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Metamorphosis author unknown
When I woke up this morning, I felt quite strange. I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight entering through my window. I stretched my arms and felt a tightness in my chest. I brought my hands toward my crotch to scratch my balls, but when my fingers roamed the area, I could not feel anything. I then threw the covers off of my bed and was absolutely stunned to see breasts before my eyes. I was terrified. What was I doing with breasts? I'm a man for crying out loud. I couldn't believe my eyes. If the breasts were on somebody else, I would have been aroused, but I was simply scared.
I looked between my legs and only saw a mound of hair. I tried to reach again for what was not there, but I did so in futility. I realized that my penis was no longer there and was not too surprised to find that I could stick my finger inside my body. As I did this, I felt my pulse increase and my breathing become slightly heavier. I started to forget what had happened to me and began to get aroused. I moved my finger deep within the walls of my newly formed vagina. I felt a slick fluid on my fingers not too unlike pre-cum which I had become so familiar with. As I fingered myself, I knew what was happening to me. I was actually enjoying what I was doing and almost completely forgot about my missing anatomy. I continued masturbating my cunt as my fluids began to flow heavily out of my hole. And then it happened. I had my first orgasm with female organs. I was in utter ecstasy over the sensations. I could not believe how good it felt. I could feel the walls of my vagina contract around my finger. Instinct took over and I fondled my breasts, rubbing my erect nipples.
I eventually got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom, feeling a unique sensation in my chest with each step. When I reached the mirror, I looked at my face. I couldn't believe that I was actually looking at myself. I saw a woman who looked gorgeous. I brought my eyes lower and looked at my breasts, in awe over their shape, their firmness. When my eyes reached my crotch, I was still in shock to find that my penis was not hanging where it usually did. My bush was perfectly trimmed. I reached my hand toward the mound, hoping that I might feel my manhood, but I didn't. Instead, my fingers became damp as I slid them up and down my slit, still wet from my orgasm.
I walked toward the toilet and stood in front of it. Relieving my bladder, I felt a wetness dripping down my leg. I had completely forgotten that I could not pee in that manner and I quickly turned around and sat on the toilet seat. It felt incredibly strange. I felt my urine dripping out of my hole and getting my entire crotch area wet. I stood up, feeling that my crotch was wet, and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe myself. As I did, I rubbed my pussy lips slightly, feeling a slight tingling sensation.
I stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over my body, over my breasts, and down to my vagina. As I bathed in the warmth, I tried to come up with a reason why I had become a woman. I was startled when I heard the phone rang. I quickly turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist as I walked toward the phone. I noticed that my new breasts were bobbing with each step, and that's when I realized that I should wrap my towel around my chest. I picked up the phone and gave the standard reply. I was startled by the feminine voice when I said, "Hello?"
"Hello Jamie," a female voice replied. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," I answered, though I was certainly not fine. "But I don't think I know who this is."
"Yes you do," the voice said which was followed by a slightly evil laugh.
I racked my mind trying to think of all the women that I knew, but nobody I knew matched the voice on the phone.
"You'll have to help me out," I said. "I'm not sure who you are."
"How do you like your new body?" the voice asked.
I had almost completely forgotten what had happened, but I looked down at the towel wrapped around my chest and quickly remembered that I was in a new body. It was then that I had remembered what had happened and who the person on the phone was. However, I still could not believe what had happened.
I met a woman at a bar last night, and one thing led to another. I eventually ended up following her home and she brought me inside, leading me to her bedroom. I sat down on her bed while I watched her undress. She first took off her blouse, revealing very nice breasts. She then slipped off her mini-skirt to show that she was wearing a g- string.
"Do you like wearing those?" I asked.
"Wearing what?" Jennifer questioned.
"The g-string," I answered.
"Oh yes," she said. "I love the tugging of the string in the back. Would you like to try them on?"
Before I could answer, she had already walked over to the bed and unbuttoned my pants. She continued undressing me and told me to stand up. I did as she asked and she handed me her g-string. "Try them on," she said.
"Well..." I answered hesitantly. So I grabbed her g-string and stepped into them. As I pulled them up to my waist, I could feel the material in the back slide into the crack of my ass. As I looked down toward my crotch, I could see that my erect cock stretched the g-string away from my waist.
"They don't seem to fit too well," I said. However, I was actually getting slightly turned on by the tightness of the string in the crack of my ass.
"Wouldn't you like to try on my bra too?" she asked.
"I don't think they would fit too well on me," I answered, as I pointed with my eyes toward her breasts.
"Didn't you ever wonder what it would be like to have breasts?" she asked.
"Well..." I said, "sometimes."
The voice on the phone startled me as I heard again, "How do you like your new body?"
I was completely dumbfounded. I tried to come up with a logical explanation for what was happening. Maybe Jennifer had put me under some sort of hypnotic trance. Maybe this was some sort of illusion. Whatever the case, my female body certainly was convincing enough to fool me.
"What did you do to me?" I asked.
"You'll find a suitcase outside your door filled with appropriate clothes. Put something on and meet me where we met last night"
I asked again, "What did you do to me?" But before I had finished the sentence, she had hung up the phone.
I opened my front door and sure enough I found a suitcase by the doorstep. I brought it into my bedroom and opened it up to find a stack of women's clothing. I certainly couldn't go to work today, being the way that I was, so I decided to stay home and wait until tonight while I browsed through the clothes. Not knowing exactly what I should wear, I pulled out a few articles of clothing from the suitcase. I saw a g-string, so I put that on first. When I looked down at my crotch, I saw that the g-string fit me well, without any protruding penis. I found a leather mini-skirt which I put on, a bra, and a blouse. Looking for shoes, I found a pair of high heeled shoes and put those on. I took a few steps and nearly fell, twisting my ankle. After several minutes of walking though, I started to get used to them. I looked in the mirror and was surprised at what I saw. If I did not know that it was me in the mirror, I would have been drooling over the figure that I saw.
Night finally came and I decided that it was time to go to my rendez-vous. When I walked into the bar, I felt strange. It seemed as if everyone was staring at me. In fact, when I looked around, I saw men following me with their eyes. When I took a seat at the bar, a man approached me.
"If I said that you have beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" the man asked.
This somewhat disgusted me and I just shrugged my shoulders and turned away from the man. He apparently got the hint and walked away. Then I began to think about how I would act if I saw someone who looked like myself walk in. I probably would have done the same thing. I suppose that this is a good lesson for me, to teach me not to treat women as mere sex objects.
"Hey honey," the bartender said, "can I get you something to drink?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Were all men like this? Was I like this? "Hey, don't call me 'honey,'" I said. "And get me an extra dry martini."
"A martini?" the bartender questioned.
"Yes, a martini," I said again.
The bartender left and returned with my martini. As I took a sip, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and found the woman who I had been with last night.
"How do you like your body, Jamie?" Jennifer asked.
"What in the hell did you do to me?" I demanded.
"Didn't you ever want to know what it would be like to be a woman?" she asked.
"I may have wondered about it, but I certainly don't want to be a woman." I said.
"Too bad," she said. "You look gorgeous as a woman."
She then reached her hand to my knee, slowly bringing it up toward my crotch. I couldn't believe how aroused I was getting. My breathing increased and I could actually feel a slight dampness between my legs.
"Stop," I demanded.
"I just want to feel what you're wearing under this dress," she said, as she continued inching her way up to my g-string. "So you're wearing the silk g-string? Doesn't it make you feel sexy?"
"I guess so," I answered. I began to rub my legs together, something I wouldn't have done as a man, but it certainly felt great doing it.
"Come on, let's go back to my place."
"Why?" I asked. "I just want my old body back."
"You'll get it back, in due time. Now come with me."
I did as she requested and followed her out of the bar and into her car. Because her car had bucket seats, my short mini-skirt hiked up toward my waist, making my crotch quite visible. She looked at my g-string and noticed that it was a bit damp.
"Keep that moisture ready for later," she said. "I've got a big surprise for you."
"What?" I asked.
"You'll find out," she said.
I sat back in the seat, trying to forget that I was a woman. When we arrived at her house, I followed her inside and into her bedroom. On her bed lay a naked man with a rather large, erect cock. I knew what her big surprise was.
"Lie down on the bed," she commanded me.
I did as she instructed, hoping that I wouldn't have to go through what I was going to go through, but it was already too late. The man had his hands all over my breasts. I was by no means gay and was not aroused by a man touching me. The man then brought his hand toward my crotch and placed his hand underneath my skirt, rubbing my cunt through my g-string. I was still not getting aroused, for I did not particular like the idea that a man was touching me. I was then thoroughly disgusted when he began kissing me, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth. What have I done to deserve this?
"Relax," the man said.
Relax? This was disgusting. I was being forced to have sex with a man. After several minutes of kissing and getting my cunt massaged, I was brought to the edge of the bed. The man stood up and brought my legs over his shoulders. I couldn't believe what he was going to do. He then did it. He pulled my g-string to the side and stuck his cock in my cunt. Because I was not enjoying being fucked by a man, I was not at all lubricated and each thrust was followed by a moan of pain. After a while though, the disgusting thoughts were being outweighed by the sensations I was feeling. I was actually starting to enjoy the sex and each moan of pain turned into moans of pleasure as my vaginal walls became increasingly lubricated with my fluids. I took my mind off the fact that a man was sticking his cock inside of me and instead I just tried to enjoy the sensations. Soon, I found myself bringing my hand toward my crotch. I grabbed the man's cock and could feel my slick fluids all over it as he continued thrusting it in and out. I brought my hand lower, feeling my moist pussy lips. I then explored the entire area as the man continued his thrusts. I stuck my finger near the top of my pussy and felt an incredible spark as I rubbed that magical button. As I rubbed it, my fluids began to flow even more. I was getting really aroused now. I only thought about the sensations and not about the man. I then felt my vaginal walls contract around the man's penis as I experienced my first orgasm with a cock. Seconds later, I felt a warm liquid penetrating deep into my canal.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my crotch to see the man's limping cock still in my cunt. Again I became disgusted at the sight. I couldn't believe that I had just fucked a man.
"Didn't you enjoy that?" Jennifer asked.
I didn't give an answer but instead just closed my eyes and leaned my head on the pillow. I then felt warm, soft lips on my own and opened my eyes to see that Jennifer was now kissing me. This I could handle. Although this could be considered a lesbian encounter, I didn't think of it in that manner. Considering that I was a man, at least in my own mind, I enjoyed the touch of a woman. Out of reflex, I brought my hand toward my breasts and began rubbing them. "What was I doing?" I thought to myself. Was I now starting to become a woman in my mind too? I should be fondling her breasts, not mine. However, I couldn't resist. I continued rubbing my breasts, making the nipples increasingly more erect. And I felt a tingling sensation in my cunt as I became wetter and wetter. I then brought my hand to my cunt and began stroking the length of my slit. My fingers were now thoroughly soaked with my fluids, making it quite easy to penetrate my hole with four of my fingers. I pumped them in and out of my hole, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Soon, I felt it again, another orgasm. I kept myself on the edge as I brought my finger to my clit and began rubbing it. My orgasm continued to pump through my body. I had actually enjoyed fingering myself. I couldn't believe that I could have such a long orgasm.
She removed her mouth from mine and the man approached me and sat on my chest, placing his erect cock between my breasts. I eagerly stuck out my tongue and licked the tip, tasting the sweet pre- cum. I brought my head closer to his cock and put my mouth over it. My first blowjob, I couldn't believe it. I bobbed my head back and forth, circling his cock with my tongue. I nearly gagged as I felt a spurt of liquid shoot to the back of my throat, but it subsided and I swallowed it in earnest. I was actually enjoying giving head to this man. I couldn't understand it, but now I was not disgusted at the thought. Not only had my body changed, but so too was my mind changing. I had actually wanted to feel his cock in my cunt again, but his cock was much too limp for that. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock as he slowly removed it from my mouth. I then licked my lips, tasting every last bit of his semen. The man stood up and walked out of the room.
"I didn't think you were a swallower," Jennifer said.
"I don't know what came over me," I said. "What have you done to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Where's my dick?" I yelled. "What have you done with it?"
"I didn't do anything that you couldn't do, or wouldn't want to do."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Tell me, do you want to be a man again?"
"I most certainly do," I said. However, I wasn't sure now. My thoughts were not on putting my cock inside of Jennifer, but instead my thoughts shifted toward wanting a man's cock inside of me. It was not because I had a better orgasm with my female anatomy, but it was because I had a strong desire to make love to a man. I wanted him to touch my breasts. I wanted to feel his throbbing muscle deep within my vagina.
"All you had to do was say that you want to be a man," she said.
I then looked toward my crotch and to my surprise my penis appeared. I wanted to touch it, to feel if it was really there. I took off my g-string and skirt and I began to stroke my penis as it became bigger and bigger. I was enjoying the sensations. However, it was not because I wanted to come, but it was because I enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock in my hand. I enjoyed touching it with my fingers. I wanted to stroke it until it spewed its load all over my hand. I wanted to feel the thick semen between and fingers and lick them clean. I stopped stroking it and watched as it began to go limp.
Needing to pee, I rolled off of the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet and dangled my cock in front of the bowl. I put my hands on my hips and tilted my head backward. As I relieved my bladder, I felt a warmth running down my legs. I quickly looked down and saw that my legs were covered with urine and that I no longer had a penis. It was then that I knew that I had become a woman.
FIN
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