Party Girl Punishment - Reality Ring

 You were always a bit of a reclusive guy. Not one for social outings, you preferred the quiet of your own room, in your parent’s basement. You didn’t have many friends growing up, but that was alright, friends came with responsibilities and obligations to show up and go out, which you didn’t like. Your favored activities did not require any friends anyways, playing video games, single player of course, and assembling miniatures of cars, boats and planes. Your parents thought it was all a bit childish, but you didn’t really care, as long as it kept you entertained.

All the way through high school you made it without any friends. You powered through the school day, focusing on the courses and doing homework in your free time. You ended up getting very good grades and were quickly labelled as a nerd and a geek by the other groups, even though you didn’t quite fit in with them either. You were often bullied, but you kept your head down and avoided confrontation, resolute on keeping to yourself as much as possible.

But now you were in College and a new problem started to rise. You were starting to feel… urges, towards your feminine classmates. More and more you caught yourself peeking quick glances on breasts with cleavage or admiring a butt’s curvature as one of the girls sat down. You were not good with social interactions, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to have a friendly chat with other guys, let alone girls. Whenever someone approached you and tried to make conversation, you simply responded awkwardly and concisely as much as possible, until the person gave up and went away.

And so, rather than build yourself up to be a more sociable person, you did the opposite, and reclused yourself further. You made it into kind of a game. Sneaking a peek as often as possible without getting noticed, installing yourself at the back of the room so you could almost stare as openly as you wanted, while making sure no one noticed of course. Then at night you would look up the girl’s name you had memorized online, look at their social media pages, which were set to public more often than not, and masturbated. It felt so good and didn’t hurt anyone. As long as they didn’t know, you weren’t doing anything wrong, right?

Over time you made your game more and more intense. Pretending on playing with your smartphone while taking a silent, discreet picture of a girl’s ass that looked particularly curvy in tight jeans. Dropping your books in the hallway and brushing your hands against a girl’s boobs, if you were lucky enough that one bent down to help you, and not some jacked up douche. Sneaking out at night and taking long and slow walks by the girl’s dorm, glancing through windows to see if you were lucking enough to see one of them in the middle of changing. Again, you were oblivious to how any of that could be viewed as harmful or negative. Plenty of girls posted pictures of themselves naked online for other’s approval, and you were admiring their beauty, so this was more of a compliment than anything else, logically.

One particularly interesting group were the cheerleaders. So beautiful, always sporting perfect make up, not afraid to show off their curves in tight sexy clothing, you had quite a thing for them. You often attended the football or basketball games to get to look at their routines, trying to catch a glimpse of their panties underneath their skirts, hoping for a wardrobe malfunction during one of their more extreme routines. This little addiction was becoming more and more obsessive, until one day you snapped under the pressure. You had to get a look at those beautiful feminine bodies. You had heard about what went on in the locker rooms. Open showers, changing ladies, this was your best, no, your only option. You had to sneak inside.

So, one day, a few minutes before the girls came back from a cheer practice, you snuck in carefully into the room, making sure none of them had returned early. You then picked a locker that was empty, but also had a great view of the room and slipped in. With your short and lanky build, you had no issues closing the door behind you. Unfortunately, you did not have a view on the showers, those were in a separate part of the room, but there wasn’t much you could do about that, as there were no lockers for you to hid in there. You had only a few minutes to way before the sound of chatter started rising from a distance, and then they arrived in all their feminine glory.

There was Stacy, the short but curvy brunette. Valerie, the wild redhead. Tina, the muscular but somehow still feminine black girl. But your gaze was centered on the one in the middle of them all. Jennifer, the team captain, tall but not too tall, blonde hair shimmering, breasts jiggling slightly despite her sports bra as she walked, voice like an angel’s echoing throughout the room. You were transfixed by her, your cock already straining against your pants from the thought that in just a few moments you would be gazing upon these wonderful beauties naked, or at least in their underwear.

The moment had finally come. Stacy removed her top, revealing the seemingly huge breasts beneath, even enclosed in her sports bra. You could only gasp in wonder at their sight. Gasp a little too loudly. You held your breath, terrified at the thought of being caught. You thought you saw Jennifer glance your way, but it must have been your paranoid imagination because she did not call you out, and the show went on.

And boy was it a show. The girls kept on getting changed. Fully undressing from their tight sports clothes revealing the bodies of goddesses. It took all your will power not take out your dick and masturbate right there, and even not making any sounds was a hard task. Instead you focused and taking as many mental pictures as you could, for later use tonight alone in your bed. Then, when it seemed this had barely begun, the girls were all dressed in their regular clothes again and heading out the door. The event had been short, but still quite intense for you. You were satisfied with the result, confident that tonight would be one of your greatest spanks in a long time. That's when you heard Jennifer shout out to the others.

"You guys go on ahead, I forgot something in my locker, I'll be right there."

Jennifer came back into your view, heading towards her locker. You dared not move, dared not make a sound for fear of revealing yourself. She opened her locker, retrieved a shiny object from her bag, slipped what seemed like a ring on her index finger, and closed her locker. Then, instead of going back to the exit, she turned straight towards your hiding spot, and started walking towards you. A pang of fear ran through you.

You had been found! Quickly you ran through excuses in your head, reasons for you to be there. But all of them were unconvincing. Bracing yourself, you watched as Jennifer opened the door to your locker, an almost predatory smile on her face

"Well well, who do we have here? If it isn't mister Stalker himself."

You hesitated, not sure how to respond. And so, you simply stood there, silent under her stern gaze.

"Now did you think you were being subtle were you? And all the other times you were sneaking peaks at us girls you thought we didn't notice? We did, but we didn't make a fuss, because you weren't taking it too far. But now you did, and you'll have to be punished. But first I'll need to know what you have been up to, and how much of a stalker you really are." She then raised her index towards you, bringing an ornate ring right into your view. "Honest. We'll keep this one on, I think this could have interesting results. Now tell, how far along do your perversions go?"

You felt a new desire rising, a desire to tell the truth. What was the point of lying, people always found out what was real eventually, why not tell the truth now and get it over with, deal with the consequences and move on? And so, you spoke up.

"Not far along really, snapped a few pictures here and there, glanced through dorm windows in hopes of seeing girls naked, masturbated to Facebook profiles, yours more than most by the way. But it's all harmless, right? Anyways I can't help it, you girls are just too beautiful."

Jennifer looked shocked.

"Wow. I knew you were a little pervert, but I never thought it would be this bad! And this locker room thing was it the first time? Or the last?"

"Oh it was the first time, but not the last. This was way too much of a turn on. If I could have jacked myself off, I would have done it right there. You don't seem to understand how absolutely beautiful you girls are."

Now it was anger that seemed spread through her expression. She raised her hand once more.

"I wasn't going to take this very far, adjust your attitude a bit, but now you are in for a proper punishment. If you like the female figure so much, I think you should get to see it every day. In the mirror. Girl."

And as she said it, so you were. The changes overcame you like a wave. Your hair flew down past your shoulders, face reforming, presenting more delicate features. Small breasts blossoming out, immediately enclosed in a bra you now felt beneath your shirt. Hips pushing out, jeans reforming to a feminine cut, panties nestled in your flat crotch and slightly riding up your enlarged ass. You gaped in shock at your new form, too surprised to even feel at your new boobs. You stared up at her, eyes full of questions.

"You see I am a powerful witch, and with a single word I can rewrite someone's reality completely. Not only are you a girl now, but you always have been. Of course your old memories are still intact, but you will find alongside them a new set, of you wearing dresses, as your breasts coming in when you were a young teen, your first period."

As you looked back in your mind you could see that what she said was true. Your old memories were still there, but you had new ones in parallel with them, of you growing up as girl.

"Now if you try to run away, yell, or attack me, I can make you into a baby, or a cute puppy, so hold still, I still have a few changes to do before we are done here. Yes, you are now a girl, but I think you would appreciate your female form even more if it was even more defined, am I right? Now I think you would have more fun looking at yourself in the mirror if you were Busty."

Your breasts surged forward, growing in one go, your bra changing to accommodate their new size. This time you couldn't help grabbing them with both your hands, feeling the unfamiliar masses of soft flesh now protruding on your chest.

"Hmmm still not quite what I was going for. I think you would look even better if you were really Stacked."

Once again your breasts ballooned out, pressing against your hands, which were unable to hold them back. The globes were now almost as big as your head, not nearly fitting in your small dainty hands. Memories of you outgrowing your bras at a much too frequent pace during puberty came rolling in, in addition to the back pain which surged in your lower back.

"Looking a little uncomfortable there my darling. Having big breasts not as fun as you first thought? I won't be too mean, let's even you out a little. Curvy. Booty. There, that should help out a bit."

As she said the words, your waist pinched in, hips flared out, accentuating your hourglass figure. Your butt rippled out behind you, your panties reforming into a thong that sat between your bulging ass cheeks, straining against the fabric of your now very tight jeans. Your posture also adjusted with your new curves, lower back curving to accentuate your lower mass, shoulders pulling back naturally, thrusting out your tits in front of you.

“Better, now are we? Just a few more things and we’ll be done. We want you to be the center of attention from now on, so for that you really need to be Hot.”

You noticed your hair arranging itself in in wavy curls, the strands on your shoulders dyeing themselves to a pale blonde. You felt your facial features arrange themselves once more, accentuating your delicate feminity even more. A sticky coat of what must have been gloss appeared on your lips, that now seemed to be pouting naturally. A thin choker appeared around your neck, and your clothes reformed in a much, much more girly version of themselves, your shirt becoming pink and showing off way too much cleavage for your own comfort, your jeans become some very form fitting Lycra pants. Giggling a little, Jennifer grabbed your hand and led you to a sink with a mirror, making you come face to face with the new you.

“Quite the hottie, now are we? What do you think? How do you feel?”

“Oh god I am so gorgeous.” You reply, still unable to tell anything but the truth. “I just want to get undressed right here and explore this new body and masturbate while looking at myself naked in the mirror.”

“Not yet sweetie, you may look like a hot girl now, but you still have to act the part. Let’s get rid of that reclusive nature of yours. A hot girl like you should really be Bubbly and Outgoing.”

The changes seeped in your mind, as your past rewrote itself once more. Gone was the lonely guy who liked to spend his time alone in his room. Now memories of multiple friends, parties, underage drinking and wild fun surfaced. You were now a party girl, who was the center of all the attention, and loved going out, socializing and meeting new people. You were also very honest about everything you said, sometimes getting you into trouble, but it was all worth it. A smile crept on your face as you kept staring at your reflection, feeling more and more at ease in this girly new body.

“Oh, wow this is going to be fun, I already can’t wait for the next party! Isn’t there a big birthday bash happening tonight at one of the frats? I hope everyone will be there!”

“Ha-ha yes there is my party fiend, and you seem like a much better person now. But remember, this is supposed to be a punishment, right? I can’t let you go without a few downsides to this new life of yours, now can I? This new you looks like she enjoys parties and people, but I have a feeling she would enjoy them even more if she was Bisexual and very, very Slutty.”

Again, your thought buckled under the pressure. Where before you kept imagining the new you as being caressed by feminine hands, now you could also see yourself on your knees sucking cock, bent over a table and taken from behind, on top of a muscled stud, riding his dick like a professional. You realized that those thoughts were no longer your imagination, but actual memories of your now very active sex life. You had slept with many guys, and almost as many girls, including Jennifer here present. You moaned at the realization that you had done some very nasty things, sometimes with more than one person at a time. And you had liked it. Threesomes were a common thing for you, and you reveled in taking more than one dick in you at a time. You felt yourself get wet just at the thought of it. You stared at Jennifer, a look of longing in your eyes.

“Are we almost done here? Classes are over and I am really hoping I can score myself some hot guy or a horny chick to fuck as soon as possible, I’m getting really pent up here.”

“Don’t worry, just two more things to go. First, I’ll give you a bit of a humiliating name, for my own personal satisfaction. I think it will suit you just fine my little Candy.”

And with that, your old name was gone, all that was left was Candy. You loved your name, as you often used it as a pickup line, asking around who wants some Candy, offering yourself up for pretty much anyone who asked.

“And the last little bit, as much as you liked to stare at nude girls, you will now be paying it back, offering yourself up for guys viewing pleasure, because you are now quite the Exhibitionist.”

All thoughts of modesty were stripped from you. Literally. You loved to be stared at, gawked at. The further your state of undress, the further your state of arousal. You remember started doing live webcam shows as soon as you turned 18, nothing turning you on more than stripping in front of the camera and masturbating with your wide selection of toys for all your viewers to see. You often brought on guests to the show, fucking them live on air. God it was such a turn on!

“That was all from me! I hope you have a good life Candy, I have a feeling that you will be much more popular around campus from now on, and that we will be seeing, much, much more of you.”

She finished with a wink, and exited out of the locker room, leaving you in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. Your pussy was pulsing with the quiet reminder that you hadn’t had a proper pounding since last night during your show, and that you should really be heading out to try and find someone to spend the evening with. Maybe show up to a party or two, and then finish the night with the lucky person in your bedroom at the Sorority house you now stayed in with the other girls.

You still remembered your other self, but boy was he boring. This new you was so much more fun and exciting, and lived a life worth living. You just couldn’t wait to go out, interact, be the outgoing, slutty party girl your friends all loved so much, and then go shake your ass for strangers online, or get a good old fuck. Or even both, why not? Maybe you should start stripping, apparently the live action that happens at clubs is way more intense that what happens in front of camera. And it would help to pay for school, that really wasn’t cheap. With that in mind, you left the locker room, entering your new life, and leaving your old one behind.