A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  Another moan rumbled through Audrey’s lips as she massaged her breasts. Jason figured they’d be sore by now with how often her hands were on them, but apparently not. It was all new to her.

  “More of that,” she cooed. “Inside, Jason.”

  As the hand around his cock quickened, he slipped his fingers underneath the material, touching her wetness for the first time. With her legs parting momentarily, he was offered a glimpse of her changed womanhood. The contours were familiar, though the exterior was as dark as the rest of her. Inside was that same shade of pink he was familiar with. Jason pushed two fingers in without any resistance. The inner walls clamped around them, squeezing hard.

  “Oh! Yeah! Just like that.”

  Jason fingered her hard and quick. It was the one task he could do that wasn’t different than before. At the same time, he thumbed her clit through the underwear, flicking the tiny nub back and forth. It didn’t take long before she was panting hard, her deep pink lips parted to pull in more oxygen.

  “Oh! Oh!”

  He felt his own climax coming. Audrey’s hand might’ve slowed, but it didn’t matter; he was right there on the edge. He eyed her one last time. She was whimpering and trembling with all the pleasure that was shooting through her body. Her chest heaved with each breath, the large breasts jiggling almost constantly. Everything about her was different, even her voice and her scent. Jason hadn’t thought about it until now, but she did smell different! It was erotic all the same, sweet and pleasant, emanating from her crotch straight to his nostrils. He breathed in hard, enjoying it.

  Then, he came.

  Audrey was right there with him, crying out as his built-up load rushed to the surface, spurting hard from the end of his member. Simultaneously, there was a flow of wetness inside her pussy, a gush over his fingers. She writhed against him, convulsing into orgasm.

  “Yes! Oh that’s so good!”

  It wasn’t until after that they both realized the mess they’d made.

  “Dang,” Audrey panted. “I’m gonna need another shower.”

  “Yeah, same for me,” Jason agreed.

  Audrey pointed at the bed. “Jason, you came everywhere! Get that comforter into the washer. I don’t want my friends seeing that.”

  It wasn’t just his mess. Sure, Jason’s cock might’ve been a little more productive than usual, judging by the several wads of white, sticky release all over the bed. But some of those stains weren’t from him! Audrey was partially to blame, too.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll get on it.”

  “And some air freshener.” Audrey waved a hand in front of her nose. “It smells like an orgy happened in here.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Realizing that she was still a black girl, Audrey quickly removed the panties. She reverted at once, her skin lightening to that familiar pale shade and her breasts deflating like a pair of balloons—just without the sound of air rushing out.

  Her hair was back to normal too, though Audrey saw a problem with it.

  “Aw, I have to curl it again! Darn panties.”

  Jason snickered as she rushed off to the bathroom, her naked tush swinging side to side. A sweet odor trailed behind.

  Once the dirty comforter was in the washer—after applying a generous amount of stain remover—Jason returned to the bedroom with a fresh one. The scent of sex was erased behind a more agreeable fragrance.

  Audrey was still in the bathroom. He could hear the shower running. It’d be a while before she came out, especially since she had to do her hair again. She always fussed over getting it just right. It wasn’t easy to maintain those curls.

  Jason gazed into the trunk of underwear again. His girlfriend had barely touched any of them. Eight pairs were neatly folded outside of it, leaving ninety-two more untouched. And all capable of turning her into a different girl, he thought. That was the assumption anyway. A hundred pairs of panties, a hundred different girls. Audrey couldn’t put these in the drawer with her other undergarments. These were way too special!

  He spotted a small piece of paper inside, along the edge of the trunk, tucked behind the panties. Jason pulled it out and unfolded it.

  DO NOT WASH.

  Audrey wasn’t going to like that. She could probably wear a pair for a day, but no more than that. After, they’d have to be washed. Jason wasn’t sure why such a note would be tucked into the piles of underwear. Maybe they’d shrink drastically?

  There was also a receipt with the order listed on it, and Audrey’s delivery and payment information. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Jason placed it aside, figuring she’d want to hang on to that.

  He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened just minutes ago. Audrey had changed, and not just a little bit, either. She had transformed into an entirely different person! Apparently it was all painless too, despite her flesh literally rearranging itself, boobs expanding, skin darkening. Underneath, she was still the same girl. On the outside, she was completely unrecognizable.

  Jason eyed the black panties she had just worn recently. He knew what those could do. But, what if he tried on a pair? It was an interesting thought, changing into a girl in the blink of an eye. He wasn’t even sure it would work. The panties would probably sense the presence of a foreign object between the legs and refuse to operate correctly, leaving Jason as himself in a pair of girls’ underwear.

  Or, they’d work exactly as they did on Audrey. There was one way to find out.

  “Oh man, what are you doing?” he muttered, though the second-guessing didn’t stop his fingers.

  Jason didn’t really have a preference—all panties were foreign, silky things, inappropriate in the hands of men unless they were removing them from a sexy lady. He grabbed one from the top, a pink boyshort. Of all the styles, it was the one most resembling a male brief, except for the bright color. Taking a deep breath, he stripped out of his remaining clothes and pulled the leg-holes of it apart. A shiver raced up his spine.

  The shower was still running.

  Okay, a quick attempt, no harm in that, he thought. Surely it won’t work. There’s no way.

  He stepped into them, one leg at a time. Nothing happened right away—except his manhood becoming a half-mast. The soft material against his legs was somewhat pleasant, if not totally wrong.

  Jason tugged the feminine undergarment over his thighs and toward his crotch.

  His cock disappeared like a groundhog retreating into its hole after seeing its shadow.

  “Oh shit.”

  It happened quick. Jason had forgotten about the process effect when the panties were between his knees and crotch. The waistband snapped to his body, the front pulling taut over a noticeably flat groin. Yet, that wasn’t the worst of it. Jason was suddenly unbalanced. He took a step forward, causing certain regions of his body to jiggle. The chest was the worst of it. His hands flew there to stop the unexpected motion.

  Jason glanced down to see he was grabbing a pair of tits.

  “Damn, it does work!” he said, before covering his mouth. His voice was a girl’s, too!

  It wasn’t the same body as Audrey’s had been, Jason noticed right away. For one thing, he was still white—and paler than before, like his girlfriend’s natural skin tone. The panties fit as they would’ve on her, perfectly sized for his body. The lack of a bulge in front was a little more than unsettling.

  Audrey’s gonna freak when she sees me!

  Jason could barely contain his excitement. Sure, it wasn’t that different being a girl. He still had all the major parts and such, minus a few details here and there. From up above, his hips seemed ultra wide, and so pale they could blind someone if they reflected the sun just right. And so smooth! He ran his hands along them, feeling the similarities to caressing his girlfriend’s legs. They were much shapelier than his own, thicker at the top, but much smaller at the bottom. Jason wiggled his tiny toes. There’d be no wearing his own shoes anymore!

  Above the waist, Jason’s new body was slight
ly chubby. He would’ve never considered it to be overweight though. The extra cushion was all in the right places, exaggerating his figure and giving his belly a little bit of a gut.

  Further above were his new breasts, bigger than Audrey’s, but not as big as the ones on her other body. He gently cupped them from the underside, feeling their weight supported in his palms. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. They were heavier than he would’ve thought. Then again, he’d never had to carry a pair around before!

  “Damn,” he uttered, whistling. “Being a girl ain’t bad.”

  The nipples were easily the most sensitive parts. Jason tweaked them a few times, coaxing the pink nubs to rise and swell. They got huge! He rolled them between his fingers, pinching them with varying levels of intensity. Doing it too hard was painful, but too little resulted in a lack of sensation.

  But, just right …

  “Oh! Mmmmm. Yeah, okay. I can see why girls like having their nipples played with.”

  It was rather addicting to grope them. Besides, they were right there for easy access! He wondered why Audrey didn’t play with hers all the time. Then again, this was all new for him; Jason’s body was never this responsive before. The only comparison to it was playing with his manhood, but the sensation here wasn’t centered around his groin. It was everywhere.

  Jason bit his bottom lip. Any more of that and Audrey would be rushing out of the shower to see what was wrong.

  Swiping his dirty-blonde hair out of his eyes, he looked down. There was a ticklish feeling in his crotch, deep inside his lower abdomen. Jason knew right away that he was getting turned on, but it was nothing like having an erection. The arousal was further inside, locked within a core somewhere in his belly. Sending a hand to his covered crotch was enough to make him shudder, though the fingers barely grazed any part of his new womanhood.

  Yep, this is weird.

  Jason forced himself to stop. Ahead, the waters only became deeper, and he didn’t know how to swim!

  He rolled the panties down his legs, sighing in relief as a penis sprouted from his crotch, just as he remembered it. And it was throbbing-hard!

  “Interesting.”

  Jason toyed with the mechanism, pulling the panties up and down over his thighs. Each time, his body seamlessly changed from one sex to the other.

  Male.

  Female.

  Male.

  Female.

  There was no hint of pain, or discomfort of any kind. It was a numbing sensation when it happened. Jason was reminded of having a rumbling stomach whenever he was hungry, except this was all over his body. The flesh reorganized itself every time, bone and tissue morphing between the two forms. One was something familiar, and the other was completely new.

  Jason left the panties just below his knees. All of this was getting him turned on like nothing else, and he needed to get off. He furiously jerked himself off, fueling the rush of excitement that was already making him sweat. It hadn’t been long since his last release, but he needed it again, and badly.

  One more, he told himself. Just one more.

  It came quick. Jason felt the climax rising, the pressure swelling inside his loins. He imagined himself as the girl again, playing with his breasts and exploring that strange area between his legs. It was all so different, so new.

  Achieving climax as a guy was the wrong choice.

  Jason yanked the panties up his legs one more time, and the pleasure hit him like a ton of bricks.

  “Holy shit!”

  He rolled his head back, moaning nonstop as the shock of the transformation threw him right off the bed. That didn’t slow him down. Now with unstoppable desperation, Jason shoved a hand between his legs. He didn’t know of any method, but his hand worked all the same, rubbing fiercely.

  It almost didn’t matter what he touched. Everything below the belly and between the thighs was on fire, and his breasts were the same. Jason squeezed them both, swapping whenever the sensitivity became too much. The lightest touch upon his nipples was nearly painful now, but it felt too good to stop!

  Oh God, I’m really gonna come as a girl!

  It was tougher to reach climax. The edge was right there, but Jason could only tiptoe toward it, rubbing his increasingly-wet pussy until his wrist ached. The panties were damp with his juices, which continued to leak out. Elsewhere, every inch of his skin was tingling. His hips undulated against the floor, toes curling into the carpet. A series of squeals left his throat, each louder than the one before.

  From the sound of the echoes, a girl was having a really good time!

  When he finally came, Jason’s abdomen exploded with pleasure. It started at the core and spread outward to the rest of his body, consuming his legs and arms, leaving bliss in its wake.

  “Oh fuck! Ohhh!”

  He fell to his back, panting and sweating. He could go no longer. The orgasm had drained him completely. His chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath, though it seemed like an eternity passed before the heat in his loins began to fade. All the tiny hairs on his body were rigid.

  The finale had left him seeing double, including two girls standing in the doorway. Or was it just one?

  “Jason?”

  He stared at her.

  She stared at him.

  Jason glanced at his body, and then back at her. “Yeah?”

  “Well, I guess they work on guys too, huh?” she said, smirking.

  It was still pouring outside when Audrey’s friends arrived. A yellow cab motored away as they filed through the front door, both with umbrellas to shield themselves from the cold rain.

  “Audrey, hey!” The two girls hugged. “Ugh, what is up with this weather? I should’ve brought a thicker jacket. Next time we get together, you come down south.”

  “Of course!” said Audrey. “I hope you two didn’t want to do anything. Weatherman says it’s gonna ice up later.”

  “Already is,” Brody said, sticking his hand through the door for a few seconds. He showed the group the pea-sized ice pellets in his palm. “It’s like a mix. Sidewalk was slippery, too.”

  “Wonderful.”

  Everyone exchanged formal greetings. Brody introduced himself to Audrey and Jason, and apologized for the wet carpet. They removed their jackets and left their wet shoes by the front door to dry.

  “Drinks? Snacks? It’s a mess outside, but I’m sure we can think of something to do,” said Audrey.

  Brody raised a finger. “I’ll go for some cranberry juice.”

  “That’s very specific, but I have some.”

  “I need something stronger,” said Vicki. “You didn’t spend three hours stuck next to some Santa Claus wannabe on that flight.”

  “Good,” said Audrey. “I didn’t want to be the only one.”

  Jason couldn’t stop thinking about the underwear. It was the only thing on his mind as of late, that trunk full of different magical panties. He didn’t believe in magic, but how else could he describe it?

  Audrey and him had both laughed when she discovered him there on the floor, recovering from a female orgasm. Naturally she asked him what it had been like, trying the shoe on the other foot. Jason couldn’t put it into words. He had been masturbating as a guy for more than a decade. As a girl, everything was different.

  He wanted to try it again.

  While the others went to the kitchen, Jason snuck away to the bedroom again. The trunk was still there on his girlfriend’s bed, though Audrey had closed it. That wasn’t a problem. His trembling fingers undid the latches. Inside was everything he remembered, dozens of pairs of women's underwear, all different colors and styles.

  He silently closed the door.

  Everything was still vivid in his head—the shape of his body, the flatness of his crotch, the weight of pale breasts hanging on his chest, and even the strange scent of his own arousal. A shower had undone that, but Jason could still faintly remember the sweetness of it on his nose. His pants were starting to become tight
in the front.

  I have to try it again, he thought. Audrey won’t be happy about me sneaking away, but I have to!

  There were so many choices, and the result of each pair was a complete mystery! Audrey had stuffed all the pairs back into the trunk, but Jason easily spotted the black bikini brief from earlier, as well as the pink boyshort—with a stain in the crotch. Ninety-eight others hadn’t even been tried on yet.

  Feeling extra devious, Jason grabbed something a little more risqué. It was a teal-colored thong, and a fancy one at that. He ran his fingers along the lace embroidery, following the waistband. It was all quite complex for a pair of underwear, and pleasingly soft. The material wasn’t designed to cover much, and it definitely wouldn’t conceal his raging boner at the moment. That was okay; once the panties were on, he wouldn’t have a dick anymore!

  Glancing at the door once more, Jason stripped out of his clothes, leaving every piece in a pile on the floor. Once naked, he retrieved the undergarment and stuffed his hairy legs into the proper holes, taking one last deep breath as the skimpy piece of clothing came up to his knees. Above that, it would all change, he knew.

  Jason observed the changes, anticipating them. His manhood was fully hard and extended, before the panties came to his thighs. After, it shrunk drastically, losing girth and length all at the same time. Several tingles shot through his crotch as it became nothing more than the size of his pinkie finger. His scrotum had disappeared along the way too, leaving a flatness underneath that rapidly developed into a pink-colored gash. As the head of his withering manhood pulled closer to his body, the new cavity deepened.

  He watched for as long as he could, but other changes quickly stole his attention. His hips and thighs ballooned outward to the dimensions of the underwear, while the hair seemed to disappear from his skin. Above, his waist remained about the same size, but the flare of his lower body gave it all a pleasant hourglass figure.

  Jason felt a tingle in his chest. Oh yeah, those too! I almost forgot.