I giggled. Wait, giggled? That was unlike me. ‘If you’re gonna do it, might as well do it properly. And, besides…’
My smile faltered.
‘I didn’t like the idea of you doing it with anyone but me.’
Sarah hit me on the shoulder playfully. ‘Jealous, are we?’
‘Yeah,’ I admitted.
‘Aww! My very own super cute jealous girlfriend!’
‘You know… it’s only temporary, this, I’m going back to myself in the new year.’
‘I know. Just let me enjoy having a girlfriend while it lasts.’
With that, Sarah gave me a peck on the lips, and stood up to leave the room.
As she reached the door, she turned to look me over once more, her hair falling down over her shoulder. She bit her lip as she looked at my new, sexy, womanly body.
Three
Christmas Eve
I awoke the next day still wearing the heels from the night before. That marathon session had really taken it out of me, and I must have fallen asleep from the exhaustion. The bed next to me was empty, but shown signs of Sarah having been in it.
I stepped out of bed and removed the heels, flexing my now tiny feet. I looked around for clothes, and found that Sarah had left out a skimpy pink babydoll for me to parade around in today.
Feeling suddenly uncomfortable in this new body, I instead opted for a sweatshirt and gym shorts from my own - male - closet.
I heard Sarah in the kitchen, making breakfast. Breakfast? Before we trade gifts? What had gotten into her?
‘Is that you, baby?’ I heard her calling as I walked down the stairs. ‘I’m just making you a lovely breakfast. Your favourite stuff. Figure it’s the least I can do, considering how much you’ve done for-’
Sarah’s face fell when she was me. Or, rather, her face fell when she saw what I was wearing.
‘What are you doing wearing that? I got you something out for you to wear!’
‘Yeah,’ I replied, ‘But I felt… I felt a bit subconscious. Too much to wear something like that.’
‘You didn’t seem to mind being that exposed last night…’
‘Yeah, but, you know… I was…’
‘Horny. Yeah. Me too,’ she replied. ‘Look, if this is temporary, then I’m gonna wanna make the most of it.’
I nodded. ‘Yeah, I get that.’
‘Ok, good!’ she said. ‘What I’ll do is, I’ll put this food in the oven to keep warm, and we’ll get you sorted. That sound ok?’
‘What do you mean, you’ll get me sorted?’
‘Like… a little makeover. Hair, makeup, outfit.’
I paused for a moment. Did I really want to let her do this? I guessed it was all part of the gift I was giving her…
‘Ok,’ I replied.
Sarah got excited once again.
‘Really? Great! Let’s go!’
She took me by the hand and led me back upstairs. When we arrived back in our bedroom, Sarah held out the chair in front of the dresser for me to sit at.
I took a seat, crossing my long, soft legs self-consciously, and adjusted my hair in the mirror.
‘Admiring yourself, are we?’ Sarah asked, sly grin on her face.
I pulled my hands away from my hair and pretended to be uninterested.
‘No!’
‘Babe, turn around. I don’t want you facing the mirror, I want it to be a surprise.’
I did as commanded, putting my appearance totally in Sarah’s hands.
‘Alright, hair first, if that’s ok?’
I shrugged. ‘Sure, whatever you think.’
And Sarah began working on my hair. First there was a lot of spraying, and then the curling iron was whipped out.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked, as Sarah worked her magic.
‘Oh, you know, just making you look pretty.’
‘I thought you already thought I was pretty?’
‘Fine. Making you look prettier.’
Even though I knew this was temporary, it still felt good to be called pretty by my partner. Maybe this whole thing was going to be a nice experience for me too.
‘Alright,’ Sarah piped up suddenly. ‘It’s makeup time. What sort of thing would you like? I can do muted, girly, or maybe… super girly?’
‘Just muted I think is fine for now, don’t you?’ I asked. Choosing anything but that option would have made it feel like the last remnants of my masculinity were being taken away.
‘Hmph. Fine,’ Sarah replied. Obviously I hadn’t made the decision that she was hoping for.
The whole process took easily half an hour. First there was face makeup, and then she was applying things to my eyes, and then my mouth. If it felt like a lot going on, that’s because it was.
When Sarah turned me around for the reveal, she began by saying, ‘Don’t be mad, ok?’
Confused, I spun around faster to look at myself in the mirror.
That same beautiful woman looked back at me, but this time, she was girlier, too.
My eyelashes were thick, voluminous, the sort a pretty girl would bat at you. My eyes were surrounded by thick black eyeliner, as well as plenty of eyeshadow. My lips, below, shone with bubblegum pink lipgloss. My hair was curled beautifully, with lots of volume, the ends bobbing just below my shoulders.
‘This is muted?!’ I asked.
‘Well… no,’ she replied. ‘I was hoping you’d ask for the super girly option, so I… did it anyway. It looks good, though! And it makes me even more attracted to you, so…’
She trailed off, waiting for a response, but I didn’t give her one. Instead I was transfixed by the image of beauty in front of me.
Sarah noticed me checking myself out.
‘You know… if you like it, you could always stay like this… I wouldn’t mind…’
I again didn’t reply, still checking myself out in the mirror. I adjusted my hair slightly, and it felt silky to the touch.
Sarah coughed, and I realized she was on the other side of the bedroom, by the wardrobe. When had she gone over there?
‘Babe, you wanna get dressed or just hang about naked all day?’
I scooted over to her and sat myself on the bed. The cool sheets tickled my mounds and I bit my lip to prevent any unexpected moaning.
‘Alright: first outfit…,’ Sarah announced, and pulled a hanger from the wardrobe.
It wasn’t too bad: just a checkered skater skirt and a small top. I was almost disappointed - maybe I’d been hoping for something even more girly…
‘Well? What do you think? Put it on!’
I did as commanded. The skater skirt fit me perfectly, ending just above my knees. I twirled around (without being asked) to test it, and it whipped around my legs as I spun.
The top was a tight fit, barely getting around my breasts. They were accentuated by the lack of breathing space, though, and it was definitely a sexy look. With the top being so small, it showed off my tiny stomach and waist, and made me feel kinda… cute.
‘Hmm,’ Sarah said. ‘I like it, but I think we can do better.’
Next, she pulled out a beautiful long black dress gown - the kind that the love interest comes down the stairwell in after her makeover in romantic movies. I put it on, and again it fit beautifully - thank god that Sarah and I had the same body types. The top of the dress fell just below the top of my breasts, and nicely presented my cleavage for all to see. Even more noticeably, the thin cut of the dress meant that my ass stuck out something fierce.
‘You like?’ Sarah asked me.
‘I mean…,’ I started, not willing to believe that I was about to admit it, ‘Yeah. I look… I look good!’
Sarah smiled at me. ‘I think so too. But…’
‘But?’
‘But too formal. Off!’
I stripped once again and prepared myself for the third outfit. Sarah retrieved two small pieces of denim from the wardrobe - so small, in fact, that I didn’t realize at first that they were even items of clothing.
I put on the first piece of denim - a small, sleeveless denim top, which did even less to cover me than the tank top from the first outfit. The second piece of denim was a pair of denim shorts. These shorts were so tiny that even I, in my minute, petite body, struggled to get into them. Sarah pulled them up from behind, so eventually they would fit over my ass.
And when they did, they left little to the imagination. The bottoms of my ass cheeks hung out for all to see - a fact that Sarah wasted no time in complimenting me on. Then… she spanked me. Hard. It almost felt… good.
‘Sexy girl!’ She announced.
‘I mean…,’ I trailed off. It was hard to disagree; in front of me, in the mirror, was an absolutely stunning woman. Even better, many would argue, she was barely clothed.
‘One more thing!’ Sarah said, and pulled a shoe box from the wardrobe.
I opened it to see a pair of strappy beige heels.
‘I think these will complete the look.’
I slid my feet into them and buckled up the straps. Once again, I was teetering around as I moved on these high heels.
I looked myself in the mirror one last time. I looked like a prostitute. But, god damn… I looked good. I could maybe even get used to this.
Suddenly, Sarah kissed me on the cheek, and patted me gently on the ass.
‘Thanks for playing along with me, sexy. I have a little early Christmas present for you, for being so well behaved.’
Sarah pulled another box from the wardrobe. This time, it was wrapped in festive paper.
‘Go on, then,’ she instructed, ‘Open it!’
I tore the paper off excitedly - what could it be?
When I finally got into the box, I was shocked (but maybe also pleasantly surprised) to see that it was a bondage kit.
‘Sit down, sit down, take a look,’ Sarah said, patting the pillow at the top of the bed for me to sit on. I got comfortable, and looked inside. There were restraints, many of them, and a butt plug and dildo, and so much more.
‘Sarah, I…,’
Sarah jumped on the bed, and lent over me on all fours.
‘I was originally planning on having you use this on me, but now that I have your gift…’
Clink. Sarah had handcuffed me to the bed.
I laughed hesitantly. ‘What are you… what are you doing?’
But then she took my other hand, and I, struggling to resist her, had my other hand tied to the other side of the bed.
‘Sarah what are you doing?’ I repeated.
She didn’t reply, and instead managed to shush me by putting her tongue down my throat. Our kissing was as passionate as it had been the night before, mouths tasting each other’s delicious lips.
Then Sarah retreated, heading for my feet. I thought at first that she was going to restrain those, too, but instead she just took my heels off.
‘You spent so long trying to find the right outfit for me, and now you want to take it off me?’ I commented in jest.
Sarah ignored me, instead moving to pull down my denim shorts. She pulled on them, hard, desperate to get them off me, desperate for access to my slit. The panties were the next victim, again pulled away from me, hard.
‘Yes, eat me, Sarah, please!’ I begged, before I really realized what I was saying.
‘You just won’t shush, will you?’ Sarah said, and stuffed my wet panties into my mouth.
I closed my eyes, waiting to feel her mouth on my pearl, but instead, I felt something hard began to penetrate me.
Looking down, Sarah had removed the dildo from the bondage kit, and was slowly teasing it into me. As she teased me more and more, my vagina slowly opened wide enough for it to fit in. Suddenly, I felt full. It wasn’t as though I had felt empty before, but having this inside of me felt so right. And then it only got better when Sarah set it to vibrate.
I was now powerless to the dildo that was inside of me. I couldn’t move because the pleasure was so overwhelming. I moaned and moaned as the ecstasy grew stronger.
Sarah stood over me, giggling. ‘You like that, huh?’
I opened my mouth to speak, pushing the wet panties out with my tongue, but I couldn’t form any words. Any time I tried to make a noise, a girly moan would escape instead.
I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the moment.
It was then that Sarah lifted my legs up. Finally, I thought, she must be trying to get at my cunt.
I was surprised for a second time when I felt an object begin to force its way up my asshole.
Sarah held it steady at first, the butt plug barely inside of me.
‘You want this, slut?’ she asked. ‘All you have to do is say no, and I won’t put it up there.’
I tried to speak, but instead waves of pleasure overtook me, and I just gasped instead.
‘You sure? Ok, sexy, it’s going in…,’ she told me.
And in it went. It felt incredible. Why hadn’t I tried this before? Surely it was every girls dream to be penetrated on both sides like this.
And then I remembered: I hadn’t always been a girl. This wasn’t a manly thing to do, I…
Sarah pulled my feet, one at a time, and bound them to the other end of the bed.
Even if I wanted to remove these objects from my holes (and I definitely didn’t), I wouldn’t have been able to. I was now barely able to move. All I was able to do was writhe in agonising pleasure.
Sarah stood over me, phone out, and began snapping pictures.
‘W…,’ I tried to speak. ‘Wh…’
‘What am I doing?’ she asked. ‘Taking pictures. You know: in case I ever want to have this to touch myself over. Think about in the years to come, when you go back to being a man.’
She said the last word with a hint of an eye-roll.
I continued to writhe as the waves of pleasure came and went, and soon Sarah was leaving the room.
I moaned louder, trying to get her attention. She looked back, over her shoulder, at me tied up on the bed.
‘I’m just going to the shops, get us food for our Christmas lunch tomorrow. Want anything?’
And then, when I was unable to reply, she continued, ‘No. It looks like you have everything you need right now.
Sarah left me, bound to the bed, unable to do anything but be pleasured, unable to even think straight, unable to move at all. I should have hated it, being trapped not only on this bed, but also in this body, but I didn’t. I definitely didn’t. As I came again and again and again, I began to enjoy this body.
Finally, Sarah returned, and seemed please to see that I was still stuck in my place on the bed.
Eventually, after enjoying the sights for a few minutes longer, she began to remove the dildo from my front. Next, she turned off the butt plug - but noticeably left it up my ass. Finally, she removed my restraint, and I could, at last, relax.
‘You have fun there, sexy?’
Still unable to speak, feeling incredibly weak, I simply nodded in response. I began to stand up, but my legs collapsed beneath me from the lack of strength, and I fell backwards onto the bed.
‘Yeah… it’s gonna be a little while before you can get up, baby. Trust me.’
I turned my head to face her, breathing deeply as I began to calm down.
‘You know…,’ Sarah began, ‘If you don’t want to go back to being a man, I’d understand. In fact, I might even like it. I think you might like it, too.’
I thought about it in the few minutes before I was able to speak again.
‘I guess… I guess there’s no rush, is there? As long as you’ll teach me how to do all the makeup stuff. I’d like to… I’d quite like to look cute, if I’m a girl.’
Sarah’s face was ecstatic. ‘Of course! And you can wear all my clothes, too. Well, you can wear the sexy ones, at least. Don’t want you in anything but short skirts, short shorts, and short dresses, you understand me?’
I nodded, and smiled.
Four
Epilogue: Christmas Day
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p; I woke up on Christmas Day to find that, again, Sarah had gotten up before me. No matter, I thought, I could do with the alone time to make myself sexy for her.
I retrieved the buttplug that had made me feel so full the night before, and teased it up my asshole. I liked the way it made me walk - ass bouncing from side to side.
I didn’t bother with panties or bra, figuring Sarah might like it better that way, and instead went into the wardrobe. At the bottom of a drawer, I knew, was Sarah’s sexy santa dress from the year before. I pulled it out, and put it on, before slipping on a pair of seductive black thigh-length stockings.
Finally, to complete my outfit, I pulled out a pair of sexy red high heels, matching the colour of the dress.
I looked in the mirror and saw the perfect Christmas gift for Sarah. I had done it, I’d given her what she wanted, and I had, I thought, discovered something about myself in the process.
I slipped downstairs and walked into the living room, where Sarah was sipping on a hot cup of cocoa. Her mouth fell open when she saw me: a sexy Christmas angel, sent here to pleasure her.
‘You know, baby… this change, even if it’s temporary, it’s the best gift you ever could have given me. I love you, you know that, but I had always wondered what it could be like to be with a woman. And having the chance to be with one… it’s proven to me just how much I like it.’
‘I think I can get you a better gift, though,’ I announced.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. ‘And what’s that?’
‘Well… I’ve been thinking, and what if I made this change… permanent?’
Sarah put her cocoa down and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me in close for a kiss.
‘Oh, and,’ I added, ‘Your other gift: I’m not wearing any panties.’
About the Author
Like her favorite TV character, Chloe Cummings knows sex. She might even go far as to say she’s fascinated by it. It was only a matter of time, then, before she started creating seductive and provocative stories herself.
Chloe is a young twenty-something writer living in the suburbs of Los Angeles, where she lives, eats, and, well, fucks.
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