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I was feeling a little sorry for myself. I'd broken up with my girlfriend Kristi last week, after I'd found her cheating on me with my friend Eric. Perhaps I should make that ex-friend. I'd walked in on them banging on the same bed Kristi and I slept in when I came back from a trip a day early. Not a pretty scene, with lots of screaming and Eric comically trying to get his clothes and hightail it out of there before I strangled him. So on Friday I found myself in my local bar, watching the ballgame and knocking back a Budweiser. I didn't see her, but I could sure smell her perfume behind me. I turned and looked into the face of an unbelievable knockout. My social skills were on hold as I stared at her; a tall blond with a perfect body and clothes that looked like they were poured on. I could see the stares from the other guys in the bar so I decided to jump in before anyone else had a chance to. "Can I buy you a drink?" I said nervously. She said yes, ordered a Bud herself and sat down at the bar next to me. I tried not to stare, but it was really hard. Her pink top reached only to her midriff, and she had a tight pair of jeans. Her cleavage was inviting me to dive in, but I tried to act cool. Those luscious mounds jiggled ever so slightly when she talked, and I felt my boner pressing against the front of my pants. I asked if she'd like to go somewhere else, a quieter place down the road more geared to conversation. She said sure, and we left, all eyes on me, including some girls that I knew would be texting Kristi the second we left. Good, I thought. Let her eat her heart out. Her name was Dara, and she was truly awesome. After a drink in a dim corner booth, she began to stroke her fingernail up and down the leg of my Levi's. I thought I might burst. My one fear was that this was some kind of set-up by one of my buddies or some psycho killer. After a few beers that fear receded a bit. She suggested that we go back to my place, and I wasn't about to say no. When she pecked me on the cheek, I turned bright crimson from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. I couldn't believe my incredible luck. She even knew all the teams in the playoff and what they were doing. It was like my dream come true. When we got back to my place, I'd barely put my keys down when she kissed me with passion. Her breasts pressed against me and I damn near lost it right then and there. She went for my belt, and knelt down before me as she pulled my jeans and boxers down around my ankles. My cock sprang free, and I moaned as she took it in her mouth. I tried to hold back, but my horniness won out, and I shot my load down her throat in less than a minute. It was kind of embarrassing, but Dara seemed to take it in stride. "I just wanted to taste your cum, Ian. Besides, I bet you can make plenty more," and she gave my softening dick a little squeeze. "I think I know a way to get the process started." With that she began a sexy little striptease. My brain was about to explode. First she shimmied out of those tight jeans, revealing a tiny blue g-string that hid virtually nothing. Then she lifted that pink top, exposing two of the finest, firmest, roundest set of melons I'd ever laid eyes on. It was as if one of those porn stars I'd been yanking my pud to all week stepped out of a video clip and into my apartment. My balls hurt, but I felt myself springing to life again, incredibly. She pushed me back on my bed and crawled on top of me like an animal taking possession of its prey. She stopped to let those tits dangle down in my face, the nipples hard and pierced by little gold barbells, which seemed to have the effect of keeping them constantly erect. I took one in my mouth and felt the heat of it as my tongue played over and around the pointy tips. My recuperative powers had never been put to such a test, but I was ready for liftoff again. She sensed this, and her glorious boob pulled away from my grasping lips. That wonderful feeling was replaced by something even better- her molten pussy. My big cock slid in easily, she was so wet. Dara undulated on top of me, giving me sensations that had never been a part of the equation with Kristi. I'd never felt a vagina rippling, gripping and fondling my dick as this one was. Dara was staring deep into my eyes. "I need your cum, Ian. I need it all. Give it to me." Had I thought about it, I would have thought that was a bit creepy. But I was so consumed with fucking her before she got away or vanished as a figment of my imagination that I pumped to meet her thrusts, burying myself deeper and deeper inside her. She drew blood with her sharp nails, adding a smidgen of pain with the ultimate pleasure. When she leaned down to whisper in my ear how much she needed it, I felt myself start to lose control over my own body, and I whimpered as I dumped another load of my spunk in her cunt. I felt the rippling of her vaginal muscles as they moved along my softening cock, I was completely spent. I found it hard to even prop myself up on my elbow as I watched Dara roll over on the bed. "You're not leaving, are you?" I said. She flashed a mischievous grin. "Not yet I'm not. You see, I got you off twice. But I haven't come yet, and now it's my turn. I need you to suck my pussy, sweetie." There was no way I was going to do that, as I'd just dumped about a gallon of my cum in her. I could see it dripping out. "I, uhh, don't know. It there anything else I could do....?" I was torn between grossing myself out and worrying about losing the most amazing woman I'd even gone to bed with. She smiled. "Well, there IS one thing you could do." "Name it." "Just try these jeans on." "They'll never fit me," I said. "Oh, you'll be surprised. They stretch quite a bit." This had to be the weirdest request I'd ever heard, but if putting on her pants allowed me to keep getting in her pants, I was all for it. She handed me the jeans; they were virtually weightless and incredibly stretchy. I just hoped I didn't rip them. Dara had me point my feet in the air and she gathered the jeans in a bunch. Then, without warning, she swooshed them over my legs. I felt a tingling all over my body, moving upward from my toes. Were they cutting off my circulation? Then the tingling reached my head, and I felt as if I was coming out of anesthesia. "Are you okay?" Dara asked. Her voice echoed a bit in my brain. "I'm...okay, I guess," I said, and caught myself instantly at the sound of my voice. It was female. "What the-" I tried to jump up and couldn't maintain my balance; everything was out of whack. My body was still tingling, but it wasn't my body. "My, but you're a lovely specimen," Dara said. On the third try I steadied myself on the edge of the bed. I looked across at the mirror and what stared back at me was a vision. She was the compilation of every dream girl I'd ever imagined. "How...?" I couldn't even form the question. "I'll explain a bit, but first I have a request of my own." She jumped on the bed, spreading her legs to reveal her leaky pussy. My previous revulsion was buried under a tidal wave of lust that emanated from this body, my body, like radioactivity. I needed to lick that cunt, to get that sweet tasty man cream. I dove at her and slurped eagerly at her hot hole. Dara held my head as she guided me all around her hot spots. I was a whirling dervish with my tongue, and when Dara screamed and buckled, I knew I'd made her cum. I had done that so easily, as if I'd been doing it all my life. I was still panting at my frenzy of cunt licking. My body was churning, and I realized that I had needs of my own. I slipped a hand inside the waist of my jeans and when I touched that spot, I gasped. Dara straddled me now. "You were awesome. I'd like to return the favor." A shiver ran through my body at that thought. But I cleared the cobwebs of desire long enough to ask, "But what just happened here?" "You've become a beautiful, sexy woman. The jeans are involved in that, and no, I don't know exactly how it works. It just does. Most people are pleased with the results." "I'm pleased, I just don't know how this is possible." I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was long and bright red, my alabaster skin broken by the occasional freckle. My proportions were overtly sexual, but not freakishly so. My firm breasts hung perfectly from my chest, without the slightest hint of sag. I felt them gently- they were real, not some silicone balloons. As I stared at my face I knew I was familiar somehow, and I was racking my brain trying to figure it out. Dara wasn't interested. She wanted to take my equipment out for a test ride. She undid the top of my jeans and started to tug at them. "Wait- won't I change back?" I asked. "Not right away, honey." She pulled the jeans all the way off and I spread my legs as far as they would go. Dara kissed down the inside of my leg as I felt the heat build inside my pussy. She gave a few teasing licks at my slit, and I whimpered with need as I thrust my hips at her. My whole body felt like it was on fire now, and I could smell the aroma of my oversexed cunt filling the room. When Dara finally bore down and surrounded my clit with her o-shaped lips, I convulsed with joy. The ripple of ecstasy hit me as I experienced a shattering orgasm. When she flicked her tongue across that little nub, I felt the whole sensation building again. I played with my nipples as she played my vagina like a fine musical instrument. After the fourth or fifth orgasm, I was in tears, the whole thing was so overpowering. And then Dara pulled away. I felt heavy and lifeless, like intense gravity was pulling me down. I couldn't move on the mattress, but I felt the changes. I was morphing back to what I was. Dara watched me with a hint of sadness in her eyes. I couldn't even speak. And then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. "I'm back to being me again," I murmured. "You're always you," she said. "When you wear the jeans you're just another manifestation of the inner you. It could be someone you desire, or something from your unconscious. Whatever it is, it's not another person, it's just you in a different wrapping." "A different wrapping with an insatiable libido." "Well, there's that," she conceded. "I'm going to leave you now. That's the bad news. The good news is that I'm going to leave the jeans with you. It's a very powerful force they contain, so be careful how you use it. And there are some side effects." My heart sank. "Side effects?" "Each time you use the jeans, their effect is cumulative. The longer you wear them, the longer it takes for you to change back. And when you do change back, you'll never go all the way back. You can stop now with minimal effect. But there comes a tipping point from which there's no return. How far you go is your choice, Ian." She had pulled a pair of black tights out of her bag and had pulled them on while she was speaking; before I could formulate my next question, she was gone. Shit, I hadn't even gotten her phone number! Was this really true? I looked at the jeans at the foot of my bed. I was so wiped out that I decided to collapse into bed and figure everything out in the morning. My dreams were full of bizarre couplings and erotic scenes. I tossed and turned, and when I awoke I found myself drenched in sweat. Had it all been a dream? I was inclined to think so, but then I saw the jeans at the foot of my bed. I touched them, and they had a thin, almost gossamer feel to the material. I had to think about this. I went to the bathroom and that's when I got a jolt. The hair on my chest, my legs, my arms, was gone. Even my pubic hair had vanished. My skin was smooth and silky all over. My beard was gone, too. I'd been shaving since I was 16, but I couldn't find a bit of stubble. The hair on my head, though, was a different story. It had gotten maybe an inch longer overnight. And there were now reddish highlights to the brown hair I'd always had. The total effect was to make me look ten years younger. I wasn't overly pleased with this; I looked like a high school skateboarder. At least my junk looked the same, although being hairless made it seem smaller somehow. I was just getting myself some cereal when I heard a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, it was Kristi! What was she doing here? I opened the door. "Hey," I said. Kristi pursed her lips. "Don't get your hopes up. I just came by to pick up my hair dryer that I left here." She had a coldness to her voice that really pissed me off. And then I got an idea. "Wait right here, I'll get it." I went into my bedroom and without hesitation, I pulled on the jeans. I felt the wonderful tingle all through my body as I became the breathtaking redhead again. For an extra added touch, I put on the T- shirt from Bermuda she'd given me last year. My big boobs stretched it out nicely. I sashayed out into the living room with the hair dryer in hand and said in a sultry voice, "Ian said I should give this to you." Kristi was at first shocked, and then I could see her face redden and her jaw clench. As I handed her the dryer, she shouted over my shoulder, "And tell Ian he's a FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!" I stood there smiling. She turned her gaze to me. "Listen sweetie, he's a jerk. I could tell you stories about him." "Well, then, why don't we have lunch?" I said innocently. The wheels were turning in Kristi's head. "Yeah, sure, that's a great idea. O'Connor's on Market Street. See you at twelve. And put on another shirt." She gave me a smirk that told me she thought she knew exactly what she was doing. Boy, she had no idea. I had two hours to get myself together. I hustled to the Mall and dropped a couple hundred bucks at Victoria's Secret and a few other places. By noon, I was looking absolutely fabulous as I waited at one of the outdoor tables at O'Connors. I wasn't sure Kristi would actually show up, but sure enough, she did. She obviously had the same thought. "I didn't think you'd have the guts to show." "Didn't think you would either." It was a good ice breaker. We ordered drinks. I knew that Kristi was pretty bad at holding her alcohol, so when she ordered a ginger ale, I talked her into changing it to a white wine. "I'm not a good drinker," she said. "That's okay, it's just us girls," I said casually. I held out my hand. "I'm Faith." She shook it. "I'm Kristi." For the next hour we chatted, and I made sure her glass was never empty. It took a little while, but she gradually opened up on why she split up with Ian, I mean, why she split up with me. It disturbed me momentarily that I referred to Ian mentally in the third person. "He wasn't that good in bed, and I don't think he was going anywhere career-wise. Eric's a go-getter, and sweetie, he's got an enormous dick." She was starting to slur her words a bit. "I hafta say Ian was a pretty good rug-muncher, though. He did this thing that always got me off." She was giggling now. I knew exactly what that thing was. The waiter came by, and I gave him the hand signal for the check. I told Kristi, "If it's okay with you, I'm going to drive you home. I think you may have had a little too much." I'd been judiciously nursing my wine spritzer the whole time. "No that's okay," Kristi said, but when she went to stand she was a little awkward. "On second thought, mebbe that's a good idea." I took her car keys and asked her for directions to her place even though I knew full well where it was. Two minutes later we were at her door. I opened it and she said, "Thanks for lunch. And break up with that bastard. You're too good for him. Hey, wanna come in for a minute?" I laughed inwardly. I didn't even have to ask. "Yeah, I'd love to see your place." She giggled. "Great." I sat down at the couch I'd been on many times. We'd even done it here once or twice. She returned with two glasses of red wine. She flopped down next to me, and naturally the wine spilled all over her blouse. "Oh, shit," she said. I jumped up and got some wet paper towels. Kristi looked at me helplessly as I hovered over her. I said, "Well, you'd better take that blouse off, it's soaked right through." I started to unbutton it, and as I did, she pushed her chest against me. When her shirt was off, she said, "my bra got stained, too." and in a flash it was off as well. I was staring at those firm mounds with pointy nipples that I'd caressed many times. Time to recalibrate. She was hitting on ME! "I, uh, don't know about this...." Kristi was moving forward. "Come on, you want it too, admit it." And with that we threw caution to the wind. I did that little thing she loved so much and gave her a multiple orgasm. Then she practically tore off my jeans as she dove at my sloppy cunt. We settled into a comfy 69 as I drenched Kristi's face with my pussy juice. I had no idea she was such a professional cuntlapper. Later, we kissed as we smushed our sweat- slickened boobs together. I was a lot bigger than her, but what she lacked in size she made up for with eagerness. Damn, I had no idea what I'd been missing. When we finally disentangled, Kristi gave me her business card with her cell number on back. Then she fell back on the bed and within a minute was sound asleep. It was a twenty minute walk back to my car, navigated surprisingly well in my heels. This body had 'muscle memory' that allowed me to be a woman without flopping around like an awkward man, and for that I was grateful. But it was tiring too, and by the time I got back to my place I was ready for a nap even though it was still the middle of the afternoon. I stripped naked, then put on one of those lovely camis from Victoria and fell onto my mattress unconscious five seconds after my head hit the pillow. The jangling on my cell phone awakened me. The room was dark. Shit, what time was it? Blearily, I read my alarm clock...9:30. I'd been out for more than 6 hours. I grabbed the phone and answered, "Yeah." It was Eric. Last time we spoke, I'd resolved to kick his ass for stealing my girlfriend. Little did he know I'd stolen her back this afternoon. "Ian, man, I'm sorry for all the bad shit that's come down between us." It was noisy in the background, and I knew he was probably at one of two places we usually hung out at. "Yeah, me too." I lied. "You okay? Your voice sounds weird. Could just be the noise here, though," he shouted. "Let me guess. You're at Cromartie's." "Well done. I was just wondering if you could come down, we'll have a few beers, and talk about this man-to-man. " As he said that, I looked down at myself in the cami. I was no longer Faith; I'd changed back again. I needed to do a survey. I put Eric off. "Not tonight man, I'm feeling pretty trashed." "Well, we'll be here all night if you change your mind. We'll play some pool." I always could kick his ass in pool, so that was his way of offering an olive branch. "Okay, I'll take a rain check on the pool. Maybe next weekend." "All right. Feel better, man." When I clicked off, I ran to the bathroom. I'd changed back all right, but as Dara predicted, not all the way. The lingerie didn't fit right now, so I shucked it. My hair was longer and redder now, and my face had changed. My cheekbones were higher and the face was less angular. I still had my cock, but I could definitely tell it was smaller, and my balls had shrunk as well. Plus, I now had a pair of bee-sting tits; small, but definitely noticeable. I'd gone from looking like a high school skater boy to looking like a high school skater girl. Was this the 'point of no return' Dara talked about? I realized that I no longer looked like 'me', and that every time I put on those jeans the difference between 'Faith' and 'Ian' was narrowing. I wondered what to do as I fondled my flaccid little cock. I don't know what possessed me, but I fired up my laptop and went looking for porn. Maybe it was the vague realization that this might be the last time I could wank my cock as a man, but off I went. And there, on the second page I looked at, was my doppelganger staring right at me. Her name was Sylvia, and I checked other clips and found her name was Sylvia Hacek. Googling the name, it turned out she was indeed a porn star but hadn't been active in years. In fact, I calculated that she'd be 48 now, a little long in the tooth for the business. I went back to the clips, and it was somewhat eerie. Sylvia seemed to be staring at me in every clip. She was an equal opportunity slut, fucking blacks, whites, Asians, and women of every stripe. And then I saw a lesbian clip of Sylvia with a woman who looked strikingly like Dara. Could it be? I felt my cock rise to the occasion as I watched the two of them playing with each other, long fingers in each others cunts, breasts heaving, passionate kissing. And then I felt my load pop. It felt like my nuts were going to burst, and my dick throbbed as I watched long ribbons of cum erupt from the tip. And then, as suddenly as it came, it was over. I realized that I liked the orgasmic afterglow a properly fucked woman got. I also realized that even in my current state, the one thing I wanted more than anything else right now was a long stiff cock inside me. So I set out to make it happen. I cleaned myself up and put on the jeans. The feeling was like going from a Volkswagen to a Maserati. Everything was more intense now; my five senses seemed heightened. How could I ever go back to being an ordinary person? I selected a bare midriff top not unlike the one Dara had seduced me in. Cromartie's was hopping, but somehow the crowd at the bar parted for me as I picked up a Bud. I took it into the back room where I knew he'd be. Sure enough, he was playing pool with Jim and Ed and Mark. I knew them all, but as I walked into that room, all they saw of me was my fabulous body and all I thought about them was their hard dicks. Ed missed his shot as he was staring at my tits. Eric sunk the last ball and I said, "I'll take winners," before the ball had traveled to its final resting place. I was a pretty good pool player. I wasn't sure how that would translate, but I had weapons of mass distraction at my command. He was impressed when I racked them up and broke, sinking five balls in a row. He sank four in a row, then missed so badly I knew he was doing it on purpose. "Play me straight up or don't play me at all," I growled. Eric's eyes went wide at that. I ran the table to emphasize the point. We played two more games, and he tried a little harder, but I still beat him each time. We'd drawn a bit of a crowd by now. "You're pretty good with the stick," he said. "This isn't the only stick I'm pretty good with," I replied, drawing oohs an aahs from the crowd. He'd have to take me home tonight or be humiliated in front of the homies, I knew. After my third win, he capitulated and offered to buy me a drink. We went to the bar and got a few beers, and while I noticed the alcohol went to my head a little faster than before, I kept myself under control. I put my hand on his leg and whispered in his ear, "Let's go to your place." He hesitated for a second. "I, um, kinda have a girlfriend." "No problem; I'll just, um, kinda fuck your brains out and be on my way. Unless you'd rather not." He calculated the odds of getting caught and after a few seconds, decided they were acceptable. He grabbed my hand and as we were leaving I could see Jennifer Goldsby, one of Kristi's friends, sending a text on her phone. This was getting good. Back at Eric's place, he stripped naked in record time, and I pushed him panting onto the bed. I shimmied out of my jeans with the sudden realization that I didn't need them any more. I couldn't say how I knew this; I just did. I had become what I was meant to be. What was fun about this is that I even knew what Eric's fantasies were, so I resolved to make as many of them come true as possible. I straddled his prone body, and slid his thick rubbery cock up and down the slick entrance to my pussy. Then I slowly lowered myself down on him, savoring a new sensation, the feeling of a hard cock penetrating me. I squirmed around until I felt it touching a spot inside me that made me shiver with excitement. "Oh!" I said aloud. Having a woman bounce up and down on his cock was one of his fantasies, and now I indulged his second by aching my chest forward and placing one of his hands on my jiggling tits. "Oh, fuck, that's awesome!" he sighed. I'd angled myself perfectly so that he was hitting my happy spot with every thrust, and I felt myself flushing all over. Both his hands were groping me now, and I came with a shiver when he rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, make me come baby, make me come!" I screamed. He did it with both hands now and I was getting all squishy. I diddled my clit just the tiniest bit and it set me off again. I went a little crazy and humped him like a woman possessed. I realized for the first time that I was truly a woman- there was no changing back, this was who I was. There was an awareness of Ian, his life, but it was overlaid with Faith, the here and now. I was aware of this as I felt the warm jets of Eric's cum shoot into my pussy. Eric was a friend who had stolen my girlfriend. The Ian who hovered in the background would not have wanted his seed inside him. But Ian was a spectator now, even as he was satisfied in his own way by the revenge, the stealing of his girlfriend back, and by....... "Why you cheating little bastard!!!" It was Kristi. Obviously she had a key to Eric's place, and obviously she was furious. Eric jumped off the bed, his softening cock abandoning my hot little box. I turned around and I could see the pinched anger on her face dissolve into a look of shock. "It's....you! Why you goddamn slut! How dare you?" She was trembling with rage now. She'd apparently rushed right over, as all she was wearing was cotton shorts and a stretched-out T-shirt with no bra. "You...you know each other?" Eric croaked. There was a moment of silence. "Kristi and I enjoyed a little lesbian interlude this afternoon. She likes having her pussy licked by an expert." She launched herself at me. "You bitch!" I deflected her charge and hopped off the bed. "Perhaps I should be going...." Kristi eyed me coldly, then reached for my crumpled jeans on the floor. "Not without your pants you won't, you cunt." I thought she was going to play keep-away with me, but instead she surprised me by flipping off her sandals and hurriedly pulling the jeans up her legs. It only took an instant but what happened wasn't what I'd expected. Standing in front of me now was a hunky guy, easily 6' 4," the t-shirt Kristi had been wearing in tatters around his massive biceps. "What the fuck.....?" Eric gasped. Kristi looked at himself in amazement. I was just as amazed. I'd never expected THIS kind of change. He clenched and unclenched his fists and bent his arms. "Whoa." he said softly in his deep voice. Eric was stunned as he stood there naked. "Kristi, is that, um, you?" Kristi took two steps forward and hit Eric with a roundhouse punch. He went down like a house of cards in a high wind, unconscious. "Holy shit!" I said. "What happened to me?" said Kristi. "I feel incredibly strange." I led him to a mirror, and he stared at it wordlessly for fifteen seconds. "Did you do this to me?" he asked in a slightly menacing tone. "It wasn't me, but it was the jeans. They seem to have certain bizarre properties." "I'll say," he rumbled. "I have all of these jumbled thoughts in my brain and sensations in my body. He opened his fly to reveal a massive member that had me drooling involuntarily. "I have a cock!" he said slowly. "Yes you do." I reached out to touch it, and he jumped when I did so. "Oh my god, that's so awesome!" I instinctively fell to my knees and kissed the tip of it. I could see it stiffen and lengthen to a full ten inches. It had to be the largest cock I'd ever seen in my life. I looked up into his eyes as I twirled my tongue over the head of it. He was staring at me with incredulous eyes. "Just go with it, baby," I said as I went down on him as far as I could. He was too massive for me to take completely down my throat, so I massaged the rest of him while I sucked on his knob. He got a little weak in the knees at that. "Oh fuck!" he moaned. I backed him over to the bed. I had to have this big thing inside me. It was more than just lust, it was almost primeval. I didn't play around like I'd done with Eric; once I got him positioned with his pants around his knees, I fed that enormous slab of man meat inside me. My insides were all tingly at this giant invader. I was so slick that my pussy had no problem accommodating him. Kristi was underneath me, still trying to comprehend. "You're so hot and wet, Faith! It feels so amazing! Is this what it's like for a guy? No wonder all they want to do is fuck." I put his hands on my tits, and the strong digits massaged me so much better than Eric did. My hips undulated as I let his cock swish inside me. It was so dreamy that I felt myself cumming without any further stimulation. Kristi seemed to come out of his stupor now, and I felt his powerful hips pumping into me. His face had changed, too. It was no longer a look of amazement, but something different- a look of possession. Looking into those eyes I realized that he thought of me as 'his'. Searching my mind, I was coming to the realization that I belonged to him in some way, too. Or at least Faith did. His hands were now gripping my arms so tightly that it hurt me. He was coming with a savage fury and I felt his swollen balls dump what felt like a gallon of his cum inside me. His seed washed all over my insides, and I realized there was something instantly addicting about it. He'd barely finished, and I wanted more. As I came down from my last orgasm, a chill came over me. He slapped my ass and said, "Get off me, bitch." I meekly complied. I realized that I was compelled to obey him. Was this my new life? Eric was starting to wake up from Kristi's knockout punch, and Kristi picked him up and flung him onto the bed as if he were no more than a sack of potatoes. Eric was wide-eyed. "W-who the hell are you?" he asked. Kristi said, "I WAS your girlfriend. I caught you cheating on me with this cunt, but suddenly I find myself in this body." He flexed his muscles. "And it's a good body." Eric was perplexed. "This isn't possible." Kristi roared with laughter. "Yeah, sucks for you. Because what I want you to do right now is suck my big fat cock." 'You're crazy," Eric replied. A lot of things were running through my mind, and a thought came to me. I whispered into Kristi's ear, "You know, if you make him put the jeans on, he'll become a woman who'd love to suck your cock." Kristi's brow furrowed. "But won't I change back? I like being a stud." You pompous ass, I thought. "No. Take your pants down. If you start to change just put them back on- but you won't. Put them on Eric and he'll be as devoted to your dick as I am." There was some truth to what I was saying. Kristi wouldn't change, at least not right away. And I was devoted to his dick, to the point that it was scaring me. What the jeans would do to Eric, I had no idea. I was half-hoping they'd turn him into a stronger stud to kick Kristi's butt right then and there. Kristi thought about it for a moment and said, "Okay. But if this doesn't work you'll be sorry." I held my breath as he removed his jeans, and offered them to Eric. "Put them on or I'll kick your ass again." Eric reluctantly slipped them on and before they made it all the way up his legs he had morphed into a pornstar vision. "Oh!" he squeaked. "How about sucking my cock now, you little cum slut?" Kristi growled. "Mmm," Eric purred as she took the swollen purple head of Kristi's cock in her mouth. As I watched, I calibrated my plan. Kristi was truly insatiable, as his big dong was up to its full ten inches again, fcking Eric's mouth and ramming it down her throat as she couched and choked. It wasn't long before he tensed and blew his load all over Eric's cute little face. Satisfied, he flopped on the bed next to his latest conquest. Eric looked a bit dazed by it all. As I watched Kristi on the bed, I saw the changes begin. His softening penis was shrinking rapidly, and the rest of his body was losing its muscular definition. Kristi, lost in his post orgasmic glow, seemed oblivious. It was then that i got the duct tape out. Before she knew what hit her, I had her legs bound together. Then I wrestled her arms together and taped them as well. Next was a well-placed strip over her mouth. Her tits had started to peek out again, but I could tell that this Kristi would be a different woman than the one that had gone before. And she was mightily pissed. Eric stared at Kristi wide-eyed, unable to move. I grabbed a T-shirt from the closet and put it on her so that she wouldn't be arrested when we went outside. She moved unsteadily on her feet as I led her out to my car. I plopped her in the passenger seat and headed back to my place. She couldn't keep her hands off her body as we drove. "I can't call you Eric, you know, not now. I think I'll call you......Hope." "Hope?" she said, her eyes dreamy. "I like it!" Her hands were up inside her t-shirt now and fondling her tits. I shot an envious glance at her, and I felt the urge to play with them myself. There seemed to be a bond between us that I couldn't quite describe. I felt almost like she was my little sister. When we got back to my place, Hope looked quizzically at it. "Have I been here before?" she said. "No, honey," I said. Which was kind of true. Eric had been here many times, but Hope never had. I wasn't quite prepared for what happened when I went inside. It was my place, but things were....different. Some of the furniture had changed; I tried to remember what had been there before but I was coming up blank. When I went to my bedroom and looked in my closets I had the most amazing clothes. But hadn't I always? I was coming up blank there, too. I came out into the living room and I found Hope with her jeans unzipped and her hand in her pussy. "I'm so horny," she exclaimed sheepishly. Watching her like that made me wet, so I led her to my bedroom. I turned to face her, and as I was taller I lifted her chin and gave her a passionate kiss. Hope sighed and kissed me back even harder. Our nipples rubbed together under our shirts and our steaming crotches ground together. She pulled my shirt over my head and leaned down to softly kiss my breasts as I purred contentedly. I pulled her t-shirt off and we slowly danced, our pointy nips each tracing circles around the others'. I could smell our pussy juice as I writhed against her. I couldn't take it any more, so I pulled her onto the bed with me, and quickly shed the rest of my clothes. Hope followed suit, and as she threw the jeans to the floor I wondered how long this thing of beauty would last. She then dove between my legs and began sucking on my cunt, and all rational thought fled. She pushed me to a plateau that seemed to last forever, where I drifted in and out of orgasmic bliss. It was like she was a drug I was addicted to. I just sighed contentedly and let it happen. I must have slept at some point; it was a little difficult separating my dreams from reality as I lay in bed. But I woke to Hope suckling my breasts as she cuddled me, and when she was sure I was awake, she whispered in a small voice, "Please, I need you to suck my pussy so bad." I could hardly refuse, and in a flash she'd assumed the 69 position atop me, the delicate folds of her vagina just inches from my face. She was so wet, steamy and inviting that I was drawn like a moth to a flame. Hungrily lapping up her dribbling juices, I was rewarded by her talented tongue on my own clit. As I sucked her nubbin, it seemed to grow steadily bigger. Her hips swayed slightly and it was hard to keep locked on my target but my efforts paid off as I felt her screaming into my crotch. "Omigod, I'm coming! I'm commmmmmmmmm......" Her gushing orgasm drenched my face in her sweet perfume. She shuddered on top of me, and as I flicked my tongue at her clit again I was met with another shudder, this one stronger than the last. She didn't gush again, but ground against my face more insistently now. My lips locked on her clitty again and it seemed enormous. I tried to play with her slit, but my finger was blocked. I tried to move but her body seemed heavier and pinned me into place. It was then that I realized that Hope was morphing back into Eric. It was most definitely a cock in my mouth now, and a different kind of thrill went through my body. He was hard, but his rod was maybe only 4 or 5 inches long. I could take the full length down my throat easily and I swallowed it with abandon. I reached up to fondle his hairless balls, and his prick jerked in my mouth. The moans I was eliciting were deeper now, and he started humping my mouth. I relaxed everything and let him treat it like another cunt. After only a minute I could feel his balls tighten and braced myself. His cum was a little spurt at first, then followed by a long, sustained river of his hot jizz. I couldn't believe it was so much, but then I thought back to my own last cum as a man, which I thought would never end. It was, I knew now, a sustained female orgasm, just with sperm added. Thinking back to that seemed so long ago...another time in another world. Eric was still cumming, and I couldn't swallow it all fast enough. It ran out of the sides of my mouth, covering my hair and seeping into the sheets. His body was rigid as it performed this feat of magic. His orgasm was like a spigot that just wouldn't shut off. His little wang kept twitching and twitching, cum still leaking out as I felt him go soft between my lips. I reveled in the warm goo as he slowly moved off me and flopped on the bed. I sat up and looked at him. I realized that the 'real' Eric was becoming a hazy memory to me. But the Eric next to me looked like a member of a boy band. He was somewhat thin and feminine looking, with no hair anywhere on his body except his head. That hair was kind of long and streaked with the blondeness of Hope. His facial features were closer to the beauty of a woman than the roughness of a man. His dick lay flaccid in his lap. He looked more androgynous than anything else. He lay there, panting softly. "What the fuck?" he said. "What's going on? The last few hours are like a big blur. First we're getting it on, then Kristi bursts in, then some guy beats me up, then I'm a GIRL, and doing all sorts of crazy things, and then I'm.....here. Where am I, anyway?" "You're at my place." "Can you explain any of this?" He seemed surprised that his voice was cracking like a teenager's. "Some. Not all." He bounced out of bed and went to the mirror. "Holy shit, look at me. I still look like a girl." He grabbed his small, limp, dick and shook it. "So explain what you can." I took a deep breath. "It has to do with the jeans. They were given to me by a woman who I banged the crap out of." He looked shocked. "Are you...were you...a guy?" "Yes. I wore the jeans and it changed my life. I feel more alive than I ever did as a man. It's hard to explain, but I'm sure you felt it, too." He nodded. I went on. "I went to a bar because the one craving I had was for a man's cock. I needed to feel it in my mouth, feel it in between my pussy lips, feel that hot cum firing up inside me. You were that cock." I noticed that he'd gotten hard as I talked. I knew he wanted a cock too. Awkward. "When we got back to your place, we were interrupted by a jealous girlfriend." "Kristi," he interjected. "Yes, Kristi. What I hadn't anticipated was that she'd put on my jeans. I'm not sure why, but the jeans turned her into a man; there was all the female jealousy in the body of a linebacker." He rubbed his jaw. "He- or she- decked me. Then tried to get me to suck his dick." "I convinced him to put the jeans on you, because you'd then love to suck him. I knew that the effects don't end the minute you take off the jeans; it's cumulative, but he'd been wearing them for a short enough period of time that he wouldn't stay a man for long." "It was long enough for him to blow his wad in my mouth," he said. "But right after that, he started changing back into Kristi again. You never change all the way back, so I'd expect there's still a trace of that man in Kristi." "So I'm never going to change all the way back either?" His face was impassive. "There are really two choices at this point. You can never put the jeans on again and stay as you are. Or you can put them on and resume being the woman you'll eventually stay as. There's a point at which you just know that you're finished changing, that you won't ever go back." He looked at me. "What would you do?" "I can't decide for you. You're still a man at this juncture, a rather cute one at that." His face clouded. "I have the memories and desires of being a woman, though. Being in that body was kind of awesome." I couldn't argue, but it had to be his decision. "You know, Hope is in love with you." When he said that, my heart fluttered. I knew I was in love with Hope as well. He walked over to the jeans crumpled on the floor and pulled them on. Then she kissed me. (to be continued)