Recently, I read the following:
I’m looking for a bit of a niche story here. I’ve seen maybe two in existence. Essentially a female ghost, spirit, or girl with the ability to exit her own body, and possess or take over the body of a male host, victim, subject, etc. where she takes control of his body and feminizes him. Not actually changing his body, per say, but forcing him to dress and act like a girl.
I thought the concept was interesting so I contacted the person and volunteered to write a story based on their idea. I hope I was able to capture what this person was looking for. It is different from my usual stories but I like a challenge, and since this was such an interesting idea, I decided to write something that was out of the ordinary for me.
Enjoy!
Dear Sir,
You are undoubtedly waking up very confused, as I would be. I shall take a few moments to pen you a note to explain why you look and feel the way you do.
Ever time you hear the rustling of the leaves, it is I who flies through the trees. Whenever you hear an animal howl, it is I why they see. Whenever you are in the middle of the forest, and you feel as if you are being watched, mine are the eyes that gaze upon you.
I am the spirit of the forest and it is my assignment and my duty to watch over the land that your cabin resides on. I used to be a mortal as yourself, but my life on earth ceased a long, long time ago. My departure from your world was a tragic one. As a young woman, I would often visit this forest and spend my time caring for all the creatures, large and small. I adored this plot of land and I would come and care for it and cultivate it.
One day, as I walked among the grove of sleeping willows, two men approached me. They had followed me from town, into the forest, and they wanted to violate me. I ran as far into the forest as I could, but they eventually caught me. I struggled and fought against them, and the ire of one of the men grew so intense that he picked up a rock that was near him and he struck me with it.
I immediately started to float upward and after some time to adjust, realized that I would no longer be of this earth. Because of my love for the forest where I perished, I was assigned to continue to watch over it which I have faithfully done.
My existence is different from that of a mortal. I am everywhere, and at the same time I am nowhere. My dimension is one that cannot be easily explained to those that have not experienced it, so I shall not attempt it. While it is an existence full of happiness, love, and freedom, there are definitely times that I have missed being a mortal.
When you and your wife started to build the small cabin in my forest, at first, I was opposed to you. I did not want you in my forest. I did not want you to spoil and scar what I have so preciously cared for all this time. Do you remember the horrible storms you had to battle through as you laid your foundation and walls? That was me, hoping to push and scare you away.
Your resolve impressed me. No matter what obstacle I put in your path, you continued to build until your small cabin was complete. Do you remember the day you carried your love across your new threshold? Do you remember what a bright sunny day it was and how the robins and bluejays sat on the window sills? That was my apology.
You and your wife have cultivated the land and grown gardens and planted trees. You cared for the land just as much as I did when I was a mortal. I have come to grow fond of you and your wife.
Your wife is a beautiful woman and while observing her for the past few years, I started to pine for the feeling of being a woman. Being a “spirit”, as you call us, is extremely freeing, but the confinement of flesh, bone, and muscle brings a certain comfort that I had missed for some time now. While of the earth, I enjoyed being a woman. I enjoyed the dresses and the curling my hair. I enjoyed walking through town, being admired by men of all ages. I enjoyed my own soft skin and my sensual curves. I began to long for those things to a point where I began to be envious of your wife.
After your last visit to the cabin, I learned that I would no longer be taking care of my forest. I was going to be reassigned to another forest that had been abused, abandoned, and neglected. So, after much contemplation, I decided to become one with your wife. I adored and trusted your wife and I wanted to feel all of those wonderful feelings again. I knew I would never see her again so I decided to enter her on your next visit. I know it is was a completely selfish thought and desire, but it was one that I had to fulfill before I would leave.
I waited with great anticipation for the two of you to arrive to your forest getaway. I waited to see and smell your wife, and then enter her and be her.
To my utter disappointment, you arrived alone…
I waited a day or two to see if your wife would arrive, but sadly, she did not. I could not hold back the dark storms that rained on your cottage for the past two days. I shall repair your damaged flowers before I am reassigned.
Please tell me your wife is healthy and happy? I hope that she just could not attend with you, although I have an uneasy suspicion that she is ill or has departed from you. I know she has not perished as I do not feel her on this side, but the moans in your sleep tell me you ache for her and you miss her. I wish her all the best and hope she returns to you soon.
I now had a decision to make. I could leave my forest and possibly endure another few centuries without the feeling of being a mortal, or I could choose to enter you as a replacement for your wife.
As you could see and feel, I chose the latter.
The third night after your arrival, I decided to proceed and satisfy my cravings. I swooped through my forest, gathering the needed speed, and then I sailed high above your cabin. I plummeted toward your cabin and as I reached the roof, every molecule burst out in all directions, penetrated the cabin, and then collided into you. I felt your mind awaken and I could immediately feel your fear.
Your soul struggled for quite a while. I truly am sorry for any discomfort I may have caused.
When you tired yourself out, I decided to open my new eyes. I sat up on the edge of the bed and tried to adjust to the heaviness of the newly acquired flesh. It takes some time to be accustomed to the human body again after being free for so long. I stood, and then nearly collapsed onto the floor. Sitting again, I decided to give myself some more time before trying to enjoy this new body.
I rubbed my hands all over my new body. My face, arms, chest, and legs. I ran my fingers through my hair, remembering the feeling of hair as it slides through ones fingers.
Being a man is very, very different. While I remember the feeling of a man’s chest under my soft fingertips, I do not care to have so much disgusting hair all over my body. I also really missed the feeling of my breasts, both on my chest and in my hands.
I stood uneasily and tried to adjust to the weight of this heavier body. My body was small and petite while yours is large and muscular. If I were still a mortal, I would have found it to be quite attractive, but now that I was in it, I found it to be quite awkward and cumbersome. I cannot rightly complain as it is all that I had to work with, but it did take me a while to feel comfortable in your body.
Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I decided to make myself as comfortable as possible, which is why I decided to do what I did next.
I removed the under garments and stepped into the water closet and into the thing you call a “shower”. We only had baths when I was a mortal. I must say, having the water falling from above is quite enjoyable. I stood under the hot water and let it cascade down my naked skin for the better part of a half hour. My only regret is that your hair is not longer. I always enjoyed the feeling of my wet hair against my back after a bath.
Once dry, I decided to shave all of the nasty hair off of my body. I used your shaving cream and lathered up my legs, chest, armpits, and…down there. I used your wife’s razor and I shaved all of that vile hair off of my body. You will notice that I saved your beard. I didn’t want my desires to impact your life too much.
I grabbed the bottle of lavender scented lotion that I have seen your wife rub all over her body and I started to massage the cream onto my body. Once I was finished, I stood there and closed my eyes, and I softly rubbed my skin.
The feeling was far more sensual and delicious than before. I don’t understand how you men walk around in that hard, crusty exterior. I suppose it helps with your protective attitudes, but this feels far better to me.
You may find your…member…a little sore. While I was nude, I took the opportunity to see what it would feel like to be sexually aroused as a man. I placed some lotion into my hand and I slowly started to stroke the shaft. At first, nothing happened…until your soul relaxed…and then I felt it start to grow! I must say, I was pleased I was able to still arouse a man, even though I was a man.
That sounds rather odd. These inter-body experiences can be quite confusing at times, can’t they?
Your “cock”, (if I were a mortal, I fear I would be blushing) as I have heard your wife call it, is large! I was pleased I had entered a body which had a member of such girth. It was very rewarding to make it grow as big as it did! It was also so hot in my hand. As a man, it felt so good to be hard and I continued to stroke the shaft and tip slowly, learning what it felt like to rub every inch. I was fascinated to learn which areas were more sensitive and less sensitive.
Then a sadness washed over me. Maybe it was your sadness that was permeating me, but I wanted nothing more than to have your wife here with us. I wanted to be intimate with her and I wanted to please her. I wanted her beautiful hot mouth on me and I wanted to be inside of her.
Is this what you men deal with every time you enjoy an erection? It must be quite frustrating! I can assure you I had not felt that level of frustration for many centuries!
But then I made a horrible mistake. As I stroked the shaft harder and harder, I carelessly slammed my hand into a testicle.
Let me say that there should be spirits assigned to protect all testicles. (I can still remember that horrible feeling. Ouch.)
I must apologize to my little brother Billy whom I kicked in the testicles on more than one occasion. Had I know this was the pain you felt, I would have never guided my food to your very sensitive crotch!
Once I caught my breath, I decided to stop fondling my shaft and decided to get dressed. Naturally, I headed for your wife’s closet. Why would I want to wear a man’s clothes?
Searching through the drawers, I found exactly what I was looking for. Your wife had a beautiful set of lingerie and some silky hosiery. I laid them all on the bed, and then went to the closet. My, your wife has wonderful taste in clothing! I picked the blue dress, as it reminds me of the lake on the edge of my forest, and I laid it on the bed as well.
I first grabbed the silky black panties that your wife wears. I put them on slowly, first over my left foot, then my right, and then I slowly pulled them all the way up. Unfortunately, having the parts of a man tend to hinder the appropriate fit of the panties, however, having the silky panties rub against my semi-erect cock was very pleasurable. I found myself massaging the tip of my hot cock through my panties often, once I had them on. The silky material against the tip of my cock was very pleasurable.
Next, I sat on the bed and I slowly pulled the hosiery up each leg. Your legs are quite muscular and attractive, but I miss my long, slender legs. I often found many cads gazing upon my ankles. A precious few were allowed to see my naked legs and they all adored them. The feeling of the hosiery brought back so many naughty memories…
I ran my fingers up and down my legs, enjoying the soft, silky material under my fingertips. I stood and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Even as a man, I was starting to look more feminine and I was enjoying the transformation. I slightly regretted not shaving the beard, but I just couldn’t do that to you. I’m sure you will have enough explaining to do with all of your body hair missing.
The bra was a little snug as I put it on, but feeling it against my chest was something new. I often wore a corset, but this new design feels so much nicer. I really wish you head breasts so I could see myself in a modern bra, but I just had to imagine what it would be like if my own naturally beautiful breasts were in the bra I wore. You would have been amazed at my breasts. I received many compliments on them and I must admit, they were quite perfect. I would have to estimate that they were a little bigger than your wife’s, based solely on her bra size. Regardless, wearing the bra felt wonderful and I have missed having the feeling of material on my chest.
I stood in front of the mirror and tried my best to push my chest together to have some form of cleavage. Thankfully, you were “endowed” enough to let me see a small glimpse of cleavage, which actually made me smile.
I walked back into the closet and picked out a fine pair of shoes to wear with the dress I had chosen. I could barely get your big feet in them, but I managed. Hopefully your wife will not be too sour that you stretched them out a bit. I walked back and forth in front of the mirror, admiring my creation and becoming quite satisfied with my transformation.
I sat down in front of the antique vanity and looked through the drawers. I could feel the souls of your wife’s family as I looked through the drawers. Her mother and grandmother warmed me as I looked for the makeup. I finally found lipstick, blush, something called mascara, and a brush. I never wore makeup as it was created after my departure, but I have seen so many women wear it that I just had to try it.
Once again I felt you struggle within me. It seems wearing your wife’s panties was a welcomed idea, but wearing her makeup made you resist. I wonder why…
Your resistance started to excite me as I began opening the lipstick and slowly twisting the tube. I always liked rough intercourse. Your struggle reminded me of such. As a result, my cock started to rise in my panties. I slowly applied the lipstick to my lips. Your beard and mustache proved to be a challenge, but I quickly learned how to paint my lips the amazing shade of red that your wife wears. The blush was applied next and then I moved onto the mascara.
Mascara is of the devil. After trying to put it on my eye lashes three times, each time poking myself in the eye, I am sure Lucifer himself created this gnarly torture device. I threw it about the room. I didn’t bother to retrieve it so you may want to have a look prior to your wife returning.
Brushing your short hair was much easier than brushing through my long locks. I wish I could have felt my long hair sliding over my breasts and against my back again, but alas, your hair is far, far too short to enjoy such a simple luxury.
Looking in the mirror, I was fairly pleased with the results. I looked like a hairy faced woman, but I still felt very feminine. I closed my eyes, and put my head back and soaked in the feelings of womanhood that I have so longingly missed.
Standing slowly, I turned and walked to the bed. One more item to complete my transformation. I slowly put on the blue dress.
Standing there in front of the mirror, I looked at myself for quite some time. It was not vanity, but a time to reflect. I remembered all the men that I had been with, all the laughs that I shared with others, and I remembered as much of my mortal being as possible. I found your little white box with the apple on it and and I managed to press it enough to find some music. I remembered watching your wife use it to play music the last time you were at the cabin.
The strange music filled the cabin and I liked it so much! I found myself dancing around the room, my arms extended, singing along with the melody. You modern people have the most wonderful music! I took it all in as long as I could.
Finally, as dusk fell, there was only one more thing I wanted to do before I had to depart. I kicked off your wife’s shoes, pulled off her hosiery, and ran as fast as I could through my forest! It was fantastic! Running through a forest and flying through one feel so similar. The sounds of the forest all around you, the feelings of the twigs and leaves brushing against your skin, and the cool air washing over your face. The only difference is the “crunch my feet would make as I ran over the dried leaves and twigs. Oh it was all heavenly!
…And then I was summoned…
My heart sank as I knew my time as a mortal must come to an end and I had to accept my new assignment. I walked your body back to the cute little cabin in the woods. I once again stood in front of the mirror and admired what I had done to you to make your body feel more like me.
I then looked over my shoulder and looked out the windows. I just had to know…
My hand wrapped around your cock and I started to stroke myself. The whole day had left me quite excited and I quickly grew in my hand. Soon, my cock was very hard and I did my best to rub the tip against those soft, silky panties. I closed my eyes and thought of my favorite lovers. I remembered how it felt to have them deep inside me, and I imagined you were the one inside of me now. I started to breathe heavy and I felt strange things happening to my body. Then, my cock swelled a final time in my hand and I could feel the warm liquid started to cum up out of my cock! I stood there and soaked in the wonderful euphoria of the orgasm as I moaned out loud, letting the hot juices shoot out of the tip and pour into your wife’s panties. The feeling of the hot liquid coating my skin and running down my legs was amazing! It has been so, so long since I felt that tremendously satisfying feeling of an orgasm, although as a woman, I recall them being even more intense!
Moments later, I was summoned again. I apologize for not cleaning up the mess…
I then burst forth from you, hovering over the bed to make sure you were breathing, and then I once again dispersed, and exited the cabin, and came together and freely flew one final time through my forest. I passed by once more and filled your cabin to compose this note. With a strong breeze, the entire note was composed in just a moment’s time. Being a spirit does have its advantages.
I thank you, sir, for the use of your body. I shall always appreciate your sacrifice for letting me experience the human life again, even for just one day. I look forward to meeting you once again when you also join me in the spirit realm.
With love and admiration,
Spirit of the Forest
