The Perfect Girlfriend Quiz, is a FTM gender change story. After Brienne gets a low score on the online "perfect girlfriend quiz," she decides to take it again and change up her answers. But each time she answers differently, her body starts to transform! Can her boyfriend Grayson intervene before the Brienne transforms into Grayson's perfect...boyfriend? Read part 1 below, then read the whole thing Amazon.

“The Perfect Girlfriend Quiz” by T.F. Wright and Silex (FTM gender change)

© 2016. This is a work of fiction.

“Ever heard of the Perfect Girlfriend Quiz?” Brienne asked her boyfriend, Grayson as they both casually surfed the internet on their phones as they lounged on the bed together.

“No, what’s that?” Grayson asked, arching his back and stretching his toned shoulders as he leaned over her back to get a look at her screen.

“It’s supposedly the most advanced test for measuring…whether or not you’re a perfect girlfriend, I guess,” said Brienne, as she flipped her lustrous, flowing brunette hair out of her face. “Wanna find out if I’m up to snuff?”

“No, I already know you are,” said Grayson, planting a little kiss on the tip of her delicate chin.

“That tickles,” she cooed as Grayson’s stubble tickled her chin. “I wanna take the quiz,” she said. “It’ll be cute to post the results on Facebook.”

“Ok, sure,” Grayson said with a shrug. It was the start of a three day weekend, neither of them had anything specific to do with that time. So, why not?

“Yay! OK, let me begin the quiz…” she said, kicking her feet up into the air, curling her toes a little, and twirling her finger around a curly lock of her hair. “How into sports are you? Well, I certainly go to all your games!”

“But I know it’s just to support me…you weren’t much for soccer before you met me, were you?”

“You got me…” Brienne said, checking the box that said “Not a fan.”

“How much body hair do you have?” she asked, wrinkling her nose a little. “Body hair? What kind of woman lets herself get any of that!” she said, checking the box that said “shave it all.”

“What kind of body type do you have…” she said. “Slender and delicate, I guess?”

“Super slender,” agreed Grayson, tracing her tiny frame through her blouse with his hand.

“What kind of underwear do you wear…” said Brienne. “This is getting kinda personal…”

“I’ll help answer that one,” said Grayson, lifting up her frilly pink skirt. “Lace panties?”

“Ha! There was actually a box here for boy briefs! And boxers! What kind of girl wears those?” she asked dismissively. “I’m going to ace this girlfriend test for sure!”

She went through the rest of the questions confidently, eager to get her grade. But when the test was finished, Brienne was in for a shock.

“D minus?” Brienne asked, pouting up at Grayson. “But…but..why?”

“It’s just a stupid internet quiz,” Grayson said with a little shrug. “I think you’re perfect, and that’s what counts in my book…”

‘You’re sweet…” she said, nuzzling affectionately against Grayson’s shoulder. “But I’m just wondering what they expected from a hypothetical perfect girlfriend. What did they expect? Guys only like girls who are sports fans, or something?”

“Well, you could always re-take it with different answers and see how changing your answers affects your score,” Grayson suggested.

“You know? I think I’ll do that,” said Brienne. “If nothing else, maybe I could write about this for my gender studies class?”

“The effect of stereotypes on online quizzes…” Grayson said with a sardonic tone. Brienne rolled her eyes and ignored him as she refreshed the site.

“OK. Question one…how into sports are you?” she asked. “I’m an…obsessed fan!” she said with a wry grin.

“Oh yeah, big fan,” Grayson said with a snort. What a silly way to waste an afternoon, he thought to himself.

“That reminds me, what time is it?” she said.

“Erm…4:35?” he asked.

“Oh, thank God,” she said, practically leaping across the bed and grabbing the remote control. “I didn’t miss the tipoff!”

“Tipoff?” Grayson repeated.

“For game 1 of the conference finals!” Brienne explained, as the game came on the screen. “Duh!”

“Brienne, you don’t actually have to pretend to like sports just because you gave that answer on the quiz…” Grayson said, his voice trailing off as Brienne stared back at him with utter bewilderment in her eyes.

“Pretend to like sports? Grayson, I love sports!” she stated emphatically.

Grayson wasn’t sure what was going on, but there was an easy enough way to determine if she was really faking it.

“So, who do you think’s going to take the championship?” he asked.

“Golden State, of course, now that Curry’s ankle is better. Even without Curry’s constant 3s, though, they might be considered narrow favorites, especially if the Spurs can’t turn it around against OKC,” she said. 

“Woah,” Grayson said, flopping back on the bed. How did she know all that? Aside from his soccer games, the Brienne knew nothing about sports…

Grayson ran though explanations in his mind, each one totally implausible. But he kept coming back to the quiz – it just couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?

“Brienne, can I see that quiz?” he asked, grabbing for her phone.

“The quiz! Almost forgot. Hey, it’s a commercial, perfect time to get back to it,” she said.

“How much body hair do you have…” she asked. “Let’s see…last time I said, shave it all. This time I’ll say a little bit,” she said, tapping the phone.

Nothing appeared to immediately happen, and Grayson breathed a little sigh of relief.

But when the game came back on and Brienne grabbed the remote to unmute the TV, Grayson noticed something startling: her arm looked a little hairier than he’d remembered.

“Wow! Did you see that?” Brienne hooted excitedly as she pointed at the screen.

Grayson didn’t even respond. Instead, he was busy lining up his arm against hers. It was difficult to tell them apart – hers looked only slightly less hairy than his own!

“Woo! Two in a row!” Brienne shouted, pumping her fists in the air. As coyly as he could, Grayson tried to glance at the arm holes of her blouse. Sure enough, he could see tiny little tufts of hair. Brienne had always insisted on being “as smooth as a baby’s bottom” under her arms, but in just a few seconds, she’d gone from no hair, past stubble, and into actual hair, as though she’d never regularly shaved.

Pretending to be interested in sports was one thing, but how could her body physically change this quickly? Grayson thought about mentioning it to her, but then thought better of it. After all, how would that even go? She clearly wasn’t noticing it, and it would just seem as though he was complaining about her looks.

When it came time for the next commercial break, Grayson found himself shaking. What would she change this time?

“What kind of body type do you have…” she began. Grayson wanted to snatch the phone right out of her hands, if only that wouldn’t make him look crazy. She had such a beautiful, feminine body…

“I think I’ll try…” Brienne began.

“Wait!” Grayson shouted, desperate to stop her but not sure what to say once he had her attention. “Maybe you should just…leave your body type as is?”

Brienne rolled her eyes. “I gotta change some answers,” she said. “I’ll go with…tomboyish and athletic.”

Right before his eyes, Grayson saw Brienne’s girlish features fade away. Her shoulders started to widen, straining the fabric of her blouse. When he glanced behind her shirt, he could see her butt started to change shape in her jeans. The petite, little bubble remolded itself, becoming a firm, taunt bundle of muscle.

Brienne’s breasts started to retract into her flesh, becoming smallish and firmer looking, her cups riding a little looser on her chest. Grayson glanced around her back and saw that the straps were nevertheless tighter than ever – probably a consequence of her broadening back. Instead of an hourglass shape, her body now had an inverted triangle: wide shoulders and back flaring downwards to a small waist and smaller hips.

The changes hadn’t made her unattractive, far from it. In her own way, the new, tomboyish Brienne was still smoking hot. But Grayson couldn’t help longing for the Brienne he knew and loved. Maybe, he thought, if she took the test again and checked the correct box, she’d get her old body back?

“Brienne, honey, can you start that quiz over?” he asked.

“I wanna find out what score I get!” she insisted, her voice carrying a little hint of a growl, which was certainly out of character for her. “Read me the next question so I can keep watching the game,” she said, with a tone that indicated it was an order rather than a request.

“What kind of underwear do you wear?”  Grayson read.

“Do they really expect a perfect girlfriend will wear something other than panties?” she asked with a chortle. “Just put boxers, I guess, to see what happens.”

Boxers!? Grayson wore boxers himself, and he certainly wasn’t keen on having his girlfriend wear them. Maybe if she was trying on his boxers, after lovemaking or something…then it would be OK. But if she was just wearing them, as a regular thing?

Besides, the picture of the model wearing boxers was clearly a guy. What was up with that? Wasn’t this the perfect girlfriend quiz?

Grayson tapped “panties” and moved on.

“What kind of haircut do you have?” he read.

“Hmm…let me take a look at the pictures again,” she said, reaching out for the phone. Grayson tried to hold on, but thanks to her stronger, meatier arms, snatching it away was fairly easy for her. “Haha, what would it look like if I had a buzz cut?” she asked.

“No!” he said, before she checked the box. 

Immediately, Brienne’s hair started to retract into her scalp. Grayson leapt towards her, his hands wrapping around what was left of her hair. To stop it from vanishing, or to appreciate it one last time? Grayson wasn’t sure, but it soon snaked through his shaking fingers and disappeared completely, leaving a nearly shaved head behind. 

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“Congratulations,” Maggie said as she squeezed William’s free hand. “I’m so proud of you.” Maggie placed the envelope containing his employment offer in the back seat.

“Thanks,” William replied, nodding while keeping his eyes on the road. “Working for this hospital really is an opportunity of a lifetime…but I’m sad that things will be different. We’re lucky that we were both in college together this year. But I’d rather not go off to the East Coast without you.” Maggie, still in her undergrad program, had a quite a few years to go before she would be were William was, finally starting his residency as a doctor.

“You’re sweet, William,” Maggie responded. “But, you know, there are other options.” 

“We agreed that this the optimal decision. It’s not perfect, but we’ve already analyzed all the alternatives…” William said.

“Not…all the alternatives,” Maggie said with a poignant pause. “I could get on the track to graduate early, and maybe you could put your career plans on hold for a little bit.” 

“You, graduate early?” William asked. “Well, I suppose. But what would it matter? You agreed earlier that given my circumstances, taking this job offer was the right thing.” William stated, somewhat confused.

“Pull over, honey,” Maggie instructed, and William complied. Their car slowed to a stop on the empty, private gravel road. “Tell me the truth: would you mind if things changed?” 

“What are you implying?” William asked suspiciously.

“If I altered a few…little things. I’ve always felt that there was something just little out of place with us.” Maggie said slowly.

“How could you do that?” William inquired.

“Oh, leave that to me,” Maggie said through laugher. “I just wouldn’t feel right about it if I didn’t have your permission first.” 

“My permission for you to do what, exactly?” William asked, feeling more puzzled by the minute.

“To make a few changes,” Maggie replied enigmatically.

“What kind of changes, Maggie?” William said exasperatedly.

Maggie leaned over the seat and placed her lips flush against William’s ear. She slowly and seductively whispered, “Special ones….and…” she added as she pulled away, “You won’t have to worry about your job conflicting with our relationship.”

“Well, that sounds superb to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Maggie. I really do want to do whatever I can to make this work with us.”

“That’s what I needed to hear, William. Lie back in your seat and please, close your eyes.” 

William still wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into. But he had learned to accept those kinds of instructions from Maggie readily, as it always led him to pleasure. 

Maggie pulled her lithe body up from her car seat. She glanced around. The private, wooded road was still deserted. They had total privacy.

She slowly pulled her body on top of his and straddled him. She ran her fingers across his handsome, mature looking facial features. She felt her hands run other his suit-covered body, appreciating the muscular frame that he had developed with his strict exercise regimen during grad school. She concentrated on remembering him as he was, at that exact moment. 

Maggie mentally said goodbye to William, the recent med school graduate. She placed her hands around the back of his neck, pulled him forwards into a tight embrace, and kissed him.

At first, the kiss was nothing more than locked lips. Then, ever so slightly, she used her tongue to lick his lips. The lips parted, and the two kissed for barely a moment before Maggie pulled her lips away.

“William, what do you plan to do now that you’ve finished med school?” She asked with purpose.

“Maggie, I’ve still got another year to go,” William casually responded as Maggie started deeply into his eyes. He did seem younger, though it was hard to really discern it physically. How well had she remembered his features from just a few moments ago? “You’re lucky you’ve put organic chemistry behind you in your undergrad. That was my worst year ever.” 

“Organic chemistry?” Maggie asked. She hadn’t taken that course. And yet…as she thought about it, she did remember taking it, clearly. She both remembered taking it and not having taken it at once.

“Yeah, that class is always hard,” William said as he took advantage of their closeness by slowly grinding his body against hers, reminding Maggie that chemistry isn’t the only thing that was hard. “Were you thinking about next year? It’s going to be sad, if I get accepted to a really good hospital back east and I have to leave you behind here. I really don’t want us to be apart.” 

Maggie bit her lip and nodded. He had an excellent point. She hadn’t fixed the problem with her alteration. Their transfer had only shifted things one year. He’d still be leaving next year. Their dilemma hadn’t been solved at all – the can had just been kicked down the curb a year. 

She looked down at her boyfriend. He looked almost identical to how she remembered him. Perhaps there was room for more change. Perhaps the very best thing to do, Maggie concluded, was to make two the same age. If they were in the same year of schooling for medicine, this wouldn’t be an issue at all. One more age transferring magical kiss ought to do the trick. 

Maggie mentally reminded herself to be careful before she began. She only knew how to do this in one direction, and it wasn’t reversible.

She leaned towards William and hugged him tightly. She thought about her memories from her last year of college – memories she didn’t have just a few moments ago, yet they were more real to her now than any memory she had in her head, perhaps more so.

She undulated her slender body over his fit one, exciting them both. Before she could decide whether or not the kiss was the right thing to do, William became overwhelmed with lust and their mouths met. 

This time, the kiss was far more passionate. Maggie couldn’t help herself. She had only barely licked his lips before. Now that they were really kissing, she could feel the energy completely. The more intense it became and the longer it lasted, the better it felt. Maggie felt her entire body tingling with glorious sexual energy. 

After a while, Maggie’s mind finally remembered the consequences. The kiss was enchanted, how could she have forgotten? She quickly stopped, but knew right away she had lingered longer than she had intended.

After the first kiss, William’s clothes had remained the same: the professional suit, which he wore almost always since they had met. Now, he had on a different outfit: one Maggie could never remember seeing him in. It was too casual, too unprofessional to be his.

He was younger now, clearly younger. In fact, it was obvious to Maggie that William was significantly younger than when she had first met him. Yet, the more she tried to convince herself of this, her memory changed. Now, she had two memories of her meeting with him: one, in which she had met an older, professional, med school attending man, and another…in which she had reached med school before he did. She felt her memories of years of classes flood into her temples. The effective instant education was almost overwhelming. 

“I’m going to miss you,” William cooed.

“Miss me?” Maggie said in a daze.

“Yeah. When you leave for back east, you know.” 

“Back east?” Maggie asked, still in shock.

“Yeah…the hospital internship…” William said sheepishly.

Maggie loudly groaned. She hadn’t solved anything. Their situations were merely reversed now. 

And yet…feeling William’s caresses on her body and seeing the eager, young, innocent look on his face was fast helping her forget. She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around his back, letting her fingers gently play with his hair. She was the older woman now, not just in control during a few moments of passion, but also in principle. Was this the thrill William had once felt in dating a younger woman – the way it used to be?

Though he was young, William was not at all shy. She felt his arms starting to feel her body, still situated on top of his in the driver’s seat. They were, thin, scrawny arms, not yet defined by years of exercise. She could feel him, in his amateur way, trying to slip his hands up her shirt – which was a lot nicer a shirt than she had remembered owning before. She shifted her position on top of him to allow his arm easier access. She felt a tingle go through her body, and was surprised at how much there was to squeeze.

She turned and looked in the rear view mirror. Sure enough, her face looked a little softer, her cheeks and chin a little rounder. She suddenly remembered how she had put on the freshman 15 in college, along with more weight for sophomore, junior, and senior. That thought didn’t seem to bother her at all, though, as she rolled it around in her mind. In fact, as William’s arms roved up and down her curvy, softer, more womanly frame, the thought excited her. 

She cuddled with her younger boyfriend, enjoying the sensations more than she had ever felt before. Their new bodies had a delicious balance.

But there was something more there as well. She had spent all their relationship, in one life anyway, as the younger one, the immature one, the uneducated one, and occasionally the submissive one. That was over. The relationship was completely in her hands. William was hers to shape and mold however she liked.

That thought aroused Maggie. More so than she already was. She loved her power over him, her new abilities to love and nurture him. 

William was doing his best to remove her clothes but was having a great deal of difficulty. As entertaining as that was, Maggie could not help but start thinking that there were still going to be problems in their relationship. She was leaving for her internship, apparently, and William was still stuck in the middle of his undergrad. That wouldn’t do. 

Or would it? She could probably manage, although it would be difficult. She felt a powerful urge to act, but the motivation seemed to be a mystery, if it wasn’t about saving the relationship.

The realization finally hit Maggie with a mixture of shame and delight. It was just at that moment that William succeeded in pulling off Maggie’s top. She could feel his erection pushing through his pants onto her bare, slightly round stomach.

She knew what she wanted to do: she wanted to accentuate the situation. She wanted to push it just a little bit farther. “If he was just a little bit younger, a little bit more inexperienced, a little more malleable…and if I was just a little older, a little more settled, a little more in control…” She could feel this train of thought rapidly arousing her. 

The temptation quickly became too much. She leaned in, wrapped her arms him as tightly as she could, and kissed.

This kiss was different than the others. It was hungrier, more desperate. At first, she felt herself battling his tongue with her own. Then, she felt herself overpower him, kissing him more deeply than she ever had. She could slowly feel the magic running down, losing its power to change. She held onto his body tightly, continuing to kiss greedily. She wanted to drain him of every last drop.

When she pulled away, William was younger. Not really a boy, but not really a man either. A senior in high school, probably. Just barely legal. 

His young faced stared up at Maggie with many emotions, including fear, excitement, and curiosity. Most of all, there was love. He gazed up at her the way a child might look at an angel.

“I love you,” he said as he pulled her in for a hug. The hug itself was innocent, yet at their height and position, his face was resting on her breasts. Not sure exactly what to do, but obviously interested in them, he simply nuzzled his face in them gently. The mixture of his innocence and awakening sexual curiosity was extremely exiting to her.

And how large those breasts were! Searching for an explanation, her mind was flooded with memories. Her budding, successful career in medical research. Long meetings and nights at the lab with little time for exercise. At home, plenty of time for milk and donuts. Ice cream socials at work…

“I love you too, William.” Maggie said at last.

“William? That always sounds so old. Why can’t you just call me Billy, like everyone else?” He asked in his younger, higher voice.

“Billy it is, sweetie,” she replied, stroking his face and feeling his young looking hair. She felt him cuddle with her and gently touch her body. His hands touched her husky upper arms and massaged her round pot belly.

She knew that the relationship was changed forever. Before the shift, it had been on the cusp of good taste in terms of the age gap. Now, it was completely past that. It was now almost completely forbidden and unusual, even more so now that the woman was older.

She sat down and pulled the scrawnier Billy onto her lap. William had told her about his late growth spurt in his early 20’s. Now absent that height, she estimated Billy was slightly shorter than she was. As she stroked his body, she reflected on the new roles they had. She was not merely his girlfriend: she was now so much more. She was the woman who would initiate him into adulthood, help him really understand his body. She would be a friend and an advisor to him, an educator. 

As she cuddled with Billy, she reveled at the new balance their bodies had. She loved how she was not just older, but also bigger, taller, and softer than he was. She was in complete control.

She was now his nurturer, his protector. She would love him and care for him and even treat him like a child – a child eager to discover his budding manhood. She would baby him and love him, becoming almost a mothering figure to him.

All of this aroused her almost beyond belief. She thought about how they would look together in public. Others would laugh or be shocked or chalk it up to a stupid fad. The social friction she knew she would face somehow made it even more alluring. 

Billy looked her straight in the eyes. His young face was filled with love and adoration and devotion.

“Maggie, you’re everything to me,” he said.

“You’re a good boy, Billy. A very good boy. Would you like Maggie to give you a treat?” 

Billy nodded vigorously, and Maggie slowly slipped her hand down Billy’s stomach, tickling him as she went. His laugh was high pitched and childish. Eventually, her had reached his underwear and entered it. 

She could tell by the expression on his face that the sensations were new and shocking, but pleasant. She gently went to work massaging his cock, and it quickly came to life in her skilled, soft hands. 

Before very long at all, he was moaning with appreciation. Maggie leaned in and very gently kissed him, and he kept moaning through the kiss. He came quickly, spraying his body and his clothes with his own cum.

“That was really nice, Maggie,” Billy said, and he slowly kissed at her neck and breasts in ways which were both innocent and sexual.

Maggie used her other hand to gently caress his hair as she kissed his forehead. “Good boy, Billy. Maybe later I’ll teach you how to do that for me.” At that, his eyes lit up. “Let’s get you home first.” 

As they switched places and she got into the driver’s seat, she noticed an envelope in the back. Maggie dimly remembered something very vague, the details fading from her mind as if in a dream upon waking. One detail remained as the others drained away. It was an acceptance letter – and offer of employment. But how could that be?

She reached back and took the envelope in her hands. It was an acceptance letter – for Billy to start his undergrad at her Alma Matter!

“Congratulations, baby,” Maggie said as she squeezed Billy’s hand. “I’m so proud of you!” 

“College,” Billy grumbled. “I don’t want to think about it...” 

“Why not?” Maggie said. “Thanks to that opening in division at my job, we can keep living together.”

“I’m just worried about the social life. I’ve never been the most popular guy in high school. What if all the other kids are mean to me?” He asked petulantly. 

“Don’t worry,” she said as she lovingly gazed at him, “My Billy, my sweetie, my perfect boy, I’ll always be there to protect you.” 
~~~
THE END

Want to read another story in which an age transfer helps re-balance a relationship? Check out Trophy Cougar Wife. Sherry is a trophy wife - a young little thing married to a rich older gentleman. But she has a resentful stepdaughter to deal with, and she feels unfulfilled compared to her successful husband. If only there was some way to flip the roles of their relationship... 

This is the first chapter of Transformation TV.

“Hello! I’m Tandy, and welcome to Transformation TV! We’ll start off with a quick look at the news to help keep you apprised of current events, and then we’ll get back to our regularly scheduled programming.”
 
“Last night there was a debate for the Mayoral election, between City Councilwoman Willow Nox and pro-wrestling TV sensation Max Banks, and it’s being called a game-changer…”
 
~
 
“Tonight, we’re here because you have a choice,” began Willow as she stared at the crowd. A slight woman, she was spindly slender, with dark hair with a few prominent white streaks running through it. She gripped the lectern with nervous intensity as she spoke softly. “We can choose experience and competence, or we can ask an entertainer who’s never run anything to be our city’s steward. You can choose…”
 
“You’ve got a choice, all right,” shouted Max, slamming his fight down on the podium. A huge, barrel of a man, Max’s muscles were visible through the outline of his too-tight dress shirt. “You can choose to do the same old politicians who keep messing it all up, or you can vote for someone who will fight for the public! I didn’t take any campaign money, so that proves I’m only in it for you!”
 
The crowd cheered enthusiastically for Max, who was riding high in the opinion polls leading up to the debate.
 
“I have a ten point plan to help the economy. Statistics show that…” started Willow.
 
“I’ve got a one point plan: make the city terrific again!” he said. Once more, the crowd went wild.
 
“Do you really want a bunch of machismo histrionics from your mayor?” Willow asked the audience. They cheered in the affirmative. “So be it,” Willow said with a little shrug, as she turned her gaze from the audience to her opponent.
 
“Better you get a macho man’s man as mayor than left-wing occultist,” said Max. “I remember watching those ‘I swear to God I’m not a witch’ ads she had to put out. Let me tell you, I sure as Hell wasn’t convinced!” he said with a big griffaw. The audience laughed along with him.
 
“You weren’t?” Willow asked. “Then perhaps you were just a little smarter than I gave you credit for,” she muttered under her breath.
 
“What’s that?”
 
“I say, let’s cut to the chase. I challenge you to an arm wrestling contest. Loser drops out of the race and endorses his or her opponent immediately.”
 
“You’re...challenging me...to an arm wrestling match!? Don’t make me laugh!”
 
“What’s the matter, big man? You feeling...chicken?” Willow asked. “Bawk, bawk?”
 
“Screw you, it’s on!” Max said, rushing towards her end of the stage and planting his meaty arm on her lectern. “I’ll cut you down to size, just like I’ll cut taxes for the job creators!”
 
“I think you’re going to be the one cut down to size, so to speak,” said Willow, meeting his grip. “And your tax plan is nothing but a giveaway to wealthy people like yourself.”
 
Max immediately pressed Willow’s arm almost to the edge, but couldn’t quite manage to finish off his small opponent. Like shoving a brick wall, the harder he tried to pin her, the more resistance he encountered.
 
“What’s the matter, having trouble?” Willow asked. “Need a hand?”
 
“I’m...fine…” Max grunted. But somewhat uncharacteristically for him, his arm was already feeling a little tired and sore. Still, he couldn’t let up - what would the audience think if he lost an arm wrestling contest to a woman? Especially one as skinny and weak looking as Willow.
 
But Willow’s weakness seemed to be vanishing before his eyes. As Max gazed down at her arm, he could see thin fibers of muscle forming, and a tiny bicep start to rise under her skin.
 
Max glanced down at his own arm and gasped - his muscle, though still huge, didn’t quite look as mighty as it did a moment ago. In fact, Max could see his strength receding before his very eyes.
 
He glanced at Willow, whose dark eyes were gleaming as she flashed him a sinister grin. Her face seemed to be rising somehow - was she getting taller? Or was he getting shorter? Or both?
 
Max quickly decided that he valued his body much more than his pride, or the election. He tried to let go of Willow’s hand - but she held on with an iron grip.
 
“What are you doing to me?” Max shouted. Even his mighty voice sounded a bit whinier than he was used to.
 
“Just giving you what you deserve,” she said, her voice sounding far more forceful and confident. Willow’s arm rippled with strength, her bicep swelling. Her shoulders broadened, fraying her suit and exposing her hardening flesh. Her breasts grew, as did the wall of pectoral muscles beneath them, causing the buttons to fly off of the dress shirt she was wearing, some of them hitting Max in the face. Her height increased, and as she grew taller than the lectern, the audience got to see how the cord-like muscles strained against her pants.
 
Meanwhile, Max’s figure continued to shrink and wane, becoming slender, short, and boyish, his clothes suddenly huge and baggy around him. When the last of his strength left him, Willow pinned his arm to the lectern.
 
“I win! Drop out of the out of race!” Willow shouted as the crowd roared its approval.
 
“Okay! Okay! I drop out! Just give me back my body!” Max begged.
 
“Never!” said Willow. “Kiss what I stole, kiss my muscle,” she said, grabbing him by the back of the head and forcing his lips against her hardened bicep, the very same power that used to exist in his own arms.
 
Max didn’t want to kiss her - muscular women were gross in his mind, and it was humiliating to be forced by a woman to do anything - but in spite of himself, he realized he was becoming aroused. Not only did he kiss her bicep, but he started licking and sucking on it, and stroking her hunky shoulder lovingly.
 
“Keep that up and maybe I’ll let you be my first lady,” Willow said with a smirk.

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Come one come all, to the magical candy tour. Indulge your cravings. Feed your desires. Consequences? Who wants to worry about those? ​Sweet Tooth is an illustrated furry/anthro story about a small group touring a candy factory, who find the place is more than it seems. The magic can range from concepts as clean and simple as "eat candy, get fat" to multi-topic changes, involving ethical dilemmas and game theory. Transformations involve both males and females and include weight gain, gender change, age progression, species change, macro, inflation, and more! You can check out a NSFW, gender change themed excerpt of this story, called Deiser, via PDF. 

The first ever crowdfunded Transformation ebook, The Transformation Mall contains 11 short stories and vignettes about a variety of characters. Shops can cause weight gain, female muscle growth, age progression, punk changes, gender changes, personality and sexuality shifts, and much, much more, including several brand-new transformation types. At over 34,000 words, The Transformation Mall is easily the longest and most detailed project I've ever done. You can read the first chapter, Cougar Clothes, for free on this site.

The Elves of Talvion are in the grips of a deadly conflict with the werewolves of the woods. But the elves have a secret weapon - Elanai, the master huntress, who can slay wolves with ease. Things quickly change when an orphaned wolf pup has the potential to melt Elanai's heart. Becoming the adopted mother to a werewolf has its challenges, and Elanai will soon learn that her destiny is to find lust and love in the most unlikely of circumstances...

A shy, out of shape girl named Zoe has a crush on her new personal trainer. Jim, though, is tired of training people who don’t care about fitness. He longs for a protege, someone who he can mold into the perfect athlete. Jim is about to find out what happens when he gets his wish, and the magical Ring of Change begins to alter Zoe's figure and her personality. In fact, he'll wind up learning a lot more about the ring than he ever expected - he's in for a big surprise when he puts it on himself! 

Sherry is a trophy wife - a young little thing married to a rich older gentleman. But she has a resentful stepdaughter to deal with, and she feels unfulfilled compared to her successful husband. If only the roles in their relationship could be reversed...

Effete, cultured Malcolm wants nothing to do with his bear of a new neighbor, Aslan. But the more he gets to know the older, heavier Turkish gentleman, the more Malcolm finds himself attracted to him. Soon, Malcolm finds he's transforming, becoming a big, older, hairy bear of a man himself. This is a gay male erotica transformation story, featuring weight gain, age progression, cultural changes, elements of body-swapping, and much more! This 17,000 word story is available on Amazon. I've also released a podcast with my co-author on this story, Mickey Bamboo, about this book and about self publishing, generally.