Midnight Gender Swap

by Gal Horne

  I paused a moment. The sensation was getting ridiculous - almost too much to handle. I was panting and my heart was racing. I also felt little prickles of sweat on my body.

  I pulled down my pants, so that I was just in my boxer shorts. I almost pulled those down too, but I didn’t want to put Jared off. I was desperate to get closer to him, but I knew that he was slightly freaked out. I was going to have to be smart if I wanted to seduce my best friend.

  ‘Sorry I just came over all hot,’ I said. I showed him my clammy forehead. ‘I’m just so excited by this situation,’ I continued, ‘I can’t explain how wonderful everything feels. I wonder if this is how women feel like all the time. My senses are all burning - like someone cranked up my perception of everything. Like — I can smell you from here,’ I said, and took a big sniff of the air. ‘You smell kinda metallic,’ I said, ‘and there’s a subtle hint of sweat — in a nice way, it’s hard to explain, like a musky flavor.’ I pushed my hand down my boxers again. Jared was watching. I closed my eyes for a second as my fingers explored. ‘And I can smell coconut too,’ I said. I moved down to the place where the base of my cock would normally be. It wasn’t there. Instead, there was the start of something; A soft tender cleft began where my dick had started before. I moved my finger away for a second because it was such a shock.

  ‘Jared,’ I said, ‘I think that I’ve got a pussy.’

  ‘Are you serious?’

  You’d have thought that the sight of my breasts would have helped him get used to the idea that my body was changing. But I guess there was something particularly meaningful about the cock. It was like, the last bastion of my manhood. And it was gone.

  ‘Have a look,’ I said. And I slowly, as slowly as I could, slipped down my boxer shorts. Jared’s eyes widened. In fact, I’d never seen them this big before. And I was willing to bet that it wasn’t the only part of him that was getting bigger.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ‘That’s just like, one hundred percent a pussy,’ he said, gawping at my private parts.

  I glanced down. It was so strange to see the slight indentation between my legs, rather than a penis dangling down between them. Everything felt kinda…neat…down there. Like it was carefully organized, with everything tucked up inside me. So much better than having a messy old cock and balls flopping about. Although having said that, the thought of Jared’s cock and balls was not so unappealing.

  ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘I wonder what happened to my dick. I shifted a finger absentmindedly down to the top edge of the cleft again. It was such a strange sensation — like nothing else I’d ever experienced. Well, that’s not totally true. The pleasure was familiar. But even just touching the very edge of my private parts was sending waves of almost orgasmic sensation through my whole body — it was as intense as if someone had been kissing the very tip of my cock, from back when I’d been a man. I’d read that the clitoris has the highest concentration of nerve endings of any part of the human body, and I wondered whether the intensity of sensations affected the whole region. Or maybe women’s bodies in general where just more sensitive.

  ‘It feels crazy,’ I said, ‘like, amazing.’

  ‘Um,’ he said, almost stuttering, ‘you’re…you’re leaking.’

  I was worried for a second, then I looked down and saw a trail of pearlescent, sparkling liquid, oozing from the bottom of my pussy. It was almost like a trail. It reminded me of one of the first times I’d had sex, with a nineteen year old girl who’d been so wet that I almost couldn’t believe it. But this was even more extreme than that. It was like lubricant was pumping out of my body. I was surprised that I wasn’t getting thirsty, with the amount of moisture that my body had to be converting into the slippery fluid that was gushing out of it.

  ‘I think it’s OK,’ I said. I dipped my finger down into the fluid, coating my digits with it. It felt wonderful against my skin, and as I rubbed my fingertips together, they slipped over each other as though they’d been coated in liquid silk. ‘Feels slippery,’ I giggled.

  When I took the fingers that were coated in the juice from my pussy and ran them gently and slowly up the length of the tender slit, it felt like tiny fireworks were sparking inside me, soft rockets, showering my insides with warm shoots of frothing ecstasy. I let out a long, soft moan as I felt the lips of my pussy wetly parting with the width of my slim fingers. I felt every tiny feature of the lips of my pussy; the fleshy, soft quality; the elastic snappiness of them — it was like they were desperate to stretched apart by something, as though they would happily suck anything near to them deep inside.

  ‘Are you just fingering yourself?’ asked Jared.

  ‘No,’ I said, in mock indignation, while still drawing my fingers up and down my slit, ‘I’m just exploring my body. I’m just learning what it’s like to be a woman.’ Jared still had his fingers on my tits. I glanced down at his crotch again, to that turgid mound that was growing bigger and bigger by the second, ‘And it seems like you’re enjoying seeing me learn.’

  ‘I’m just curious,’ he said. He moved his hand down, stroking my smooth belly, tracing his fingers up my lean, ribbed flanks. ‘We’ve known each other so long,’ he said, ‘And I felt almost as though I couldn’t get any closer to you. But I think this is taking things to a whole new level,’ he continued. ‘Like, I know it seems like it should feel wrong, but it doesn’t. It feels natural. It feels right. It feels amazing.’

  He gripped my flank now, watching my hand toy with my cunt, watching my glistening juices coat every part of my digits.

  ‘Keep touching yourself,’ he said, ‘keep exploring. Why don’t you dip a finger in. See what the inside feels like?’

  It seemed as though Jared was as excited by the prospect as I was. I could see him starting to grin, as well as looking seriously turned on. I didn’t even have to check whether he was serious. I started to gently part the lips of my pussy harder with my finger until it started to open up. The texture of my flesh inside the mouth of my pussy was different — it was still just as silken, but it had a closer texture, and it was tight in here. It was as though my flesh had made a kind of vacuum — like it was encouraging my finger inward, as though it was sucking and sucking, like I was trying to gobble my finger up.

  And the pleasure. With every millimeter that I pushed further in, the pleasure increased. I wanted to be filled up. I knew that a finger wasn’t going to do it — I knew that I needed more. I closed my eyes and slipped another finger in. It was tight for a moment, and I thought I might not even be able to get the two fingers in at all. Jared was watching.

  ‘How does it feel?’

  ‘I can’t describe it,’ I said. I pushed and pulled with my fingers. I could feel the juice coating my fingers adding to the pleasant vacuum feeling. It really was an amazing sensation — I tried to think back to what it had felt like to have a cock — and I knew that this pussy would feel really, really good for a cock to slip into. ‘It’s just like heaven,’ I said.

  I used my thumb to feel the tiny nub at the top of my opening. The clitoris. The part of the human body with the highest concentration of pleasure-giving nerve endings. I didn’t move the little hood back, I just rubbed through it, gently manipulating the little nub underneath. It was incredible. Like someone had grabbed me and swung me through the air - a manic, out of control pleasure. This must be what it’s like to take hard drugs, I thought, as my body produced so many endorphins that I almost felt like I was gonna pass out.

  ‘I need you to touch me more,’ I panted, barely able to get the words out quick enough, ‘I want you to touch my pussy — check it — make sure it’s normal — please, just, I feel like I’m on fire — I need you to put it out.’

  ‘I don’t know, it’s just—’ but I took hold of his hand before he had a chance to finish whatever it was he was trying to say.

  ‘Shhhhh,’ I said. I moved his fingers, he resisted slightly to begin with, but he must have felt the same heat, the sam
e lust as me, because when I moved his hand onto my soft, downy pubic hair, he let out a smooth, satisfied sigh at the exact same moment I did. ‘You see,’ I continued, ‘I feel just like a woman, don’t I?’

  He nodded. He was looking straight at my tits. It felt thrilling to have a big strong man acting like a pervert around me.

  ‘Why don’t you see if my insides feel like a woman’s?’ I gently guided his fingers to the true entrance to my pussy, helping to slide his thick fingertips inside me. It felt so good to have him there. There was some secret taboo that was being broken, some filthy truth we were finally exploring together — two best friends, finally united in the passion of the flesh.

  ‘This is so fucking hot,’ he whispered. I took my hand away and let him explore me without any guidance. His fingers were skilled — he’d obviously done this many times before.

  ‘That feels so good,’ I moaned, ‘so much better than it had ever felt as a man. This is crazy good.’ I adjusted myself so that he could easily push in further. It occurred to me that it wasn’t necessarily the sexiest setting — getting fingered in the toilet. I was gonna have to find a way to take this through to the bedroom. But all thoughts of tactics and strategy emptied out of my head as he pushed harder into me, probing deeper than I’d managed to push my own fingers. He started using a beckoning motion, as though he was trying to entice someone out of my pussy, and it was as though he was stroking a second clit towards the top back of my pussy, and it was making me tingle. Then he moved his thumb over my clit. I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

  ‘Fuck,’ he said, to my surprise, ‘a lot of pussy juice just came out of you.’ Maybe this was my moment.

  ‘Maybe I should just clean that up and we can head out to the bedroom? As sexy as this is, I thought it might be slightly more comfortable to carry on in a nice, soft bed. You know, instead of on a hard lavatory.’

  He grinned, then, to my dismay, seemed to remember what was going on. His grin disappeared.

  ‘Just how much further are you thinking of taking it?’

  ‘Well,’ I said, widening my eyes again, ‘I was hoping that maybe we could go all the way.’

  His face was blank for a moment. Had I pushed it too far? Was this whole thing just too weird for my best friend to go along with?

  ‘I guess we’ve gone this far,’ he finally said. I looked down at the bulge in his pants. I was desperate to find out just what my best friend was packing down there. Seems like maybe I’d get my chance.

  ‘Just give me a moment,’ I said. I had something special planned.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  I’d bought the cuffs and straps a couple months ago. There had been this girl I’d been fairly confident that I was gonna bone. She was wild, you know — heavy eyeliner, lots of tattoos. She’d been implying that she was into some pretty extreme stuff, bedroom-wise. Now, I didn’t have so much experience in that department, so I thought I’d get some basic equipment to at least become a little familiar.

  It says a lot about me that I was embarrassed and freaked out just to be in a sex shop. I felt like a bashful little kid. It hadn’t helped that the attendant was super-hot. Eventually I’d plucked up the courage to buy a simple set of fluffy pink handcuffs and some ‘tasteful’ leather straps.

  ‘It’s so sexy to be tied up,’ said the shopkeeper. I found it impossible to take my eyes of her moist red lips, ‘have you ever tried it? I’m guessing that you’re the sub?’ she asked. I didn’t even know what a sub was, so I’d just said, ‘Yep,’ dumbly and shuffled out of there.

  Unfortunately, (or fortunately, I guess) me and the girl stopped dating before I had the chance to surprise and delight her with my sex toys.

  All that stuff seemed like it had taken place years ago now. As I stripped completely naked in my bedroom, in my brand new body, I almost couldn’t remember what it had felt like to be a man. I think I’d been more stupid as a man. I mean, that’s not saying a huge amount, as I’d been pretty damn dumb. Also, now that I was a woman, I kinda realized why I was having such bad luck with women.

  I’d been trying so fuckin’ hard. It must have reeked of desperation. I tried to think what I’d look for in a man now. Confidence. A sense of humor. But mostly confidence. The confidence to be himself. And that’s exactly what I hadn’t had, when I’d been a man. But now I was a girl — there was no-one I’d rather be.

  I had a look at myself in the full-length mirror in my closet. I’d not been prepared for quite how fucking extreme I looked. In fact, if anything, I looked even hotter than the female version of me had looked in the moon mirror — there was something real about the way I looked now, something undeniably female. I had a soft face with high, delicate cheekbones. They made me look elegant, dignified. The soft features I’d had as a man had been emphasized to the max by my transformation. My eyes, which had previously seemed almost bulbous, too large for a small head, now fit perfectly with the rest of my features. There was a harmony to my looks that actually made me feel good about the way I looked for the first time in my life.

  Now that I noticed, my left eye was just ever so slightly larger than my right. It had been like that when I was a man, but now I was female, it actually kinda looked nice. Like, the slight asymmetry made me look interesting — not freakish. My eyes were blue, but the color had changed from the male blue it had been. There was a hint of green to them now, and they were definitely lighter in hue than they’d been before. Overall, they looked brighter, more piercing than they had done. It felt as though my nose had straightened out a little — and my lips were plumper than they’d been before.

  Damnit, I better get ready. Jared would be in any second now. I wanted to look as alluring as possible for him. I took the last remnants of my clothes off (embarrassingly, I had still been wearing a pair of socks) and crawled onto the bed. I put the pink fluffy handcuffs round my slim wrists, and clicked the other side of each manacle to the bed posts.

  I just realized that this was potentially a really dumb move. Like, if he never came in, I was gonna have to wrench myself free from here somehow. But hopefully he’d be in to it…

  Just as I was starting to worry, I heard the click of the bedroom door. Jared pushed it open and stepped in. But I had not been ready for the fact that he would be totally naked. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. He looked incredible. I’d seen Jared with his shirt off before, sure — but this was something else. He looked different now that I was a woman. It was like I was seeing him in high definition for the first time or something. I know that sounds dumb, but it’s the best way to describe it. Like, all of the rippling muscles of his body were right there, popping in my vision — easy to pick out. I could see the twist and wrench of his external obliques — the solid hardness of his abdominals, like little rocks at the base of his tummy. I could see the shiny length of all the muscles of his arms and legs.

  But obviously, the thing I found myself concentrating on was not a muscle.

  His cock hung down low and thick beneath his torso. It was so big it was almost threatening. Would it even be possible to jam that thing into my tiny little snatch? Was it going to rip me apart — or would I stretch to accommodate its girth. When I’d been a guy, I’d never really appreciated just how beautiful a cock could be. The way this hung there, with just enough weight to move gently as he walked across the room, with thick veins traced underneath the skin, darker in hue than the rest of his body — it just looked magnificent.

  ‘Well,’ he said, his voice alluringly low and loud, ‘it seems as though this new young lady managed to get herself all tangled up in the bedroom.’ He padded forward toward me, until he was at the end of the bed. I writhed a little in the cuffs, struggling slightly.

  ‘I got stuck, Mister,’ I said, in a little high-pitched, girlie voice. It was incredible that this persona had been hiding inside me all this time. I wondered for a moment whether all the staff at the carnival somehow knew this was g
oing to happen to me. Maybe they’d planned it. They’d wanted to see a big, butch guy transform into a woman. Well, their plan had come to fruition.

  ‘Well, I’ll be pleased to let you go,’ he answered, ‘once I’ve had a little bit of fun with you. Does that sound fair?’

  I nodded.

  ‘Maybe you could help me,’ I said,’I’m hungry. I’ve not been able to eat. I want something in my mouth. I need something big and pink. Something meaty.’ I could feel my pussy opening up as I spoke, as I turned myself on more and more, ‘Can you think of anything at all you could push between my lips?’ I watched as his cock started to twitch, to flex, to fill thickly with blood. He was getting more and more turned on - and I liked what I saw.

  He looked down at his groin - thickly covered in tightly coiled black hair - and grasped his thick member with a large hand.

  ‘You could have a taste of this, I suppose,’ he said. He hopped up onto the bed, and straddled me like a cowboy astride a horse. His cock and balls rested on my stomach. He reached down and traced his fingers over my shoulders, then moved them over my clavicle. I felt my body tremble at his light touch, so much more delicate than it had any right to be. He lay his dick out so that it pointed straight up between my tits, lying like a fat snake, and as he touched the lower edge of my tits, his cock grew longer and longer, until its tip was right in front of my tiny red mouth. I could smell it now — a musky, distinct smell — almost astringent, savory but very pleasant, intoxicating, like the vapor from a well-edged Bourbon.

  ‘Just a bit further up,’ I said. He grabbed my tits, and squeezed them together, making a flesh channel which he fucked with his cock. I watched his foreskin slip back and forth, revealing the shiny purplish tip of his weapon. Him fucking my huge titties was getting me so god-damn wet — I was desperate to slip a finger into myself, and for a moment I forgot I was strapped down and I struggled against my bindings. I clenched my teeth together in the agony of pleasure and looked down again to see his cock, even longer now, pushing against the shining cherry color of my little lips.