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Carly watched in surprise as Bobbi changed into her costume.

“Is that all you’re going to wear under that?” the cute platinum blonde asked.

“It gets hot in this. I want to be comfortable,” the equally cute brunette replied.

Carly shrugged as she continued to get dressed. She felt more secure having her tank top and mini-shorts underneath in case of any wardrobe malfunctions or curious little boys trying to take a peek under her dress.

The girls meticulously applied their make-up and were soon ready. Dressed identically in long-sleeved, red velvet mini-dresses with a white trim, knee-high black boots and Santa hats, they made their way into the auditorium.

Bill, a pleasant middle-aged man whom the girls knew well, was already in his Santa Claus costume and seated in his chair next to the large Christmas tree.

The two Santa’s Helpers climbed up on ladders to make last minute adjustments to the tree before the children were allowed in. Bobbi was on the ladder closest to Santa’s chair.

Suddenly, Bobbi gasped as she found herself losing her balance and falling backwards.

“Oh no!” she cried out in panic.

With Bobbi’s arms flailing to catch her balance, Carly reached out to grab whatever she could to keep her friend from falling. The only thing she could grasp onto was the front of Bobbi’s dress.


Within seconds, Bobbi was gone, while Carly found herself holding on to Bobbi’s now tattered, empty dress. She looked down and was shocked at what she saw.

There, in Bill/Santa’s lap was Bobbi, now wearing nothing but her Santa hat, boots and red lace panties. Realizing what happened and where she was, Bobbi gasped and covered her breasts while looking up at Bill in red-faced embarrassment.

While at first shocked at what landed in his lap, Bill didn’t miss a beat as he stayed in character.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” he exclaimed, “Well! I guess I’VE been good this year! Merry Christmas!!”
ENF - Santa's Little Treat
Santa gets an unexpected surprise!

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It was a warm, mid-Summer afternoon and Madison was out for a walk in town. Although she was dressed in a white cotton short-sleeve blouse, white slacks and tennis shoes without socks, she started to feel the heat.

Madison went into the first store she saw, an antique shop she had never been in before. Although it wasn’t air-conditioned, the store had a large fan in one corner that made it a lot cooler than it was outside.

She browsed through the aisles before coming up to a large mirror. Madison paused to look at herself. Being only 4’ 11” tall and weighing in at just 90 lbs., she was hardly an imposing figure. What’s more, her short, pixie style black hair and fair complexion, along with her insignificant bust (which was why she almost never wore a bra), made her look much younger than her nineteen years.

Madison sighed forlornly at her reflection before turning to look at the items on the shelves behind her. After scanning the items for a moment, something caught her eye. It was a hand-carved statue of a horse on its hind legs. It wasn’t a particularly beautiful carving, and Madison never really thought one way or another about horses in general. But somehow, she felt drawn to this particular item.

She reached up with her right hand and picked up the statue. Though slightly heavy, Madison was able to hold it in one hand. As she began to study it, the statue emitted a strange, green-colored glow, while a sudden jolt of energy shot up her arm. This caused Madison to drop the statue, which landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

“Miss, please be careful. That’s an antique,” said the saleslady in a monotone from the nearby counter.

Before she could reply, Madison felt a sudden sharp pain in her abdomen, causing her to grab the area with her left hand as she grabbed the shelf with her right hand. She moaned in pain as she felt pressure in her legs and her pants growing tighter around her.

Then without warning, the front of her pants burst open as two new appendages appeared. Madison cried out in pain as her spine had her involuntarily bend forward with a loud snap. She felt her backbone elongating with a sickening crackling sound as the appendages from her abdomen started to grow and take on the shape of two new legs with course black hair and hooves on the ends.

Meanwhile, her original legs started to grow in length as well. Madison’s pants started to rise to show coarse black hair on what were now her rear legs. The seams split as her pants tore away from her body and fell to the floor. Madison’s feet became shorter and wider as they burst out from her tennis shoes to show that they had now become hooves similar to those on her rapidly growing front legs.

Madison cried out again as her spine snapped and she involuntarily became upright again. Her equilibrium was totally off as she realized that her top half was no longer in line with her bottom half. Madison’s hand came away from the shelf as she rapidly grew in height. She felt herself falling forward, but was stopped as her front legs, which were now the same length as her rear legs, hit the floor. She heard a loud rip from her rear as a long, lush, black tail tore through her panties, which eventually ripped and snapped off to the floor.

The changes continued as Madison’s blouse tightened as her upper body became more muscular, the seams on her sleeves splitting as her shoulders broadened. The buttons popped off as the front flew open to reveal two large breasts spilling out, as the blouse fell off to join the rest of her tattered clothes on the floor. Finally, her scalp tingled as her hair rapidly grew into a black, lush mane that ended at her waist.

The change was over. Madison caught her breath as she looked at the large mirror and was stunned by the reflection of the large, beautiful, naked mythical figure that was looking back at her. With her long, shiny, flowing black hair, tanned complexion and toned, well-endowed upper body, along with the regal, lower body of a horse with its shiny black hair, Madison was not at all scared by what she saw. Instead, she was overwhelmed by a newfound sense of pleasure by her new form, almost to the point of arousal.

She then suddenly realized that she was in the middle of the antique shop in front of the saleslady and other customers who were gaping at her in wide-eyed amazement. Madison gasped and covered her breasts. She then looked back at the mirror and felt a sudden urge to do something unimaginable.

With her arms still folded over her chest, Madison closed her eyes and leaped into the mirror. She heard the loud shattering of the glass, but didn’t feel any shards hitting her body. When she landed, Madison opened her eyes to find herself in the middle of a beautiful green pasture under a sunny, clear blue sky, with a lush forest in the distance. The store, its occupants and even the mirror, were gone.

Madison unfolded her arms and allowed the warm breeze to envelop her new body. Overcome by a feeling of euphoria, Madison started running as fast as her four legs would take her. Smiling ecstatically, she ran towards the forest, ready to enjoy her new form, and a new life.


Through the darkness, Madison heard a faint male voice.

“She has a bracelet. It says she’s epileptic.”

“Must have had a seizure.” said another male voice which sounded a little clearer, “Look. I think she’s coming around.”

Madison slowly opened her eyes to see two men looking over her. As she focused, she realized they were paramedics.

“Are you okay, honey?” one of them asked with a smile, as the other checked her pulse.

Madison nodded weakly. She realized she was lying on her back on the floor of the antique shop. Slowly raising her head, she saw that she was fully dressed in her original clothing and was in her original human form. Madison raised a hand to her head to feel her short hair.

She quickly understood that her transformation was all a dream she must have had during her seizure – which struck her as odd, since she had never had dreams during a seizure before. It must have happened right after she picked up the horse statue. Part of Madison however, couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, since she was never as happy as she was during the dream.

“Easy,” said the paramedic, “We’re going to take you to the hospital to have you checked out. You’ll be fine.”

As the paramedics put Madison onto a gurney, she noticed the saleslady picking up the horse statue and returning it to its place on the shelf. Madison looked up at it as she was being wheeled past it. For a second, she thought she saw it glow at her again.

Madison thought this was all too weird. She decided then and there that she would not go into that store again – or would she?
Living A Dream? - Centauress TF
A young woman experiences a major change…or does she?

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“Is that all you can come up with?”

Becky smiled as she stood on the chair, adjusting the bucket over the door.

“Don’t worry,” she replied confidently, “You won’t be disappointed.”

Her classmate shrugged before returning to his seat.

Though only a junior in high school, Becky was a scientific prodigy, showing a vast knowledge in science and chemistry since as young as three years old. By the time she had started high school, Becky was already being offered scholarships to several colleges, but chose to finish high school with her peers.

Although she kept mostly to herself, Becky was well respected by both the faculty and her fellow students, as her knowledge and achievements had brought a lot of positive publicity to the school, along with extra funding for all its programs, including the science lab. Becky was also looking very forward to spending the summer working in the lab of the local university, which she would eventually be attending after graduation.

The problems started earlier in the school year. Tiffany was a buxom, blonde cheerleader from a wealthy family, who was new to the school. However, her arrogance and pompous attitude quickly alienated her from her schoolmates and the faculty, including her fellow cheerleaders and even the Jocks. Normally, the boys would be eager to go out with her, but her snobbish nature quickly turned them off.

What’s more, Tiffany decided that she would single Becky out and give her a hard time. She would intentionally bump Becky in the hall, cut in front of her in the cafeteria and call her nasty names such as “Genius” (in a derogatory tone) and “Science Nerd”. Tiffany was jealous of all the positive attention Becky received, but her bullying only succeeded in alienating her even further from the rest of the school.

One day after gym class, Becky followed her usual routine by taking a shower before heading off to her next class. However, she was not expecting what she saw when she opened her locker afterwards – it was completely empty. All her clothes, right down to her footwear, were gone. Becky noticed a small piece of paper on the upper shelf – it read as follows:


Becky recognized the hand writing and knew right away that only one person could be responsible – Tiffany. She looked around the room to see that Tiffany was already gone.

Becky bit her lip as she was wearing nothing but a towel – the only item keeping her from being completely naked in school. Not wanting to bother the other girls, she lingered around until they all left for their next classes.

Having looked all over the room after they were gone, Becky sneaked into the now empty hallway, where she looked in the janitor’s closet and found nothing. Trying to keep as calm as possible, Becky noticed the door to the Boys’ locker room across the hall. It was quiet in there, as a boys’ class was in progress in the gym. Becky figured that Tiffany probably didn’t put too much thought into this and would want to be out of the Boys’ room as quickly as possible. Based on that assumption, she snuck inside, looked in the locker closest to the door and was very relieved to find all her clothing.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Becky dropped her towel, quickly got dressed and sneaked out of the Boys’ locker room, before hurrying off to class.

As a result, she was late and received a demerit point. Being too embarrassed to explain to the teacher why she was late, Becky simply accepted it. Tiffany was not in this class, but Becky could only imagine Tiffany sitting in another classroom, having a huge laugh over her prank.

Becky was very serious about her school records, having never gotten a detention or demerit point. Now, Tiffany’s childish prank, out of nothing more than simple dislike, put this one mark on her record. Becky was willing to let it go, but once the other students found out, they were quite upset and encouraged her to stand up and retaliate.

It was that small, unnecessary blemish on her record, along with her classmates’ encouragement that finally led Becky to engineer some sort of revenge towards Tiffany a few days later.

She made her final adjustments before climbing down from the chair and returning it to its place behind the teacher’s desk.

One of her classmates quickly came in through the classroom’s rear door and locked it.

“She’s coming!” she said excitedly.

First they heard Tiffany trying to open the locked door. They then heard an exasperated sigh as she made her way to the front door of the classroom.

“Here she comes!” someone whispered.

Tiffany entered the room wearing her usual, tight-fitting, v-neck cheerleading “letter” sweater, along with her short cheerleading skirt.

The door opened to the right point and on cue, the bucket tipped, its contents emptying right onto Tiffany. The classroom erupted in laughter.

Now soaked to the skin, Tiffany sputtered, looked up at the bucket and then back at Becky in contempt. Becky enjoyed the moment, smiling smugly at her tormentor.

“Really!?” Tiffany exclaimed, “A bucket of water? That’s the best you can do!? Some genius! The way everyone makes such a big deal over…”

“Look! What is that!?” someone chimed in, pointing at the drenched cheerleader.

The class stared at Tiffany as smoke started to come from her clothes. Tiffany looked down at herself and gasped.

“What...what’s happening to me!?” she asked incredulously.

Becky’s classmates became concerned despite their dislike for Tiffany.

“Is she burning?” one of them asked.

“Will she be okay?” asked another.

“The solution is harmless to her,” Becky quickly explained “…but I can’t say the same for her clothes!” she added, smiling slyly.

The smoke continued as the hemline of Tiffany’s skirt started to disintegrate and rise. The same happened to her sweater as it started to rise above her midriff, the sleeves creeping up her arms, and the v-neck opening and expanding across her chest. Within seconds, the seams split and Tiffany’s clothing fell to the floor where they continued to disintegrate.

“M-my… my clothes!” Tiffany exclaimed.

She was now left in a flimsy, pink lace bra which barely contained her ample breasts, and a pink thong. Laughter and whistling started as Tiffany’s eyes filled with tears. Some of her classmates even had their phones out and were taking pictures.

“Look!” someone exclaimed.

In seconds, the smoking started again on Tiffany’s bra and thong. The straps snapped and the underwear fell from Tiffany’s body, joining the smoldering mess of ashes on the floor that was once her clothing.

All that was now left on Tiffany were her tennis shoes and sports socks.  She quickly covered her private parts with her hands, before looking at Becky with a tear-stained, red face.

“How could you do this to me?” she asked in a near whisper before running out of the room.

The rest of the class laughed and cheered, some sharing their pictures of Tiffany with each other, while others approached Becky, congratulating her and giving her high-fives.

Although the prank worked out according to her plan, something about it just didn’t feel right to Becky. The victory somehow felt hollow.

“Did you see the look on her face?” she heard someone say.

That was the problem. All she could see was pain and humiliation on Tiffany’s face. Becky had gotten back at Tiffany and would probably never be picked on by her again.

She should have been happy – Right?
ENF - Becky's Revenge
A girl learns that getting even may not be as fun as it seems.

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It was late afternoon and Megan had just gotten out of the shower. She didn’t bother with underwear after drying off, and put on a top and long, flowing cotton skirt that ended at her ankles.

Megan stepped outside onto the lawn for a few minutes, enjoying the cool grass beneath her bare feet and the pleasant sensation of the breeze up her skirt, before going back inside.

She went into the kitchen, took a bowl out from the cupboard, and was about to help herself to some jellybeans, when her mother came into the room.

“I’m going next door for a few minutes,” she said cheerfully, “Maybe Josh will be there. Want to come?”

“Mom, don’t start,” Megan replied, rolling her eyes in frustration.

“I’m only trying to help,” her mother answered sheepishly.

Megan turned and looked at her mother. She knew she meant well and loved her for it, but didn’t like the pressure. Megan actually liked Josh. In fact, she wanted to go out with him, and was hoping he would ask.

“I know, Mom.”

Her mother came over, put her arm around her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“I see how you look at him, honey,” she said gently, “But if you want him to come to you, you’d have to give him a reason. You know – make an impression.”

Megan’s mother gave her another kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be back in a little while,” she said as she left the room and headed towards the front door.

As Megan searched in the pantry for the jellybeans, she knew her mother was right, but couldn’t really figure out an effective way to get Josh’s attention.

After a moment of searching, she found the jellybeans and put them on the counter. Without warning, the overloaded plastic bag split, spilling most of its contents all over the kitchen floor.

With an exasperated sigh, Megan carefully stepped through the mess towards the utility closet where the vacuum cleaner was kept. She decided to use the pipe without any attachments and turned the machine on to its highest setting, hoping to clean up the spilled candy as soon as possible.

As she was finishing, Megan thought she heard someone enter the room. Expecting to see her mother, she turned to see both her mother and Josh. Her mother had on the same hopeful smile she would have whenever Josh was around, while Josh was smiling politely. Megan meanwhile, was mildly annoyed at her mother for playing “matchmaker” again.

At that moment, the pipe from the vacuum cleaner, which was still on its highest setting, touched Megan’s skirt. She felt a tugging, but before she could react, it was too late:


In less than a second, Megan’s skirt was torn from her body and sucked into the vacuum, jamming the machine and causing it to turn off automatically. With her top ending just above her hips, she was now naked from the waist down.

With her mouth agape in total shock, all Megan could do was slowly look down at her exposed lower half, before looking back up. Her mother was still smiling, but with her eyebrows raised in surprise, while the smile on Josh’s face slowly disappeared.

“Um…I…uh…I have to go!” Josh stammered, as he quickly retreated towards the front door and made his way out of the house.

Megan helplessly watched him leave before looking at her mother, who was now making a major effort to suppress laughter.

“Well,” her mother giggled, “I know I told you to make an impression, but that wasn’t quite what I meant!”
ENF - Bottomed Out
A young woman gets sucked into an embarrassing situation!
For all of you “Mad Men” fans out there!
*Written by Bill Shepherd and Alan Tew (and Michel Rivgauche for the lyrics of the French version).

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, le bruit des bisous

Dans les buissons sous le ciel du mois d'août
Les amoureux glissent à pas de loup
Comme les oiseaux ils ont rendez-vous
On l'entend partout

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux

Mais dites-moi savez-vous,
ce que veut dire entre nous,
Ce que que veut dire "Zou bisou"?

Ça veut dire je vous l'avoue
Mais oui je n'aime que vous
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux

Mais pas besoin des buissons du mois d'août
Quand tu m'embrasses doucement dans le cou
Car c'est curieux tu vois je l'avoue
Ça me fait partout

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, des petits bisous

Zou bisou bisou!

Notable Versions:
- Sophia Loren (English version, "Zoo Be Zoo Be Zoo"), associated with the film “The Millionairess” and on the album “Peter and Sophia”, both 1960
- Gillian Hills, 1960
- Jessica Paré , “Mad Men” (AMC), Season 5, Episodes 1 & 2 – “A Little Kiss”, March 25, 2012


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