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.)

Denial

"So what you're telling me is you can do almost anything so long as you think it?" I wasn't buying what Jack was trying to sell me.

"Yeah, I haven't ever done anything to you though don't worry."

"Well, now I'm starting to think you have... Why are you telling me this anyways? Is this some weird prank?"

"Not at all, I just feel like I've known you for long enough to let you in on my secret."

"How is that even possible? Also, what can you do to make me believe any of this?"

"Come on Alli... actually, I think I know how I can prove it."

"You know I h-" before I could finish telling him how I hate his nickname for me for the 12 thousandth time, my entire body started shifting and molding into something completely different.

My hair grew much longer than I had ever let it get, my waist narrowed, my chest pushed outward forming 2 modestly sized breasts, and my hips exploded outward completing my new hourglass figure, my body hair also receded leaving my skin astoundingly smooth, finally my skeleton reshaped leaving me indistinguishable from a woman... outside of one small thing, I still had my penis.

"Convinced?"

"What the... what.. how.. why..."

"You wanted me to prove myself, so I did."

"I didn't mean turn me into a woman... at least... mostly a woman."

"I mean, you can't argue that it's a very clear cut way of proving myself."

"Yeah, but like... did you have to mess with my head too?"

"I-What do you mean? I didn't change anything mentally..."

"Then why am I short of breath and have butterflies in my stomach when looking at you? Better yet, why is my mouth watering so much thinking of your cock..?"

"Oh, shit, I forgot that since you were a straight man you'd be a straight woman, let me just-"

"No no no... it's okay... I think I want to try something... can you turn these dumb boy clothes into some sexy lingerie for me?" My voice was dripping in sex by this point.

"Alli, you're not thinking straight, let me just-"

"Shhhhhh, just do it for me... pleeeease."

"I'm going to hell for this. Fine."



I wasted no time once my clothes changed. In less than a minute I had my lips wrapped tightly around Jack's amazing cock, with my hand stroking my limp clitty. The feeling of having his manhood in my mouth was indescribable. I'd personally always though that blowjobs were only for the guy, I mean, the girl is just using her mouth right, how can she get pleasure from that? This is how, right here, maybe I was just really slutty but this just felt so right. My pe- well, it's a bit generous to call it a penis now right? My cute little clitty never got hard yet the lightest touch felt like a nuclear bomb compared to how it used to feel when I masturbated as a guy. I lost track of time and before too long I got my reward, a nice think load of Jack's cum. His cum, oh my god his cum, speaking of indescribable, I found it hard to swallow, it was just too good to ever not have it in my mouth. Alas, if I didn't swallow it, how would I be able to get more when Jack was ready for round 2?

After I finished cleaning off his beautiful cock and savoring every last drop of his cum Jack changed me back.

"I am so sorry, I had no idea that you'd react like that. I have never seen anyone react like that before. I am so, so sorry. I wont do it again, can you forgive me?"

Still a bit dazed by everything I could hardly muster a response. "Yeah, no problem, I asked for it I guess.."

"I still shouldn't have let it happen, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"It's not a problem man, I'm just processing."

"Wait, I can just wipe your memory so it doesn't have lasting effects"

"NO! No, I don't want that, I'll be fine, just give me a bit to calm down."

"Come on man, I don't want all that fucking with your mind, let me help you."

"Jack, I said I'm fine. Just leave it alone alright."

"Fine, but if you change your mind I'm always right here."

"You're fine, imma just head home for the night."

"Cya man."

I was back to normal now. No tits, no hourglass figure, nothing feminine about me. After a few hours I had mostly forgotten about the whole thing which was lucky since I doubt I'd be able to sleep with all that craziness running through my head. When I woke up though things weren't so normal. For one, instead of my normal morning wood I was laying in a puddle of my own cum. I must've had a wet dream, too bad I couldn't remember it. This alone wasn't anything too crazy but it with the fact that I took 40 minutes in my room picking out an outfit for the day, and the hour I spent making my hair look just right, made me start thinking of last night. I remembered distinctly how the weight on my chest felt, how my soft lips engulfed his meaty appendage, how my limp clitty gave me pleasure greater than my penis ever had. All this thinking succeeded in one thing. I was super horny, I tried masturbating for hours, literally hours, I was getting nothing out of it. I could barely even get hard and I was getting nowhere with normal porn. By this point you may have guessed that I have at certain points indulged in sissy porn, given my usage of the word 'clitty'. Something about a man's will being broken down before he finally embraces his... her true place in life as a submissive sissy slut, just got me going from time to time. With my current predicament I decided it was worth a shot, I'd never felt this kind of horny before and it seemed like it might be just what I need to get going.



Seeing captioned pictures like this in the past had always made me wish I had a little sissy plaything, but now? All I could think of was being that sissy. Just looking at this beautiful woman should make me want to dominate her and make her crave my cock. It used to. With that thought in my mind though I was soft, I was turned off be the idea in fact. Thinking of being her though made my penis rock hard. What I wouldn't do to be in her position. Hair tickling my neck, breasts hanging from my chest, lingerie on my smooth skin, and most importantly, my tongue delicately dancing on the tip of nice, big, juicy cock before plunging the thick shaft deep into my throat. I came within seconds as I was envisioning that encounter. After I came though, I was seemingly normal. No cock craving, no desire to be dominated or subservient. Just normal me. Due to this I brushed it off as a fetish that I was just really feeling. It had happened in the past so I was sure it was just that.

When I was hanging out with Jack a bit later I didn't even mention my morning, it was a fluke after all and I didn't want to concern him. He kept asking if anything weird was up after last night and I kept giving him the same answer. "Nope, nothing too out of the ordinary." Eventually he dropped it and we just played video games for a while. When the next morning I ended up doing the some thing I wrote it off as a phase, once again, it had happened in the past. After a couple weeks of the same morning routine I decided that it might be fun to kick things up a notch. I bought some cute clothes to wear and started practicing doing makeup. Eventually just wearing my girly clothes and doing my makeup wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to feel girlier. In response to that feeling, I bought a dildo, a ton of the sissy stuff I had been watching encouraged using a dildo to train your, as they called it, 'boipussy' and though I didn't plan to have anything other than that dildo there, I still wanted to try it out. The first time I used the dildo was crazy, it was so different from normal masturbating, yet so much better. Before too long I started trying to achieve a 'sissygasm' where you cum without touching your clitty. It took a lot of tries, but eventually, I had one. It was incredible, it was the best orgasm of my life and I wanted nothing more than to have another. So I did. A lot more actually. It was the only I was cumming anymore. I didn't even get hard anymore, I didn't need to.

At this point I couldn't ignore it anymore. That day had changed me. You'd think Id have Jack fix me and wipe my memory of all the sissy stuff I had been doing since that day but no, that's not what I wanted. I wanted him to finish my transformation. And the next time I saw him, I told him everything.

"So yeah, that day may have changed me a bit after all."

"Alright, I'll reset you and you can go back to normal, I'm so sorry for causing all of this."

"I never said I wanted you to reset me. I want you to fix me."

"I'm not sure I follow... Why do you want to remember all of that?"

"Simple, I want you to make me a real woman, pussy and all."

"No, that's all the conditioning you've done talking."

"NO, you said nobody had ever reacted like I did, this is why. You didn't make me a woman, I already was one, I just didn't know it yet. Now please, make me, me, make me your little Alli cat!"

"You're asking me to completely change who you are man, I can't do that."

"No, I'm asking for a favor, I'm asking to be me. You asked me if there was anything you could do to make it up to me after that day, this is how, please Jack, please."

"Fine, fine fine fine. I can't believe this is happening. What do you want to look like? The same woman minus the penis?"

"I'm glad you asked."

I explained every little detail of what was, my perfect woman, but was now, the perfect me. Long red hair, blue eyes, small but perky breasts, slim athletic build, smooth skin from head to toe, and on and on. I took about 30 minutes for me to finish my description, but before too long I was the perfect me, and I could only think of one way to thank him.



I missed this feeling so much, god was it good to have his cock in my mouth again. This time though I also had a dripping wet pussy aching to be filled to the brim, and before I finished him off I had to satiate that hunger.



This amount of times I'd described things as indescribable seemed silly now, THIS was the thing that befitted that title. With my virgin pussy sliding over his glorious cock everything felt right. I couldn't describe it any other way. It just felt so right, as if this was all my life had been leading to. By the end of that night I had lost count of the amount of orgasms I'd had riding him for all he was worth. I knew that I had made the right decision and I could only hope that I could make him feel as much pleasure as he gave me.

An Eye Opening Week

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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. ^_^)

Just a Dream

"You like that don't you, you love my cock."

"Yes, yes yes yes, oh my god yes, I can't get enough of it!"

That's when I woke up. Another wet dream. What the hell is happening to me? Ok, so, since I've decided to write this out, I suppose that I should give the whole story. For the past week or so I've had a wet dream almost every night. The weirdest part of that though is that I'm a guy, a straight guy, yet, in all of these dreams, I've been a woman. Moreover, I've been kind of a slut, like, I seem to have an insatiable lust for cock. Weirdest of all, the man who without fail has been in every dream despite nothing else being a constant, is my closest friend John. It's always him, to be honest, I don't even think I could possibly see my female self with anyone else. It's as if had I been born a woman we would've been made for eachother. God, that sounds so weird, even as I say that though, I somehow know that it's true. I can't write anymore, it's way too weird and I have class.

Today was another normal day, it's so surreal going from my borderline porno dreams as of late back to normal life as if nothing is wrong. To an extent, I'm scared to go to sleep, I know that I'm going to have to live through another chapter of "How much of a slut can Alex be?" I can't afford to not sleep though, my grades would suffer too much. That's where I'll leave this little journal for the night I guess, here's hoping I don't wake up covered in cum again.



"I'm close babe, get on your knees, it's time for dessert!"

"With pleasure! You know how much I love your cum baby, I can hardly live without it."

"Well I hope you're ready because  here it comes."

"Ohhhhh yeeesssssss, why do I ever let you finish anywhere else?"

Well, since I'm writing again I probably don't have to mention this but, obviously, it happened again. I mean, it wasn't exactly the same, he actually had an orgasm this time. That's new, I wish he hadn't, I can still taste him. *Sigh* I miss the feeling of having him in my mouth. God, what is happening to me? Why, why why why, why am I having these fucking dreams?! I'm skipping class today, I can't focus on anything right now.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Hey, Alex! You in there? You weren't in class and I wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Just, leave me alone, I'm busy having a crisis."

"I just want to make sure you're ok man, come on."

"I said leave!"

John just came to my door trying to check on me. I appreciated it, but, after these last couple of weeks, I'm afraid to be with him alone lest I somehow transform into the woman from my dreams and spread my legs right then and there. I'm not going to sleep, I can't, I refuse to be that person again, I wont lose myself and become that slut willingly.

"Crisis over man?"

"Yeah, I guess, I'm better today at least."

"Jesus man, did you sleep?"

"Can I just say yes and avoid you being worried?"

"Hell no! Don't make me drag you to a doctor or therapist to make you get help for your... whatever you have going on."

"I was up late watching youtube, it's nothing, I'm fine."

John is definitely getting worried, I don't blame him but it's not like I can just tell him what's happening. What, do I just call him up and say "Hey John, I've been dreaming of you. In each dream you fuck me like a slut and I love every second of it. That's why I'm having trouble sleeping." I can't do that, just imagining me saying it is convincing me that I am actually crazy. I can't keep writing this out, it just makes me think of the dreams, and, that is the absolute last thing that I want right now.



Four days, four days was how long i made it before exhaustion got the better of me. My fears were confirmed as soon as I actually did sleep though, I was that woman again. Four has more importance for this entry though. I swallowed or otherwise played with my friend's cum four times. I've been awake for hours now and I can't get the taste out of my mouth. Worse yet, I don't want to. I love the taste, I love the feeling of John's cock in my mouth while I danced my tongue around it to solicit my 'dessert.'

*Knock* *Knock*

I knew who it was, I knew what he wanted, I knew that I needed him. It's still so weird, but at this point. what option do I have?

"Hey John."

"Woah dude, you look exhausted, have you still not slept?"

"Oh, I slept, that's my problem."

"What does that even mean? What has been going on with you? Are you ok?"

"Well, here goes nothing."

I explained everything to him, every little detail, when I described his manhood I could tell that I was excruciatingly close to perfectly accurate based off his reaction alone. Just as I was about to finish catching him up, everything started to change. Small things at first. I felt like I had just gone through a mani pedi, my nails were perfect. My hair slightly changed color. Nothing drastic, but my normal brunette hair was darkening. At this point the changes were much less subtle. It was hard to tell at first but I soon knew that I had lost a few good inches of height and that my hair had grown much longer. My entire body seemed to shrink, my arms and legs narrowed slightly while my once decently sized penis withered away to something that could only generously be considered as phalic. Lastly, the big changes began. All of my body hair vanished in an instant. My chest began swelling into two modestly sized breasts while my nipples became much more sensitive. Finally, I felt as if my entire body was being resculpted in clay. My face took on a more feminine appearance, my tiny little dick pushed further back into my groin while moist lips parted just below leaving me with a tight new vagina and an incredibly sensitive clitoris. During that time, my body shape moved closer to that of an hourglass with my waist becoming narrower and my hips flaring out proudly.

"What, the, hell? Wai-wha-what just happened. That was like, magic right? I'm not crazy, right?"

"I-I don't know, I mean... you're a woman now? Wha-waaaaait wait wait wait, that dude wasn't lying?"

"What do you mean? Because right now, I'm reaallly confused."

"Ok, so, some random dude walked up to me before class one day and told me that he had a magic stone. More specifically he said that he had used it to change his friend into his slutty girlfriend and no longer needed it."

"So, you did this to me? What the hell man?"

"I-I guess, I didn't think it would do anything. I did what the guy said and wished for a beautiful girlfriend who was also my bestfriend. I guess the stone made you that girl..."

"Thank fuck, you can change me back then right? Do you still have the stone?"

"No, when nothing happened other than some cheap glowing effect I tossed it thinking that I had wasted my time."

I was a bit floored by that line. I had no way back. I was going to be a woman for the rest of my life. Would it really be all that bad though? I never disliked his cock in my dreams, in fact, I REALLY liked it. Maybe I should see if those dreams were accurate.



After we talked for a while my curiosity got the better of me and I placed my hand on his inner thigh which was a good enough sign for him to take control. When he took my virginity I couldn't help but smile, it hurt, but in a good way. After the pain subsided it was all pleasure. He wasn't fucking me, he was making love to me, he was gentle yet commanding. I was putty in his hands and every second felt like thousands. I felt right, I felt like I was who I was always meant to be. I loved this, I loved what we were doing,  I loved him. Magic or not I did. It's not a perfect love story by any means, but it is ours, and that's all I needed. We made love for what felt like an eternity, sadly though, all good things must come to an end.

"I'm nearly there Alex... er, Alexis. Where do you want me to finish?"

I didn't even have to think. "My face."



As each jet of cum hit my face a little less of me cared what had happened. Whatever magic or otherwise caused me to turn into a woman did not bother me at all. I was happy, truly happy. Something I hadn't been able to say in years honestly.

"Well, was it all that you dreamt it to be?" He said failing to hold in a laugh..

I couldn't help but let out a laugh of my own before responding "Yes, yes it was."

(This one is really different to most of my recent stories. There is still, of course, the traveling stone because I just really enjoy using that particular catalyst. I hope that though it isn't in the same vein as "Life is a Game" and "The New Me" that you still enjoyed reading it. This was one of those times that I just sat down and had a lot of fun writing it. Wish I knew what to do in order to make that happen every time, but I digress. Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading my story and I hope you have a great day! ^_^)