I was immediately taken aback. John had always been an absolute player, he always had a new girl who seemed to worship him. That was my first mistake. Assuming that the goal was for him. Later I would find out that wasn't the case at all.
"What?! You want to be a little sissy slut?"
"You wanted me to make goals, I've finally gone and done it."
"I know, I just never expected something like this. Good for you, I suppose, I hope you make good progress..."
"We can only hope."
With that, our conversation ended. I was totally thrown for a loop but I did know one thing. I was suddenly super hungry. Oddly enough, I couldn't satiate that hunger. In fact, it seemed that it only went away when I chewed gum or sucked on lollipops. This cycle went on for weeks, if I didn't have something in my mouth I could hardly focus. It was torturous to an extent.
More weeks passed and I began realizing other odd things. I found myself being much more worried about how I dressed or how other people saw me, especially other guys, I just had a drive to look better than everyone else. Soon, my fashion craze changed my style quite a lot. To be honest it was quite effeminate, I loved it though. I felt so ... pretty... odd to say, I know, but that's the only way I could describe it.
Soon after reworking my entire wardrobe I began to see guys in a different light. It was as if a switch had flipped in my head and I could suddenly see for the first time. I'd obviously seen plenty of men throughout my life but, seemingly out of nowhere, I began to see how attractive some men really were. I could finally see how a man might prefer men to women. I had never understood how a man could see another man and want him more than a stunningly beautiful woman. Now though, I could kinda see why. Some men were incredibly hot. It's not something I'd ever thought I'd say but now, I saw it as a truth. I even started getting aroused by some men that I saw in movies, tv shows, and even porn.
Speaking of porn, that was a major change. I had always seen myself as an alpha male who was super dominant in bed. As such, when I wasn't in a relationship, I watched a ton of rough porn where the guy effectively uses the woman as his toy. Suddenly though, I'd dialed that back a bit. I even started watching porn that was marketed as "for women." Part of me loved that the stars weren't just fucking for the sake of it. It seemed as though they were in love to an extent.
Eventually, after a couple months of this paradigm shift, I began crossdressing. I never left the house but I had a good collection of dresses and my favorite of all, panties. The way that lacy panties softly rubbed my dick would make me unbelievably horny. Before too long I couldn't get myself off unless I was wearing at least a dress.
After ignoring or flat out denying my changes for months on end I broke and made a goal. "Figure out what I want sexually." It was simple and frankly, not really needed. I was almost positive that I wanted a man. That said... I had to make sure. First, I tried picking up a girl at a bar but I struck out with every girl I tried. I spent a week trying to get just about any girl to come home with me before I finally decided to pick up a prostitute. Predictably, I couldn't keep it up, no matter how hard she sucked or how much I wanted to, I just couldn't stay erect.
After that... let's say... enlightening night. I started going to clubs and checking for gloryholes. I wasn't brave enough to pursue a man legitimately so this was my best bet. I went through five different clubs before I found one. Once I knew where it was going to happen I made my way home and got ready. I pulled out a simple dress that hugged my ass amazingly and had plenty of room for me to really get my chest looking big. I then pulled out my favorite underwear set and got to work with my makeup, By the end of my makeover I truly looked beautiful. My breast forms and wig completed the look and I was ready to give this plan a shot.
I arrived at the club an hour before it was going to close which honestly was probably a bit late for my plans. I made my way into the receiving end of the gloryhole and waited patiently for my partner. By this point I could have just left. I had completed my goal surely. As soon as I knelt down in that room my mind started racing in anticipation and my mouth began watering. I had also started to pitch a tent in my pretty little dress before I started oozing precum like the sissy slut I had so obviously become. A few minutes passed and I was ready to burst. You could've stuck a broom handle through the hole and I would've tried to suck it. Eventually though I heard the door on the other side open before an audible zip and the jingling of a belt. I nearly lost it when it came through the hole. It was exactly what I wanted. I had never wanted anything so much. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and slowly went to wrap my lips around this masterful thing in front of me. Just as my lips were about to touch it though I felt carpet under my knees that had previously not been there. Consequently I recoiled back wondering what had happened.
"You didn't think I'd let your first taste be of anyone but me did you?"
"John! I mean, who are you? How am I here?" ...real smooth...
"Oh Alex, or I suppose, Alexis, you naive little sissy. I'll explain everything, but first..." He snapped and I watched his clothes vanish revealing a delicious looking treat for me.
"Can.. can I suck it?" was all I could manage in my trance-like state.
"Of course, I know how important it is for you to meet your goals. I wouldn't want to get in the way of that."
I didn't give it a second thought after that and swiftly started working his amazing dick. While I was consumed in my own little world he explained what had happened, though, to be completely honest, I didn't hear a word of it. I was a little too preoccupied. After I worked him to completion he asked asked if I wanted to change back. Hearing this perplexed me but once my confusion was obvious he explained everything again.
It was a really confusing concept to me but in the end I believe it boiled down to this. He was upset with my constant nagging about setting goals and blah blah blah so he made an image that would screw with my mind until I was a submissive little slut that would do anything for a yummy cock. He claimed that he was able to 'will' things into existence and that's how he made the image. I didn't care about that though. I really only listened to give him some time to get ready for round two. When He finished his explanation and I immediately wrapped my hand around his manhood, my answer to his question was fairly obvious.
Somewhere along the road of me giving him the first blowjob and then all that followed my dick shrunk away into a tight little pussy while my breast forms and wig became considerably less artificial making me a fully fledged woman. The first time he used my pussy was ecstasy and from that point on there wasn't a shadow of a doubt that I was his little plaything and I didn't have so much as a shred of sorrow for the loss of my former self.
(I don't know what changed. I've had these images picked out with a vague idea for this story for months. I started with literally just the first two sentences and it became this out of nowhere. I'm really happy with how it turned out though, so that's good. I meant to finish the story that @4lice had requested tonight or at least get more done on it but instead this materialized. Speaking of that story, yes, I'm still going to write it... eventually. Either way, I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it ^_^)