Bobby to Bobbie (nonconsensual gender transformation, male to female...NO FUTA!)
Story by cuteycindyhoney
This story contains no elements of Futanari!
It concerns the accidental non-consensual genetic transformation of a good looking young man, into a stunningly sexy and beautiful young woman.
Bobby Shay is a normal healthy good looking nineteen year old man from a normal family. Well, maybe not quite so normal. Bobby’s big sister Wendy is a genius the likes of which the world hasn’t seen since Leonardo Da Vinci. Only Bobby, his mother, and Bobby’s childhood buddy Alan know her secret. Wendy hides her light under the bushel of being a bubbly busty blonde centerfold model. This is Bobby’s story though. His world gets turned upside down when he and Alan sneak into Wendy’s laboratory for a peek at her latest top secret project. Something happens to Bobby that even causes his best friend to stop ogling the abundant assets of Wendy and her mother! Will Bobby’s life ever return to normal? Will his deep friendship with Alan survive, or evolve into something far stronger? Can Bromance change into...Romance?
Part 01
Bobby to Bobbie
Part 01
By Honey Moon
Bobby Shay glared at his best friend Alan McAllister’s reflection in the mirror as he combed his hair very carefully. “If even one picture of me dressed like this shows up on the Internet, I swear I’ll kill you!”
Alan couldn’t help grinning. “Bob, this was your idea, remember? Besides, if anyone saw us now they’d think we were some kind of gay couple. There’s no way I’m risking that! I have the ladies to think about, after all!”
“What ladies? You never have the nerve to ask anyone out!” Bobby sighed and once again gave the hem of his little black skirt a tug. He was one to talk! Being a nineteen year old virgin sucked! He pulled at the skirt again. “Jeez! How can Wendy wear such short skirts, anyway?”
“Don’t diss the skirt!” Alan sighed, completely ignoring his friend’s comments about dating habits. “Wendy looks damn hot in that thing! Her ass works that skirt just right!”
“Shit! Don’t be disgusting! You’re talking about my big sister!” He sighed again. “Forget it. Let’s get a move on!”
Bobby headed down the stairs, Alan following close on his high-heels. They both froze when a voice called out from the kitchen. “Oh sweetie, I thought you were taking some time off. Didn’t you say you closed down your laboratory for the weekend?”
Fumbling nervously, Bobby managed to key the mini voice recorder he was carrying. “Sorry mom!” the edited recording played. “I’ve had a breakthrough! See you later!”
“Okay Honey! You drive carefully. I’ll see you in the morning!”
“I can’t believe that worked!” Alan whispered as they slipped out the door into the cool night air.
Bobby grinned. “I told you it would!” He made a slight adjustment to the foam rubber stuffed bra he was wearing beneath a snug fitting pink blouse. “Just this once I’m glad I look so much like Wendy!”
“Well, at a distance, anyway.” Alan looked at his friend’s legs and nearly bust his guts trying to hold back his laughter. “You’re even wearing her stockings too? Damn dude, I thought it was weird enough that you depilated your legs! This is too much!”
“Oh shut the hell up!” Bobby felt his face grow warm. “You know damn well I only depilated to better my times at the swim club tryouts!” His face grew red. He didn’t dare mention that due to his accidentally checking off the wrong box on a medical form, the debilitation took care of his entire body, or that the treatment was permanent! Aside from eyebrows, eyelashes, and the hair on his scalp, he was baby smooth all over. Bobby would never even have to shave his face for the rest of his life! How would he live that down? “I told you the plan! I have to wear everything Wendy wore today! Is it my fault she wore pantyhose?”
“Being Mr. Clean didn’t even come into play. You could have been as hairy as an ape and still outdistanced those other losers!” Alan stopped dead in his tracks. “Dude, what else are you wearing? I mean, what’s the underwear situation?”
“Knock it the fuck off already! I couldn’t wear my briefs with panty hose over them! It would have been too gay!” As if this wasn’t already! To cover his nervousness, he fumbled in his sister’s purse for her car keys. “You know the only chance we have of this working is if I dress exactly the way she did today! I know you’re supposed to wear them by themselves, but I felt too insecure going commando under the pantyhose. I, well, I had to go back and swipe a pair of Wendy’s panties from the laundry hamper too. They, uh, match the bra.”
“Oh shit!” Alan sighed. “Dammit Bobby, you should have let me sniff them first before you rubbed your junk all over them!”
“That’s just sick! Knock it off or I go alone!”
“Okay already!” Alan smiled. “There’s no way
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