The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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One Night Only
Hi, guys. Been ages since I last wrote for you (I seem to always say
that, don't I?) but still I refuse to abandon this wonderful little
world. So, this time I'm trying something new - it's neither strictly
magic nor sci-fi but does involve a change. How? It's something I came up
with I call 'soft sci-fi' in that it may realistically be possible
somewhere within the next few decades (I put a lot of thought into this).
Obviously it's a change from what I usually write, so I understand it
won't be to everyone's taste. Nevertheless, I do hope you enjoy this
piece. It's first-person, as always, and is looking to bring something a
little different to the TG fiction world. I hope you enjoy!
"Heads...you lose." Jay looks up from the coin in his palm, a wicked grin
on his face.
"Best out of three," I protest, "come on, it should be best out of
three."
"We agreed, man," says Jay. "Fair's fair." I consider protesting further,
but if I did there was little doubt Jay would only protest himself if it
went against him second time around, and we'd be here all night.
"Okay, fine - let's get this over with," I sigh. It couldn't be THAT
bad...could it?
We turn to the ominous pink box on the table titled 'One Night Only'. The
blonde on the cover is stunning.
"Okay then," says Jay, rubbing his hands together, "let's see what's
inside."
"Are you sure about this?" I ask.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...do you really want to do 'this'?"
"Look, how old are we?"
"25."
"And how many girlfriends have we had?"
"Altogether?"
"Yes."
"None."
"Exactly, so, in order to try and at least get used to girls, we bought
this box, remember?"
"How could I forget? It cost us $250 each."
"And do you want to throw that money away?"
"We might have already thrown it away," I reason.
"Everyone on that website gave this thing five stars. It's next gen as
far as...this kind of thing goes."
"Dressing up as a woman, you mean?"
"Ah, but it goes beyond dressing up, doesn't it? This thing is at least
fifty years ahead of its time. The only reason it isn't mainstream is
because a lot of people can't accept this kind of stuff."
"Yeah, but...why do I have to be the girl?"
"Because you just lost on the coin toss, obviously. Come on, Mike, you
can't back out now. We made a pact."
"Okay, okay, let's just get it over with."
Jay sits himself down at the table, swivelling the box around with a
smile. "Okay, let's see what we've got - you're not allowed to look,
remember."
"Yeah, yeah."
Jay's eyes go wide. "Holy..."
"What?"
"This stuff's incredible."
"Yeah?"
"No peeking!"
"I wasn't going to!"
"Okay, let's start with this," he says, handing over a razor and bottle
of cream. "First things first - you need to remove all body hair."
"Do we really need to go to all this trouble? It's only for tonight."
"You're not wearing a skirt with hairy legs."
"Who said I was wearing a skirt?"
"Come on, take the stuff. Oh, and you need to suck on this." He hands
over a small red wrapper.
"The hell's this?"
"Just suck it whilst you're getting all smooth and then come down. It's
not poison or anything!"
"Fine, fine," I sigh. I just really want this over with. What the hell
was I thinking when I agreed to this madness?
Standing in the shower, it's only as I run the razor down my leg that I
realize how truly ridiculous I'm starting to feel. The irony is, if I was
a real girl, I'd be fine with this - shaving my legs I mean. If anything,
I have to at least be grateful it's Jay's house we're in and not my own.
He's doing alright for himself, is Jay. Comparing this house that he has
all to himself is a far cry from me still living with my parents and
sister. But like I said, as least it's here and not there. I can't
imagine what I'd do if someone walked in on me dressed like a woman.
Of course, the package promised to do much more than just 'dress me up'
it promised the most realistic 'womanly' experience available. How it'll
do that, I'm really not sure, but at least I can never be rightfully
accused of being boring (at least by Jay).
My legs and underarms now smooth (I never had any chest hair) I look down
at the hair removal cream, smothering my crotch. Why exactly we have to
go this far, I really don't know (Jay's not seeing THAT much) but
apparently it's all part of the experience. Washing the stuff away I find
my cock and balls to be completely smooth. Drying myself off, I stand in
front of the full-body mirror.
At 5'5 I'm not the tallest guy in the world. To be honest, I'm not the
most muscular either and, having shaved only this morning, could be
mistaken for a few years younger. My only real saving grace with the
ladies (if I ever actually managed to get a girlfriend) is my 7 inch cock
which, now looks infinitely more impressive, thanks to my lack of hair
down there.
Wrapping myself in a gown, I head back downstairs where a grinning Jay
awaits.
"All smooth?" I respond just by frowning. "You won't believe the stuff in
here, Mike. I mean it. We're talking state-of-the-art sci-fi, dude. You
ready to be beautiful?"
"Will you PLEASE stop dragging this out?" the moment I utter those words,
my hand clasps my mouth. "What the hell's going on?" I squeal. I sound
like a girl!
"It's that sweet you sucked on," laughs Jay, practically beside himself.
"It temporarily weakens your vocal folds."
"For how long?!" I shriek. My hand goes to my mouth again.
"Just a few hours. Chill, you'll be back to normal by morning."
"I'd better be."
"You sound hot when you're angry."
"Shut the hell up."
"At least now you've got some evidence of how this stuff can work. Come
on, you need to take this pill next."
"Dream on, pal!"
"It's safe, I promise. Look, we might as well go all the way with this
now, right? Just swallow it, and take a glass of water."
It's only out of a desperate need to get this over with that I comply.
"Just remember, I'm only doing this because I'm a man of my word,
alright?"
"Getting less and less manlier all the time..."
"Do you WANT me to carry on?"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm just really excited to see how this all plays
out."
"What's next?"
I sit, resting my arms on the table, as Jay adjusts the wig on my head.
Remember how silly I said I was feeling? It just trebled.
"You did close all the curtains and lock the door, didn't you?" I ask,
"For the third time: yes. Now keep still."
"Are you enjoying this?"
"Like you wouldn't believe. Just as well the wig's for a brunette, eh? It
really suits you."
"Do you really want to mess about with make-up and stuff?"
"Yeah, man. We need you as authentic as possible."
"What are we even gonnna do once I'm 'femmed' anyway?" I close my eyes as
he starts with the mascara.
"I don't know; let's just see where the mood takes us."
"You seem to know what you're doing."
"I helped my sister with a beauty course about a month ago."
"How'd you end up doing that?"
"She's been learning how to train people and, as she needed to practice,
I let her train me up."
"Well that'll be a useful life skill..."
"I did it for her, not me."
"Sounds like you had an ulterior motive to me. Now what are you doing?"
"Applying blush."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"What was that stuff you put on my eyebrows?"
"Oh, it just pulls them together and thins them out. Saves having to
pluck them, which, considering this is only temporary, is pretty handy,
don't you think?"
"I'd just better not look like a drag queen from hell."
"Actually, your features are more delicate than I thought."
"Thanks, what a compliment..." I say with a sigh.
"Okay, last part is the lipstick. Now, I don't want you to panic when
this takes effect."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just...work with me here." Taking the red lipstick, he paints my lips. The
sensation is almost instant - a tingling, and a swelling. In panic I leap
out of my chair, rushing over to the mirror on the wall. I can't believe
what see - my lips are puffing up right before my eyes!
"Mmpphhh!! Bbrpphhhhh"" MMpphhhh!"
"What's that, babe?" laughs Jay.
Speaking slower, I regain control of my fuller lips. "You've given me the
lips of a porn star!" I fume.
"Yeah but...look at the result!"
Taking a second, more careful look, my eyes widen. I don't even look like
me anymore. I look like...my sister or something. "I...I...I look...so
different."
"There's still more to come," announces Jay, proudly.
The next ten minutes are the strangest of all. I'm sat back at the table,
wearing headphones whilst Jay applies my false nails. What's playing
isn't exactly something you can dance to - it's just a strange on-going
whine with a series of bleeps. What that part was for I have no idea.
"There we go!" he declares after a while, with that same sense of self-
satisfaction as before. "Pretty nice, if I do say so myself.
Looking at my nails, I have to agree - not that I'd tell him. "What was
that CD all about?" I ask.
"Oh, you'll find out later," he says cryptically. "Now comes the part
I've really been looking forward to.
"Yeah? What's that? Breast fillets?" I ask, not really sure of what else
can be done other than what's been achieved already.
"We get to play with this," he says, holding up a white pot with a pink
lid.
"And that would be?"
"It's a cream."
"For what exactly?"
"Stand up over there." Out of curiosity, I do so. "Now...lift the back of
your gown."
"I beg your pardon?!"
"I need to apply this to your ass."
"Forget it, you pervert!"
"It's a part of the change! You can't say no!"
"I'll do it myself."
"With those nails?"
I look down at my nails in disgust. "You planned this, didn't you?"
"I just want to make sure it's done right," he smiles, "you're kind of my
doll, you know."
"Fine," I snarl, "but I want you to know this is the creepiest thing I've
ever done." I try to lower my voice to its former male growl, but it's
still that same feminine tone.
"I'll get over it," he chuckles, "come on now."
Bending just a little, I lift the back of my gown. With his touch, I
squeal.
"What's wrong?"
"It's cold!"
"Oh, sorry; Just keep still, it won't take a sec." Biting my puffier lip,
I feel his hands work my buttocks, until suddenly -
"Hey!"
"Relax; its fine."
"Those're my thighs."
"I know, just calm down. There, done. Now, slip these on."
I glance at the 3 inch heel shoes, "Already?"
"You knew it was coming."
He drops them onto the floor and I step into them. No sooner have I done
so, though, do I feel IT...
"Oh. O-oh!"
"It's happening!" he shouts with glee. And 'happening' it certainly is -
my buttocks, swelling just like my lips did. Puffing out more and more
and pressing against each other.
"Make it stop!"
"I can't, I already rubbed the cream in." My thighs are next, swelling
out so much I am forced to spread my legs just to stay upright.
"Outstanding!" he exclaims.
"You bastard! Change me back!"
"I can't - it'll wear off in its own time."
"I feel ridiculous!"
"You look amazing. Come on...let's see the rest."
"No, don't!" Still off-balance, I'm powerless to stop him. He pulls away
my gown, revealing my swollen lower half. The shape is dramatically
feminine, and I know for a fact I'll not be able to walk like a man all
evening. But that's not the worst part - the worst part is as I look down
between my legs. "What have you done?!"
"De-masculised you."
"That's not too far from the truth. My smooth cock and balls have
shrunk...they look tiny!
"It looks like...like..."
"Like you've gone through reverse puberty? That's good - that's what
happens to a shemale who takes hormone replacements early on. No more
testosterone, see?"
"You...gave me oestrogen?"
"No, don't be silly. It couldn't work that fast. This is just an effect
created by reducing the blood flow to your penis and retracing the
muscles."
"Was that...the pill?"
"Yup. Clever girl."
I grab the gown to cover myself, "I hate you, I hate you so much!"
"How appropriate, you sound like a girl having a hissy fit."
"I'm warning you."
"Okay, okay. Look, there's just one last part, 'kay?"
"What's that?"
"Isn't it obvious? Boobies!"
I stand in the centre of the front room once again. Strapped to my chest,
are two suction cups attached to a tube that leads to a small tank held
by Jay.
"Okay, so, basically, the milk duct does exist within men, it's just
completely inactive," he explains.
"How does that help us?"
"Keep listening. You know the tiny opening in a woman's breast where milk
comes out? Men still have those, they're just closed up."
"Don't tell me you're planning to do what I-"
"-Think I'm planning to do? Probably. See, this high pressure will open
up those tiny holes and then..."
"I think I get it."
Okay, let's rock and roll!" He hits the dial before I tell him I'm ready.
Immediately, there's a sharp pinch in my nipples that seems to run all
the way through me. I'll admit, I squealed again.
"S-slow it down," I whimper.
"Oh, don't be such a girl. Sorry, I guess you can't!"
My intended reply to that jibe is quickly forgotten as I hear the sharp
pumping of milk coming from the tubes. Already, my nipples are stiffening
and swelling. In fact, it looks as if I have areolas!
"This....this is insane," I gasp.
"You're telling me," he says, firmly at the controls. "The amazing thing
is there's something in this formula that softens your breast tissue
which means you won't get any stretch marks. Also, once it's all gone,
you won't have any sagging. Cool, eh?"
"I can think of - owwww!!!" My breasts are forming now, and I'm at least
a B cup already. "Okay, I've got boobs - turn it off!"
"Not yet..." he says. Another rush and by new breasts continue to swell. At
this stage I'm really starting to feel the significance in weight
increase.
"Jay, please..."
"That begging's kinda hot," he smirks. Another rush and we're talking D
cup territory. I try to walk towards him but the crazy redistribution in
weight means I can barely walk straight. Finally, with a pop, the two
suction cups are off, with just a thin dribble of 'milk' tracing the
lines of my much larger chest.
"Y-you bastard!" I wheeze, "look at what you've done to me!"
"Oh, believe me, I'm looking," he smiles, putting away the equipment.
Regaining my balance, I find my enormous breasts swaying with even the
slightest movement. "How am I supposed to get by like this?"
"Like most girls - with a good bra."
"No way, I am NOT wearing a bra - it's degrading."
"You don't object to women wearing them..."
"I'm not a-"
"-Woman? We could always put some pics online and let people decide that
for themselves. Alternatively, we could just get on with it and get you
sorted with some support..."
"I am NEVER going to forgive you for this."
The panties are snug, though no-where near as snug as I thought they
might be, but I guess I could put that down to my....*ahem* smaller member.
Jay has to help me with the bra - mainly because I can't really...bend that
way. As the cups lift my boobs, I feel an instant relief, only for a new
problem to rear its head.
"Ow! Stop it! Stop being so rough!"
"I can't help it...your tits are too big." He pulls tighter, resting his
knee against my back for leverage.
"You're going to....paralyze me!"
"There!" a click and the bra is in place - not that that's a good thing.
"How is it?"
"I can't...breathe."
"You're just tense...take a deep breath." Take a deep breath I do...and there
it goes! My bra is fired across the room like a bolt of lightning.
Gravity takes hold of my boobs once again, jiggling like....like....well, big
milky breasts, I suppose.
"You've made them too big!" I wince, cradling my aching chest.
"It's okay. To be honest, this dress wouldn't suit a bra anyway."
"Dress..?"
I'll admit, I never understood why women obsessed so much over their
frame until I saw myself in that full-length mirror. The dress is black,
and hugs every inch of my frame from my belly to my hips to my legs.
There are no shoulders to speak off, my cleavage hugged tight and on full
display. My heels complete the look - there's no way anyone could mistake
me for male right now.
"I'm not wearing this," I say, a little after the fact.
"Michelle...you look amazing."
"Don't try and sweet talk me into- wait, what did you call me?"
"Come on, we agreed whoever changed would need a female name, right?"
"Yes, but..."
"C'mon, man -*ahem* woman- you've played ball so far."
"Fine, I'm a man of my word."
"'Man?'"
"Oh, shut up."
All of a sudden, the doorbell rings. Near-jumping out of my skin, I turn
to Jay.
"Oh...I order pizza," he shrugs.
"Well, I'm not answering the door."
"Er..." he scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "That was kind of the
point..."
"WHAT?!"
"Please? The whole point of this was to make you feel as much a woman as
possible. This is all part and partial." The bell rings again.
"We are going to have a serious chat about this tomorrow," I say, hands
on hips.
"You'll need this," he says, handing over a purse.
"Seriously?"
"Well, you don't exactly have any pockets now, do you?"
"Like I said...we're having a serious chat."
"We will, I promise."
"I can't even see my feet..."
"Stop stalling."
I take the purse, heading downstairs. Another ring. "I'm coming!" (damn
this girly voice...). I swing open the door...
He's tall - Very tall. Even in my heels I can't help but feel
ridiculously small and timid. His eyes cast down at me, but it's not my
eyes he looks into. Straight away, he looks to my cleavage, his eyes
nodding a quiet approval. Already I'm blushing. Someone actually LIKES my
breasts. A little voice at the back of my head tells me I should be very
much creeped out right now, but I can't help but be flattered by the
silent compliment.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi there," I reply. I'm blushing redder. I'm stood before him - with
boobs, wearing panties, my voice an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak
and all I can do is think how stupidly amazing this all feels. Chemicals
rush through my body and suddenly, my panties feel a little tight. Oh no
- I'm getting an erection!
"Someone here order pizza?" he asks.
"Um, y-yes, that's me," I stammer. My shrunken cock is stiffening,
pressing hard against my tight panties - I didn't even know it COULD get
hard like this!
"You got the money?" he's playing it cool, but he still can't take his
eyes from my bulging chest and, lord help me, that only makes my cock
bulge harder too!
"Yes, just a sec," I almost whisper. I reach into my purse, my
fingernails proving an intolerable obstacle as I grasp helplessly at the
coins. A throb causes my knees to buckle. I tell myself I'm not gay. I
repeat it, over and over, but it doesn't seem to help my arousal.
"It's okay," he replies, "take your time." There's a slight smirk on his
face as he looks down at me. A chill breeze sneaks in through the open
door, finding its way up my dress. My breasts feel the cold, my larger
nipples stiffening in response. My lack of a bra sees them rising into
view, which is quickly picked up on by the guy and - oh no! He's getting
hard as well!
I breathe deep to calm myself, only for my boobs to rise and fall with
the breath, further increasing my arousal. I realise it's not the guy
that's turning me on, but my predicament - My humiliation; his wanting
me; all of it.
Money finally in hand, I pass it over.
"Thanks," I say. Another throb in my cock: Don't cum! Don't cum! Don't
cum!
"Take care, miss," he says, with a tilt of his cap. That's the final
straw. I feel it building inside; my cock twitching and balls tightening
- like in a wet dream when you know it's about to happen but can do
nothing about it.
He closes the door just as I start to shoot. I grunt fiercely, my new
voice sounding like it belongs on the track of a porn film. I fall to my
knees, feeling the hot spurting and moistness as I lose all control.
Kneeling, I pant as the throbbing subsides and all I can feel is a great
shame washing over me.
I take the stairs, two at a time, the pizza box discarded on the floor
and my shoes being kicked off as I run (I actually find I have to lift my
skirt just to mount the stairs).
Jay meets my halfway, "did you just...?"
"Get out of my way!" I snarl, making a point of slamming the bathroom
door behind me as loudly as I can.
I step out of the shower, dripping wet, my small smooth cock completely
cleaned of cum. Unwilling to take the time to dry off, I park my swollen
bum on the side of the bath, trying to gather my thoughts.
How long will it be before I change back? How did I get into this
predicament? Is there any part of me that likes being this way? What does
Jay think? - These questions run riot in my brain, refusing to settle. I
feel like I might pass out.
"Are you okay?" the voice startles me. Looking up, I see Jay standing
over me wearing a gown. Silently, I curse myself for having failed to
lock the door.
"I...I..." I'm fine? I'm okay? I want to be alone? Whatever I was about to
say doesn't come. Instead, I feel the warmth of hot tears in my eyes and
the tremble of my puffy lower lip.
"Hey! Hey! It's okay!" his arms come around me just as I break down in
tears.
"W-why am I crying?" I sob, "I never cry!"
"Shhh, Shhh. It's just the CD taking effect."
"W-what CD?" I wipe the tears from my eyes.
"The one you were listening to whilst I was fixing up your nails. It was
a hypnosis CD giving you suggestions to let your emotions just spill
out."
"Y-you bastard! You tricked me!" I try to punch him, only for my hand to
fall limply against him.
"I didn't, Michelle, I didn't. This is all part of the experience,
remember? You agreed to learn what it was like to be a woman."
"I hate it!"
"Is that true?"
"What?"
"I think....I mean, I could be wrong but...I think there's a part of you that
might be...enjoying this slightly?"
"No!"
"Do you swear?"
"I..." and for some reason I freeze. I look left and right, eventually
catching myself in the mirror. I can't believe I just showered in my wig,
but it seems to have held out perfectly. "I don't know what to think."
"Here..." says Jay. And he opens up his robe.
I clasp my mouth, breaking off a squeal. "What are you doing?" He's fully
naked, his seven inch cock hanging between his legs.
"Do you feel anything?" he asks.
"Of course not!" I protest. "I'm not gay." And then I feel it - the
twitching. Both mine and Jay's eyes go down to my cock. It's starting to
harden already. "Oh nooo!" I moan.
"It's okay, it's okay," he says, placing a reassuring hand on my
shoulder. "It's ok because...you're a woman right now, alright?"
"Y-you're right," I reply. I look back up to see his cock stiffening as
well, further increasing my own erection.
"Do you have penis envy?" he smiles. I look at his swelling, rigid dick,
then back down to my tiny, smooth embarrassment.
"Yes," I whisper. I dare to touch his member. It feels warm in my hands.
Jay's hands come down and brush my rigid nipples. I wail in agony at
their sensitivity, lactating just a little. In a moment of mad passion I
grab him by the neck, dragging him down and kissing him on the lips. He
doesn't resist, in fact, he takes control, forcing his tongue past my
lips and finding mine. We don't part for at least twenty seconds.
"In here," he says when at last we break off the kiss. It takes a moment
for me to realise what he means.
I sit on the bed, watching Jay as he pulls a condom over his insanely
large member, before smothering it fully with lubricant.
"W-what are you doing?" I ask, nervously.
"I think you know," he smirks. "Don't worry - I'll be gentle."
I want this. I don't know why but I do. Was it something dormant deep
inside? Or was this a new me emerging from the wonders of a new age? For
the moment, I don't care. I climb onto all fours, turning from him and
raising my engorged buttocks high into the air. I feel him mounting the
bed and my heart thunders. His hands reach me and something inside my
stomach goes giddy.
"Are you ready?"
"Y-yes," I whisper.
"Try to relax..." I feel his tip reach me and immediately clench. He takes
his time though; working it in smoothly.
"How does that feel?"
"I...I...I think I need the bathroom," I reply, honestly.
Jay just laughs. "It's okay...that's natural. Just relax." He starts to
buck in and out. At first I can't feel anything but its presence, but
then comes a shiver from my behind travelling all the way through my
body.
"O-ohhhh!" I claw at the sheets.
"You like that?"
"Uh....uh-huh," I nod. Soon, he's going faster and faster. Any pain has
subsided at this point, as both my nipples and cock stand on end. My
heavy tits, soaked in sweat, slap back and forth with the motion. Their
weight is incredible, but the pull of gravity only furthers my arousal.
It doesn't take long before I'm leaking from the nipples again.
I'm lactating! I'm lactating! The words spiral around inside my head,
sending the blood coursing through my veins.
"I'm cumming-I'm cumming-I'm cumming!" shouts Jay. He's not wrong either.
Even though he's wearing a condom I can feel the fierce throbbing between
my buttocks. This in turn sets me off, as my tiny cock bounces up and
down, shooting all over the sheets.
We collapse in a heap, eventually finding our way under the sheets where
he reaches out to caress my cheek.
"How do you feel?" he asks, as if addressing his new wife.
"...Pretty good," I reply. "Probably just confused myself for life, but at
the moment I'm pretty good."
"I'm glad. You're an amazing woman, Michelle. I wish you could stay like
this forever."
"The limits of technology, I'm afraid," I hum.
"Would you do it though? Stay female if it were possible?"
"I...I don't know. I guess I'd have to try it more first but....maybe."
"Then we'd best hurry technology along," he laughs.
"Well...in the meantime enjoy me for what I am.........one night only."
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