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New Begginings

Published September 24, 2013 by sarahgirl77

Your vision of the world clears as you are born into this world. Some may find it odd that you use the word “born”, as you were not truly born as much as made. You don’t remember much of being made. But you know you came from a factory of some sort. And somehow you were transported to where you are now: a store. The store is made up of many bright colors, which somehow you know are pink, purple, white, and a few other colors sprang to mind. You were never taught their names, but somehow, you know what to call them. The store is filled with many human beings, living things, and all the female of the species. They browse through the products, all of which are articles of clothing. Which is what you are, of course. You are a bra. A pink, frilly one at that. This makes you feel somewhat girly, and for some odd reason that comes with a bad connotation. But, seeing as you’ve only existed for a few minutes, and the only living things you’ve actually seen are girls, you quickly realize there is nothing wrong with being girly. If all goes well, you think to yourself, you’ll be spending the rest of your life, or existence, with a girl. So why not feel girly?

You feel very excited as a girl picks you up with her soft, delicate fingers. This makes you feel very good, as if your entire fabric is electrified. It makes you realize just how much you want someone to buy you. You look at her breasts, which seem to be proportioned perfectly to her body. And hopefully, would be proportioned perfectly to your body. She picks you up, and you feel the air catch your cups, swaying you upwards as she grabs your tag and examines it. She smiles, and drops you into a plastic bag filled with various other clothes. This makes your heart skip a beat. If you had a heart. Its weird, you think to yourself, because how would you know what it feels like for your heart to skip a beat? You don’t, of course, but your sure if you did have one, it would’ve skipped a beat.

You are scanned across a machine, and taken back to her house in the bag. She throws you on a bed, and there you lie for hours upon hours. You find yourself thinking of when she might wear you. Will it be fun? Will it be scary? All these questions run through your fabric mind as you wait. And soon, the wait is over as you see her come back in. She grabs a piece of clothing you identify as panties, and they have the same design and color as yourself. She pulls them over her legs slowly and sensually, and gives a half smile to herself as she does so. Its as if she was doing this for someone, but there is no one here but her. She then grabs you, and undoes your clasps. You feel the anticipation as she puts her two breasts into your cups, and your cold fabric is filled with warmth. The warmth brings feelings so good you are beside yourself. The feeling is so arousing. Arousing? You are not sure what that word means, and why you would make such a word up then and there to describe your feelings. But then again, there is not much for your mind to do, so making up words isn’t such a bad thing. You bathe in the pleasure, and you know this is what you were meant to do. You feel her snap your clasps behind her back. The breasts fall into place, and you feel the weight on your cups. But not too much weight. Just enough. You are a perfect fit, and you can’t imagine doing anything else.

In the mirror, you can see the lady, clad in a pink set of bra and panties which you know is half you. She looks simply amazing, and you can’t help but think that is, in part, due to you, and how good a job you are doing at making her look good. Now she can go out confidently, and be complimented by her friends. Maybe they’ll ask where she bought you. Maybe they’ll ask to borrow you. Maybe they’ll even steal you cause you make her look so good, but you highly doubt that. She looks down at her breasts, and puts her hand on your right cup. As she touches you, those arousing feelings intensify. Not that they aren’t already intense.  She smiles, and then closes her eyes as if she were concentrating. Then she throws her head back in laughter, much to your confusion. But you don’t think about it too long as she throws on a beautiful red sundress, and your vision is partly obscured. It is cut a bit low, and you are thankful for this as it means you can see a little. Not that it matters that much. But, when one’s job it to make someone look good, it’s nice to see others noticing the fruit of your labor.

She put on some high heels, and jumped in her car. Although her breasts were not overly big (you somehow knew you were a B-Cup size), they still jiggle inside you, stimulating the arousing feeling all the more. She drove with the windows rolled down, and you can feel the air rush past you. She arrives at her destination, a nice restaurant, and takes a seat at a table with another human, but a male of the species. He, unlike her, seems somewhat repulsive. Not that he looks bad, but in your eyes, he has no ounce of attractiveness to him. Instead of soft, feminine features, he is hairy, and gruff. And he has nothing on his chest that you could ever imagine yourself being worn on. But, you can tell he is attractive to this goddess that is wearing you, because she is laughing and smiling a lot. And her breasts are getting somewhat hard within you. Not overly so, but enough that you can tell that she likes him. How you know this, you don’t know, but these signs seem to lead to a simple conclusion.

After the dinner, the man leads your wearer out to her car, and they talk for hours in the cool, midnight breeze. You watch as they share a kiss, and as his hand moves, she grabs it and puts it upon her breast. The touch, although masculine in nature, sends shock waves through you. As they kiss, you feel her arousal, or what you can only assume is the equivalent to your pleasure, and you begin to feel excitement. You’re not sure why, but it seems like the natural thing to do. Her breasts grow beneath you, and her steady breathing becomes faster. You can feel her heart pounding ninety miles an hour. And then it ended. He broke off, and she stared deeply into his eyes with an emotion you could never comprehend. Your excitement fades to simply contentment, and with that, the both of you drive home.

Back in her room, she begins to take her clothes off for bed. She throws her dress on her bed, and falls down, letting out a huge sigh and a bright smile on her face that you see reflected in the mirror. She then undoes you, and slowly slips out of you, much to your dismay. She does not let go of you though, and brings you up to her face.

“You have worked out so perfectly,” she said. This confused you. Why would she be talking to you? And how you comprehended her speech, you didn’t know. You had only existed for all of a day. “I know I did quite the whammy on you, and I don’t know if there’s really anything left of you in there. Last I checked there wasn’t. But, if you are in there, it won’t be too much longer. Give it a week or two, and I’ll have you back in the land of the living.”

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So, if you like that at all, here is what I ask of you, dear readers. If you would be so kind as to comment below with where you would like this story to go. Anything goes, and I will be making this into a bit of “Choose your own adventure” but more open ended. Be as detailed or as quick and simple as you want, just know the more freedom you give me, the more liberties I will take. And yes, I will try to make different branches as well. Who knows, may not work too well, but it could be fun 🙂

P.S. If you have any “visual aid” you want in the next branches, link ’em, and maybe I’ll make something work

A Keeper

Published February 19, 2013 by sarahgirl77

Being married to a magician can be pretty scary. But if your wife is as cute as mine, and she has the ability to turn you into her bikini, you will realize that it is not bad, gents. Not bad at all. My wife is very sensible though, and doesn’t like having me transformed all the time. But this time, I offered her this awesome trip to Hawaii, on one stipulation. And now we’re here, and I’m on her chest so we can “save air fare”. One hell of a vacation, and she’s not the lucky one. If you can find a pretty girl, and she’s a magician, boys, she’s a keeper.


Published August 20, 2012 by sarahgirl77

“Thanks so much, sweety,” Georgia said. “This will go great for my next photo shoot.”

“No problem,” Dave said, “I feel so sexy as your boobs, and even sexier in this bra. Too bad I won’t be able to experience it in bed.”

“Who says you won’t?” Georgia asked.

“You don’t actually mean you’d go cheat on me?”

“Well its not really cheating. I can’t cheat on a breast, now can I?”

“But I’m your husband.”

“Dave, I can’t be married to a boob, and since the spell was permanent, you’ll have to-“

“It was WHAT?” Dave screamed in her mind.

“To give me the size boost, it had to be. I thought you’d understand.”

“I was a man!” Dave said, “And now I’m…I’m…just mounds of flesh.”

“And you should start by acting like it.” Georgia said, and snapped her fingers.

“Honey, please, there has to be some other way! Honey? Georgia!” But she had already cut off her communication with him. He was just a boob to her now, and she was ready for her photo shoot.

A Word of Warning

Published August 19, 2012 by sarahgirl77

Just a small word of warning about just how prevalent magic is these days. My friend was a very persistent man, and when he asked for an interview with the famous Emma Watson, and she turned him down, he couldn’t take no for an answer. He began following her around for like months, to conventions or events and tons of different things. Well, finally Watson couldn’t put up with him any longer. So what you see here is the last I saw of him, strapped around her breasts just before she was going running. And judging by her age in the picture, its been many years. I’ve attempted to find him and turn him back, but truth be told, he probably enjoys his much simpler life now, if he even remembers being a man at all. A few years as an object will do that to you.

Magical Advice

Published August 16, 2012 by sarahgirl77

As the new Admin for this small blog while its creator is on leave, I thought that it might be nice if I wrote a little bit of…advice I guess, as well as caps. I know that there are plenty of you who might be looking into magic and transformation, and your just now seeing a whole new world of things that the general public is blinded to. So, from someone who learned it all on her own, let me give you a little advice.

First off, if you’re someone who thinks this is all fantasy, and you’re here just to enjoy it as such, that’s great. It is a wonderful fantasy to read. But if you are actually starting to see things around you, or your just starting to learn a few tricks in magic, well, as Old Ben puts it, “You’re taking your first steps into a larger world.” Magic is everywhere, and it is only our scientific minds that have blinded us to it. Just a few hundred years ago it was commonly accepted as fact, and it is only within the last few centuries that we’ve deemed it “Myth and Legend.”

Of course, not all magic is transformation based. Some is used for destructive means, or for healing purposes, but in the past few years the transformation aspect of it is growing quite popular among magic circles. I, for one, got into the practice of magic just from reading what I thought was fiction on many of the sites and blogs around here. But I began to search around the web for more. Simply google’ing it won’t do the trick. Sometimes you have to read between the lines of the posts and comments. There are people out there who do this stuff. Many of the posts that you see are real life events, or at least based on them. I started to make contact with some of them, and one of them sent me to a site that actually had magic spells on it. It was a hard to find site, and I can never get it to come up in the Google search, but it had an enormous amount of information on it.

Now if you’re wondering what the site is, I’m not going to tell you. You have to be devoted to find it, and I’m going to let those of you who are find your own way to it. But once you make it there, you will be rewarded. I started with the simple starting spells, ones that allowed me to change the color of my drink from yellow to pink, stuff like that. But as the weeks passed by I got better. Turning people into other people became easy, and I got a lot of people in and out of places like that. I started to actually go to some events that some magic users were having and have fun there. One time I even got transformed into a dress, and stayed that way for a whole year (one of the best years of my life, I might add), but I’ll save that for a story. Now I use it at home for simple things, or when one of my friends needs to relax and transform. I recently learned how to use it through the internet, which can be really fun.

So, if you girls are interested in magic, let me give you some advice. Yes, I know some of you guys are probably interested too, but it seems to be more popular with the ladies. In fact, most guys I knew that got into it ended up changing into females permanently. Anyway, just a few tips:

  1. NEVER transform yourself. Transforming yourself almost always leads to a permanent transformation, and unless you want that, I suggest you have someone else do it for you.
  2. Be ready for the mental effects. Many spells don’t have them, but its always a big surprise to find yourself in an unfamiliar form and your mind starts get all wacky. The best way to prevent this is to just prep way ahead of time. I’ll never forget the time I had my friend change me into some lipstick so I could spy on my sister, but listening to any of her conversations was impossible because all I could think about was the next time she would gloss me over her glorious lips.
  3. Watch out for witches. No, just because you use magic doesn’t make you a witch. Witches are born, and from my experiences, witches are bad. They turn people into their clothing permanently without second thought, taking “mere mortals” like us and imprisoning us for the rest of our existence. I happen to know a few ways of killing one, but that’s another story.
  4. Be careful of being taken apart. Some transformations like mannequins can have the transformed be taken apart into several pieces. If you happen to be in this situation, don’t panic, but know that you may be transformed for a little longer than you had planned. Attempting a reversal on someone while their pieces are not together (unless their not meant to be, like two pieces to a swimsuit) is never a good idea. It’s not fun having to walk your torso with only your hands across a department store.
  5. And finally, just be prepared. Transformation is such a fun tool if used correctly, but the strangest things can happen if your not prepared. Make sure you will be at the right place at the right time to be reversed, or just to be used. Sitting in a drawer all week is never fun. Make sure you’re not in a position to be damaged, and above all, just use common sense.


Now go transform!

Most Sincerely Yours,


Published August 15, 2012 by tftm30

The panties shivered as it became conscious, and quickly realized that becoming conscious should be impossible. But nonetheless, the panties were feeling the undeniable pleasure of being worn so close to its wearer’s intimate parts. As it basked in the bliss, a thought came across its awareness. What if there had been something? Something so far back in time that it couldn’t remember, but something that had made it aware. Maybe the panties had not always been panties. How else could you explain something like this happening in panties? And as the panties continued to consider that option, it began to think. To think like…a human. Yes, the panties concluded that it must’ve been human, like its wearer. Living, breathing, talking human. And it wanted to turn back, but how? It began to calculate a plan when a pair of fingers began to lightly stroke the panties. It shivered in pleasure, but thinking was become so hard. It would be so easy for the panties to just stop all thought again, and go back. But it musn’t stop now! But even as it thought that, bliss was quickly over taking the simple mind of the panties. His wearer said some words, but the panties comprehension could barely catch the meaning of the words.

“That was close,” the wearer said. “We can’t have our clothes begin to think for themselves!”

Under New Management

Published August 15, 2012 by tftm30

Tim woke up from his stupor. He remembered that he had been writing on his blog, trying to update it again after another long absence, when someone pinged him. Now it was coming back to him. He had been talking to this girl who shared the same interests as him, and they were in a conversation about transformation. When she asked him what he truly wanted to be transformed into, he answered a pink, lacy, feminine bra. And that was the last thing he remembered. Now he could feel something heavy and warm inside him, filling him up, and he knew exactly what had happened.

“Oh Tim, you turned out wonderful!” said the girl from last night’s chat.

“I love it too,” Tim thought, hoping to god that she could hear him. “But how am I gonna write like this. I was just getting back into my blog, and now I’m gone again.”

“Oh that thing? Don’t worry, frilly little bra, I’ll take care of it all. Just sit there and be pretty!” The girl giggled, and that seemed to make the bra…I mean Tim content.

So while he contentedly sits on my chest, I hope I can take his place for awhile! 

Most Sincerely Yours,