My buddy Ron and I were wandering through the shopping mall when I saw a sudden look of terror in his eyes. He darted behind a pillar as if hiding from something. Confused, I followed him.
"Shit. It's my ex." He said. I hadn't seen her, but I knew who he was referring to. He'd been a little crazy about her and she'd been pretty mean to him - especially when she broke up with him. "I can't let her see me wandering around the mall with another guy! Fuck, I don't want to prove her right that I could never get another girlfriend as hot as-" Ron froze and a sudden smile formed on his face. He looked at me with a lupine smirk and a chill went down my spine as I realized what had crossed his mind.
"No." I said flatly. "No, no, no, no, no!" I protested in vain.
"Sorry, but it's my turn after all, and this is just perfect..." He said, pulling out a little remote looking device from his pocket as my heart sank. "Girlfriend." He spoke into the device, then pointed it at me and clicked a button.
I gasped as I reformed clothes and all in under a second. I felt very weird. There was hair in my face and something pulling me forward like it was trying to tip me over. I glanced down and saw that my shirt had been changed into a tanktop that showed off an impressive amount of cleavage.
"You can't fucking turn me into a woman!" I shot daggers at Ron, whining in a voice nothing like the one I'd had a second ago. A woman's voice.
"Obviously I could. I mean just look at you! Damn!" Ron whistled.
"I can't believe I'm going to me stuck like this for twelve hours..." I poked my boobs. They were very soft, and poking them felt... nice.
Ron's uncle had left him that stupid clicker in his will. We had no idea how the fuck it did what it did, but the results definitely spoke for themselves. The instructions that came with it were pretty minimal: Just say a word and point it at somebody and click and POOF! They transform into it! The only draw back was the device took twelve hours to recharge. So far me and Ron had been taking turns with it. So far I'd been a black guy, a toddler, and a dog. I'd turned Ron into a seven foot tall version of himself, a dwarf, and a hamster. I couldn't believe he'd fucking turned me into a chick now!
I looked up from poking my boobs to see Ron practically drooling over me. The look made me feel... weird.
"Fuck it." I said, "You wanted to show me off, let's show me off." I wrapped my arm around Ron's - he as so much taller than me now! - and we marched straight towards his ex.
She definitely balked when she saw Ron and who he was with. Ron played in nonchalant, but I almost gave up the ghost when his ex asked me my name.
"Joe." I said, blushing.
"Is that short for something? Like Mary Jo?" She asked.
I hastily agreed, wondering if she was going to try and look me up online.
Ron said fairwell after that, confident he'd made his ex jealous. I kept my arm locked around his. It felt so natural. More natural even than the bouncing of my incredible tits with every step.
"You can let go now." Ron said.
"We should keep up appearances." I answered instantly, not entirely sure why I did. I like it for some reason, being this close to him.
Ron bought me lunch. I liked that a lot. He said it was to make up for putting me through that, but I felt like he didn't owe me anything. Now though I felt like I owed him something, and that gnawed at me. I wanted to see Ron happy!
When we finally left the mall and got back to Ron's car, I couldn't stop staring at him. Had he been working out? He looked a lot more attractive...
When I caught him staring at me and then adjusting himself as he drove us back to our shared flat a thought popped into my head out of the blue on how I could pay him back.
I licked my lips and stared at his crotch and wanted to suck his cock. Girlfriends sucked their boyfriends cocks.
When we got home, I stopped Ron at the door and pulled him in close. I told him I thought it was actually pretty cool being a woman - and it was. Then I told him I felt like I should thank him.
He was completely unprepared when I dropped to my knees and started sucking my cock. I was too!
It was velvety and hard and smooth in my mouth, tasting musky and salty and funky and I absolutely loved it. It was practically like my lips and tongue were their own erogenous zones, and rubbing them against cock was turning me on - a sensation I finally identified which I realized I'd been feeling for awhile: a hot, needy, wet emptiness inside me. Girlfriends were horny for their boyfriends.
I didn't know whether Ron thought it was weird at all, but the poor guy almost never got laid so he wasn't about to complain about an impromptu beej no matter the circumstances.
He tried to warn me he was getting close. It was so sweet of him! But I didn't want to pull away. Girlfriends swallowed.
He nutted in my mouth and I swallowed it all down as my eyes went wide. I could feel his spicy spooge ooze down my throat and settle in my belly like a lump of hot coal I was so painstakingly aware of it.
What had I just done? I got to my feet and muttered something about hormones, then practically sprinted to the bathroom. Once inside I froze and tried to give myself some time to think. On autopilot, I went to the sink and brushed my teeth. Girlfriends brushed their teeth after sucking cock.
I suddenly realized I'd been thinking about things girlfriends did, then I would do them. Then I remembered when Ron pointed the clicker at me, he hadn't said "woman", he'd said "girlfriend"! Apparently the clicker could change more than someone's body!
"Shit." I muttered as I came to this realization. I stared into the mirror at the beauty I'd become - my first good look. I was cute. I stripped to get a better look and almost wolf-whistled at myself. I wasn't just cute, I was fucking hot!
And horny.
Sucking cock had turned me on so much! Seeing myself naked, I couldn't help from touching myself.
I was blown away from how good my pussy felt! Girlfriends liked getting their pussy's petted.
I started to moan and suddenly there was a knock at the door. When I didn't answer, the door swung open! I'd forgotten to lock it.
"Are you oka- woah!" Ron gasped as he saw what I was doing.
"I'm good, but I'm fucking horny." Girlfriends asked their boyfriends to fuck them. "You want to show me what it's REALLY like to be a girlfriend?"
I'm not sure Ron caught my exact wording. Despite having cum minutes ago, his cock came back to life in an instant. I couldn't believe I was about to do what I was, but I knew I was. I took Ron by the hand and led him into my bedroom. I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life - and that includes when I was a teenager!
It didn't take much more for Ron to fuck me. I couldn't believe how good it felt when his rock hard dick split me open and I stretched around him. Girlfriends loved getting fucked by their boyfriends.
"Oh god! Ron! YES! RON!" Girlfriends screamed their boyfriends names during sex.
I came and HOLY SHIT was it earth shattering! I trembled and melted and knew I'd never be the same after that.
Ron jerked out of me a minute after that. I felt hollow but satisfied, a bittersweet feeling. Then I felt his cum rain all over my ass and I could only smile.
"That was fucking amazing!" I said. Girlfriends complimented their boyfriends on a job well done. "Honestly, I kind of fucking love being your girlfriend!" I said, feeling a twist in my stomach as I realized it was true! Girlfriends didn't dump their boyfriends, or transform back into guys.
"Really?!" Ron exclaimed, "Cause you know we don't have to HAVE to turn you back when the twelve hours is up! You're my best friend and now I can fuck you and - shit this might be the perfect relationship! I've got a cousin who's got some shady contacts and - well he could probably get you a new identity..."
"Woah there cowboy!" Girlfriends didn't pressure their boyfriends into commitments. "Let's get used to this first and go from there." I couldn't believe what I was saying, or that I meant every word of it!
"Right, yeah... Shit, you haven't even been a woman two hours yet! I'm probably getting ahead of myself..." Ron sounded terribly sad.
I suddenly felt like I'd wounded Ron terribly. Girlfriends didn't break their boyfriends' hearts.
"How about we rest up a bit, then go again? We'll figure out the rest later..." I cooed. Girlfriends knew their boyfriends needed to have lots of sex to feel loved.
And girlfriends loved their boyfriends.