “Medallion of Zulo” as identified by his will. So while his family and relatives received material wealth and properties, I got an unremarkable medallion.

What a grandfather.

But he was always weird, collecting antique and such. Even when he found out about my crossdressing habits, he never bat an eyelid and promised to keep a secret.

What a grandfather indeed.

That changed however when I decided to raid Martha's, my cousin, wardrobe again. She recently bought a thigh high boots and I wanted to try it on for size. Slipping into her white panties, black tights, donning a black tight sweater dress (my favourite) and finally, the leather thigh high boots, I decided to wear the medallion as well, thinking that it would match the clothing. There, I found my body transformed; my hair lengthened and turned dark brown while my body shrank and distorted into a lithe feminine figure. Tits grew while my dick withdrew. Hair lengthened and turned a darker shade of brown while I felt my facial feature changed and realigned by some unknown force. Not the most pleasant feeling, mind you.

When the transformation completed, I had never felt so snugly in my cousin’s clothes before, like as if it was made to fit me but looking at the mirror, it was me who was changed to fit my cousin’s clothes. In fact, I am my cousin now, even the voice sounds the same.

It was then the weird inheritance suddenly made sense. That devious old man knew all this along. Damn you, you dead glorious bastard!

Posing in front of my cousin’s mirror, I could not help but smirked at the possibilities of this gem. Who should I try next, my sister, mother, the neighbours, my classmates? So many faces went through my mind, each of them more enticing than the next but I stopped myself. They could wait but now, as I leered my cousin’s reflection, time to take this to the next level.

A Series of Transformation

Another series of short caps. I'm too wordy sometimes. Hopefully you enjoy this as well.

Sex Appeal

Transcript:

 

Alex needed not opened his eyes to know the transformation was complete. He could feel the shoulder-length blonde hair, his modest-sized breast and his flat nether region; he had become Mrs Winslow, the mother of his best friend, Pearce. If he had a choice, he would have preferred a younger form, like Mrs Winslow’s daughter, but current situation demands him to be her. Quickly, ramaging through her closet, he donned a yellow camisole, white silky stockings and a pair of matching white heels just in time to hear the living room door open. Taking a deep breath, Alex checked his bearing and put on his most seductive smile.

Mr Winslow had recently grounded him on violating curfew. Try as he had, Pearce had tried to convince his father to do otherwise but he refused to budge. Alex thought, if his son couldn’t persuade him to lessen the punishment, then perhaps, his wife would.

Trickster

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“Oh yes, fuck me harder!”

A grunt was all she need as her partner started to pump faster, causing her to moan deeper and sluttier. Brent couldn’t believe that his best friend’s younger sister, Joane could be this slutty. Usually when he saw her around, she looked gentle and demure but right in front of her was a slut begging him to “ram his big fat cock deeper into her pussy”. Without hesitation, Brent proceeded to fulfil her request.

Joane was silently giggling to herself as she felt the throbbing dick going in deep with every thrust Brent gave. All thanks to the Medallion of Zulo, Brent thought that he was fucking the usually demure Joane whereas in fact, was fucking her little brother, Francis. All Francis need was Joane’s worn garment, her purple woolen leggings in this case, and the medallion will transform its wearer to the owner of said garment.

“Ah, more! Give it to me more, Brent. Fuck my brains out!”

However, it wasn’t the sex that Francis got off to. Sure the sex was great but what really turned Francis on was the deception of it. Everyone thought they were fucking someone they knew but in actual fact, they don’t. This coupled with the fact that Francis was always playing the seductress, hence, having control over the sex, gave him a power trip that he never had.

“Oh, you’re cumming? Me too honey. Give it to me, baby. Cum in my pussy!”

Peace & Quiet

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“Something is wrong with me,” Stanford thought as he looked into his cup of coffee. Day-offs is a rare commodity in Stanford’s chaotic and noisy line of work and now that he has it, he decided to piss it off on drinking coffee in an empty cafe, wearing women’s clothes. Not that he looked bad at it, in fact, Stanford looks extremely feminine in it due to his ability to shapeshift into any person he wants.

Sure, he could morph himself to a male supermodel but he preferred the female form. Maybe, it’s the petite frame or perhaps the diversity in women’s fashion but he just felt ‘snugly’ whenever he’s a women.

Initially, all he could was to morph to people he knew or seen and before he knew it, his ability had matured to the point he could simply craft a new identity. This had an ironical effect; nobody knew Stanford Gallagher but everybody knew Jamie, Britney, Amanda, etc, all of them being his alter ego. This caused him much social isolation so being alone was pretty much the norm for him.

Stanford rubbed his nylon clad thigh together and crossed his legs. “Man, what am I doing? It’s my day off,” he grumbled as he sipped the coffee. “Then again, I don’t mind this peace and quiet once in a while.”

Medallion of Zulo: Two Stories

Despite being a fan of transformation, I never really tried the Medallion of Zulo setting until I read Loki's Captions. So I figure I will give it a test and it's surprisingly fun.

Wilder Antics

First Time

Transcript for Wilder Antics:

“Come on, suck it already,”

“Oh jeez, aren’t you impatient?” Norene frowned as she cupped her hands around the stranger’s balls, teasing it.

“Sorry, I’m afraid the housekeepers will come in anytime soon,”

“Don’t worry, I’m Mrs Britton now, remember? This is my house. Besides, the housekeeper today is a male, I’m sure he would want to have a cut of action, hmm?”

“Shit, we’re really perverts aren’t we? ”

James smiled internally; ever since he stumbled upon the Medallion of Zulu and discovered its ability, James is having so much transforming himself into other people, especially members of the opposite sex. When he got bored of masturbating in his new found women body, he decided to confide his secrets to his best friend, Taylor, and made him into a regular sex partner; with each passing day, their antics grew bolder and their sex, wilder.

Today, they decided to break into the house of Mr and Mrs Britton, the couple of whom Taylor had taken interest into, especially, Mrs Norene Britton. Raiding her wardrobe, James took out a pair of silky black stockings and heels and rub the Medallion with it. Within moments of wearing the set, James felt the transformation; his body grew smaller, his hair grew longer and blonde, he felt his hip buckling and developing, his rump becoming fuller and rounder, his breasts forming from his chest eventually settling into humble cup size of C, his penis shrinking and settling into his body, leaving a moist slit in its absence and he felt his face growing softer and changing that of Norene Britton.

“James, quit teasing me already!”

James snapped out of his flashback. What an impatient man, he thought.

“That is Mrs Britton, young man,” James retorted as he starts to give his heads.

Transcript for First Time:

When I stumbled upon a charity shop yesterday, I found a medallion or sorts on its shelves. Feeling a bit curious, I went on and purchase it.

Investigating and reading the inscription, I realise that it is the Medallion of Zulo and it actually changes your appearance to that of people you wish to be by wearing their clothes.

Being a closet crossdresser, I have always wanted to try to look passable as a women but because of my natural size, I couldn’t but with this, perhaps, I could realise my dream.

Sneaking into my sister’s room, I donned on the pink chiffon dress and felt a shock through my body. I felt my hair growing, golden curls resting on my shrinking shoulder, breasts developing, pushing the elastic garment and creating a deep and pleasing cleavage. My skin grew soft and and tanned, matching the complexion of my sister’s. Once, I felt the transformation completing, I looked into the mirror and to my due surpise, standing there looking equally shocked is my sister!

“Oh shit, it works!” I laughed and immediately covered my mouth for the words coming out was coated in my sister’s honeyed voice.

But what do I do now?

“No worries there,” I thought as I sat on the sofa, admiring my toned legs and cleavage. “I have plenty of time after all.”