by D. L. Savage
“You definitely don’t,” Hannah agreed. “You look more like a ... a ... Jillian.”
“Alright,” I grinned, surprised at how much I liked the name, “from now on I’m Jillian and you’re ... Ryan?”
I don’t know where the name even came from, but as it sprang from my lips to my relief, she – or I guess I should say he – seemed to like it, his face breaking into a warm grin to match my own.
“Deal,” he laughed, offering out his hand and taking a few confident strides toward me.
It was only then, as he was right there in front of me, that I realized just how big he was now, how much stronger and more masculine he was – and how those things were having a strangely intoxicating effect on me, setting off that tingling throbbing sensation again between my legs …
And as I finally took Ryan’s hand to shake, registering its sheer manly size and warmth, the ache grew even stronger, my clit throbbing hard as – just for a split second – I felt my mind racing with all kinds of crazy, stupid ideas, imagining what it might be like if he kissed me, taking me in his strong muscular arms and sweeping me off my feet ...
“Okay!” I said awkwardly, quickly pulling my clammy hand out of his and taking a few steps back to safety, “I’m gonna go grab something to eat. Catch you in a bit ...”
But as I turned and headed off across the kitchen, I realized with a fresh pang of embarrassment that the oddly warm and sticky sensation between my legs was from my panties.
Damn, I thought, I must have soaked them straight through ...
* * *
We spent the rest of the day kind of avoiding each other (or at least I was avoiding him). I can’t quite put it into words, but if I said I wasn’t ‘feeling myself’, that would be a goddamn understatement.
I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn’t gay - that my brain must have been transformed, just like my body … And mostly I just spent the day in my room, fooling around on the games on my phone to distract myself, until eventually I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Come in,” I called and as it swooshed open, of course there was Ryan, looking somehow even more handsome and rugged than ever.
It was crazy how much being a guy suited him. He seemed so damn confident now, holding his brand new body with such ease and control. What’s more, my clothes looked so much better on his toned physique than they ever had done on me, yet at the same time I didn’t feel the slightest envy.
“I was just coming to check how you were feeling,” he said gently. “It’s pretty weird, right? I can understand if you’re freaking out. I definitely am.”
“Yeah, it is pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” I agreed. “You think we’ll be able to change back afterwards?”
“I hope so,” he smiled reassuringly. “And in the meantime, you know what I think we should do?”
“What?” I replied in barely more than a whisper, as I felt the air charge with electricity.
“We should make the most of this,” he replied, his eyes locking onto mine.
I felt my stomach whirl, my girly body responding despite myself, my mind flooding with unwanted thoughts – thoughts such as what it might feel like if he were to tweak my tender nipples, or if I were to take his hot hard cock in my mouth ...
“After all,” he continued, “think about it, we’re getting paid to literally do nothing. So let’s enjoy it! You wanna watch a movie or something?”
“Oh, uh ... sure,” I replied, a fresh blush rising to my face as it dawned on me that I’d been interpreting his totally innocent suggestion in a whole different light.
And as I pushed myself off my bed, I tried my best to ignore the throb of my clit and the tingling hardness of my nipples ...
* * *
As we watched the movie (which was just some stupid, predictable comedy), I could feel subtle waves of tiredness washing over me. Was it the drugs? I wondered. Or did I simply feel safe, sitting here on the couch next to Ryan, my body so small and delicate next to his broad, manly frame.
Either way, I could feel my eyes and body growing heavy all at once, and before I even knew what was happening I’d passed out for a second, my head lolling to one side so that it was resting against the firm warmth of his shoulder.
“Sorry,” I said, lurching awake again, filled with embarrassment as I pulled my head away. “I’m just really ...”
Then the exact same thing happened again. Damn!
“Here, let me help you,” he murmured, slipping to his feet and reaching out, lifting me as easily off the couch as if I were a doll.
I was too tired to even fight what was happening, despite the fact that it was kinda emasculating. But I reminded myself all over again that I was the girl now, and Ryan seemed to be doing a pretty damn good job of taking charge and being the guy.
Fuck, I even found myself weirdly enjoying the musky scent of his body, snuggling deeper into his arms as he carried me to bed, striding effortlessly through the main living space then pushing the button for my bedroom door with his shoulder, before laying me down gently on top of the sheets.
“Thank you,” I whispered, for some reason not quite wanting him to leave just yet. And in my sleepy state, just moments before I slipped away completely, I added, “Don’t leave ...”
10
The soft chimes of the alarm rose me slowly from my slumber, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Ryan’s muscular body facing away from me.
A second later I realized that somehow I was only wearing my underwear – the skimpy black Calvin Klein bra and thong set that I’d picked out yesterday …
Woah … What the hell happened last night?!
I could remember was the movie, and then a vague half-memory of Ryan carrying me to bed. But even so, I swore I was still wearing my dress ...
“Oh hey,” he said just then, turning to face me, shooting me a sleepy, handsome smile that caused my stomach to flutter despite myself.
There was no use in denying it; he was fucking gorgeous. It was like my brain had undergone the exact same change as my body, because now I totally understood why girls found guys hot. And Ryan had the rugged good looks of a model.
“I helped you take off your dress by the way,” he murmured, his face breaking into a playful grin, “in case you’re wondering why you’re only in your underwear. But that thing cost me a small fortune and I didn’t want it creased.”
“Oh, right,” I replied, feeling silly for suspecting that something had actually happened between us.
“But I have to say,” he added, arching a thick dark eyebrow, “that you have an amazing body, Jillian. Seriously, it’s fucking incredible.”
“Thank you,” I replied, unable to fight off a smile, “you’re looking pretty good yourself.”
“So,” he said, his face growing serious, his eyes locking onto mine, “this is it. The last day before we change back. Is there anything you wanna do with your new body, before it’s too late?”
I felt it again, that strange rush of tingling excitement.
But did he mean what I thought he meant?
“I don’t know,” I heard myself murmuring. “Maybe …”
It was so fucked up; if I’d been a guy and woken up with a hot chick in my bed, I wouldn’t have hesitated to make a move. But now? Now that I was the chick? I felt myself playing it coy, batting my eyelashes, holding my breath, even trembling a little, as I waited, hoping and praying for Ryan to make a move.
“I was thinking,” he said just then, his voice barely more than a whisper as he scooted closer beneath the sheets, close enough that I could feel the animal heat radiating from his skin, “that we could have a little fun ...”
I let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure as I felt his hand push between my legs, fitting perfectly into the gap between my thighs, his middle finger expertly teasing the yearning slit of my pussy.
His fingertip slid upwards and began to circle my clit while his other hand reached out and cupped my left breast, wh
ich seemed to fit perfectly in his palm. And as he thumbed my rock hard left nipple, I let out a pure girly moan, unable to stop myself as the waves of pleasure fluttered through my trembling body.
But just as I felt his right hand shift and start to slide beneath my panties, I gasped, “Wait, stop ...”
“What?” he replied, his rugged face flashing with confusion. “Am I moving too fast?”
“No, it’s not that,” I replied, my voice trembling, my stomach flashing with fire, “it’s just ...”
I nodded sheepishly to the room, trying to indicate that there were cameras everywhere – no doubt watching and recording our every move.
“But Kate said that she was the researcher on this project, right?” he grinned.
I nodded, unsure where he was going with this line of thought.
“So I think it’s safe for us to assume that it’s just her watching right now ... Am I right Kate?” he added in a voice loud enough for her to hear.
“Yes, that’s correct,” Kate’s voice came in reply through the intercom system.
“Well in that case,” he grinned, his voice once more dropping to a playful whisper and his eyes locking onto mine. “Why don’t we just think of this as a threesome.”
As he finally leant in to kiss me, his soft sensuous lips crushing against my own, I felt the last shreds of reserve melting away, replaced by pure trembling desire. And as his hands slipped urgently around me, grabbing hold of my bare buttocks and pulling me closer toward him, I moaned into his mouth as I felt the unmistakable hot hardness of his cock grinding now against my yearning pussy through my soaking wet underwear.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I’d reached down so that my hand was slipping into his boxer shorts and taking hold of his thick, hot rod. And now he was the one moaning, his tongue pushing deep into my mouth and his eyes closing in manly pleasure as I began to explore his hard throbbing shaft, my fingers stroking all the way down his thick length before cupping his smooth, swollen balls for a moment. Then I began to jack him in earnest, working his cock slow and steady, the way I would have liked my own to be stroked, back when I was still a guy.
And Ryan seemed to have the same idea, his hand confidently quickly tugging the sodden wet gusset of my thong to one side, before his fingers expertly began to tease my aching pussy until I was writhing and shuddering, his fingertips sliding first up and down my sopping wet slit, then moving to my clit, dancing around it in tantalizing circles, as he exerted just the right pressure …
“Don’t ... don’t stop,” I managed to say, as he began to pick up pace, his middle finger working my clit in a way that felt totally amazing.
And a second later I felt my whole body clench, as what felt like the most intense fucking orgasm of my life approached. I actually let out a cry of pleasure as it finally crested inside me, because holy shit! This was nothing at all like the orgasms I used to have back when I was Jacob; this thing was in a whole other stratosphere!
I felt my mind flashing white and my whole body charging with liquid heat, as wave after wave of the purest and most intense sensation flashed through me, until I barely even remembered where or who I was, flopping back spent and shuddering on the bed as I slowly returned to my senses.
But as Ryan climbed over me, making me feeling so small and girly beneath him, I quickly noticed another difference about my brand new body. Because even though I’d just come, I still wanted more.
Soon both of us were wriggling out of our underwear, and then there he was, positioning himself between my thighs, guiding himself inside me, his big dark eyes locking onto mine.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered gently, his breath warm against my face, “I’ll take it slow ...”
As he said that last word, I felt the delicious warmth of his hard cock sliding, easing inside me, like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was such an amazing sensation, I almost couldn’t stand it – the feeling of being filled, like a deep ache inside me was finally being satisfied, my pussy stretching so wide as he plundered my yearning depths – and I let out another girly involuntary moan, my skinny body writhing and yearning beneath his toned manly frame as he began to take me, shifting his hips in a slow steady rhythm, each thrust driving that thick hot hardness a little deeper inside my aching flesh.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice trembling, “harder ...”
Because now I understood something else too; the urge to be fucked, to feel a big hard cock slamming in and out of your pussy like there was no tomorrow.
And luckily this was obviously something that Ryan understood too, from back when he’d been Hannah, his eyes flashing with devious fire, a knowing smile creeping across his full sensuous lips as he did exactly as I asked, slamming his meaty cock so hard and fast into my pussy now that I began to feel a second orgasm bubbling up from my depths, rushing up inside me like a geyser.
“Oh ... fuck!” I cried out, my mind splintering white and my body once more shuddering and bucking.
I wrapped my legs and arms around him, holding on for dear life, as an even more intense orgasm than the last shuddered through me like a thunderstorm, my body spasming and my pussy clenching tight to the root of his cock hot hard cock.
But barely the moment I’d returned to my senses, I saw something change in Ryan’s expression too, his handsome face forming into a grimace as he growled, “Oh shit, I think I’m going to come, too ... Where ... Where d’you want it?”
It was a question that I’d asked chicks, but never in a million years would I have dreamed I’d be on the receiving end!
But in that moment, I knew the answer with every yearning atom of my body, and before I changed my mind I quickly shifted into position, wriggling out from underneath him and then climbing over him, pushing my face eagerly beneath the sheets and between his muscular thighs, shivering with nervous desire as I felt the musky heat of his cock and balls bathe my face.
As I wrapped my lips around the silky smoothness of his cock head, working my mouth as far down his throbbing shaft as it would go, my mouth quickly filled with the sweet taste of my own pussy.
I let out a groan of pleasure as I began to suck, working my lips up and down his shaft. But I’d only bobbed my head a few times before I felt Ryan’s muscular body stiffen beneath me, his hands taking hold of my head holding it in place while his body bucked and his cock swelled in my mouth, flooding my tongue and throat with warm salty cum.
I gulped it back, my own body still shivering with the last waves of my orgasm, not wanting this perfect moment to ever end ...
Epilogue
“Are you totally sure about this, Jacob?” Kate asked, her friendly face masked with concern.
But I nodded eagerly. Because the truth was, I’d never been more sure of anything in my life.
Back when I’d first signed up for this medical study, all I’d cared about was the money. But now? Now I’d had a taste of something way better. And I wanted to explore it further.
“It’s Jillian from now on,” I reminded her gently.
“Well, remember, Jillian,” Kate said, “we can still reverse the effects if you change your mind.”
And with that, she gave me a final warm hug as we arrived at the main exit.
“Thank you,” I replied, “for everything.”
Then I turned and made my way out into the sunny car park, where the Uber I’d called should be arriving at any moment, setting down my battered old hold-all at my feet, full of clothes that no longer fit me.
As I waited for my cab, I reached down to hike up the waistband of my sweatpants. They seemed so damn loose on me now, and I found myself idly wondering what Gary would make of his brand new female roommate.
Just then I made out the shape of a black Toyota Corolla winding down the empty road toward me, which I guessed must be my cab. But just as I was hiking my holdall back over my shoulder, I heard a familiar voice calling out behind me.
“Jillian, wait ...”
I span around, unab
le to believe what I was hearing. But sure enough there he was, racing toward me …
Ryan …
“No way,” I gasped, shaking my head. “You stayed too?”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “I thought about what you said this afternoon, what we talked about in bed … How you felt like you’d finally found out who you truly wanted to be and ... well, it got me thinking. Maybe I could start a new life, too.”
He paused, his face breaking into a nervous smile.
“Maybe we could even do it together?”
“I’d really like that,” I grinned back, throwing my arms around his broad shoulders.
And as he picked me up and spun me round right there in the carpark, I let out a whoop of pure joy.
Because in that moment it really did feel like a whole new life was beginning, for both of us ...
Mr Big
1
I held my breath, hoping for a miracle as Gerry scrolled through the selection of photos on my iPad, his fat finger smearing a trail of sugary grease from his Danish across the screen as he took his time, examining each one closely.
“Two hundred for this one,” he said eventually, tapping at the picture on the screen: some third-rate actress bending over during a workout session, her butt thrust back and a hint of whale tail poking out from her yoga pants.
“Sounds good,” I mumbled, knowing there was no use in even haggling with him over the price. After all, these pictures were nothing special, and I knew I should be grateful that Gerry was offering me any kind of money for them. What with celebrities sharing photos of themselves in candid situations all over Instagram and Twitter, my job as a paparazzi was getting harder and harder by the day, and two hundred dollars definitely wasn’t to be sniffed at.
“I’ll email the hi res copy over to you right now,” I added in what I hoped was a professional tone, praying that Gerry would be similarly speedy with his payment seeing as my rent was already a few days overdue.
