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Becoming Tammy, Part 1
By Incognito
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Authors note: This is my first longer story. I've written a few caps over
at Rachel's Haven, but nothing of this length. Therefore, I'd love to get
feedback. Is there enough background information? Does the story work? Is
it sexy? Is there any part of the story you'd like me to expand on? Does
my writing style work? English is not my first language, but I like to
believe I'm fairly good at it none-the-less.
I would also like to send a little thanks to the FM author Filthy Mind.
Hir stories The Mommy and Full of Grace were fairly important immediate
inspirations to this story.
I hope to continue the story, chronicling the next few weeks of Tammy and
John, but believe this part, as it stands, also works on its own. I hope
you enjoy!
Synopsis: John's submissive girlfriend Tammy is having problems at
University. She is about to fail a statistics subject, which could result
in her flunking out of her psychology studies. John has the bright idea
of sneaking into the lab he's working in to use the new experimental mind
transference device to let him take the test for her. With his latest
tweaks, they discover that the machine has switched more than just their
minds.
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John looked down at himself. At his tiny, manicured hands, a pencil
twirling in one of them - just like she used to do, he noted in the back
of his head. At the perky breasts strutting out from his chest, the small
cleavage visible due to a fairly low-cut singlet, at rogue straws of
blonde hair falling into her vision. Looking up and to the side, he saw
his girlfriends face, reflected back at him from the living room window.
Darkness was descending outside, his first day as a girl coming close to
an end.
This morning, he had been a man. Of course, in a few days he would be
back to being a man, but until then, he'd be Tammy. Tiny Tammy. Just a
over five feet and under 100 pounds. He liked to use that nickname on
her, teasing her about her size. She didn't like it. Then again, in a
way, she really did. His thoughts wandered to the evening before. Tammy,
dressed in her school uniform, making him dinner, as she used to. Him
sitting at the dinner table, watching her work, and giving him a bit of a
show to boost. The outfit had been modified a bit since her school days,
and whenever she bent over to get something from a lower shelf, she
tended to expose herself. She was a good cook, but her short stature and
weakness worked against her.
She had struggled with getting a spice down from the spice rack. "Daddy,
could you get me the oregano?" she had said. They both enjoyed a touch of
role play in their relationship, and with their difference in age - he
was 30, she was 23 - combined with her size and looks, they had sort of
naturally gravitated towards age play. Though, even outside of their role
playing sessions, John was the boss, the role playing added an extra edge
to their normal dynamics. As he had gotten up to get the spice for her,
he had called her her nickname, and she had started pouting. "I'm not!"
she had said. "Then get the oregano yourself," he had replied, twisting
it out of her hands and putting it back on the shelf. She pouted even
more, then whispered "I'm sorry, Daddy. You're right. I am tiny." Her
face had been red with embarrassment, but she had also been madly turned
on. After giving her the spice, he had effortlessly lifted her up on the
kitchen bench and fucked her, her moaning about how small she was - and
how big he was - until he had come, before lifting her back down and
letting her continue her cooking, unfulfilled and with his seed leaking
out of her.
Sitting there, thinking back, he found himself really turned on himself.
His left hand had long since dropped the pencil, and was now inside his
sweatpants, caressing his hairless pussy. Touching it felt alien. The
electric tingle of rubbing his clit wasn't too strange, but sticking a
finger inside himself felt almost unnerving. It became more unnerving
when he found himself sliding into the role of Tammy in his fantasy
reliving of yesterdays encounter at the kitchen table. He imagined
himself being embarrassed at not reaching the upper shelf. Being talked
down to, called tiny. The thought excited him. Being roughly lifted up by
strong hands, dumped on the kitchen table. He could see it before him in
his minds eye, almost as if he was reliving the experience from yesterday
from Tammy's point of view. She remembered her Daddy undoing his belt
buckle, his big cock standing at attention, ready to fuck her senseless.
No! That was too unnerving. He stopped, and dried his fingers off as well
he could on his panties and sweatpants before picking back up the pencil
again. Even though he had always been good at math, he needed to refresh
his knowledge if he wanted to pass Tammy's statistics test. She had
flunked several earlier tests, and needed a good grade just to pass the
course. If she failed, her days as a psychology student could be at an
end, which would be a huge blow to her. She really wanted to get an
education, to make something of her life, and apart from the mathematics
part, she was very good at her studies.
In John had come, with the bright idea of killing two birds with one
stone. He could test out the new mind transference machine he was working
on, and he could take the test for her. Earlier today they had snook into
the lab, knowing that it would be almost empty on a Saturday. Obviously,
the machine had worked as intended. Well, mostly. He had noticed as the
day went by that he was picking up Tammy's behavior patterns much quicker
than expected. He had found himself absent-mindedly twirling his pencil
in his hair. Using his left hand instead of his right started to feel
natural. Then there was the fantasy he had just had, not to mention how
realistic and memory-like it had been in the end. Had he actually tapped
into Tammy's memories of yesterday? At any rate, this quick bonding with
the body was unexpected. Both in animal tests and in former human trials,
the onset of similar behavior had come slower and considerably less
intense. Most had just reported that they had picked up physical skills
of their host body surprisingly quickly. Proper weightlifting techniques,
touch typing, walking in high heels. A few had reported that they were
able to grasp more theoretical knowledge and skills more easily, as well.
The imprinting effect, he called it. The cool thing was that the skills
remained, to some degree, after they swapped back, meaning that the
machine had great potential for teaching. None had reported picking up
behaviors without working at it, like his pencil twirling, let alone
fundamental shifts in identity or sexuality, like he had experienced just
a moment ago. That both scared and excited him. He had, after all,
tweaked the machine a bit, with the goal in mind of making the imprinting
effect more powerful. In that respect, this was a major breakthrough. But
how would the imprinting affect him when they swapped back?
"Dinners ready, honey!" Tammy shouted from the kitchen. John got up and
walked over to the kitchen. Seeing as John was the breadwinner, at least
while Tammy studied, they had agreed that she would do the housework.
This suited John well, he had a thing for the idea of Tammy as his
submissive housewife, though for her it was more of a chore. She did not
enjoy the idea of becoming a trophy wife, a stay-at-home-mom or a
glorified maid.
The kitchen smelled of burned food. Tammy never did that. "I'm sorry,
John," she said as he entered the kitchen. "I blame your body,
distracting me with its unfamiliarness." She served him up a plate. A
small plate, though from Johns new perspective it looked huge. Steak with
steamed vegetables, one of his favorite dishes. Luckily, it seemed it was
just the pan that had boiled dry. "Do you want a glass of wine?"
"Yes, please," he answered. They ate, John carefully picking at his food
like Tammy used to do. The food tasted odd, not bad, but different. He
was a meat-lover, but the taste was off today. The vegetables, on the
other hand, were better than usual. The wine tasted like, well, wine. It
did not have the complexities he knew this bottle should have had, but it
went down easily. Then again, Tammy never was much of a connoisseur, and
he had known he would inherit her taste buds while in her body. Tammy, on
the other hand, seemed to really enjoy the food.
"I have to say, I understand why you like this dish so much. Even if it's
a bit overcooked, it tastes delicious. The meat is so tasty. And this
wine! Here, let me top up your glass." By the end of the meal, he
realized that they had shared the bottle the way they usually did, him
drinking a good two thirds of the bottle. Only, in Tammy's tiny body, he
now felt more than a bit tipsy.
"So, John, I've been thinking a bit. You know, you are going to have to
pretend at being me for the next few days. So, to ease you into your
role, I've figured we should at least start off by using each others
names."
"That sounds like a good idea... John," John replied.
"Now, Tammy, would you be a dear and clean the table?"
"Wait a minute. We agreed you should continue doing the housework while
we were swapped."
"We did, but I changed my mind. I think it would be a learning experience
for you. Plus, as I said, you need to learn to pretend to be me. We're
having guests over tomorrow, and then you'll have to be a good hostess."
"Nooo, I don't want to." He pouted. Like Tammy used to do. "Damn it,
Ta... John! You're right."
"Watch your language, little girl!" 'John' answered, tongue-in-cheek. It
still had an effect, though. 'Tammy' could feel her face flush, as well
as a little tingle of excitement. Cleaning off the table in her tiny,
tipsy body, knowing that 'John' was gazing at her while she was doing so,
also had its effect. she felt herself becoming turned on. This could be a
longer week than she had expected.
"So, Tammy, how does it feel to be me?" 'John' asked while she was
putting the dishes into the dishwasher.
"It's weird. Most of the things I've gotten used to surprisingly quickly.
Like wearing a bra. When I swapped into your body this morning, that felt
uncomfortable, but now I'm not giving it a second thought. Writing with
my left hand comes natural, and I've taken myself in picking up some of
your habits and manners."
"Like that pout you just did," 'John' observed.
"Yeah, or the way I ate, or... the way I reacted when you called me a
little girl." She blushed again as she said that.
"Oh? How did it make you feel?"
"Embarrassed."
"Nothing else?"
"NO!" 'Tammy' answered, a bit too forcefully. She could feel her face
turning redder and redder. The embarrassment fed her arousal, which again
fed her embarrassment. She felt herself getting wet again. She could not
let 'John' know, she would die of shame. And probably of arousal.
"The lady dost protest too much," 'John' countered. "I think you're
getting turned on a bit, as well, being called a little girl. I think
you've started to notice that the swap gave you my kinks as well as my
body. I've certainly noticed that I've picked up some of your kinks. Like
seeing you embarrassed like this." 'John' laughed, and he could see a
bulge forming in her pants.
"This isn't funny, Tammy! I feel so weak and small, I'm trying to deal
with it, and you teasing me doesn't help!" She could feel herself making
that same old pout that Tammy always made.
"I'm John. Call me John." 'Tammy' refused. 'John' got up, suddenly, and
with a hint of anger in his voice, he repeated the request. It didn't
help 'Tammy's' feeling of weakness, but the tinge of fear made her react
instinctively.
"I'm sorry, Daddy!"
"Daddy? Where did that come from?"
'Tammy' started sobbing. "I don't know. This is so confusing. The machine
shouldn't do this. Yes, I'm turned on by you calling me a little girl!
I'm horny as hell! Before dinner, I fantasized about yesterday, and found
myself imagining myself in your position. On the kitchen bench, about to
be fucked! I don't want that, but I know I couldn't stop you if you did.
I don't think I'd want you to stop, if you started. Not until
afterwards..."
"Look, I'm sorry, Tammy." 'John' wrapped his arms around her. "I didn't
mean to push you so hard. I love you. I love that you're doing this to
me. I promise you that I won't fuck you. Not unless you give me a very
clear permission. Not unless you beg me," he grinned for a moment. "I
won't push you to do something you don't want to do."
"Thank you," 'Tammy' said, drying her tears.
"That being said, wouldn't it be fun to explore a little? This is an
excellent opportunity to get to know each other better. Intimately. I
mean, you've already experienced first-hand how I feel when you point out
my size."
With that fear somewhat allayed, the idea kinda appealed to 'Tammy'. She
did want to explore this side of her girlfriends psyche. Both out of
curiosity, and frankly, because she was still majorly turned on. "Yeah,
sure. Anything special you were thinking of?"
"Well, I think I'd like for you to experience being my little schoolgirl.
I want you to run up and change into a sexier outfit, and when you're
back, I'll hear you on some exam questions."
"Yes, Daddy," 'Tammy' complied, and went up to their room. Rummaging
through her clothes, she found a sexy, low-cut blouse, a short, plaited
skirt and some simple black-and-white-striped stockings. She stripped
down to her underwear, and decided she wanted to surprise her Daddy. He
was sure to spank her if she answered anything wrong, like she used to do
when she was him. For a moment, 'Tammy' thought of going without panties,
but she reconsidered and landed on a lacy pair of thong panties. The used
pair of panties clung to her crotch as she removed them, and the smell of
sex filled the room. She slid the thong up her legs, in between her ass
cheeks and nestling it against her puffy sex, before putting on the
stockings, skirt and blouse. She had worn a skirt earlier as well, on the
way home from the lab, but the thong was a new experience. Both reminded
her, with every step, of her current situation, and, in truth, it excited
her. She paraded herself in front of the bedroom mirror, and decided that
a little bit of makeup would do her good. Being tipsy and never having
done it before, she managed to overdo it a bit, looking more slutty than
she had intended, but honestly, she liked the end result.
Looking back at her from the mirror was a little sex-pot of a schoolgirl.
Pigtails, large, dove-like eyes, made even larger by the makeup, full red
lips, a thin and feminine face. Smallish breasts, but fitting for her
figure. A small waist, flaring out to a beautiful bubble butt, barely
covered by the skirt. She struck a pose, showing her ass out, and gave it
a little slap. "Ooh," she moaned to herself. "I'm a bad little
schoolgirl." The ass was made for getting a spanking.
On her way out she had another idea, as she glimpsed one of Tammy's
favorite sex toys. A large, pink, remote controlled vagina egg. She knew
Tammy loved to wear it, and having John be in control of when and how she
would receive the pleasure it gave. Even if she wouldn't want to have sex
with 'John', the thought of having the egg inside her, and letting him
pleasure her that way, was not as scary. She picked up the egg, moving
her panties to one side with her right hand and pushed it inside. It
slipped in effortlessly, and she walked back downstairs.
"Hi, Daddy," she said as she entered the living room. 'John' was seated
in the sofa, leafing through some papers and sipping on another glass of
wine. "I have a little surprise for you. Here," she gave him the control
and moved to sit down beside him. He grabbed her.
"No, Tammy. Little girls who are to be heard in their home work sit on
the stool. You know that." He pointed towards the small stool in the
corner of the room, and she obediently went and got it. John had bought
the stool for just these occasions, and in the back of her mind she found
it quite fitting that she now had to use it herself.
Sitting down on the stool, she found that her skirt was too short to
cover her, the rough and hard wooden surface in direct contact with her
bottom. The stool was small, but in Tammy's tiny body it felt as if she
was using normal furniture again. The mismatch made her acutely aware of
both her stature and her situation. Playing at being a little schoolgirl,
about to be heard in her home work, and probably punished if she didn't
get it right. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get it right, or if she
wanted the punishment.
'John' started out with a few easy questions. Each time she answered
correctly, he gave a little press on the remote control. Then, suddenly,
he came with a much more difficult question. She was stumped for an
answer.
"Well, then," he said, but once again pressed a button. The egg sprang
back to life, but this time it did not stop. 'John' asked her another
question. Another difficult one. And another. The egg continued to
vibrate inside her, and 'Tammy' found herself gently rocking back and
forth, rubbing her legs against each other. The next question was easier.
She knew she could answer it, but the arousal was too distracting.
"Daddy, turn off the egg, please," she said to him.
"No," came the short reply.
"Pleeeeeaaase. I can't concentrate." 'Tammy' whined. 'John' moved his
hand towards the remote control. The egg kicked itself up a gear, and she
gave a little yelp, and her hand shot down towards her crotch. It was
quickly grabbed by John and moved away.
"No, sweetie. Good girls don't masturbate while being heard in their home
work. And I know, sweetie. I very much know. That's half the fun."
'John' continued asking her questions, but the vibrations inside her were
too distracting, and she only managed to answer a few questions
correctly, panting and squealing as she did.
Finally, the vibrations went away. "I'm sorry, Tammy, but I don't think
you've been studying hard enough. I will have to punish you," she heard
'John' say. "Come on over here, and lie across my lap.
'Tammy' got up, uncertain but too turned on to really care. She had been
a bad girl, and wanted to be punished, she thought. The idea of getting
spanked just turned the fire inside her up another notch, as she
positioned herself across 'Johns' lap. She felt his dick against her
tummy through the fabric of his pants. "It feels huge," she thought.
'John' lifter her skirt, exposing her bare buttocks. "What a nice choice
of underwear, Tammy. Perfect for a spanking." She lifted her ass up,
giving it a little wiggle. 'John' caressed it, giving it a little
squeeze.
The first slap hit her right cheek, stinging and sending a spark up her
backbone. "Count them off," 'John' said.
"How many?" She questioned.
"I'm not telling. Just count." He smacked her again. "Beginning now."
"One," she said. He hit a third time, on the same spot, already red from
the rough stool. "Two. Three. Four. Five." Every slap sent more tingles
up her spine, an odd mixture of pain and pleasure. 'John' knew exactly
how hard to hit. Where to hit. How to grab her hair, pulling her head
back as she moaned in ecstacy. Obviously. This was really his body.
'Tammy' was beginning to lose herself in the sensations, counting on
autopilot. "Forty-two. Forty-three. Forty-four." Then, at fifty, 'John'
suddenly stopped.
"Good girl," he said. His hand slipped between 'Tammy's' legs, under the
small piece of fabric covering her sex. "You enjoyed, I can tell."
"Yes, Daddy," she said. 'John' started rubbing, his finger circling her
clit, before suddenly pressing onto it. 'Tammy' cried out loud.
"Please, Daddy. No. Ooohhh!" The egg started vibrating again, inside her.
The rhythmic pulsations combined with 'Johns' ministrations was driving
her wild.
"Please, what?" 'John' asked.
"Please. Don't stop."
"You know, I don't know if you deserve it. Your answers just now were way
below par. If you keep that up, there's a serious chance you won't pass
on Thursday." Despite what he said, he continued rubbing her. "I think,
maybe, if you fail, you'll just have to stay here and become my little
housewife."
"Yees, Daddy," 'Tammy' said. "I'll be your perfect little housewife."
God, the idea sounded sexy to her. Even more so than this schoolgirl
fantasy. Tending to her husbands every need. Being fucked and
impregnated. A barefoot and pregnant submissive housewife. That was her
biggest fantasy. Though something was off, something she couldn't quite
put her finger at through the haze of sensations. She felt a pressure
building up inside her. She was about to come.
"Good. You'll have to stay as Tammy until you get the results back, then,
of course. Then we'll see..."
"Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, ohgodohgodohgod, yeeeeees," she exclaimed, her body
convulsing. She was completely lost, mind and body melded into one
conciousless being, floating on endless sensations of pure bliss, barely
registering what 'John' had just said.
As she was coming down, 'John' stopped. "No, Daddy, more, please,"
'Tammy' said.
"No. One is enough for such a naughty girl as you."
'Tammy' pouted, but then had an idea. She moved her hand down, and
grabbed a hold of 'Johns' dick. "If I help you with this, will you give
me another?" The idea of having sex was still too alien, but that orgasm
was so good, she figured she could do a hand job for another one.
"Maybe," 'John' grinned. "I won't promise anything."
'Tammy' slid down off her Daddy's lap and kneeled before him. Slowly
undoing the belt buckle and unbuttoning the fly, she looked up at 'John'
and smiled a shy smile. She dug her hand into the boxer shorts and freed
the strutting member. "Daddy, it's so big," she said. And she meant it.
From this perspective, her former cock looked huge. Her two hands could
barely contain it. Of course, she knew it really wasn't that big. It was
on the large side, but from the perspective of this tiny body it seemed
huge. She started rubbing up and down. Leaned over, spat a little down on
it to lubricate. A drop of precome glistened on the top of its head, and
she wondered for a moment how it would taste.
"Yes, sweetie, Daddy likes that." 'John' moaned. 'Tammy' continued with
her hands, one hand slipping off the shaft to play with his balls. "Mmm,
yeah," 'John' moaned again.
Kneeling like this, alternating between staring up at her Daddy and down
at the cock, her curiosity grew stronger. Tammy had always been an eager
cock sucker, claiming to really love the taste of Johns come. The
curiosity quickly won over the revulsion, and she leaned down to have a
quick lick.
A hand landed on the back of her head, pushing the cock into her mouth.
One part of her wanted to scream in shock and revulsion. Another sent
tingles down her spine, butterflies going wild in her tummy. The latter
won out. Her hand went down between her legs, and she quit struggling,
letting her head bob up and down under the guidance of the hand in her
hair. Up and down, deeper and deeper every time, but never gagging. Tammy
had rid herself of that reflex long ago. The musky smell, the salty taste
of precome and sweat. Being a dirty little girl, being forced to suck her
Daddy's cock, it was amazing.
Suddenly, the hand pressed down with renewed force. She found her lips
pressed against Daddy's crotch, and her eyes shot open, tears popping
out. She couldn't breathe! She couldn't retract, the hand holding her
down, in place. She almost panicked, but her left hand just continued
masturbating with even more vigor. The fear felt sooo good. Why did this
feel so good?
"I'm gonna count to five. One, two," her tears were running down her
chin, ruining her makeup. "Three, four, five," he released the pressure.
'Tammy' held the deep throat for another second before letting the gentle
pull of the hand move her back up. It resumed its gentle up and down
pressuring, until she felt the cock twitch in her mouth, 'John' moaning
in the distance, lifting her up off his cock.
The first load hit her in the face, under her right eye. Then, she was
plunged back down, continuing to suck as the next three or four loads
came in her mouth. It did taste delicious.
Spent, Daddy lifted her head back up. She looked up at him, and smiled.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said. Come dribbled out the corner of her mouth,
and she caught it with her right hand, her left still down there. Licked
it off. Found the first load, on her chin, and scooped that up as well,
savoring it as she put it in her mouth. "That was delicious."
"You're a good little cock sucker, Tammy," came the reply. "Now, clean me
off, and while you're doing so, feel free to bring yourself to orgasm."
'Tammy' wasted no time, diving back down in her Daddy's crotch, licking
and sucking it clean. She felt the pressure from before building again,
and as she came over the edge found herself losing control of her body
again, falling limply into the crotch in front of her.
She lay like that, panting, for a while. When she had regained her
composure, she gave the now limp penis a little kiss, before moving up
and planting a big one on 'Johns' lips.
"That was amazing. This little body, and what you did to it, it feels
amazing. Thank you."
"Just wait until I fuck you, sweetie."
"Uh, I'm still not sure I want that. I mean, pressing me down on your
cock was... just as I feared. After the initial panic, I started to love
it. It feels really weird now, but I think I can live with it. Being
fucked, on the other hand..." 'Tammy's' voice trailed off.
"I'll wait. I'll give you your time to process it. What we did now, the
urges of your new body. I'm sure, before the week is up, you'll be
begging me to fuck you."
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Later, as they were about to go to sleep, 'Tammy' asked a question.
"John. What you said earlier. About making me stay like this if I fail
the test. Did you mean that?"
"Yes. No. Not really. The idea really appeals to me, to be honest. It was
always your dream, wasn't it? Your big fantasy? To make me your
housewife. But I wouldn't make such a decision without first asking you."
"It's okay. I know I can pass the test, if I just read up on it. That
looming over me would give me extra motivation to do so. And yes, it was.
It sort of still is, but in this body, the idea is being twisted.
Imagining it, I'm the wife, but it still sounds sexy."
"Well, in that case, it's settled. If you fail the test, you'll stay
Tammy, and become my little housewife."
"Good night, Daddy," 'Tammy' said, gently kissing 'John' before turning
over.
"Good night, sweetie," he returned, nestling himself in around her.
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