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It started out with all the ingredients for an incredible time, a hot car, a
pocket full of cash and a long weekend off. I hit the road to Vegas
immediately as I got off from work. I figured I would be in "Lost Wages" by
midnight and that I would be drinking, gambling and hopefully getting laid
shortly thereafter.
The initial part of the trip was uneventful. I missed the worse of the
traffic around LA and stopped at some little town for gas and a burger. I
changed into more casual clothes and tossed my suit in the trunk.
What had inspired this trip was an unbelievable run of luck. First I had
received a promotion at work and a huge bonus and raise. At 25, I was the
youngest district manager in company history. It was quite a thrill seeing my
name Edward Sharpe on the door of my office. No more cubicles for me! I was
just ready to go out and blow the bonus on a new car to replace my 8 year old
Saturn when out of the blue I was notified that a distant relative had died
and left me a absolute cherry 68 Mustang. I received the car the previous
week and decided that it was definitely time for a big road trip.
I crossed the Nevada border around 10:00 and that is when I began to lose
power. I guess I should have had the car checked out before the trip. I
coasted to the side of the road.
"This sucks" I thought as found myself on a deserted highway in the middle of
no- where. I sat on the side of the road for 20 minutes and never once saw
another car. I was just about to start walking down the road when I saw a set
of headlights. I began to wave my arms like an idiot and saw it pulling off
the highway in front of me. I couldn't believe my luck when I saw it was a
tow truck.
The operator got out of the truck and walked over to me. He looked like a
character out of a B-grade movie. He was old with a wrinkled filled face. He
looked like he hadn't shaved in a week. But it didn't matter to me, as I was
so happy to see him.
"So what seems to be the problem?" he asked as he walked up to my car.
"To be honest I'm not sure, it just lost power and died. " I replied.
"Well it's too dark to tell anything here, let me tow it back to my shop and
we'll check it out" He offered.
I began to wonder about the cost, but I was in no position to haggle. Besides
what's a road trip without some misadventures? " Well OK. How far is your
shop?" I responded.
He just smiled and said "Don't worry, I'll have you back on the road before
you know it"
He quickly hooked up the car and I jumped in his truck. We drove down the
road a few miles and then pulled off on a small side road. He told me that I
was lucky that there are not many car repair places out this way. I found out
that he made a few extra bucks patrolling the highway looking people like me.
When we reached his shop he told me that it would take a while to trouble
shoot and that I that I should go to his waiting room. It wasn't much, a few
old chairs, a couch, a Coke machine and an old radio. There were both men's
and ladies rooms, although I couldn't imagine that the ladies room got much
use. Well this wasn't how I expected to start my weekend. I expected to be
gambling instead of looking at 6-month-old magazines.
I was just about to try and get a few Z's when the tow truck operator came in
pulling a handcart. There was a large crate on the handcart.
"I should be able to fix your car, but it will take a couple of hours" he
said. "You are lucky that it is an older car, otherwise you'd have to wait
until I could get the right parts. Since you were going to Vegas I figured
you might want to start gambling now" He then opened the crate and took out a
slot machine. "I found this a few months ago on the side of the road," he
said. "Don't worry it works and it has money in it, I don't leave it out in
the open as the original owners might show up" He said with a wicked grim.
I decided why not, as it beat sleeping on a crummy old couch. I looked at the
machine; it was new and appeared to be in pretty good shape. It took dollars
and I fed in a few to start playing. I suddenly noticed that it didn't have
the normal fruit images that I was used to seeing. Instead there were
pictures of beautiful women. Well this was a pleasant surprise.
When I first grabbed the handle I felt a slight shock, almost like static
electricity, it startled me more than it hurt. I pulled the arm and up came a
pair of huge tits, a pair of long sexy legs and a vagina. Well I didn't win
but it was better than seeing a cherry, a lemon and some grapes.
I played for a while getting a few pairs but nothing too big. All the symbols
seemed to be parts of the female anatomy. There was no key on the machine so
I had no idea of what symbols were worth more. After an hour I was about
even, it beat doing nothing. I put some more money in the machine and pulled
the arm. Up came 3 identical sets of breasts! Out came $20.00 in quarters.
Actually the money wasn't that important it was the trill of winning.
As I pulled the arm again I began to notice a warm feeling spreading out of
my chest. On my next pull I noticed that my arm was now rubbing against my
chest. I looked down in horror as I saw my chest growing. Before my eyes I
was growing a pair of tits! I pulled up my shirt to see a pair of beautiful
D-cup breasts on my once flat chest. I reached down and began to explore
these changes and was startled by the sensitivity of my nipples. I am amazed
by the added weight to my frame. I am fascinated by the way they moved. What
surprised me even more was that I didn't seem to be panicked this sudden
change.
My shirt was barely able to contain my breasts. Without thinking I reached
down and unbuttoned my shirt. I was both fascinated and turned on by the
sight of my cleavage.
I kept looking at my breasts and by force of habit I continued to feed money
into the machine and pull the handle. I had to admit it was a turn on
watching my breasts bounce as I pulled back the arm of the machine.
I didn't even see what was happening with the machine until it began to shoot
out more money. I looked up to see 3 perfect sexy female asses all in a row.
Suddenly I could feel the same sensation of warmth spreading out around my
ass and hips. I stood up and saw that like my chest, my ass was transforming.
My jeans became too tight and I quickly pulled them off. I tossed them on the
floor next to the couch.
I now had the curves a very hot woman. I noticed my waist had also slimmed
down and I now had a very sexy figure. I had always wanted to get my hands on
a body like this, but I didn't expect that it would be my body. The rest of
me was still male. This couldn't be happening; people don't just change their
sex.
I looked over at my reflection in the window. What I saw transfixed me. There
I was sitting there on a stool wearing just my boxers and shirt. The face was
still mine, but the body was unreal. I was torn between exploring my new body
and the urge to continue playing the cursed machine. There was no way I could
hide this body. And yet part of me said, "Why hide it?"
With one hand I unbuttoned my shirt. Actually that isn't really accurate, as
I actually ripped the buttons off to get at my hard nipples. I slipped off
the shirt completely and tossed it near my jeans. I began to stroke and
massage my nipples. I couldn't believe how big they were! So big and hard!
Just looking at them made me hot! The way they hardened and the growing
sensation of pleasure was completely new to me. As a guy I had never thought
that other parts of the body could give such intense pleasure. No wonder
women loved foreplay so much. The sensations got me so hot and horny, I
couldn't stop playing with them, even if I wanted to.
I was so caught up in my transformations and their wonderful new sensations
that I failed hear the old man enter the room. When he spoke I nearly jumped
through the roof. "So it's happening to you too," he said with a bit of a
chuckle.
My hands went up instinctively to cover my exposed tits. I could only nod.
Before I could speak he said, "If you want to return to normal you have to
keep playing. Unless you want to stay the way you are right now. " He turned
and walked away. "By the way I think that your changes are a big
improvement," he said with a slight laugh.
His laugh snapped me back into reality. I looked at the cursed machine and
noticed that there were now male parts on the dials in addition to the female
symbols. The tits were gone and replaced by a male chest. I had no choice but
to keep playing. I would use up all my whole stash if I had to in order to
return to normal. Yet there was a part of me that was not just accepting of
these changes, but craved even more feminization. Without thinking one hand
began to gently play with my harden nipples as the other hand put money into
the machine
I pulled the arm down and continued playing. The next "triple" I hit was
another step in the wrong direction. Up came 3 feminine hands and arms.
Before my eyes my arms became smooth and thin. My nails grew out and changed
colors. The color of my nails was bright red and looked very sexy. The new
length on my nails made it even easier to excite my nipples
A few minutes later I hit my next triple. It was 3 female faces. I got up and
ran over to the mirror in the ladies room and watched my face transform
before my eyes. My lips grew puffy and luscious, my cheeks changed became
more pronounced. My nose became smaller before my eyes and looked very
petite. My facial hair disappeared. While my face changed my hair grew longer
and changed color. My nondescript brown hair was now a stunning auburn.
Luckily my hair not only grew in length but it seemed to form an actual
hairstyle. I now had shoulder length hair that arraigned itself into flowing
curves. My eyebrows became slim and shifted color to match my new hair color.
I found myself staring at a stunning woman. I had to drag myself away from
the sight to try and play my way back to being a guy. However I began to
think about how my new looks would turn on men. I involuntarily licked my
lips thinking about the idea of some big cock sliding in and out of my mouth.
I was shocked by this idea and I tried to clear my mind and get back to work.
The next couple of pulls were uneventful. I was becoming obsessed with
beating this machine. Yet I also kept looking at myself in the windows
reflection. What I saw was a nearly nude sexy woman. Maybe this isn't so bad
I thought and again I had to try and focus my mind. Was I trying to beat the
machine or did I want to take this further?
I was close several times to getting "triples" of male parts. I just missed
getting the male face two times in a row. I poured dollar after dollar into
the machine. Suddenly I hit another "triple" and it was 3 sets of long
sensual legs. I watched with a sense of fascination as my legs began to
change before my eyes. My once muscular runner's legs grew slim and very
sexy. The hair on legs seemed to disappear. My toenails now matched my
fingernails.
I stood up and looked at myself in the window's reflection. I now looked like
my dream girl, with one exception. The only remaining masculine part of me
was my cock. There was something very erotic about seeming myself as a
beautiful woman while at the same time having a cock. I pulled on my boxers
and tossed them on the pile of clothes. I was surprised to see that my public
hair was also auburn. "So at least I know I am naturally auburn!" I said to
myself with a smile.
I admired by body. I obviously kept myself in great shape. I noticed that I
was tanned all over. Not a single tan line! Well I definitely wasn't afraid
to show off this lovely body.
As I played with my cock I began to wonder how much longer I would keep it
and I also began to wonder did I want to keep it. A battle was being fought
in my mind and my male side was definitely losing. I began to wonder why was
I continuing to play the machine. I certainly didn't want to become more
masculine!
I began to think the strangest thoughts, yet were they all that strange? I
wondered how much money a she-male prostitutes could earn in night? Why was I
thinking about that? I tried to push the ideas out of my mind, but instead
they only became stronger. My mind became filled with ideas and thoughts
about being a call girl. No that isn't exactly right, they weren't thoughts
they were more like memories, my memories. I mean I had been I selling my
body since high school and I earned good money at it. I could actually
remember taking my sister's clothes and dressing up. I could remember the
trill of sneaking out of the house and finding my way to the part of town
where I knew there were hookers. The memories became stronger I could
remember what it was like when I sucked my first cock. I remembered turning
tricks on the weekend. I remember giving my High School Principal a blowjob
after school. I then remembered that the reason I became a call girl wasn't
for the money, but because I loved having sex and that I loved being a slut.
My hands were rubbing both my nipples and my cock.
I was snapped out of my daze by the old man. He smiled at me and asked
"Having fun?" He walked up to me and announced; "Your car will be ready in a
hour Miss." He smiled at me and I could feel his eyes on my body.
I just smiled back at him and said "Thank you love."
I pulled the slot again and noticed that I hit another triple; this time it
was three gym bags. That seemed kind of odd. I then noticed that my old male
clothing had disappeared and had been replaced by a black nylon gym bag. I
emptied the bag on the couch. There was a black short skirt, a red tube top,
a thong, a pair of 5" heels and a purse. I found myself drawn to them. I put
on the clothes and heels. Surprisingly they felt "normal".
I opened the purse and saw that it had makeup and jewelry in it. I went into
the bathroom and began to make up my face. It was as if I had been doing this
my whole life. Soon my already feminine face was made up and looking very
sexy. I put on the earrings and other pieces of jewelry.
As I walked out to the machine I noticed the sway of my ass, the feel of the
heels and the way my breasts moved. It all felt so normal and natural.
I went back to playing the machine, now hoping for the completion of my
transformation to total femininity. I no longer had any desire to return to
being a male. I just wanted to complete my transformation and become a
complete woman. True shemales could earn some good money, but there were much
more open doors to a natural woman, especially in the sex trade. As I pulled
the arm I found myself thinking about sex. I began to fantasize about being
fucked and sucking cock. My nipples were so hard and showed through the thin
material of my top.
I was soon rewarded with another triple, this was what I wanted; it was three
beautiful vaginas. With that, the remaining masculinity in my mind and body
slipped away.
I felt a wonderful sensation of warmth between my legs, I felt my now
unwanted male organ shrink and withdrawn in the growing opening. I was so
excited as I watched this completion of my transformation. My hand slipped
down and I began to finger my newly created pussy. I continued to stroke and
finger myself until I was all wet. It felt so good. I explored and found just
the right spot. I began to finger my clit faster and faster. I retreated to
the couch and continued to finger myself. I growing sensation of pleasure
swept through me as I experienced my first female orgasm.
I lay there for a while and regained control. I looked at the machine and it
was now flashing " High Score. Please Enter Name" Without hesitation I moved
the cursor. I finished with the name "Trisha Edwards." I pressed enter and it
was accepted. There was some electronic noises and music and down into the
tray dropped a small packet I picked it up and saw that it contained my
Nevada Drivers License which now had my new gender and identity. I picked up
my purse and put my new ID inside.
My life started to some into focus. I became aware that I was on my way back
to my home in Vegas after spending some time with a very generous customer
back in L.A. Being a fulltime call girl wasn't so bad. I made great money and
besides I really loved having sex. Deep down I vaguely remembered my old life
and identity, but it no longer mattered. The memories were like a dream. I
looked at the machine and saw my name flashing in the winner's column. I
could barely remember my old name or even what I used to look like. But that
didn't matter as I eyed my body in the reflection of the window.
Suddenly the old man walked in and said, "Your car is ready Honey. It was
just a loose wire, that can happen with old cars"
I felt his eyes on me as he handed me the bill. They look at my lovely body
from my beautiful auburn hair to my pretty toes. He had an evil sexy grim on
his face and he licked his lips as he looks me over. Instinctively I looked
to his crotch and see the growing bulge.
I decided to give him a big tip. But my motives were also selfish as I had a
strong craving to feel a cock in my mouth. I walked over and gave him a long
sensual kiss. For an old man, he is a very good kisser. I feel his tongue
move into my willing mouth. My nipples harden and I feel my pussy getting
wet. My hand slipped down to his pants and I began to massage his growing
cock. With a move, perfected by years of practice, I smoothly unzipped his
pants and slipped his cock out. I glided down to my knees and went to work
with my awaiting mouth. I start my kissing and licking it all over. I felt it
grow as I teased it with my tongue and lips. I licked the head with a skill
perfected by many nights of work. When I wanted to I could get a man off very
quickly. My lips engulfed his hard cock and my head bobbed up and down. It
didn't take long before he came. As I licked him clean I have the strangest
sensation that this is the first time I have done this, when I know that this
isn't true.
As I signed the bill I noticed him attaching a sign to the top of the slot
machine.
He looked at me and said, "I really should keep this part attached, but it is
so much fun letting the player discover what a special machine this is."
He then stepped back and I see what he is talking about. I broke out in a
slight laugh and then leaned over and kissed him good-bye. He was right, it
was much more fun discovering I had been playing a "Slut Machine" all night.
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