Becoming Hers

by Alyson Belle

  “I am always serious when it comes to matters of the heart. One could say it’s my reason for being. I gave you what I heard your heart singing for, but I would never force you to live a song that went against your desires. Tell me truthfully, now: is this life truly what your heart desires?”

  I took a deep breath, trying to think of what I wanted to say to this strange… whatever she was. ‘Human’ didn’t seem very likely anymore, considering what she had the power to do. There were dozens and dozens of fragmented thoughts all trying to get out of my mouth at once. “I mean… I, uh…Wait a second, let me think.”

  I felt like I was walking on a blade’s edge—my answer here, my decision, seemed vitally important all of a sudden. I realized that whatever I said next could change the whole course of the rest of my life. Did I want to be Tom or Jess? Go back to the familiar state of being a man and resign myself to once again being no more than a friend to Lyla, or spend the rest of my life learning to be a woman and have the chance to make Lyla my best friend and my lover, forever and ever? I gave myself a full minute to think about it before trusting myself to speak again.

  “I do like being Jess,” I answered truthfully. “And I want to stay being Jess forever if it means I have even the tiniest shadow of a chance to be someone important to Lyla. Being with her like this has allowed me to realize just how important she is to me, and I regret that I ever let us drift apart.”

  “I hoped you might say that. Happy endings are my favorite.” The woman smiled once more and spread her hands with a slight nod in my direction. “Check your purse, my dear.”

  I lifted my bag slowly, rifling through it with a confused expression. What was I supposed to find in my purse? The only things I even had in there were a tube of borrowed lip gloss, my phone, and the IDs and credit cards that still had my old name on them. I figured some identification was better than none, even if no one would believe it was me. I pulled the phone and cards out to dig deeper, looking for anything unusual, but other than the lip gloss the purse was empty. Then the picture on my ID caught my eye.

  “Wait a minute…” I breathed, so surprised that I almost dropped it. I raised it to my eyes and studied it carefully under the light from my phone. ‘Thomas McCallister’ was nowhere to be seen. Instead my ID now described me as ‘Jessica McCallister’, complete with a dolled-up picture of my gorgeous face and correct height and weight measurements for my new body.

  I quickly flipped through all of the other cards in my purse, one after the other, confirming that each of them had undergone the same transformation from Thomas to Jessica. I had no doubt that if I pulled up my bank records or social media accounts, they’d show my new name as well. I looked back up at the mysterious woman in amazement.

  “Is… is this real?” I asked shakily. I could hardly believe it.

  “Jess? What’re you doing?”

  I glanced away to see Lyla strolling out of the bar door, coming to look for me. I guessed I had taken longer than I’d expected with my little conversation. Normally I would have greeted Lyla with a smile and a hug, but I was still reeling from looking at the little pieces of plastic in my hand.

  “She—I, uh. That is…” I stuttered, gesturing toward the woman, but when I looked back at where she’d been standing only a moment before, I saw that she’d vanished without a trace. Again. It was a really annoying habit.

  “You okay, Jess?” Lyla peered into my eyes with concern. “Did something happen while I was in the bar? You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. If someone said something mean to you—"

  I cut her off with a quick shake of my and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly.

  “No, no, I’m fine. I just… I saw the woman from the plane again! You won’t believe what happened,” I said breathlessly, my heart hammering away inside my chest. I didn’t care. Joy and excitement began to course through me as I realized that I really might be able to stay with my friend, like we were now, forever.

  “Woman from the plane? What are you talking about?”

  “There was this lady who sat next to me while I was flying here, and we got to talking. I told her about you, and she asked if…” I trailed off for a split second, not sure if I was ready to drop this truth bomb on Lyla, but I blazed through that doubt quickly. It was time to finally tell her how I really felt about her, after all these years of keeping it bottled up inside.

  “She asked me if I loved you. I told her that it didn’t matter, because I wasn’t your type. She asked what I would do to possibly be your type and have that chance, and I told her honestly that I would do anything.

  “The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a female body. Of course, I didn’t know that that was why this had happened at first, but now it all makes sense.”

  I looked into my best friend’s eyes, hoping she could feel the truth of everything that I was saying to her, and took a deep breath before continuing.

  “I love you, Lyla. I’ve loved you since we were kids. I never told you that because I knew it couldn’t work between us… until now, that is. And I know that me being a woman doesn’t mean you automatically have to fall in love with me, but I was offered a chance to try, and I was willing to give up anything to have that chance. Look.”

  I held out my IDs to her to show her that they had changed too, but my hands were shaking so much I didn’t know if she could even read them. “I’m really a woman, now. Truly, for good. It’s magic, or something, I don’t know… Look, it doesn’t matter now. But apparently, I couldn’t even have held this form if I didn’t truly want it, so we don’t have to worry about me suddenly changing back. I want it more than you can know. I’m going to be Jess forever. And I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything—please, god, I’m also happy if you only want to be my friend, you have to know that by now… but I also have to take my shot and tell you what I’ve wanted to say for so very long: I love you so much, Lyla. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted.”

  Lyla’s face slowly flushed as she stood listening to my babbling deluge of words, and I thought I saw tears start to prick at the corner of her eyes.

  “You really were willing to give up everything for me?” she asked, her voice low and full of emotion. “Even the body you’d always had? You cared about me that much?”

  I nodded emphatically. “Yes, absolutely. And I don’t regret it at all. I would do it again in a heartbeat if offered the chance.”

  “Oh my god,” she breathed, her eyes widening. Then her arms wrapped around my neck and she held me close and kissed me more passionately than she ever had before. My heart swelled with more happiness than I’d thought was possible. After so many years, so much struggle and longing, I was finally right where I wanted to be. Where I knew I belonged.

  When we eventually parted, Lyla’s tears were flowing freely down her face, and I also felt my own trickling down along my cheeks. Neither of us could stop smiling. We must have looked crazy, standing there on the street crying and grinning like idiots in one another’s arms, but I didn’t care in the slightest. I gently lifted the bottom of my dress to dab at her face.

  “You know,” she said, her voice trembling just like I was sure mine would if I trusted myself enough to speak right now. “It feels like you’ve been given a new chance at life, and I don’t think we should look a gift horse in the mouth any longer. I would be honored if you would want to stay here in NYC with me and maybe, possibly, you know… try this whole girlfriend thing out. For real. I know it won’t be easy, and you’ll have a whole lot to learn about this new body you’ve been given, but I want to be here for you through all of it. I want to know what we can build together.”

  I felt a happy little sob break free of me, and I kissed her again, holding her so tightly that it seemed like our bodies nearly fused into one. My heart felt like it was soaring, and I never wanted to come back down.

  I gazed happily at my best friend—my girlfriend, I guess I was going to have to get used to calling her now—and studied her
beautiful face adoringly.

  “I love you, Lyla,” I murmured, finally able to make words again.

  “I love you too, Jess. More than you know, but I hope you’ll have a chance to find out.”

  “Me too,” I whispered. “Me too.”

  Our fingers wound together, and I pulled out my phone to call a cab as we swayed softly on the sidewalk. As we waited, wrapped in the contentment of one another’s embrace, I felt a lightness and happiness that I had never known before. This was the first true moment of my new life. My new life with Lyla.

  And I couldn’t wait to get started.

  The end… for now. Thanks for reading!

  - xoxo, Alyson

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  As I made my way to the central stage, I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me and see them whisper to each other. There weren’t any other glitter-covered girls around, and it was obvious to everyone what I was here for. I struggled to push myself up the four feet required to get up there, and then felt a strong hand on my ass helping me up. I squeaked as it gave a little squeeze and turned around to see a handsome man with wavy black hair wink at me and smile. I huffed, but I appreciated his help.

  The music faded into another song as the DJ cut over, and I realized that everyone was looking at me expectantly. I swallowed nervously. The bass beat faded in. I wiggled my hips and started to gyrate in time with the music. Heather had been right. This body knew how to move, and still being just the tiniest bit high helped me along. I tried to close my eyes, smile, and just flow with the music.

  They loved it. I felt shockingly self-conscious, but I’d also never felt so free. These strangers were staring at me, staring at my half naked body, at my breasts and my ass as I wiggled along with the music in the silliest costume I’d ever worn. It was humiliating and powerful and exhilarating all at the same time.

  Glitter flew off my limbs with every fluid motion, and I began to touch myself: caressing my breasts and pushing my fingers sensually down my body, teasing at my pussy through my black lace panties, taunting the crowed. Neither the men nor the women could keep their eyes off of me. Even the other girls onstage below me had turned to watch, barely dancing themselves. I was beautiful. I was a goddess, and everyone wanted to watch me take it all off.

  I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra first, enjoying the cheers and the gasps as my naked tits bounced out in front of everyone. I shook them, letting them ripple, as I swung around the brass pole set into the middle of platform. Running on pure instinct, I lifted my left leg straight up into the air and grabbed my ankle, grinding hard against the pole with a happy moan at the shock of pleasure that ran through my pussy. I was surprised at how flexible this body was!

  Next I dropped onto all fours and crawled forward along the stage, still wagging my ass along with the thumping beat. Men at the edge of stage hooted and waved at me as I approached.

  Rolling back onto my haunches, I grabbed both ankles and spread my legs wide, snapping them back together and then opening them again. Then, in a single motion I slid my panties down my legs and over my ankles and tossed them into the crowd. People went wild.

  Now I was totally naked, except for the glitter, crawling around on the floor like a horny animal. I could see the men’s cocks straining against their pants as I flashed my pussy at them, and I could see the women shifting in their seats, some of them even touching themselves as I writhed beautifully on the floor.

  I started to finger myself like I’d seen girls do at some of the dirtiest clubs I went to, and the cheering intensified, almost drowning out the music. I slipped fingers in and out of my pussy, arching my back and working myself relentlessly on the stage, and thumbed my clit for the extra little shocks of pleasure. I was losing myself in the moment again, forgetting anything but how amazing I felt. I lost myself to the euphoric feelings of stroking and fingering my sweet cunt, naked in front of a crowd…

  But suddenly one of the men climbed up on stage with me! I scrambled back, startled. I felt so vulnerable lying on the ground naked as he towered over me, erection bulging at the front of his pants. He held a hand out to me. I calmed down. What was he going to do in front of the whole club like this?

  I reached out and took it, and he smoothly pulled me to my feet. Then he picked me up by my waist and tossed me over his shoulder, giving my ass a few quick slaps while I was there.

  “H-hey!” I cried, my cheeks burning. Everyone was cheering him on, and I saw Heather laughing at us from the bar.

  The man hopped off the stage and started carrying me to the back of the club, where I saw that Door #4 had a green light now. Heather rose and headed toward us too.

  “Wait a minute!” I shouted over the music. “What’s behind door #4? What are you going to do to me?”

  I kicked my feet helplessly, breasts bouncing as I struggled against his burly muscles. He held my petite form easily and swatted my rear again as he kicked the door open.

  “Calm down, hot stuff,” he said in a deep, sexy voice that matched his rugged good looks. “You’re about to find out.”

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  My Very Own Gender Swap: A Branching Choices Gender Transformation Romance

  What would you do if you had just one day to experience being a young, gorgeous woman? Where would you go? Who would you talk to? And how would the rest of your life turn out?

  In My Very Own Gender Swap, YOU get to make all of these choices and more as you join Chris Scalatore, a young man in his early 20s, on the romantic transformation adventure of a lifetime. When his friend Kayla presents him with a unique opportunity to transform himself into the woman he might have been, Chris gets to spend an entire day as Natalie—the hot, female version of himself.

  Not only can you pick what Chris looks like as Natalie, but you also get to decide what she does: Do you go to the lingerie store or stay home to play with Kayla? Will you spend your evening chatting up the cute, artsy lesbian in the corner, or yield yourself to the brash, aggressive billionaire who wants to own and control you? With over 300 pages of possibilities and sixteen completely unique endings, the choices you make on this fateful day will affect Chris in very real ways that will stick with him for the rest of his life.

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  “Hey!” Kayla cried. “I didn’t say you could do that. Naughty girls like you need to be punished with a proper fucking.”

  He grinned at me, unable to keep his eyes off my body, but all I could focus on was the fully erect penis waving in front of my face. I’d half-expected to be turned off by it, but I was entranced. I felt a gush of wetness between my legs, and dirty thoughts about Kayla’s new cock crowded out all my other conscious thoughts. He climbed onto the bed, straddling my body and began to kiss and touch me all over.

  While it was true that part
of the magic when I wasn’t paying attention was to help me feel normal, now that I was paying much closer attention to my body, the differences were amazing! My smooth skin thrilled everywhere Kayla’s fingers probed, and whether I was completely shaved or just naturally hairless thanks to the magic, it felt incredible.

  He slid warm, strong hands down the silky insides of my thighs, caressed my rounded ass and firm, toned abs, and ran his fingers through my gorgeous, full head of shining red hair. I loved every moment of being manhandled like that, while dying for him to go further. Finally, he mercifully moved on to my breasts, sliding his hands over the delicate nipples and squeezing their fullness with a double-fisted grip that made me gasp in ecstatic pleasure.

  He began to caress my pale pink nipples with his thumbs, and my mouth fell open as electric, erotic charges passed through me. The delicate nibs beneath the pads of his thumbs thrummed with delight and hardened as he tweaked them, and the void between my legs grew even warmer and wetter.

  It was so strange that I could now feel myself being wet between my legs. I’d never really thought about what being turned on must feel like for women, but I was shocked how aware I was of what was happening down there.

  As Kayla continued to caress my breasts and thighs, I started panting, getting worked into a hot lather, and I discovered that I could feel exactly how wet I was getting, like someone had spilled a bottle of pleasantly warm lubricant between my legs. A feeling of wanting to be filled began to grow, and my brain started piling up with images of Kayla fucking me in his hot, male body with that huge, hard cock… I desperately needed release from this intoxicating sensation building up.

  I shivered in anticipation as he dropped a hand to my crotch, sliding it across my downy patch of hair to explore the moist crevices of my sex.