Your pussy lips part. Actually — he parts them for you.

Before they were together. Nestled between your thighs. In your gap. Your pelvis expanded in the change, parting your thighs from each other. But now he's going in.

The head of his cock settles into the shallows, your frilly folds greeting it with their wetness. Inviting him in. This is their first coat of lubricating fluid they will ever apply. They apply it generously to the head of his cock. The smooth attention of it sliding at your entrance inspires more juices to flow within you. You've only been a woman for a few minutes, but your body knows what to do.

You have no idea what this will feel like. You arch your ass higher in expectation. Seeing your willingness he doesn't hestitate to move forward. He grabs your hips, now a perfect hourglass, and pulls you back to join him, until he's inside and you realize that this is your place now.

His thrusts take a moment to register. His cock grows slick with your juices. Luckily he is big. Each thrust is deeper. Each slide out tugs at your womanhood, as if your pussy is begging it to stay. You feel a strange fullness moving in and out of you. But gradually you are taken. You moan out. Your ears ring.

You moan louder from the depth of your throat. The pitch is high. Your voice is confirmation of the choice you've made. To be female. To see what it is like. You've danced with this idea forever. To try being a woman once. Now it's happening and you don't know what to think. It doesn't help your body is doing the thinking for you now.

Sex is an act of procreation. Of breeding. Necessary to the species. And yet it is desperately pleasurable. You started taking the pill two months ago to prepare for this one day - even though you were in your male form. The gender pill dealer said it would keep you safe from one of the two ways of never going back. Pregnancy.

The other is to take three gender change pills in one day. You remember what he said about that. "Your body can't recover from the wash of hormones. Every cell in your body basically forgets it was ever male."

Pulling the birth control package out of your desk at work, you religiously popped the day's pill, and quickly slipped it into your mouth. Then you brought a glass of water to your lips. The pack of pills acted as a count down to this day. Who knew one pill could make you so hard. Your nipples stiffened in your dress shirt, ready for their literal journey ahead.

They press into the bed now. The covers are soft on your breasts. Propelled by his cock, energy builds in every inch of your body. It will not disapate until its eventual thunderous release.

He's hitting something so deep. Unlocking the femininity hiding deep within you. It spreads through your body. You can hardly conceive being fucked like this. Your mind is growing foggy, though you try to retain some composure. Some tie to your old male self.

Suddenly, as if he can feel your worries, he grabs your head and pulls you back.

"Look at me."

Your face. Your makeup. Your long hair. The impact of his thrusts on your ass. Your tits bouncing. Your tight pussy clenching his driving cock. They all conspire againt you. He is taken in the moment, too, and forgetting you were once his best friend. You look like a woman to him. A woman he is fucking.

"You're beautiful. I'm loving fucking you."

Oh fuck. He is really forgetting in this moment - but you see no need to remind him; not with how good he's fucking you. Something in you wants to panic, but you blush and moan louder. Seeing you like this is getting him harder inside of you. You clench tighter to his cock with the new muscles inside of you.

You moan out a word. It rings in your head. He complies. Harder.

You bite your lip and try to hold on. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe your first instinct was right. To take one gender pill and flush the others down the toilet. You think of the pill bottle sitting next to the bathroom sink. It's half full.

No. It should only be this once. You have self control. You tell yourself to enjoy being fucked and then move on.

Only that's when he stops.

A sultry voice passes from your lips, "What are you doing?" It's so sweet it nearly floors you.

He eyes you seriously.

"I've shown you what this feels like."

Is it the end? Butterflies fill your tummy. You just started minutes ago, though you did lose track of time.

"You have shown me."

His expression isn't changing. He sits motionless. Is he displeased? You swallow and bite your pouty bottom lip as he speaks.

"Now show me what you've learned."

. . .

You now understand that this was the moment you became a woman.

Changed.

One simple request.

The moment the feminine within you eclipsed your old male self.

Even before the next thirty minutes in bed. Even before you rush into the bathroom and tear open the gender pill bottle to quickly pop three pills in your mouth. And another for good measure.

This was the moment you changed.

A sentance thrusting you completely into your form. Tangling you in it unexpectedly and forever.

You lean back. You lean back again. You take him into you. Something relaxes within you. A surrender. Your manners and movements change immediately. They soften into feminine flow. Everything feels how it should be.

He lets you fuck him. Your pussy is savoring him now. Savoring every delicious stroke of his cock. The way your hips move makes it so easy. Your juices now glisten over the entire surface of his cock and make their way down his balls. This is what sex should be.

. . .

"Why did you go to the bathroom?"

"I needed to forget something."

"What does that mean?"

"It's not important. Roll over. There's something I want to try."

The faint taste of the sugar-coated gender pills on your tongue is met with the taste of the sex you just shared lingering on his cock. He grows harder in your mouth. You flex your pussy muscles in anticipation and glace occasionally for his approval.

"Good girl," he whispers.

You smile.

"That's right. I am."

His praise propells you. You take him deep into your throat. Suddenly your attention of his cock grows more passionate. Something else has changed within you.

The five pills in your system drive your passion. Unbeknownst to you, the rush of hormones created by their introduction is too much. Once dissolved in your stomach they immediately counteract the birth control you took so religiously the for past two months. They overtake it. Fertility. Your right ovary releases its first solitary egg. It travels through your fallopian tube to wait for the coming invasion of your first feminine sexual encounter.

If once isn't enough. More will follow. The day is young.

Tonight, when the moonlight shines through your blinds across your naked body, it will be illuminating the curves of an expectant mother.

A month from now you will notice your period is late and drive to the drug store for a pregnancy test. You will be so giddy you will find it hard to keep from burying your hand beneath your short skirt as you drive. It's so easy now to slide a hand over your smooth crotch and take yourself there anytime you want. You will do it all the time and keep an extra pair of panties in your purse to slip into should your first get too soaked in your desire.

You will be unrecognizable, having traded in your car for something cuter and more befitting of your new taste. You will be made up; lips red with lipstick. Long, perfect lashes. Sunglasses. Bracelets. Danging earrings that tickle your neck with each turn of the wheel. Your fiances ring snug around your ring finger. Perfectly manicured nails. Your generous tits supported in a bra, nestled in a low-neck top. A thong strung delicately between your tight asscheeks, its crotch hugging your sex. Your tummy preparing to grow with your first daughter. Your phone will lie on the passenger seat in a pink, glittery case, buzzing constantly with texts from your new girlfriends.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. . .

As you go down on him your breasts begin to swell. The curve of your hips deepens. Your lips begin to pout more. Your hair lightens and your fingernails lengthen. Your moans grow higher.

Five pills is a lot, after all.

You keep your jaw open wide and romance his cock with your lips and tongue. Your heart beats faster knowing his cock belongs here as much as in your pussy. He plays with your hair seeing no need to interrupt. Your tits weigh heavy on your back. You welcome their development.

He watches your curves deepen and your spirit settle into the feminine for good. He understands the choice you've made.

Here's to forgetting.

. . .

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