Man to Woman

by Jane Futa

  I found drawing after drawing of the flower I’d seen in the woods. The photographs were just as powerful and confirming. This was indeed the same flower. It was too unique. I’d never seen it before. It only grows a new bud once every ten years. I couldn’t believe it was still able to grow at all.

  Apparently, Professor Dubois had taught at my university specifically to study the flower. How he’d heard of it before visiting, I didn’t know. I flipped from page to page until one about its magical effects caught my eye. If he’d written about it as a myth, maybe he’d still be revered as a good professor, but he didn’t. He wrote about this flower as if he knew of its power first-hand. He didn’t explain, but his language confirmed his belief in it.

  There was a recipe for a tea that should be made from the dried petals of the flower. He emphasized that there was a small window of time after picking it that it would retain its mystical properties. I looked quickly at my phone and saw that my window was closing fast. I looked around the library again. When I saw I was still alone, I silently tore the recipe from the book.

  I folded the sheet of paper up and slid it in my pocket. My nerves were on end. My head was spinning. Did I really believe in this? Or did curiosity just have the better of me?

  There wasn’t much time to ponder my intentions. If I wanted to make the tea, I needed to rush back to the dorm and hope my roommate Devon wasn’t there.

  I walked quickly out of the library and sprinted back to my dorm. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that I was alone in my room. I put a sock on the door handle so I wouldn’t be disturbed and hurried about the room, making the tea.

  I pulled the cup from the microwave and smelled it. It was sweet and foul simultaneously. I let it cool for a moment and then thought about my deepest desire.

  “I want to make the pros, be rich, and have women swoon over me,” I thought. I pulled the warm cup to my lips and took my first sip.

  I had to choke it down. It tasted disgusting. This better be worth it, I thought. I downed the rest of the cup in one chug to get it over with. Then I slammed the mug on my desk.

  “Blech,” I sputtered with a shiver down my spine. I felt a wave of fatigue sweep over me and I broke out in a light sweat. I laid down in my bed and fell asleep instantly.

  Chapter 3

  The next morning I woke up in a daze. I felt unlike myself, but I wasn’t sure why. The light coming in through the window seemed richer. The sheets around my body felt strange. I opened my eyes and saw Devon come into the room. Did he stay out all night?

  “Oh, sorry,” he said with flushed cheeks. “I didn’t realize someone was still in here.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked. But it wasn’t my voice that asked the question. It was higher pitched and bouncier. I tried clearing my throat. I shifted in my bed and sat up, suddenly feeling a strange weight on my chest. I looked down to investigate and saw two large and exposed breasts hanging down.

  “Oh my god!” I cried, covering them quickly with my hands to hide them from Devon. Certainly he’d noticed. Certainly he was about to make fun of me.

  “It’s alright. I just need to grab my books. I promise I didn’t see anything.” He looked at me one more time with a sneaky smile, grabbed his books, then left.

  He was calmer than I’d expected, but I was freaking out. I threw the covers from my body and shrieked in horror.

  “Where is my cock?”

  “Where are my football muscles?”

  The only thing I saw when I looked down was a long, slender pair of legs, a taut stomach, and a large pair of breasts.

  I reached my hand down to investigate, but fear swept over me. I must be hallucinating, I told myself. That tea just made me a little crazy. I’ll just go to the nurse and get help. I’m seeing things.

  But despite the panic, I was curious. I slid a hand between my new thighs and dragged my fingers up to my crotch. I was overwhelmed with new sensations. I had strange electricity pulsing through my body. My head flushed with heat. I laid back down, overcome by the strange euphoria.

  It was different than having a cock. It was sensual and torturous. I slid a finger along the new slit and discovered I was…wet.

  “How can this be?” I wondered aloud. I carefully inserted a finger and felt all the gentle ripples of what usually gripped my cock when I was fucking cheerleaders. I had an instinct and sudden urge to touch just above my slit…where the clit would be.

  I bit my lower lip. My heart raced with panic as I explored. I felt slightly disconnected. How could this be me? When my slick fingertip came in contact with my clit, I felt waves of ecstasy roll over me.

  “Oh!” I cried. I reached a hand up for one of my new breasts and massaged it. I pinched the nipple and was shocked to find how interconnected it was with my clit. It felt as if an electric string ran between my cunt and nipples. I plucked at my skin and circled my clit.

  Then I felt the wet slit pulsing and aching. I would soon find out that it was building into orgasm. I felt my body tense and seize up. Then, as if breathing a sigh of relief through every limb of my body, the most euphoric sensation erupted.

  It seemed to last forever. Yet, when I started to come down, I felt a tinge of disappointment. How could an orgasm feel this good? I collapsed onto my bed, dragging my fingers along my naked body and catching my breath.

  I reached my hands by my face and began exploring my feminine features. I had a slender nose, cheekbones, and full lips. I let my fingers travel further, until they were laced through locks of hair. I pulled the strands around to my face and saw dark, chestnut hair similar to the cheerleader I’d most recently fucked.

  I suddenly realized what was happening. This color is the exact color of her hair. I had noticed it because I desired it, not because I wanted to fuck her, but because I wanted to be her.

  I felt lightheaded. Is this really my deepest desire? To become a woman? My mind raced back to the memories of wearing delicate panties. Now I wouldn’t have a cock in the way.

  I couldn’t quite grasp my new reality. Certainly I was hallucinating. This couldn’t be real. I tossed the sheets from my body and ran to the full-length mirror that hung on our shared closet door.

  What I saw before me was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. If I’d seen this woman under different circumstances, I might’ve given up my player attitude for her. I had curves. I had long, flowing hair. I had big blue eyes that sparkled. I had the kind of mouth that was perfect for sucking a cock.

  I walked closer. I could feel my body shaking as I approached my reflection. I lifted my fingers to my lips and slowly slid them inside. Even my tongue was slightly different. I turned myself on watching my lips wrap around my fingers. I slid them in and out slowly.

  I quickly sat on the floor and spread my legs. I looked at my new wet, swollen pussy in the mirror. It was beautiful. It looked like the kind of pussy I would’ve creamed my pants just looking at. I slid a finger inside and pulled it out. I cocked my head as I witnessed a string of wetness bridge the gap between finger and pussy.

  What am I going to do about clothes? I suddenly wondered. What am I going to do about my life?

  I knew I had to get dressed before I could attempt anything else. I threw on my guy clothes and a baseball cap. Then I rushed to my car and drove to the nearest mall.

  Chapter 4

  Without a supporting bra, my new tits bounced around as I jogged to my car. I caught a few guys staring at me as I ran. They were obviously checking out my swaying tits. It was only further confirmation that I might really be trapped in a woman’s body.

  I arrived at the mall and searched for the nearest lingerie store. I knew the first thing I needed was a good bra. I was instantly overwhelmed by the choices in shapes, patterns, and colors. I decided on a pink lace bra and panty set, in honor of the pink flower.

  I headed to the dressing room only to be stopped by an associate. “You can’t take panties in there,” she informed me. “And no offense,
but that bra is not the right size for you.”

  Size? I didn’t even consider size! She pulled out a long measuring tape and told me to lift my arms. Then she wrapped it around the circumference of my ribcage and breasts in a few different places.

  “You want a 36D,” she said. “Wait here.” I was still stunned by how turned on I was when the measuring tape had grazed my nipples. When will this sex drive calm down? As far as I knew, other girls weren’t this ready to go all of the time.

  The associate returned with a bra in the proper size and showed me to a dressing room. She held the panties until I was finished. I took off my t-shirt and stared at my breasts again in the reflection. I exhaled and slid the bra on. I adjusted my new tits inside the pink cups. I struggled with the clasp a few times. I’d never had to put a bra on before.

  When it was finally on, a smile crossed my pouty lips. I was fucking hot! I fluffed my hair up and pushed my tits together. I was falling in love with my new body, but I still wasn’t sure how I was going to handle the rest of my life with it. I knew I had to find a way back into my old flesh. The thought, however, made me feel a little strange and sad.

  I shrugged it off, pulled the tag from the bra, and tossed my t-shirt on over it. I left the dressing room, picked out a few more sets, and gawked when I spent hundreds on a few pairs of underwear.

  Holy shit this stuff is expensive! I moved onto the next store to look for a complete outfit. Again, I was overwhelmed by the choices.

  I found a perfect black dress. It had thick straps and a low cut. It was fitted tightly to my body, showcasing my sexy new curves. I smiled at the way my new cleavage attempted to spill out of it. I turned around and shook my hips, watching the dress slide up my thighs slowly.

  This feels so good. It feels so right. I knew I’d have to undo it at some point, somehow. But for now at least, I was having fun.

  I bought the dress and a matching pair of heels. Tall, strappy heels. That’s when I realized how narrow and dainty my feet were. It took a few minutes to find my balance on the heels, but I quickly adjusted to the feeling of delicate, beautiful works of art on my feet.

  As I headed for the exit, I was stopped by a lady at the makeup counter in the middle of the department store.

  “Ma’am! Could I give you a free make-over?” she called from behind me.

  I stopped in my tracks, felt my lips curl into a smile, and turned quickly on my heel. “Sure,” I told her. I sat down at a vanity mirror and watched her pull out dozens of products. She must’ve put about twenty different things on my face, but by the end of it, I was hotter than ever.

  I bought everything she tried on me, and then I left. As I headed for my car I heard a guy whistle at me from the sidewalk. I blushed and then felt my brand new panties getting wet.

  Chapter 5

  Once I left the mall, the first place I decided to go was back to the library. I had to see if that book had any kind of antidote to my situation. I found the dark, dusty corner from the night before and flipped furiously through the pages.

  The heels were starting to hurt my feet, so I slid out of them for a moment. I frowned when I found the page that I was looking for.

  The only way to undo its magic is to take the flower again with a genuine desire to go back to the way things were.

  “Fuck!” I cried out and slammed the book shut. I didn’t think I wanted this in the first place, how do I know when I don’t want it anymore?

  But as I looked down at my long slender legs, I realized that moment wasn’t going to come anytime soon. I was enjoying being a woman too much. I sighed. Maybe I’ll get bored and then want to change. I was worried, though. What if the flower was no longer there when I needed to change back?

  I walked toward the end of the column, prepared to head out in defeat, when I bumped into the cheerleader from the day before.

  “Oh, excuse me,” she said. She was flustered and tucked her chestnut hair behind her ear, avoiding my gaze.

  I caught her stealing glances at my new, hot body and wondered what she was thinking. “It’s okay,” I said, still surprised by the sound of honey spilling from my lips.

  She brought her eyes up to mine and I realized she was looking at me the same way she had looked at me during the picnic. Is she bisexual? I wondered.

  The two of us just stood there in awkward silence. “What are you doing back here?” I wondered aloud. Nobody comes back here. That’s why these books are put away in this dark corner.

  “Oh, um. Nothing. Looking for a book about a flower.”

  “The Lotus Orchid?”

  Her eyes widened. “Yes. Exactly.”

  “There’s a page missing from it. Just thought you should know,” I confessed as I thought about the tea recipe I’d stolen from it.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  Then, without thinking, I leaned in and pushed my feminine lips to hers. Once I’d realized the bold move I’d made, I expected her to pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me and slid her tongue into my mouth.

  She felt different now. Kissing her was still hot, but it had changed. The feeling of our lips and tongues together was different. It was softer and gentler even though we kissed with full force.

  I grabbed her waist in my hands and pulled her close to me. I felt our breasts touch and my nipples hardened instantly. She bit my lower lip and tugged at the straps of my dress.

  Are we really doing this? Are we really going to have hot, lesbian sex in the back of a library?

  That’s exactly what we were going to do. She pulled my dress until it was down to my waist. She eyed my purple bra with delight. She licked her lips and then kissed my neck.

  I lifted her t-shirt above her head and tossed it to the floor. I unfastened her bra and she unclasped mine. She took my breasts in her hands and sucked on my nipples.

  It was the most incredible feeling in the world. I arched my neck and threw my head back as I gasped. She flicked her tongue across my new nipples. She ran a hand between my thighs and slid it up underneath the skirt of my dress.

  She felt how wet I was and smiled. She laid me down on the floor of the library. She lifted the skirt of my dress to my hips and slowly tugged my panties down. I had no idea she had this kind of dominance in her. I had been the one to take control the day before.

  She moved her head between my legs and stuck out her tongue. I lifted my hands above my head and moaned. I felt her slide her tongue along my new, wet slit. It was even better than when I had touched myself in my dorm room. I couldn’t believe how quick I might come.

  I felt that familiar eruption. My body shook with ecstasy and I released myself onto her face. She smiled, lifted her head and looked at me. She wiped her lips and said, “You come fast, don’t you?”

  “I only recently lost my virginity,” I confessed while blushing. In a way, I had just recently lost it. To this body, anyway.

  “Well?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “You going to return the favor, or what?”

  I hadn’t really thought about it. I’d eaten a girl out before, but only as a guy. What would it feel like with my new body? With my new mouth? My new tongue?

  I sat up and leaned her back. I unfastened her jeans and tug them down. I pulled her sneakers off so that I could remove every article of clothing left. “Do you think we’ll get caught?” I wondered aloud.

  “Maybe. Isn’t it exciting?” she asked. I couldn’t believe how wilder she was when she thought she was with a woman. I slid between her thighs and felt my nipples graze the cool floor. I moaned inches away from her wet pussy and she twitched as my breath rolled across her skin.

  I stuck out my tongue and slid it inside her tight hole. I had a brand new appreciation for female anatomy. I knew exactly what felt good now. I knew exactly how to please her.

  I slid my tongue up to her clit and circled. She arched her back and moaned. I reached my hands up and played with her breasts. I rolled her nipples in my fingers and she nearly sc
reamed.

  I slid a finger slowly inside her hole while I teased her clit. She rocked her hips back and forth against the cool floor. Her folds opened up more and more for me. Her slick pool spilled onto my tongue. I licked up every single drop.

  She pushed me away and said, “I want to ride your face.”

  I nodded with wide eyes. She really is wild, I thought. I leaned back on the floor and watched her straddle my face. I opened my mouth and she lowered her wet cunt to it. She held onto the bookshelves for support. I had a slight fear that she’d pull them down on top of us.

  She rocked back and forth, moaning as she tried to come on my face. I watched her small tits bounce as she moved above me. I reached up with one hand and cupped them. I kept my other hand on her hip. She moved faster and moaned louder. I knew she was about to explode.

  Her cheeks reddened and her hair grew wilder. I tweaked her nipples until I heard a shrill squeak escape her. She flexed every muscle. Her legs began to quiver. She let out the loudest moan I’d ever heard. I felt her pussy throb against my tongue as she came and I couldn’t help but smile.

  She climbed off of me and quickly grabbed her clothes. “There’s only a matter of time before someone comes to investigate. Get dressed,” she warned.

  I dressed myself as quickly as possible but I was slower than her. I still felt a little awkward in my new body. Just then, a library worker turned the corner.

  “Okay guys, break it up,” she said while rolling her eyes. I smiled at Nina and we both quickly left the library.

  “I have to get to class,” she said. “My name’s Nina. See you around?”

  “Uh, yeah. My name is Lyla,” I said quickly.

  “Nice to meet you Lyla. There’s a party tonight if you want to come…”

  I knew which party she was talking about. It was a jock party. I was no longer a jock, but they never turned down hot girls. Nina gave me the familiar details and I thanked her.