The Age of Womanhood | Better with Age

 

 

A PLEDGE OF FRIENDSHIP | SISTER THAT USED TO BE A MISTER

 

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  “We made it, Sonja!” Chloe squealed as she hugged her blonde bestie.  Sonja smiled back, more out of relief than excitement. 

“Yep, we made it,” Sonja said. “We’re Sigma girls.” Saying it didn’t sound so bad.  Sonja the Sigma girl.  Her glossy lips spread into a genuine smile as she turned the thought over in her head.  She was now one of the elite sisters of Sigma Sigma Alpha Incorporated, a journey she had taken alongside her best friend, Chloe.  

“Do you regret it?” Chloe stood up on her toes to whisper in Sonja's ear. “Helping me out, I mean?”  

“Nope, not a chance.” Sonja shook her head.  “It’s not everyday a guy gets to pledge to a sorority.” Sonja winked, sending Chloe into a fit of giggles.


“Don’t let them hear you!”  She fussed. “Jason can come back after the semester when Sonja ‘transfers’ away.”  Sonja nodded, remembering the plan.  Chloe’s confidence wasn’t nearly as radiant as it was now.  Pledging Sigma had brought out the best in Chloe and that alone was worth spending time as a woman.  

“It’s no problem, I can handle a few more weeks,” Sonja had already spent most of the school year as a woman thanks to pledging.  She had survived mixers with handsy frat boys, slumber parties with co-eds, and some rather silly hazing.  She originally didn’t think she would have to spend more than a week as a woman - she had only pledged because Chloe begged Jason for support.  Chloe had known about Jason’s magical talents since they were kids but had never asked for such a favor before.  This time she was terrified of rushing alone.  Jason relented to her request and transformed himself into the woman that would eventually become Sonja.  

Chloe and Sonja rushed Sigma and Sonja could not have been more annoyed.  Admittedly it had more to do with her discomfort with her new body than the requirements of being a pledge.  Sonja used some quick spell weaving to siphon some feminine knowledge and instincts from the girls around her so that she could get through the experience.  It made it easier to walk around in heels and alleviate any other discomforts.  She used all the knowledge and charm acquired from the spell to ace the interview and mingle with the other pledge.

To her surprise, Sonja’s spell worked too well - she was named a Pledge right alongside Chloe!  She knew there was no way She could reject it - Chloe was going to ask for Sonja to stick around.

“You have to do this!” Chloe pleaded.  “I’ll owe you big time but I can’t do this without you!  I promise you can go back to being Jason just get through pleading and we’ll make up some excuse for Sonja to transfer out of state.”

Sonja thought about all the things she had to deal with, some of them were absolutely humiliating but most of them were surprisingly rewarding.  She wasn’t sure if it was the compulsions or the experience but she and Chloe grew closer.  Their bond strengthened as they supported each other but it also extended out to their line sisters.  The entire group linked up to make sure no one fell behind.  They all agreed that they would all cross together as one unit - no one quits.  Truth to their pledge, all of them crossed over and Sonja had to admit she was elated to see her new friends so happy.  None made her happier than Chloe.  

“Smile, ladies!” One of their line sisters shouted as she held up a phone.  Both of them struck a pose, Chloe’s lips puckered up.  Sonja fought off a fit of giggles as the picture was taken.  When it all came down to it, she knew she wasn’t ready to leave the sisterhood.  She had learned something about herself that she wasn’t ready to give up.  Besides, she knew Chloe would be thrilled that her sister was sticking around.

 

 

 

 

Overwhelmed | The Embrace of Desire

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Thomas placed his suitcase on the bed, then plopped with a sigh.  His grandfather had given him a lot to think about.  Family legacy, magic and shapeshifting.  He would have thought his grandfather was insane had he not watched the patriarch transform himself into a young hispanic man. It was astounding to discover that his grandfather was a wizard with arcane powers unimagined.  It was even more amazing to discover that Thomas himself held the same abilities.

He turned to the suitcase next to him and opened it.  His fingers trembled as he grabbed the delicate lingerie within.  Like his grandfather, Thomas could shift reality and himself at a whim.  The ability to shapeshift was the magic that came naturally to his family - at least according to his grandfather.  Thomas had learned the basics from his grandfather but left for the weekend to test his talents and desires alone.

He could feel the tremble of magic pulsing within him as he clutched the bra and panty set.  The magic followed his orders and shrunk his fame, shifting mass and redistributing itself.

“Magic has a way of attaching itself to our greatest desires,” his grandfather’s voice echoed within Thomas’s head as he transformed.  “The more you want to change, the more potent your transformation becomes.”  Thomas groaned and licked his lips as his chest expanded and thickened.  He slipped the intimates on to support his developing breasts.  He couldn’t help but rub his thighs together as he felt mass shift into his hips and inflate his ass.  His bottom furiously tried to catch up to his breasts, turning Thomas into something voluptuous and fulsome.

Excitement growing, Thomas padded over to the mirror to see the results. His features softened into feminine delicacy, erasing the masculine.  The excitement grew and a voice within his head asked for more . . . and even more.

“Mmmmm” Thomas mewed as his breasts grew heavier within the cups of his bra.  His growing proportions challenged the support of his lingerie while his ass mushroomed into overabundance.  Something within delighted at this development and craved even more lushness!  Thomas’s hidden desires found what it wanted and surged into his manhood.  He squealed as he felt his balls and shaft pull inward to his abdomen, making him woozy.  The last bits of his masculinity absorbed itself into a blossoming flower of femininity.  The feminine creature reached down with a graceful finger and lightly prodded her new flat mound.

Naomi’s hidden desires had truly unraveled her former male self.  She was now abundant and curvaceous in a way her old self would have never dreamed of.  Everything felt so feminine and so right.  She wasn’t sure if she could be Thomas again - and she was less sure if she ever wanted to be.  She had the whole weekend to figure it out.