You know how people say guys think about sex every seven seconds? Well it turns out women - or at least, men transformed into women - think about it even more often than that!
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My roommate showed me this crazy program he had on his computer called MasterPC. He told me all these crazy things it was supposed to be able to do and I rolled my eyes not believing him. A few taps on his keyboard later and I suddenly felt an incredible pressure in my underpants and was shocked when I rushed to the bathroom to find my cock had grown to be over two feet long!
I went back to the living room to find my roommate with a leaner, more handsome version of himself with a sizable bulge in his own pants. He told me he was going to go try and get laid and said I could play with the program more if I wanted to. When he'd gone I sat down at his computer and was just flabbergasted by the number of options it had! I must've clicked around for twenty minutes exploring all the different menus! I could turn myself into a hunk! Or a dog! The possibilities seemed endless!
I kind of felt like I wanted to try a more dramatic change. I'd been me my whole life, and I actually wasn't particularly disappointed with my own dick or how fit I was. The idea of turning into an animal had a sort of fairy-tale kind of appeal, but ultimately I was worried about how I'd change back without hands.
Which is how I settled on the option to turn myself into a woman. A hot one.
I mean, I'd thought about what it would be like to be a chick. I'm sure all guys do at one time or another. Hell, I once even got into an argument where I said if I had a chance to magically try being a woman for a few hours, I'd do it. It would be such a learning experience, I'd said. This was literally that exact opportunity.
After some configuring, a simple click was all it took to take me from a 5'10" guy to a 5'2" busty broad with a pussy between her legs.
It felt really strange when I got to my feet and felt all my new bits jiggling. Even looking around the room - hell eight inches didn't sounds like a lot, but I felt tiny! It was really weird.
Not bad though. In fact, despite the weirdness, it kind of felt pretty good! Really good, actually! I had a woman's body at my fingertips and I could do anything I wanted to it! The very idea got me hot and bothered in a way I never had been before, but was easy to recognize as a pretty extreme form of arousal.
I started playing with my tits because - I mean - guy wouldn't? What I didn't expect was how good it would feel to have your tits grabbed! I literally moaned a bit the first time I gave them a squeeze.
I played with them for a few more minutes, marvelling at their softness, weight, and sensitivity, but eventually the feeling between my legs started to get... well, sopping.
When I finally checked out my pussy I was stunned by what I saw. I didn't even know it was possible for women to get that wet!
Of course I had to touch it. My fingers made contact and I gasped. Words failed me in trying to think about it, but what mattered is it felt GOOD.
Then it started to get weird. As I fingered myself, I started to think about cock! And not just cocks, but me fucking cocks!
I was horny as hell, but it was a startling enough revelation that it knocked me out of it and kind of freaked me out a bit. I figured as a chick I'd fantasize about lezzing out, but here I was thinking about dick instead! What the hell had that machine done to me?
I redressed and rushed back to my friends computer, all ready to turn myself back despite not having experienced an orgasm. Hell I didn't even know for sure I hadn't actually, what I'd been doing felt pretty damned incredible.
That's when I discovered my roommate's computer had gone to sleep. When I jiggled the mouse, it asked me for a password. I cursed. I didn't know what it was! I figured no matter what I'd turn back before my roommate got back, even before I started weirdly thinking of cock-
The image flashed across my brain. Me with my tits wrapped around a guys cock. I felt my pussy twitch and spasm, beckoning me back to what I'd just so abruptly stopped.
I pushed those thoughts aside though. My roommate wasn't very clever and the hint for his password was "Inuyasha" so I desperately started googling and trying things based on that. I had a good shot of guessing it - I thought, even though every failed attempt made the computer lock up for a few seconds.
Seconds where my thoughts would automatically go back to me and dick-
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I tried. I really did try. I must've done dozens of different character names and substitutions of letters. Or maybe I only did five. Honestly I was so horny and distracted fighting my thoughts of dick that I kept forgetting what I'd already done.
So when my roommate finally returned and found me there, fussing with his computer and a woman. I really expected I would've just asked him what his password was.
Instead I saw the bulge in his pants and was immediately over come with need at the object of my fixation suddenly appearing near me.
He asked me if I was me. I nodded and said yeah. Then I asked him if he wanted to fuck me.
He'd struck out picking up women and quite readily said yes. I asked him about it later and he said if I'd turned myself into a woman (and I had) then he figured it had to be what I wanted.
And so he fucked me.
And it was every bit as good I had resisted imagining.
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Later it would turns out I'd tried and failed to login to many times his computer had entered a special lock mode with a different password that my roommate couldn't remember. At that point I was too far gone and told him I didn't mind staying a woman awhile longer so long as he let me have more goes at his magnificent dick.
When my roommate finally got through to tech support (after fucking me enough times I was convinced that the machine had turned me into a nyphomaniac), they told him that special password couldn't be recovered and he'd have to just wipe the whole machine and reinstall everything.
After he did that, my roommate was unable to find the link to redownload the MasterPC program.
I felt a nervous feeling in my belly when he told me that - but I also felt arousal, because I seemed to feel that more or less constantly now. To cheer me up, I asked him to fuck me. That was going to be my life from then on.
Honestly, it felt so incredible I rarely regretted it.