City Boy To Country Girl - TG TF

 

~Model: Carriejune~

Philip never really got along well with his parents, often arguing over the smallest things. When he finally got out of school and was 18 years old his parents finally decided it best to get him out of the house for a while.

"Your father and I have been talking and we think it best that you go and visit your aunt Connie," his mother told him. "I already talked to her and she'll be expecting you any day now."

Philip knew little to nothing about his aunt, other than the fact that she owned a farm in the south. She was always begging the family to visit, but being as far away as she was, that wasn't really something they could realistically spare the time for. He had talked to her over the phone maybe once or twice during his childhood, but other than that she was pretty much a stranger to him. He wasn't at all fond of the idea of staying with her.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" he said with a frown. "You're kicking me out and sending me to live with some backwoods hick?"

"We're doing this for your own good," his father said with a shake of his head. "Your aunt is a very nice woman and I'm sure she wouldn't want to see you turn out like..."

"Like what?" Philip interrupted, getting angry.

"Look," his mother said with a sigh. "We're not kicking you out. We just need some time apart, and you don't have any friends so your aunt is the next best thing."

"Fine," he said, throwing his hands up in defeat. "But she better not have me cleaning up cow shit or whatever."

The next day, a car picked him up and drove him to the south. After a few hour drive he finally arrived at his aunt's farm. He half expected it to be ratty and rundown, with cows and pigs everywhere. Though it was surprisingly nice and well kept. There were large opens areas surrounded with white fences, and several horses wandering around inside. A large barn sat in the back, and the farmhouse was a two story home with an attractive white paint. It was all much different than he expected.

He grabbed his things from the car and made his way to the front door. Before he could even knock an older woman answered the door with a smile on her face. She was an attractive woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and dressed in a pair of blue jeans, white top, and a brown cowboy hat. He guessed her to be in her late thirties.

"Well, well who is this handsome boy?" she asks in a sweet southern drawl. "I been waitin' for ya hun. Your mama said you was comin'."

"Uh, hi..." he said not exactly sure what to say. "I'm Philip."

"Course, you are! I already know who ya are, silly!" she laughed, gesturing him inside. "C'mon in!"

He followed her into the house, and it was immediately clear this was a very different world from his own. The rustic decor and furnishings were definitely something he wasn't familiar with.

"I don't get many visitors here all by ma lonesome." she smiled leading him up the stairs. "Just me here in this big ol' house."

"Yeah, it's really nice."

She opened the door, leading him inside.

"This'll be your room while your here."

He enters, setting his bags down and looking around. The room was very nice, having a large canopy bed, dresser, desk, and a mirror hanging on the wall. Though the color of the room makes it seem obvious this is a girl's room.

"Make yourself at home, hun." she says heading to the door.

Philip was already not feeling the place, especially considering he'd be staying in some girly room. He didn't bother unpacking his clothes, and was already considering calling his parents.

"I'm sure you're hungry, so I made you a lil somthin' before you got here." His aunt says, returning with a homemade meal.

She sets it down by the bed, and he wanders over, taking a seat. He's never been one to pass up a home cooked meal.

"Thanks." he says, as he picks up a fork and begins to eat.

It's standard southern cooking. Steak, gravy, corn, some kind of vegetable he didn't recognize, and some kind of biscuit stuff. It's all delicious, and he eagerly eats it.

"So," Aunt Connie begins. "Your mama told me you and her don't much see eye to eye..."

"Basically."

"Well let me tell you somethin'." she says, her tone becoming a bit more authoritative. "You aint gonna give me any flak that you give your mama. We do things differently 'round here. You gonna work the farm long as you're here, an' you better do a darn good job of it too."

He's a bit taken aback by her statement and tempted to say something, but simply nods his head, mouth full of food.

"Alright," she says, her smile returning. "You'll start tomorrow. I'll let you the rest of the day to get settled in."

She heads out the door, closing it behind her, leaving him all by himself. He finishes his food and washes it down with a glass of milk.

The following morning, his aunt wakes him up bright and early at 6:00 AM, much earlier than when he usually gets up.

"Time to wake up, mister. We got a lot to do today."

Philip groggily gets out of bed, as she leads him downstairs. The two of them sit down for a quick breakfast before she takes him outside, and puts him to work.

He works the rest of the day, and hates every moment of it. He's forced to carry heavy bags of feed, dig holes, and clear some small trees at the edge of the property. He's not very strong, and the physical labor is a large part of it. By the end of the day he is completely exhausted.

"Well I'll say you did a good job for a city boy, who aint ever picked up a shovel in his life." his aunt smiles, pleased with his work. "Same time tomorrow, so you better get some shut-eye."

He trudges upstairs to his room and drops into bed, falling asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.

The following day is much like the first. He works like an animal, but after a few hours he's had enough. He wants to go home. He's done slaving away.

"I'm not doing this!" he exclaims, tired and dirty. "My arms are fucking sore and my knees are weak."

"You'll do as I tell you if you want to get out of here." his aunt threatens, looming over him. "Now stop bein' lazy an' get back to work boy."

"Fuck you!" he shouts, standing up. "I'm not doing this anymore! I'm going home! Get some damn hillbilly to do your work!"

"You did not just speak to me like that..." she says, eyes narrowing, as she places her hands on her hips.

"Yes I did! Fuck you and your hillbilly farm!"

"You're gonna get it boy..." she says, her expression becoming a lot less pleasant. "You aint gonna treat me like you treat your mama."

She lifts one hand, pointing her finger at him, as it begins to glow ever so slightly.

"What the-?" he utters, before he feels an invisible energy hit him square in the chest. He grunts slightly from the impact, falling back onto his ass.

"What the hell?!" he exclaims.

"That's enough out of you Mister!" his aunt says, crossing her arms. "I was hopin' it wouldn't have to come to this, but looks like it's the only way to teach you some manners."

"What did you do to me?" he asks, feeling a little woozy.

"Oh, I reckon you're about to find out in a lil bit."

An odd tingling sensation began to spread outwards from the point of impact on his chest, moving over his entire body. It felt somewhat like an electric shock, spreading out through his limbs and causing his skin to feel all funny.

With the feeling came changes to his body, as his skin smoothed and softened, any hair vanishing. The feeling seemed to build in the tips of his fingers and toes, and he could feel it moving up his limbs slowly.

"I... feel really weird." he muttered nervously, before noticing his hands. "What the hell?"

His hands were now much slimmer, daintier, and elegant, with thin fingers and perfect nails. They were the hands of a young woman. He could feel them shaking slightly as he looked at them, completely in disbelief.

He immediately tried to stand, as his sneakers shifted into a pair of black and brown leather cowboy boots. His feet shrank to better fit, and he stumbled, falling back into the dirt with a whimper. His entire body seemed to be contorting as it slowly, but surely took on a more feminine shape.

"Stop please!" he begged, looking on in fear at his changing form. "Please, I'm sorry aunt Connie!"

His aunt simply smirked with a slight look of amusement on her face.

"Oh now it's please?" she laughed. "Looks like you're learning manners already. Guess that means the transformation's doin' you some good, huh?"

His hips widened with a crack, his thighs widening and ass expanding. The jeans he was wearing roll up his legs, transforming into a pair of cutoff shorts and revealing a pair of long female legs. A generous amount of muscle tone formed, adding some thickness to his already round thighs.

"Pl-pleaase st-stoOOH!" he cried, his plea transforming into a moan mid-sentence.

His underwear vanished as the shorts tightly hugged his hips, and squeezed his crotch. Then his testicles and penis retreated into his body, forming into a tight female sex that sent shivers up his spine.

"FUCK...!" he screamed, voice cracking, as the new female sex flooded his changing body with hormones.

He, or well, she now, arched her back biting her lip as the changes moved up her body. Her waist squeezed in, as the sensations made their way to her chest. It began to tingle as the outline of breasts formed under her t-shirt. She let out a small groan as they swelled slightly, settling at a small but attractive size.

The shirt, much like the rest of her clothes, began to change as well. It shrank, revealing her midriff, which now displayed a flat and toned stomach, as it transformed into a black tube-top with sleeves extending down her arms.

"You sure are turning into a real beaut'." her aunt commented.

Philip began to cry, as she glanced down at her body. It was completely unrecognizable from the neck down, and she dreaded what else would happen.

"What's wrong boy?" she asked, crouching down to his eye level.

"I....I don't....I'm not a boy anymore!" she cried, voice raising to a higher pitch.

"What are you then?" she asked, amused.

"I'm....I'm a girl!"

"That you are, darlin'." she said, stroking her hair. "Stop cryin' now. You aint a lil girl, so quit your sobbin'."

She tries to hold back her tears as the changes move over her face. Her cheeks soften and round, as her nose thins and shrinks. Her eyebrows gain a slight curve, lips swell, and her hair begins to grow, falling over her face in a mess of blonde strands.

"Now that's a pretty face," her aunt smiles, brushing the hair out her niece's eyes. "You really turned into somethin' special."

"I don't.... I mean, I'm not...." Philip stuttered, unsure of herself. "Pl-please, just turn me back... I'm sorry!"

"You can stuff your sorries in a sack Missy," her aunt laughed. "Now you get off your pretty lil butt and get to work like you was supposed to. Maybe then I'll consider changin' you back if you do a good enough job."

"But...."

"But NOTHIN'," her aunt declared, standing up to her full height, still smiling. "You got a job to do. Do it."

"Yes... ma'am..." she responded, wiping her tears as she climbed to her feet.

"Now that's more like it." her aunt said. "Now go on, you got a lot of work to do."

In the following weeks Philip worked hard around the farm, doing whatever her aunt asked of her in the hopes of making a good enough impression that she'd be merciful enough to reverse the transformation. At some point her aunt stopped calling her Philip, and saw it more fitting to refer to her as Lorine. At first she didn't like it, but later found she didn't mind. The magic seemed to have some lasting effects as well, as Lorine quickly began to forget ever being Philip. She only remembered that her ma and pa sent her to help her aunt Connie on her farm.

She became a much more pleasant person as a result. Where Philip was a lazy, rude, and argumentative young man, she was a sweet hearted, well mannered, and hard working gal. She had amazing work ethic and became quite an asset to the farm, happily working from dawn till dusk with only weekends off.

The transformation was finally complete.

One day after a long day of work, she and her aunt sat down to enjoy supper.

"Where do you think you'll go when you leave here, darlin'?" her aunt asked.

"I don't know, auntie. I don't want to go back to my parents though."

"You can stay here if you want."

"Really, auntie?"

"Yes, really." she nodded with a smile. "You're a real help on the farm, and I'd love to have you live here with me. So... whaddya say?"

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll stay, darlin'."

"I... Yes!" she beamed, excitement all over her face. "I'll stay! Thank you auntie!"

"You're welcome, darlin'. Now finish your supper, and later we can go take the horses for a ride down the pasture."

"Yessss!" she squealed with delight.

Shortly after, the two of them finished their supper, and headed out on the horses for some quality time together. In the end, Lorine couldn't be happier.