I slammed open the door, ready to confront my roommate, but what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. I saw the woman of my dreams and fantasies, more beautiful than I could have imagined. I never dreamed she had been so close to me, never dreamed that he was her.
I got assigned to live with this absolute weirdo who spends all of his time either hidden away in his room or bundled up in heavy sweaters moping around. I could deal with that, but what I can’t deal with is that noise coming from his room each time I bring a woman home.
I’ve been dreaming of her for months now. Her slight body, her perfect features, her beautiful femininity. She promises me so much. She promises that she can give me what I truly want.
After another date storming out angry at his interruptions, I’ve had enough. Rushing in with plans to confront him, and instead coming face-to-face with my fantasy. I should be screaming and raging, but when she asks me what I really want I know what my answer is. I want her to show me what it’s like. I want her to remake me in every possible way.
The smooth touch of lace on my soft skin. The curves and the delicate grace of this new feminine body of mine. I feel so small in his presence now. Because while I’ve become a woman in every possible way, she’s become a man.
And this new man in front of me wants to show me what my body can take. He wants me to feel every inch of the satisfaction that he can give to me. He wants me on my knees and my back and I want it too, but god I’m scared.
Because when he’s done with me, will I ever want to go back to the way things were?
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Somehow without stopping her movement she was begging me at the same time, “Cum for me. Show me that you can. Cum for me and I’ll show you everything else. Cum for me and I’ll show you what I can do. I’ll remake you just like you want. Just like you need.”
I groaned and felt my cock throb. She closed her mouth over the end of it, pumping me with her hands and her lips as she took me deep again and again until I exploded.
Erupting more and harder than I’d ever erupted before. Pulsing deep within her throat again and again as she sucked on me.
And kept on sucking.
On her knees she drained me dry, but she didn’t stop there. She kept the movements of her hand and her mouth and she kept me hard and within seconds, impossibly, I was cumming again.
It didn’t end.
I don’t know how long I was there. I don’t know how much she swallowed. She took me deep and she drained me of not only every drop I had but every drop I could possibly give. Then more.
“More,” I found myself begging her, the pain and the pleasure mixed in my brain, “More.”
And I felt her keep going. I felt her never give up and never stop me.
She drained me of my cum and she drained me of my strength. She drained me and still I begged for more.
“Are you sure?” she told me, “Are you ready? You’ve come so far and if I stop now you’ll be just like me. But if I keep going you’ll be all the way. You’ll be her.”
I can say that at the time I didn’t know what she meant. I can tell you that I didn’t know in advance what she had planned for me and, in a way, I wouldn’t be lying.
My conscious mind wasn’t really aware of what was happening to me. It hadn’t registered the brush of hair against my shoulders. The shift in my perspective as I lost inches and then more than a foot off my height. I hadn’t felt the soft kiss of that fabric against my skin. The smooth touch of lace on my chest and between my legs. My conscious mind hadn’t realized that bit by bit and drop by drop she had changed me, bringing me so far from the man that I was.
But my unconscious mind? It knew all along. It knew what she could do for me. It wanted it.
It always had.
So it was my unconscious mind who took control over my voice. Making me beg for my greatest fantasy to be my true reality.
“Make me her!” it shouted, and she pulled and she played and she drained me of the last of my masculinity.
When she was done my world was spinning. I tumbled back into pink sheets and soft bedding. My eyes fluttered and flitted around the pink room that felt so familiar, that felt so much like home.
And finally they fell on the tall, handsome, and muscular man standing by the end of the bed staring down at me. I watched as licked his lips and swallowed the last of who I once was.
As he became me just as I became him.
It wasn’t one-to-one.
He didn’t look like me, not really. He had my height and he had my build and his features were similar, but not identical.
He was man, handsome and cut and strong, but he was his own man.
Me? Well I only saw myself when my head lolled to one side and caught a glimpse in the mirror hung on the wall.
I couldn’t look away.
Long blonde hair fell in waves around my head. My bright blue eyes were highlighted with dark makeup, pink shadow on the edges of them fading into my perfectly flawless skin. My nose was cute and slightly upturned. My lips were shiny with gloss, shimmering in the light of the room.
Body slight and feminine, soft but hard in all the right places. Full breasts heaving in their bodice with each shuddering breath I took. Flat tummy and long legs that kicked out beneath the frill of my dress.
She was petite. I was petite. She was delicate and feminine and when I squeezed my thighs together everything registered all at once. The absence of that presence between my legs. The wet slit that was contained there instead.
I looked up into the eyes of the man that he had become and realized that he’d made me all woman. Not a drop of my masculinity remained, and he stared down at me uncertain as if he expected panic.