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Waiting for Sunrise
by Bluedust
I rolled over to check my clock again. 1:15Am. I lied on my back for the
eighteenth time that night and sighed. It was no good, I couldn't get it
out of my head. I knew this would happen, told myself time and time again
it would, but I went and did it anyway: I tried to sleep without getting
my 'fix.'
Don't get me wrong, I'm no addict, not in the usual sense anyway. No,
see, my problem is, I have another 'self,' not in the schizophrenic
sense, more in the way I have two personalities. Hold on, I'm making a
mess of this. Sorry. It's a hard thing to explain. I'll start over.
My name is Sam. I'm 26 and live alone in an apartment. There's nothing I
can really add to that that would make me stand out; nothing interesting,
anyway. Except this of course, if that's your thing. The thing with me
is; I often wish I was a girl. Is it a sexual thing? Sometimes.
Sometimes, like tonight, I can't sleep because I'm so freaking horny with
the fantasy. Other times, it runs a little deeper. There are those days
when I'm just doing something everyday and ordinary, when I'll suddenly
get one of those unwelcome notions pop into my brain.
'I'd much rather hand out with girls than guys.'
'It's hot today, would be great to wear a skirt.'
'That looks like a good movie. It would be a lot more acceptable to go
see if I was a chick though.'
So yeah, that sort of thing. I wouldn't say that I was a cross-dresser,
it's more that....ah, you know what? I don't even know. It's just there,
alright? And I'm terrified it will be until the day I die. It's not
something most people can understand.
So anyway, there I was in the midst of one of my 'hot nights' as I now
call them (or at least refer to them in my head), when I finally threw in
the towel. I'd been trying to sleep for over four hours now and it was
getting pretty clear this wasn't going to happen until I got it out of my
system. I try to avoid this situation, when I can. Sometimes, you just
don't want to give into it, you know? You say to yourself: 'No more. I'm
going to be an ordinary guy from now on. I'm going to supress these urges
and if it kills me then so be it. At least I'll be free from the pain of
all this.'
As you can probably tell, this plan of action was going really well...
Switching on my bedside lamp, I throw the sheets from my body. If you
could see me at this point you'd probably be able to tell why going full
transgender just wasn't an option for me. At 6'2 with broad shoulders and
thick stubble, you could only ever refer to me as 'passable' out of cruel
sarcasm, nothing else. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I look
down at my naked body. My penis is semi-erect, on its way down from my
latest mad fantasy. I push myself over from my bed and pad over to the
end of my room where my computer is sitting on my desk. I sit down with a
slump, switching it on before rubbing my tired eyes. I hate nights like
this.
The computer finally coming to life, I try to decide which site to go on.
Due to the nature of my 'complaint' I decided to start with the one more
dedicated to roleplay, if only in the hopes of getting it all out of my
system for the next few days.
The username box pops up and I input 'Sam.' Not very original, I know,
but I like how it can be translated as 'Samantha,' which is kind of cool.
The screen loads and I'm hit with the pink layout of the chat room (if my
dad could see me now he'd either cry or strangle me). I scroll through
the list of people present with a yawn. I have a few I'm more familiar
with, and it always helps if you're into each other's tastes and there's
trust there. Suddenly, a 'private chat' request pops up. The name is
'Blue_sorceress' - not one I'm familiar with. Just on the off chance
it'll be worth the time, I choose 'accept.' The smaller private chat box
appears in the corner of my screen. Her avatar is - well, let's be
honest, you've probably already got a pretty good idea.
Blue_sorceress: Hello, how are you?
(Not a bad start. At least it's not your typical 'a/s/l' stuff. That's
always a cold start.)
Sam: Fine, thnx, u?
Blue_sorceress: Very well, thank you for asking.
(Not into her abbreviations, I see. That too, can be a good thing.)
Sam: What can I do u 4?
Blue_sorceress: To be honest, I'd like to say this is more about what I
can do for you.
Sam: O-kay?
Blue_sorceress: From your profile, I take it you are one of the 'fairer'
ones among us?
Sam: lol, you could put it like that.
Blue_sorceress: Do you have a desire to be a 'shemale,' as some call it?
(Normally at this point, I'd correct her and explain I'd rather be a full
female, but for some reason tonight I'm just not swinging that way.)
Sam: Yeah, would be great.
Blue_sorceress: What kind would you be? Just out of interest.
Sam: Small, I guess. Slender, feminine.
Blue_sorceress: Of course. How about ethnicity?
Sam: Asian, maybe.
(Another whim I was feeling tonight.)
Blue_sorceress: More specifically?
Sam: Japanese. Long, dark hair.
(I feel myself starting to stiffen, the conversation bringing my
imagination to life.)
Blue_sorceress: A slender little shemale with a small cock.
Sam: lol, sure.
Blue_sorceress: A sweet voice, deep brown eyes, soft tanned skin.
Sam: You got it.
Blue_sorceress: And small breasts, of course.
(I'm nearly fully hard already, standing at a good 8 inches.)
Sam: Of course.
Blue_sorceress: Would you like that?
Sam: Very much, ma'am. Lol.
Blue_sorceress: You're very sweet. What if I could change you?
Sam: Sure, would be fun.
(I assume, of course, that she's talking about roleplay).
Blue_sorceress: Are you sure you could handle it, dear?
Sam: I'll try my best, ma'am.
A link appears in her textbox. It's a strange one, full of unusual
symbols that might be foreign. Feeling cautious, I have my software run a
scan. It shows as safe. I click it. It's hard to begin to explain what
happened next. Right in her text box, there appeared an 'infinity' symbol
in gold, with eyes in the middle of its links. It sits there where the
text would be, circling round in a clockwise direction.
Sam: What's this?
Blue_sorceress: Give it a moment, dear.
I sit and wait. After a good minute, I sigh in frustration and leave my
room, going to the kitchen. My mouth is still dry from staying up all
night, so I go to pour myself a glass of water. As I reach toward the
cupboard though, it seems strangely far away. I can still reach it, but
not without really leaning forward on the balls of my feet. As I run the
tap, the air seems strangely cooler, almost as if someone left a window
open. I down the glass in one gulp, the chill water causing me to shiver
as it trickles down inside me. As I'm putting the glass down, I feel a
strange sort of spasm running through the muscles in my legs. I feel
suddenly weak, my whole body strangely jittery, like when you've had too
much caffeine. Thinking I might be more tired than I realised, I wipe the
traces of water from my lips. There's something else strange, though. I
run my fingers and thumb just to be sure, but there's no doubt that my
stubble is completely gone, and I know for a fact that's wrong because I
haven't shaved in two days. A sickly feeling settles in my stomach, as
the notion occurs to me.
It couldn't be, could it? I look down at my body, at my quivering legs,
and gasp. The muscles there are smaller. Absolutely, there's no question.
It almost looks as though they're melting away. What's more, there's
definitely less hair than before.
I pad barefoot across the kitchen quickly and back into my bedroom,
closing the door behind me. The infinity sign is still rotating. I reach
over to type, but my arms and hands are shaking. I can physically see the
muscles shrinking down under my skin, which is in turn causing the thin
hairs to retract, leaving them smooth. With a great effort, I manage to
pick up the conversation.
Sam: What is this?
Blue_sorceress: Just relax, dear. Enjoy the transformation.
I feel the backrest of my chair rubbing against my back as I slide down
it. Wait, slide? My heart thunders with the realisation that I'm
shrinking. Now I'm really starting to panic.
Sam: Stop this, please.
Blue_sorceress: Don't be afraid dear, this is all perfectly safe.
Sam: What are you doing to me?
Blue_sorceress: Changing you, dear. Into a 'shemale' as some would call
it. Or do you prefer 'ladyboy?'
Sam: I'm not any of those things!
Blue_sorceress: Transgendered then? I'm sorry, everyone has a different
outlook on such things. Personally, I think we should respect them all.
Sam: I'd like to stop. Please.
Blue_sorceress: But you're enjoying it, aren't you?
I feel the carpet getting away from me and look down. To my horror, my
legs are continuing to shorten, my shrinking feet no longer touching the
floor. It's horrifying, terrifying, traumatising...
...but I'm hard.
I look down and see my cock fully rigid and yes, I am so, so hard. My
balls are drawn up tight and I want nothing more than to scream, but not
out of fear, no; something else. Something tickles my back and I reach
behind only to feel a sharp pulling against my head. I pull it over my
shoulder. It's my hair, long and black and running down past my
shoulders. It stands out next to my skin which is gradually changing in
color to something more tanned. It's not unlike changing the resolution
on your television screen.
A thought suddenly occurs to me - what about my face? I go to stand, only
for my shorter legs to give way and send me to my knees. My body is too
weak, the muscles too shaky for me to walk right now. With a grunt, I
crawl on my hands and knees to the chest of drawers by my bed, reaching
into the top drawer for my shaving mirror. I hold it in front of me with
my smaller hands and gasp aloud. The face I'm staring at isn't mine. My
eyes catch my attention first. They're....well, narrower, more Japanese -
in fact, entirely Japanese. My nose is smaller and curved, my mouth small
but my lips fuller. The entire shape of my face has altered and has not a
trace of facial hair. The stranger's eyes, deep and dark, hold mine and
give me the most alien feeling I've ever had. She's beautiful - I'm -
well, you know what I mean. I feel the urge to push out my rear, and do
so as I feel the flesh pulsing, filling out. I feel it growing out behind
me, and use the mirror to try and see. It doesn't seem too drastic, but
is still very eerie.
I crawl back to my chair, some of my strength finally returning. As I
plop my plumper rear down, I feel a motion in my chest. I look down. Did
I just....jiggle? My nipples are dark and heavily swollen, my chest puffy
and pushing out. I might actually be a 32b. I reach out and touch my left
nipple, and wince, retracting my finger sharply. The sensation is earth-
shattering, pain and pleasure rolled into one. I'm so hard at this point
that I'm actually starting to ooze pre-cum. I stare at my cock, only to
realise - with perhaps the greatest terror this night - that it too is
shrinking. It remains hard, but thins before my eyes, retracting, smaller
and smaller until, just like that, it's less than half its original size.
Another message pops up.
Blue_sorceress: As an observation, I've noticed that most girls like you
tend to prefer remaining smooth. Don't worry dear, we can do that as
well.
And with an itchy kind of tingle, my pubic hair - the last of my body
hair - retracts completely.
Blue_sorceress: And there we are. All done. Well dear, I hope you'll
enjoy your new changes. Do let me know how you get on. Have a nice night!
Sam: Wait, please tell me what this all is.
Blue_sorceress has left.
My heart sinks. For at least two minutes, I stand doing nothing except
staring at the screen, hoping that somehow she'll return, telling me she
was only joking. As soon as I realise it's not going to happen though, I
pick up my phone, inputting a text as fast as my slender fingers can
manage.
IF UR UP, CUM SEE ME QUIK. EMERGENCY!
I send it to Brad, my best friend and the only person in the world who
knows about my 'other side.' I feel a shiver, only now realising how cold
I am. My body is covered I gooseflesh, my dark, pointy nipples standing
out rigid. I hurry to the closet. I take out one of my white shirts that
I wear for work, slipping it on. It covers me like a nightdress, its hem
coming down to just above my knees. I have to roll the sleeves up to free
my hands enough to button it up. My shoulders are no-where near broad
enough to carry the garment properly though, and it looks ridiculous. I
free my long, black hair from the collar of my shirt, fluffing it out
with my fingers and letting it fall over my shoulders and down my back. I
then leave my room to pace nervously, back and forth, across my
apartment. My stomach feels watery. I feel so alone, so lost in the dead
of night that I almost weep in the hope that Brad will arrive.
Please come - I can't do this alone.
I bite down on my thumbnail as I wait. I walk back and forth so many
times I feel dizzy enough to pass out. Then, out of nowhere, there's a
knock. I pad swiftly over to the door and put my ear to it.
"Sam? That you? It's me, Brad," he whispers. I unlock the door and let
him in, closing and re-locking it the moment he enters. He's about to say
something when he looks down at me puzzled.
Oh my gosh, he seems so big now!
"Um...hello? I came here to see Sam."
"Y-Yes," I stammer. For a moment, I'm taken aback by the high-pitched
sweetness of my new voice. "It's me...I'm Sam."
He looks stunned, then laughs. "Um, yeah....where is he though, really?"
"Brad, it's me! I met someone on the...and then...oh, just look!" I hold out
my right arm and pull back the sleeve. It reveals my tribal tattoo, the
one I got during a drunken night abroad. Incidentally, it was also that
night I happened to tell him everything about my 'other self.' He stares
at the tattoo. It's smaller on my thinner arm, but still pretty distinct.
He doesn't say anything else, he just stares hard into my eyes.
"Just...listen, okay?" I say.
I recount my story, trying to keep it in chronological order for
clarity's sake. As I go on, I can see the cynical look in his eyes slowly
dissipating. He follows through with a few quick-fire questions, things
only the two of us would know. I answer each one perfectly, and even go
so far as to show him the log of my conversation with 'Blue_sorceress.'
Eventually, he just nods and we come out again into the main room. He
sighs and scratches his head.
"That's really you, isn't it?" his eyes scan me from jet-black hair to
tiny feet.
"Yeah, it's me," I reply, pushing the hair from my eyes irritably.
"So, how do you feel?"
"Angry. Small. Weak. Not all that great overall."
"How long do you think it'll last?"
"Only tonight, I'm hoping. She didn't say."
"You look cute."
"Very funny."
"No, really, you could actually pass for a girl. A Japanese girl,
anyway."
"I'm not sure that's a compliment."
"It is, trust me. Look at it this way: you're closer to being a real girl
now than you've ever been."
"Yeah but, at what cost? What am I supposed to tell my family? There's no
way they'd believe me."
"I believed you, didn't I?"
"Only 'cause you're as insane as me."
He laughs. "Can't you just enjoy it though? Even if it's just for
tonight?"
"How can I enjoy it, not knowing what's around the corner?"
"Because it could just be for tonight, and tomorrow you'll change back
into plain old Sam, wishing you'd taken this opportunity to be really
girly. From what I read, I don't think this sorceress woman is a bad
person. Maybe she just wants to help you."
"I can't embrace it, Brad, not without knowing for certain."
"Maybe I can help?" He looks down at my chest distractedly. "Feeling the
cold, are we?"
I look down to see my nipples pushing through my shirt. "Hey! Don't you
look!" I folded my arms to cover them.
"Can I see them?"
"What? No!"
"Please? Just a peek?"
"Brad..."
"Okay, okay." He dropped down onto the couch. "But, look at it this way:
tonight could be your one and only chance to be a girl and have a
boyfriend."
"You?" I scoffed.
"Why not? We're both friends, aren't we? It would be just the two of us,
just for tonight."
"It would be weird."
"Not for me. You don't look anything like your old self."
"It would be weird for me."
"Weird...but you might enjoy it?" He patted the seat beside him.
"You are not serious," I said, sitting down hesitantly. My feet still
don't reach the floor.
"Just a kiss...and we can take it from there."
"What makes you think I'm gay?"
"You don't have to be gay, just to want to feel girly, "and what better
way than to be taken by a big, strong man?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Just....c'mere...." His hand is on my cheek, his much, much, much bigger
hand, and he leans in. I open my mouth to protest, but before I know it,
his lips are on mine. A strange energy runs through me, the likes of
which I have never felt before. His stubble brushes my softer skin
causing me to flinch. He pulls back, his eyes seizing mine, and goes in
again. This time, my hand mirrors his by resting against his cheek. I
don't get chance to think about what to do next, his tongue is slipping
in past my lips. My throat tightens in response. As I raise my own tongue
to push his out though, we connect and I find myself mimicking his
movements, matching the snake-like motions of his tongue. His hand drags
across my chest and scrapes my erect nipples causing me to wince. He
pulls back again.
"So...?"
"I...I..." I can't seem to catch my breath. My face feels like it's on fire.
"Come on...at least show me your body. Please?"
I nod and stand up. I don't know why, maybe it's because of my sudden
arousal, but all of a sudden I want him to see me; I want someone to bear
witness. "Just for a bit, okay?" He nods and I start to unbutton.
Starting from the top, I open my shirt to reveal my dark, swollen
nipples, along with the little breast tissue I have.
"Wow...nice," he grins.
I continue, working down past my navel until, finally, I come to my
crotch. "Promise you won't laugh?"
"Promise," he says. I nod, and reveal all. My cock, which must be no more
than 3 inches now, is fully erect, pointing diagonally up. "Wow," he
says, "a little shemale cock." He looks up and grins. "You're like, a
real sissy."
"I'm not a sissy!" I protest, though it sounds stupid coming from my
high-pitched voice. "You don't even know what a sissy is!"
"Chill, I was yanking your chain. Even if it is a small chain..."
"Are you finished gawking now?" I demand, hands on hips.
"You're...really hard. You must be horny."
"That's...none of your business!"
"Was it the kiss? Or revealing yourself as someone so...womanly?" I don't
know the answer to his question. All I know is, my shrunken balls are
drawn up tight and my cock is so tense it aches. It takes everything for
me to not push my groin out. Something brushes against it.
"Ah! What are you doing?" His hand is hovering there.
"Sorry, I just wanted to see how hard it gets."
"The same as before! It's just...smaller."
"Smaller and....more sensitive?" His palm brushes the underside of my cock
and I tremble. His skin is so rough against mine, that for a moment I
fear I'm about to shoot directly into his hand. I fight for control as it
bobs gently. "Wow, you're on the edge. This whole thing is really turning
you on, isn't it?"
"Brad, I..." I want to deny it, but my head is swimming in a sea of lust. I
just can't help it, it's like the enactment of a fantasy I never knew I
had.
"Come on, let's see you cum." Without warning he grabs my swollen ass
tight, forcing me to buck my hips forward with a groan. With his other
hand, he flicks the tip of my cock rapidly, until its bobbing even harder
than before. I grit my teeth, tensing upright as a girly squeal forces
its way up my throat. I cum helplessly in a series of short but powerful
spurts. I screw my face up tight, catching my breath. After a while, I
swallow, looking back down at Brad who is smiling. It's not an evil
smile, more that he's in awe somehow. "That was...pretty hot."
"You could have warned me," I pant.
"Come on, it was more fun that way, admit it."
"M...maybe." I look down. I'm getting soft, dripping onto the carpet in the
process. "I need to go shower."
"Want me to come with?"
"In your dreams, mister."
"Oh, I'll have all kinds of dreams after tonight."
Rather than say anything else, I hurry to the bathroom, holding my shirt
around me.
Even though it's at the usual temperature, the water proves far too hot
for my more sensitive body. I decrease the heat and stand motionless,
feeling the water jet run down my silky smooth skin. After a while, I
pick up the shampoo and squirt some into my hand. I start to rub it into
my hair and soon realise I'm going to need quite a bit more than normal.
Trying to control such a large amount of hair proves tricky, and on more
than one occasion I have to flick it behind my shoulders and start over.
I go through this for about fifteen minutes, trying to make sure it's all
properly washed. Once done, I comb my hair back behind my ears with my
longer nails. I turn to leave the shower, only to scream loudly at the
face staring down at me. If my voice wasn't muffled by the drone of the
shower, I'm certain someone would have been knocking at my door.
"Brad? What the hell?!"
"Sorry," he said, sheepishly. "You left the door open and I..."
"...Thought you might quite like to be a pervert?"
"Hey, I've already seen what you look like."
"That's not the point," I sigh. I lower my hand to cover my groin, then
realise my situation and place my other arm across my chest. "What is it
you want?"
"I just...I....." I look up at him sceptically, waiting for my answer. "I
just...didn't want what we had going back there to end so soon."
My first instinct is to throw the soap at him, but I realise the
sincerity in his voice, in his eyes, and step back deeper into the
shower. "There's room for one more," I tell him. He nods and starts to
undress. I watch as he reveals his muscles, made all the more impressive
when compared to my own slender features. I say nothing as he continues,
but feel my cock stiffening once more to press against my palm; then he
removes his shorts and I feel a wave of inadequacy come over me. His
member is fully erect, a good 6 or 7 inches. He smirks as he sees the
look in my eye and climbs in alongside me. He takes my wrists gently and
lowers them to my sides. Our cocks stand rigid opposite one another, a
contrast so powerful it's a wonder none of us laughed. He tilts my head
by the chin and kisses me once more. Feeling less uneasy than last time,
I feel free to kiss harder than before, even guiding his tongue instead
of just meeting it.
Our lips stay locked for what feels like an eternity. After a while, his
hands travel up my body to rest on my shoulders. We break off and stare
at each other, eye to eye. He drags his fingertips gently down my body,
scraping my nipples in the process. I emit an involuntary gasp with the
sensation, and he smiles to see the sparkle in my eyes. He brings his
hands back up again, this time choosing to stop and work my nipples with
his thumbs. The circular motions he moves them in creates a sharp
stabbing sensation inside me, running all the way down to my cock. My
right leg quivers beyond my control, buckling at the knee so that I have
to clutch his shoulders to stay upright. He takes advantage of my gaping
mouth to kiss me once more. I pull myself upright, to feel the tip of his
solid dick sliding up my belly. Without thinking, I take it in my hand.
It's huge, to the point I can barely get my fingers around it. I look up
to see the smile still hasn't left his face. I mirror it in turn shyly.
And in that moment, both our smiles fade. We each know what's about to
happen, neither of us are strong enough to resist; the electricity
between us is simply too strong. Whether this makes or breaks out
friendship will be decided after the fact. I stand on tip-toe, whispering
into his ear.
"In the bedroom - let's do this properly."
Switching off the shower, we leave the bathroom together, kissing and
rubbing one another as we do. We leave a trail of watery prints in the
carpet as we go - we don't have time to stop and dry off, the moment is
too important. Soon, we're both kneeling before each other on the bed,
our eyes taking in each other's bodies once more before heading into the
final act. Brad moves first, leaning in and taking me by the head,
drawing out lips together for the kissing to renew itself. We toy with
gentle touching for a long as we can bear. Then, with our temperatures
soaring to meltdown point, I give him the signal. I turn slowly,
shuffling backwards until my buttocks connect with his shaft. Taking a
fist of my hair, I pull it over my left shoulder. Brad's hands run the
length of my back, coming to rest on my buttocks. I bend down gently,
coming to rest on all fours. I stare at the wall opposite as he moves
into position, feeling his gentle touch as he slowly but surely enters
me. He asks me if it hurts and I shake my head. From there, he begins to
buck gently, and I feel the full length of him inside me. It's a strange
feeling, alien and yet somehow welcome. I get a feeling somewhere between
my stomach and pelvis, a tight, swelling sensation that travels all the
way through my cock, which is rigid to the point of agony. As we buck in
rhythm, it becomes impossible for me to resist moaning in tandem, my
sweet, high voice filling the air. I turn to look at my computer, and see
the name 'blue_sorceress' still sitting there. As I look at her avatar, I
can't help but get the sense that she's smiling at me, as if she could
always see me. For a moment, I think I see fresh text pop up, but the
climax building between me and Brad is about to hit its peak, and
everything in front of me blurs in a wave of sensation.
An hour passes. We're sat on my couch, staring out of the window where
dawn is about to rise from the line of buildings opposite. Brad is
wearing my gown, with me wearing his t-shirt, which dwarfs me even more
dramatically than my own shirt. Our throats are dry, our limbs aching.
"Do you think you'll change back once the night ends?" he asks.
"I'm not sure. We'll find out in a minute when the sun rises."
"Either way...whatever happens...we're still...aren't we?"
"Of course we are," I reply. "Whatever happens."
"I can't stand this waiting, it's killing me."
"How do you think I feel?"
"If you don't change back, will you change your name?"
"I don't know, right now I can't think straight."
"Right, sorry." I pat his hand gently. Just on top of one of the
buildings, I see a glint of orange starting to appear.
"Here we go..." I said. Our hands tightened firmly around one another.
THE END
Jerri
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