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My friend John and I decided to check out some trendy new bar downtown.
It's one of those places where the drinks are twice as expensive, but we
both had some money left over from school and we wanted to celebrate the
beginning of summer.
When we arrived, we walked towards the bar. The bartender was a beautiful
blonde woman. She had hair down to her ass, big blue eyes, and what had to
be the perkiest DD tits I've ever seen.
"How about I get us some shots, Tim?" my friend asked. I told him to order
me whatever he wanted. He knew the names of all sorts of ridiculous drinks
I'd never heard of, so I'm sure he'd bring back something interesting.
Man, that bartender is hot. In fact, there are a lot of hot chicks at this
bar. Maybe John can wingman me.
"Alright, Tim, a Red-Headed Slut for you, and a Cum Shot for me," said
John as he placed the drinks on the table.
"Seriously? Those are the shots you ordered?"
He assured me that, regardless of their risqu? names, the drinks were
tasty, so I downed mine. He was right. It was pretty good. And I could
already feel myself getting drunk.
The night went on as usual. John tried to get me laid. I failed. He bought
me a few drinks to cheer me up. I got a bit too drunk and crashed at his
place. We did this a lot.
Only this time, I woke up feeling strange. Not like a hangover. In fact, I
didn't have a hangover, but my whole body felt strange.
I got off the couch, but could barely walk right when I got my feet on the
ground. I couldn't get my balance and I felt really disoriented, and a
little weak.
I stumbled my way to the bathroom, but when I reached for the handle, I
noticed my hands. The first thing I noticed was the red nail polish. I
thought John may have done it as a prank, but my hand also looked...smaller.
I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
Oh no. That can't be me. It doesn't make any sense.
Staring into the mirror was a busty red head with her face all dolled up.
Her face, which seemed to be my face now, had a set of big pouty lips, and
her...my tits, were a solid D cup. She...I was dressed in a pink tanktop that
struggled to hold my tits in, and pajama pants that say "SEXY" on the ass.
Wait. What was that drink I had last night? A red-headed slut? That damn
drink turned me into a red headed slut.
"Oh, good. You're awake," I heard from John in the living room.
"I think those drinks last night did something to us. I'm sure you've
noticed what happened to you in your sleep."
He knows.
I walked into the living room apprehensively, and looked at John. He
didn't look any different. He still had his manly physique and luscious
brown hair.
Oh no. Oh god no. I'm noticing things about John I normally wouldn't. John
is turning me on.
I'm actually a red-headed slut.
"Um....John. What was your drink called again?" I asked.
"Cum Shot..."
Oh my. Shivers just went down my spine.
"And what did it do?"
He starts to pull down his pants. I wanted to stop him, but I also didn't.
And then I saw what happened to him. His balls were huge. Like the size of
baseballs. My mouth started to water, and I could feel my...thing
getting....wet.
"It's like they keep making cum. I've been leaking all morning. I've
jacked off 3 times this morning already," he said.
Oh man. I'd love to help him out with that. I'd love to suck cum out of
him all day.
No! No, I can't do this.
"John, please put your pants on!" I yelled at him.
"Woah! What's wrong?" he said while trying to comfort me with a hug.
"Please...don't...touch...me," I said while suppressing a moan. "The drink
did what it said it would. I'm a red-headed...slut."
"You mean..." He paused before bursting into laughter.
"It's not funny," I said as I felt myself getting wetter.
"So, you really want this?" He said as he pulled his pants down once
again, laughing.
I'm not proud of what I did next, but I couldn't control myself. I lunged
at his cock and immediately started sucking. My body really wanted it.
Before I knew it, he was deep in my throat, cumming a huge load.
"Quick shooter, huh?"
Why was I saying something like that? Why did I care that he had cum
before I got a chance to get fucked by him.
"Tim...I'm sorry, I should have stopped you. It's just that, the drink
made me really horny," he said with regret in his eyes.
"You still horny?" I asked, not quite knowing why.
John was hard again in no time and this time I wanted him to fuck me.
To my surprise, he started kissing me. His lips felt so amazing on me.
I guess it's a little too late to stop this. I'm going to get fucked by my
best friend, and sadly, the part of me that thinks that is crazy isn't in
control right now.
It felt amazing when he grabbed my breasts.
"Fuck me, John. Fuck me like the slut I am," I said, which shocked John
but didn't stop him from doing it.
I got on my back and he teased my pussy with his cock.
"Put it in!"
Oh. My. God. He started fucking me, and I never wanted him to stop. He was
so deep inside me. It was only a few minutes until I was cumming. If this
is what a female orgasm is like, I might stay like this a little longer.
A few minutes later, I was cumming again, and the third time I came, John
came with me.
We passed out after our exhausting session. We were both covered in sweat,
and I was filled with cum.
I woke up a few hours later, and John was getting dressed.
"That was weird," he said.
"Ya, I'd like to change back before we end up doing that again,"
"How do you plan on doing that? "
"We go to the bartender and explain what happened," I said. I grabbed my
phone (which now had a pink case on it) to check what time the bar opened.
No. That can't be right. It's closed today. Why would a bar be closed on
Sunday?
"Hey babe...I mean, John," I said. Wow, I have to change back before this
goes any further.
"What?"
"The bar is closed today. What are we gonna do?" I asked, almost starting
to cry.
"Hey, man. It's all right. We'll go tomorrow. In the meantime, lets go out
and try to forget all about this."
"Go out? I can't go out like this! I'm a chick. A slutty chick that could
end up doing something stupid if I go out!" I said. "And what would I
wear?"
"Actually, I looked in your closet while you we're sleeping, and it's all
woman's clothes now," he said. "Wanna take a look?"
I went into my room and sure enough, my wardrobe was that of a red-headed
slut now. And boy, was this stuff really slutty.
If I didn't wanna wear a skirt that barely covers my ass, I'd have to wear
tight jeans that leave little to the imagination. All of my shirts were
designed to show off my breasts, and I had a lot of lingerie.
The crazy part is, I was excited to try it all on. I was so thrilled to
show off my body in that clothing.
I started with a red lacy bra and panties set.
Holy shit! I looked so sexy in it. And not sexy like, "I wanna fuck you,"
but sexy like,"Damn, I'm proud of my body."
"Looking good Tim. Or should I say, Tina?" said John as he peeked into my
room.
"I don't feel like a Tina. Call me Rachel."
"Come on, put some clothes on, we're going out," he said as he left the
room.
I decided on a cute black shirt with sparkles on it that showed a lot of
cleavage, and a black mini skirt to match.
Time for some makeup. Somehow I know how to do all of this, so I made
myself look gorgeous.
"How long are you gonna take?" whined John.
"It takes time for us girls to make ourselves pretty for you mean," I
said, not really thinking about the words that were coming out of my
mouth.
As I finished my make up, I noticed a pair of sexy high heels in my
closet. I put them on and we got in the car (John opened my door for me.
This is getting weird.)
When we arrived at the bar, I could see everyone outside staring at me.
The men were fascinated, some of the women were jealous, and a few of the
women had the same look as the men. This was going to be a fun night.
As I approached the bar to get a drink, a man came up next to me and
stopped me.
"Excuse me, the lady will have a Cosmo, I'll have a Jack and Coke," he
told the bartender. He turned to me. "Hi, I'm Mark."
Before the bartender could bring us our drinks, I had dragged him into the
bathroom to suck his cock. This is how the night went. I sucked 8 cocks
and ate out 3 pussies, and John told me that I flashed my tits to a lot of
people at the bar, but I don't remember any of that.
I awoke in John's bed as a very beautiful woman was putting her shoes on
and walking out the door.
"Thanks for the wonderful night," she said, with an embarrassed grin on
her face. I looked next to me, and John was still asleep.
Holy shit! I had a threesome last night.
I felt like a mess, so I decided to go take a shower.
I stripped off my bra and panties and went into the bathroom.
Wow.
I still haven't gotten used to seeing myself in this body. First off, I'm
so much smaller. I must have shrunk about 6 inches in height--not to
mention losing six inches elsewhere. My tits aren't that big, but on my
little body they look great. No wonder I was showing these to people at
the bar last night.
And man, do I love touching them. I could play with these things all day.
Before I know it, one hand is tugging on my nipple while the other is
rubbing my pussy.
I refrained from touching myself long enough to get he shower going. As I
was waiting for the water to warm up, John entered the bathroom and kissed
me. He grabbed my ass. I moaned in p,erasure as his lips were locked into
mine. He shoved me into the shower and started fucking me from behind,
while I bent forward into the stream of hot water.
God damn his cock felt good. He was so deep inside me. I couldn't help but
scream. The drink's effects must have been very strong at that moment,
because I can't believe what came out of my mouth.
"Use me like the fucking slut I am, John!" I screamed at the top of my
lungs. "Fill me up with your sweet cum!"
The fact that his best fiend, now a hot read head, was screaming such
filthy things put him over the top. He came , and that's what put me over
the top. I came so hard that it felt like it went on for days. I shook
uncontrollably, and screamed some pretty nasty stuff about John's cock.
John helped me out of the shower and into bed. I was still weak in the
knees, and the slightest touch would have me thrashing in erotic agony.
When I woke up it was dark. I panicked. Was it too late to go to the bar
and change back?
Thank god, it was only 9.
"The sex earlier today was the best I've ever had, maybe yo shouldn't
change back," said John with a laugh.
"Don't tempt me. This has been way too much fun," I said, while absent-
mindedly playing with my tits. "I'd better change back before this gets
out of hand. Will you take me to that bar."
"Sure. You gonna put on something nice?"
"If by nice you mean sexy, then ya, I don't thinking have much of a
choice. There's nothing modest in my closet," I said. "Let's not forget to
get your effects reversed while we are there."
"My drink wore off last night," John said. "I just fucked you today
because I wanted to."
"You dog!" I pouted at him. I wasn't really upset, because frankly I
wanted it to. I wanted to have sex with my best friend. I can't wait to be
back to normal.
I got dressed and put on my makeup, a routine which was becoming a bit too
familiar. I wore a tight black dress that showed off my booty and titties
nicely. The bra I wore today made them look huge.
I really do like looking like a sexy woman, but I was very excited to get
my old body back, and my old sexuality (even if being a hot chick meant
getting a lot more action).
I felt bad for John. This would sort of be like a break up for him. He
see,s to have grown fond of Rachel, and after tonight she would be gone. I
should treat him well while I'm still a woman.
So I gave him a blow job while he drove to the bar. It's kind of nice,
being able to please my friend like that.
We spent a few minutes in the parking lot finishing up, and I showed him
the cum in my mouth as we got out of the car, and then swallowed it. I'm
going to miss that feeling.
John put his hand on my back as we walked in, and he grabbed my ass a few
times. I'm going to miss that ass.
"I've been expecting you," said the beautiful bartender as we approached
the counter.
"You remember me?" I asked, getting very turned on by the woman I was
talking to. I'm glad the drink made me bisexual.
"Yes Tim, you're hear because you want to be a man again. I can do that
for you sweetie. But are you sure you want to?" She asked.
I had to think about that one for a second. The last few days have been a
wild ride, and I've gotten laid more times as a woman than I ever had as a
man.
Ultimately, I missed being myself.
"I'm sure. Make me a man again!" I pleaded to her.
"I'll mix up a drink that'll make you a man again," said the busty
bartender. "But the change won't happen until tomorrow morning.
"I can deal with that." I tried to hide the wave of excitement I felt
about having one last night as a hot slutty bitch.
She made the drink, which she called a Cock Shot, and I downed it. She
offered it to me free of charge and asked John if he would like anything.
John got a drink called an Orgasm. Sure enough, it caused him to orgasm
right then and there. He excused himself to clean up.
"That gentleman over there would like to buy you a drink," said the
bartender, pointing to an older, but handsome, man across the room. "You
down for one more night of fun, girl?"
"As long as the drinks I have don't stop my transformation back into a
man."
"Any changes made now will only affect the body you're in right now," she
said. "The gentleman over there had a special request."
She made me a drink called a Melon Drop. I took the shot, which was quite
delicious, and waited for the inevitable change. I noticed that a lot of
guys had been staring at me since I walked in. I wonder if any of them
know I used to be a man. After all, this bar serves up some crazy drinks.
Maybe these guys are into that stuff. I'm sure if we would have checked
the Yelp reviews, we would have been warned that some of the drinks would
turn you into a cocksucking slut.
A girl who walked by had a bulge in her pants. She looked at me with a
naughty smile. Another person, with the head of a man and the body of a
woman, was looking me way. How did we not notice the odd clientele when we
first came here?
I looked at the beautiful woman sitting a few bar stools down, and noticed
that her tits were...hairy. In fact, her arms and legs had the body hair
of a fairly hairy man. Next to her was a man who looked fairly normal.
That is, until he spoke.
"I'm gonna go use the little boys room, babe," said the man, in a high
pitched woman's voice that oozed sexuality.
This place was pretty cool!
"You were here on a Saturday," said the bartender, noticing that I had
become distracted by the unusual patrons. "We get a more...normal crowd on
weekends. You're drink should kick in any second now."
As she said this I felt a tightness in my chest, like there was a pressure
building. It kept building until it almost started to hurt. Then all at
once, I heard the rip of fabric and felt a heavy weight on my upper body.
I looked down, and got quite an amazing view. My tits had suddenly become
enormous. I looked like a porn star. No woman would grow tits tis big
naturally, and yet mine looked absolutely real, and absolutely amazing. My
dress had ripped to the point that it barely covered my tits.
"Don't worry, you can be topless here if you want, and I have a change of
clothes back here for when you leave. Now go have fun with those things.
They're extra sensitive now, and I'm sure plenty of guys want to feel
them. And fuck them. And cum in them. Enjoy your last night as a slut,
Rachel."
By the time she had finished, I had ripped my dress off completely. My bra
had already snapped, so I was in nothing but my panties. The whole bar
cheered, and people started congregating around me. I ignored them for a
second, and walked over to the man who bought me the drink. He looked very
pleased with the effects. I shoved his face into my breasts. He started
kissing and grabbing them, and then he sucked on my nipple. The small
crowd around me got very excited, and a few of them, men and women,
started masturbating.
I whispered in the man's ear: "I want you to be the first to fuck me."
That really got him going. I grabbed his crotch, feeling his cock rapidly
grow hard. It was about average sized, but to me it felt so amazing. He
pulled my panties off, picked me up, and put me on a barstool. I spread my
legs, and pretty soon he was ramming his cock deep inside me.
He was the first of many to cum in me that night.
John saw what was going on, and went to the bar to get a drink. Meanwhile,
I was on my knees sucking one cock while stroking another, and there were
guys all around me jerking off. Every few minutes, one of them would cum
on me, and I loved how it felt.
We must have been causing quite a scene. This bar is a lot more
interesting on the weekdays. It was more like a sex club than the posh bar
we thought it was on Saturday.
John came over to our little huddle, but there was something different
about him. Coming out of his pants was a foot long cock. I tried to suck
on it, but it was way too big. I ended up using both hands to give him a
hand job, and he came all over me.
The rest of the is a blur of sex. It was a nice send off for Rachel, but I
was excited to be Tim again.
I woke on the couch, feeling a little hungover. The very first thing I did
was reach down to my crotch.
Oh thank god! My penis is back! I'm a man again.
I looked down to see it, but my view was blocked.
Oh no. The huge tits from last night were still there! In fact, everything
about Rachel's body was still there except the pussy.
I ran to the bathroom, and sure enough, I was Rachel still, but with a
cock (and a cock that was considerably larger than the one I used to have.
It must be at least eight inches.)
Oh god. Rachel's desires must still be in me as we'll, because my cock
looked...delicious. I grabbed my cock, and felt not only the pleasure of a
woman's hand on my cock, but I felt the slutty thrill of having a cock in
my hand. I started to stroke my cock with both hands, and it felt so good.
It was so thrilling, being attached to my own cock. I felt so dirty.
While still stroking my cock, I got on the ground and lift my legs up,
preparing to shoot my load onto my face.
The orgasm I had felt like a combination of a male and female orgasm. My
whole body spammed, and my cock pulsed in intense pleasure.
I laid there, covered in my own cum.
"You alright in there?" John asked from the other side of the door.
"...ya." I said in Rachel's sexy voice.
John opened the door.
"Why are you still Rachel, I thought..." He trailed off as he noticed my
cock. He started laughing.
"Well, you are a man again," said John. "Still a slut?"
"Ya," I whined. "Even my own cock turns me on now."
The look in his eyes turned to one of dirty thoughts.
"I guess I'll have to fuck you in the ass now that you don't have a
pussy," he said.
"Only if I get to fuck yours," I said it without really thinking. This
cock was making me have different thoughts. I wanted to be fucked by John,
but I also wanted to fuck him. I wanted to make him my slut.
"Ya, no thanks."
"So you don't wanna fuck this body one more time before I go back to the
bar and get this all fixed?" I said, trying to be as sexy as possible.
I guess it worked. After he fucked me, I took John's anal virginity. It
was so cute seeing my best friend riding my dick.
We went back to the bar, and went straight to the counter to get me
changed back.
The beautiful bartender laughed when she saw me.
"You wanted to be a man again," she said. "Technically, I did what you
asked. You probably don't find this as funny as me. I'll make a drink to
give you your old body back."
I took the drink, and John and I stayed awhile to have some fun. The
bartender made us some drinks that would be more temporary than the ones
we had before. John drank one that gave him a sexy woman's voice for a few
hours. He dared me to drink three Orgasm Shots, which was pretty intense.
We got pretty drunk, and convinced the bartender to drink one that would
give her bigger tits. She already had DDs, so her new boobs were pretty
huge. She said she might keep them for a few months.
I awoke the next morning, and was pleased to have my old body back.
"Hey Tim! It's you!" said John. "I had a lot of fun with that slutty
chick, but its nice to have my best friend back."
Something was off. John looked different and kind of...attractive.
I must be having some lingering effects, it wasn't as intense as before,
but I think the drink left me permanently bisexual.
"We can still have some fun," I said with a smile.
John and I still mess around once in awhile. It turns out he's pretty
flexible, as long as he gets his dick sucked.
I never got the bartender to change my sexuality back, but John and I
went there often just to have some fun. He had a great time as a woman,
and I turned into Rachel a few times. Mystic's Mixed Drinks is my favorite
bar now.
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