Anthony's Top Tier Story Reward (The Polaroid)

Thank you for you're continued support Anthony. I hope you enjoy the following story. I'm not going to get on a write the next two reward stories :)

The Polaroid

With the bus pulling away, I reach down between my legs and unzipped my bag. Searching for some spare batteries, I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d just happen to walk past that yard sale on my way back from work. I wasn’t expecting them to have anything of interest, let alone a Polaroid camera.

Clutching at the batteries I’d fished from my bag, I flip over the camera and find the battery compartment.

“Please work,” I mutter as I take the battery cover off.

With the bus ride bouncing me, I manage to get the batteries into the camera without dropping them. Then, with suspense raising my heart rate, I press the power button in hopes it still works.

“Amaaazing!” I sing out, as the camera buzzes and indicator lights flash on. “Looks like I’ve got ten shots left too!”

The next few minutes I spend cleaning the camera. I wanted to test it out, but the bus journey home wasn’t the most photogenic. I mean, what was I going to take a picture of…the gum on the back of the seat in front?

As the bus pulls into the stop before my mine, I build up the confidence to ask the beautiful young woman sitting in front of me if she’s allow me to take a test picture. She was an absolute stunner. The looks of a supermodel, with long blonde hair, supple curves, and a cute face to match.

“Excuse me..?” I say nervously. “Can I you do me a favour?”

Slowly turning around, she flicks her hair and gives me an curious look

“What is it?” she asks with slight annoyance in her voice

Feeling the discomfort of the situation, I hold the camera up and smile.

“I’ve just brought this second hand camera,” I say showing it to her. “I was really hoping that you’d let me test it by… taking your picture?”

Looking down at my dusty old camera, she looks back up again and smiles

“Yeah sure!” she grins before putting giving me a peace sign with one hand.

“Thank you!” I say as I frame her shot and press the shoot button.

With the flash of the camera causing her to close her eyes, she wipes her face.

“There you go!” she says, before turning back in her seat.

Please that such a stunning woman had let me even take her picture, I couldn’t wait to see it develop!

Shaking the picture to help it develop, I watch as the picture comes to life in front of me.

“Cool,” I say, as I watch the picture of the beautiful woman appear in front of me. “The bloody thing still works.

“Next time I will charge you!” the pretty girl in front says sarcasticly, without turning around.

“Thanks, I’m just happy to see it works!” I reply to her.

Looking down at the photo, I smile.

“And those guys at the yard sale warned me not to buy this!” I laugh as I stare down at the picture. “They clearly didn’t want to sell this to me. Well, It’s mine now!”

With the bus pulling into my stop, I exit with a smile across my face. I was super happy with my purchase, and I couldn’t wait to get home to mess about with it further.

As I enter my studio apartment, I’m greeted by the emptiness of my home. Right now, that didn’t bother me. I rush over to the table and throw my bag down. Putting the camera and the photo down, I instantly spot something strange.

“What the?” I question confused. “Whats happened to this photo?”

Holding it up, I find the polaroid has faded. It’s almost like I’ve dropped it into bleach.

“That’s really weird,” I comment, as I throw the picture down. “Maybe this thing is busted?”

With clear issues with my purchase, I lose all enthusiasm to play with it further. Feeling unusually tired from work, I decide it’s time to hit the hay.

“Why am I so tired?” I ask, with a long yawn.

With my head hitting the pillow, my eyes lids heavy.

The next thing I know, a beam of bright sunlight is streaming into my eyes. With a huff and a sigh, I rollover. That’s when it feels like someones attached a bird's nest to my head.

“What is this?” I groan as I fight with the hairs covering my vision.

With clumps of long hair in each hand, I sit bolt upright in the bed. Looking at both hands, they are full of glossy blonde hair.

“What the hell!?” I cry out, with a high-pitched whine.

With a cough and a splutter, I try to clear my throat. I had no idea why I felt so rough. The last thing I remember is coming home. I didn’t drink!”

Looking down at myself, I could see I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Only, they no longer really fitted me. Lifting my arms up, the sleeves of my shirt reached past my hands.

Getting up off the bed, I soon realize that my pants don’t fit either. For some reason, my backside barely fits in them anymore. I can feel it pushing against the material like it wanted to bust out!

“What the hell is going on?” I say, still surprised at how feminine my voice sounds.

Carefully walking over to the mirror, I stare confused at my reflection. The image staring back at me left me speechless!

The person staring back at me in the mirror was the very same girl I’d secretly pictured yesterday. There was no mistake. With every prod and poke at her face, It sank in, that the female reflection is mine!

As I look down into the neck of my baggy shirt, I see two perky large breasts hanging from my chest

“Holy Fuck!” I exclaim, as I quickly look away.

With confusion and panic setting in, I awkwardly make my way to the bathroom. With every step, came a bounce of my new boobs. It was very unsettling. They felt so heavy, hanging from my chest.

Reaching for the button on my pants, I fumble to get it open.

“Please be there!” I cry, as finally undo the button and allow my pants to fall around my ankles.

Cautiously putting a single hand into my boxers, I let out a shriek.

“It’s gone!” I scream, as I feel the sensitive lips of a vagina that is not mine.

Almost fainting, I manage to get myself out of the bathroom. Stumbling over to the table, I hold myself up. Wondering what the hell is going on and why I’ve turned into a chick, I look up to see the photo I’d taken last night.

“What!?” I shout out, as I pick the photo up.

To my absolute surprise, the image has reappeared. Only this time, I’m in the picture and not the girl I’ve suddenly become.

Terrified, I look around wondering what to do. I had no idea who this girl is. I had no idea what to do! I don’t even have any clothes that will fit this body I find myself in!

Two Weeks Later

Quickly shoveling down the very last can of beans, I look at the clock and my anxiety peaks. Having been transformed into this woman, I lost my job. Not having any forms of ID that match my appearance, has left me desperate for money.

I had to make some money, otherwise, I’m out on the street. I’d manage to persuade my landlord that I’m my own sister, but I’m pretty sure he wasn’t really listening. He just stared at my rack the entire time.

For the last two weeks, I’d been learning a lot. Being a woman is so very different from being a man. I’d manage to jump some big hurdles though. Going to the toilet, doing my hair and makeup and I even actually got some female clothing.

Still, I didn’t want to stay this way and I knew the camera had something to do with my transformation. The only issue, I didn’t know how to get it to work again. I’d hoped that taking photos of old pictures of me would transform me back. It didn’t!

I had to find my old body and take a picture again. I’m sure this woman is just as confused as I am! Still, I hope she doesn’t find out what I’m about to do with her body!

Standing awkwardly, my lingerie starts pinching at my side, I adjust my tits to compensate.

“I can’t believe women wear this stuff!” I groan as I look down at my body, dressed only in a matching set of black sexy underwear.

I’ve got to make some money! I’d spent the last of the cash in my house on the sexy underwear I’m wearing. I didn’t even have enough to buy a bus ticket back to where I saw her.

Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I hear a knock at the door. Trying not to full over in my heels, I swing open the door to my very first….client.

“You Cindy,” the gruff my grunts as he pushes past me.

“Y-yeah,” I nervously reply, as she struts into my flat and looks around the room.

With a smile on his face, He walks back towards me.

Even with my high heels on, the man towers over me. I can see his eyes wandering all over my body as he looks at me with lust. It was gross to see a man look at me this way.

“Your ad says oral for $30,” he grunts, holding dollar bills out in front of me.

With almost hate for those words being said about me, I just nod at him.

“Good,” he continues as he unbuttons his jeans and allows them to drop to the floor. “Get on your knees!”

As I watched him unveil his hairy limp cock, I felt so numb. I couldn’t believe it had come to this. Me standing here in women's underwear, about to give some random guy head for money!

As I hope he’d cleaned it before, he gets impatient.

“Whore,” he growls, placing hands onto my bare shoulders. Forcing me onto my knee’s he thrust his now semi-erect cock into my face.

“Well?” he moans, as I look up at him. “Suck me off.”

As I reluctantly take hold of him, memories of my own penis come flashing back. I missed it so much!

Having watched a lot of porn myself, I tried to think what the lady would do in this situation. Knowing I needed to excite him, I start to jerk him off slowly.

“Good girl!” he says, moaning as I rub his excited cock.

As he places his hands on the back of my head, I feel him move my face closer.

“I wanna fuck that pretty little mouth!” he says, as my eyes open wide at thought of putting his salty-smelling cock in my mouth.

With my male life flashing before my eyes, I slowly open my mouth. As the tip of his cock touches my lips, I knew I had to find my old body. I couldn’t live like this anymore!