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Matthew woke up to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm ringing. He sprung forward from under his covers. He was in an unfamiliar room. He felt long brown hair tickling his breasts. He let out a high pitched gasp. He had breasts? It all came back to him. In his drowsy state he had completely forgot that he had become his best friend’s sister. He slipped out of the bed and felt the cold ground on his dainty feet. It was a familiar sensation that somehow still felt out of place. He walked over to a nearby mirror. He saw a young brunette woman wearing a nightgown. A knock came from the door. Turning around he saw his new mother, Heather poking her head through the doorway.
“Ah you’re up. I suggest you have your shower and get changed. Peter will pack the bags and then we have to hit the road. We will get some food on the way.”
With that, Heather closed the door. Returning to the gaze of his doppelganger in the mirror, Matthew still could not believe it. He traced a sma
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Jory was sitting in his room watching the world go by through his window. His street wasn’t very busy at all but he still found a certain pleasure in watching the rare passer-by. He knew his parents would disapprove of him staying up so late to do something so pointless but he felt truly happy every time he did it. There was not a single care in the world for him during this moment. Any school work or socialising that had to be done was irrelevant. It was just him, the road, the night sky and the pedestrians. Out of the corner of his eye he spied a cloaked figure placing something on the footpath in front of his house. Pressing his face to the window the figure appeared to be configuring something on it. Before he could get a closer look the figure noticed him. The longest five seconds of Jory’s life followed. They maintained eye contact for an awkward amount of time before the figure ran off out of his vision. Curious about what the figure had left behind, Jory grabbed his
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Devin tried to walk slowly but he found it too hard. He was excited that he managed to get a job so easy. After so many failed interviews and resumes gone unreturned he finally found a job as a caretaker for a mansion. He couldn’t help but feel a bit unnerved by the opportunity seeing that he was hired without even having an interview but nevertheless he wasn’t going to turn it down. The owner of the mansion was one Roswaal L Mathers. Apparently though he was going to be reporting to a maid named Ram. Upon entering the building Devin’s jaw dropped as he saw the lavish decorations adorning the staircase. He had never seen something so grand in his life. He heard someone clearing their throat.
“Devin I presume?”
Turning around to the source of the noise he saw a young, short, pink haired maid staring at him.
“Yes, you are correct.”
Devin extended his hand and Ram shook it.
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Merry Christmas for a few days from now

I don't know if anyone noticed that i had been missing from Deviantart. I won't say why i was missing but coming back and looking over my old writings, i don't really like them too much. I have put them into an 'old' folder. From now on i am going to try and write some more lengthier stories that meet a higher standard. 

I will not take anymore requests. I am still open for suggestions though. If you have a cool idea for a story that has some depth to it, i will be happy to have a go at writing it. To put it simply i am really not interested in writing those very short stories where a character transforms into someone/something from a fictional TV show/book/movie/etc. I am interested in writing those stories where you give me something a bit more to go on like, "A child finds a magic idol in the attic that switches his body with his stunt biker, alcoholic mother for a day." or "Character from a popular fictional franchise finds some ghetto ass magic tg stuff and tries it out with another character from the same popular fictional franchise. Banging ensues." I don't guarantee that i will write every suggestion that comes my way but at the same time i will not expect any to come my way and still continue to write my own original stories.

I am currently writing a story right now which i will upload probably sometime after Christmas.

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A sharp jolt of electricity pierced his neck. He awoke to an empty white room. He began to move his legs slowly. Drowsiness overtook his body. He began to stand up but in the process stumbled forward. The jolt returned to his neck and he fell over. Now on his hands and knees he looked over his body. He was completely naked except for some kind of collar that he could feel around his neck. A high pitched noise began to be emitted from somewhere in the room. Looking around he saw it coming from a nearby speaker on the wall. A voice came out. It was distinctly feminine and somewhat proper sounding.

“A045, remain still and comply with the personnel entering your cell.”

Without missing a beat, a piece of the wall pushed outwards and then slid to the side. Through the passageway two men walked through. One was older than the other, looked to be in his forties, shaved head, tall and very strong. The other one appeared to be a great deal less formidable. He was significantly shorter and younger. The stronger one held a long pole while the smaller one held a handgun. The stronger one slid the pole into the collar and clicked it into place. In a deep voice he began to speak.

“Stand up.”

Without hesitating he complied. The brief disorientation seemed to be gone. A sharp zap was delivered to his neck once again. This time though, the man had used the pole to induce it.

“Should have been quicker.”

He was pushed out through the opening with the pole. The small one stood to the side of him with the gun holstered. The hallway was quite long. It seemed to go on forever, lined with cells just like his. They all had some kind of letter and digits attached to their respective doors. Eventually they made it to an elevator. His guards took up a position either side of him and the stronger one pushed the button. They began to converse with each other, ignoring their prisoner completely. So much so that he felt like he didn’t even exist. As if this was all a dream. The prisoner could not remember anything before this day. It was as if before now he never existed. The prisoner was so deep into his thoughts that he did not notice the elevator doors open. A jolt of electricity brought him back to his senses. He marched out of the elevator. Another hallway. This one was shorter. He began to walk down it. Looking to his right through a glass wall, he could see two scientists working on something. Before he could look around further, the small guard opened the door and the prisoner was pushed in. The strong one shoved him into a chair using the pole. Without realising, the prisoner laid his arms down on the arm rests. The small one pushed a button on the side of the chair and firm clasps wrapped around his wrists and ankles. The pole was detached from his neck. The strong guard left the room while the small one leant against the door with his gun in hand. He could hear the scientist’s bickering behind him. He heard a raspy masculine voice.

“Cynthia, just give me the syringe already. It’s as good as it is going to get.”

A female voice began to speak.

“Fine. Just take it.”

The scientists walked in front of him. The male one had long black hair and was quite lanky. Reflective glasses hid his eyes. The woman who he assumed to be Cynthia was quite young. She had long blonde hair and appeared to be shorter than the guard. The prisoner felt oddly compelled to speak.

“Where… am…. I….?”

The male ignored the words as he moved towards the prisoner. He brandished a syringe in his hand. A red liquid filled the vial. The syringe was slammed into the prisoners exposed forearm. At first he felt a sharp sting that quickly subsided. The scientist then pushed down on the plunger. Cynthia appeared to be taking notes. A heat spread through the prisoner’s body. It felt like his veins were burning. He began to screaming uncontrollably, thrashing around in his chair. Cynthia observed, seemingly fascinated while the male stared blankly. The prisoner could not control himself. Slowly but surely he began to slow down with his movements. When he came to a stop all that he could hear was his heart rate monitor flat lining. He could not move. He could not breathe. Cynthia broke the silence.

“I fucking told you it wouldn’t work.”

The male scientist slowly walked out of the room without saying a word. Cynthia turned to the guard.

“I really have to be somewhere else, you can take care of the body this time.”

The guard left the room. Once the door shut, Cynthia let out a loud scream and kicked at a nearby wall. She walked out of the prisoner’s vision. He heard a clicking noise and then the whirring of the chair’s motors as it reclined. Once he was laying down flat, Cynthia pushed his body through the door. He couldn’t move his head so he was forced to look up. Cynthia was staring straight ahead. He recognised the familiar roof of the elevator. She pushed some buttons and the elevator began to move. Once the elevator arrived at its destination, she began to push him along. After a few turns she stopped pushing. He heard the crackling of a nearby fire. Cynthia stood over him and looked him directly in the eye. She began to mutter something.

“You may be dead but you can still serve a higher purpose. That higher purpose being my career.”

She pulled out an empty syringe and stuck it into his arm. She began to slowly draw his blood. Instinctively he reached out for her hand. Surprisingly his arm moved. He locked his hand around her arm. Her jaw went slack. Before she could scream he covered her mouth. The struggle knocked him off of his platform. He quickly managed to stand over her. Somehow he was still alive. Cynthia’s face was still. She wasn’t moving. He went to remove his hand from her mouth but found he couldn’t. Upon closer inspection it seemed that the skin of his hand had somehow fused with her face. He watched as his hand merged with her head. He couldn’t distinguish where he ended and where she began. Looking at his other hand he saw that it was also merging with her body. During the struggle his knee had come into contact with her body as well. He began to sink into her and she began to sink into him. Before long they had completely fused. All that remained was his body. He slowly stood up. Fortunately during the process it seemed that the collar had slipped off. As he began to plan his escape, he could not help but notice his reflection in a nearby glass window. It was the first time that he had seen himself. He had a bit of muscle and seemed to be at an average enough height. He could see that he had short brown hair. As he ran his hand through it, something felt odd. It seemed that it was growing. As he looked closer at his reflection, each hair was lengthening and turning into a lighter blonde colour. Fascinated, he continued to watch. He began to shorten in height. He watched as his abdominal muscles faded away and were replaced with a thin layer of fat. His face began to look more feminine. He watched as his chest slowly expanded outwards forming a small pair of breasts. His hips and ass pushed outwards slightly. He watched as his face contorted even further, taking on the appearance of Cynthia. The prisoner was breathless. He was a complete copy of her. Except for one small detail. He watched as his penis slid into his body and formed a vagina. He inspected his new form closely. To a normal person, he appeared to be a young woman with long blonde hair. To his fellow researchers, he appeared to be their co-worker. He began to walk over to the clothes that she left behind. At first it was a struggle getting used to his new assets. Upon picking up the clothes he saw that they had torn. Deeming the underwear too complicated he decided to skip them. First he slipped the black trousers over his soft and thin legs. Next he slid her boots over his small feet. Then he grabbed the white shirt and pulled it over his breasts. After sliding the lab coat over his now slender shoulders, he grabbed the collar and her underwear and threw it into the fire. As he walked back to the elevator he felt as his breasts flopped around freely under his shirt. He managed to find his way back to the elevator after a few false turns. He looked at the panel. The floors were clearly marked. The current floor being disposal. There was one marked dormitory. He pressed on the button. Immediately the floor underneath his feet began to shift. He felt himself being pushed upwards. After a brief ride he arrived at his desired floor. It was a small hallway with a few doors along its sides. As he walked down the hallway he saw that each door had a name. Stopping at the one labelled Cynthia Chambers, he placed his new finger nervously onto a nearby fingerprint scanner. After a few seconds it flashed green and he heard a click. The door slid to the side and he entered.

The room was quite clean on the inside. The bed was made, paper neatly filed away and a shiny floor. Opening a nearby door he found the bathroom. It had a shower, a mirror and a toilet. He stepped inside and admired his new reflection. Surprisingly, his face was quite grimy. He ran his hands through his long hair. He had never had hair this long or at least he didn’t remember it. He removed his clothes until he was completely naked and then hopped into the shower. He turned the faucet and let the warm water flow over his curves. He slid his hands down his soft body until he reached his groin. In order to sate his curiosity, he began to rub his clitoris. He let out a soft moan. The further he took it the more his pleasure grew. The warmth spread throughout his body. With his other hand, he began to play with his breasts. Before he knew it, his moans were no longer quiet. The feeling reached a crescendo. He leant against the wall, panting. The water washing his sweat away. He stood there in that moment. Savouring the feeling of the high he just experienced. He cleaned his face and then left the shower. He grabbed a nearby towel and dried himself off. Walking his still naked form into the main room, he took a look inside of Cynthia’s closet. She had a few t-shirts, pants and some lab coats. No leisure wear. He grabbed a pair of panties and slid them over his legs. Despite being nearly completely naked the room was quite warm. He slid under the covers of the dead woman’s bed, falling into a deep and comforting slumber.
The Prisoner - Part One
I am probably going to release this in three parts over the coming days. Where do you think the story is headed?
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Merry Christmas for a few days from now

I don't know if anyone noticed that i had been missing from Deviantart. I won't say why i was missing but coming back and looking over my old writings, i don't really like them too much. I have put them into an 'old' folder. From now on i am going to try and write some more lengthier stories that meet a higher standard. 

I will not take anymore requests. I am still open for suggestions though. If you have a cool idea for a story that has some depth to it, i will be happy to have a go at writing it. To put it simply i am really not interested in writing those very short stories where a character transforms into someone/something from a fictional TV show/book/movie/etc. I am interested in writing those stories where you give me something a bit more to go on like, "A child finds a magic idol in the attic that switches his body with his stunt biker, alcoholic mother for a day." or "Character from a popular fictional franchise finds some ghetto ass magic tg stuff and tries it out with another character from the same popular fictional franchise. Banging ensues." I don't guarantee that i will write every suggestion that comes my way but at the same time i will not expect any to come my way and still continue to write my own original stories.

I am currently writing a story right now which i will upload probably sometime after Christmas.

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Martin’s phone buzzed on his desk. A text message from his girlfriend. He already knew what it was going to say. His prediction was validated upon reading it. “Martin, I thought you were coming to the Halloween party? Please don’t tell me you’re sick!” He sent a reply. “Bad news.” He still planned on going, he just didn’t want his girlfriend to know. Looking at his computer screen he saw that his mail tracker changed from saying ‘in transit’ to ‘delivered’. He heard the sound of a van’s engine revving up, before it disappeared into the distance. He walked over to his front door and opened it. On his doorstep was a cardboard box. Looking down the street he saw a bunch of other parties in session and a couple of children walking door to door. He grabbed the cardboard box and quickly slipped back inside. Depositing the box onto a table, he tried to pull it open desperately. The tape was too strong. The bond needed to be broken. Hurriedly he fumbled through his kitchen drawers looking for a sharp enough knife. Eventually he found the Stanley Knife that he usually ate his meals with. Presenting the blade, he broke the bonds. The cardboard box opened. Inside he could make out a blue woollen outfit. Placing the outfit next to the box, he peered underneath. A brown human looking skin with long black hair sat in the bottom. This was the bodysuit that he had ordered. With it dangling from his hands it was visibly shorter than him. If the science advertised on the site was correct, he should still fit into it anyway. He laid it down onto a nearby table and removed his clothes. He grasped at the back of the suit until he found a hole in it. He pulled the hole apart until it was wide enough and began to insert his legs into it. His legs slid into those of the suit, stretching the skin. Next the interior of the suit slid over his arms as they were inserted into it. The suit was being stretched to it’s limits. Martin was afraid that it might rip. Slowly and cautiously, he pulled the head of the suit up to his own face. He parted the long black hair dangling in front of the hole and pushed himself into it. Using his hands he guided the eye and mouth holes onto his own face. He was now completely wearing the suit. Looking into a nearby mirror he saw what seemed to be a woman who’s own skeleton had outgrown her. He fumbled around in the box looking for further instructions. Surely there was more to it. He came across a piece of paper. It seemed to be the guide. Reading it he gathered that once you are wearing it, you motion towards your back while thinking about closing it and do the reverse to open it. Now Martin was really confused. He just hoped that it would hurry up and work. Motioning backwards with his arms, he felt his back tighten. Upon touching his back he found that the hole had been sealed up. Looking into the mirror he watched as he began to shorten in height. His body was compressed in order to fit the figure of the costume. He watched as his face was rearranged until it looked more feminine. The sacks on his chest began to inflate and expand until they formed two perky breasts. His torso slowly took on an hourglass shape. His body momentarily went numb. He began to feel hair tickling the back of his neck. He could feel what the skin was feeling. It was as if he had completely become what the suit depicted. Looking in the mirror he saw an athletic brown skinned woman with long black hair. He looked exactly like Korra, the character he was going to the Halloween party as. He grabbed his new breasts and felt them. They were soft and jiggly. He grinned as he slid his hands around his smooth skin. Looking down he could see his penis was replaced with a vagina. He was completely female. Concluding his investigation, Martin walked over to the clothes that came with the suit and slid them on over his nude form. They were quite warm and comfortable. He was now dressed in his costume and ready for the party.

Martin walked over to the front of the house where the party was supposed to be going down. A man was passed out in a pool of vomit on the front lawn and loud music was blaring through the doorway. It seemed that this was the place. He walked inside. A wide assortment of characters were there. He saw a shrine maiden grinding against Woody from Toy Story, a Mickey Mouse was performing a keg stand and a Batman was very obviously fingering a Catwoman on the couch. It seemed he had arrived late. Before he could begin to look for his girlfriend he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around he saw a tall man with beer pouring out of his mouth.

“Hey, have I seen you before?”

Martin hadn’t even thought up a cover story.

“Uh… I am Eddie’s…. friend…. from…. the city?”

“Ah! Eddie’s friend from the city! Right on! He talks about you a lot!”

With that the man walked past him, heading deeper into the labyrinth of the party. Martin had no sense of direction within the walls of the house. He walked outside and into the backyard. He finally found his girlfriend, Courtney. Her short red hair usually made her stand out in a crowd and this was not the exception. He could make out that she was dressed as a skeleton. She appeared to have taped bones from an anatomy model to her body. He couldn’t help but laugh. He walked over to her and just as he was about to introduce himself, he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. Turning around he was greeted by the same face from last time, just a bit more inebriated.

“Hey, Johnny’s pal from the farm. Right?”

“No….”

“Ah well, you are all the same to me. Want to fuck?”

Martin was gobsmacked. Never had he felt this disgusted. When he put the Korra suit on he did not think that he would end up being an object of lust but in hindsight he should have expected it, knowing the sort of people that tended to congregate at these parties. Before he could respond he felt someone else tugging on his arm. Turning around he saw his girlfriend.

“Come on Kaitlyn, let’s go.”

He began to follow his girlfriend as she dragged him away from the man. He was real confused.

“What…. Why?”

“We girls have got to have each other’s backs. So what is your name?”

“Kaitlyn”

“Really? What a guess!”

They both laughed.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“I was supposed to introduce my boyfriend to some of my friends but he flaked! He said he was sick or something! Can you believe men sometimes?”

Martin found the whole situation comical. Here she was complaining about him behind his back and to someone else’s face. Too bad she didn’t know that he was wearing said face. He always thought she was cute when she got angry and right now was an exception. He felt oddly empty towards her. Usually whenever he is around her, he got a warm and almost primal feeling deep within himself. It seemed while he wore this suit he was not attracted to her in the same way. This time it seemed, he would get to know her as a friend rather than a boyfriend and he knew that he would like her a lot.
Do you prefer characters TGing into "real people" such as Stephanie in my Down by the River series or do you prefer them TGing into fictional characters such as in my The Convention series and some of the requests. For further elaboration on what i mean by "real people", i mean TG where a character i have created becomes another character that i also have created. By fictional characters i mean having a TG involving a third party character in some way. So which of these do you prefer? I will probably still write both equally no matter what, this will just help me decide my next series to write after i finish The Convention and Down by the River.
Matthew woke up to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm ringing. He sprung forward from under his covers. He was in an unfamiliar room. He felt long brown hair tickling his breasts. He let out a high pitched gasp. He had breasts? It all came back to him. In his drowsy state he had completely forgot that he had become his best friend’s sister. He slipped out of the bed and felt the cold ground on his dainty feet. It was a familiar sensation that somehow still felt out of place. He walked over to a nearby mirror. He saw a young brunette woman wearing a nightgown. A knock came from the door. Turning around he saw his new mother, Heather poking her head through the doorway.

“Ah you’re up. I suggest you have your shower and get changed. Peter will pack the bags and then we have to hit the road. We will get some food on the way.”

With that, Heather closed the door. Returning to the gaze of his doppelganger in the mirror, Matthew still could not believe it. He traced a small, smooth and hairless hand down his new delicate features. His small nose. His beautiful lips. He never thought in a million years that he would become Stephanie Graves. He always had a crush on her. He loved how happy and bright she was. Every interaction with her left him smiling. He would be lying if he said he never harboured some thoughts of a more sexual nature towards her. She was what Matthew viewed as the perfect human. Her intelligence had afforded her a full ride through university, her amazing personality afforded her many friends and her athletic spirit afforded her a stunning body. It sounded like he envied her but in reality he just wanted to be around her. Another knock was heard at the door. Peter pushed open the door and walked in.

“I see you are still getting used to it.”

He reached under the bed and pulled out a suitcase.

“Now I, not being a member of the more fairer sex must do my duty.”

Peter left the room with the suitcase in tow. Matthew let out a girlish giggle but quickly silenced himself. He followed Peter out of the room but instead walked into the Graves’ bathroom. He began to shower. Once he was finished showering he left the bathroom and returned to his temporary bedroom. He searched through Stephanie’s clothes until he found a grey tank top and some jeans and he put them on. He pulled his hair out from under his top and let it cascade down his body. He grabbed his old phone and Stephanie’s handbag and made his way out of the house. Heather and Peter were talking about something near the car when they noticed Matthew approaching.

“Glad you finally could join us Steph! We have to go now otherwise it will be dark by the time we get there!”

Matthew briskly walked over to the car and hopped into the passenger seat while Heather drove and Peter sat in the backseat. The drive was rather uneventful. He passed his time by browsing the internet on his phone. At first gazing over his new breasts was something to get used to but eventually he found a compromise. His family had uploaded photos of themselves snorkelling in some island nation to Facebook. He would have felt jealous of their holiday but now that he had become Stephanie, he had a feeling that maybe he was currently having the more unique experience. He couldn’t help but smile. Along the way they pulled into a gas station in order to refuel and get some food. While his new mother fuelled the car up he entered the station. He was instructed to buy some sausage rolls and pay for the fuel on the pump with the blue car as Heather had put it. As he looked around the store he couldn’t help but notice that the cashier was snatching quick looks at him. He looked to be around Matthew’s real age. Matthew grabbed the food and brought it to the checkout. He awkwardly reached into his new handbag and pulled out some money that he had been given.

“Uh… Just this food. And… the gas on the pump over there.”

He motioned towards the blue car.

“Thank you… Ma’am. Here’s your change. Would… you like anything… else?”

Matthew felt a bit creeped out by how the cashier was acting but then he remembered what it was like to be in his shoes. He felt like giving him something to remember. Matthew lent forward towards the cashier, making sure to have his cleavage on full display. He slowly grabbed the change from the cashier’s hand, making sure to instigate as much skin on skin contact as possible. He gave the cashier a slight smile and turned around. As he walked away he made sure to sway his hips. Upon returning to the car, they set off again as a family. After a few hours they finally arrived at their cabin. It was a quaint little wooden structure with a nice pier going out into the river. It was still light out but it probably wouldn’t be for much longer, Heather had advised them so.

“Kids, you might want to change into your bathers now if you want to get a swim in today.”

Matthew went around to the back of the car in order to pick up his suitcase but Peter was already there, trying to juggle three. He tried to do a mock bow.

“The sacrifices I make for my ladyship.”

Laughing, Matthew moved towards him and grabbed a bag, his own. Peter made another wisecrack.

“Thank you for lightening my burden fair maiden.”

They walked inside together. The cabin contained five rooms. A bathroom, three bedrooms and a living area. Surprisingly it had power and running water. Matthew walked into the room he claimed as his own and set his suitcase down. Both of them had agreed to go out to the pier so he began to get changed. He picked out a black bikini and blue cap. It was his first bra like piece of clothing that he had worn. At first it felt a bit uncomfortable but as time went on it became snugger. He headed outside and met Peter who was pulling along an esky. They walked out to the pier together. Matthew reached into the esky and pulled out a beer. As he walked he began to twirl strands of his hair around in his finger.

“I guess I am old enough to drink the hard stuff now, hey little bro?”

He nudged Peter with his elbow. Peter looked down to him.

“You enjoying it in there? I saw what you did to the cashier.”

Matthews’s cheeks flushed with red.

“Don’t worry I did something similar as her once. It can be fun to be a tease sometimes.”

They both laughed. They set the esky down at the pier where two old wooden deck chairs were conveniently waiting. Matthew took a seat and began to sip on his beer. He looked down at his slim body. Even though he was now a female, he still oddly felt attracted to it. Peter was sitting down next to him drinking a soft drink. He was wearing board shorts and a t-shirt. The river was currently quiet, it seemed everyone else had already packed up for the night.

“Do you know what the real Stephanie is up to?”

“Knowing her probably partying with her boyfriend or something. When we were kids she used to enjoy coming up here but as she got older she slowly drifted away. I myself enjoy it quite a bit. Just floating out in the water is quite relaxing.”

“Have you ever become anyone other than your sister?”

“Yeah, we have had some fun with it in the past. Sometimes she would smuggle me into a nightclub and we would get drunk or sometimes I would take her to a waterpark as a younger person.”

“We should try using it sometime.”

“Yeah that could be fun.”

Matthew’s beer can was empty. He did not even realise that he had already skulled one entire can.

“I think I’ll get another beer.”

“I could do with another drink as well.”

Matthew placed his now empty can down next to his chair and stood up with Peter. As he began to walk towards the esky Peter swiftly pushed him into the river. He let out a high pitched scream as the icy water enveloped his body. When he surfaced, he grabbed his hat and slapped it on over his now wet hair which was sticking to his neck. Peter was standing on the edge and laughing.

“You bastard!”

Matthew leapt forward and pulled Peter into the water. He yelled as he plummeted downwards. They were both soaking wet. Laughing, they began to splash water in each other’s faces. After a while they both exhaustedly pulled themselves back to the shore. As Matthew laughed at the events that just transpired, he felt his breasts jiggling on his chest. They dried themselves off and retreated back to the warmth of the cabin. Inside a takeaway chicken and some chips were waiting for them. Heather had already had her fill and was busy watching television.

“I heard you two screaming out there. Glad you had some fun.”

They both began to dig into their dinner, pecking away at it ravenously. Once they were finished they sat up and watched some television before heading to bed. Matthew changed out of his swimwear and into a nightgown. Once he slid into bed he browsed Facebook on his phone. He saw that Peter was tagged in a post. He opened it. Heather had taken photos of him and Stephanie playing in the water. Matthew grinned. At least he had some photos to remember this by.
Down by the River: Part Two (TG/AP)
Part One: canondigit.deviantart.com/art/…

Part Three:

You are probably wondering why this part did not contain some kind of erotic content. I wanted to try and write a story where the change doesn't exist to facilitate erotic content but instead an actual story with real characters. This story will feature erotic content sprinkled through out but not every part will be saturated in it.
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