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"Purple Pills 2 - David Becomes Sonya"
David looked at the pills laid out on his table. There were ten of the
oval-shaped pills in all, each one holding the chemical compounds to
restructure his DNA and turn him into ten different girls. Just last
night his friend Mark had surprised the group and turned half of them
into girls, and David had turned into a skinny teenage girl with a great
body. He'd acted pissed off in front of everyone, but secretly he had
wanted to explore his changes in private. After he'd turned back to his
male self, he'd asked Mark for a few more of the pills so he could
experiment on his own.
Part of him was scared about the potential of each pill, but another part
was secretly thrilled that he had no control over what he was going to
become. He'd enjoyed numerous drugs and the weird trips he'd had under
their influence, but being in a different body was a totally different
experience. In some ways, it was the ultimate experience. Everything
about his perception would be changed, and he experienced life in a
different way. His experience as a teenage girl had been limited to
Mark's house, and he was interested to see what might happen outside in
the real world. He'd taken Monday off from his job at the warehouse, so
he had three days to make the most of the experience.
He closed his eyes, let out a deep breath, and reached out for one of the
pills. He grasped one between his fingers, and before he could second
guess his decision he popped the pill into his mouth.
He wanted to see the changes happen, so he ran to his bedroom and stood
in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. He undressed himself
quickly so he could watch everything change. He felt the familiar tingle
spread through his body, but didn't notice any changes physically. The
tingle intensified until it felt like he was in a vibrating massage
chair.
The first thing he noticed was that the ground was farther away than it
had been. His legs were becoming longer and leaner, the hairs
disappearing and the skin darkening to a golden honey color. His penis
shrunk into his body with a slight tug until it was gone. He reached
between his legs and felt the flesh of a vagina forming under his
fingertips.
He glanced back into the mirror and gasped when he saw his face. His
beard was gone, and in its place was smooth, tan skin. His eyes and teeth
were still his, but they quickly changed as well. His eyes turned from
brown to icy blue, and they now had a more feline look to them. His teeth
were also smaller and more even. He watched as his strong jaw line
softened and took on softer diamond shape.
He felt his scalp tingle and saw that strands of blonde hair had sprouted
from his head and were growing past his shoulders. After a few seconds he
could no longer see his brown hair, and the blonde strands grew well past
his shoulder blades and tickled his stomach. There was a strain under his
chest, and he placed his hands over it. The pain continued, but he could
feel the flesh becoming softer and pressing against his palms. His chest
pushed out and his hands rose from his chest. He could feel the skin
stretching, his new breasts bulging against his palms. His breasts were
much larger than last night when he was Dee. Their weight on his chest
was a strange feeling. It made him realize that his balance had changed.
He turned around to see his new butt in the mirror. It flared out in two
firm buns that were completely hairless. Without thinking he spanked his
new ass, and the feeling of it excited him.
The tingling eased off, and the rest of his changes were complete. He
guessed that he was about six foot one now, with long lean legs that
seemed to go on forever. His golden hair hung past his shoulders, and it
shimmered when he moved his head. His face was finely sculpted, like that
of a fashion model, but when he pushed his hair back he noticed that his
ears stuck out a bit on the side which gave his face more character. He
had to hand it to Mark, the man had a knack for creating beautiful women.
He ran his fingers all over his body, exploring each curve and taking the
feel of it in his hands. He cupped his breasts and gave them a light
squeeze. They were so full and firm, and he felt himself getting turned
on. His mind still felt like that of a man, but instead of blood rushing
to a single organ, he felt his entire body coming alive with little
rushes of pleasure. He held one of his breasts up to his mouth and
flitted his tongue over the nipple. He felt goosebumps rise up on his
legs and wetness in his crotch.
He went to the bathroom and laid down in the tub, then grabbed the shower
head and turned the water on. He'd known several women that loved to use
running water for orgasm, and he had to know how it felt. The water came
out in gentle streams, and he pointed it between his legs. He spread the
lips of his vagina so the droplets fell against his clit, and the sudden
intense pleasure startled him. He let it run over him, arching his hips.
The water caused pressure to build up in him. His mouth opened as his
breath quickened with the beating of his heart. His clit was warm and
felt as if it were pulsing. The intense pressure building up throughout
him finally released, and it was like a dam broke and let forth a deluge
of dopamine through his body. He sighed and leaned back in the tub. He
hit the drain switch with his toe and let the tub fill up with warm
water, and as it did he closed his eyes and enjoyed the afterglow of his
orgasm.
For several hours David tried to get out of the house, but then he would
catch sight of himself in the mirror and get turned on again, and then he
couldn't help but masturbate all over again. There was a lot of his mind
that was definitely still male in thought. It felt strange to have long
skinny legs, and the way his hips moved when he walked was so strange.
But he was getting used to the long blond hair and the way it was always
brushing against his shoulders and falling into his eyes. He also spent
time looking at himself in the mirror and testing out his new facial
expressions. His smile could light up a room, and when he tried out a
sexy look by arching one eyebrow and slightly parting his lips, he felt
himself get wet again. A few times he masturbated while looking at
himself in the mirror.
He tried out his new voice, which was deeper than the teenage girl he'd
been, but also richer and more confident. He grabbed a book from his
shelf, opened to a random page, and began to read. He noticed that he
pronounced words a bit differently, and his diction was more crisp and
refined. He could also read faster than before.
With each exploration of his body he learned more about himself, and
little by little he was viewing himself less as a voyeur visiting a
strange body and more as a new person. He dressed himself in one of his
tee shirts and a pair of wind pants. His breasts stretched against the
shirt, and the pants reached just past his knees in his new body. He
looked at himself in the mirror and said out loud, "I...am a woman. I am a
woman. I am a woman." The more he said the words, the more the reality of
it sunk in.
Before he went out into the world, he needed a new name. It would make
the experience more real. His tall stature and head-turning good looks
demanded attention, while his eyes seemed like that of a woman with a
humbling intelligence. So he needed a name that was strong, but with a
hint of a soft side that existed just beyond the intimidating surface.
"Sonya," she said out loud, and immediately she knew it was perfect.
The first thing she needed was clothes, which were hard to find in her
size, but which she finally accomplished. She found some skirts and
blouses, and even an evening dress that accentuated her curves nicely.
She had no idea where she would wear it, but something inside of her felt
right about it.
She made sure to drive carefully so the cops didn't pull her over. While
her smile might be able to get her out of a ticket, she didn't want to
take any chances of being stopped and unable to produce a driver license.
She wasn't sure where to go next. She was definitely feeling like a
different person now. The bar which was a regular haunt of hers as David
no longer held the same interest. As she drove through town she looked at
everything, trying to see what would hold her interest. There were shoe
stores and restaurants that caused a brief flicker in her mind, but
nothing serious.
When she drove by a bookstore, she did a double take. She felt herself
pulled toward it and knew immediately that was where she wanted to be.
Once inside she looked all around the store. She had been in here a few
times as David, but usually just to get a CD that the other stores didn't
have. Now her heart fluttered at the sight of shelves upon shelves of
books. She walked the aisles, waiting to see which would catch her eye.
History, science, romance, sociology, fiction...poetry...
She turned down the poetry aisle and gazed at the books. She felt excited
at the prospect of what could be inside, but she never read any poetry,
so she wasn't sure which one she liked. She picked up books at random and
read through some of the poems. Some didn't mean anything to her, while
others were like a high from the drugs that she had enjoyed as David. She
rolled the words over in her mind, repeating them over and over.
"I really like that one," a voice said next to her. "It's my favorite
book by Theodore Price."
She was so lost in the words she was reading that she failed to see a man
that had been browsing near her. He was a few inches shorter than her
with longish brown hair that was unkempt in an attractive way. He had
some visible stubble all over his face, but his eyes were soft and seemed
kind.
Sonya looked at the book in her hands. "Oh really?" she said. "Which poem
is your favorite?" She held the book behind her back and narrowed her
eyes. She wanted to see if he really knew what he was talking about, or
if he was just trying to pick her up.
He rubbed his chin. "Tough choice, but if I had to pick, it would
probably be 'Wings of the Troubadour.'"
Sonya looked in the table of contents, and sure enough the poem he
mentioned was there.
"Okay," Sonya said. "Let's hear it."
He smiled and shook his head. "It's been awhile since I've read it. I
probably forgot a lot of it."
"That's what I thought," she said, and turned to put the book back on the
shelf.
The man cleared his throat. "Troubled times over troubled bridges, the
night sky is just a canvas. But in the bitter morn, when the velvet
fades, the troubadour still doth play..."
Sonya opened to the poem in the book and followed along with the man's
recitation. His spoken words sparked through her body like something
inside her was coming to life. He got almost every line right, though
missed a few toward the end. But most importantly, he got the last line
right.
When he finished she looked up at him and he was smiling.
"Not too bad, right?" he said.
Sonya grinned. Words wouldn't come for a moment as she looked into his
eyes, and she noticed that she felt wet between her legs. On instinct she
looked down at his hands and saw that his fingers were bare of any rings.
"Not bad," she said. She pointed at the shelves. "So, who else might I
like? I'm looking for something new."
Sonya and the man, whose name she learned was Jeremy, spent over an hour
discussing poets and places where he liked to hear live readings. He
mentioned that he was an aspiring poet, though he hadn't published
anything yet. Sonya said that she would love to read his work sometime,
if he would read it for her. Jeremy said that he was going to a reading
that night, an open mic at a nearby coffee shop, and he was set to
perform around eight o'clock. Sonya said that maybe she would see him
there, and she flashed a smile as she walked away.
When she was outside, Sonya stopped and exhaled a deep breath. There was
the buzz of traffic all around her, but all she could feel was her heart
beating inside. She was definitely finding out what she was made of.
While Sonya waited for the time to go see Jeremy at the coffee shop, she
went home and read the books of poetry she bought. She couldn't get
enough of the rhythm and flow of the language, and the imagery that it
produced in her head. She even noticed herself get wet a few times when
she read particularly striking passages.
She couldn't believe her day. Her first outing as a girl, and she was
already going to meet up with a guy tonight. She wanted to call Mark and
tell him what had happened, but at the same time she was a little
embarrassed. Besides, nothing serious had happened yet. She wanted to see
where this evening was going.
Sonya dressed herself in a blue skirt and black and white striped shirt.
She looked up hairstyles on the internet and learned how to do her hair
up. She even put on a little eyeliner and mascara, and when she looked at
her reflection she gasped. Her eyes had been beautiful before, but now
they looked magnetic. There was still a part of her brain that found her
reflection attractive, and she could feel desire echo throughout her
body, in places it never had as a man. She looked down at her breasts,
the way they bulged against the fabric of her blouse. The old male
excitement was still there, but the interest sprung not as much from what
he could make the body do. She kept wondering what it might be like for
someone else to touch her other than herself. For a fleeting moment, she
wondered what it would be like if Jeremy kissed her neck, what the warmth
of his mouth might feel like. The thought surprised her and exhilarated
her at the same time.
She arrived at the coffee shop just before Jeremy went up to recite his
poetry. She sat at a table alone and sipped a glass of wine while she
listened. His work was definitely that of an amateur, but there was
something so raw and so honest about it that she felt herself falling
into the world he described. His poetry spoke in themes of confinement
and escape, and she felt as if he were talking about her. She had been
confined to being one person in her former life. But now she had the
potential to become many people, perhaps even live an unlimited number of
different lives. A person could be more than just the prisoner of
specific body parts, but instead could embrace the physical nature of
life more fully by appreciating the spectrum of experiences in all
different bodies. The possibilities touched on her mind for a moment, but
she pushed them aside for the moment to enjoy the life she was living
now.
Jeremy joined her after his set was finished. "Glad you could come out,"
he said.
"I like your work," Sonya said. "It's very visceral. I could really feel
myself in those moments."
They talked about his poetry for a while, and to her relief, Jeremy did
not seem to have any delusions about his work. His approach to poetry
seemed organic and real, not a means to an end. He didn't want fame or
accolades, only that it felt like something he had to do in order to be
himself. Again she felt a connection buzzing with him, the ideals of
freedom of self that he held so dearly penetrated to the core of her
recent realizations in becoming Sonya.
She looked at Jeremy in different ways. She watched him when he was
trying to recall something, the way he'd close his eyes and rub his
temple made her smile. Sometimes he held her with his eyes, and she'd
stare into the grey depths of them, wondering what secrets that gaze
beheld.
They talked for hours that felt like minutes. At one point Jeremy looked
around and saw that the staff was wiping down tables and stacking chairs.
"So..." he said. "This is kind of weird to say, but I hate for the night to
end so soon. If you want, you're more than welcome to come back to my
place, if you want to hang out a little longer." He paused. "I promise,
I'm a gentleman."
He smiled, and Sonya felt her heart flutter. The part of her male self
that remained felt strange at how different attraction was in a woman's
body. At least, in this woman's body. In some ways it almost felt deeper,
as if she were connecting with something beyond just the physical
trappings of a person. She'd felt something similar as a man for a few
girls, but never quite like this. She wasn't sure she wanted to go in
this body. All the emotion in her body was telling her to go, but her
rational side still had a voice. She'd just met this guy. He could be a
serial killer for all she knew. But looking in his eyes, she felt she
knew better. He felt safe. She wondered if she weren't going too far with
this body on the first day, but what was the point in risking her life
taking these pills if she couldn't enjoy the ride?
"Sure. I wasn't quite done talking, anyway," she said.
They continued to talk all the way to Jeremy's place. He lived in an
apartment not far from the bookstore.
As they walked to his door, Sonya felt her heart thumping her chest. The
whole night had been such a rush with all these new feelings to make
sense of, and now it had all led up to this: walking to the front door of
an amateur poet with beautiful gray eyes and a passion for literature
that rivaled her own.
He let her in, and she took in the surroundings. The apartment was small
and sparingly furnished, much like her own place. There were a few dishes
piled up in the sink, but otherwise the place seemed clean.
Jeremy locked up the door, and when he turned around she touched a hand
to his face and kissed him on the lips. The feeling was electric, the
brush of his stubble against her cheek, the taste of mint on his breath.
"Sorry, I just wanted to do that,? Sonya said.
Jeremy looked at her, studying her with eyes. ?You don?t know how much I
wanted you to do that.?
He leaned in to kiss her again, and she met his lips. They explored each
other with their tongues, and he moved his lips to kiss her neck, and she
felt excitement sweep over her body in ripples. She lifted his shirt from
his body and unbuckled his pants, then took off her own shirt while he
slid her skirt down her hips. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and
then scampered away to his bedroom and slid under the covers of his bed.
He ran after her and went under the blanket to find her, and his tongue
found its way between her legs.
Sonya had enjoyed the feeling she had given herself, but the feeling of
someone else doing it was beyond comparison. She couldn?t anticipate the
little movements he made, tickling and toying with the sensitive bundle
of nerves in her clit, causing an overload of pleasure in her brain. She
instinctively bucked her lips and pulled his hair, prodding him to
continue, and he did for some time. She thought she would faint from the
force of the orgasms she was having. They consumed her and left her
trembling for another.
Then Jeremy climbed on top of her and entered her, and the feeling of his
penis inside her was exciting and strange. It felt good to have something
inside her, felt right somehow. He licked and nibbled her nipples, and a
different kind of sensation shot through her like a cold shock that made
her even wetter. She turned him over and straddled his penis and whirled
her hips around, hitting all the good sensitive spots with constant
motion. Jeremy grabbed her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Being in
someone else?s hands was invigorating.
After Jeremy climaxed they lay exhausted in bed, Sonya lying on Jeremy?s
chest, his arm around her, stroking her hair. She closed her eyes and
drank in the sensations, and at some point she fell asleep.
When she woke up the morning sun was shining in her face. Jeremy was
still asleep. She lay on her side and watched him while he slept.
This was the last day she had to be Sonya. Tomorrow she needed to go back
to work as David. And now she needed to make a choice: spend the last day
with Jeremy, if he would have her, or walk out of his life now and let
the night be what it was, a memory to hold onto. She tossed the choices
around in her head, tried to imagine what would happen with each one.
Tears rolled down her eyes as she realized that the choice didn?t matter.
In the end, her life as Sonya would be over tonight, or tomorrow morning
at the latest. It wasn?t enough time. She had just begun to become a new
person, and she was enjoying her new life. But she had nine more female
lives to live, and if she was going to enjoy the experiment for what it
was, then she couldn?t let her emotions get in the way.
She made her choice.
She gathered her clothes and got dressed silently, then kissed David on
his forehead while he slept. As she walked back to her car still parked
at the coffee shop, she cried, thinking about how this was the last time
she?d see Jeremy through Sonya?s eyes.
When she got back to her apartment, Sonya was too depressed to do much
else. In a few hours she was going to change back into David, a life she
loved but was in no rush to return to. She lay around the house watching
TV and sitting on the balcony staring out at the clouds in the sky.
When the time came she held the pill that would change her back. As she
stared at it, a thought came to mind. She picked up her cell phone and
dialed Mark?s number.
?Hello?? Mark said.
?Mark, it?s me, David,? Sonya said.
Mark chuckled. ?Why hello there, Sonya.?
Sonya was stunned into silence. ?How did you know my name?? she said.
?I made you,? Mark said. ?Right down to your statuesque body, long blond
hair, distaste for meat, penchant for classical music, and the way poetry
gets you all horny. All of that stuff is engineered into those
nondescript white pills you have, including the name you would call
yourself.?
Sonya felt angry. ?But that seems?it?s not??
?I know, it seems unfair. But you wanted the full experience, right? The
life of a woman? If I hadn?t engineered the pills specifically, you would
be more like a man in a woman?s body. You would be all out of sorts. This
way, it all comes more naturally. You?re not a robot. There?s plenty of
wiggle room for your own decision-making. But with a few presets, you?re
not completely lost.?
Sonya mulled over his words and sighed. ?I understand. I guess I just
wanted to ask, if there was any way you could copy this life? To make
extra pills, in case I wanted to be Sonya again.?
?I anticipated this might happen. So yeah, I?ve got the template, and I
can make some more.?
Sonya felt a tear of joy well up in her eye. ?Thank you,? she said. ?That
means a lot to me.?
?Is this the only one you?ve done so far?? Mark said.
?Yes,? she said.
Mark laughed lightly. ?You?ve got some experiences ahead of you, my
friend.?
?Like what??
?It?s a surprise,? Mark said. ?When you?re back to David, give me a call
and let me know how you feel.?
Sonya agreed that she would, and she hung up the phone. Then she quickly
dialed another number.
?Hi, Jeremy?? she said. ?It?s Sonya. I know it?s late, but I?m going to
be out of town for the next few weeks on business. But before I leave
tomorrow, I thought maybe we could hang out again tonight??
After she hung up the phone, she clapped her hands in girlish joy. She
scampered into her room to find the right clothes to wear for another
night with Jeremy.
As she headed out, she couldn?t help wondering what other women she would
be in the months to come.
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