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  Adam sat at his desk nervously waiting. His teacher went row by row handing out the grades. He could hear Mr. Müller speaking to the students as they got their grades, “Nice job. Well done. Perfection as usual Gray.” Mr. Müller approached Adam, “Your mother is not going to be happy with this one. That makes three F’s.” Adam was screwed.

  Later that day, as Adam arrived at home, his step-mother, Jennifer, was waiting at the door for him, “Adam! I can’t believe you failed another test! That’s three in a row!”
  “Jennifer, please. I know you’re angry but can we please just talk about it.”
  “Talk about it? Talk about it! We are way beyond talking about it!” Her hands started to glow pink, “You promised me that you would work extra hard if I let you go to this prestigious college. I trusted you. But if you just want to act like a dumb bimbo in class why don’t you just become one.” A pink blast emitted from Adam’s mom and he instantly froze in place.
  “Jennifer what’s happening? I can’t move.”
  “I know honey just hold on I’m going to make some changes for the better.
  “What?!”
  Jennifer walked over to where he stood and circled him like a shark, inspecting her son. She placed her hand on his head and started pushing down. Adam started shrinking as a result. He went from 6’0 to 5’5 before his mom stopped pushing down. She then gripped on to his short brown hair and began to pull outward
  “Ow!” Adam yellped out in pain, “Jen that hurts!”
  Adam’s hair was drawn out with each pull she gave. She pulled it farther and farther until it lied across the small of his back. “I don’t think brown hair will suit your new personality very well.” She ran her hands over his hair, bleaching his hair blonde in the process. She took hold of his blonde hair and tied it up in a high ponytail.
  Jennifer then ran her fingers over his eyebrows, slimming them down. She then pushed his lips out and they stuck that way thicker and slightly puffy.
  “Jen please.”
  “That voice will not work for this.” Jennifer gripped onto his throat and squeezed, not enough to choke him but enough to cause his voice to crack.
  “Jennifer plEASE” His voice raises in pitch, “I’m begging YOu.” Again, “I’ll try harder.” His voice is light and airy.
  “That’s better. Oh wait I almost forgot, I need to see if these will fit.” Jennifer ran off to her bedroom and soon returned with a female’s school uniform. She put each piece onto his body, soon Adam stood there wearing a white polo, a plaid skirt, white stockings, and a pair of black heels. “Perfect.” She took his hands and massaged his shoulders, they shrank a decent amount. She then rubbed his arms which lost all muscle and left only a bit of fat. His mom then rubbed his belly letting the abs wash away into a light layer of fat, “No boy is going to want a muscley girl.” She moved on to his hips and pulled them out; they were now thick enough to bear triplets not that they would any time soon. She began rubbing his thighs causing them to fatten and stretch out the stockings. She grabbed his ass tightly and stretched it out until his new ass lifted the skirt up on its own. Adam moaned with pleasure. “Almost finished, just a few more touches.” She grabbed onto his chest and began massaging it. Pressure began to form on his chest as his pecs lost their toned shape. As she continued rubbing, filled his pecs causing them to grow outward.
  “What is happening to my pecs?” Adam questioned, fearing the worst.
  “You mean your breasts. Every good bimbo needs a nice chest.” Adam’s chest finally halted progress at EE cups. “Oh you’re mother gave you good genes.”
  “Why are they so sensitive?” Every single movement Adam made caused his tits to sway a bit and rub up against his top which turned him on.
  “Of course I can’t forget that girls don’t have these.” She pushed on Adam’s penis causing it to shrink.
  “No please!”
  She hushed him as she continued to push his penis inward until it was a vagina. “Good bimbo’s can’t please boys with penises now can they?”
  “Why do you keep calling me a bimbo?” Adam asked. She didn’t say a word she just grabbed onto Adam’s head and began to massage it. “Woah, that feels really weird.” A thick fog began to fall over Adam’s mind.
  “Everyone will remember you as a dumb bimbo who could never earn good grades the conventional way but always managed to get D’s. I’m making it so now that’s all you’ll ever remember.”
  “No you can’t… like do that!” The fog was setting in deeper as memories were slowly replaced. “Please I’m like begging you.” Gone were memories of playing sports with friends it was all shopping trips and spa days now. “I have to fight this. My name is Adam, I have played football all throughout high school, I have earned my 3.7 GPA, I have a girlfriend named Steph, I like video games and sports” The Fog continued to roll in. “My name is Adam, I have played football all throughout high school, I like earned my 3.7 GPA, I have a girlfriend named Steph, I like trips to the mall and manicures.” The fog erased more memories. “ My name is like Adam, I like played football for a year then quit, I totally earned my 3.3 GPA, I have a girlfriend named Stephie, I love trips to the mall and giving handjobs.”The fog was almost finished with his memories. “My name is like Addie, I wanted to be a cheerleader but my titties made it too hard, I love getting extra credit from my teachers, my bestie is Steph she like so hot I wish she was Bi like me, I love fucking boys and girls they’re all so hot!”
  “Good, I’m glad to hear it.” She said, “now make sure to go ask your teachers for more extra credit.”
  Addie skipped off to school to make sure to really show her teachers that she could really be a good student.

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Description
  Adam sat at his desk nervously waiting. His teacher went row by row handing out the grades. He could hear Mr. Müller speaking to the students as they got their grades, “Nice job. Well done. Perfection as usual Gray.” Mr. Müller approached Adam, “Your mother is not going to be happy with this one. That makes three F’s.” Adam was screwed.

  Later that day, as Adam arrived at home, his step-mother, Jennifer, was waiting at the door for him, “Adam! I can’t believe you failed another test! That’s three in a row!”
  “Jennifer, please. I know you’re angry but can we please just talk about it.”
  “Talk about it? Talk about it! We are way beyond talking about it!” Her hands started to glow pink, “You promised me that you would work extra hard if I let you go to this prestigious college. I trusted you. But if you just want to act like a dumb bimbo in class why don’t you just become one.” A pink blast emitted from Adam’s mom and he instantly froze in place.
  “Jennifer what’s happening? I can’t move.”
  “I know honey just hold on I’m going to make some changes for the better.
  “What?!”
  Jennifer walked over to where he stood and circled him like a shark, inspecting her son. She placed her hand on his head and started pushing down. Adam started shrinking as a result. He went from 6’0 to 5’5 before his mom stopped pushing down. She then gripped on to his short brown hair and began to pull outward
  “Ow!” Adam yellped out in pain, “Jen that hurts!”
  Adam’s hair was drawn out with each pull she gave. She pulled it farther and farther until it lied across the small of his back. “I don’t think brown hair will suit your new personality very well.” She ran her hands over his hair, bleaching his hair blonde in the process. She took hold of his blonde hair and tied it up in a high ponytail.
  Jennifer then ran her fingers over his eyebrows, slimming them down. She then pushed his lips out and they stuck that way thicker and slightly puffy.
  “Jen please.”
  “That voice will not work for this.” Jennifer gripped onto his throat and squeezed, not enough to choke him but enough to cause his voice to crack.
  “Jennifer plEASE” His voice raises in pitch, “I’m begging YOu.” Again, “I’ll try harder.” His voice is light and airy.
  “That’s better. Oh wait I almost forgot, I need to see if these will fit.” Jennifer ran off to her bedroom and soon returned with a female’s school uniform. She put each piece onto his body, soon Adam stood there wearing a white polo, a plaid skirt, white stockings, and a pair of black heels. “Perfect.” She took his hands and massaged his shoulders, they shrank a decent amount. She then rubbed his arms which lost all muscle and left only a bit of fat. His mom then rubbed his belly letting the abs wash away into a light layer of fat, “No boy is going to want a muscley girl.” She moved on to his hips and pulled them out; they were now thick enough to bear triplets not that they would any time soon. She began rubbing his thighs causing them to fatten and stretch out the stockings. She grabbed his ass tightly and stretched it out until his new ass lifted the skirt up on its own. Adam moaned with pleasure. “Almost finished, just a few more touches.” She grabbed onto his chest and began massaging it. Pressure began to form on his chest as his pecs lost their toned shape. As she continued rubbing, filled his pecs causing them to grow outward.
  “What is happening to my pecs?” Adam questioned, fearing the worst.
  “You mean your breasts. Every good bimbo needs a nice chest.” Adam’s chest finally halted progress at EE cups. “Oh you’re mother gave you good genes.”
  “Why are they so sensitive?” Every single movement Adam made caused his tits to sway a bit and rub up against his top which turned him on.
  “Of course I can’t forget that girls don’t have these.” She pushed on Adam’s penis causing it to shrink.
  “No please!”
  She hushed him as she continued to push his penis inward until it was a vagina. “Good bimbo’s can’t please boys with penises now can they?”
  “Why do you keep calling me a bimbo?” Adam asked. She didn’t say a word she just grabbed onto Adam’s head and began to massage it. “Woah, that feels really weird.” A thick fog began to fall over Adam’s mind.
  “Everyone will remember you as a dumb bimbo who could never earn good grades the conventional way but always managed to get D’s. I’m making it so now that’s all you’ll ever remember.”
  “No you can’t… like do that!” The fog was setting in deeper as memories were slowly replaced. “Please I’m like begging you.” Gone were memories of playing sports with friends it was all shopping trips and spa days now. “I have to fight this. My name is Adam, I have played football all throughout high school, I have earned my 3.7 GPA, I have a girlfriend named Steph, I like video games and sports” The Fog continued to roll in. “My name is Adam, I have played football all throughout high school, I like earned my 3.7 GPA, I have a girlfriend named Steph, I like trips to the mall and manicures.” The fog erased more memories. “ My name is like Adam, I like played football for a year then quit, I totally earned my 3.3 GPA, I have a girlfriend named Stephie, I love trips to the mall and giving handjobs.”The fog was almost finished with his memories. “My name is like Addie, I wanted to be a cheerleader but my titties made it too hard, I love getting extra credit from my teachers, my bestie is Steph she like so hot I wish she was Bi like me, I love fucking boys and girls they’re all so hot!”
  “Good, I’m glad to hear it.” She said, “now make sure to go ask your teachers for more extra credit.”
  Addie skipped off to school to make sure to really show her teachers that she could really be a good student.

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