It was one hell of a way to wake up, which was exactly why I decided to do it. John had made it very clear that I would have to earn my gender back and I planned to accelerate the timescale as best as I could. He didn't hear me sneak into his room, nor did he react when I climbed into bed with him. I lay there with him for a moment or two, collecting my thoughts and building up the courage to go ahead with my plan.
John's morning wood was there, creating a tent in the bed sheets, but he wasn't fully hard yet. I would need to work him a little if I was going to start using my mouth. So, with slight apprehension, I eased down his boxers and wrapped my delicate fingers around the shaft of his cock. I started slowly, teasing up and down the length until he was at full attention. His soft moans made it difficult to distract myself from what I was doing, but there was no fooling myself when I lowered my head down and began to use my tongue.
The only way to power through it was to make a new identity for myself. I wasn't John's friend from work, I wasn't a man at all. For the time being, I was Katie. And Katie was all too happy to give a man head in the morning. She loved to please her man, but also enjoyed the act of sucking cock. Her mouth watered at the thought of it alone. I was Katie; the cockslut.
It took me by surprise when John's hand brushed against my cheek. He was awake, now fully aware of what I was doing and not interested in stopping me. "If I'd known you were this eager to suck my dick, I'd have asked you to blow me last night during the movie."
Eager? I suppose I was. It wasn't normal for a guy like me to do something like this unprompted, but I wasn't myself right now. I was playing a part, though I didn't consciously decide that role included muffled moans of pleasure. Was that Katie, or me? It's not like I was enjoying this experience. Even if my boobs were rubbing against his leg with every bob of my head. But now that he mentions it, I do feel a strange sensation between my legs.
As if he could read my mind, John's hand moved further and further down my body as he started to sit up. He rubbed his thumb against my nipple, then traced his way down my spine, giving me tingles all over my body. Finally, he rested his hand on my ass, tucking underneath the one item of clothing he had been gracious enough to give me for bed. The whole while, I was still sucking his cock without pause.
"Do you enjoy sucking cock?" He teased, gently guiding my pajama bottoms over my ass until the cool air rushed against my wet pussy.
Before I even registered that I had gotten myself worked up giving head, John ran his fingers across my sensitive new anatomy. Similar to when he ran his fingers down my spine, I felt a shiver across my body. But this was on a whole new level that I hadn't been prepared for. It had been less than twenty-four hours and I hadn't dared to explore myself. Even John kept his hands to himself up until this point. In fact, this was all my own doing. Perhaps if I let things play out, John would have just had me clean his apartment. Or maybe this was all part of his plan and my free will was just another plaything for this man who was once my friend. I had no way of knowing, because I was all too eager to escalate the situation. Now, all I can do is see what comes next.