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Victoria leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. She smiled down
at the girl sprawled in front of her.
Jesse stared up, wide-eyed. She tried to imagine the scene that
Victoria must be absorbing; Jesse, exhausted and lewd, sprawled on the
floor with her legs still splayed out. Her inner thighs were sticky and
wet and smooth, coated in a lather of her own making. Under her seat,
beads of intimate moisture formed strings between the cheeks of her
ass, and she could feel her skin squish and slide every time she
clenched her glutes. Her feet were spread wide and panties pulled to
the side, revealing a swollen, hungry pussy. It spasmed periodically,
still recovering from the orgasm and sending aftershocks of pleasure
shivering up Jesse's spine.
Her thoughts tumbled around uselessly in her head, refusing to connect
into anything cohesive. She wondered how long she'd been laying there,
catching her breath. She tried to find the words for some elaborate
explanation, but they floated around in her mind, just out of reach.
Victoria unfolded her arms and strode forward.
"I have to say, I'm a little surprised. You couldn't even wait one
day?"
Victoria bent down. Her fingers gently caressed Jesse's face, which had
blushed bright red at the casual comments. Victoria's dark, loving eyes
penetrated deep into Jesse's. Their lips met. Jesse reveled in the
pillowy, smooth sensation of their lips sliding against each other.
Their tongues danced, hidden. Jesse moaned in her throat.
Victoria broke off the kiss and stood. She smiled when she noticed
Jesse's blush spread across her entire body and down to her feet.
Victoria stepped back and observed, lovingly, her eyes taking in every
detail.
As Jesse gathered her wits, something tingled in the back of her mind.
She remembered something about... the name James? Her eyes widened.
James!
Oh god. What had she done? She'd something permanent. She gasped in a
loud, heaving sob.
Jesse stood and bolted to the bathroom, leaving Victoria to worriedly
call her name behind her.
Jesse gently shut the bathroom door and rested her head against it for
a moment. She gathered her thoughts. What should she say? How could she
even begin to convey the complex swirl of emotions she felt?
"I, I just... I just need a minute to process."
A brief silence. "Take your time," came the gentle, whispered response.
Jesse slowly turned and faced the bathroom mirror. A young, blonde girl
stared back at her, afraid to move. Her breasts moved with her chest,
rising and falling subtly with each slow breath. She looked slightly
shorter than the average girl - maybe five-three or five-four. Her hair
fell in front of her eyes, clumping together in places with residual
sweat. Her arms were lean and graceful. Her waist tapered in adorably
before rounding out generously. She was curvy and delicate.
Holy shit. This was real. It wasn't a dream. It was real life, and
Jesse hadn't thought this through. James had a life, and she looked
nothing like him. He was dead. She had... killed him. She had stuck the
needle in her leg and finished him off, without even thinking.
Stop it. Jesse closed her eyes, calmed her nerves. Stop. Nobody's dead.
You're alive. You're safe. She tested herself. What's your favorite
pizza? What's your favorite movie? She smiled at the comfortable
memories.
Pepperoni. And Ghostbusters.
Jesse stared into the mirror. James didn't die. James is just a name,
he is me, and I'm still here. Jesse and James, they're both me. I am
more than my name. I am more than my body.
Her blue eyes blinked slowly.
I wanted this, she realized. I've fantasized about this since I was 12.
Memories of James' youth flooded back. Had it been that long ago
already? Had it been that long since James lay awake in bed as a teen,
fantasizing about life as a girl? How long ago had he shoved those
thoughts into a private box labeled 'fetish only?'
Her heart pounded in her chest. I get to experience the life I always
thought was impossible - too unrealistic to be anything more than a
wild fantasy. Victoria didn't force this last step on me; she offered
it and I took it.
Jesse slowed her breathing. She said she would take care of me. I'm
safe. This is scary, but it doesn't feel... wrong.
How does it feel?
Jesse looked at the adorably innocent face in the mirror and at the
supple features of the body below.
It feels pretty fucking amazing.
Jesse fluttered her eyelashes in front of the mirror. She kissed the
air. She raised one eyebrow, then the other. She marveled at her new
face.
"Who, me?" she mouthed.
She looked perfectly flirty. Jesse turned and admired herself from
different angles, appreciating the curves of her waist and breasts. She
could get the hang of this.
She had someone to thank.
Moments later, in the bedroom, Victoria turned her head to see Jesse
exiting the bathroom, looking scared and ecstatic.
"Are you okay?" asked Victoria, cautiously.
Jesse considered for a moment, staring at the ground. Eventually, she
looked up and met Victoria's eyes.
"It's... overwhelming. There's so much I hadn't considered. I acted on
impulse."
"But," she added. "You're right." Jesse looked up and their eyes met.
"I wanted this. My whole life, I felt this yearning for something I
could never have, and you gave it to me."
"So, I wanted to say... thank you," she finished.
Jesse leaped into Victoria's arms and they embraced. Jesse felt her
bare breasts pressing against Victoria's own pair. She felt the
electric tingle of her smooth skin tickling against Victoria's. She
felt her nipples harden and push into the air. She soaked in the
feeling of smallness as her girlfriend - her mistress - rested her
forehead against Jesse's own. Her worried thoughts began to fade like
smoke. Pink smoke. Her mind floated in it.
Jesse rubbed her thighs together, the gooey, lovely warmth returning
quickly to her belly. She wanted to explore more.
"Please," Jesse pleaded. "Show me again. Show me what it feels like to
be... uh..." She blushed, "...a girl."
Victoria smiled devilishly. She turned slowly, holding Jesse's gaze,
and walked over to the bags on the nightstand.
"I'll do more than that," she promised. She reached in and pulled out a
long, sturdy-looking metal bar attached to some leather straps. "I'll
show you what it feels like to be a slut."
With a look of apprehension, Jesse watched Victoria approach. She
offered no resistance as Victoria spun her backwards and bent down to
her feet. Victoria spread Jesse's long legs - one at a time - and
kneeled, strapping cuffs of leather to Jesse's ankles, as Jesse bit her
lip. She posed easily, like a doll. She whimpered as Victoria locked
Jesse's legs to the spreader bar in a standing, exposed pose.
Victoria held Jesse's chin gently and turned her head to face straight
forward. Jesse realized once again that she was standing before the
full-length mirror leading into the closet. She looked helpless and
innocent. She looked absolutely sinful.
Victoria guided Jesse's arms behind her back, pushing her breasts
forward. She felt another set of leather straps string her wrists
together.
"You look beautiful," Victoria whispered into Jesse's ear from behind
her. Jesse could feel soft hands caressing up and down her flanks.
Watching the mirror, Jesse saw fingers stroking lightly up the insides
of her spread, weak thighs. The fingers pressed against and indented
her plump rear. One hand retreated before reappearing below, between
her legs. Victoria's palm began rubbing Jesse's sex from behind, and
Jesse leaned forward to provide easier access. It was such a strange
sensation, to not see the figure rubbing her folds from behind. Below
her, her breasts quivered slightly and swayed. The palm stroked slowly
- forward and back. Forward and back. Nested between her lower lips, an
invisible bundle of nerves buzzed happily with each stroke, tucked into
the safety of puffy lips.
The hands left for a moment, and Jesse could see Victoria in the
mirror, shimmying into a familiar strap-on harness. Jesse waited, and
Victoria approached. Her hands reached and rested onto Jesse's hips,
holding her and tilting her rear back, slightly. Victoria's head peeked
around Jesse's shoulder and their eyes locked in the mirror. Victoria
held Jesse's gaze and cooed into her ear,
"My little girl, you're about to be fucked from behind. Are you sure
you want it?"
Jesse's chest tightened. A lump swelled in her throat as she held back
tears. "Yes!" She moaned erotically.
Gently, a hard object prodded against the warm soft spot below her
crotch. She felt - and thought perhaps she even heard - the slippery
and uncompromising object press into her. She felt her body open below
her like a hungry animal as she received the thick shape, practically
pulling it in eagerly. She realized she had still been moaning this
whole time, guttural and wanton and steadily climbing in pitch.
She felt Victoria's hips press into her backside and rest there.
Testing, Jesse tried to flex her muscles around the invader. To push it
out from behind her. The attempt felt slippery and ineffectual. The
shape held its position. It impaled her and refused to move.
Unbidden, the shape retreated, and Jesse felt a fleeting and desperate
urge to pull it back in. It pushed forward again and Jesse's head fell
back, resting on Victoria's waiting shoulder. Victoria nibbled Jesse's
ear and proceeded to fuck her rhythmically.
The cock slid in and out, paying no heed to the spasms in Jesse's
pelvic floor. Her body couldn't seem to decide whether to push or pull,
but it was happily fucked all the same. Her voice caught in sexy,
breathy gasps.
"Oh! Oh! Fuck!"
Victoria looked down at the sight in front of her, watching the space
between her hips and Jesse's round ass. The silicone cock slid
delicious into the lithe body in front of her. Jesse's buttocks sent
out little ripples each time their skin slapped together. She looked up
just in time to see Jesse tremble, visibly wracked by the first of her
orgasms.
"That's! My! Good! Little! Slut!" she praised, each word emphasized by
a powerful thrust and a pull on Jesse's hips.
Jesse felt a gush of warmth and the dildo slid more easily with every
movement. It violated her as her mind melted into complete bliss.
"Fuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee..." she begged. Victoria obliged.
With excitement, Victoria realized that the last of the changes was
starting.
Jesse could feel Victoria's hold on her strengthen. She looked in front
of her - into the mirror - and gasped as the room flexed and grew in a
single, short rush. Her vision quickly reoriented, and she realized
that she had just lost - at minimum - two inches of height. Her torso,
legs, arms and waist had all reduced. She felt absolutely skewered on
the hard strap-on cock behind her. She had shrunk around it, but it
continued to penetrate her.
As she watched, she saw her breasts shake and grow. They swelled,
growing rounder and heavier. Victoria noticed as well and grinned, her
hands reaching up to cup them as she fucked Jesse.
"That's right baby," Victoria's tone teasing. "Watch me fuck you as you
transform into my perfect little fucktoy. Just like you always wanted."
Jesse's hair grew down past her shoulders and her face rounded even
more. Her lips looked absolutely suckable.
"Yes mistress," she cried.
Jesse's world was complete. Wanton thoughts flitted through her mind;
thoughts of being strung up on ropes, thoughts of sucking a cock,
thoughts of laying under a beautiful pussy and being commanded to eat
it. Thoughts of having her nipples sucked and bitten and jiggled. She
thought back on all the videos she'd masturbated to throughout her
life, and the jealousy she felt watching the girls experience amazing
orgasm after amazing orgasm. She realized she could be in those videos.
If she wanted.
The thought sent her over the edge again.
Another melodic voice joined hers, and Jesse opened her eyes to see
Victoria behind her, shaking in her own blissful orgasm as she ground
her hips into the strap-on she wore. Jesse could feel the urgency of
the silicone sliding around inside her.
They both lowered themselves to the floor, exhausted and happy. They
cuddled while they both worked to catch their breath.
Victoria unbuckled Jesse from the spreader bar. Jesse pulled the
harness down Victoria's legs and tossed it aside. They hugged on the
floor, resting their foreheads together, and the tips of their noses.
Before they drifted off, exhausted on the floor, Jesse whispered the
question.
"What happens next?"
Victoria smirked.
"I have a few ideas."
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