My name is Thomas and I’ve spent most of my fifty years on earth running scams and actual businesses alike. I was about 6’2”, with a body I kept in great shape. I was tan and had short black hair, barely licked with the grey of age. But all of that would change. I started out as jovial and trustworthy man I’m sure, sincerely trying to be the legitimate. As time wore on however, I guess I just got harder and more slippery. When I look back, I honestly can’t fathom all the failures scams I’ve gotten away with. I became synonymous with a commanding presence, and hard to approach no doubt. Don’t have to worry about employees in a grift right? Maybe it was just a midlife crisis, but it felt like every day the walls closed in further and further. I felt tired, sore and hyper aggressive. No amount of booze, hunting, women or even the odd man could calm me down for long or take away the sense of unease in my own skin. So, with nothing to lose and a new pamphlet courtesy of a friend, I booked that fated excursion. “Change your gender with just a pill? Even the queers wouldn’t buy this one.” I remember scoffing, but my friend wasn’t quick to pitch bullshit, plus he agreed that some mountain air may still be nice while I’m crafting my next plan.
The Rebis inn was a small and secluded resort in the mountains, kept hidden from the wider public eye and entertaining only select elite. Even I wasn’t allowed to know how to get there. I checked in, gave an alias and picked out the small pink pill that was promised to “Open me spiritually and physically” by the tall model of a woman that ran the front desk. I still wasn’t buying all the hype but grabbed it and went to my room. It was damn nice; I’ll tell you that. The bed was soft, and everything had a sleek angular look. The walls were bare, save a few windows overlooking the lower floors and everything seemed a luminous black and white. The bathroom had a large tub, and there was a balcony that overlooked a heated pool area below. A bit too close to the next for my taste but I wasn’t gonna complain otherwise. The air was crisp and despite the number of people I saw, all was quiet…except for the soft moans that would enter through the walls and open windows. I was warned that this was an “adults only” resort after all, so I paid no mind to the lusty noises and bangs. No, my mind was focused on that pill. The one that would open a whole new world to me.
It took some time and a few fingers of strong whisky but I worked up to it. Funny, it looked like something I’d have bought in a club bathroom, yet I still threw it back. The effects were slow, but immediately I felt hot, a feeling like electricity flowing through me. I lost my balance and felt so sick I rang the front desk for help. “Stay calm, we will send one of our specialists to assist you.” The lady sounded calm despite my breathless grunts and sounds of pain. “You fucking bitch! What is this? I’ll tear this fucking…place…do-…” I couldn’t speak more. The voice echoing back to me grew softer and lighter. The pitch grew higher, and I had to put my hand over my mouth just to check if perhaps someone else was speaking for me. After a few minutes, no one came, and things only got weirder and more intense. Time lost meaning for a bit and the world spun into darkness. When all came back into focus, I was on my bed and a tall, muscular man with blond hair and green eyes smiled over a tray of food. “Ah, you’re awake. Please, you should eat, the first change is always the most intense and you burnt quite a few calories!” His voice was kind, and somehow hypnotic. I tried to stand immediately but felt my legs give out “Where the fuck were you? I could’ve died, asshole!” That voice again? Shrill and demanding. I looked around, then focused on a mirror the resort employee gestured at.
A short Latina woman was looking back where I supposedly stood. Her breasts heavy and heaving in time with my own, her wide hips following the sways I used to test this mirage, turning to the side revealed a round and perfect fat ass that would have had me drooling had I not been utterly dumbstruck by this witchcraft. Her hair was long and flowing in pure raven curls and her large green eyes blinked in disbelief. There was a softness around her belly, but not enough to hide the tight smooth cunt between her legs…my legs. I turned to the man and snarled like an aggressive lap dog, “What the fuck is this? W-what happened to me?” The employee, used to such reactions it seemed simply advised me to breath, “Remain calm, it may take some time, but you’ll adjust. The change isn’t permanent, you are still free to wonder the grounds, and as a guest we’ll help you in any way you see fit.” He stretched out a reassuring hand to hold on shoulders while spilling the clearly rehearsed lines. Though, even I could hazard to guess that the feeling of civility washing over me was from the pill, because I wanted nothing more than to smack that practiced grin off of this guy’s face. Looking up, I sneered a bit before finally brushing the hand off and going back over to the bottle of whisky. From there, the conversation continued.
The employee, Kurt, explaining as best he could the resort rules, amenities and of course the effects of the pill. I could turn back after eight hours then choose the same pill or a different one with a different effect. Now, I lived by the old adage, “You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.” I had spun many a marketing tale, enough to see through the hardest seller. Kurt was genuine, and there was no way around it. “So then…What now? I go out and fuck the nearest heiress turned himbo? Yeah, I’m not into that.” I rolled my eyes, unconsciously crossing my legs to hide that new piece of me-or lack thereof-that felt so hot yet breezy in the room. “Of course, sir, we understand, but encourage you to go beyond your comfort zone. You said you’ve had trouble relaxing before, right?” This Kurt guy was good, clearly experienced despite seeming half my age…male me that is. This new body looked and felt twenty years younger after all. I nodded, admitting I wasn’t able to really let loose to that point. With a warm smile, Kurt continued, “Well, here we find that people as travelled as you with this same problem are able to achieve that relaxed and awakened state here, doing what you have. May I try something?” With that smile unwavering and eyes so strangely deep, I found it suddenly hard to say no.
I just nodded yes and with a gentle push from Kurt, leaned back into my seat. One of the man’s large hands pulling my legs apart to reveal that hidden flower once more. “Would you like me to refer to you as a man still? Or woman?” Kurt asked as he held my cheek like a blushing prom date. Turns out I was blushing, feeling so hot yet angry, but also calm in a strange haze that only seemed to grow with his contact. After a moment, it was like his lips moved without me, “Woman…” Kurt nodded and leaned in to plant a firm but tender kiss on my plump lips. At first, I was ready to shove him off, but the newly minted woman in me couldn’t or rather wouldn’t. It felt so indescribably natural that I just… kissed back after a moment, while Kurt let his hand trail down from my chin to one of my large tits, his thumb landing and making small circles over my sensitive nipple. That alone seemed to send small shocks throughout my entire body, making me gasp and take in Kurt’s tongue. The young employee kept moving, the other hand moving up my thigh towards that new pussy. His thumb went to work again, running those same circles around the clit bellow. With this, I audibly moaned like a freshman on prom night, my tongue began reaching out and wrapping around Kurt’s.
We stayed like that for a while, my hips fidgeting and swaying below us at the mercy of Kurt’s hand, the thumb drifting lower until he broke the passionate kiss. My hands in his hair like I was in love. We two locked eyes as Kurt asked, “Would you like more?” I could barely think as Kurt stopped with the moves, never had this old businessman felt anything so intense. The sensation was completely alien on this side of things. I swallowed hard and said, “Yeah…I guess there’s no harm in a little more.” Kurt nodded and effortlessly lifted me over to the bed. He stripped his white shirt off to reveal a flawless and well carved body. I couldn’t help how my eyes trailed down with a hunger I’d never felt before, focusing on the large shape in the man’s tightly tailored pants. Kurt noticed of course and his smirk became ever more teasing as he stepped closer and asked, “Would you like to help.” I huffed in this damn cute tone I was cursed with, “Some help you are…” That defiant and aggressive side seemed alive if lightly sedated but didn’t much stop me from working the button and fly of the taller man’s trousers. With a rough tug, I was nearly smacked with the large dick that rivaled my now former manhood. I was like a doe in headlights, wide eyed and mouth agape. It had to be a little over nine inches and a good inch or so wide, uncircumcised. The tip had not yet been peeled but a bead of pre could already be seen shining in the light. I was honestly in awe, Kurt simply smiled and ran a hand through my hair, his cock throbbing like bait. “Why don’t you try sucking the tip, hm? You do still need to eat.” The voice was soft yet with an edge almost like a commanding joke. I chuckled nervously, “Well…I don’t know…” It wasn’t clear if I was cut off by my new hormones boiling over with desire or a small covert shove from Kurt, but soon I had a mouthful of hot white cock that tasted of sweat and delicious musk.
Kurt restrained a soft moan, and I sat stunned at the new sensation in my mouth. The salty spray of pre was both gag inducing, I’ll admit I was a pretty selfish top, but something about it, the smell and feeling of a man’s cock being pushed deeply between such perfectly molded lips made me desperately curious. Especially when Kurt not so subtly angled me to view the mirror better. Looking like such a hungry slut only made my pussy burn that much more. Like an addictive new drug, I wanted more and would do anything for my dealer, so I started bobbing my head back and forth. Working every inch I could take with his closest approximation of the moves my favorite girls used on me. I swirled my tongue on the underside and focused heavily on vacuum sucking that fat tip, sliding my tongue under the foreskin to peel it and taste that oddly specific flavor underneath. Covering my top teeth with my upper lip, I started stroking what remained outside of my mouth while looking up at him to see how it was. I was drawing soft and sharp groans of pleasure from Kurt. “My…you’re pretty good at this ma’am! Nice form, and so caring.” Kurt panted as he started pushing more and more inside. The praise only made me more aggressive, filling me with this sensual desire to please like I lived for nothing else. Even in my gagging, lightly drooling haze I could tell I was getting wet. Seeing how excited I was, Kurt pulled back after a particularly rough stroke that pushed half of the mast down my velvety throat.
“W-what the hell?” I asked with a tone of angry disappointment, before being pushed to my side. Kurt was red and his eyes now shared in my hunger. “I think you’re ready for a bit more. Would you mind if I get a bit rougher?” I was lying on my back, looking up at that thick cock coated only partially with slobber. The thought, question and sight of someone standing so superior and ready to just take me like a slut made my drug addled mind fire in all directions at once. With a gulp I said, “Yeah, no problem…” Before I could finish my answer, He grabbed my throat and shoved his full length straight to the back, making me feel every inch roughly slide until I began to adjust. Reflexively I struggled. Had the roles been reversed, I would have been able to think. But in this state, I was thoughtless and at Kurt’s mercy. My vision obscured by the smooth heavy scrotum of the man now fucking my throat deep enough to slap me with them. I was more powerless than the former business shark I was would ever willingly be and I loved every second of it. You can probably see that I’m a huge slut as a woman… My throat was forced open, massaging every inch that slid past my bimbo lips. Two fingers hooking my sopping wet pussy like I were a prized catch and making her squeal around the meat log cramping my jaw. Kurt moaned and cursed quietly as he face-fucked me into a grossly slobbery mess. His large hairless balls smacking my face as he took every opportunity to bottom out. No matter how much I gagged or struggled for breath, Kurt kept moving. My toes curled and I gripped his thighs weakly, drool running down my face and matting her hair with every pass.
My tongue tried desperately to keep up and my eyes twitched and fluttered, trying to stay conscious between the sporadic breaths I could catch. Kurt’s fingers moved rapidly against a spot that only seemed to agonize my new body with earth trembling pleasure. I tried to speak, tried to protest as I felt an odd pressure well in my loins. Though this only seemed to excite Kurt more. “I-m getting close ma’am…fuck…may I Cum inside.” In return to politeness, Kurt slowed his fingers, and began to withdraw. The sweaty, overwhelmed I wasn’t sure what to think. My new body, however, knew exactly what to do. Grabbing the toned ass of this pleasure guide, I pulled with all my strength until he was once again balls deep. Sucking even harder, I kept him pinned, even as I felt myself being utterly choked to the limit on a stranger’s cock. Kurt let out a loud and manly moan of immense pleasure before lifting my hips up with the fingers still scissor-kicking inside of that virginal slit. Bending forward, his lips met my clit, and he began to decimate the last of my small resistance with his tongue. This, combined with the sudden explosion of warm and salty magma quickly overrunning my throat caused me to cum in tandem. A climax I will never forget as it redefined just what pleasure could be. Like a sprinkler I was Shooting a spray of arousal into Kurt’s face as he fed me the first of many loads to come. I dutifully forced down the only evidence of this embarrassment, sucking every drop like it would erase what happened, but I still couldn’t stop some from leaking out of the sides of my lips.
Once again, we remained connected for a few minutes as we both came down. Again, Kurt was the one to pull away as my body unseized from the rapturous orgasm that only a woman could experience. My vision had gone completely blank, and my mind seemed to be filled with the sounds of fireworks. It was a high that I could only imagine chasing for the rest of my life. When I finally released him, Kurt drew his cock free. It was caked in sperm and gooey spit, leaving me drooling long strands of residual seed as I coughed and panted. Kurt wiped his forehead then stepped away to grab towels for us both, and water for me specifically, along with a lozenge. His smile was calm again, and he delivered the tray to the dining table alongside the now cold food he had brought earlier. I was in no state to move, my legs still weak and trembling alongside the rest of my body. Kurt cleaned himself up and redressed himself, “Be sure to hydrate ma’am, and perhaps reheat the food. If you need anything else, just let us know. Though perhaps the hot springs are in order? They’ll help you recover and…loosen up.” He winked cheekily with the last bit and left quietly. Leaving me to my thoughts, which only now returned to normality.
In the immediate aftermath, I was utterly humiliated and embarrassed. Growling to myself and trying to wash his salty and masculine taste from my mouth. But no matter what I did, the look of my new face in the mirror, covered in his heavy ropes reminded me of that mind altering high. No control, all the pleasure filling every inch of my being…Maybe I can give this another try or two. As I parted my throbbing slit in the mirror, I bit my lip. “Next time…I gotta get this fucked for real.” I ate and drank voraciously and decided that maybe those springs would be a good idea after all. As I put on a provided and appropriately skimpy bikini, I caught one last look of myself in the mirror. A new me needed a new name while I was here. “Hmmm…I look like a Megan…That works.”
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