Transformation fantasies are when a man has desires to morph into a woman, usually fairly quickly, like overnight, or shortly after taking some sort of magical pills. They wish to grow breasts in minutes, usually in front of another person. Imagine breasts growing and filling a cup so quickly as to see them enlarge before your eyes. Hair growing long, and luxurious, down to the waist in minutes, everything on fast forward.
The speed with which these fantasies progress always amazes me, it’s not a gradual process, it’s nearly at the snap of the fingers fast. One I spoke to a while ago wanted to turn into a woman, and have me turn into a man at the same time in front of each other, effectively switching places and then me becoming the male aggressor to his newly female form. I will caress his new soft, long hair, give him the silky feminine lingerie to slip on for my pleasure, and of course, I will fuck him in his brand new pussy he’s just dying to try out.
I’ve had ones call in lingerie, makeup and wigs, heels, the whole nine yards. No one knows what goes on behind closed doors quite like a phone sex operator, I’m convinced of it. The deepest, darkest fantasies we are a party to as soon as we pick up the phone. The stuff they would wait months, years, or decades to confess, if at all, to their wives and girlfriends, we are listening to minutes after our first contact with them, it is an unusual bond to say the very least.
