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One Day Only
Hi, guys. Thank you SO much for the positive feedback last outing. You
have no idea how much it inspired me and spurred me on to write you a
sequel. I've tried to take peoples requests & ideas into account, so I
hope you enjoy this piece as much as you did the last one. Please remember
to leave comments below! And thank you again!!!
P.S. If you haven't read the first part, titled 'One Night Only' please do
so now to avoid confusion with what's actually happening. If you're
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"No, this is suicide," I protest, marching across the hotel bedroom.
"Would you sit down?" pleads Jay, "you're making me dizzy."
"I can't do it, Jay," I say, gesturing towards the window, "there are TONS
of people out there."
"I thought that was the whole point?" replies Jay, folding his arms.
"Not...THAT many!"
"Look, would you just chill? Anyone would think you were in girl mode
already..."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you need to take a breather. Sit on the bed, won't you?" Not
knowing where else to go, I comply. "Okay," continues Jay, "first things
first - we're on vacation at one of the most amazing resorts going, yes?"
"Yes...?"
"Okay, so relax some. Secondly, we've talked about this over and over.
You've said yourself you'd like to be a girl again."
"Will you keep your voice down?"
"No-one can hear us. Look, this is only the second time we've been able to
afford a 'One Night Only' box - we need to use it imaginatively. "
"Well, why don't we use it on you this time?"
"Come on, you know it won't be the same. I want you to be a girl and YOU
want you to be a girl. We talked about all this three months ago, after we
turned you into Michelle, and you agreed to the idea of doing it in
daylight, remember?"
"I know, but..."
"I understand, okay? It's gonna be a little scary."
"I look too much like my sister when I change. If anyone sees us it's
going to raise too many questions."
"Oh, don't worry," smiles Jay, "you're not going to be Michelle this
time."
"W-what?"
"I ordered a different box this time. Like you said, it'd be too awkward
with you looking like your sister."
"So...who would I be this time?"
"If we get a move on with changing you, you'll find out." That was a dirty
trick - playing on my curiosity.
"Okay, okay, fine. But if I don't look convincing I'm not leaving this
hotel room - deal?"
"Deal. Man-to-man."
Unlike before, I'd removed my body hair in advance. It was a strange
feeling - like I was preparing myself for the beginning of a great
journey. In a way, I suppose I was. The only difference this time; is that
I have a pretty good idea of what to expect. Like before, Jay was choosing
to keep the contents of the box away from view. What makes things a little
more nerve racking, however, is that this time he won't even let me see
the box itself.
I stand in the bathroom with Jay, having already taken my pill. It feels
weird undressing in front of him as a guy, but I suppose he's seen it all
before at this point. I stand, legs apart, as we watch my penis shrink.
"There it goes!" chuckles Jay, "all small now."
"Stop taking the piss," I frown.
"Sorry." My smooth balls start to tighten. "To be honest," he says, "I'm
surprised your voice doesn't get higher from that alone."
"Will you shut up? You're being really immature."
"Oh, shush. Here, suck on this awhile." He pops the red candy from its
wrapper into my mouth. I suck on it gently, wondering how exactly it works
its magic in making my voice more feminine. I remember Jay saying
something last time about it weakening my vocal folds. I'd ask him now,
but don't want to risk reducing the effects or my voice de-breaking mid-
speech (that would be EXTREMELY embarrassing).
As I stand there sucking, Jay takes a familiar white pot with pink lid out
of his pocket.
"Okay, turn around," he instructs. I can tell from his manner he's
beginning to 'change' in his own way. Last time, something seemed to come
over him gradually, the more feminine I got. I'd admit I quite like it,
were it not so unbelievably embarrassing. He starts to apply the cream on
my buttocks. "Come on, baby, let's see some ass!" I frown, but comply by
pushing my bum further out. His hands work their way down to my thighs,
coating them thoroughly. The prospect of 'swelling' again makes me feel a
little queasy. I think that's mainly because from this point, there's
certainly no going back.
With my candy having finally dissolved on my tongue, I dare to speak.
"Testing...one, two, three..."
"I love hearing your voice like that," comments Jay. I blush, a little
taken aback at the compliment. Clearly he feels it appropriate to start
with the sweet talk.
"Don't get carried away," I say.
"Sorry. It's just I've been trying to hold onto the memory of that voice
for ages and...well, I'm just glad it's as I remembered."
"Jay...it's still me, you know? It's still Mike."
"I know, sorry. Oh! Here we go!"
At first I don't grasp his meaning, but then I feel that almost forgotten
throbbing. "Oh...oh, I can feel it!" I catch sight of the metamorphosis in
the full-length mirror - my buttocks swelling; pushing out. My thighs are
quickly catching up as well - expanding and forcing me to stand with my
legs apart again until it's over.
"I love this stuff!" declares Jay, slapping me hard on the rump.
"Ow!"
"What?"
"That hurt!"
"I barely tapped you..."
"It REALLY hurt."
"Sorry...I never thought before how much more sensitive you must be like
this."
I have to hide my reddening face behind my hand. "Just...get the rest of the
stuff, will you? I hate being half and half."
"Sure, come on through."
"Aren't we doing the breasts?" I ask.
"Not yet...come on."
I'm a little perplexed by this sudden change in formality, but go along
with it anyway being as Jay is the man with the plan.
"Sit down," he instructs, patting the chair of the dresser.
"I hope you know what you're doing," I say, sitting down.
"Oh, I do," he smirks. I can feel it - he's plotting something behind my
back. The part of me that's still Mike wants to stand up to him, refusing
to go further with this until I know what he's planning. But that part of
me is slowly subsiding and I know it's got nothing to do with drugs. I
start to wonder...is this the real me? Is Michelle - or whichever woman I'm
on the brink of becoming - closer to my true nature? I can just see the
look of disgust on my dad's face, or my little brother's mockery.
"Okay; pout," he says. I obey, pursing my lips so he can apply the 'magic'
lipstick. It's a more natural pink this time, not the sensual red like
before. Actually, that's the first alteration he's made to the schedule
yet. As he starts to apply blush, I watch my lips swell gently. In a
strange sort of way, it makes my nose look smaller - more feminine.
"I'b beeb beabing to asp," I stutter; trying to gain control of my swollen
lips. I catch sight of Jay's smile as I do. "I've been meaning to ask," I
say at last.
"Yeah?"
"That cream you use on my ass and thighs; how come it doesn't make your
hands swell up?"
"That's a good question," he nods, approvingly. "It's actually genetically
modified so it only affects certain types of tissue. Also, it's only
receptive to someone who's taken one of those pills. Anyone else just gets
a tingling sensation."
"I can't imagine who makes this stuff."
"Probably some poor guy who got born into the wrong body, like you."
"What did you say?"
"I said it was probably some poor guy-"
"-No, not that, the second bit."
"What bit?"
"You said 'like me'."
"Um, yeah?"
"Jay...I'm not a woman. I'm not transgendered, I'm not a shemale - I'm
nothing like that."
"Hey, chill..."
"I mean it!"
"Okay, I'm sorry."
I sigh, heavily. "It's okay...forget it." He gets to work on the eye shadow.
"That's a bit..."
"Blue? Yeah, it is, isn't it? Don't worry - its water proof, and I'm only
using a bit."
"Been practising with your sister again?"
"A little, but my niece likes me to doll her up as well."
"You're more feminine than I am...it should be you in the dress."
"Ah, but I won that coin toss three months ago, didn't I?"
"I suppose you did."
"Okay, check this stuff out - it's awesome."
"What is it?" I blink, as he attacks my eyelashes with a brush.
"Special mascara - makes your eyelashes longer. This is probably the only
thing in the kit you can actually buy on the normal market."
"Yeah, but I suspect it wasn't with these purposes in mind."
"That's true," he grins. "Okay, come over to the bed."
"Nice try, but I'm not even fully female yet, and you don't get to assume
we're having sex anyway."
"Not that, you ditz," he laughs. "It's headphone time." He holds the
headphones aloft.
"Listen, I'm not sure about that. Crying isn't really me and...well, we
don't really need it, do we?"
"Are you telling me it didn't feel nice to have a good cry last time? Tell
me honestly that you don't want to let it all out again."
"It was really awkward last time."
"No, it was sweet."
"I'm really not sure."
"Please? Come on, there's nothing to say you'll actually have something to
get upset over this time. And I can apply your wig whilst you're in
'trance'."
"Okay, okay," I sigh.
I lie naked on the bed, eyes closed. There's something strangely sensual
about this experience, knowing I'm completely vulnerable whilst Jay paces
around me. The CD I'm listening to is as bizarre as before. Don't get me
wrong, it's relaxing, but it's also a little disorientating. Why couldn't
they have mixed it with music or something? I'm not quite sure how long
I've been here when I feel Jay touching my head, slipping my wig on. I
have to say, there's something really impressive about these wigs, in that
they can get as wet as normal hair and be completely unaffected. They're
difficult to remove as well. Last time I needed Jay to help me get the
thing off and even he found it difficult. Still lying there, I feel Jay
getting to work on my fingernails. He didn't say he was going to do this,
but I guess it's better than having to sit through it later.
Finally, the track finishes and I sit up to remove my headphones. Jay is
sat in a chair opposite, smiling. I look to my nails - he's done them
quite simply, really; keeping them a normal-looking pink but just a little
longer, like a woman's.
"Don't say a word," says Jay, hand outstretched. This has me worried -
what's he playing at? "Okay, now try saying 'I love your magnificent
country, the scenery is positively breath-taking'."
I pause to take in the sentence; then begin unawares. "I...loving your
magni...magni....nice country, the looks are.....very lovely."
Jay erupts into laughter, practically falling off his chair. "Oh...man,
that's amazing."
I sit there, completely dumbfounded. It sounded perfect in my head...but the
words just didn't seem to flow. Also, I seem to have developed some
strange European accent...what is it?
"You....you no laughing!" I stammer.
Jay is wiping tears from his eyes. "Oh...my....*ahem* that is so hot...."
"What you do?" I demand, hands on hips.
"It's the hypnosis CD," he explains. "It puts some temporary 'blanks' in
your speech patterns, making you sound foreign. You can still think
perfectly fine...you just can't speak correctly. Oh, and it gave you an
accent too, you might have noticed."
"What accent is this?"
"Look in the mirror," he says.
I look across to the mirror on the dresser and see exactly what he means.
I'm in a blonde wig - complete with pigtails! "I am..Swedish?" I find
myself wrestling with my 'V's' and 'W's'. I really DO sound foreign.
"See?" says Jay. He holds aloft the 'One Night Only' box, which displays
proudly a Swedish flag. "It's their new international range."
"You change back!"
"I can't, babe. It'll last until you fall asleep. You might as well let me
finish changing you and see the day through."
I want to argue, I REALLY want to argue, but in my current predicament
there's no way I'll be able to hold down a good argument without
humiliating myself completely. "Okay," I nod.
"Great. By the way, I've been giving some thought to your name and, now
that I've seen you like this, I think it's perfect. Just for today, you'll
be 'Anna'. How's that sound?"
"Is okay," I nod.
The last part of the change is the part I'd really have liked to have done
with from the start - the breasts. Jay hooks me up, clamping the suction
cups onto my chest and positioning the nozzles over my nipples. We stand
at opposite ends of the room.
"Okay, here we go!" he announces. At the press of a button, a huge surge
of pressure forces the tiny openings in my nipples apart, flooding them
with 'breast milk'. I wince at the initial pinching, before witnessing the
development of my areolas. My chest starts to fill out in spurts, the
recoil getting stronger each time; forcing my enlarged chest to bounce
more and more.
"You...you stop now," I say, as I note myself approaching a healthy C cup.
"What's that, darling?" teases Jay, "I'm sorry; your accent is too strong
for me to understand."
"You stop machine!"
"I'm sorry?"
I'm still getting larger and feeling the weight along with it. "You making
boobies too big!"
"I'm making what?"
"My boobies! They are too big!" I cringe at my speech patterns and my
idiot-blonde voice.
"Don't you want 'big boobies'?"
"No! Are too big! You make boobies too heavy!" I swear; I want nothing
more right now than to punch this guy in the face.
"Okay, okay," he says, switching it off. I sway with the weight, stooping
and resting my palms on my knees. "Hmm...a good DD, I'd say," He nods.
"You....no have sex later," I scowl. I meant it too - he wasn't getting ANY
action tonight.
"No sex?"
"No...nothing."
That teasing grin forms on his lips. "I can't take this great big stiff
cock and ram it in your ass?"
"No...you not putting your penis in my bottom." My hand goes to my mouth the
moment those words leave it. I can't believe I walked into that one.
Jay takes another minute to get the laughs out of his system. "Okay, look,
I'm sorry. I know this is probably really frustrating right not but I
really think this will work."
"Will not work."
"Just try it, okay? If you hate it, I promise to bring you right back here
and look after you until you change back."
"Promise?"
"I swear on my honour as a man."
"Okay, then." I sense he's finally getting the giddiness out of his system
and reverting back to that trustworthy, supportive man he became three
months ago.
"Let's go down to the pool together."
I lay back on a deck chair beside the pool, my body coated in sun rays.
Jay, rather considerately, has provided me with a sunflower-yellow one-
piece, rather than a skimpy bikini. The crotch is specially made,
concealing my tiny member perfectly. It even makes the right vaginal shape
at the base, so there are no giveaways. From behind my stupidly oversized
yet-also-very-hip sunglasses, I peer out into the world as a woman. The
first ten minutes are awkward to say the least; feeling self-conscious I
become practically contorted as I shift from position to position, trying
to obtain comfort. As I settle down though, my posture becomes much more
relaxed, with it even bothering me a little less that my boobs were
pushing out so much for all to see.
Gazing now, I watch as several muscular men pass my way, each taking a
subtle glance to check out 'the goods' whilst other women look on just as
much, only with envy instead of longing. Eventually, the sun starts to
feel a little TOO overwhelming, and I switch to laying on my front. Jay is
on the chair beside me. I have quietly acknowledged just how good he's
looking right now (not that I'd say). He's clearly reaping all the
benefits from whatever workout regime he's been using, with his pecs,
biceps and abdomen practically chiselled. If I was still in 'Mike' mode,
I'd probably have to confess I feel very inferior when comparing his
masculine body to my short, skinny one. As 'Anna' though, I feel
different. I feel safe, secure and...proud?
After a few minutes of laying on my front, I feel something VERY
unexpected - pins and needles in my boobs. Does that even happen? Who
knew? I make a mental note to check with the internet later on. Upon
sitting up, however, I find something even more shocking - I've leaked!
Just on the ends of my nipples, a little milk has been squeezed out
leaving two patches on my chest.
"Everything all right, Anna?" asks Jay, looking up.
"Yes, is good," I reply, momentarily forgetting my speech inadequacies. I
try to position my pigtails to cover the patches. There are restrooms on
the other side of the pool and I decide, pretty quickly, that I'm going to
have to get across to sort myself out.
The task proves more difficult than expected. With each step, my huge
breasts bounce, nearly shaking off my carefully placed pigtails. In the
end, I give up and just hug my breasts, tip-toeing briskly to the
bathroom.
Stepping inside, I look to see if there's anyone around. The answer comes
in the form of a line of men with their backs to me. Momentarily startled,
a shadow falls over me as another burly man approaches.
"Sorry, darling...wrong bathroom." My face goes crimson. I'm actually being
kicked out of the men's room? A strange feeling runs through my body, like
a shiver.
"Is wrong room?" I ask. In this situation, my foreign accent might
actually help here.
"Yes," he nods, grinning. "This. Is. Men's. Room." I actually find this a
little insulting. I'm not simple, you ignoramus. But at the same time,
there's something unbelievably embarrassing about this that...turns me on? I
start to feel the twitching in my tiny, concealed cock and realise this is
very much the case.
"O-okay, I leave," I stammer, hurrying out. I'm certain I can hear him
laughing behind me.
Thankfully, the ladies' room turns out to be empty. Having finally tidied
myself up, I step back out only to realise just how vicious the sun's rays
have gotten. There's no way I can go back to sunbathing without risking
some serious burns, so instead I slip down into the pool. The cool water
feels sublime against my skin. Feeling a little better about the
concealment of my protruding chest and buttocks, I relax again, content to
glide on the water's surface. I see Jay still chilling out, still keeping
a protective eye on me.
Just ahead, a teenage boy is walking along in a pair of stupidly-oversized
swim shorts, when he stops to look at me. His eyes start to widen, a red
hue highlighting his face. I must look equally as stunned, as I have no
idea what could possibly be embarrassing him this much. Looking down at
myself though, it becomes plainly obvious. The cold water has shot to my
nipples, causing them to harden and press through my swimsuit. Suddenly
mortified, I turn on the spot, swimming away from him. I make my way to
pool side, folding my arms to conceal my perky titties. Dammit, I think to
myself, why does this always have to happen in front of other guys?
"Hi there," comes a female voice. I turn to see a raven-haired stunner
shimmying up beside me.
"Hello," I reply, resting my arms on the poolside.
"Oh, are you foreign?" she asks.
"Yes, I am from Sweden. My name is Anna, how are you?" Lord, I must sound
so simple to her.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Kate. Are you here on vacation?"
"Yes, I am with husband." Wait - husband? What was wrong with boyfriend?
Or just friend for that matter?
"Aw, that's nice. Is he Swedish too?"
"No, he is American."
"Is he showing you the sights?"
"Yes, is all very nice." Kate is mind-blowingly beautiful, that's the only
way to describe her. From her sapphire-like eyes to her pitch-black hair
she's the very definition of perfect. I want her. She's exactly the kind
of girl I long for when I'm Mike.
"I love your outfit," she says, taking an admiring glance.
"Thank you. Are very kind," I say, taking a step back to allow her a
better view. "Yours is...lovely too, I think." 'I think'? Well done, Anna,
you are now officially a walking clich?.
"Do you think so? I think it makes me look a bit butch..." How wrong she is.
She's wearing a bikini with an image of the waves on it; her top, in
particular, complementing her perky tits.
"You have...very nice boobies." I clasp my mouth in shock. Where the hell
did that come from? I'd only meant to compliment her frame!
Thankfully, she seems to grasp my confusion with words, and giggles to
herself. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say." I smile awkwardly,
wrapping one of my pigtails around my index finger. The part of Mike that
still sits in the back of my mind, dares to wonder just how close I can
get to Kate. It's so unfair - here she is showing me far more attention
than she ever would if I were in my male form, and there's nothing I can
do about it. What was I going to do? Impress her with my tiny cock? Show
off just how much bigger my boobs were than hers? Suddenly this whole
thing starts to feel VERY messed up. "Well, I have to get going back to my
husband," she says, "I'll see you later, Anna."
"Bye Kate," I say. A husband - of COURSE she has a husband, you idiot! All
the pretty girls do! They want real men - not sissies who turn themselves
into shemale freaks getting embarrassedly hard inside their one-piece
swimsuits! But I AM hard. And whilst no-one can see it, it's driving me
crazy. Discreetly, I press my crotch against the poolside underwater,
trying to find some relief. It's not all bad, I tell myself. Once I cum
I'll feel perfectly normal again. I won't want to be a woman and instead,
I'll be Mike and just enjoy the rest of the vacation.
Resting there for just a moment longer, I see someone walk past me. It's a
woman in a white dress, walking poolside on the arm of a man. I'm held by
the image, and can't work out why. Looking a little more intently though,
it all comes together. She's pregnant - her belly bulging along with her
breasts. All around her, there's a glow of anticipation - of expectation.
I tell myself, she's earned what she has. She went through puberty, made
love to a man, and how she gets to experience the true definition of
womanhood - pregnancy and childbirth. I don't know when the tears started
to flow. All I know is I feel hot water on my cheeks and know I have to
get out of here.
When I hear Jay approaching behind me, I'm resting my forehead against one
of the lockers of the changing rooms. My tears have since dried, leaving
my eyes red.
"Anna? What's wrong?"
"Is everything wrong," I reply, wishing I could speak normal for just five
freaking minutes.
His hand comes down gently on my bare shoulder. "Tell me..."
"I am freak," I reply, bluntly.
"What? Don't be stupid, of course you're not."
The tears building again, I turn to face him. "I AM freak! I am man in
wrong body and don't understand why!"
"Shhhh," he strokes my cheek gently.
"I cannot...I cannot give birth, I did not grow into woman from being girl.
I am not...this."
"Try to calm down, you're just upset. Anna, you are a-"
"-Make me cum," I blurt out.
"W-what?"
"When I cum I feel normal; all these feelings will go away. This is just
stupid fetish and I will be normal afterwards."
"Anna...I don't think this is just a fetish...is it?"
"Is fetish, is stupid fetish for idiots." I already have my lips against
his, pushing hard. I thrust my chest into him, scraping my rigid nipples
on his granite-hard chest. He complies, finding my tongue with his and
probing deep. I know anyone could walk in at this moment, but I don't
care. I WANT to be caught. I WANT the humiliation. It's all a part of my
horrendous fetish.
My cock is next. Pushing my crotch into his, I let my shrunken member
press against his enormous one that bulges through his shorts. I'm edging
already; on the brink of cumming. My mind is awash with images of Kate -
of being a girl like her. And before I can finish processing these
thoughts - I climax. I moan into his mouth, feeling the hot spurting
between my legs. Some strange, empty feeling immediately washes over me,
making me feel drained and stupid.
I slump to my knees, saddened, but also relieved that it's over. I can be
Mike now - I can be normal and forget this whole stupid thing. As I feel
Jay's hands running through my hair though, I know there's something not
quite right. I reach up, accidentally brushing his still-rigid cock and I
feel...what?
I don't question it. Rising up on my knees, I pull his shorts down, his
seven-inch member springing free and slapping me on my cheek. I wrestle
with it using my tongue, trying to guide it into my mouth. Once
successful, I hold it there with my plump lips.
"Anna...you don't have to-" Wrong, Jay - I do. I need this. I'm a woman and
I need a man - I want to suck cock. Jay's fingers still in my hair, I move
my head back and forth, keeping my tongue firmly on his shaft. I
deliberately make a point of moaning; those beautiful feminine sounds
echoing up my cock-stuffed throat. I try to get his balls to slap against
my chin but he's too big for me - I can't fit him all in!
"Oh...Anna...Michelle...whoever you are, don't stop!" he moans. I have no
intention of stopping. I reach around, gripping his buttocks with both
hands, thrusting so hard I nearly choke. Then, at last, comes the
throbbing - the twitching in his member that tells me he's about to cum. I
have him...he's helpless to keep from spurting and I have all the power.
"Oh! I'm gonna..." I know you are, darling - now give it to me! He bucks
hard, spurting. I have to remind myself to breathe through my nose to
prevent from gagging as he shoots his thick, creamy spunk into the back of
my throat, bathing my tongue in the process.
"Yes..." I gasp, as I withdraw my mouth, cum oozing down my lips, "...make me
woman."
As I stroll back into our apartment, Jay behind me, I have a sense of
clarity I can't quite put my finger on. It's exciting, dizzying, and
frightening all at once - like vertigo.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, locking the door behind him.
"I no know..." I reply, hugging my arms beneath my breasts.
"You're having quite a dilemma, aren't you?" he asks rhetorically, putting
his hands on my shoulders. I coil my neck, rubbing against his strong
hands.
"I...I thought this was only fetish, very embarrassing fetish."
"And now?"
"Even though my horniness gone, I still want to be like this. Is no longer
just arousal."
"You mean...you want to be a woman all the time?"
"I no know. Am so confused. But I think now, I am woman in man's body. Is
so strange...so...disor...disob...dis..." I huff frustratedly.
"Disorientating?"
"Yes, that word. I am afraid, Jay. I feel like I just become someone else,
like I been living falsehood."
"Like you've been living a lie?"
"Yes, a lie no-one told me about."
"Tell me what you want."
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"....To be rid of this stupid, fake accent!"
We both fall about laughing. He takes me in his arms suddenly, from the
front this time, and holds me close. "When you've worked out what you
really want...what you need....I'll be here to help make it happen. We may
have to wait for technology to hurry along though!" he laughs.
"Thank you," I reply, with a contented smile. At least there's at least
one man in this relationship. And it isn't me...
So, guys, what did you think? Are Jay and Mike/Michelle/Anna still going
strong? Do you want another addition to the series? If so, what would you
like to see implemented? More to the point, what are you enjoying about
the series? I'd be most grateful to those who take the time to comment
below, and leave some honest feedback. I really hope you enjoyed this. Ok,
then, bye for now!
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