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Josh sat on a bench in the park, enjoying the tranquility of the afternoon. The sun was warm, and the breeze gentle, a perfect day to relax. Little did he know that his life was about to take a dramatic turn. Without warning, a bolt of lightning crackled through the sky, striking Josh directly. Surprisingly, he felt nothing, and he brushed it off as a strange occurrence. Little did he know, that bolt of lightning would change everything. Weeks passed, and Josh began to notice subtle changes within himself. At first, it was easy to dismiss them as mere quirks of the body. But as time went on, the changes became more pronounced. One day, as he looked in the mirror, he gasped in shock. His features had softened, his body had filled out, and he now bore the appearance of a mature, busty woman with a curvaceous bottom. Confusion and fear gripped him as he tried to comprehend what was happening. As he grappled with his transformation, another revelation struck him. Along with his new

Once upon a time in the small college town of Crestwood, there lived a brilliant and ambitious young woman named Cassidy. Cassidy was a dedicated student, known for her sharp mind and a penchant for scientific innovation. She had always been captivated by the complexities of the human mind and was determined to unravel its secrets. Late one fateful night, as Cassidy toiled away in the dimly lit college lab, she was hunched over her special project. This project was her life's work, a ray gun that could swap a person's personality, traits, and skills. She believed that this invention could unlock new horizons of understanding about the human psyche and potentially aid in therapeutic treatments. The lab was silent except for the faint hum of the equipment and the rhythmic tapping of Cassidy's fingers on her keyboard. Her intense focus was unwavering as she put the finishing touches on her invention. With a sense of triumph, she gazed at the sleek, metallic device. It gleamed with

Mike (Before) Daniel (Before) Mike Smith and Daniel Johnson, two college students who were known throughout their school for their mischievous antics and unbreakable friendship, found themselves in an unusual situation one fateful afternoon. The school's PA system blared, "Mike Smith and Daniel Johnson, please report to the principal's office." Their names echoed through the hallways, drawing curious glances from their fellow students. Mike and Daniel couldn't help but exchange mischievous grins as they gathered their belongings and made their way to the principal's office. As they stepped into the office, expecting to be met with stern faces and lectures, they were met with an eerie emptiness. The office was deserted, and the door swung shut behind them with a click. Panic washed over their faces as they tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. They were trapped. "What the heck is going on?" Daniel exclaimed, his voice tinged with fear. Mike tried to remain calm. "I

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing right now. I told my boy Antoine to spend the night at that queer-looking men’s clothing store called Prep Inc. and bring back proof of what he stole from there and he ended up coming out of there looking like one of those losers! I mean, he was basically dressed head-to-toe in those faggy-ass tight clothes that my momma and grandmamma wanted me to wear and be seen as a real man. Even his underwear got replaced with some white underclothes that were too conservative. Since that dare I made him go through, it’s like he doesn’t even remember me anymore as all the teachers showed him extra love with him getting good grades and he doesn’t even recognize his old name- him going by Alyn or something like that. But what made me pissed off was that he came out as a fucking fairy to the whole school as the principal thought it would be good for everyone to promote that faggot propaganda and all that. I was livid, man, and Antoine- or Alyn or whatever- is now someone that I want to fuck over or put in the grave. But the person behind it all was more than likely responsible for making this mess happened. Yeah, I was the man who dared my homeboy to go through with this. Now it was time for me to make this right once and for all. It was efficient enough for me when Alyn invited me to go over to Prep Inc. so he can show me the clothes that he wanted me to try. I said that I would consider it, maybe give it a chance. But my main goal was to find the dirty bastard who put this curse on my homeboy, shoot him in the head, and reverse whatever hoo-doo or voodoo that my boy is under. If all else fails, I’d have no problem putting Antoine down and risking jail time or the electric chair if it meant saving my friend’s life. But little did I know was that fate had a way of changing the game and the people who wanted to play around with it. ************* “It’s super nifty for you to come along with me to my after-school job, Demarcus,” Alyn (Antoine) chirped as we made our way to the gentleman’s clothing store off of Maple Avenue across from the local rib-shack. “Mr. Lindsay’s been asking me about you and I’ve been telling him that I’d try to get you to come.” I huffed a breath. “Well, I’m only doing this for you because I felt like I ow you one,” I replied dourly as we passed the hair salon. “And I want to see this Lindsay man and talk to him myself.” So I can put a bullet through his head and break this hex he put over you, I thought to myself. “Trust me, friend. A few minutes with Mr. Lindsay and he’ll make you into a real man who’s ready to make a change,” Alyn said too cheerfully as we finally arrived at the spacious store. Once we stepped inside, I felt my body being covered by some strange wave of cold air as I took in the store and saw all these preppy-looking clothes that only white people who respected Trump and belong in college. None of my boys would ever be caught dead in their store even if Satan himself paid them to come here. I don’t blame them. I just want to confront my boy’s boss, shoot him dead, and get my friend out of here or at least put him out of his misery. I’m a thug for life. “Ah, Mr. Ellington,” came a smooth and domineering voice. “I’ve been expecting you. And this must be your friend Mr. Anderson.” My friend and I whirled around to see a powerful-looking white man who looked as if he reminded me of my granddad if it wasn’t for his athletic build and his tight all-black ensemble. The name tag on his shirt read Mr. Archer Lindsay, my mind telling me that he is the one who made my homeboy into his clone. No matter, it was going to end today. “You must be my homeboy’s boss,” I said crisply, shaking his hand. “ And yeah, I’m Demarcus Ty’Ray Anderson, the king of South Candler High School.” The man gave me a sharp look. “So I can tell,” he said flippantly before turning to Alyn. “I’ll need you in restocking since some new dress pants have just came in, son. Plus, you and I need to talk about your future.” Alyn nodded. “I’ll get right on it, sir,” he said before taking his leave as Mr. Lindsay and I were left to ourselves. Once he was out of earshot, it was my turn to speak. “Listen, man,” I said. “I don’t know what kind of magic that you got going on, but you just turn my slacker buddy into some “Get Out” kind of bootlicker. And I ain’t down with that. You gotta let him go or whatever or both of y’all are going to be in the parlor of Jackson Funeral Home down the street.” “Ah, but I didn’t do anything to Alyn, Mr. Anderson,” the dude said, giving me a sneer. “He came out of his own volition, just like you did today.” “Well, he’s coming back to me whether by his choice alive or in a body bag by force,” I rebutted. “Turn my homeboy back to normal, or you and Antoine are going to…going…” I suddenly felt a bright light crash over me as I was gradually paralyzed. What the hell was going on? I heard the man’s voice tsk in disdain. “I can see why Alyn was in need of an extreme makeover when he first came,” he said, his voice now powerful and god-like. “You are one impure soul that needs to be cleansed of all the toxic viewpoints and gang-related activities.” I couldn’t speak, my voice suddenly disappearing as the guns in my jean and coat pockets disappearing alongside my usual weapons. What’s he doing to me?! “Alyn is destined for greater things, Mr. Anderson,” the man said as I saw him leer at me, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter with power. “I won’t allow you to be some detriment against my regime. But lucky for you, you’re going to be a part of it as Alyn’s new best friend.” Like hell I was! “Oh, yes,” Mr. Lindsay said as he came closer and closer to me. “You may be a bit high-strung and all, but all it takes is some polish and a new makeover to…make you into a true gentlemen.” The last thing I remembered was the sound of fingers snapping before my eyes were closed. ************ The light began to fill the store as if I was soon covered in a blanket of warmth- like a giant hug from my momma. My old clothes were swiftly dissolved as I was now naked yet still not feeling cold. A pair of form-fitting deep-green briefs soon covered my genitals and butt with the waistband nearly at the belly-button while all my body hair was soon erased alongside the tattoos that I kept hidden from my folks. A matching crewneck t-shirt soon covered my now-athletic body while the socks soon covered my bare feet. “Such a good boy,” I heard Lindsay croon seductively, a hand now gently caressing my erection. “You’re going to be perfect for my brotherhood. Let’s get you dressed properly.” I soon felt a pair of brown dress pants being placed on me before a form-fitting white-dress shirt soon followed that was tucked in properly as a dress tie soon wrapped around my neck in a perfect Windsor knot. My dreadlock hairstyle was soon replaced by a cropped haircut as it was perfectly styled with hair gel and the lines perfectly arranged. A stylish watch and a pair of contemporary-looking eyeglasses completed the look. “Excellent,” I heard Mr. Lindsay purr in my head. “Now, one final thing is needed. The Gentleman’s Manifesto, a reminder that your old life is no more. Listen well.” You are a true gentleman, a proud representative for all the future male shoppers of Prep Inc. You do not listen to trashy music that promotes drugs, debases women, or disrespects your authority. You help your family whenever the time requires. You help the elderly with what needs to be done. You do your homework and study for your chances of a brighter future to be considered. You never swear, drink alcohol since you’re underage, or even do any drugs. You obey your parents and the older generations to the maximum. You do not hang around youths that promote anything that Prep Inc. boys stand against. But most of all, you are the perfect future husband for one of the older gentlemen- the members of the Sons of Masculinity. “You are a good boy, son,” Mr. Lindsay intoned gently into my ear. “Wake up. Let go of you old life as Demarcus and embrace your identity as…Dominic.” ********** Gee wilikers! I opened my eyes with a start, never feeling more like a happy boss than I was now that my best friend Alyn introduced me to his boss Mr. Lindsay, who is now my boss! And with the both of us heading to Morehouse to study law and being prepared to find suitable husbands, it’s all the more reason to start working as models and fellow employees at Prep Inc. Speak of the angel, my best friend Alyn comes back with a wide smile on his face. “Ready for an afternoon of hard work, friend-a-rino?!” he says. “You bet,” I replied happily as we headed to the cash registers to begin our jobs for the afternoon. As soon as reached my station, I thought I saw a few of those rough-faced fellows from South Candler High, a young woman among them as she looked horrified to see me. She let out a shriek alongside everyone before they scurried away. “Shameful,” I heard Mr. Lindsay say. “That young woman needs to dress accordingly. And her male friends are no better. Do either of you know them?” I turned to Alyn, shame on our faces before we faced them. “Used to be our friends before we…well, you know how things are when priorities are rearranged,” I answered. “And the girl was my ex named Hilary.” “Poor dear,” Mr. Lindsay said. “I wish we could show her and the others that it’s not bad to be a part of the preppy world,” Alyn hums before a male customer arrives to make his purchases. “And I wish that Hilary could be a part of it as well.” Mr. Lindsay hummed. “That’s not a bad idea,” he mused. “Don’t worry, boys. Just give them time to adapt. Good things come to those who wait.” I smiled brightly, knowing that I was grateful for Mr. Lindsay for turning me from some gun-toting hoodlum who was one step away from the graveyard or prison into a well-respected guy who was eagerly waiting for Mr. Right yet working hard to earn money for college. And with Alyn by my side, we were ready for a new chapter in our lives! ******************** A/N: Coming soon, "The Gentleman's Store" series will have its first FTM TG/TF preppification story featuring Demarcus/Dominic's ex-girlfriend Hilary. Story will be released before New Year's Eve alongside "Ebony Pool Boy (FTM TG/TF race change one-shot). A/N #2: I will be launching a new weblog featuring my special stories (preppification, straight-to-gay, nerd-to-jock, FTM TG/TF) that will be launched on New Year's Day. Visit my weblog and make sure to stay tuned for new content coming to my Deviatnart page! Link to my splash page/weblog: https://www.jdesblackdiamondsuite.wordpress.com

Max had always been a guy who faced life's challenges head-on. However, when he found himself in a tight spot, desperately in need of a job, he never imagined that his path would lead him to Victoria's Secret. Fate, it seemed, had a quirky sense of humor. One gloomy afternoon, after countless unsuccessful job interviews, Max received an unexpected call. It was Victoria's Secret, offering him a position. Max was stunned; he hadn't expected to be hired at a lingerie store, given his limited knowledge of women's fashion. Nevertheless, he accepted the job with gratitude. Max soon found himself surrounded by lace, satin, and silk. The store was a maze of bras, panties, and fragrances he couldn't even pronounce. His co-workers were all experts in the world of women's intimate apparel, and Max felt like a fish out of water. One day, while Max was trying to fold a lacy bralette without tangling the delicate straps, his co-worker Hannah took pity on him. She was a seasoned employee with a

Dan seethed with anger as he watched the staff at the bustling theme park grant special privileges to a pregnant lady who had cut ahead of him in line. His frustration peaked as he muttered some disparaging words under his breath. "Unbelievable," he thought to himself, feeling a potent mixture of irritation and injustice. He couldn't fathom why this woman was getting preferential treatment when he had been waiting patiently for what felt like an eternity. Infuriated, Dan couldn't hold back any longer and resorted to calling her a "disgusting fat cow." His comment reverberated through the air, and he could feel the eyes of other visitors upon him. After a few moments of heated exchange with the woman, Dan, in a fit of anger, decided to storm off in search of a different attraction where he could escape the mounting annoyance. But his escape was cut short by a bizarre and unsettling sensation. As he walked away from the line, an inexplicable warmth began to tingle at his lower back

Joseph was a teenager who was known to be a trouble maker among his classmates and teachers. He was always getting into trouble and causing problems for others. One day he was walking to school and he found some papers on the ground. He picked them up and he noticed that the papers were for a new kindergarten teacher. His mind immediately started thinking about how he could mess with the teachers plan. He thought it would be funny to change some things. But as he read the papers, he slowly started to transform into the new teacher. The transformation for Joseph was slow but it was constant. He could feel himself changing physically and mentally. The process for him was painful and uncomfortable. He could feel himself becoming more feminine and more adult. His body was changing and he was feeling more like an adult woman. He was becoming more patient and more kind and he slowly started to notice that he was acting more like the kindergarten teacher that he was changing into. The