Corruption of the Body and Mind

(Only one image for reasons I explain in the aside at the end. ^_^)

 How did I end up here? I’ve gone over the past few weeks in my head so many times, no matter how many times I run through it I never learn anything. I know I’ve changed, I don’t know why, I don’t know if I care. Curiosity is my greatest vice however so I’m writing this hoping someone out there reads it and can tell me what happened to me.

Four weeks ago I was a normal guy, I played video games far more than it was healthy to, I masturbated, once again, to an unhealthy degree, and I had been single for nearly three years. I’m not sure exactly when it started but about four weeks ago I noticed that when jerking off I was paying more attention to the men than usual. Nothing too drastic but it struck me as odd nonetheless. A few days passed where I paid more and more attention the the guys before I was at the point that cocks looked incredible to me. Before dicks we’re just dicks, y’know? I wasn’t repulsed but I wasn’t exactly attracted to them. I mentioned that I had been having those thoughts to my friend John a few days later and he was surprisingly supportive. That’s not to say he took it one hundred percent seriously though.

“Well, if you want to you can suck me off to test it out.” He said with a laugh.

“Nice try, even if I am switching teams you shouldn’t hold your breath expecting anything from me.” 

“That’s a bit harsh, I’m just trying to help. Jokes aside though, I’m pretty sure there’s a gloryhole at the sex shop, if you’re really questioning it’d be worth a shot.”

“Yeah right, it’s probably nothing, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

“Alright man, but my offer still stands!” He couldn’t help but let out another small laugh.

After about a week I was at a breaking point, I couldn’t think about cock without getting impossibly hard. I was jerking off ten times a day and no matter how many times I came I couldn’t stop thinking of cock. 

About a week and a half passed since the changes started and I had to do something. All I could think about was cock. Every waking moment I was thinking about it, jerking off to it, craving just a taste. That’s what I thought I needed, a taste, that’s all, once I tasted it everything would go back to normal.. right? With my objective clear I started preparing myself for my expedition. I bought a wig, some female clothes and watched about four hundred makeup videos. Once I was passable I took John’s joking advice and went to a gloryhole. I tried not to be conspicuous and eventually made my way into the receiving side. It must have been a minute at most but the anticipation made it days. Once that cock made its way through the hole I froze a bit. I had run through this plan a hundred times. Taste it, realize it’s not my thing, leave. Simple... As soon as I got the tip passed my lips all timidity vanished. This is what I had been needing. I’d needed this cock all my life I just did it know it. I felt complete, as if my place was on my knees doing exactly as I was. 

I felt empty when that first cock pulled away. I had gotten my reward and made sure that I hadn’t missed any but I needed more. Luckily more is exactly what I got. A couple of hours had passed by the time I finally left that booth. From just sucking guys off until they popped I had thoroughly soiled my panties. The amount of precum that dribbled out of my dick was incredible, and that was only the start, I came three times, I never even touched my dick, just the sheer pride and joy I got with each load of cum sent me over the edge. My poor little dick was empty by the time I left that room. Unbeknownst to me however, that satisfaction, that bliss was just the calm before the storm. 

Another week passed with me draining the balls of countless men. I stopped counting at about fifty, but trust me, that is far from the current number. Around that time is when I lost my anal virginity. It was the best sex I’d ever had by lightyears, and with ever new cock my addiction grew. I was so ravenous that the shop owner had a room set up for me with a hole on each side. I alone was probably the reason for a tripling in his clientele. So many people came just for me. I even started to remember some of the cocks. For example the one deep in my ass there I’ve called Bill, don’t know why, it just felt right. Anyway, I love Bill in my ass, it was like my ass was made for that cock, or vis versa. And Tom, the one I’m getting deep into my throat, is my absolute favorite. Whoever Tom’s person is is definitely proud of him, everything about Tom is perfect for me. As much as Bill feels great in my ass, Tom edges him out slightly, while also being an absolute dream to suck and swallow. The smell that dominates my senses anytime Tom comes through is indescribable. It’s a full on assault on every dopamine receptors in my brain. The taste is even better though, it’s like all my favorite things working in perfect harmony together to make my tiny little clitty absolutely drool precum and dribble out my pathetic little orgasms. I always “cum” multiple times when having my way with good ol’ Tom.

The physical changes came soon after that. Over the course of on a get days I no longer needed my wig, soon after that the breast forms were useless to me, as each day passed my pantries fit better and better. My clitty was of course the last thing to fully depart but instead of mourning my losses I celebrated my gains. I went from a flat chest to having a nice, if not a bit small, pair of boobs was amazingly sensitive nipples adorning them. My hair grew from a short, unhealthy, mess, to long, smooth, locks that perfectly framed my face. My once male body had thoroughly shrank while my figure became much more petite. Then of course, the greatest gift from all of this was that of losing my worthless little clitty and it being replaced by a tight, sensitive, beautiful pussy. 

The day my womanhood fully blossomed I texted John to come over. As the minutes grew to fill eternity I sat there, eagerly awaiting my friend’s arrival, with my body on full display.

“OH MY GOD! I am soooo sorry, I must have picked the wrong room.” John was rightfully confused.

“No John, it’s me, Alex.”

“No way, what happened?”

“I don’t know, but that’s not exactly why I invited you over.”

“..Okaaay... why am I here then?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Ok.. wait a sec, you’re suddenly a girl and you want me to have sex with you? Shouldn’t you like, I don’t know, be trying to figure out how to be a guy again?”

“I watched as day by day my clitty shrunk, once it was gone I was so happy. Now, I want you to take my virginity, vaginal virginity that is, bit late on anal.. sorry.”

And take he did, in moments he had me on the floor while he drove his cock deep into me. Each thrust sent me deeper and deeper into the vast ocean of pleasure that I could now experience. Just as soon as the shock faded though I realized something. I knew this cock, I knew it well. I could feel every inch of the magnificent cock and knew that it was Tom. My favorite cock belongs to my best friend. 

That’s where I am now, that’s all I know, maybe you can make more sense of it than I have.

(Well, here I am again. Out of obscurity to post a story with the hopes that I’ll keep writing consistently like I used to only to of course not follow through with said hopes. This break was not wholly unfounded however, about 3 weeks ago my house burned down, I’m not going to go into many details but everyone and our dog made it out safe. Obviously, the last thing on my mind was grabbing my laptop in the moments during discovering the fire. As such, I haven’t exactly had much means to write. Outside of the clothes on my back and my family the only thing I got out was my phone so that I could call 911. That combined with the obvious shock I went through out writing into the back seat for a bit despite having been getting close to writing again just before the fire. That brings us here, I wrote this while I was in a hotel room about a week after the fire and intended to edit it and post it soon after that. Having just now gotten around to doing that I’m not in the mood/willing to go through my normal editing process, and sadly, as I mentioned before the caption, images turned out to be a problem. I had 5 or 6 picked out and ready to go but when I checked today they were all blank because I didn’t add them to the document properly on account of drafting this in the notes app on my phone. As such, seeing as I’m too drained to so much as edit I hope y’all can understand my lack of desire to re-find and replace the lost images. 

That’s all I really have to say, in short, shit happened, I’m ok, to exhausted by life to edit/repopulate this story with images. I hope despite me killing the mood here at the end all of you have been well and as always, I hope y’all have a nice day. ^_^)

(Also, I know the title is way over the top but right now I honestly can’t think of anything better.)

Quirky

No, no no no, NO, Fuck! God.. That is practically the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. Shit, y'know what, maybe the message will fail to send. Maybe I wont have to explain this to him. Only time will tell.

Well, it didn't fail. He hasn't responded to the text yet though so maybe he hasn't seen it. Maybe it screwed up on his end. I'm going crazy trying to think how on earth I can explain THAT picture. I mean, sure, he knows about my Quirk but I've never sent anything like that to him. Maybe I should explain myself. For a few years now everyone on years has been getting powers, some good, some bad. Once it became evident that it wasn't just a handful of people, society had to adapt. Based on who you talk to and what they prefer; these abilities will get you different titles or have different names. For simplicity the worlds governments just call people with powers, which at this point is nearly everyone, powered individuals. Some people were more partial to Marvel or DC's names such as Mutants and Meta Humans. Others, like myself liked the sound of 'Quirk' as a descriptor for your power a la My Hero Acadamia. Regardless, they all meant the same thing. You have some random power. For example, my power is shapeshifting.. kinda. Well, that's what it is, but it's more.. restricted. You see, the more I fall in love with a person the more my body will change to match their idea of a perfect partner. This has obviously led to some great situations and some not so great ones. It has gotten me plenty of lays and lost me a few relationships. Now that that's out of the way here's what I just sent to my longest time friend Mark...

Yeah... not exactly something you send to a friend... To explain this, I've been dating a girl who tends to swing towards the fairer sex, though she does enjoy the genuine article to any.. rubber or plastic alternatives, so since I fell for her my body has been growing more and more effeminate while I luckily got to retain my manhood. Things had been going pretty great with her and we've been sexting regularly for a while now. That's where that picture comes from. It was meant to go to her but I accidentally sent it to Mark since her name is Mary... I didn't pay enough attention and since they were both at the top of my recent text conversations and have similar names... I fucked up.

After an hour or so of waiting for some reaction, some reply, anything from Mark, I heard a knock at my door. Upon further investigation I realized it was him. He was at my house for some reason. This can only end awkwardly..

"Oh, hey man, whatcha doing here? I didn't get a text or anything from you saying you were coming."

"Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. Oh yeah, and there's the picture you sent me."

Shit, he had gotten it. "Oh... yeah... sorry about that, it was meant for Mary, I hope it didn't weird you out to much.."

"Weird me out? Nooooo. I mean, what's an accidental sext between friends, nothing really."

I sighed in relief. "Good, I was a little paranoid there for a bit when you didn't respond."

"Yeah, I can understand, and one sec, I did have something to give you actually."

Thank God, he wasn't even phased, this can all be a thing of the-

"Here it is!" He said as he pulled out a maid costume from his bag.

"I appreciate it man but.. I'm not really into crossdressing.."

"I bet you'd really enjoy wearing this man."

It was like a switch flipped in my head. Why not try it? Could be fun dressing up and hell.. maybe Mary would be into it. With that thought driving me I grabbed the costume and went to change. It fit surprisingly well and Just like Mark had said I was really enjoying the way it made me feel. After a bit of admiring myself in the mirror I made my way back to the living room and sat in my chair to continue talking with Mark.

"So, how does it feel?"

"It feels great! I've never done anything like this before but it really feels good."

"You really look like a girl all dressed up like that, maybe you should commit to it a bit more, y'know, put on a bit of an act."

"You're so right." Without a second thought I struck a sultry pose trying my best to really look feminine. "How's this?"

"Geez, it's perfect, I almost want to strip you out of it and take you like a woman. I mean, we could experiment a little, y'know, see what things are like with a guy. If nothing else, I bet it would be great to find out more about yourself."

Never in my life had I given such an idea any thought. I was fine with anyone's sexuality but I was pretty confident that I was attracted to women. Now though? I really wanted to find out if gay sex is something I like.

"I think you're right, so who's going to be receiving first?"

"Well, as excited as I am to try it out, I feel like you'd feel better as the girl in this situation."

He was right, as he said it I knew that's what I wanted, I mean, I'd had sex with girls plenty of times, I've done anal too, so how new could being the one giving really be?

"You're right again, let's go."

As he started to strip I got up and leaned on my chair presenting my ass to him, waiting for him to take me.

At first it was nothing special, It felt fine but it's not like I was experiencing overwhelming pleasure or anything, it was just kinda ok. He on the other hand seemed to really enjoy it. He was grunting and and saying how tight I was. After a while I was about to stop him since I wasn't really getting much out of it, but as I turned to tell him he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I bet this feels way better for you man!" It gave me pause, up until that point I wasn't particularly enjoying it but suddenly it was as if he started to find all the right spots. I went from kinda bored to riding a pleasure high. It felt incredible. It was so much better than using my penis to fuck a girl. I was rock hard in mere seconds once he started hitting all those sensitive spots.

Either he is super experienced or his quirk is something to do with having enormous amounts of stamina because he was ramming my ass for what felt like hours. He was fucking me for so long that I was able to cum four times. Four! And I was even building to another. I hadn't even touched my dick once and yet I'd had four orgasms back to back. I was moaning like a porn star and never wanted it to end. You know what they say about all good things though.

"I'm nearly there man, I'm about to cum. Why don't you get the full experience and finish me with your mouth?"

What a great idea! I was loving his cock in my ass I may may as well see if I liked sucking dick too!

Once again, pretty underwhelming at first but after a while I guess he saw my hesitancy and chimed in, "You're really good at this man, you're probably loving this." Suddenly I realized just how right he was. His cock felt like the thing my mouth had been missing my entire life. Every inch just felt right. What before just tasted bland  now coated my mouth with incredible flavor. Thank god I had cleaned myself up for that buttplug earlier or this would likely be a much different story. "I'm not gonna last much longer, I hope you really like what comes next..." Part of me was worried about him finishing in my mouth, but given how incredible this thing had made me feel; I was not about to chicken out before finishing him off. Within a minute it happened. His cum flooded into my mouth, it coated my tongue and everything else, it felt like It just wouldn't stop. I was determined though, I wasn't going to waste a drop. Best. Decision. Ever. It was amazing. It was like nothing I'd ever tasted before yet perfect in every way. It was the perfect reward after sucking him off. I played with it in my mouth for a few seconds savoring the flavor before I eagerly swallowed and latched back onto his cock to scavenge every last ounce that had escaped me before. It wasn't much but the thin layer still on his cock and the small bit that had yet to come out was every bit at good as the rest. Maybe better.

"That was great man. It seemed like you really enjoyed it too. I'd offer to receive now but judging by the floor I doubt you've got much left in the tank."

I blushed. "Uh.. yeah. I couldn't help myself I guess.. I never thought taking a dick could feel so good."

"Good? It seemed like you were loving it, like you loved my cock, hell, like you loved me."

He was right, god was that the understatement to end all understatements. "It was great, amazing even, Way better than having sex with a girl! Does that mean I'm gay?"

"Maybe, I mean, we've always been close. I've loved you like family for a long time, and you me I assume. Maybe, instead of brothers we're spouses. Then again. I haven't exactly taken a dick yet and as far as I know I've always been straight."

"Well, we could hang out for a bit until we've recharged and you could give it a go!"

"You're right, you should keep the costume on though, It might help speed things up."

After about half an hour he seemed ready for round two but I didn't feel hard at all, it felt like my legs were wet from what I assumed was precum but when I reached down to start trying to get my dick hard, I wasn't met with my usual appendage. As you may have inferred I instead found a vagina. I froze at that realization, either Mary had suddenly decided that she was done with dicks forever or I loved someone else. I wanted it to be the former, I really did, but I knew.. My love had shifted. Over the course of the past few hours I had officially fallen for Mark. It was odd how fast it all happened, I was never usually this quick at falling for someone. Then again I guess maybe I had already fallen for him long ago but I now viewed it differently given the night's events. Either way. I knew what I had to do.

I excused myself under the guise of needing to use the restroom and took a moment to tell Mary everything. It was hard, really hard, but it had to be done. I told her that I had cheated and that I didn't deserve to be with her. She was rightfully furious and stopped texting me very quickly. I didn't get to the part about my cheating being with a guy, but, either way it was over between us. It hurt to hurt her like that, but, I knew it would be way worse to drag her along when I didn't feel the same way toward her. I took off the costume after that, aside from the stockings that is, I was a bit worried I'd mess them up removing them, and it just felt right to wear them. I then prepared myself for what was to come next. I knew what I wanted, I knew what I needed to do to get that. It was still petrifying all the same. I kept building up the courage to do it until I heard Mark knock on the door and I froze.

"You good in there? It's been a while."

I couldn't just not answer, he'd likely assume the worst and make his way in if I didn't say anything.

"Uh." I couldn't help but be surprised by how much higher my voice had gotten. "Yeah, I'm fine, one sec."

"Alright.. I just wanted to check.." He didn't at all seem phased by my voice's new register.

Once I was pretty sure he had returned to the living room I went to lay on my bed. How was this so hard? I've never been this nervous about telling someone my feelings before. After what felt like an eternity I called out for Mark to come to my bedroom. My heart was racing, I had butterflies in my stomach and I felt faint. I had never in my life been this anxious for something like this. That soon faded however. When he opened that door all my reservations melted away. I was ready for this. I was ready for my man to take me. Properly this time.

He didn't need further prompting. He saw me naked and waiting with an eager pussy between my legs. He grabbed my legs and spread them before christening my new womanhood and sealing my fate. If what I had felt earlier was incredible, this feeling was indescribable. I had never before felt so perfectly complete. After years of bedding more women than I could count, I had found something that truly felt real. I no longer needed my Quirk because in that moment, on that bed, with the man I love's cock pounding away at my delicate womanhood, I knew that nothing could ever amount to this again. I was at peace. I was whole. I can't tell you how many times my body erupted into orgasmic pleasure that night, or how many times I wished it would never end. Like I said earlier though. All good things...

The next morning I woke up before Mark. We had fallen asleep in eachother's arms and there was a high likelihood that I may become a mother, based on my best recollection of taking his seed inside me at least twice. I wriggled my way out of his embrace trying my best to not disturb him before catching a glimpse of his morning wood. I nearly dropped back to the bed to wake him up in the best way I could think of, but cooler heads prevailed and I left him to rest after the long night we had. I made my way to the bathroom to shower seeing as I did not break away from him at all last night and desperately needed to clean up before doing anything lest I smell of sex the entire day. Something I didn't entirely object to but seeing as I'd likely need a new wardrobe I decided an aroma or sweat and cum, wouldn't quite be the best to have in public.

After my shower I took note that I probably needed new shampoo and body wash, my hair and skin felt a bit weird, not bad, just not exactly good and I felt that they make different types of shampoos and body washes for women for that very reason. If nothing else I was sure that I wanted to take better care of my hair and skin now. After that mental note I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked very similar to how I had the night before. Like, before the events of the previous night. My features were smoother, rounder, and looked more feminine though it was like I was being put through a filter rather than transforming completely. I guess Mark just has a similar taste in women  Mary. I brushed it off and spotted some makeup left by Mary or one of my previous girls, I couldn't remember anymore, regardless, I decided to try well, doing my makeup. I had never done it before seeing as I never had too but I just felt like the right thing to do. After a while I realized why it takes girls so long to get ready. This was hard, admittedly, my lack of experience played a role, but, I could tell even with years of practice I'd likely still not be terribly quick at it. I didn't do too much, as, well, I didn't think I could do much more, but I felt pretty, so I counted it as a win. I then snuck back into my room and found a shirt left by one of my exes that they had never returned for. I took likely the only well fitting shirt I still had and my earbuds to listen to music while I waited for Mark to wake up.

After about an hour I started to hear movement from my room and knew that he was finally awake. Before long he made his way out of my room still sporting his morning wood and scanned the house before finding me waiting in the living room.

"Well, looks like I wasn't dreaming then?"

"Nope, I can't say you were."

"So, we... had sex, and you..."

"Turned into a woman on account of my Quirk?"

"Uh, yeah.. So that means..."

"I think so, I can't really deny that I love you. I mean, look at me." I said blushing slightly.

"I uh.. yeah.."

"You should probably shower. You could borrow some clothes, or I guess, take some clothes. I'm sure one of my previous builds was similar to yours."

"Yeah, thanks... I'll uh, I'll do that."

With that exceedingly awkward exchange my heart sank. I was worried that he did not feel the same for me as I did for him. All I could do was wait now. Maybe he was just a bit shaken. It was all really sudden.

<-Mark, the morning after, immediately following the awkward conversation.->

Fuck. Did-did I really do that.. Fuck. He-err-She's going to hate me. I have to tell hi-her. Hopefully this isn't the end of our friendship. Fuck. Why did I do that. I have no self control. I'll have to work up the nerve while I get cleaned up.

<-Back to my POV... I haven't mentioned my name huh? Well, it was Samuel, I might still go by Sam though so I guess it's not terribly unfitting, it'll obviously be short for something else now though.->

As I waited for what felt like an eternity, watching every excruciatingly slow minute pass I felt awful. I'd been rejected before, not commonly, mind you, seeing as I slowly approached their perfect partner visually it's not like most people wouldn't be down to at least try a relationship, but there were times, mostly with girls who actually had boyfriends or husbands, but... y'know... this isn't terribly important to explain. My point is, I have never and I mean NEVER been this absolutely mortified by the idea or even the occurrence of a rejection. Maybe it was hormones or maybe he truly was the one, I could not bear the thought of him turning me down. Eventually I would have to wait no longer however. Before long I heard the water turn off and heard him searching my closet. Time only felt slower during this stretch but I knew soon it would be over... for better or worse.

He sat down next to me on the couch. "Uh, hey.. I-I have to tell you something."

This is it. He's going to say he doesn't have feelings for me like I very clearly now have for him. I swallowed hard and responded in a very defeated tone, "I get it, I mean, I wouldn't want to risk our friendship either." It was getting much harder to hold back tears.

"No, no no no, Sam. That's-that's not it. I-fuck, how do I say this? I-I have a Quirk that I've never told you about. I-I'm extraordinarily persuasive, like, scarily so. Every suggestion I made, ever comment-" he was on the edge of tears himself now, "I fucked up. I screwed with your head man.. I'm so sorry.. I don't know if you could ever forgive me. I bet-"

I didn't know what he was going to say next but I couldn't risk it being what I dreaded it might be. I stole his lips and pulled him in to a deep kiss to shut him up. After a few blissful moments I pulled away and took the opportunity created by his shock to get my point across. "Hey, it's ok.. I wouldn't change what happened last night knowing that or not."

"But I-"

I placed another delicate kiss on his lips to quiet him again. "Wether you screwed with me or not isn't all that relevant to me, it happened, I agreed to it. It's not like you bent me over and forced me to like it."

"I di-"

Another kiss brought his thought to an end. "I get it, I don't look terribly different than I did before last night, I was clearly very much your type."

"Yeah but tha-"

A deeper kiss this time, not as up front as the first but deeper than the last one nonetheless. "We have been friends almost as long as I can remember, every step along the way we were there for eachother. That's about as close to loving someone as I could think of."

"You're just saying that because I made you think that. You should-"

I grabbed his hands this time and stared deeply into his eyes. "Tell me that I should speak only my true feeling toward you, not what you think you made me think last night."

He sighed heavily. "You should tell me how you really feel, how you felt before last night."

I was a bit taken aback. My plan hadn't failed, though it hadn't worked entirely either. "I am not madly in love with you."

"See I told-"

"Shhhh, I'm not done. I'm not madly in love you, no. That part was due to your Quirk I guess, but look." I lifted my shirt exposing my still present womanhood. "I don't have a dick. So unless I've somehow fallen for someone else with identical tastes in women as you, I DO love you. So don't undo what you did.. or do.. it wont matter. I'm still here. And this-" I pulled him in to one last passionate kiss, it seemed to last for eons, I wanted it to, truthfully. "Is still what I want. So let's at least give this a try, I'd regret it if we didn't."

He was stunned. He truly believed that this would be end end of our friendship, he believed he had ruined everything. He didn't, sure, I'm not incredibly excited by the fact that it only happened because of his Quirk, but I'm not mad either. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

<-Five months later->

"Sammy, I'm home"

I excitedly made my way to the door to greet my love.

"How was your day Honey?" He always gave the same answer but I loved hearing it nonetheless.

"It's much better now that I'm with you."

Not much in the way of talking followed that exchange, I had been bouncing off the walls waiting for him and at this point I was unbearably horny. As such I wasted little time before starting something that also almost always followed my original question.

As good as the first time? Maybe not. It was still fantastic though. In some ways it was better because now I wasn't under some spell... Quirk..? You get the point, I still loved it, I loved everything about giving him pleasure. This position never lasted long though. We'd always somehow end up with him on the floor.

That too only lasted so long before he made it a point to take control and return the pleasure I'd given him and then some.

Let's just say, our couch gets a good work out most days. <3

(Hi! It's-It's been a while. Sorry about that. If you saw my previous post on OTGC you'll know part of the reason. I've been wanting to write now for a few days but kept putting it off. I made it a point to not continue that into tonight though... Obviously... Anyways, I don't know how regularly I'll post seeing as the only thing that is certain about my writing schedule is that is very random... Once again, sorry. Here it is though, a new story, one that I am actually proud of. A lot of the time I base how well written one of my stories is by the comments or likes but this time I doubt that'll play much of a part. I really enjoyed writing this one, I also really like how it turned out. And, at the risk of sounding like the most broken record on this website, it's not what I initially thought I'd write, it took on a life of its own, and of course, how could I forget, it's not necessarily my style. This one isn't terribly far off though so I'm mostly including that last one to complete the repeating theme that seems common amongst the most recent asides I have written. All of that said, I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it... <forgot to repeat that one earlier I guess... And hopefully this time I wont disappear for months on end. God, this aside has gone on for a long time now... I'll finish up... Thank you for reading, I'd love to see what you thought of it in the comments, and finally I hope you have a great day! ^_^)

(Oops... one last thing. I debated including Mark's Quirk in the story. I eventually settled on writing it in... obviously... but I do want to know if you would have preferred it being left out and just being a mystery, what his Quirk was, or if he even had a Quirk. I am still kinda torn, I mean, I like it being stated since it redeems Mark in a way, but, I also like the idea of it just being an unknown. If I end up writing a similar story, such as one contained in this universe, like I have done in the past with my traveling stone series. I'd love to know wether you believe it would have more of an impact being stated such as here, or, having it left up to interpretation similar to the ending of Inception, where the top isn't shown stopping, leaving you wondering if Cobb is dreaming or not... That was a bit of a specific example... Anyways, my question stands. Please comment what you would have preferred since I'm really tempted to run with this universe a bit.)

The Act

"Whoa. You sure this is your first time doing something like this?"

"Dressing like a girl? Yes. But you know I've been a makeup artist for years."

"Yeah, but, I just... I mean-"

"Are you getting turned on by me dude? haha, I'm not that convincing, come on."

"Wanna bet?"

"First off, what? Second off, what? Third off-"

"Let me guess.. what?"

"Yeah, wanna answer my questions?"

"It's simple, I'll take your picture right now, send it to a few of our friends saying you're my new girlfriend, and see how they react."

"Ok, but like, what do either of us get out of this? It's a bet right? What do we get if we win?"

"I hadn't really thought of anything. I mean, I suppose I wouldn't mind you paying my share of the rent this month."

"Alright, and when everyone wonders why you're suddenly into such non-feminine women. I get to dress you up and tell all our friends that you have a new pastime."

"Hell no man, that's extreme!"

"Alright, we'll tell then after a week or if they start acting weird, we'll also tell them that I'm the 'girl' in the picture you sent."

"That's still crazy, but fine, I know I'll win so whatever, I hope you're ready to pay up come rent time."

"And I hope you're ready to be thought of as a sissy for a week."



It was astounding just how quickly I lost our bet. Within the hour everyone that received a picture was practically bowing at his feet since he had landed 'such a hot piece of ass.' Sexism aside, I was disappointed in our friend's gullibility, until I took a look at the picture. That's me? My surprise soon subsided though as I remembered that I now owed Jack's share of this month's rent.

After that day things were pretty normal, and once I’d honored my side of the bet, I expected the whole situation to be a thing of the past. I was wrong. I started getting texts from our friends commenting on Jack’s ‘girlfriend’ asking if she was a beautiful in person as she was in pixels seeing as we were roommates and if anyone had seen her in person it’d be me. I tried to not say much considering that y’know, she doesn’t exist. Just saying things like “yeah, she pretty” and other short answers. After covering for Jack for a while I had to confront him.

“This has gone on long enough don’t you think? Seeing as your ‘girlfriend’ doesn’t really exist you should probably tell the guys that you have broken up or something, anything to kill the character so to speak."

"I agree, their questions are endless man. I was on the edge of texting that all day to be honest."

"Oh, ok then, good. That's all then I guess."

Within a week I was bombarded with requests for her number. All of our friends heard that Jack dumped her and immediately saw an open door. You can't even imagine how awkward that whole situation was. First, they were kinda breaking rule number 1 of the bro code completely unabashedly and secondly, my friends were super thirsty.. because of me. It almost sent shivers down my spine to be honest.

"Things were much easier when they though you were dating... did we ever even give female me a name? -Anyways, we need to claim y'all are dating again, it's way too weird getting thirsty texts from everyone asking about.. her.."

"Huh, they haven't said much of anything to me. I thought they had dropped it. It's kinda fucked that they haven't honestly, she's my ex after all.. kinda. Whatever, how do you propose we go about this then? Just claim we're back together?"

"Well, firstly I think she needs a name, and we ought to get another picture of her I'd say."

"Well, I've always liked the name Ashe, so there's a name, I suppose the rest is on you huh?"

I can't believe that not only did I sign off on this but that it was my idea. Not only that, but why did I decide to go this far?



I mean, it definitely will get the point across that they're a thing again, I just can't tell you why I was so into taking this picture. Whatever, at least it was done.

"Damn, Ashe has an a-"

"Imma stop you right there. It's still me there."

"Yeah, but still, damn."

"Just send it to them so I stop getting their horny texts."

Sadly, yet, maybe a bit unsurprisingly, the sexy picture only made them act more like horny teenagers. Oddly though, I stopped hating it, the comments they made were kinda flattering despite knowing that they weren't exactly directed at me. I may have even taken it a bit too far after that. I began to crave their reactions as weird as it was.



I was dressing as Ashe and having Jack send photos at least once a month and though I initially dialed back the sexual nature of the pictures a bit I didn't care to keep that up for long.



Sexy costumes like this only lasted a short time before I returned to varying states of undress.



I was even trying to be cute in some pictures.



It was 6 months of this before I decided to take things a bit further. I was enjoying making myself pretty every once in a while so much so that I thought I'd give actually being Ashe a go. Luckily for me, the local gender clinic had really fair pricing compared to others in the area and I was able to hop the fence without breaking the bank. Naturally, my first picture actually as Ashe was one showing off my new assets.



Soon after sending that picture to Jack I realized I wasn't sending it for the compliments, I knew damn well that I was sexy by now and at this point I was just having fun teasing our friends. As such, I knew the next logical step to further my little game. It was time for our friends to actually meet 'Ashe.' Jack was of course all for it, he gets to have a beautiful woman on his arm to impress his friends and we both get to laugh at their inevitable thirsty texts in regards to.. me.



At this point I should've known I'd never really go back to being a guy. I mean, just look at me. I was taking selfies for myself at this point just because I felt pretty and a bit silly, so why not. Our little date was pretty fun all things aside. The texts after it all were hilarious though. They were all speaking of Ashe like she was a goddess and acting like I had missed the opportunity of a lifetime by not being there with them. Admittedly it was a bit weird just how much I was enjoying tricking all of our friends, but I didn't care and I was more than excited waiting for our next 'date' with the guys.

This little charade continued for weeks before it finally hit me. I wasn't going out with Jack to mess with the guys anymore. Some part of me just wanted to be around him. Once I realized that I started looking at my actions since taking on the Ashe character. It started off just being for the joke but before too long I started enjoying the compliments and then shortly after my trip to the clinic, I began looking at Jack differently. And now? Now I had truly become my character, and I was finally ready to embrace it.



"You probably shouldn't send this one to the guys" was all the context I gave before texting him my first ever nude. He was outside with me in seconds after seeing it.

"What.. what is this about.?"

"Well, you've never really commented on me like our friends, I wanted to see what you thought of your girlfriend.." I said nervously.

"I-I just-wha-why- Okay, This is too weird.. Imma just-yeah."

Before he turned to leave I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him before moving in for a kiss. He didn't resist anymore after that, he eagerly returned my kiss and one thing led to another. We didn't leave bed for the rest of the day, hell, I didn't want to leave that bed for the rest of my life. The shear pleasure I felt with each touch drove me wild. I was in heaven and in that moment I knew that Ashe was here to stay.

It has been 6 months since the new me was born in that bedroom and though we weren't sending pictures of me to our friends anymore, I certainly hadn't stopped sending them to Jack, we were an item after all and I liked keeping my man happy.



(This is not what I initially set out to write. This was going to be closer to Acceptance and Denial in theme but as I wrote the story took a life of its own as it always seems to do when I write and though I could have made it fit my initial idea for these pictures I'm glad I didn't. I enjoyed writing this despite it not being my usual style and I hope you enjoyed reading it despite that as well ^_^)

Acceptance

"You have a magic rock? What's next, are you gonna pull out a broom and fly around on it?"

"No, really, it's magic."

"Dude, magic isn't real, it's probably just catching light in a weird way to look like it's glowing."

"Let's make a bet then, if I can prove it's magic I can use it to do whatever I want to you."

"And when I inevitably win, you have to pay my share of the rent next month."

"Deal."



Just as soon as he said that, I had lost our little bet, within seconds I was dressed in a school girl outfit with an all over much more feminine frame.

"What the hell?!"

"I told you it was magic, you should've listened."

"Change me back dude, this is crazy."

"Uh uh uh, I get to do what I want to you, this is what I want."

"Why though? Why do you want me to look like... this."

"It's simple Alexis, you've always called me a sissy and now I intend to make you my sissy."

"Come on, you know I was just teasing you man."

"Nah, I think I'll go ahead and have some fun, think of it as me teasing you. Now, why don't you go get acquainted with your your new body, maybe snap some naughty pictures."

His words were like commandments. No matter how hard I may try to resist I couldn't. I was a passenger in my own body as I made my way to the bathroom for a little photoshoot. I cycled through so many outfits that I lost count, and with each photo more degrading than the last I was losing all sense of self. I looked in the mirror and didn't see myself. I saw this.



And this.



And eventually, even this.



None of this scared me as much as what happened after taking that lingerie clad picture though. I could immediately tell that I wasn't leaving the bathroom to get another outfit this time. In short time I realized where my body was actually taking me. To Jack's room. After what had just happened I could only dread what was to come when I made it to his room. When I opened the door to his room my fears were confirmed. There he was, laying naked on his bed with his cock fully erect, waiting for me. My entire world flipped in that moment looking at his cock brought things into perspective. That was a cock. A glorious cock. A beautiful cock. The idea that I ever thought I had something even comparable to it was laughable to me now. No, I don't have a cock. I have a pretty little sissy clitty. With this newfound knowledge my mouth began watering like never before. My body craved that cock, I needed that cock.



When my tongue finally touched his manhood I couldn't control myself. The taste of his precum alone drove me up the wall. It was the best thing to ever grace my tongue. It was everything I had ever wanted in life. His cock was taking me to places that I could've only imagined and I could only yearn to know how it would feel inside of me. While lost in my cock induced bliss my body further changed. My chest ballooned slightly and though the majority of my body was already very effeminate after the first set of changes, one thing remained from my male form. That of course was my little clitty, though, that was no longer the case. The last shred of me that I could vaguely be considered male soon slipped away, leaving only a tight, dripping wet pussy, aching to be filled by the very cock I was currently devouring.

"Alright Alexis, I think it's time I make a woman out of you."

Hearing those words were everything to me. Sucking his cock was amazing enough but now I get to take him inside me? I get to service this amazing thing with more than just my mouth? Yes please!



He maneuvered me off the bed and somewhere along the line he must have used the stone to put me in a lace top which served to make me feel truly sexy. Outside of its effect on me it seemed to also get him more worked up, as when he slowly penetrated my delicate womanhood I could feel that he was harder than he had been when he was in my mouth. Hardness was not even close to the forefront of my mind though. I was way more focused on how deeply and fully he filled me. I had never felt anything nearly as incredible as this before. With every thrust any minuscule shred of 'maleness' I had left eroded away. Each thrust drove home just who I now was. I was his woman. I was his slut. I was here only to service his glorious cock. And when he finally exploded deep inside me everything was set in stone. I had fully accepted my new place in life, my true purpose. All I could ask for now was that he didn't have that long of a refractory period, I was already desperate for round 2.

(So, goodbye was more of a see you later I guess. When I wrote that post I truly believed that I just couldn't write a good story anymore. I had plenty of ideas that I could just not fully flesh out. Furthermore, I hadn't had the desire to write these types of stories in quite a long time. That brings us here though. 'Acceptance.' Acceptance has multiple meanings here actually. For one, I recently wrote another story that I had the drive to write out of nowhere. That story was only posted on OpenTGC and it was called 'Denial.' I'll be editing it and posting it on my other usual locations since I've now... accepted that though sometimes I'll be in a drought for story ideas I'll probably always come back at some point. I've also accepted that I can't force myself to write. I've known this for a long time but when I wasn't writing I almost felt... guilty? It makes no sense, but yeah, guilty. As if I owe it to everyone to put something out. I'm not going to do that anymore. If I'm not really into writing a story I just wont write and I wont feel bad about that anymore... hopefully. So yeah, I suppose I'm back. I hope you enjoyed reading this and I hope you enjoyed Denial aswell.)

(I wanted to explain more about Denial for those of you on OpenTGC. First off... I'm sorry I misled you a bit with it. I didn't want to post it on my normal account because I wasn't sure if that bit of inspiration was a one time thing or not. In an effort to further hide that it was me I also didn't edit it past the editing I do as I write. I of course also laid it out differently than I normally do. I wasn't sure just how distinct my writing style happened to be to readers so I did my best to change just enough so that with my misleading aside it would be unlikely that someone would realize it was me and think that I was back. Lastly, I wanted to say thank you for the support on that story, it really helped in me deciding to come back, knowing that I can actually still write good story regardless of the reputation I've built as SexyCaps. I know that's a ridiculous idea, that people only like my stories because of my account, but I've never been confident in my writing so stupid thoughts like that still worm their way into my head.)

The Break

I am a cosplayer. I've always enjoyed dressing up in costume as characters from tv, movies, and video games. As a man, I generally stuck to doing male characters. That said though, I've really wanted to cosplay as my favorite character from one of my long time addictions, League of Legends, for a long time now. The problem with that though is simple, my favorite character is a woman, Caitlyn. So, I never could pull that off believably, until now. You see, I recently told all of this to one of my close friends who is also a cosplayer since I was hoping she'd make a cosplay for Caitlyn and I could kind of live vicariously through her. Well, she was already half way through a different costume build and instead offered to help with makeup and making my body look the part so that I could actually cosplay as Caitlyn. I was hesitant at first but I trusted her and my desire to make the costume work lead me to accepting her help. So, I figured out what skin I wanted to emulate and settled on her pool party skin with the thought that I may as well go all out. I gathered the closest things I could find from stores around my house to make the costume and with a bit of help from Belle... drum role please!

Ta-Da!!! If I didn't know better I'd think that was actually a picture of a woman. Well, anyways, thank you all for reading and for all the love I've already gotten for the costume!

And with that posted to Twitter and Reddit I feel like it's time to enjoy our handiwork. With the costume still on and looking great I made my way to the pool to get some more pictures and then relax. That's when a man came up to me and asked if I'd like him to take some full body shots. Not really thinking anything of it I accepted handing him my camera. When he heard my voice, he seemed surprised, but he didn't say anything... at the time. After taking a few pictures we had this exchange.

"I could never understand how a man could be such a sissy."

"Annnnd, what is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you're dressed as a woman, you're wearing makeup, and you have your penis tucked away."

"Ok... and? Just because I enjoy cosplaying and I happen to be cosplaying as a woman you think I'm a sissy? I'm not, I'm just comfortable with myself enough to dress however I like, in this case in a female costume."

"I'll pay you a thousand dollars, right here, right now, if you can prove that you're not just a little sissy in denial."

"I'll take that bet, how can I prove it?"

"Leave that to me."

With that he pulled out a stone from his pocket which almost seemed to glow a sickly green color and everything changed. We were suddenly in a hotel room without clothes and somehow, I had turned into a woman... well, almost a woman, I still had my penis. Before I could question anything though my body began to move on its own. I tried my best to resist my body's moves but nothing I did changed the fact that my body was approaching and then mounting the man. As I started to feel the head of his cock being positioned for insertion my anxiety grew exponentially, no part of me wanted this, I was straight, I wanted nothing to do with what my body was seemingly about to do. Despite my best efforts I couldn't seem to do anything in protest. Luckily though, it seemed like I had suddenly regained control, well, partial control, I could not decide to move but I wasn't getting any closer to losing my anal virginity. That's when he finally spoke.

"So, here's what's going to happen, you're going to ride my cock, whoever cums first loses. I you win, I'll give you your money and that'll be it, however, if I win, I get to do whatever I want with you."

As soon as he finished his statement all of my perceived control vanished, with no hesitation my body swiftly impaled itself on the man's cock and before almost pulling back off of his shaft only to repeat the process. I hated it. I hated what was happening. I didn't like it. That's what I told myself, but my body betrayed me, after only a few short minutes my penis was shooting off warm jets of cum while I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.

"What do you know? Looks like you are a little sissy slut. Only a sissy would cum from being fucked in the ass."

I was still in complete shock and had so many questions, luckily, I could now ask them.

"What the fuck? Why do I have tits? Why do I sound like a woman? Why couldn't I control my body."

"Hush now my little sissy. All-"

"Don't call me a sissy, asshole! You did this, I don't know how but I know you did. You probably rigged it from the start, You probably made me cum with whatever you did to give me tits."

"I'm sorry sissy, but you can't talk to me like that anymore... as I'm sure you will soon discover."

As I went to hurl more insults and demands none of my words came out. Rather, I said "I'm sorry master, I promise I'll be a good girl from now on."

"That's better. now, to answer your questions. I used this." in his hand rested the same odd stone from before. "Long story short, this is magic, it allows me to do whatever I want, like this." As if on cue his cock grew longer and thicker.

"Now, in regards to our little bet, though, it was indeed a rigged game from the start, I did not cheat. Your inner sissy simply showed herself, as I knew she would. Now, for my winnings I'd love it if you finished what you started and suck me off until I feel satisfied."

Seven, I have been spectating some weird female version of my body for seven loads of this monster's cum. My body reacted to every load as if it was a gift from the gods showing it off before swallowing it and opening my mouth to both show what a good girl I was being and get ready for the next round. I don't know what I hate most about all of this, could it be the presence of his cock in my mouth? All the cum I've swallowed? What a slut I am being despite my complete lack of control? Or, that I'm starting to like it. With ever slimy load that slithers down my throat I seem to be experiencing another orgasm. I say seem because I haven't produced cum of my own since the fourth load I swallowed. I can also tell that with each ounce of this man's seed that's forced down my throat my mind and body are further feminizing. My penis is more of a clit now and I can even feel a slit forming just underneath it.

"You are doing so well sissy, you're already getting better at pleasing a man. I'm so proud of you taking back control and really going for it."

"What do you mean master? The stone is still in control."

"No sissy, It hasn't been in control since my second orgasm. Everything after that was all you!"

"Stop lying to me master."

"I'm not lying, in fact, how about this. I'm going to stand here with my cock inches from your slutty little mouth, and you get to decide what happens. You can either start up, what was it, round eight? or, you can walk your girlish body to the door and leave. If you leave now I'll reset everything, you'll be a 'man' again, and hell, i'll even fill your bank account with enough money to to buy four mansions every day for the rest of your life. Sound like a deal?"

I want to say I stood up and left the instant he quit talking, or even that I wasn't in control and couldn't. Neither of those options were true though. I sat there, staring at his cock for ten minutes. Ten full minutes. Every time the thought of leaving crossed my mind another though crept in behind. 'Have just one last taste.' 'It wasn't that bad.' 'You were starting to enjoy it.' I had two competing voices in my head and for ten minutes neither was gaining ground. Then, something broke.

In an instant everything became so clear. I never was a man, I was always a little sissy girl but I was too scared to show it. He brought the real me out, I was free, and most importantly, I had a nice big cock in front of me to play with. I didn't start sucking him off yet though, no, that wouldn't be good enough. I was mesmerized my the size, smell, texture, everything. Everything about it was amazing to me. I could remember every detail about it from when it was inside of me and nothing excited me more than giving in to my desires.

With no more inhibitions I gave his beautiful cock a few strokes before eagerly beginning my new life. This was the blowjob that made everything right. All those years I spent lying to myself about being a man were all worth it for this moment. I was so happy to finally be me and after I made him cum three more times my penis was completely gone, replaced by a tight little pussy that craved to be filled as much as my mouth did. After my transformation was complete the man told me to leave claiming he had no need for a needy cock slut. I did as I was told, mostly because he used to stone to make me, and left. I was sad I couldn't keep playing with his cock forever, but, soon enough, I found that my sadness was unwarranted. As it turns out, everyone only ever knew the female me apparently, that was a relief since I wouldn't have to explain my transformation to everyone and risk them thinking I'm crazy. And, as a great side product I was, let's say, much closer to a couple of my male friends than before.

In the end, my love of cosplaying fell by the wayside to make room for my love for all things cock. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to mix them some day, for now though, I've got a lot of catching up to do on behalf of all those wasted years as a man.

(Wow, another story already, I'm on a roll! Jokes aside, I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have enjoyed reading it. As a bit of an aside, I didn't cheat with the first picture, that really is a guy, I know, hard to believe but it's true. He's a professional League player who, with the help of his girlfriend, 'crossplays.' I don't know, I think it's kinda cool. Either way, I once again hope you enjoyed the story and I hope you have a good day. ^_^)

The Importance of Setting Goals

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A Nerd Can Dream

I loved Comic-con. I have loved it for a long time. Seeing all the people in costumes or just having a good time with friends or family. It was something to behold. Especially the cosplayers. There was just something about the dedication required to hand craft a costume and perfect a personality. It was astounding. I envied them, truly. With every part of me I envied them. The art of the performance. It was all just so beautiful to me. Truthfully though, what really got to me were the female cosplayers. Not for the reason you might think. Don't get me wrong, I admired their beauty, but that's not what did it for me. You see, I was a crossdresser. I wasn't transgender, no, but I loved the female form. I envied it. I wanted to be like them. Not because I felt like I was meant to be a woman, but because it felt good when I was one. Well, when I looked like one.

When I say looked like one I really meant it. I had all but perfected makeup and I kept my hair long. Luckily, I also had a fairly effeminate frame. All of that together meant that I could pass for a girl with relative ease. A fairly attractive one at that. Though, I had never been able to combine my envy with my passion. That was going to change. More than anything else I wanted to know that feeling. I wanted to feel the gratification of being at a con in full costume performing for everyone. That's why after last year's con I immediately started working on a Fiora cosplay. She was a great character from one of my favorite games League and her full suit of armor made it easier to hide my true features. Additionally I could add some cleavage and if I played my cards right with some clever stuffing there'd be no way anyone could find me out unless I wanted them to. As such, I started working.

I spent the next year painstakingly crafting my costume. From the cape to the armor I spared no detail. In the end I had made something far better than I had even thought I could. It was incredible, I had done the very thing that I had spent years admiring. Well, part of it at least. Once completing the costume I endeavored to perfect Fiora's mannerisms and accent. Eventually, I got myself up to a standard that I was proud of and all that was left was to actually go to the con.



With the costume on in addition to a stuffed chest piece you'd be hard pressed to see through my deception. Though, it wasn't enough. After a fun filled few hours I encountered someone I knew, John. It was so odd. He wasn't really into cons but for some reason he was there and to my horror he recognized me. To this day I can't tell you how, but, in the end, that's not what's important about this meeting.

"I always knew you had a secret hobby Alex."

I tried my best to play it off but he saw right through me. "I don't know what you're talking about, who's Alex?"

"Cut the shit. I know it's you. Don't worry though, I'm here to help."

I had no idea what that meant but I could've sworn I saw his eyes glow and I felt like he stared directly into my soul. After that he just left. I spent the rest of that day feeling sick. It got so bad that I had to leave early to go back to my hotel room as to not deposit my lunch onto my costume. I threw up 4 times in as any hours and I started getting really upset thinking that I'd have to sit out the rest of the con. Eventually, I just laid down hoping that I'd be better by morning. I didn't get much sleep that night. My body felt like it was on fire, and every 30 minutes it would feel like someone was molding my flesh like clay. I was in immense pain until about 3 AM when suddenly it all stopped. I went from the worst pain I'd ever felt to perfectly fine within an instant. I took my opportunity at that point and fell asleep soon after.

The next morning I woke up a bit groggy with the sheets feeling wet. I quickly got up and nearly fell over in the process. Everything felt different. I felt... softer... daintier. I felt more feminine. It even felt like... Before I could finish my thought I reached up to my chest and cupped what seemed to be breasts. What the hell? I made my way to the bathroom and was met with the biggest shock of my life. I was... a woman? How..? Just as soon as I asked the question I knew the answer. It was him. John. What had he done? That's when I heard a knock and then a voice from my hotel door.

"Oh Alexis, come let me in."

I didn't know what else to do honestly. I needed answers and leaving him out in the hallway wasn't going to get me those.

"Ah, there you are. You're welcome by the way."

"What... how... why..."

"Shhhhhh, now's not the time for questions, now's the time for you to get acquainted with your new body."

I saw his eyes glow again and in that moment I lost control. My hand moved on its own and began rubbing my newly acquired clit before plunging a couple fingers into my delicate sex.

"You certainly turned out nice, that's thanks to you though of course. I based your new form off your costume. Good job on that by the way."

Every time I began to ask a question I couldn't. All I could do was softly moan as my hand pleasured me in ways that I'd never dreamed off.

"I have to say that I prefer this to the old you. Before you were hardly a man and, though, I could have fixed that by making you more masculine it was clear that you'd enjoy this more."

"This feels so weird." Wait, why did that come out? Was I just not allowed to ask questions?

"I bet it does. Though, I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"I've been crossdressing for a long time but I never wanted to be a girl."

"Oh my sweet Alexis, I'm sure you know that's not true. Here, I'll prove it"

Once again his eyes glowed but this time, nothing happened.

"Now, as you can see, you're still very much a woman."

And? Oh right, no questions.

"Well, I suppose I'll answer your question this time. I looked into you and made you into the person you feel you truly are... I'm sure you can piece together the rest from there."

Surely he was lying. I knew myself. I knew that I didn't want to be a woman. I knew that I wanted to suck his cock and fuck him for hours. Uhm... What? What had I... He must have messed with my head to make me think like that.

"Really? You think I'm that sadistic? I thought we were friends."

"You turned me into a girl somehow and now you're making me masturbate like a cam girl for you... Yeah, I'd say you're a little sadistic."

"You have a point there. I should just let you do what you want to do."

His eyes glowed again and this time I knew exactly what he had done. My arm stopped working my pussy and I felt my mouth watering as he pulled his shorts down.

"Go ahead, have it your way."

I couldn't help myself. I didn't lose control like I had before, but, there was nothing I could do to stop myself. I slowly crawled over to John before hesitantly taking his cock into my mouth. Try as I might I couldn't hate that feeling. I had another man's cock in my mouth and I couldn't so much as feel disgusted. I let my body do what it wanted. I found myself playing with that cock for a long time. Somewhere along the line I started enjoying it. I truly started to enjoy not only the taste but the feeling of having his sex glide through my lips and over my tongue. Absentmindedly, I began to play with my womanhood again and felt something inside me slowly building. Before too long soft moans began escaping despite the cock occupying my mouth.

"Stop!"

I froze. I didn't even look at him, not that I could, though I didn't see it I'm sure he used his power, it was the only explanation as to why I couldn't so much as blink right now.

"You were enjoying that weren't you? Oh yeah, you can move now but, no touching yourself, we'll get to that shortly."

"What the hell do you want from me?"

"Hmmm, it's a good question for sure, I'd ask the same if I was in your situation. I'm not terribly sure that you'll like the answer though."

"I assure you that after being forced to suck you off I want answers."

"You asked for it. Well, my dear Alexis, what I want from you is simple. I want you to stop lying to yourself."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I want you to accept that I'm just here to help you accept who you truly are. For instance, I just let you have your way with my cock, something that you desperately wanted."

"You're an asshole! You made me do that just like you made me finger myself!"

He sighed heavily. "Oh Alexis, we have a long way to go don't we? How about this, I'll let you prove it to yourself. First things first, though, I loved your costume, I feel that had you been who you were truly meant to be you'd have chosen something a little different."

I watched as his eyes glowed and felt him dress me in his mind.

"Go ahead, admire your creation. I made it based on the ideas rushing through that beautiful head of yours."



I stared into the mirror in horror. He could see my thoughts. That was clear to me now. I took in every inch of the costume that I now wore and examined it carefully. Every single detail. I had thought of them. I was wearing what I could only describe as a grown up version of Annie from League. It was the very thing that I wanted to make but knew I could never pull off believably.

"Now that you've got what you really wanted to wear, go to the con. Experience that which you have craved for so long. I'll wait here."

I did as he told me and left my hotel, not that I had much of a choice. I roamed the convention center aimlessly for a while before I decided that I'd better at least make the best of my awful situation. After that I started opening up. I put on the best damn performance I could muster given I had no practice. I skipped around and did my best to emulate the voice of an older Annie. I knew the lines as she was my favorite character so that wasn't a problem. I hit a stride after about 10 minutes and I stopped worrying about what had happened to me. That day, as Annie, as a woman, was the best of my life. I felt good, great even. Not even John could take away that day from me, then again, he was the one who gave it to me. Once everything started wrapping up for the day I began dreading the night I had ahead of me. I wanted to run, I really did. Sure I'd probably be stuck as a woman but, did I really care? Was that any worse than what John had in store for me? I felt compelled to return though, no doubt this was his doing, but, in the end, that didn't matter.

"Welcome back! How was your day? Oh, don't tell me, let me guess."

His eyes once again glowed and I waited for whatever he was doing to take effect.

"Oh, Alexis, don't worry, I'm just seeing your day. That's all for now, unless you want me to do something else that is."

"Can we just end this? If you change me back now I wont even be mad at you."

He sighed once again. "Alexis, what did I tell you? I just want you to be who you were mean to be."

"My name is Alex, not Alexis! I'm a man! All you're doing is making me your little plaything!"

"Looks like I'll have to resort to more drastic measures."

He eyes glowed once more and I felt as if I had been hit my a truck. I could hardly think but once I gathered myself I knew something was off.

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why you feel like there is a horrible emptiness within you. Well, that's simple. I made you horny... really horny."

I couldn't believe him. Not because it didn't seem true but because I wasn't craving a woman. I wanted a man. I needed to be filled. He must have made me gay... or I guess... straight? Either way something was not right.

"What are we going to do here Alexis?"

"Nothing, you're just trying to turn me into your little slut. I don't like you, I don't like men, and I certainly don't like cock."

"Oh Alexis, I made no changes to your psyche. I simply made you horny."

I couldn't think straight. I needed to be taken. I needed him to take me. That is all I wanted. I wanted him to have his way with me.

"Fuck me."

"What was that? I must've misheard you."

"Fuck. Me."

"Y'know, it sounds like you want me to have sex with you. Is that what you're asking me to do?"

"Yes."

"No, I want to hear you say it."

"John, I want to have sex with you,"

"Atta girl."

His eyes glowed and I was suddenly on the bed, completely naked, with his cock ready to impale me.

"Now, just to make things..."

"Oh my god! Just make a woman out of me already!"





It was unreal just how good his cock made me feel. It was like nothing else I had ever experienced. After a while I didn't really want to be a man again, I never wanted that feeling to end, and if that meant living the rest of my life as this beautiful woman I was more than willing to make that trade.

"I told you this is who you were meant to be."





















I couldn't even respond, I was too absorbed in my pleasure. Maybe he was right though. Maybe I was meant to be this way. Either way, I was pretty certain that I never wanted to go back. He knew this of course and once he was just about ready to pop he stopped pistoning in and out of me and brought his beautiful cock up to my face where I eagerly finished him off.

"Well, now that you're convinced, I'll leave you to it. I've changed your whole wardrobe and made it so all of your previous costumes fit your new form. Enjoy the rest of the con."

"What? You're leaving? Why? I thought this was all about getting me to fall for you or something."

"Not at all, like I said, I just wanted you to see who you truly are"

And with that, he left. I didn't really know how to feel to be completely honest but I did know that this was going to be my best experience at a con by far.

(It has been a while. But, here it is. I finally got to writing and finished a story that I started months ago. I was beginning to think I never would, but, here it is. I really liked the idea for this one in my head, and I'm glad I was finally able to finish it. Now, for what I want to say. I kinda want some requests. I haven't done many but I feel like it might just get me writing again. I'm not going to be crazy and write every single one, but, if yours catches my eye I'll certainly try! ^_^)