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"I just don't understand. It seems really out of the blue." This was not
the conversation that John had been expecting to have with his
girlfriend that night. Well, ex-girlfriend now.
"I just don't think it was meant to be anymore. I'm sorry. Goodbye." And
with that Mary hung up the phone.
A wave of emotion washed over John as he lay in his bed. No explanation.
No signs of discomfort. It had come out of nowhere.
"I just wish I could know what she was thinking."
John laid in his bed with his thoughts for a few hours before sleep
finally overtook him. And his wish would be granted in the end.
He didn't wake up as the changes were taking place. Probably for the
better. Panic can cause some issues with transformation. Instead it took
him unaware.
The change took place over the course of a few hours. None of that
instant stuff that people like to think about. A body can't undergo that
sort of shock.
It started with the face. It grew a little longer and a little thinner,
and a little more feminine. The color of his eyebrows slowly got lighter
and his nose grew out a little, and gained a few freckles. His teeth
slowly rearranged themselves, as did his check bones. His smile would
suddenly have been a lot prettier.
The growing out of the hair almost woke him up. Well, it did, but he
didn't realize that was why his scalp was itching. Good thing the lights
were out, or he would have realized that his once light brown hair was
now nearly platinum blonde. Again, not a fast change. The hair grew at
the rate of 2 inches per hour as the rest of the body changed.
Fat and muscle started redistributing itself across his body. His legs
and arms got skinnier, and there was sudden swelling on his chest and in
his butt. The weight from his slowly forming new breasts may have woken
him if he hadn't been on his side. His neck got a little longer and
skinnier as his body generally got shorter, but only by an inch or two.
He even got woke up at part way through the night with a stomach ache,
as his internal organs started changing. He went to the bathroom to pee
standing up for the last time. He knew something was up with his hair
but he just thought it was bed head, and the slightly increased size of
his chest he delusionally chalked up to his new workouts. He barely saw
the change in his nipples and ignored the fact that his arms were
smaller.
When he went back to sleep the real stuff started up. Hair on his arms
and legs started moving back into his body. And that wasn't the only
thing retreating. Once he had finished peeing his penis started
shrinking in size and his balls moved up into his body. The penis
stopped shrinking when it was just small enough to be a clitoris,
sitting prettily atop his newly formed vulva, where his balls and just
finished their transformation into his new uterus and related objects.
Out with the old, in with the new.
After 6 hours, where John had once been lain there was a pretty face
with gorgeous blue eyes framed by long, light blonde hair. He was now
5'4" and weighed less than 110 lbs. His breasts had moved beyond needing
a training bra and had gotten to a solid C cup. His butt was nice and
round, and his slightly tan legs went on for miles.
The beautiful girl seemed out of place in John's bedroom, but that
slowly started changing as well. His black sheets turned a light purple,
pictures of his new self and Mary sprung up on the walls, and his
drawers and closets quickly gained all the new clothes he would need.
The bathroom even gained a few tampons, because John was just getting off
his period. Luckily he wouldn't need to worry about that for another
month.
The last of the stomach cramps was actually what woke John up. He felt
the hair move back and forth as he stretch his beck from side to side.
He thought it was just the pillow. He curled up on his side and put his
legs tight together. That was weird. No sensation from his balls. He
naturally reached down to adjust himself and brushed across flat
surface, than the familiar lips of a vagina.
"What the fuck," was what he was going to say, when he realized his voice
sounded like a girl's. A familiar girl, but he couldn't put a name to
it. Once he realized, he just started screaming.
Off flew the blanket and out flew John, straight to a mirror. He was
staring at the naked body of Jules, his ex-girlfriend's best friend.
Admittedly, his first thought was holy fuck, he looked amazing naked. He
had always wanted to see Jules naked. The best friend fantasy had
crossed his mind multiple times.
That reaction was quickly overridden, though. He stood in shock, staring
into light blue eyes that should have been brown. His face was wrong,
his teeth were wrong, he found himself standing a little shorter.
What the fuck had happened to him?
As he went to grab his phone to call 911, he barely noticed the small
blue fox statue. When the voice and the other end of the phone didn't
seem human, he still didn't put it together.
"Your wish has been granted."
"What wish?! How?"
"As Jules, you can talk to Mary honestly and openly. You can find out
what she was thinking. In fact, she is calling right now."
Mary voice suddenly sprang onto the phone.
"That sounds like a lot of fun Jules, I can't wait for my first night
being single in over two years. I'll be over in an hour or two."
Then she hung up on him. Again. And the other voice came back.
"You told her about this fun new night club. I'd start getting ready if
I were you, you know how long girls take to get ready."
"Fuck this! I wish I were a guy again!"
And another hang up.
John slowly sank in front of the mirror and started crying. There wasn't
much else to do. In a few minutes, however, somebody was knocking at the
door.
"Ms. Brown? I'm here to fix your cable."
John could have just ignored it. He should have. But he got up and went
to the door anyways. The cable guy was shocked when the naked blonde
girl opened the door. He looked her up and down and John could see the
desire in his eyes, despite the apologies on his part. John ran back
into his bedroom and could feel the eyes following him, staring at and
appreciating his fine ass. He started crying anew on his floor.
The cable guy left and eventually John started gathering himself
together. He wanted to eat and almost left the bedroom again without
putting on clothes. He realized he probably should, and walked over to
his new dressers.
He found his bras in the top drawer, right where he knew they would be.
Putting it on was a struggle, because it was something that he never had
to do. He had to think back to watching girls redress themselves and
realized to hook it first, then turn it around. Once he got it on he
could not understand how girls always went around in bras. Maybe they
just forget after all that time. It felt weird having something strapped
around his chest, cupping it. It felt better than just letting his boobs
bounce around, but still, it was almost like wearing a cup around.
Then he got to the panties. Apparently all Jules liked wearing was
thongs, because that was all he could find in the drawers. And he looked
everywhere for an alternative. Eventually, though, he realized he had to
put one on. He chose the one with the most material (still not a lot)
and slipped it up between his legs. He had to admit, it was better than
what he thought it would be. Mainly because he had been taking into
account his old genitalia, not the new. It was weird to have it
basically riding up his ass crack, though. Only when he started moving
to get a shirt on did he feel it start rubbing his new vulva. It sent
tingles through his body, right to the tips of his fingers. He closed
his eyes and started adjusting the thong a little more before realizing
what he was doing and freaking out. Like the (almost) full woman he now
was, he started crying once again. One more thing would have to happen
for him really to be full but that would happen night, even though he
didn't know it yet.
He threw on a big tee-shirt and was about to leave when he glanced into
his closet and saw it. 'It' was the thin red and white stripped dress
that he had seen Jules wearing a few times. And he went insane over it
every time. He had fantasized about her in that dress, actually. And now
he wanted to wear it. Badly.
He grabbed the hanger and went in front of the mirror, pulling off the
tee as he went. He actually had to stare at the dress for a bit before
realizing how he was supposed to get into it. He hadn't realized how
stretchy the material was. No wonder she had looked so good in it.
It fit his new frame as perfectly as he knew it would. He played with
his new hair a little bit, to get it positioned right, then looked at
himself in the mirror. It all looked so right. He had loved looking at
the way the dress had cupped her ass perfectly, and he liked the way it
felt even more. He went over to grab a pair of heels, to see if they
matched. John had always been a stickler for matching. He liked how he
looked a little taller, almost the height he used to be. And the heels
made his butt look even better. The snug fit on his stomach and chest
made him comfortable. The low cut was a little strange for him. He had
never liked wearing v-necks as a guy because of feeling exposed, and
that had not fully changed.
Still, though, he was gorgeous, even without make-up. He started
worrying about that. He couldn't do it by himself tonight, he had no
fucking clue how to. He was going to need Mary's help.
But if he was being forced to go out as a girl, he was going to wear
that dress.
He had liked it, so he knew all the guys would too.
The strangeness of that thought only had a few seconds to sink in before
he heard another knock at the door. He went to answer it without
realizing that he was still dressed as he was. Walking in the dress was
a little weird. He was used to having material between his legs, so
having open air was a very strange experience. It was nice, though, not
having fabric rubbing around down there.
He opened the door to a young man.
"Oh. Uh, hello there miss."
John's first reaction was almost to hit him for saying that, but he
controlled himself. Then he found himself quickly being checked out by
this stranger. He particularly oogled his chest, and when John looked
down, he realized the dress had moved down to show quite a bit of
cleavage.
He pulled it up a bit and said, "Excuse me?"
"Sorry, miss, but I'm here for the bathroom."
John couldn't really say anything else, so he let the kid in. In return
for the earlier transgression, John checked the kid out really quickly.
Scrawny and a little cute, but not an overall looker. Cute butt, though.
John decided that he was not going to change out of the dress. No need
to. He started eating. In a few minutes, he wondered why a Taylor Swift
song was playing before he realized it was his new phone's ring tone.
There was no number displayed, and when he answered, he again heard the
not so human voice.
"This boy is not Mary. Why did he come into your bedroom?"
He instinctively started moving towards the room.
"Because my bathroom is in there. He had to work on it."
"He has wished for something."
John walked into the bedroom and saw the boy frozen facing the bed. John
could see his eyes glance over at him.
"What did he say?"
"He wished that he could have sex with you."
John froze.
"Fuck your brains out was actually the way he put it. But I don't think
he literally meant that."
John knew fear again. He suddenly found himself walking towards the bed,
laying down in front of the boy, and pulling off his thong.
Then he found himself frozen.
But the boy still didn't move. He could see him looking up his dress and
taking in the rest of his body, and he saw a bulge forming in his pants.
"Please. Not that."
The boys pants magically undid themselves and soon enough his erect
penis was pointing directly at his vagina.
"You thought about Jules in this dress. You wanted it. Why can't he?"
"Please. Please. I'll do anything." That language made the penis grow
and get closer.
"My magic has already been released. Something of a sexual nature must
happen to the boy. You will decide."
The penis was almost there. It was the first thing he thought of.
"He should have a small dick!" And before his eyes, the penis shrank to
an inch, fully hard. The guy's eyes burned with rage. And then he spoke.
"She should be uncontrollably horny! " And before John knew it, he could
feel the moisture. And he wanted to be filled. Immediately. He looked
sadly at the tiny penis that the boy now had.
"I want him to be bigger!" And again, the penis grew. Now it was almost
a full foot and John could feel it touching his outer vagina lips. He
wanted it as deep inside of him as he could get it. He wanted it to make
him scream and moan and shake uncontrollably. His sensation already went
past that of his old orgasms. And he wanted more.
He almost said "I want him to fuck me!" Almost. And he realized how
wrong that sounded. So he said the first thing that came to mind.
"Mary! I want him to fuck Mary!"
The boy vanished in a flash.
"So be it."
He gained control back over himself. He had been sweating profusely. It
had almost happened. The guy was gross, though. His libido had relaxed
but his vagina was still soaking wet.
And he thought about what he had said. Mary. He had just wished that
that gross guy fucked his girlfriend. Well, his ex, but whatever.
Crying. Tears. Confusion.
He went back into the kitchen and finished eating. 5 minutes later there
was a knock at the door.
"Hey it's Mary! I have a crazy story to tell you!"
John walked over and let Mary in. And damn did she look good. Her hair
was a little disheveled, though. She looked John up and down and smiled.
"I like that dress. We'll do your makeup in a minute, okay?"
"Okay. So what story did you have to tell me?"
"Right!" Mary moved into the apartment and started making herself at
home.
"I'm in this bathroom, right, and this cute boy walks in on me. He was
really apologetic. But he said he knew you."
John froze. It couldn't be.
"What did he look like?"
"Sort of cute, I don't know. Not really, actually. Cute butt though. And
a huge cock."
John almost wanted to throw up.
"So what happened?"
"Well he was a god-damned good talker. And yea. I figured, I'm single
now, so I should just go for it. And we had sex."
"In the bathroom?"
"Yea. And it was awesome. First orgasm in a long time."
John actually did throw up in his mouth that time, but Mary hadn't
noticed. She kept talking about something else she had bought but John
was distracted.
"So about John, then?"
"What about him?"
"Why did you break up with him, exactly?" He probably sounded a little
too aggressive at that point. He had to keep his emotions in control.
"I don't know. He just wasn't doing it for me anymore. I mean, the other
weekend, before we broke up, I had this amazing sex with Rodrigo again."
"You mean that guy you work with?"
"We, you mean?" John had forgotten that they worked at the same store.
But the fact remained the same.
"So you cheated on him, then?"
Mary stopped. "Are you sure you're okay? I told you about it a couple of
times."
John just couldn't believe it. He ran to the bathroom under some
pretense and started being physically sick. Mary. His love. Had been
cheating on him the entire time. And that Rodrigo guy always smiled at
him and been really nice. John wanted his dick as a trophy. That is what
he could do. He could cut it off.
Bitch is going down. That was the strongest thought occupying his head.
That whore bitch is going down. John looked at himself in there mirror
and smiled. It was a beautiful smile. A winning smile. A sexy smile.
He still didn't have makeup on. He didn't want Mary help anymore.
"I wish I knew how to do that myself."
"So be it." The voice came from her bedside but John hadn't really heard
it. He looked around and grabbed a lipstick tube, opened it, and applied
it.
Easy enough. The red went well with the dress.
The next box he grabbed had the foundation, and he started applying that
expertly too. He knew just what to grab next. After 10 minutes, he
grabbed a curling iron and started on his hair.
When he was done he couldn't believe the result. He looked better than
he had ever seen Jules. He had made his long blonde hair wavy and it sat
perfectly on his shoulders. His skin looked flawless. He almost glowed.
He smiled at the mirror and he was beautiful enough, he almost turned
himself on. A modern Narcissus.
He grabbed the heels from earlier and put them on, but almost tripped
"Shit. I wish I could do this." John heard the voice that time, but he
didn't care. He recovered instantly and walked out with confidence.
When he went back out, Mary's jaw dropped.
"Holy shit Jules. You look amazing." He felt a huge amount of pride well
up inside of him. And a lot of spite, too. He hoped she was jealous.
Jules had always been the more attractive one. Maybe an hour ago John
would have been disturbed at how gratifying that was. But now he was
happy.
"I'd even consider fucking you."
"Well you'd fuck most things that smile at you.' His response was
immediate. He hadn't even thought about it and got worried that he had
blown his cover.
But Mary laughed.
"Oh it takes more than a smile. They normally have to have a cock too."
"Oh I'll get you a cock tonight," though John.
Mary took a few minutes getting ready then they left for the club.
It took John a little to realize why people were looking at him. Guys'
eyes would follow him around every corner. He could feel their eyes on
his ass. He really did feel like an object.
"But at least I'm more attractive," he thought.
Unfortunately where he had the advantage in looks, Mary had the
experience with flirting with guys. They were almost swarmed once they
got to the club. John didn't know how to respond. Despite his resolve,
he got scared about the guys and didn't speak. Mary did all the
flirting.
After a half an hour John finally asked Mary if Rodrigo was coming.
"Yes ma'am!" And Mary smiled that whorish smile.
"Round two?" John had an idea.
"I hope so."
Once Rodrigo had gotten there he and Mary were all over each other. They
were basically having sex on the dance floor. As they were sitting at
the bar lap on lap, John went up to the other side of Rodrigo.
"Hey Jules, we're thinking about heading back soon."
"Oh. Well..." Now or never. John stared Mary right in the eye as he
turned to Rodrigo and started making out with him.
And damn was he a strong kisser. John had always wanted girls to be that
kind of kisser, the aggressive kind. The I-Want-You kind.
"I was hoping you would come back with me tonight." Mary face contorted
in a grimace. A what the fuck you bitch grimace.
And Rodrigo. Well, because of how attractive he had made himself,
Rodrigo basically had no choice. Before John knew it they were in a cab
back to his new place. John was thinking of what how he was going to cut
off the dick. He had thought of wishing it off but that wouldn't be as
satisfying. He needed to do it personally, for himself.
John didn't waste anytime pulling Rodrigo into the bedroom. He wanted to
torture him with this. Go all slow. The give him the ultimate blue
balls.
The kissing was passionate. Like he had said, Rodrigo was a good kisser
and he let himself enjoy it a bit. He liked getting man-handled a
little. He even let Rodrigo take his dress off. John slowly unbuttoned
the pants. And out popped a penis.
Rodrigo asked for head first. What an ass, John thought. But he wanted
it to be torture. He ran to the bathroom real fast to grab the scissors.
Slow and painful.
When he got back, he started slowly kissing down towards Rodrigo's
crotch. And kissing around it.
He pulled up a little and looked at it. It didn't have a clue what was
about to happen to it. Rodrigo smiled down the bed at John. And John
smiled his sexiest smile back.
Then he slowly slipped his mouth over the penis.
It filled his mouth nicely. That was something that he found lacking in
eating a girl out. He didn't get to end up with anything in his mouth,
he had to put his tongue out. This was easier, and more satisfying. He
started sucking on the head a little, like he would have for on a girl's
nipple. On Mary's nipple. Thinking of her only hardened his resolve.
Rodrigo seemed to like the new effort that John was exerting. He started
licking expertly up and down the shaft then made circles on the head. It
was what he had always wanted done to him. He felt the penis start
pulsing a little and Rodrigo pulled his head up. John wanted to finish
it.
"Let's do this."
Those words drove John crazy. Just as he had been with the guy, he
became unbelievably horny. His vagina was basically screaming at him and
calling for attention.
Rodrigo was listening. He flipped John onto his back and finished
undressing him. He spent a little time licking John's nipples, and that
only made him more crazy. He felt chills spreading through his body and
focusing on her groin.
"I wish you would take me already."
Rodrigo didn't hear the voice respond but he certainly listened. He
wasted no time in plunging his shaft into his vagina. And John had never
had a better experience. The feeling of being filled made him scream
immediately. Rodrigo was experienced and did a slow stroke in and out.
John felt the sensational pressure building up slowly. He could not
control any part of his body. The feelings were too intense. He started
moaning loudly when Rodrigo started sucking on his neck and nipples
again. She felt like her vagina was going to burst open with pleasure.
It almost felt like needing to pee and satisfying that feeling at the
same time.
The release was amazing. John lost his sight for a few seconds, the
sensation was that strong. He felt Rodrigo's load shoot into him and
even that felt amazing. As they were laying there after, John was proud
of himself. He had beaten Mary.
"I wish she were here to see this."
And she appeared at the foot of the bed. Despite her hatred towards her,
John still found her very attractive. And he had always liked hate sex.
A few minutes later, they were having a threesome.
John would rarely think of being a guy again. He spent his time stealing
the boys that Mary would try to get for himself. It was doubly
satisfying.
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