by Tina Majors
It was at this point that they began to pass me around, each one taking a turn on me. I could barely speak, Flax had – of course – made me cum an absolutely titanic orgasm and by now I was just a total sex doll for these men. I was still making noises, but it was more zombie like.
Some of the men just before they came would pull out and walk over to my face and cum into my mouth or on my hair on my forehead. There were so many cheers, grunts, slaps to my tits and grabs on my ass.
I was being used, there was no other way of saying it.
Finally, each and every man had had his satisfaction. They said thank you to me, which was nice, and Flax waited until the end and I was really happy when he said what he said.
“You, you are just perfect. A perfect dirty little cock craving servant,” Flax said.
“Thank you, sir,” I said, dazed, on autopilot, totally in awe of this God.
I watched as he turned around and pulled up his pants, his strong buttocks and absolute sight of majesty.
Flax turned his head round and told me that next time we would have a one on one session and I would be getting my face and tongue acquainted with his big, strong black ass.
In response to this, I smiled, and said I hoped so.
**
After the men had gone, Jennifer helped me off the sofa and sat down next to me.
“So, it’s pretty incredible right?” She said.
“Yes, Jennifer, incredible,” I said, still dazed.
“Well, how about we make this a regular thing?” She asked.
“I would love to,” I replied. “But, how will I know what to do, how best to please all the different kinds of men?”
Jennifer smiled, laughing a little at my naivety.
“Oh, slutty bimbos like you, just know what to do,” She replied. “It will all come naturally. You’ll be swallowing a huge monster cock in your mouth, wanking off a dick in each hand, while having another one stuffed into your ass. You’ll walk like you want every man to notice you, your sexy, juicy body alerting any man in the sight that you are ready to be their cock crazy bimbo cumdump. It will seem as if it is the most normal thing in the world you see. This is what your new life is, if that is what you want?”
Jennifer stopped talking and looked at me expectantly.
I think you all know what I said… and you know what? I think I’ll be writing a lot more about my adventures with Jennifer, RARE TRANSFORMATIONS, and my incredible new life as a body swapped, feminized, cock addicted slut.
TRANSFORMATION AIRLINES!
A Tina Majors REMIX!
FEMINIZATION GENDER TRANSFORMATION
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
I sat down at my table and opened up the holiday purchase app on my Samsung tablet (a cheeky purchase I had made one bored Wednesday afternoon at work to break the seemingly never ending tedium).
I felt impulsive and had done since waking up that morning and putting on odd socks; and when I say odd socks, I mean each sock was totally unrelated in terms of not just colour, but material, style and length too.
Outrageous.
This wasn’t normal for me, usually I liked to plan everything out and stick to set routines. I certainly wasn’t the kind to deviate from the ordered and colour coordinated roll of socks I had in my drawer.
Well, the odd socks were the beginning of a day of impulse that saw me try a new style of coffee at work, leave early from work, and even take a different cycle route that while no shorter or longer involved more downhill segments but also more uphill – quite the contrast from my normal flat ground route.
So as you can kinda see, this day had been different for me in ways that while not exactly revolutionary on a grand scale, where quite a big deal from my own perspective based on historical patterns of behaviour.
I couldn’t quite place what it was that was driving all this, perhaps I was well and truly bored of my day to day life at this point and this was my way of letting it all hang out so to speak.
It’s not as if I was having a breakdown like Michael Douglas in that movie, I forget what it was called, but it starred him and he was having a kind of really bad day where he seemed to be breaking down and his life was falling down around him as he went and got himself worked up and involved in situations that escalated from the mildly difficult to out and out serious violence.
I think the movie may actually have been called Breakdown?
Anyway, I am sure you get where I am going with this.
Essentially I was fine, but on some level something was up.
As I feverishly scrolled and switched screens on the holiday app, I began to wonder what kind of budget I should set, whether I was after hot or cold weather, activities or lazing by the beach or poolside, and also what duration I was looking at – brief city break or three week resort chill and relax?
So many options were presenting themselves to me, I felt a little overwhelmed and had to walk over to the tall fridge and take out and then crack open a can of my favourite lager, a Dutch marque that fizzed and whistled in my mouth with hints of cinnamon.
Perhaps that sounds absolutely revolting, but truthfully it was a top can that I found myself returning to often.
Maybe too often.
The only issue was that I had to import it as it wasn’t really stocked in any local stores, and certainly not in the larger supermarkets.
So, yeah, you could say I made the effort to get it.
Taking the can and making a long swig, I sat back down at my table and noticed a few scratches that I hadn’t noticed before.
Hey hoo, shit happens, I thought, the cold calm of the lager clearly having taken full effect and loosened my worldview quickly and effectively.
I wondered whether I relied too much on alcohol.
I mean, should I really be enjoying it so much?
Why was it the case that I mentally associated alcohol with relaxation?
I mean I know everyone likes a tipple (unless of course you are tea total) but I had a nagging feeling that I was enjoying it too much or rather it was a case that I wanted to taste it a little too much.
No big deal really though, just something to keep in my mind and work on.
Perhaps there were other ways of relaxing though?
Hey, maybe I could take up meditation, chill to the zen vibe of Buddha or something like that. Or if not Buddhist meditation maybe I could take up star gazing, because I do actually recall I read an article relating to how incredibly peaceful it was to stare up at the sky and ponder the great unponderables of life and the cosmos.
Was there anything I could do that would better, or even equal, the refreshment of a cold beer though? Well, I guess I would keep on searching and see what developed going forwards.
Well, anyway, back to my holiday search.
I was determined to get it sorted, to put something clear in the diary. You know that feeling when you just know you need to follow your heart in the heat of the situation? Well I certainly knew that at this moment that I needed a blinking good break away.
I swiped through picture after picture, deal after deal, country after country, in truth they all looked great and just what I needed in this moment of my life. I made the decision to be a bit more generous with my purse strings and allow myself to go beyond my normal frugal budget.
Look I’m not saying I usually shop at pure bargain basement levels exactly but I certainly don’t splash out for five star accommodation when there is a better deal on the table somewhere else. And actually who says that top of the range air conditioning is essential when a bog standard fan system will suffice and do basically the same job?
But this was different, I was determined to make a holiday that I would remember for the rest of my life, and little did I know at that particular moment that I would be – if not quite in the way that I could have possibly have imagined.
I got u
p from the table and took a quick pace around my apartment and walked up to the window and looked out. There was a little rain falling and the sky was grey. I could hear the sound of car horns tooting and beeping angrily as they jostled for position in their respective traffic lanes.
Well, this wasn’t inspiring me in the slightest.
If anything it was driving my desire to take a much needed holiday and change of scenery.
Well, what a strange day.
Such poor weather in a funny way acting as inspiration to seek a new location, albeit temporarily and with a fixed date of return. I had decided, this simply must happen and I was not going to hesitate in making it ready set go this very evening.
I walked over to my coffee machine and made a nice latte and drank it with a couple of biscuits on the side. You can’t beat comfort on a cold and drizzly day.
Well, I say that because there is one way.
You stop waffling on and get to sorting your dream holiday.
I sat down at my table and opened up the holiday purchase app on my Samsung tablet. I felt impulsive and had done since waking up that morning and putting on odd socks on. This wasn’t normal for me, usually I liked to plan everything out and stick to set routines. I certainly wasn’t the kind to deviate from the ordered and colour coordinated roll of socks I had in my drawer.
Well, the odd socks were the beginning of a day of impulse that saw me try a new style of coffee at work, leave early from work, and even take a different cycle route that while no shorter or longer involved more downhill segments but also more uphill – quite the contrast from my normal flat ground route.
So you can kinda see, this day had been different for me.
I couldn’t quite place what it was that was driving all this, perhaps I was well and truly bored of my day to day life at this point and this was my way of letting it all hang out so to speak. As I feverishly scrolled and switched screens on the holiday app, I began to wonder what kind of budget I should set, whether I was after hot or cold weather, activities or lazing by the beach or poolside, and also what duration I was looking at – brief city break or three week resort chill and relax?
So many options were presenting themselves to me, I felt a little overwhelmed and had to walk over to the tall fridge and take out and then crack open a can of my favourite lager.
Taking the can and making a long swig, I sat back down at my table and noticed a few scratches that I hadn’t noticed before.
Hey hoo, shit happens, I thought, the cold calm of the lager clearly having taken full effect and loosened my worldview quickly and effectively. I swiped through picture after picture, deal after deal, country after country, in truth they all looked great and just what I needed in this moment of my life.
I made the decision to be a bit more generous with my purse strings and allow myself to go beyond my normal frugal budget.
I was determined to make a holiday that I would remember for the rest of my life, and little did I know at that particular moment that I would be – if not quite in the way that I could have possibly have imagined.
**
So as I say, I booked the holiday and here I was on the flight, business class (offered on a not too shabby deal), and the air hostess walks over to me and asks if I’d like I drink.
First things first: she is a stone-cold babe.
I’m talking a ten. She’d be a ten on land, sea, or air if you catch my drift.
Tall, pretty slender but also with undeniable curves; pert, bouncy titties, muscular calves, and an ass that just seemed to jiggle and bounce the right amount in her tight regulation uniform of mid length red skirt.
Her long blond hair perfectly framed her plush, plump red lips and brought out her bright blue eyes, themselves enhances be her long lashes and perfectly made up face.
She probably wasn’t exactly a rocket-scientist, brain surgeon, or the junior VP of a tech startup, but did that really matter?
Let’s get real, if anything it was a turn-on.
Now, she went through the classic drink options. G&T, whisky on the cold rocks , a can of lager beer. I don’t know what prompted me, but I just asked…
“Why don’t you recommend something?”
I guess I was feeling light-headed at this altitude. I kind of decided to throw caution to the wind and see if this thing could potentially go anywhere.
“Sure, sir, I’ve got just the thing for you. Perhaps you’d like to follow me to the front cabin and I can show you some of our exclusive Transformation Airlines private stock?” She said, smiling widely and seductively.
Woah, I thought. Things were escalating here, and rapidly.
“Well, okay, I don’t see why not,” I replied. “Yes, it sounds like an excellent idea.”
I stood up and followed her, checking out her curvy ass and long, sculpted legs the whole way.
As we reached the fridge, a mini-Sub Zee (which I had never seen before, must have been an air industry exclusive not available for retail purchase), she turned and passed me a small, unmarked, can.
“This is the primo selection, sir,” She said, smiling seductively.
“Chin chin,” I said, as I opened the can to a hissing noise and took a long gulp.
It was a small can, and I downed it almost in one go.
Small, but it sure did pack an immediate punch, that was for sure.
I felt myself go a little dizzy, stumbled back a touch, only to be held up by the air stewardess, who know had a knowing look on her face. Not entirely menacing, kinda seductive, and definitely in control of what was going on in this situation.
I know I was at altitude, but I thought that there was no way even at 30,000 feet that one single drink would have me rolling on the floor like I’d just downed seven vodka screwdrivers in quick succession with a little chaser in between, if you catch my drift.
I saw her hands cup my face, then felt them run all over my body.
I was hazy, something felt different.
She began to whisper something in my ear and then-
Then, blackness.
**
I woke up in a different seat.
Wait a minute, I thought. This isn’t my perfectly decent if unspectacular business class seat. This is…
First class.
What the-?
Then, just as I was beginning to try and process my confusion over why my seating arrangements had changed, I remembered that I had actually… passed out?
What the f-
If my shock wasn’t enough, I then looked down my front and saw that not only was I in different clothes, I was in…
Women’s clothes.
A tight, crisp white blouse, tucked into very form fitting pinstripe suite trousers.
This was crazy.
What the hell was happening? Was I dreaming? Still knocked out from the drink?
I put my hand over my crotch.
This couldn’t be real.
Where was my dick?
All I could feel was…
“You probably have some questions?” Said the voice next to me.
I turned to look and the air stewardess was standing over me, looking very pleased with herself.
“What-!” I said, stuttering, stumbling, failing to get my words out.
“Allow me to explain,” She said, sitting down next to me.
“I think I’ll take a whisky on ice first,” I said.
She passed me a drink from her trolley and sat down next to me.
“You’ve probably kind of worked out by now that the drink I gave you had a little more than just a high-volume kick to it,” She began.
She was now running her fingers over the outline of my breasts – as crazy as it sounds to say it even now – gently fondling my nipples, making them rock hard, causing me to gasp.
“Well, here at Transformation Airlines we aim to provide our customers with a flight tailored to all their fantasies,” She said. “And we know full well that you’re the kind of average dude who has se
cretly been Googling gender swap stuff, fantasising what it would be like to be a hot, slutty, wet pussy babe.”
I was stunned, but it was pointless even trying to deny it. I could tell they had done the research and must have had access to my browser history. Come to think of it, their website was a little odd and did ask for some curious information as I booked to get the discount. The stewardess was now pushed her hand down the front of my trousers, making its way over the tiny strip of pubic hair, gently pulling on it, before touching my pussy lips, working around, pressing, pushing, then entering.
I moaned a little, then tried to stop myself. This was incredible, I couldn’t deny it compared favourably to any kind of stimulation I was able to get as a man.
“That’s it,” She said, working my clit (yes, my clit!). “You just enjoy it, this is going to be the best holiday you’ve ever had. Just imagine all the big strong men who can give you a seeing to, really pump that pussy full of their big, hard dicks, work you over until you can’t take any more. Yes, that’s it, let it happen, cum for me you hot bimbo, jerk that body, work, work-“
I was at breaking point and just let the orgams happen, wave after wave, grinding myself against her hand, sucking on her finger, my face flushing red, my body totally in ecstasy and out of control in a way I had only ever fantasised was possible.
I didn’t care if anyone could see, in fact maybe I even wanted them to. After all, this was clearly not a normal airline!
As I began to settle down, my body and mind still in a daze, I began to contemplate what my holiday would be like as a woman. A gorgeous, hot, slutty, available bimbo…
**
I stepped outside, out of the top grade alpine lodge’s comfortable - or not! – surroundings and out on to the snowy pavement. The white powder crunched underneath me booted feet as I began the short to medium distance trek to the strip of shops and bars that constituted the shopping zone on the resort.
There was a small mall too, but most of the items, approximately ninety percent, were available from the shops on the main strip.
