I can't stop. I can't stop. If it weren't for my plump ass I could take it deeper. What scares me is: I want to take it deeper.

My girlfriend and I had such a nice weekend living out her lesbian fantasy. I took the pills she gave me and changed. I did it for her. It was her fantasy. I won't pretend I didn't enjoy it. I won't pretend I'm not thinking of her tongue running slowly across my aching pussy lips even now.

I had made one rule — except for her tongue and fingers, no deep penetration. I'm her guy — something in me didn't think it would be a good idea to be exposed in such an intimate way.

She went home an hour ago. I cleaned up my apartment. I was ready to take a shower and then turn back to my old self. That's when I found it.

This pink bad boy must have slipped out of her purse.

Fuck. I thought I was so clever when I stuck it to the shower door.

I flicked it to test the seal, oblivious I had just sealed my fate. Reminders of the way my girlfriend fingered me shot through my pussy as it flopped there invitingly.

One final shower as a woman wouldn't hurt, could it?

I was just going to let it hang there, I swear! I never thought I would turn and settle back on it, letting it slip into the gap between my thighs. I never thought I would move back and forth over it, glazing it in my juices. I certainly never thought I would angle my hips so the head could settle into my lips. And further. I winced as it slipped in. It met initial resistance, but I committed until it slipped all the way inside of me.

A moan unlike any I've ever uttered slipped from my lips. It was in.

Suddenly I started moving. Why can't I stop? I keep fucking it like it's all I want. The truth is: it is.

Now I push as far as I can go until my firm ass checks settle into the shower door and bring my momentum to a halt.

Fuck, I need it deeper.

Mmm, yes! That's it. Bending over does the trick. It's moving deep now — where I need it.

God, I have a perfect ass. I'm bending over, submitting to the way this dildo fucks me. It feels too good not to. I'm letting it take me. Taking it back. God, I'm fucking it passionately, weaving patterns with my nimble hips. How could I not? Every way I fuck it is so good. Like soooo fucking right.

When I take it deep, my clit throbs in appreciation just a little more. Appreciation for something so thick that fills me so well. There is no comparison. Even my girlfriend couldn't even make my clit feel like this. I'm already so close. The pressure keeps building.

My clit used to be my cock. We watched it seize up a pulse at a time, shriking into the shallows of my new sex. My pussy lips are spread wide for this pink masterpiece I'm fucking. I want to pet my clit. Settle a finger on it and slowly make an orgasm with the help of this dildo. Mmm. Like that.

I don't miss my cock.

I'm rocking my hips. Just like a woman would. Chasing my approaching orgasm. God, is this what being fucked really feels like? How could my girlfriend fantasize about another woman when she could have a luscious cock like this deep in her pussy? She's not thinking straight. If I could have this every day I would. Slipping inside of me. Tugging my pussy back invitingly when it vacates. It's all so easy. Sit. Sit. Sit.

This was a mistake — I can feel it in my pussy. No man could fight this. This dildo is my fucking Kryptonite and it's pumping so delightfully in my aching, soaking wet pussy and I'm not going to stop fucking it until I come on it. FUCK!

I wonder what a real one feels like. Mmmm! I bet it's warm. This dildo certainly feels better since my pussy has warmed it up. But it could be warmer. Then it would probably feel like a real dick. It would feel like what a pussy was intended to fuck.

Why did his image come into mind out of nowhere?

I remember him hitting on me last night when my girlfriend and I went out to our local pub.

Why are my thoughts suddenly possessed with him? Oh no. I shouldn't imagine so! I feel his phantom — fucking me in this shower. Making me into a real woman for good. These big tits my girlfriend's pills gave me pressed into the glass.

He didn't recognize who I was last night. My male body is a regular. We didn't tell him about our little weekend experiment. We played it off and I pretended to flirt back. My girlfriend thought it was funny. By the end of the night he was wrapped around my finger. He kept stealing glances of my cleavage.

My girlfriend made these tits on my cheat hard to ignore, so much bigger than her paltry B cups. She told me she wanted to feminize me completely. Give me no course of denial of who I had become. I played along and pushed them out proudly as the night progressed, feeling like a prize. Now I realize it was turning me on. My nipples poked hard through my bra and thin blouse. I didn't hide it. It was nice to have so much attention. My girlfriend and I laughed as we walked back to the apartment. Later she slipped her thin middle finger into my pussy and made my eyes cross. Her tongue circled my erect nipples and I purred, happy for a moment to have traded my cock for two firm nipples at the apex of these two melons.

A finger is nothing compared to this dildo. So what about a real cock compared to a dildo? I want to turn around and press my tits into the shower door glass and be fucked good and proper. Like a real woman. With a real cock.

"Fuck my brains out until you come inside of me."

God, did I really just say that? It is what I'm thinking. The imagination is so cruel. The head of this dildo is hitting my depths. I romance the tip of it with a flick of my hips and then grind back on it as hard as I can. It's only natural I want to be fucked and bred, isn't it? Natural to this body. Natural to what I am. Though I know I need to fight it.

It seems like I have a real taste for cock, unlike my girlfriend. My clit is beyond perfect. I wish I could keep it right above my cock so I could touch her. Who really needs a cock when you have a nice, throbbing clit?

It is interesting. I guess I'm straight no matter what sex I am. When I'm a man I like women. When I'm a woman. . . I guess I want to be fucked. But one is certainly better than the other. That's for sure. Knowing that makes my nipples stiffen at the ends of my tits. I wish my nipples could always be there instead of flat against my chest. Sigh.

I realize I don't really need to own a cock anymore. Not if I could slip myself over one and ride — taking it deep and long, and bask in the fullness of a cock at least as thick as this one. Rubbing my little love button until I come in a gush on a thick piece of meat. I want my huge titties swinging beneath me while I take it. To think I was always so worried if I was big enough. Now I realize a clit is the perfect size as long as there's a tight little pussy waiting beneath it.

God, I'm a fucking woman. And I'm fucking this dildo thinking about the bartender downstairs. Have I lost my mind? The reversal pills are sitting on the counter and yet I'm remembering he always works Sundays until close. Maybe he would want to hang out before I change back?

Fuck!

I'm coming! It's so deep. My entire body is shaking.

Oh shit. I need to feel one final thing. To know.

Oh yes, opening my lips wide to take it is exquisite.

I can taste myself on this dildo. Mmmm! I'm so sweet. God I love having this in my mouth.

I know already. I don't only want cock in my pussy. I want to be on my knees. With someone above watching me pleasure them. I know I'm a natural.

Fuck. I wish this dildo were real. I wish it was him.

Fuck.

He'd watch. He'd look down on me on my knees without a second guess of who I am. He'd see a woman. Her lips around him. Pleasing his cock. I'd be that woman.

Butterflies fill my tummy at the realization I wouldnt be scared to see him all the way through. If this dildo was his cock, I would pleasure it until it fired into my mouth. I'd take every drop of his sweet come. And I would swallow.

My girlfriend said if I don't take the reversal pills by midnight I will have trouble changing back.

My pussy suddenly wants trouble. Lots of it. My mouth wants it. My tongue wants to be glazed in come. And my tight little ass...I'm trying not to think about what it might want.

It took all weekend, but my new breasts have begun to weigh heavy on my back. The pill formula my girlfriend chose overdid them a bit. She shrugged. "I like them big." There's a slight soreness in my shoulders from lugging them around. They swing no matter how carefully I move, they hang when I lean over, they felt so good in her hands - however they move, they're continually reminding me I'm a woman. Would I really say goodbye to them after the pain and pleasure and work of growing them?

The pub closes in an hour, at 9pm. That's just enough time to try one more thing and take the pills right on time. I need to try it. I need to know.

"Oh fuck, that's right. Do you like when I suck your cock? It's so big. You're so hard for me."

I love hearing my voice say these things. I love roleplaying. I'd be so good at sucking cock. I know all the places to hit. If time wasn't of the essence I would suck this for another twenty minutes, then stand up and slip back onto this cock for another fuck. No. . .

I need to calm down. Try to forget there's a real cock waiting downstairs for me, if I want it. No. . . I think I just want to get a drink before I change back. Yes. It's been a long weekend and I need a drink. The bardender always makes such nice ones. Maybe a fruity cocktail? Giggle!

But I will be a good girl. I just want to stay a woman just a little bit longer. That's all. So I will do that. Where's my bra?

It's a good thing we bought some clothes for me to wear. I'm going to slip my tits into this bra - they fit so well into the cups and my nipples dig into the soft padded fabric - put on some clothes, and slink downstairs for a nightcap.

Do you want to follow me and see what happens? Maybe you could look out for me. I'm super horny and I probably shouldn't make any more mistakes.

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