When given pills to help with his aggression, a man finds himself changing more than his attitude.
Thursday, January 4th, 2018
Fuck you. And fuck you too, Dr. Swalley.
Friday, January 12th, 2018
This is the stupidest shit I’ve ever done, I swear to god.
Fine. Fine. For Kiera.
“You don’t talk much, Tony,” she says.
I mean, no shit. What’s there to talk about? I just get mad, okay? Who doesn’t? It’s all bullshit. Trying to keep ahead, listening to your coworker’s crap, all those fuckin’ people on the road that don’t know how to drive. …
Made for a soon-to-be released paid anthology of my TG stories. Please support me by buying one (or more!) of my stories: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AuthorMarkGraham
A young man finds himself changing into a perfect female lover for his friend.
Derek leaned forward on the edge of the couch cushion, his tongue between his teeth as he focused on the television in front of him. His fingers worked the controller he held in his hand and, on-screen, his character shouted as she kicked and punched.
“Man, Chun-Li is cheap,” Steven said.
“Fuck. You.” Derek answered. He glanced at his friend for a moment before unleashing a combo that brought Steven’s character down to a sliver of health. …
This story is a commission. The rough scenario (man to bird and singing on stage) is from the commissioner but I built a world around it to place it in. The universe it’s set in is mine.
A young man unwillingly changes in front of a crowd as he sings.
– My first bird TF!
The bar fell into a hush when she walked in. Conversations stopped in a wave around the entrance, rippling out until the entire place was silent. Kanye blared from the digital jukebox but you could hear a pin drop.
If she blushed, you couldn’t tell; her cheeks were hidden behind deep black fur. …
Re-posting the four stories from /r/gonewild separately.
Two young men visit an entirely different /r/gonewild subreddit and when one posts a random porn star’s photo as his own, he finds himself changing to match.
“Man, I don’t want to be looking at porn with you,” Mike said. “That’s just messed up.”
“Dude, I’m fucking telling you,” Don rumbled. The young man was large for his age, heavily muscled with a thick neck and a square jaw. His coach and nearly pissed himself signing the young man up to the football team. “She’s on there. I swear to fucking god.”
A man finds himself cursed by the bite of a rabid whooooooore!
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. On the best of days. All right. I’m not dumb. I just sometimes miss the obvious. I get distracted and sidetracked and my mind goes on its merry little way.
Today is one of those days.
Hi, hello. I’m Donald. I hate my name. I go by Don and that doesn’t help much. Neither does Don Juan because I can’t say it with a straight face. So, when I’m trying to be funny or sexy to girls, they just laugh. …
A young man grabs the wrong drink in a club and finds himself changing.
Loud music thumped repetitively throughout the club while lights flashed and spun and pulsed. The center of the club was full of couples and single people dancing and grinding against each other. Booths, couches and bar stools lined the walls. The DJ stood above all of them on a platform off to the side of the room, nodding and dancing in place while he adjusted settings on the large board in front of him.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Jeremy said. The young man was dressed in blue jeans and a plain black polo shirt. …
The sounds of the city’s nightlife greeted Robert as he stepped from his apartment complex. He stopped, eyes wide and watching as an increasingly small part of him worried about how he looked. He frowned at himself, unsure of why he’d be worried yet the feeling didn’t fade. A warm breeze caressed his soft, hairless cheek and he shivered in pleasure. Goosebumps rose from his arms and the young man hugged himself, hands rubbing against his arms.
An older gentleman walked by and Robert watched him pass. Behind the man, two young women walked, laughing and talking about a movie they’d just watched together. …
Karyn hummed to herself as she closed her apartment door. She wore a pair of old, white running shoes along with her bright pink scrubs. A light black jacket and small backpack completed her outfit. She walked down the hallway to the stairs, skipping steps gleefully until she reached the bottom. The sun lay low on the horizon, half-hidden behind the taller buildings downtown. Karyn raised her face to the sun with her eyes closed, smiling for no other reason than happiness at being outside.
The walk to the local bus stop was short and Karyn nearly danced the entire way. …
Senator O’Neal stepped lightly into the hallway, her luggage bumping along behind her. Paul stood to the side of the door. His hands were loose against his sides and his eyes roamed ceaselessly along the hallway. The young woman looked up at him and smiled.
“I’m ready!” she chirped and then turned to her right as Paul turned the opposite direction.
“Senator, the elevators are this way,” he told her.
“I knew that,” she answered. A pretty red blush crept up the senator’s cheeks. Her smile deepened and the faint hints of dimples appeared. Turning, she walked toward her aide and continued down the hallway while he followed behind her. …