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.)

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! ^_^)

The New Me

"So what you're saying is that you found a glowing rock and suddenly had magic?"

"I think it's mainly the stone doing the magic but yeah, I guess so."

"So, the first thing you did with the 'magic' stone was turn me into a woman... What the hell is that about?"

"Well, I didn't mean for it to be you but I am incredibly horny."

"Well, change me back."

"Why don't you help me out here first, then I will."

What other choice did I have? If I wanted my dick back I'd have to help with his. I sat there stroking his cock for thirty minutes before he told me that he massively increased his stamina with the stone, and that I'd have to put it in a warmer place. Assuming he wasn't lying and not wanting to feel him inside a place I shouldn't have, I apprehensively wrapped my lips around his manhood. Minutes later he blew his load into my mouth. Instinctively I spit it out before demanding that he turn me back.

"What the fuck?! You better turn me back and make me a fucking millionaire after that."

"Oh calm down, if you weren't so hyper masculine I'm sure you'd love the taste."

"I'm not joking asshole."

"Fine, chill out, here."

With that I was back to normal, and when I checked my bank account I was considerably more well off. I thought after that I would never have to be in that position again, but, to my dismay, John seemed to have other plans. He did this same thing three more times over the course of the next week, each time giving me something in return. By the end of that week my crush was madly in love with me, I had a huge cock, and I could orgasm multiple times without fatiguing. I didn't want to admit it, but, I hated the experience a little less each time. It didn't stop there, every couple days I'd become a woman and each time I didn't need as compensation after. I even started getting into the blowjobs.

I had stopped even trying to give him handies, there wasn't much of a point anymore, he never came until he was in my mouth. This cycle continued for months, by the end of the second week though, I wasn't getting anything after turning back. By the end of the second month, I couldn't fuck my girlfriend without thinking of a cock. Month three and I spent more time as a woman than as a man. Soon after that I was asking to blow him instead of waiting for him to ask. I was blowing him and swallowing his cum three, four, five times a day even. I couldn't stop myself, If I didn't have my lips around his masterful cock I wasn't satisfied. That is, until he took my virginity. Knowing he still had the stone I insisted that he make himself able to orgasm multiple times so that he could thoroughly fuck my brains out. He of course had already done this, but had not told me. We had non-stop sex that day. By the end of it, I had been creampied twice and after that I had him finish in my mouth the rest of the day so that there would be less cleanup. I lost count of how many loads I had eagerly swallowed up like the slut I was. After two days of this my girlfriend came to our house trying to figure out why I wasn't responding to her texts or calls and found John filling my pussy with a sizable load of his cum.

"Why don't you clean up my cock while I explain what's going on to your girlfriend Alex."

"Gladly!" was all I said as I began savoring each drop that I was able to greedily lick off his cock.

"Belle, as you may have heard, this is Alex, your 'boyfriend'."

"He has been acting weird for a few weeks, what did you do to him?!"

"Well, I have this." John then grabbed the stone off the side table showing it to Belle.

"And what does a glowing rock have to do with anything?"

"It's not just a glowing rock, it's magical, that's why Alex is so enthralled by my cock."

"Don't get me wrong, I love Alex, but I fail to see how he... she will be satisfied with me anymore. She clearly loves cock now."

At this point I had to chime in. "I still love you Belle, I just, oh my god I love cock. It's soooooooo yummy." I had already spent for too long away from my sweet treat and immediately went back to my favorite pastime.

"See? She's a little cum slut now, she could never be happy with me now." Belle said holding back tears.

"That's where this comes in." He used the stone and I watched as my once petite, athletically built, adorable Belle grew. She gained about a foot before the rest of her body began molding into my new wet dream. Her body stayed athletically built but instead of breasts she now had pecs, her hair was much shorter, she had a chiseled jaw line, and of course and nice, big, yummy looking cock for me to play with to my heart's content.

"Thank you for making me fit his new preferences John but you still haven't told me what you did to Alex. I have to know."

"Fine, but first, Alex, why don't you go help Belle explore her new body."

I didn't even respond this time, I was too absorbed with Belle's delicious looking cock to think of anything else.

"At first, it was an accident, I didn't intend to do anything to Alex. As soon as he started sucking me off the first time I knew I couldn't be satisfied by another blowjob again. He was and as I'm sure you can tell still is an amazing cock sucker. Given his talents I couldn't let him go. So, I used the stone to make my cum addictive, just a little at first, I increased the addictiveness a bit more each time. Until eventually, he was mine, he was so obsessed with cum that he couldn't conceive how he ever lived without it. The rest was human nature."

I probably should've been pissed that John had done what he had done. I couldn't make myself mad though. Not when I still had such a yummy cock in my mouth. Soon I had Belle experiencing her first orgasm which was quickly followed by a second one confirming what I had hoped John made her like him in that regard. That's when John came up behind me and filled my ass while I continued with Belle's cock.

This instantly became my new favorite position, with my new boyfriend's cock in one end and my best friend's in the other, now, if only I had a third so I didn't have to leave out any of my very eager holes.

(Hi, I don't understand myself anymore. I enjoy writing these, I really do. I'm just so terrible at actually sitting down and writing that I never do it. When I do try to start, I can never think of anything. Even if I know exactly how I want the story to be told. I can have every story beat plotted out in my head and then just... not write, as if I can't come up with the words that I want to say. Then, there's times like this. I wrote this entire story in 2-3 hours and not once did I start feeling as if I couldn't put my thoughts down. Either way, regardless of my struggles with what I can only assume is writer's block, I hope you enjoyed the story. >_<)

Awoken (An Image Trade with Karen)

This is the first time I've seen clearly in a long time. Someone I used to call a friend or even a brother did this to me. I was your average teenage guy before all of this. Now? Now I'm little more than a slave. I haven't even had so much as one instance of free will. Before this I was 18, now I'm 23, I have spent five years of my life not even as the correct gender. The worst part of all though is that I'm still not in control. I haven't escaped his clutches yet. Even now, he's here. All I can do for now is act as if I don't know. Is my fake smile believable enough?

It has been a month since I woke up from my haze, with each day it becomes harder to remember who I was. With that in mind I've decided to chronicle my experiences as a woman, after all, it's all I have now. So, here goes nothing, or I guess, everything.

Five years ago I was turned into my so called friend's dream girl, to this day I'm not sure why or how he changed me. Over these past few years I have done things that I never would have dreamed of doing. Some were good, like the dates he used to take me on where he treated me like a woman. Some were bad, in this category lies all the times I'm been little more than a sex doll to be used by him. However, I cannot bring myself to hate these past years, it's as if I don't have the capacity to do so. To a degree, I enjoyed it. Every time he forced me to my knees or onto my back I should have felt disgusted or at least looking back now I should. I don't though, The pleasure I felt is so much that I cannot hate him, or what he's done.

Just as I finished writing this section he entered our room where I had been hiding away.

"It's good to finally see you again"

"What could you possibly mean? You saw me this morning silly."

"Yes, I did, I wasn't sure it was you though. Now I am. There's no use in continuing this charade."

"What gave me away?"

"Little things, for a month or so you hesitate on things that before she had no problem doing."

"Well, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm going to ask you."

"Of course, and I do have an answer."

"I sure hope it's a good one. I'm not sure you can explain this away."

He explained to me that five years ago he found that I wrote and read TG captions. Seeing that he thought that turning me into a woman would be a dream come true. He admitted that he was wrong seeing as it took so long for me to awaken. Apparently whatever he did (He tried explaining it but all I got was something about a magic rock) was made to replace me with my female form until my male side had accepted that I was a woman now. In theory, I should've awoken after only a few days. He apologized profusely claiming that he did really intend to help me. He then left me to think things through after explaining that he did not believe I could ever change back.

I was so mad, so immensely mad. Not at him though. I was mad at myself for being so careless as to have my little hobby discovered. The truth is, I had grown to love him, I've had many opportunities over this past month to leave but I didn't. At first I believed that I was not in control, but that was wrong, I was always in control. I didn't want to leave, not truly. With that in mind I stopped transcribing by little torture journal and I went to the man who had taken so much from me, but had also managed to give me so much more.

At His Mercy

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Fruitless Search

(What is this?!? A second story from me in a week?! What is this, the end of days? Jokes aside I really wanted to write this one. I've had these pictures saved waiting for a story for the longest time, but, I never got around to it. Once again this one is a bit different from my normal style... Or... maybe this is just how my style is evolving... I'm not sure yet. Either way I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and similarly I hope you enjoy reading it and of course, as always, I hope you have a great day! ^_^)

I was so thankful that I had John in this trying time. Recently my life got turned on its head when suddenly I became a woman. Worse yet, nobody believed me that I had been a man except for my friend John. Since becoming a woman I haven't gone in to work, but, luckily John was fairly wealthy and more than willing to let me live with him until I got everything sorted out. For now, my best bet is just to search the internet for cases similar to mine.

I took about a month but I finally found something! I found a website dedicated to following weird occurrences supposedly caused by a small stone. People on this website claimed that it glowed when touched and seemed to switch owners fairly regularly. The best part? I could swear that I had seen it before! That meant that it could still be around here and I might just be able to find a way out of my situation!



"You look pretty happy there Alex."

"I am! I think I may have found a way to be a man again!"

"Is that so? Care to enlighten me?"

I showed him what I had found about the stone but he didn't seem to be convinced.

"That's just folk lore Alex. How could you possibly believe that stuff?"

"Because I have to ok. I can't just stay a girl forever!"

"That's another thing. You seem to have gotten quite comfortable as a girl. You're even wearing your own clothes now instead of stealing mine."

He was right. I spent my first few weeks as a girl roaming around in his clothes trying my best to avoid having to wear panties or a bra. Now though, I've kinda started enjoying the way these panties feel on my crotch and not having my tits flopping around was a bit of a bonus too.

"Just because my body feels better with proper clothing doesn't mean I want to be a woman John!"

"You're right, sorry. I just, I thought that, maybe you were settling in a bit,  y'know?"

"No, I'm sorry. You're just trying to help and I'm making it hard."

I did feel really bad. John had done so much for me and I was practically roaming his house naked. If I were still a guy I could only imagine how that would make me feel. That's when I felt a sudden urge to make it up to him. Lacking money I only really had one thing to offer the guy. My body. It was insane. Why was I suddenly thinking that I should fuck my best friend? I mean, yeah, he had been helping me but that's a bit crazy is it not? Regardless, I now felt a growing emptiness in my pussy and I knew what I wanted and needed to do. John then got up to leave me with my research.

"Hey! Wait!"

"What's up Alex?"

"Uhm... How do I say this? Uh... Do you, uh, do you want, to uh... have sex... with me?"

"Well that's a little out of nowhere!"

"I know, I know, but, I'm really horny and you've done so much for me... And..."

 Before I could even finish my awkward statement he had me flipped over with my legs spread.



His cock was much larger than I had imagined. I mean, that's a weird thing to say as a man but, yeah, I had imagined his cock recently. Maybe it was just because I was missing my own but the point remains that he was much bigger than I thought he'd be. Especially since I remember a few of his exes joking about his size. They were wrong though, oh, they were certainly wrong. Maybe it was just because he was my first but nothing I had experienced as a woman had compared to this. Hell, nothing I ever experienced as a man compared. His cock impaling me was unbelievably good. In this moment I almost never wanted to turn back into a man. Why would I give up this feeling? Despite being very much a man on the inside I couldn't stifle my moans and it was clear that John was getting into this just as much as I was.

"You're so sexy when you moan Alexis!"

I was taken aback for a moment. Did he just call me Alexis? Who cares? "Oh yeah, fuck me harder baby!"

We went at it for a while before he finished on my stomach and left the room. Did, did I just fuck my best friend? Did I like it? I need to find that damn stone quick. That brings up one major question though. How am I supposed to find a stone with only the knowledge that it seems familiar? I thought for the rest of the day on just that. Sure, I could lurk on the website but there hasn't been any updates since about a week before my change. As such I was pretty much at square one.

Another week passed with no progress and you could practically cut the tension in the room with a knife any time John and I were together. It didn't help that every so often he'd slip up and call me Alexis. What was I supposed to do though? Tell him off? He didn't deserve that. Hell, I probably asked for it when I just accepted it during sex. And that. We had sex. Why did I fuck him? It's not like I suddenly started liking guys. I haven't even thought about guys when masturbating. Though, for some reason, I do get a little wet every time he's around. Maybe I was falling for him.

"Hey Alexis, how goes searching for a fix?"

"You know that my name is Alex still right?

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I just thought that..."

"No, no, it's fine. I probably should've made it more clear."

"No hard feelings then?"

"Not at all."

He then left the room. That was sorta bitchy right? I mean, not really, but, did I need to do that? I mean, maybe? It's not like I told him to fuck off or anything. Maybe I should go apologize. When I got to his room though I found him masturbating.

"Woah, what happened to knocking?!?"

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think that you'd, that... I just didn't think. I'll uh, I'll leave you to it."

"Wait. You must've come here for a reason."

"Well, I did, but, that can wait. You're busy."

"Say it already."

I don't know what was coming over me but seeing his cock got me excited. It just looked so... tasty. I wanted it. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to blow my best friend.

"Well, I was going to apologize, but, I think I can do you one better."



I quickly made my way across the room to him and took his cock into my mouth. Compared to having him inside my pussy this was a little lack luster for sure but in the end I was enjoying this more than I ever enjoyed receiving a blowjob. I know that doesn't make any sense but it was true. I thoroughly enjoyed having a cock in my mouth. The fact that I was in control of another person's orgasm was just so intoxicating to me. In the end that power I had over John was better than any blowjob I had ever received and I was kinda falling in love with it. The taste itself wasn't awful, but, feeling his cock grow and twitch in my mouth was great. At this point I honestly couldn't understand how any girl didn't like giving blowjobs. Sure, getting fucked is far and away more pleasurable physically but there was something about the mental power I had in this moment. I had the power to stop at any point and leave him unsatisfied. I wasn't going to do that, but, I could. To be honest the thought of tasting cum was becoming intriguing to me. What's one time right? You can't know if you never try.

"Y'know, if I didn't know any better I'd say this isn't your first time sucking a cock!"

Was I really doing that well? I mean, should I be proud of that? I didn't really know how to respond to that statement to be honest so I just kept sucking, bidding my time until he finally came.

"Just like that. I'm about to cum!"

Either I actually was a damn good cock sucker or he got himself pretty far before I came in. Regardless, I found myself looking forward to him finishing. I was almost craving his cum. A moment later that craving would be satiated as he pumped a full load into my mouth. I couldn't take it all though so I pulled off which meant some ended up on my chest. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was knowing that I just made a man cum or maybe I just liked the taste but, damn, it was good. It wasn't amazing, no, but it was really good. Like, wow. As a man I should be disgusted by this but, I couldn't help but sorta love it in a weird way.

"That's a pretty big smile for a man who just sucked a cock."

"Oh, shut up! I did it to apologize!"

"Why the smile then?"

"Maybe I just take pride in how well I did. Or maybe I find it funny how much you just came after getting blown by a guy!"

"That's hardly fair."

"I know, but all is fair in love and war!"

And with that I left to go get cleaned up. While showering I thought on what I meant by that statement. It kinda just came out but, what did I mean by it? I wasn't at war with him. Did I love him? How could I? I was a man. A straight man. Once again that's weird to say seeing as I just not only gave a guy a blowjob but enjoyed having him cum in my mouth. After finishing my shower I felt my pussy ache. I was horny. VERY horny. I desperately wanted... to... get fucked... by John. Oh god. Was I actually falling for him? Y'know what? I didn't care. If I was, good! He was a great man and he's nice. He deserves a loving girlfriend. He deserves... me... I can be that for him. Sure, I was a man, but, I was in a woman's body. It's not like I found sex or cocks in general repulsive, that was abundantly clear. Fuck it! I'm going to go get laid!



"Hey handsome." I tried to be as sexy as possible as I began crawling on the bed towards him.

"Uh, hey Alex... What are... What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to fuck you. But first, lets get another taste of that cock of yours."

I sucked him off for a short time before giving him a look to let him know that I was ready for him to take me. When he pushed his cock into my eager pussy everything else melted away. Nothing else mattered except for me and this man. Everything was right. I didn't have a care in the world. It was like all the stress that had been building up since becoming a woman just disappeared. I was content. Hell, I was happy! I was a love drunk little whore and I loved it. We made love that day. That day was the last day of my male life and I couldn't have been happier. Certainly, not as a man. I was a woman. I was Alexis.

We fucked like rabbits for a week. If I wasn't eating or sleeping I was either bouncing on his cock or taking it in my mouth. Life was good. That's right, my life, was good. A month ago this may of been my hell but now I was in paradise. After that first night John started calling me Alexis again. It was like he knew that I had accepted my new life. Maybe he did. It probably wasn't exactly hard to figure out with my progressively more girly behavior. Secretly I loved it. I loved that he chose my name. Yeah, it's not the most creative thing just adding two letters but still. I loved it, and, I loved him. Truthfully, I love him. I love him so deeply that it's hard to imagine my life without him. I love him so much that despite getting an alert that the stone had been spotted I didn't care. Ok, that was a little sudden... I had an alert set up for when the website updated. I forgot to shut that down after committing to this life initially and as such I found out that about three days ago it was spotted just outside the park down the street. Once again I didn't care though. I didn't need that stone. Not anymore.

"Alexis, I'm home."

"I'm in the bathroom." I replied



"Oh, seems you've started without me."

"I was just thinking about you and couldn't help myself."

I'm sure you know where this all went so I'll spare you the details for now. I will leave you with this though. Don't let life get you down. You never know when it may turn around and leave you with a whole world of new things to experience.

Life is a Game

(This caption was inspired by "The Obvious Answer" by TheSecondKing on the new OTGC. I hope you enjoy it and have a nice day! ^_^)

This all started with a weird stone my friend found a few weeks ago. The stone seemed normal at first but when my friend touched it the stone glowed a sickly green color. He toyed with it for a while before discovering that it allowed him to alter reality. Shortly after realizing this my friend made a truly sadistic choice and began toying with me in ways that only magic could accomplish. Before too long I felt my hair growing. After that I felt myself shrink a few inches and lose body mass all over. As I stood there I felt every feature of my body systematically tweaked to my friend's liking. My skin smoothed and became mostly hairless, my face morphed into that of a woman's, my chest ballooned outward slightly, my throat tightened and I knew that my voice was at least a few octaves higher, and lastly my once sizable cock slipped away leaving my with what I could only assume was a pussy. My body then erupted into pleasure for a moment only to subside after I let out a sultry moan in response. My friend then told me what he had done.

"Now that we're all set for my little game I suppose I should enlighten you."

"That would be nice." My voice sounded so alien to me now but I knew that I would need to get used to it as the look on my friend's face suggested that he had no intention of turning me back soon.

"Well Alex, where do I start? The beginning? Will do. You see, I intend to see just how much it takes to turn you into my little sex toy."

"If that's your plan why not just make me into a bimbo? Why am I still thinking like a guy?" It was such an odd question to be asking as only moments ago I was a guy but I digress.

"The simple answer? That wouldn't be any fun."

"Why me though? What did I do to you to warrant this?"

"What makes you think I need a reason? I just want to have fun. Now then, lets explain the rules. Rule one: You will receive rewards for acting girly and punishments for acting manly. Rule two: You will do anything and everything I tell you to. And lastly Rule three: You may only orgasm from my actions."

"Why in the hell would I agree to any of that?"

"Tsk tsk tsk. Off to a bad start already. I'd say that refusal was very manly of you."

Suddenly I felt a horrible emptiness in my pussy. I NEEDED something to fill that void. I couldn't fathom how I could need something so much but nothing I tried satiated this deep hunger from my groin.

"Now, what was your answer again?"

"I'LL DO IT PLEASE PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP!!!"

"That's more like it. Atta girl. We'll make a woman out of you yet!"

After that we headed home and though I wanted nothing more than to get as far away from him as possible, we were roommates now which was likely due to the stone. Once we got home he asked me to clean the house naked while he played video games. Remembering what happened the last time I refused a request I played along as to not have to endure that again. All the while I was exceedingly aware that he had used the stone to make me horny as my new pussy was soaked the entire time. Once I finished I left to my new room and tried to masturbate to get rid of the arousal. Nothing worked though. I played with myself for thirty minutes and had no release. That's when I remembered rule number three and began to understand what it meant.

With this now on my mind and my pussy desperately needing to be pleasured I knew what I had to do. I left my room and approached my friend asking to be satisfied.

"That bold request is fairly masculine of you wouldn't you say? I mean it's a little forward is it not?"

My heart sank. I could not handle that pain again but luckily, he wasn't finished talking.

"Though since no man would ask to be fucked by another man I suppose i'll let it slide. That is, if you blow me first to prove you're accepting your situation."



And like that his pants disappeared revealing a cock much larger than my own. No part of me wanted to suck that cock. No fiber of my being found that thing attractive. I had to do it though. I couldn't subject myself to that pain again and I needed to cum or I'd go crazy. As such I sucked it up, got on my knees, wrapped my lips around his cock, and got to work. It was awful. I hated every second of it. The thought that I was sucking another man's cock was sickening to me. I was practically being raped but I couldn't do anything about it lest I be tortured again. I toughed it out for what seemed like forever until he came. My initial thought was to spit it out as fast at possible but I knew that would likely lead to a punishment so I begrudgingly swallowed.

"You swallowed huh? Can't say I saw that coming. Maybe you secretly always wanted to be a girl. Maybe you just like the taste of cum. Either way, I'd say swallowing my cum there was pretty feminine of you. After all, what man would do that? As such, here's your reward."

It hit me like a truck. My body erupted into pleasure. My pussy was on fire. I felt wave after wave of sheer orgasmic bliss crash over me for a full minute. It was unbelievable. I had never felt anything even close to this pleasure. After it subsided I took a moment to recover just basking in the afterglow.

"You are so sexy when you moan like that y'know. And the squirting? I mean, wow. Even if I hadn't made it so I can cum multiple times without fatigue I'd still be hard as a rock after that show. Go wait for me in my bed and I'll show you what a real man feels like inside your precious little pussy."

I did as I was told and before too long he showed up ready to take my female virginity. As he entered me I found more confusion than anything else. I wasn't in pain per se, but, I wasn't exactly enjoying it either. It felt almost robotic. Certainly, it felt good, but there was no spark there. We weren't making love, we were fucking, and too be honest I wasn't getting into it. I suppose that's probably because I was still mostly a man at that point and as such I failed to derive that pleasure as It felt wrong to me still. That being said, after an hour of sex I had cum at least twelve times and he finished on my stomach.

"You have a few choices here Alex. Y'know what. Alex is too unisex. You'll now go by Alexis. Ok, now, Alexis you have a few choices. Your first choice is simple. You can either go get cleaned up or you can clean yourself up right here if you know what I mean. Second, you can go sleep in your room or you can sleep in my bed with me. As to not sway your choice either way I wont count either of these choices for or against you."

I knew two things. One, he's either lying and plans on punishing me if I choose incorrectly, or he's curious to see where I am after the blowjob, reward, and sex. And two, I did not want to choose either choice that he would want me to. I decided to take him at his word and choose the go get cleaned up and to sleep in my room. Luckily, he wasn't lying and I didn't receive a punishment.



The next morning I woke up in a new body. Everything felt alien, but not as much as it had when I initially became a woman. After getting out of bed I started my morning routine. I grabbed some clothes that I thought were cute. I then grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Just after closing the door though I saw my friend and out of a mixture of fear and shock I dropped everything only to then remember I was naked and attempted to cover myself a bit.

"Y'know, even though I haven't seen this body yet it's not like we didn't have sex last night. Points for acting shy and trying to cover up though."

He was right but, why had I done that? Was I actually becoming more girly? Either way I gathered my things and as I was about to leave he insisted that instead I join him for a shower. I wanted to say no but not for the reason I'd have thought. I didn't want to join him because I didn't want him to see me exposed like that. Weird right? Regardless, I got into the shower as to avoid punishment. The entire time he played with my body like I was his favorite toy. He pressed all my buttons so to speak after five or so minutes I was getting very horny. I found myself eyeing his cock hungrily while my mouth watered. I even started to stroke him before too long. Eventually he turned me around and fucked me there. It was amazing this time. It wasn't quite to the level of my reward the previous night but it was great. His cock felt so good pistoning in and out of me. Somewhere along the line I requested he finish in my mouth and about ten minutes later he did just that. This time his cum was delicious I never wanted the taste to leave my mouth but playing with your food isn't ladylike so I swallowed it up before cleaning what remained off his cock.

"I'd say that you've earned yourself a reward but I'd be lying."

What?!? I just fucked him like a whore and eagerly swallowed a load! How is that not befitting of a reward?!

"This morning I broke the rules a bit. I applied some mental effects. Namely, I made you into a girl in your mind. Thus those actions can't count for our game. Though, I do encourage you to remember this so you know what to shoot for."

He then grabbed the stone from his bedside table and I felt myself become myself again. Well, as much myself as I could be as a woman. At that point I got dressed and left the bathroom.

"Well, I'm off to work now. Don't have too much fun without me."

"Why even go to work? You could just make yourself a multibillionaire."

"While yes, that is true, I want to fuck with people at work including making my boss blow me."

I certainly wasn't going to argue with him about it so I left the topic there and he headed out. I spent that entire day trying to figure out how I could fix this whole situation. I knew that there was no way that he'd ever leave the stone alone with me and if I tried to run away he'd just bring me back. I was stuck.

"What a wonderful day. I got back at all the assholes I work with, made my boss into a glorified sex doll, and watched every woman in the office have orgasms every time they looked at me."

"I'm glad you had fun."

"What did you do with that sexy little body of yours all day? Did you get warmed up for my return by any chance?"

I knew I should probably lie and say that I had been masturbating all day just waiting fo him to come fill me but something told me lying would be worse.

"No, I just kinda relaxed all day and got used to this new body."

"Booooorrrrrriiiingg. Though not manly so I can't punish you. Well, now that I'm here I'd like to relax, with a show if you wouldn't mind."

Suddenly, I saw a sybian appear on the floor and I knew what he wanted.

"I suppose a little show wouldn't hurt.' I thought if I played it off like I was into it I may get a reward.

"If that's the case I think I'd rather have a blonde for this, and don't worry I'm not pure evil. I'll let you experience all the pleasure. Still no cumming though, we wouldn't want you getting too attached to it now would we?"



I decided that it was best if I got this over with so I quickly made my way to the little machine and lined the dildo up with my pussy before letting it slip inside of me. It felt, fine. It wasn't spectacular but at least it didn't hurt. That's when he started messing with the controls. At first it began to vibrate inside of me and I started getting really wet. It felt really good. I couldn't describe it but I loved it. It then began rotating and I let out a little moan. I heard myself and thought that maybe if I played it up I'd be able to get another reward. And so I did. I moaned more and shook my hips a bit all while I felt the little dildo continued speeding up. Eventually my audience member put the remote down and I saw that it was maxed out. At that point I realized that I wasn't just playing it up for him. This felt amazing. I was holding on for dear life and I loved every second of it. A while later my pleasure subsided though. I had been edging for so long that it began to hurt a bit since I wasn't cumming. As a side note I now knew what my punishment was when I do receive it. It was this. Needing desperately to cum with no release. Seeing as this was turning into that I knew I needed to end this. I thought to myself that maybe if I begged for him he'd let me off and maybe even give me a reward. So I did just that.

"Oh god, OH, this feels so good. Y'know what feels better though? Your cock. Please please please give it to me. Fuck me like the whore I am. Make a woman out of me!"

"Well since you asked so nicely I suppose I can do that. Oh, and I believe you've earned this."

As soon as he said it I felt another eruption of pleasure. It was intoxicating. I could not imagine living without this feeling. I needed more of those. He then picked me up off the sybian and propped me up against a door before impaling me.



I don't know if he did something or if I was just starting to enjoy this but, my god, the sex this time was unbeatable. It still didn't surpass me rewards but damned if I had ever felt anything on par with this as a man. With his cock inside my pussy I was hard pressed to want to be a man again. How could I go back to a life without this or my little rewards. We fucked for hours and by the end of it I was both exhausted and satisfied. I fell asleep in his arms that night.

The next morning when I woke up I saw his massive morning wood and had to make a decision. Would a girl be more likely to make him up with a blowjob or make him breakfast? Moreover, which would be more likely to get me a reward? I thought on it for a second before deciding to make breakfast. I thought that though I'd probably get fucked after the blowjob he'd be more likely to reward me if I acted like a love struck teenager and made him breakfast. With the smell of bacon in the air it wasn't long before he made his way to the kitchen.

"You're making breakfast?"

"Yeah, I thought that you'd like to eat before going off to work again or if you're staying home, it'd just be nice."

"How nice. In fact, I think you may just get a reward depending on how good it is."

Score, I thought. If I kept this act up he may just think he's won the game. Upon finishing his breakfast I brought it to him and realized that he was still naked. Seeing this I thought that if I gave him a blowjob he'd be sure to reward me.

"Aren't you going to eat? You didn't make anything for yourself."

"Oh no, I have my breakfast right here. It'll just take a little more effort."

I started working at his cock and felt myself getting excited knowing that I'd surely get rewarded for this and breakfast. After about ten minutes I felt his seed in my mouth and eagerly swallowed it up  before awaiting my well earned prize.

"You're getting really good at this. Before too long you'll be able to out blow any girl I've been with."

Was that it? I don't get rewarded? He couldn't have added mental effects this time, I was awake before him. I sat there for a moment looking obviously disappointed before he chimed in.

"Y'know, I said you'd get rewards for acting girly. Not slutty. That was practically a porno and though I enjoyed it, it wasn't girly. In other news it's time for a new look,"

Damn. I wasn't going to be able to fast track this huh? I couldn't just act like a chick from a movie or porno. I had to act like a real girl, and I had to do it quick before I actually become one. Knowing that no amount of begging would get me another blissful minute I left him to eat and searched through my closet for something to wear. I tried on a few things before settling on some lace panties and a tank top. I had spent most of my time as a girl naked and though it was nice just roaming around freely I felt like I should probably cover up. That being said I didn't want to put on pants as most of mine were really tight and a skirt was just a bit too far for now.



It's weird to say but with those panties on I felt truly girly for the first time. I know that's odd. I'd used a sex toy and had a cock in my mouth and pussy multiple times now and yet I never felt girly? Hell, I'd even had the mind of a girl for a while. All that said yes, this is when I first felt girly. It was just something about the way that those panties delicately cupped my pussy that made me feel so dainty. I sort of loved that feeling. I was still a man but those panties made me feel so good. After leaving my room I saw my friend leaving for work and just as he left he caught a glimpse of me.

"Now that, is girly. Have fun."

After another incredible minute I got to tidying the house in hopes that it'd buy me a few brownie points. I knew that he was effectively training me like a dog but I didn't care. If you knew the pleasure he was giving me you'd wear lacey panties and make him breakfast too. You'd even suck him off and let him fuck you whenever he wanted if it meant you'd know this pleasure. I found myself anticipating his arrival towards the end of the day. I was just so excited to see him return because it meant I could get my little rewards. When he came through the door though he made it clear that he'd be making it much harder for me to get those.

"I think I've been rewarding you too much. You're more of an addict than a girl at this point."

"No, no. I'm a girl. Look I cleaned the house and I'm still wearing lacey panties. Oh, and I'm wet, that's because I've been thinking of you."

"I see that, but that's because you want the high. You're going to have to really work at being a girl to get that now."

Shit. I was fucked now. There was no more faking it. I had to just accept my fate.

"Will you at least fuck me? I wasn't lying about being wet and your cock has been on my mind."

I hated myself for saying that. Not because it was embarrassing, but, because it was true. Sure, you could write it off as me wanting to get that high but when it came down to it I was starting to like the feeling of his cock inside me. I was even beginning to enjoy the taste of his cum. Training or not I was becoming a girl in mind to match my body. This time our sex was different. It still felt really good but instead of mindless fucking there was something more to it. There was love. Not love for the feeling, but, for each other. I don't know if he felt it too but I certainly did. I was falling in love with the man that had destroyed my old life. Call it stockholm syndrome if you want but I did love him now. At least a little. I once again fell asleep in his arms that night.

When I woke up he had already left for work so I was alone in the house. I roamed around for a while just waiting for him to get home as I didn't have anything to do. At least, nothing that excited me. Halfway through the day though he texted me asking for a nude. I thought for a second wondering why when he could just make any person he wanted strip but decided to send him one anyway.



I felt awkward but took the pic and sent it. He soon replied with. "ooh that body turned out nice, though, I don't recall giving you painted fingernails."

"That's because you didn't. I got bored so I painted them myself." Why had I admitted that? Surely he would think I did it for another reward.

"I see. I'll be home soon."

That message excited me to no end. He was coming home for me! I got really giddy out of nowhere and could hardly contain my excitement. Once he got home he rushed over to me and forced a couple fingers into my pussy. I was shocked, stunned even. It felt so good for some reason.

"You're really wet. You must really be excited."

"I can't say that I'm not. You'd be able to tell that I was lying seeing as though you have your hands... fingers on the evidence."

It didn't take long before he had me on the bed moaning his name for hours. Somewhere along the line it became clear to me that none of my actions from that day were to get a reward, well not in the way they had been before. I just wanted him. I wanted him to treat me like a girl and make me feel like one, the sex was just a bonus. Yes, a bonus. I loved the sex. With his cock inside of me I felt complete. Seeing as we had most of the day ahead of us since he left work early he came more than a few times. Most were on my stomach and chest but after a while I asked him to finish in my mouth so there would be less clean up. Well, that's what I told him. In reality I wanted to taste it. I remembered the taste from the day he gave me the mind of a girl and simply had to see if it compared now. It did. Big time. I found it delicious. It was incredible how much I was enjoying the taste. At this point I knew. I was no longer a man and there was nothing I could do to change that nor did I want to.

The next morning I once again woke up late. I was sad that I didn't get to see my lover before he left but I wasn't entirely ready for him to know that either so I decided to keep that to myself and just wait for him to get home. That being said I couldn't really hide that at the very least I was starting to enjoy sex and sucking cock as when he came through the door I practically tackled him before ripping his pants off and working on his delicious cock. It was also made quite clear that I wasn't just horny as I swayed my ass the entire time.



I can't tell you why I even bothered putting pajamas on knowing that they'd just be coming off soon after he came through the door. This was bliss. I was at peace. I didn't have to wonder what my life would be as a woman or if I'd ever turn back into a man. In this moment nothing mattered except for me and this man. With my lips around his cock everything made sense. Everything was perfect.

"Well aren't you eager today?"

"It's more like I need something since you haven't used that stone to reward me and I know you'll at least fuck me after I blow you." Part of me hated lying to him. I wanted to tell him that I loved him and I'd do anything for him, but I, just wasn't ready.

"Is that so? Lets get right to it then. I wouldn't want you to start resenting me now would I?"

He carried me right to our bedroom and fucked my brains out. Not even the stone's magic orgasms compared to the feeling of the man I love absolutely ravaging me. I loved every second of that night. Every thrust felt right and by the end of it I couldn't have been happier. I had plenty of little 'rewards' along the way as he finished in my mouth each time. Y'know, to avoid clean up. I found myself just staring into his eyes a lot and it was pretty obvious that he noticed but he didn't say anything. After another sex filled night he did something that he hadn't up until that point. He kissed me. T hadn't even noticed that we hadn't kissed but when we did it was like fireworks. I loved it. I was his girl and that sealed it. We then drifted off to sleep and I dreamed.

I dreamed of my life as a woman with this man. All the things we could do. All the places we could go. All the experiences we could share. It made me so happy. I had never really looked to the future as a man as quite frankly it scared me. I didn't think I'd amount to anything and I was terrified of what was around the corner. As a woman though, I was hopeful. I was optimistic. I saw so many possibilities and each and every one was equally as amazing so long as I had this man by my side. To think that only a few days ago I would have hated this dream. How insane would that have been? Now though, I couldn't help but smile the entire time.

When I woke up I was once again greeted with an empty bed which now made me even sadder knowing I'd have to wait to see my love. To my surprise though he soon came back into the room and said that our little game was over.

"Why is that?"

"Because I've won. You're a woman in body and mind now."

"How did you know?"

"It's not terribly hard when you stare into my eyes as I fuck you."

"I suppose that was a big hint huh?"

"Indeed it was. Well, since the game is over you're left with one more choice."

"Oh really? What's that?"

"You can stay this way and we can be together for real, or, you can go back to the man you were before all of this, and I'll even turn myself into a girl to let you fuck me for playing along so well."



All I could do was laugh. How could I possibly go back to the way things were before? If I could why would I? He clearly knew my answer based on that laugh.

"Well, if that's the case I don't need to go to work anymore. I need to get to know my Alexis more."

After he said that I knew it was over. I was no longer a man. I was no longer Alex. I was Alexis through and through. And I couldn't be happier.