for sephi…for planting the idea in my head in the first place….~n~
She lay in her bed staring at the ceiling and pouting. She’d lost her boyfriend when she’d told him her fantasy. Not that he’d been all that psyched about the whole “coming out” about bondage and pain and all that shit, either.
It was clear the end had been approaching.
It still sucked.
Every girl has her fantasies, she knew it, and knew it well. Her girlfriends would giggle over cigs and beer when they had their monthly bar night. Cassie wanted to take it in the ass, and then get facefucked with the stinky cock. Monica wanted to have her nipples pierced, and her clit hood, so that she could wear a chain connecting all three sensitive areas. As for herself? She wanted a dick.
Oh, how the girls had errupted.
“You’re such a fucking slut. You ALWAYS want dick.” Cassie almost fell off the barstool, laughing. She was half gone; it never took more than two beers to set her off.
Monica tugged Cassie back up before she hurt herself. “Lemme git this straight,” she drawled in her deep Texas twang. “Ya’ll wanna cock. Not up your fuckhole…but instead of yer fuckhole? Like, Dude looks like a la-dee?” She bit her lower lip and played a wicked air guitar. The feather in her hair flopped into her face, and for a heartbeat she almost looked as tortured as SteveTyler.
Almost. But not.
“Yeah. I want a cock. So? This is fantasy right? I’ve always wondered what it felt like to be a guy. To feed your cock into the throat of your girl, the way she gags on it. How does it feel to have that long pee tube, to have the hot juices boil in your balls and spew out under pressure? How does it feel to have the tight ring of an asshole split apart and admit you, squeezing all the way in?”
Cassie waved her hand in front of her face. “Phew, it’s hot in here. Or maybe it’s just you.”
“What?” Ani stared at her very drunk friend.
“It’s my classic pick up line for a hot guy. If i see a bump start to grow, i know i gotta chance. That’s the bad thing about being a guy yanno…it’s hard to hide that old stick when it gets thick.”
She collapsed onto the bar in a fit of giggles. Ani sighed and shook her head. She knew it was over with her and the asshole, but she just wasn’t grooving with the girls tonight. She just wanted to go home. And jack off.
If she only had a cock.
She had no identity crisis. She loved being a girl. Loved the jiggle of her tits as she walked, the weight and heft of them. Loved the way her nipples cried when a Dom tortured them, and how the shot of lust ran right down to her clit when they were sucked or tugged.
She fully identified as a woman. She loved being fucked. Being dominated. Being used. Being loved. She loved sex.
She was insanely curious, every time she had a man’s dick between her lips, as to what, exactly, it felt like to them.
With the vanilla guys, they usually blushed and stammered a bit when she asked them how it felt, after.
‘Feels nice” was a common answer.
What the fuck was “nice”, anyway? She wanted facts, dammit!
She fell alseep, curled miserably in her bed.
She heard the sounds of a crying heart. oh dear, that can’t go on, she mused to herself. She turned her head to find out where the throbbing sound was coming from.
Ah, the southwest. She flew on. A bat swooshed past her, swooping away from a near-collision. She waved her fist at him, but otherwise gave him no mind. She and bats had an understanding…most of the time. There had been that unfortunate episode in Tuscan a few months back, but she refused to dwell on the negatives.
The heart-sobs got louder.
Finally she found the house. She landed on the ledge. A pretty young woman lay curled up on her bed, sleeping.
Sliding in through the window, she raised her little wand. She tapped it gently on the girls head.
In moments she had the entire story. How totally bizarre. In all her years as a Fairy Godmother, she had never heard the like.
Blinking, she shook her head. This new generation was just fucking weird.
Nonetheless, if she could ease the suffering of one of her charges, so be it.
“Switch you want and switch you shall…now a lad and not a gal..
As I will it so it be…make the switch when I say three…”
And on the count of one–two–three, she waved her wand and tapped the girl on the crown of her head.
“That, as they say, is that,” she said to herself. “Oh, but one more thing…you will remember what it is to be a woman, to have these things done to you…and you will only be a lad until the setting of the next sun. Use your time wisely….”
And with that, she squeezed through the window, and went out to dance with the wind.
Ani woke with the need to take a piss so intensely that she could barely believe it. Never before had the need to pee made her feel so…strange. She rose and went to the bathroom.
Her balance was off a bit. She hit her shoulder on the door jamb and rubbing it, discovered it was swollen. What the fuck? She sat to pee and yelped aloud when her testicles hit the cold seat and she nearly squashed them.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!!!” She yelped. Nature took over and a spurt of piss arched up over the seat and hit the side of the tub three feet away.
“FUCK” shouted Ani…. and quickly she pressed her penis down to point into the toilet.
What the FUCK….she had a dick! ???
She scratched her left pit, and found a thick mat of hair there. Gross! She’d just shaved her pits two days ago for fucks sake. Rising, she stepped over the urine line running across the bathroom and washed her hands in the sink.
She gave herself credit for not screaming when she saw the strange face in the mirror. Her eyes, but someone else’s mustache and beard. They were well trimmed but….she shook her head.
Her reflection matched the movement.
She still wore the silver cross that had been her mothers. She still had the tattoo over her left nipple…although it was now a dragon and not a dragonfly. And she had no tit…only a pec that was pretty impressive.
She had no fucking idea what was going on…she only hoped it wasn’t a wierd-assed dream.
She walked from the bathroom, sprawl-legged. She watched her dick wiggle and sway with every step.
She did a little shimmy of a dance, watching with delight as the new piece of flesh between her legs bobbled and bounced with her movements.
She had a cock!
Looking in the mirror, she flexed her muscles. No Mr. Universe, but not too bad.
For certain, she’d fuck him. Her. Herself. She shook her head. That sounded weird. She did fuck herself when she masturbated, but this wasn’t the same thing, not at all. She winced. Her strong jawline caught her attention.
Wow. She was hot.
She wondered for the 100th time how this had happened. She had a hazy dream-like memory of a redheaded fat fairy. But that was just a dream, right?
She caught a whiff of strong, male smell. The strong, stinky smell of man, not the strong sexy smell. Ugh.
Whipping back the shower curtain she turned on the hot water. Now, here was a dilemma. Stepping over the piss line on the floor, she opened the linen cabinet. She thought she remembered one of her ex’s leaving some guy soap here, and just shoving it under the towels rather than look at it all the time.
She hoped she hadn’t been pissy and thrown it out, that would be a damned shame. Aha! She found the tube of Axe body wash, and lobbed it into the shower. She thought about grabbing a facecloth, then shrugged. Facecloths were for chicks.
Stepping into the shower, she popped the heat up a few notches. Grabbing the body wash, she squirted it liberally, then soaped her underarms vigorously. She scrubbed at her head with the soapy hand, then down the line of her chest.
Her tiny nipples amused her and she spent some time squeezing and flicking them. They were sensitive. Not the same as her girl nipples. Those sensations rippled through her tits…the sensation here was more centered, shooting down through the crinkled flesh, and deeply into the center of her body.
Her hands stroked lower. Hands slick with soap caressed the length of her cock, tested the weight of her balls. Tried to assimilate the feelings within and without. The pleasure of having her fingers wrapped around her shaft, the various points of pleasure, the amount of pressure. She stroked a thumb over the head of her new cock, and moaned.
That felt fucking fine. She shivered, as her finger stroked along the pee slit, dipping with a bit of pressure into that sensitive hole. She felt the thickening, the pleasure and pressure of skin drawn taut. Her breath came in short pants, as she continued to explore the wonders of a cock from the other side.
The tug of her balls, the sudden tight tingle warned her, a second before the first splat of semen against the side of the shower. Like a schoolboy having his first erection, she groaned and sagged against the shower wall as silver strings of cum spurted through her testes and out her cock.
She drew ragged breaths, feeling the sensitivity along her softening flesh. Woah. What a feeling that was.
She remembered how sensitive her clit was when she came, how it was pleasure-pain to touch after cumming. This? This was way beyond that. Her clit really was like a small cock in its own way, but really? There was nothing like the real thing!
Turning off the water, ignoring the cum dripping down the side of the shower, she stepped over the piss on the floor, and grabbed the towel.
She roughly scrubbed at her head, face, shoulders. She snagged the towel around her waist, not bothering to dry the lower half. She wondered what the fuck she was gonna wear. She’d been naked in her bed. She thought there must be cast-offs in her closet, like the soap.
Looking up at the fogged mirror, she was startled to see words there.
you have until the dawning of the new day
enjoy every minute that you have
for there will never be another day
quite like today. love, fg
She sauntered into the department store, and headed for the lingerie section, as was her wont. She loved lingerie, the colors, the soft fabrics. She had been wanting a new bra, something sexy and hot. She looked at several, fingering them. That black lace one was pretty neat.
“May I help you?” The scathing tone made her turn quickly. Behind her was a behemoth of a woman, white haired, and scowling.
“Uh…Just looking…”In the nick of time she remembered she was, to all appearances, a dude. That she had the dip stick, and not the ink well. Whoopsie.
She hurried out of the lingerie department, and to the mens section, determined to find something more decent to wear than a pair of ratty gray sweats and a Homer tee shirt. She’d never been a fan of the Simpsons to begin with.
She had no idea what size her new body wore. She took three pair of jeans to the dressing room. Squirming and wiggling, she finally got into the first pair.
Too fucking tight, her balls were being crushed.
She got those fuckers off quickly, and went up two sizes. These were bearable but not comfortable. Fuck. She slid up back into the sweats and headed back out to the floor.
“May I assist you?”
The dulcet tones of a very gay man made her raise her eyes slowly from the jeans on the rack before her. Oh, wasn’t this a priceless conundrum? A gay guy was coming on to her, a handsome man, who was really a woman.
She smiled. She’d been struggling all morning to figure out who she wanted to fuck. The idea of doin’ any of her girlfriends was reprehensible. She almost wanted to do Carla, she had fantastic tits, natural, big boobies that wobbled and swayed with every move, every breath. But no. She couldn’t fuck Carla.
She thought of going to a bar, but really, she didn’t have all the guy protocols down. And despite the overnight sex change, she wasn’t into women. Though she was really, really enjoying the cock! Well, at least as long as she remembered to walk a bit like Cowboy Joe, and not like Princess Grace. She’d already wedged her nuts twice, for fucks sake.
“Yeah, you could. I’m trying to find some nice jeans. Broke-in but not hangin’, you know?”
Ah, there’s the nice fishy, take the hook, she thought.
“Nope, flyin’ solo.”
“Aah.” The clerk beamed. “Maxwell Anderson” he said, thrusting his hand out to Ani. “Please, do let me…assist.”
She took Maxwell’s hand, holding it a moment longer than was considered acceptable for straight men. Then she winked. “I’ll call you Max. That is…if you don’t mind.”
Maxwell almost fainted. His eyes rolled, his cheeks flushed, his hand grew moist. These things never happened to him. And at work? Oh gods!
“Max is fine, fine…” he almost stuttered. “Well, let’s get you fit. Follow me.”
He took up a tape measure and sashayed into the men’s dressing room. He opened a door to a fitting room, gesturing for Ani to preceed him. Ani swaggered into the room. It was very clear which of them was going to be the Top.
She lifted her tee shirt so that Max could measure her waist. She stood there before suggesting that Ani go to his knees.
The suggestion became an order as she saw the hesitancy flash for a moment.
“On your knees, slut. You know what comes next, don’t you?” She stood, hands on hips, feeling her new cock begin to stiffen. Men still turned her on, but how strange to have one at her feet. She felt his hands tugging at her sweats, felt her cock spring free as the waistband slid down to pool around her feet.
And then the incredible sensation of hot wetness as her new boi toi began to mouth her cock. Lips fluttered around the head, and she felt it swell, larger and harder. The hardness was an ache that was pleasant and sweet. She felt tension from the tenderly laved tip, to the curled toes of her feet. Her ass clenched, her eyes half-closed, she soaked in the ministrations of the mouth on her body.
So different from being eaten out. The tickle of warm breath against tongue-moistened flesh raised her nipples, the touch of warm hands against her thickening balls was a joy. He weighed each one, cupping them gently, hefting them, then smoothing his thumb along the flesh.
The thumb rose higher, stroking the underside of the base of her cock, right where it joined her belly, then the forefinger wrapped around the top.
Lips and mouth and sucking at the head, were accompanied by the tight pressure of fingers around the base. The twisting strokes were making her want to pump her hips and fuck.
“Fuuuuuck,” she moaned, as Max sucked hard, lips clamped around the ring of her cockhead. Her head dropped back, her eyes shut, as the sensations of heat and pressure built.
“Please..” her eyes opened. She looked down at Max.
“Please, fuck my throat. Be a brutal monster and just take me…”
She cupped her hand around the back of Max’s head, and grabbed a handful of hair, while pressing his head forward and onto her cock.
“You want it all, slut?”
“Get over there, with your head against the wall.”
Max scooted back so that his back and head rested against the back wall.
“Too low. Get up on your knees. It’s gonna hurt.”
Max smiled. “Yes, i…i hope so…”
She swaggered over to him, trying to be all John Wayne macho. She hoped she didn’t look ridiculous, but frankly, Max’s gaze never left off staring at the rigid shaft approaching.
Bracing her palms on the wall, and straddling him, Ani leaned against the wall and began thrusting her pelvis against his mouth.
Max’s head hit the wall.
“keep your fucking head against the fucking wall” she growled, channeling Boris, a friend at a local D/s club she went to sometimes.
“No teeth,” she warned, slapping Max across his left cheek. “Got it, slut?”
She began to understand a bit of the thrill of power that Boris had talked about, but she didn’t want to go overboard here. She wanted a fuck. One good, hard facefuck.
And then a steak. Potatoes. Yeah, she was working up an appetite here. And then sensation drowned rational thought.
Her cock throbbed, and the feeling increased as the shaft passed into Max’s mouth. His lips closed around his thickness, his tongue a warm, quivering blanket to rest upon. She felt the pull of suction as Max began his work, even as she pressed deeper into his mouth. She felt the constriction of his throat, the beginning of that dark tunnel. The pressure was intense, incredible. The heat, the suction, the feeling of Max’s lips…there was sensation everywhere along her cock. She wanted to go harder, deeper.
She pulled out, nearly all the way. Max’s tongue diddled in her pisshole, and she moaned, then, hips jolting forward, she buried her cock in his throat.
She could feel the gag.
No wonder guys liked that feeling. It squeezed along the so-sensitive tip of her cock, making it weep. She pulled back. Once more Max’s tongue dipped into her hole, but now she could feel the weeping of fluid from there. So much different than having pussy juice oozing from her twat; she could feel every bead of dew pop out from her tiny, tender cock hole.
Her hips began to hammer into Max. She developed a rhythm. If it felt good, she kept doing it, then changed it up. She was dimly aware of the snatched breath, the occasional gag, and the bite of fingernails grabbing her asscheeks and pulling her hard against a sucking, drooling mouth.
She felt that feeling in her balls again. A tightening. A pulling. A throbbing…the pressure built. She began slamming her pelvis into Max’s eager pie hole, humping his face.
“Gonnna….gonna…” she gasped.
The explosion was seismic. She felt the expression ‘boiled up from the balls’, felt the incredible pressure as her juice rose, up, and up. It was thick, and sticky and there was a lot of it. The sensation of Max’s throat working to swallow was a caress on her hot flesh, squeezing every drop from her throbbing dick.
When it was done, she leaned against the wall, gasping. She reached her hand down, patting Max’s face.
“Good slut. Clean me up, now.”
It was almost painful, those last licks and laps. When he was done, he looked with adoring eyes up at her.
“i want to be your bitch” said Max, the longing written clearly in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, slut. I am only in town today. I have to leave soon. But this…you’ve got a fine fucking mouth on you. Damned fine.” Leaning down, she kissed that mouth, tasting herself. She bit his lip, hard.
“Forget me,” she whispered in his ear.
“never,” she heard him reply, as she turned and headed out of the dressing room.
With regret, she closed the door behind her with a soft snick, and headed out of the store. She was done with clothes shopping. Fuck it.
She headed to the store for a steak and beer. She hoped she’d get a chance at that fairy godmother of hers…she had a request or two.
She scrubbed the floor of her bathroom. She had no idea what the fuck had possessed her to leave piss on the floor like that. It was such a guy thing…
She sat back on her haunches. That was unfair. She knew plenty of guys who would wipe up such a ‘spill’. Then again, she knew equally as many who would expect her to wipe it up.
This was annoying. Suddenly she was seeing things through two perspectives. She was the ‘he’ who expected her to clean up the fucking mess, and she was the she who was frustrated by cleaning up his mess, which was her mess…
….and didn’t that just lead her back into the rabbit warren?
It was 2 a.m. and her knees hurt and her pussy was soaked, and she was rubbing dry piss off the bathroom floor. Stretching up, and bending her neck from side to side, she noticed the dried flecks of semen on the shower wall.
Oh, fucking grand.
There was a bump against the bathroom window. Rising to her feet, knees aching, she stretched before going to see what hit the glass. She peered left and right. Nothing. Damned bats.
She looked down at her now-spotless floor. Of course she couldn’t just wash the pissy part. No, she had to wash the entire floor. To keep it ‘equal’. It was what she did. Arching, hand at her lower back, she closed her eyes, yawning.
It had been one hell of a day. She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t running around screaming wildly. No, she’d just gone along with it. From waking up with a dick, to face-fucking a clerk in the menswear department, to going home and grilling a steak while watching her neighbor undress…she’d taken it all in stride.
That last thing there, watching Mrs. Greanly strip for her shower, had been completely unintentional. She was a hippie and loved running around her house naked as a jaybird, as she’d told Ani in her giggly voice. Her soft, pillowy tits were nothing like Ani’s own firm round ones, and not the kind of thing she really got off on, right? Not that she disrespected her. Ani hoped she’d be as cool with her sexuality at 50. But with a cock dangling between her thighs? Those round and floppy tits were pretty fucking appealing.
Those old broads knew a thing or two about pleasing a guy.
She shook her head. No! She wasn’t a guy anymore! She pinched her nipple. Definitely not a guy.
“Something wrong, dearie?”
She shrieked, and stumbled back, arms pinwheeling as she tried to keep from falling backward into the tub. A push against the wall stopped that tumble, only to land her, ass first, into the toilet.
Seat up, of course.
She felt the cold water soaking into her jeans, and was thankful that at least she…he…she..who the fuck ever…had flushed the last time the john had been used.
She stared up at the small, round, redheaded fairy who stood on the edge of her sink, peering down at her.
“Goodness me, are you okay Ari?”
It knew her name.
“Who..who the fuck are you..”
“Tisk, such language for a little lady.”
“Well, i *wasn’t* a little lady all day today, so that may be …hey! Its you…You’re it…I….”
If this was real, and not some tortured figment of her imagination, the little creature was doubled over, laughing. Ari watched tears of mirth roll down her cheeks, drip off her chin.
“Ah, dearie me! I really needed that. And my goodness, you look cold stuck in there like that. Want a hand?”
Ari tried to struggle out of the crapper. Her hand slipped, splashing more water onto her fresh-washed floor.
The fairy godmother just watched, waiting, Ari presumed, for a reply. How dom-like.
“yes, please.” she sighed.
Yet all it took was a wave of her little wand, and Ari was up, and dry. Even the floor was spotless.
“How’d you do that?”
Her fairy godmother just winked.
“Now, onto more important topics. Why did you call me, again? Twice in one 24 hour period is quite unusual, my dear.”
“I…didn’t call you.”
“You certainly did.”
“where’s a fucking fairygodperson when you fucking need one. i’m sick of this shit, when the fuck do i get my tits back? and i need to talk about..”
Ani blinked. That was a near-perfect recitation of her private, innermost thoughts just before the change-back had happened. The little fairy even spoke in a voice that sounded just like her. Freaky.
Abashed, she lowered her eyes.
“I need to know a few things.”
“The guy…at the store?”
“Oh, that was a creative solution to that predicament. I have to admit, I didn’t see that one coming. NO pun intended.” And she dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Ani tried to not roll her eyes.
“What I mean to say is…I didn’t want to ruin him for life, pining after me and all…”
“Sweetie? At 3:22 p.m. a grandfatherly type went into that same room with him and reamed him good. Right there in his tookus. It was entertaining as hell. He is a sweet boi, but an alleycat in his sex partners. He’ll fuck anything with a cock. Worry not. He’ll remember you fondly, right up until the next cock is dangled in front of him.”
Ani hadn’t expected that either. For a moment, she was filled with annoyance. Here, she’d been worried about breaking that little male Lothario’s heart all fucking afternoon.
“Anything else? And don’t ask for the change again, because I’m not going to fuck with mother nature. She’s a right bitch when I do things like this and I really don’t feel like eating muff for the next month.”
“Um, um, no, I was happy to experiment, but I’m done with dick. Having one, I mean. I was just kind of wondering if there was someone special…you know..”
“Looking for prince charming and bibbity bobbety boo?”
Oh, this fairy had a wicked snark. Ani smiled. She kind of liked it. She nodded.
“I can’t divulge that. I’m not allowed to break into the Code of the Crystal Ball. Very strict rules there, very strict.” She had one hand on her hip, the other waving in the air in front of her, as if to ward off bad juju.
“Well, if that’s all, I’ve gotta fly. Lotta bats out there tonight. Fucking rodents with wings.”
She shivered dramatically, and tucked a loose curl back into her chignon. Her wings quivered and she rose fractionally to hover, then zipped right in front of Ani’s nose.
“Don’t miss the D/s Ball, sweetie.” With a wink, and a tap of her tiny wand on the tip of Ani’s nose, off she flew.
She bounced off the bathroom window. Turning an accusing eye towards Ani, she scowled.
“Don’t you ever open this fucking thing?”
Holding back the chuckles, Ani ducked around the madly fluttering fairy and opened the window.
She watched her fly up into the night sky. There was a flurry of pink and purple sparkles.
“Fucking bats,” Ani heard her yelp.
With a laugh, she closed the window.
She wondered what she would wear to the Ball.