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Author's note:
Well, it has been a while coming, but here is Part 2 of my first
attempt at TG fiction 'A Techno-Change'. This writing stuff is
not as easy as it looks. I mean, every time I look on
Fictionmania I see new stories and more stories in a series or
on a theme, so it is very easy to just logon and read the wealth
of TG fiction without thinking about how it came to be there. But
now I know how hard all of the authors work at their craft.
I have also read the reviews that were posted about Part 1 and
took on board all of the comments and critique from readers
and other authors. In response to the reviews, I have done a bit
of a re-write of Part 1 to fix a couple of anomalies that occurred,
such as the tense change in the bathroom scene, which I think I
have fixed.
Anyway, here is Part 2.
A TECHNO-CHANGE Part 2 - Where Do We Go From Here?:
That first Saturday as a woman passed without any serious
incidents. 'As a woman', or should I say 'as a girl', because my
body was approximately that of an 18 or 19 years old, and in it's
full adolescent splendour. I could not stop staring at my own
reflection in the mirror, both naked and (my personal favourite)
in various sets of my wife's underwear or lingerie. The 'after'
photo I had chosen for the Techno-Change software was
indeed that of a classic Japanese teenage beauty... and that
was part of our first problem, Thai versus Japanese.
Anna and I had decided to tell our friends that I was the
daughter of her third or fourth cousin and that I was visiting for a
few days (or weeks if I couldn't change back). But our looks did
not suggest a family connection, even by the greatest stretch of
the imagination.
Anna was a classic Thai beauty, which included a darker
complexion that the warmer part of Asia had created. I, on the
other hand, had the typical pale complexion of the classic
Japanese woman. On top of this, our facial features were not
even close, looks that were separated by time, distance and
evolution. To most of our friends this would not be a problem,
so long as we were both Asian they would not be curious, but to
a select few we would need to be on our toes.
A much more pressing question that weekend was "What to tell
the children?" Luckily we had most of the weekend to decide
that as our children were all teenagers who spent most of their
free time with their friends. Shopping, movies, sports,
entertainment, sleep-overs... all the usual teenage activities
that were adult-free zones.
But each of our children were individuals and would react to a
new person in the house differently, so Anna and I spent a lot of
our time that weekend discussing their possible reactions and
how to deal with them.
Andrew, our oldest at almost 18 and in his last year of high
school was possibly our greatest concern at that time. Not only
was he a good scholar with an inquiring mind, but he was also a
typical teenage boy with raging hormones. I was worried that a
new and attractive female in the house would present a
challenge to him, and the thought of being hit on by my own son
was almost too horrible to contemplate.
Melanie, our second child was almost two years younger than
her brother (at sweet sixteen) and of course two years behind
him in school. She made friends easily and was very accepting
of people, maybe too accepting at times. But we thought that
she would become close to me as a new girlfriend and confide
in me as an 'older sister' figure, and that could have presented
a few problems. I didn't know if I was ready to find out that
much of how Melanie felt about things... especially concerning
her feelings about Anna and I in particular.
Then there was Amy, our youngest. At thirteen she was just
starting to blossom into a woman, or a teenager at least, and
we felt that she had enough to cope with on her own as her
hormones changed her body, without throwing a new female
family member into the mix. How were we going to help Amy
through this new change? How could we make it better for her?
These were the thoughts and plans that consumed us for much
of that first weekend, but we had other things that concerned
us... matters of a very pressing and personal nature.
I was overcome with the rapture of female orgasms and took
every opportunity to engage Anna in female to female sex, in
any form that we could imagine and fully explore.
Late on Sunday morning I had just finished another fashion
show, in one of Anna's sexiest bra and panties combinations,
when she emerged from our private bathroom in an outfit that
both shocked and aroused me. The 'peek-a-boo' black satin
bra that exposed her erect nipples left no doubt that she was
ready for action, and the black garter-belt and stockings were
sensual and elegant at the same time. But the protrusion from
her crotch was the thing that had my undivided attention.
Anna was wearing a strap-on dildo that looked every bit of 9 or
10 inches long and as life-like as it could be. Made of firm but
bendable rubber and coloured in pinkish flesh tone it looked
real at first, then as the realisation of the impending events hit
me I was starting to moisten between my legs. My new vagina
was betraying me with feelings that made me feel slutty but
excited.
Anna walked up to me, took me in her arms and kissed me
deeply and very passionately. She said that after our first
lesbian love-making session, just after I changed, that she went
out and bought the dildo to increase our pleasure. I did noticed
at the time that she was really getting into the role change with
her as the sexual aggressor. She showed a side of her that I
had never seen before, a sexually domineering side of her that
was not unpleasant.
At first I was scared at the thought of having that monstrosity
inside me, but Anna sensed my trepidation and kissed me
deeper and more sensually.
She whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, I will be gentle with you.
After all, who better to take your virginity than another woman.
Someone who knows what it is like, first hand knowledge that
is!"
Her words and her tone soothed me somewhat, but the pending
intrusion was giving me mixed emotions. I was excited and
nervous at the same time, all of which was adding to the
arousal I was feeling, and my vagina was tingling with new
female sensations.
Anna gently pushed me back on our bed, then knelt between
my legs at the edge of the bed. She drew me towards her so
that my bum was at the edge, then she lifted and spread my
legs to give her easy access to my crotch. She pushed aside
the silky sheath that covered my vagina and bent down to lick
me fully along my slit. I was already slick with anticipation and
her tonguing made me even slipperier with female juices.
Anna stopped her oral attention to my crotch and moved closer
to me on her knees, aiming that thing directly at my exposed
womanhood. At first she played with the tip of the dildo against
my lips, rubbing it the full length of my opening. Then, ever so
gently, she started to enter me with that huge rubbery cock of
hers.
Aware of my nervousness and wanting to make the moment
memorable for us both, she inched inside me with small thrusts
until she met the expected resistance of my hymen. I went nuts
with the new sensations and the anticipation of being filled to
the hilt with that monster. Sensing that I was ready, Anna made
one determined thrust forward and swept aside all of my
resistance, both the physical and emotional, and she kept
thrusting until I forgot the pain and I writhed in ecstasy and the
throws of another mind-numbing orgasm.
I wasn't sure how long it lasted but the orgasm flowed through
every inch of my new body, leaving me exhausted and almost
breathless. As I came down from the dizzy heights of pleasure,
I offered to do the same favour for Anna, though she declined
and asked that I just tongue her to a climax for now. Which I
did, with all of the tenderness and technique that I could muster.
After what Anna had done for me I wanted to give her as much
pleasure as I could.
At first I thought her reluctance to experience the dildo was a bit
strange, though I did not dwell on it for long as I had other
things to deal with. We showered and dressed to greet our
children and start the evening meal.
As our children came home from their various activities, Anna
started the introductions. Amy was just up the street with her
best friend Beth, so she arrived home first. As the youngest
she was a bit shy at first, though she accepted my presence
and our story quicker than I had expected. We told her I was
her cousin, Kimmy Chanok, and that I would be visiting for a
few days, or maybe longer, we weren't sure.
Andrew and Melanie arrived home at the same time and as
expected Melanie was excited to meet me and started planning
some activities that we could do together, girl stuff. Andrew
was quieter during the introductions, and while Melanie was
talking and planning I thought I saw Andrew out of the corner of
my eye, examining my body in a discreet but lustful way. 'Here
we go,' I thought to myself, 'this could be a real problem.'
After the evening meal and lots of conversation around the
dinner table, Anna got the children rounded-up and headed
upstairs to get ready for bed and school the next day. Anna
managed to drag me away from Melanie when she said that
she and I had a lot of catching-up to do and that we would
probably be up most of the night doing just that... at least that
gave me an excuse to be in our bedroom.
An hour or so later, after a flurry of 'Good-nights' and final
welcomes the children went off to bed, so Anna and I went to
our bedroom to settle down for the night too, though I knew that
her idea of settling down was not going to include sleep for
quite some time.
It was more than good luck that our bedroom was separated
from the children's bedrooms by a study, a linen closet and the
void at the top of the stairwell. This was a buffer zone that gave
us the freedom to be as physical as we wanted to be, even on
the quietest of nights. But Anna decided that a locked bedroom
door would also be advisable, under the circumstances.
Anna and I changed into some of her sexiest nightwear and
waited until we were sure that the house was completely quiet,
assuming that the children were asleep. Then Anna made her
move on me. I had never seen Anna take the sexually
aggressive role before the change, but I had to concede that
considering my current state, I was enjoying being the prey in
this heightened state of sexual play.
As I laid back on our bed Anna crawled toward me wearing a
leopard skin silk teddy and she growled in mock animalistic
pleasure. As she settled down beside me she kissed me
deeply, her tongue searching every inch of my mouth and
exciting me to an almost fever pitch. Her hand drifted across
my chest playing with my nipples through the whisper-thin and
slightly loose fabric of her sexiest short nightie.
Anna continued to massage my breasts and build the sexual
heat to near boiling point, and I knew that I just had to join in
before I was lost in the pleasure. Reaching down between her
legs I briefly massaged her vagina through the silky material
and she purred in response. Moving my fingers further down I
found the snappy-crotch and deftly released her womanhood to
my eager fingers.
All the while Anna was giving the same attention to my new
vagina, through the lacy material that was a pair of her sexiest
panties. More foreplay ensued until we mutually agreed that we
needed more, and quickly. Anna spun around and we got into
a sixty-niner position, then we started to get serious about our
sex games.
Anna slid down the panties I was wearing and lowered her head
to my slit, licking and probing in all of the right places. I
responded with moans of pleasure, then I dragged her crotch
down to my face level to return the favour. We devoured each
other for what seemed like eternity, riding the waves of climax
after wonderful climax until we were both fully spent, so we laid
back and fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning was Monday, a day I usually dreaded as it
was the start of a tedious week at my dead-end job with no
prospects for relief from the usual grind. Anna got the children
off to school as usual and made the excuse that we had talked
most of the night so I was sleeping in for a while.
Anna came back to our bedroom to shower and change, then
said that she too would be out for most of the day, but she
should be back before the children got home from school. She
suggested that since I would have the freedom to roam the
house without being seen, for the first time since the change,
that I should find something of hers that fitted me better. She
said to look in the suitcase full of her old clothes that she kept in
the back of our walk-in closet.
Anna was saving her old clothes for Melanie and Amy, hoping
that they would get some use out of them when they grew a bit
more. But for now, I should try to find some things that I could
wear, which would save us the expense of buying me new
clothes.
When Anna left I dragged out the suitcase and laid it at the foot
of our bed. Then I opened it and stared with wonder at the
things that Anna used to wear, things that I thought were
timeless and very sexy. Of course she hadn't worn many of
these items since Andrew was born, but I had a sneaking
suspicion that they were going to fit me better than anything
Anna currently wore.
I laid a few things out on our bed; a denim mini skirt, skimpy T-
shirt top, a short black dress with string straps, among other
things. There was even a pair of sneakers and short sports
socks in the suitcase, but the gem of the collection was a one-
piece swimsuit I had bought for Anna soon after we were
married. It was a very sexy red Lycra suit with high cut hip and a
plunging neckline and back, thin shoulder straps that crossed in
back, but no ties to dangle and leave irregular tan lines.
As I reverently laid the swimsuit out on the bed I decided that it
was still warm enough outside to go for a swim in our aging
backyard pool, which was still clean and well used from a long
hot summer that was drawing to an end. I quickly discarded my
nightwear and pulled on the swimsuit, adjusting it to fit in all of
the right places.
I nervously turned to look in the full length mirror by our closet
and was awe-struck by what I saw. Anna was right, her old
clothes were a much better fit that her current ones. And if I
was going to be stuck like this for much longer we might be able
to clothe me on the cheap with just new underwear and most of
Anna's old clothes.
'Stuck?' Had I heard myself correctly? I looked myself over
again and thought 'Stuck! If this was being stuck, please let it
be forever'. Again my eyes drank in the vision of beauty that I
had become, and dressed like this it was an even better sight to
behold.
The thin straps of the swimsuit caressed my delicate shoulders
and the plunging neckline exposed a little of my small but pert
and well rounded breasts. The thin material clung to the ever
so slight roundness of my stomach and drew in to form a thin
shield over my adolescent crotch. I just had to try out this
swimsuit, and quickly to cool the fever that was building in my
vagina.
I left the bedroom, grabbed a large towel from the linen closet
and headed downstairs and out into the backyard. I dipped my
toes into the clear water of our pool and shivered briefly at the
cool tingle it gave me. I tossed the towel on a lawn chair and
walked to the deep end where I dived in and glided through the
cool refreshing water.
I lazily swam around for what seemed like hours, but was only
forty minutes or so, relishing the feel of the water on my new
body and the stiffness it brought to my nipples, though it did
manage to quench the fire that was building in my crotch.
I got out of the pool and dried most of the water off my body
then laid the towel over a lawn chair and settled down on the
chair to sunbathe. I thought the seclusion of our backyard
would afford me some privacy, so I wriggled out of the upper
part of the swimsuit and rolled over on my stomach to enjoy the
sun on my back.
At the time I was oblivious to a pair of lustful eyes that were
drinking in my scantily clad form. Gary Welsh, a handsome and
strapping young man in his early twenties, was the contract
gardener who regularly worked on the Wilson's house next
door, our elderly neighbours. The Wilson's were away up north
visiting their daughter and her family, but Gary would work on
their yard no matter whether they were there or not.
Gary had stopped trimming the climbing plants that topped our
dividing fence and was now staring at me with undisguised lust.
I had noticed him out of the corner of my eye, but did not let on
that I knew he was there. I was excited but nervous by his
obvious attention, and the feeling that was growing within me
was becoming more and more daring.
I felt like I was running headlong towards a new experience, but
how could I do anything that could harm my relationship with
Anna... my wife and soul mate. How could I even contemplate
betraying her. The battle raged within my body with over-active
hormones starting to overtake the common sense that I
struggled to hold on to.
All the while I laid still on the lawn chair and almost felt Gary's
eyes on my body, while my mind was screaming for me to do
something about this situation. I knew that this could be the
one and only chance for me to know what it is like to have sex
as a woman, with a real man, how could I let this chance go
passed.
After an all too brief battle of wills between my hormones and
my mind the body won out, so I decided to see how Gary would
react to a little female aggression. Without giving him an
acknowledging glance, I got up and walked into the house with
my breasts exposed to his gaze.
A few minutes later I came out of the house, still wearing the
swimsuit with the top part rolled down and my breasts exposed.
I held a can of cola in each hand and walked straight up to
where Gary was standing at the fence.
"You looked a bit hot so I thought I would get something to cool
you down." I said to him.
"Th-thanks." he said nervously as he reached out for the cola I
offered him, his eyes barely looking up from my breasts.
I thought to myself. 'This time I would be the sexual aggressor,
this time I would control things.' Then I turned and headed
back towards the pool, stopped half way to looked over my
shoulder and I noticed Gary's eyes on my perfectly rounded
bum.
"Would you care for a swim to cool down properly?" I asked
him, and he was over the fence in the blink of an eye.
He came up next to me and slipped his arm around my waist,
pulling me to him for a deep and sensual kiss. We placed our
drinks next to my lawn chair then continued with passionate
kisses while our crotches tried to push passed each other.
Gary had one hand on my left breast and the other on my arse
cheek, and he massaged both with equal enthusiasm.
I was getting too hot for just kissing so I broke our embrace and
stepped back a little to get control over the moment. I
unbuttoned Gary's shirt and traced my fingers down his tight
stomach until I reached his waist, then I undid his shorts and left
them open but not yet off. I stepped back and wriggled
sensually out of my swimsuit, paused so Gary got the full view,
then plunged into the deep-end of the pool.
Gary was undressed and into the pool quicker than he had
cleared the fence, if that was possible. He glided through the
water and up to me where he continued our embrace, but with
more urgency this time. One hand held me close to him while
the other explored my crotch with a bit less finesse than Anna
had used the night before.
I had no doubt of his need or intention as his erection pressed
against my thigh. We kissed again, but it was brief as he
guided his cock into my waiting slit and thrust forward to enter
me completely. We made love there in the middle of the pool,
where Gary's feet touched the bottom and with my legs
wrapped around his waist.
We had only been going for a few minutes when he climaxed
and sent his semen deep within my womb. Luckily I was well
on the way to my own climax and his final thrusts sent me over
the edge for my first (and maybe only) orgasm with a real man.
After we caught our breathe we made our way to the shallow
end of the pool and talked for a while.
Gary asked how long I was going to be around, and if he could
see me again. I told him that I was uncertain about my
immediate plans and that I could not promise anything. I was
especially mindful to let him know that Anna and Ken would not
appreciate what he had just done to their niece, and that he
should be very discrete.
As Gary dressed and left I gathered up my swimsuit, turned on
the pool cleaner and went back into the house. The first thing I
did next was take a long cool shower to beat the midday heat
and think about what I had just done. It would seriously
damage my relationship with Anna if she knew, so I decided not
to tell her, at least for now.
After the shower, and soul searching, I change into some more
of Anna's old clothes. I started with a pair of bright yellow thong
panties, which were some of Anna's newest underwear, but the
style meant that it fitted quite well. This was topped with the old
denim miniskirt and I went braless under the skimpy red T-shirt
top, and that's the way I stayed until Anna arrived home just
after 2:00pm that afternoon.
I was in a sullen mood since my tryst with Garry in our pool, and
I felt pangs of guilt nipping at my conscience. How could I tell
Anna? Should I tell Anna? What would I do if Gary decided to
brag around the neighbourhood? All of these questions and
more were weighed heavy on my mind as Anna walked in.
"It looks like the weight of the world is on you!" Anna said when
she noticed my mood.
Her words snapped me back to reality and I stammered a reply,
Saying, "I was just thinking about the change to me and what I
am going to do."
"Well, you said that the program could not be reversed after the
original run," she reminded me, "but what happened when you
switched the 'before' and 'after' photos?" she added.
"What did you say?" I asked in almost disbelief.
Anna repeated the question and it suddenly dawned on me, I
had not switched the photos around and tried again, I had only
looked for a reversal button or option or menu item on the
program. Was I really that absent-minded? Had I over-looked
the obvious?
I explained to Anna that I had not tried reversing the photos and
maybe that was the answer, that maybe it was that easy all the
time. So we rushed to the computer, booted it up and opened
the Techno-Change program, which only took a couple of
minutes but seemed like an eternity. I quickly ran the program's
Change Wizard again, this time I reversed the photos, and
clicked through the remaining options, then waited for the OK
button... then I hesitated.
I turned to Anna and said "Not yet!"
She looked puzzled, but as I explained that I wanted just one
more night of bliss as a female before going back to my old
boring self, her expression changed to a knowing smile. We
talked for a while and agreed that I could spend one more night
as Kimmy before we reversed the process.
That night we talked with the children over dinner and explained
to them that I (Kimmy) may be leaving the very next day, while
they were at school. We said that the reason for my visit was
concluded and that my parents were keen for me to leave the
city and return home. There was some sadness at the
announcement. Melanie wanted to get to know me better and
was disappointed that my visit was over so soon, but all three of
them accepted the news and said their good-bye's as the said
good-night.
Later, after the house was quiet again and the children were
asleep, Anna and I engaged in the most erotic and fulfilling
night of sexual pleasure that we had ever experienced... either
one of us, together or even before we were married. I felt like I
had to make up for my infidelity that afternoon so I paid
particular attention to satisfying Anna as often as I could.
We made love with our hands, our lips and our tongues, paying
homage to each others body. And Anna used the strap-on
dildo to expert effect on me, giving me multiple orgasms, which
until then I thought was a myth for woman's magazines to make
men feel inadequate. How wrong I was... and the experience
was truly mind-numbing.
Anna remained the sexual aggressor that night and led me
through many experiences that I would never forget, but after
tomorrow would never know again. We fell asleep in each
other's arms, exhausted and deeply satisfied at the same time.
To be continued...
Find out if Ken changes back to his old self in Part 3 of A
Techno-Change titled "The Way Back"
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