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A Techno-Change free porn video
A TECHNO-CHANGE
by greyguy
(Original submission)
X-rated - Synopsis: Ken Grantham is disillusioned with his
lot in life and convinced that he should have been someone
else. While searching for his favourite downloads on the
Internet one night, he comes across a life-changing computer
program.
Categories: Sci-Fi, magical transformations
Author's note:
This is my first attempt at a TG story, but I have been a
fan of this style of writing for a very long time. I got
the idea for this story from a few other stories that I
read on the Fictionmania web-site, about computer programs
that changed men into women (or similar themes). I liked
this basic premise and decided to write a story along the
same lines, but in my own style. You know what they say;
"To steal an idea from one person is plagiarism, but to
steal an idea from many is research!" I hope the readers
enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I
look forward to writing the next part (or parts).
Part 1 - How Could This Happen?:
'Where had my life gone?' I mused one night, while waiting
for my Internet service to connect me to the World Wide Web.
Here I am, a late forties, plain looking, overweight male
in a Civil Service job with no significant past and no real
prospects for an interesting future.
I was married to a very attractive Thai lady named Anna,
who was quite demanding, and not so accepting of my inner
desires and wishes, which we both agreed to keep secret
from our three children.
All my life I had grown-up and lived with the strong
feeling that I was in the wrong body, that the Gods had
played a cruel joke on me by making me a boy, instead of
the girl I knew was trapped within my soul and constantly
screaming to get out. While I had always been heterosexual
as I grew up, I did experiment with boys on a couple of
occasions, with no success. I discovered that I was not
homosexual, but that realization did not remove the feelings
that I should be female, it only added to the confusion.
If I was convinced that I should be female, why wasn't I
attracted to boys?
As I grew-up I also experimented with cross-dressing, and
discovered that I was only truly happy when dressed in a
full female outfit, from shoes and underwear to a flowing
dress or skirt. The sensations I experienced when dressed
as a woman were nothing short of full confirmation that this
was how I was meant to dress, in spite of the fact that my
body did not fit the clothes properly.
After I was married for a while I finally revealed my inner
most thoughts and desires to my wife, which was not accepted
very well at all. It took her many years and the spectre of
a pending divorce for her to even consider my feelings on this
matter.
Eventually, she made a couple of concessions in our sex-life
that were a major step forward in mutual satisfaction. You
see, until recently our sex-life was mostly hit and miss, so
to speak. Most times I would climax too early for her to
finish or I would not climax at all, although she often did
on these latter occasions. This often left us both less than
satisfied with our love-making.
Then recently, I plucked up the courage to go a bit further
in fulfilling my fantasies. I would get into bed naked and
cuddle up to my wife, letting my desire for sex be plainly
known. I would initiate foreplay with oral sex on her and
during this time I would remove her panties and put them on
myself. Although she would complain a bit about this she
came to accept it and allow it as our usual sex game.
Gradually she would react to me differently during foreplay,
and she would massage my male-breasts like they were a woman's.
She would also suck and tweak my nipples which aroused me more.
Coupled with the oral sex and usual stimulation we found a more
mutually satisfying sex-life and she conceded the wearing of
her panties as more and more acceptable.
As much as I appreciated my wife's coming around to my fantasies
and wishes a bit, I still felt unfulfilled as a man and more
convinced that I was the wrong gender. I never ventured into
the world as a transsexual though, because I made a hideous
looking woman, even with a wig and make-up, which I tried once.
So here I was, dreaming of what might have been and wishing I
could be the recipient of a magical transformation, like the
ones I had read about on my favourite TG sites.
Suddenly I was brought back to the here and now by the screeching,
buzzing and clicking as my modem connected me to the Internet and
my service provider's homepage filled the Internet browser that
I used.
First order of business was to look on the Fictionmania site for
any new stories. This was the highlight of my web surfing and a
feast to my mind and soul. There was nothing better than finding
a new "transformation" story to read, that would take me away to
a new world where even the impossible was a regular occurrence.
I would always look for my favourite authors and theme stories
first. The best being Spells-R-Us, Altered Fates, Bikini Beach,
The Great Shift, and Ourbros Medal stories, to name but a few,
not to mention the many, many stories with no common theme just
really good writing as their claim to fame.
Next I would look at some of the porn sites that I frequented,
looking for the regular fix to my sexual addiction, though I
was not addicted to porn in the usual sense. I was not looking
at porn pictures just for the titillation and as a stimulus to
masturbation (which I admit that I did do sometimes). I looked
at the sexy women with envy and lust to be them, rather than
just dreaming about making love to them. A few 'Asian' sites
were my regular stop first, then a browse around a 'Panties'
or 'Lingerie' site or two. These latter sites were important,
mainly because I didn't need full nudity to satisfy me, and
sexy women in bikinis or lingerie were more arousing to me.
I would usually day-dream about being a woman dressed in these
brief, sexy garments.
Last on my list was to look at some Freeware sites for some
interesting free software to supplement my meager income. As
a Civil Servant my income did not allow for the extravagance of
full priced proprietary software programs, so I satisfied myself
with many Freeware programs and ran my computer on the cheap.
It was during my regular search for new and interesting Freeware
that I found myself on an unusual web-site and I don't recall how
I got there. The Name of the site was "Techno-Change" and the
usual paragraph or two of introduction, which I rarely read
completely and just scanned for clues, mentioned something about
"morphing" and "scan a photo of yourself...", and some other
instructions.
Thinking that this was just another photo morphing program, I
was almost ready to exit when I noticed the words "...change your
image to what ever you desire yourself to be". I was a bit more
interested now, so I downloaded the software and installed it
on my computer's hard drive.
Everything went according to the usual installing process with
a few strange message boxes and selections, so I accepted the
default settings and waited for the results. In next to no
time I had a new icon on my Desktop and a burning curiosity
to see how it worked.
I quickly clicked on the icon with my mouse and watched the
program open a very elaborate but standard looking interface.
There were strange symbols on the background but what appeared
to be standard buttons and menus on the program window. One
of the first options on the main menu was "Change Wizard" so
I accepted this would be the best way to explore and clicked
on it.
The program opened a message box asking to "Select a current
photo of yourself", and provided a browser type window to find
the photo on one of the computer's drives. I selected an
otherwise unimpressive photo of myself at a party with a drink
raised in my hand and saluting "cheers" at the camera. Once
that photo was locked into the "Before" window on the left of
the Change Wizard's next screen, another message box asked me
to "Select your desired output image".
This part was much harder because I had literally dozens of
photos of potential change subjects, women that I would change
places with in the blink of an eye and all of whom were very
attractive and sexy (most of them dressed in bikinis or in
various stages of being undressed). But after some
deliberation I selected a Japanese girl aged about 18 or 19
years old with what I thought was the perfect appearance and
figure. The photo didn't have a name on it, just a number,
so it was easier to think of her as an image of beauty rather
than a real person.
She had silky straight black hair that came just to her
shoulders, classic almond eyes, a small cute nose and full
lips, all framed in an oval face. She appeared to be about
5'6" tall with a slender (but not skinny) build and physical
assets to die for.
Her breasts were a small but pert B-cup size with medium sized
nipples that stood out from aureoles that were about twice the
diameter of the nipples. Her waist curved inward just right
and her stomach had a slight roundness to it that was sexy and
very appealing. Her hips were curved and proportionally perfect
to her body, a hint of wispy pubic hair grew thicker as it
descended into her demurely hidden crotch, and her long legs
finished the image to create my ideal woman.
Once I had chosen this raven-haired Asian beauty, I didn't
hesitate to select her for my output image, then I clicked on
the OK button. After a few seconds of processing time a test
button appeared in the centre of the screen, so I clicked on
this button also. The vision that greeted me was enough to
take my breath away. A small morphing video clip appeared
in the centre of the program and went from my usual
appearance to my vision of perfection, my "Asian delight".
I was so captivated with the imagery that I must have clicked
on the "Repeat" button at least a dozen times or more, never
getting tired of the way it transformed my photo into that of
my ideal woman. But it was getting late, about 1:30am. My
wife and children had long since gone to bed and I need to
get at least a few of hours sleep if I was going to cope with
my boring job tomorrow (or today).
I looked at the morphing video one last time, saved it, then
looked for a way to exit the program. A message box appeared
and asked "Do you accept the change?", which seemed unusual
as I had already saved the video I had created. So wearily
I clicked on the "Yes" button and was immediately hit by a
blinding flash of brilliant white light from my computer
screen. The white light seemed to pass right through me and
I suddenly felt better than I could ever remember feeling
before.
Without any further thought on the strange event that just
engulfed me, I switched off the computer, and the reading
light in my study and headed for bed, paying little attention
to the fact that my pyjamas were almost hanging off me now.
I slipped carefully and quietly into bed, not wanting to
wake my wife and have to listen to one of her tirades on
spending too much time on my computer and coming to bed so
late. I settled between the bed covers and as soon as my
head nestled onto the pillow I was fast asleep.
The electronic buzzing of my alarm clock shocked me awake,
as usual, and I reach to turn off the annoying, droning din.
I reach out, but I miss the clock and it takes a second
further reach to make contact. This seems strange because
I don't remember moving the clock last night, but I just
shrug it off and slowly climb out of bed.
The next oddity is the strange brushing feeling I get on my
shoulders and the tugging sensation I feel on my chest as I
get up. Two new experiences together, though still not
enough to wake me fully as I stumble toward the private
bathroom just off our bedroom. Standing in front of the
mirror I look at the image of beauty before me, my "Asian
delight", the woman of my dreams, and suddenly I am shocked
into full realization that this is my reflection.
At first I do the usual and look over my shoulder, thinking
that this beauty is standing behind me, and giving no
credence to the fact that my own male image is nowhere to
be found. Finding no-one else in the room I look back at
the image before me and stand frozen to the spot.
I don't know how long I stood staring into the mirror, but
the next thing I know my wife is standing behind me screaming
"Who the hell are you? And where is Ken?"
I immediately step towards Anna and cover her mouth with my
hand to stop the screaming, then try my best to placate her
enough to get a few words in to the conversation. I tell her
that it is me "Ken" and that an amazing thing happened to me,
but this does not seem to help the situation, it only drives
her into a deeper shock.
The next 10 or 15 minutes are spent sitting next to Anna on
our bed and I am telling her things that only I would know,
to prove who I was beyond any doubt. This appeared to have
a calming effect on her though all she would do is stare and
gasp for breath.
All she said was "I have to get the children off to school.
Stay here for now, I'll be back as soon as I can".
I told Anna to telephone my work and tell them I would be off
sick today and that I would be in touch when I was feeling
better. Then she left the bedroom.
For the next hour or so I stayed curled up in bed
contemplating my situation and what I was going to do about
it. As soon as Anna left to take the children to school, I
got up and headed straight for my computer and turned it on.
I opened the Techno-Change program looking for a reversal or
"undo" button, but never found one, in fact nothing at all
that indicated that the process could be undone.
When Anna returned about a half hour later she found this
strange girl (me) at the computer and all of her questions
started over again. To help her understand I showed her the
Techno-Change program, plus the original photos I used in
the process. I explained that I thought it was only an
amusing graphics program, and never thought it could really
change people, especially such dramatic changes.
As this was Anna's regular day to help out at the local
nursing home, and she said that she need some time to think,
she changed her clothes and headed for the front door.
Before she left she turned and asked "What are you going to
do?"
"Just stay out of sight and hope this wears of with time" I
replied, though I think my tone of voice gave away the feeling
that I was stuck like this whether I liked it or not.
When Anna left, I again sat quietly and started to consider
my situation, though a little exploration and experimentation
was not out of the question while I waited for her to return.
The first thing I did was to go back to our bedroom and stand
in front of the full length mirror and look at myself. I was
the Asian beauty from the photo in every sense, as far as I
could see, so I decided to look more carefully at the changes.
I removed the T-shirt and boxer shorts that I usually wore as
pyjamas and looked closer at the form before me. I was every
bit the perfect Asian woman I had desired for so long and I
reached out to touch what I saw in the mirror.
First I lightly brushed my now delicate hands across my breasts
and was rewarded with an electric sensation that radiated through
my new body and hardened my nipples instantly. The feeling took
my breath away and sent a shiver through my vagina. Immediately
I lowered one hand to my crotch and let my fingers play through
my soft pubic hair, exploring deeper until they found the folds
of my womanhood.
I fell back on the bed and let my fingers caress the inner walls
of my vagina, then slipped up until they found my clitoris and
began stroking it to a mind-blowing orgasm. While one hand
tweaked and caressed my left breast and nipple, the other hand
delved deeper into my crotch and I was rewarded with a second
orgasm, even more intense than the first.
As I lay panting on the bed, I wondered what it would be like
to dress as a woman and finally have the clothes fit properly,
so I got up and headed for the shower to remove the sweat and
juices of my experimentation. It took all my self-control
trying not to masturbate in the shower, but that was a battle
I lost quicker than the blink of an eye, reaching another
knee-buckling orgasm in a relatively short time.
After I washed and dried myself I headed for my wife's clothes,
and in particular her lingerie draw first of all. I looked
into the drawer with the same expression that I imagine Ali-Baba
had when he saw the treasure cave of the 40 thieves for the
first time. A treasure trove of lace and silky fabrics was
laid out before me and all of it was mine for the taking.
I started with a pair of high cut white panties, that I loved
to see Anna wear, and I pulled them slowly up my legs and
nestled my crotch and ass into their silky softness. Next
I chose a matching bra which I manage to put on properly as
I had practiced with these items before, though I never had
the sensation of such a perfect fit before.
I stood and looked in the mirror for a while drinking in the
new look and feel of this body clad in such fine underwear.
Reluctantly I forced my gaze from the mirror and back to the
drawer to choose a white full slip and white pantyhose to
finish the under-garments, though I was not quite prepared
for the sensation both items gave me as I put them on. The
swish of the full slip over the panties and pantyhose was as
wonderful a feeling as I could ever imaging. A truly feminine
feeling and a girlie sensation that most woman must be used
to or take for granted, but I was relishing every second of
this awakening of my new soul.
I finished the outfit with a flowing cream summer dress and
white strap-on sandals, then stood back to drink in the vision
before me. It was perfection clad in a beautiful outfit,
ready to face the world... but at this point in time I was not
ready to venture outside in case I changed back suddenly in
public, and was humiliated beyond belief.
I contented myself with walking around the house for a few
hours getting used to the wonderful feeling of the clothes
I wore, until Anna came home and caught me in her things.
At first she seemed angry, then she calmed and agreed that
her clothes were appropriate until we found out how to change
me back... if in fact we could change me back. I explained
to her how I was unsuccessful with the Techno-Change program
and bewildered at what to do next, and all she could suggest
is that we sleep on it tonight and hope tomorrow everything
was back to normal.
We agreed that I would stay out of sight and quiet in our
bedroom for the rest of the evening, so our children would
not see me like this, and she told them that I had to go up
country to see my ailing mother on short notice and would be
back later next week. This story should satisfy them for a
few days at least, and give us time to prepare a more
plausible version of why Daddy was not around.
Anna smuggled food and refreshment for me into our room, and
to my delight she brought a bottle of Tequila with some salt
and lemon, my favourite way of relieving tension. As tomorrow
was Saturday, a few drinks and a sleep-in was not out of the
ordinary for us. The children usually got up and made their
own breakfasts on the weekend, then went off with their friends
at the speed of light, to play or shop or whatever suburban
kids did on the weekend.
Later in the evening, after the children were in bed, Anna
and I changed into our pyjamas and laid back on our bed to
watch some television and talk a bit about what had happened,
though neither of us had any answers to that question. As we
casually watched the box and threw back a few Tequila shots,
we both started to relax more and more.
I reached over and stroked Anna's face, saying "Its still me
in here, you know. And I still love you".
"I love you too" Anna replied, "but I am not sure how I will
get used to seeing you like this, if you don't change back
that is!"
"Lets cross that bridge when we come to it" I said, "besides,
I have some things that I want to try before I become myself
again" I told her, then reached over and kissed her softly
and passionately.
I expected Anna to pull back and complain that she wasn't a
lesbian, but she surprised me by returning my kiss with passion
and an enthusiastic fervor. We embraced and kissed deeper,
our tongues dancing with each other and sending sparks of
electricity through my body.
Anna's hand reached out and snaked its way up under my T-shirt,
then quickly grabbed one of my breasts. She massaged it
tenderly and tweaked the nipple, sending more electricity
through me, until I thought I would explode. She shifted
positions then lifted my T-shirt over my head and off,
exposing my small but well shaped breasts and the nipples
standing proudly out from them.
Next Anna nestled down and took one nipple into her mouth
and sucked with a vigor and devotion that was not always
present in our usual love-making. She nibbled my protruding
nipples, then licked and sucked them before shifting her
attention elsewhere. Slowly she kissed her way down my
stomach and used both hands to pull down my boxer shorts,
not the most glamorous sleepwear, but comfortable.
She revealed a pair of her best lacy, high-cut panties that
I wore as a concession to femininity, or the truth be known,
because I really love the feel of them. She continued to
kiss her way down my crotch and nibbled and licked my slit
through the silky material. Very soon Anna had the panties
off too and was tonguing my vagina like a woman possessed.
Her tongue paid particular attention to my clitoris while
she let two fingers probe inside me to work in concert with
her licking and sucking.
It did not take too long for me to experience the most earth
-shattering orgasm of my life. It was true what I have read
and heard about; "a man's orgasm is centred in his groin but
a woman's orgasm fills her whole body and soul". After a
succession of wonderful orgasms we lay back on the bed
exhausted, but I could not leave it there. Weak from the
sex we shared, I reached over and removed Anna's plain cotton
panties and matching tank top to reveal the beautiful body
that I had always desired and worshipped.
In no time at all I had worked my way down Anna's body with
kisses, licks and sucking until I faced her womanhood. Taking
long probing licks of her juicy slit, I soon found her clit so
I nibbled and sucked it until she was bucking her crotch up to
my face. She exploded in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever,
but it did subside enough for her to wriggle around on the bed
and get us into a sixty-niner position.
In this, more accessible, position we made love for what seemed
like hours and brought each other to orgasm after mind numbing
orgasm until exhaustion beat us and we fell asleep holding each
other closely and tenderly.
The next morning I awoke late and alone in bed, and still naked
from the night before. After a few minutes Anna came into the
bedroom and announced that the children had finished breakfast
and were gone for the day, or most of it at least. As she
settled down on the bed beside me we kissed deeply and looked
into each other's eyes in a way I could not remember doing before.
I was the first to break the long silence by commenting on the
previous night's frolic, "I never knew that you were bi-sexual.
Is this a desire you have hidden all of our married life?"
"If you must know..." Anna started to say, "I did some
experimenting with a couple of my girlfriends when I was in
high school, but I have always thought of myself as heterosexual...
until last night that is!"
"Well..." I said, "if I am stuck this way, at least I won't have
to worry about a good sex-life. Last night was sooo good!"
"And I think we can improve on that with practice" Anna said
with an impish grin.
For most of that morning we talked like giddy schoolgirls and
made love with the intensity of women, but sooner or later we
had to face this situation and make some plans to deal with our
family and friends. What were we to do? How would we cope?
And what did the future hold for us?
To be continued...
Find out how Ken and Anna deal with the changes in their lives
in Part 2 of A Techno-Change titled "Where Do We Go From Here?"
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