by Lisa Change
Deep inside James’ brain, a little warning light went off. A signal in the darkness, too faint for his conscious mind to yet decode and understand, but a warning that something was very wrong.
Am I still asleep? Is this some weird-ass dream about being normal weight…?
But he knew he wasn’t asleep.
The longer he stood on his bare feet in this cold room, the more awake he felt.
Then what…?
With the superhuman effort of someone whose only wish is to go back to bed and sleep another six hours, James raised his small fists to his face. Rubbed the sand out of his eyes. Blinked them open…
…and felt the bottom of his mind go falling out.
The first thing he noticed was that he was suddenly blind.
Well. Not blind blind, but, y’know, not 20/20 either.
Samantha’s room was all soft at the edges and blurry, like someone had smeared Vaseline over a camera lens.
My glasses. James thought, numbly, I’m not wearing my glasses.
But he didn’t need to be wearing his glasses to know what had happened to him.
There, on the other side of the room, he could still make out through his damaged vision the oblong shape of Samantha’s full body mirror; the one he’d watched her try outfits on in so many times, wondering why he was torturing himself like this. Wishing that she could be his.
And now that wish had come true in the weirdest possible way.
Inside the mirror, blurry but recognizable, Samantha stood topless and without her glasses, her heavy breasts dangling and a confused, half-asleep expression just about visible on her cute face.
She was wearing a pair of men’s gray boxers, the elastic stretched to accommodate her feminine waist, her big, girly ass filling up the fabric.
She was stood by the window, her shoulders slumped in a way James had never seen before.
Almost as if she was used to being the sort of boy who was scared of people, who instinctively made himself smaller to appear less threatening.
Almost as if she were him.
A feeling of unreality washed over James. He took a slow, hesitant step toward the mirror, sure this was all in his imagination. Watched in horror as Samantha’s reflection slowly stepped toward him, too, her gorgeous features becoming clearer as she got closer.
Slowly, James reached up. Touched the long, shiny blonde hair now growing from his crown. Felt his smooth cheeks, suddenly devoid of their wiry stubble, grown to hide his weak chin.
Then, as if his head was on gears, he looked down at himself.
James’ big breasts were poking out before him, a big, proud pair of DD boobs with light brown nipples that were all pointy in the cold morning air.
Like a man in a dream, James lowered his dainty hands. Took his big new tits in his palms. Gave them a bounce and felt in horror a bizarre jiggling shoot through his chest.
Frantically, he looked back up into the mirror, into Samantha’s frightened, beautiful face.
“Oh my God!” He suddenly wailed in a soft, familiar voice that wasn’t his own. “I’m a girl!”
And he was.
He was Samantha.
*
For the rest of his life, James would never forget the crazy minutes that followed looking in the mirror.
How he screamed as loudly as he could, watching in fright as Samantha’s reflection screamed right along with him, her big blue eyes wide with terror.
How he frantically pulled his shorts down and bent over, staring at the thing now growing between his legs. At the pussy he now owned.
How he clambered back under the sheets and pulled them back over his head, shaking as he did so and tried whispering I wish I was James… I wish I was James! over and over.
And also how, no matter how long he stayed curled up there, he couldn’t escape the reality of his new body.
Couldn’t ignore the way his large new breasts rested against one another. How his long hair lay across his face and got in the way; even how the smell of his own skin had changed.
But, most of all, how he could now feel the strange opening between his legs where his cock had once been.
Eventually, though, the shock had worn off a little. The desperate hope that wishing himself back might work had faded…
…and, at last, James had sat back up in Samantha’s bed, let the sheets fall from his new, female body. Found Samantha’s glasses sat beside the bed and put them on, the heavy frames balancing on his button nose.
In the bottom of his vision, he could see the curvy female body he was now attached to, with its long, smooth legs, tight waist, and hips that seemed almost surreally big to his boy-mind.
Above that, on the other side of the room, he could make out Samantha in the mirror. Dazed, gorgeous, helpless Samantha, staring back at him, so beautiful in her confusion that James felt his heart ache.
Gradually, the panic drained from his system. The horror of his unexpected situation dissipated.
Finally, about an hour after he’d first screamed, James delicately wet his pouty lips, opened his mouth.
“This is fucked up,” he whispered in Samantha’s voice, watching with a feeling of unreality as his secret crush moved her lips in time with his in the mirror. “How… how can I be you?”
But the mirror Samantha had no answer. She looked just as confused as he felt.
“But…” James went on after a pause, “if I am Samantha now, and your body is mine…”
He felt a strange smile come onto his gorgeous new face. A naughty, evil little smile that both looked out of place on Samantha’s features, and seemed strangely sexy.
“Then I guess I might as well have some fun.”
*
The lacy cups of the DD bra rose up in the bottom of James’ vision, squeezing his vast breasts together, holding their perfect shape.
Dreamily, the transformed boy ran his hands across their sides, feeling his new tits, feeling a thrill run through his body at the sight of them.
In the mirror James had moved to the very end of the bed, Samantha gave one of her cute, half-embarrassed smiles, her dainty hands playing with her breasts, a pair of lacy blue panties barely hiding her snatch from view.
Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, just as James liked it. She was wearing lipstick and mascara that made her look like the woman of every man’s dreams.
The sight of her alone was enough to make James’ brand new pussy soaking wet.
“You like that, huh?” He whispered, feeling giddy as Samantha’s reflection spoke in time with him, “you like watching me play with my tits?”
James forced himself to let out a loud, female moan.
“God I’m dying for cock.”
The words felt weird on his lips, almost embarrassing. He wasn’t a homo!
But the sight of Samantha in the mirror somehow made it all seem OK. Almost like he, James, wasn’t the one playing with his new tits and begging for cock.
He was simply watching as Samantha do so. Just as he’d always dreamed of.
And, right now, she was looking perfect.
Getting his new body to look like this had been quite a challenge.
Putting a bra on had turned out to be oddly difficult, and applying his makeup had meant spending a half hour leaning in toward the bathroom mirror – trying not to get vertigo from the fact Samantha was staring back out at him.
But now it was done…
Now it was done, the sight of Samantha all made up and writhing like that was making James hornier then he’d ever been before in his life.
“Do you want me to touch my pussy?” he breathed, Samantha’s blue eyes alive. “Do you want me to touch my pussy just for you…”
He hesitated.
“Just for you… James?”
Not taking his eyes off the mirror, he forced out a giggle. Watched as Samantha winked at him.
“Yeah? In that case…”
He bit his lower lip, consciously trying to make movements he’d se
en Samantha make before.
“Your wish is my command.”
James let go of his heavy new breasts, aware that his nipples were as hard as bullets. Let Samantha’s dainty hands drift down over his torso, over his curved sides, until they came to rest on his crotch.
Already, he could feel just how wet he was. How damp and sticky his brand new pussy was.
It was the strangest feeling he’d ever felt.
But it was also perhaps the best.
He had Samantha’s body now.
And he wanted to experience everything that Samantha did with it.
A little gasp involuntarily escaped James’ throat. He blinked, one hand between his legs, rubbing at his pussy.
“Oh fuck…” the girl who used to be a boy breathed, “oh fuck that felt good…”
He hesitated for a moment, aware that this sensation was something no male should ever know. But also scared of the intense feeling just gently touching his clit had generated.
Who knew how overwhelming it would be when he really started playing with it?
“Only one way to find out,” James breathed in Samantha’s voice.
Like a girl in a dream, he delicately slipped his hands inside his panties, feeling just how damp the fabric already was. Placed his fingertips against his shivering pussy lips.
And then he began to play with himself.
A loud, female moan was torn out of James’ throat. He felt his pouty lips dangle open into an ‘O’ of desire.
In the mirror, a look of uncontrollable pleasure washed over Samantha’s supermodel features. Her dazed eyes locked onto James’ as she sensuously rubbed her cunt, her fingertips becoming all wet and sticky.
“Oh James…” James made his new body say, “Oh baby, I’m so wet for you…”
At the same time, he felt his slender legs automatically spread, stretching his panties, making it easier to get at his new pussy.
With one hand, he began to rub his fingers in dreamy circles over his clit, each movement sending little pink sparks shooting across his soft skin.
With his other, he began probing the entrance to his new slit, teasing at his moist hole.
“Oh God…” James murmured, barely aware he was speaking, “Oh God, I’m getting ready…”
He made Samantha lock eyes with him again in the mirror.
“I’m getting ready for your cock…” He made her moan.
It was strange, like watching your own private peep show, with a girl you controlled and could make do anything.
At the same time, James wasn’t entirely sure he was in control.
The girl was Samantha, yes. But only outwardly.
The soul in that body belonged to James. More than just seeing Samantha writhe for his pleasure, he could feel her fingertips rubbing at his clit.
Feel the juices dribbling out his pussy, the warmth in his tits, the great, woozy sensation of pleasure coursing through him.
At that moment, James wasn’t sure if he was more male or female. More the watcher giving his orders, or the horny little whore obeying them.
Wasn’t sure if he was more James or more Samantha.
With a gasp, James slipped a finger inside himself. Felt it curl up deep into his new womb, penetrating him, making him feel dizzy.
He subconsciously clenched his pussy around it, enjoying the feeling of having something inside him, something violating his tender little hole.
But just a finger wasn’t enough, he could already tell.
No, his body needed something more. Samantha’s body needed something more. Something like…
“Do you want me to use this?” James breathed, picking up the dildo and holding it out towards the mirror. “Do you want to watch me fuck myself with a dildo, James?”
The words coming out of Samantha’s mouth were all James had ever dreamed of hearing.
Yet now he was Samantha, there was an added frisson to them, too.
James was almost giddy with excitement at the thought of having a dildo inside his wonderful new cunt.
“Just watch, baby,” he breathed, no longer really sure whose fantasy he was living out, “just watch me play for you.”
He slipped his finger out his pussy, ignoring the craving in there. Gently yanked Samantha’s lacy panties down over his legs, giggling as he did so.
Finally, he was naked except for Samantha’s bra, his legs spread wide, his slit damp and on display, his hole ready to be filled.
“You make me so horny, James,” he made Samantha whimper. “Now watch.”
Then he angled the pink dildo, pressed its swollen head up against his slit…
…and watched in awe as it slid deep inside him.
The feeling of having a dildo inside his pussy was like a rocket going off behind James’ eyes.
He threw his head back, let out an involuntary Ahhh! Felt his pussy walls stretching, his hips automatically bucking against the toy.
No, no, no! This feels too good! I can’t… I can’t…
But was he even the man anymore? Was he the one in control?
Against his will, James thought he felt a male voice command him to turn the dildo on. Felt his fingers obediently move across the shaft to the big button.
He just had time to look up and catch sight of Samantha’s face in the mirror, her expression horny and helpless all at once…
…and then his thumb pressed down. The Rabbit’s vibrating ears started flicking at his clit.
And James was lost upon a sea of pink pleasure.
The vibration against his clit unleashed wave after wave of pleasure, rolling over his skin, making him shiver, making his nipples go hard and making him moan out loud.
At the same time, the feeling of the dildo filling his pussy was like dying and going to heaven.
As he writhed on Samantha’s bedsheets, trapped in his best friend’s body, gasping and wailing at the pink fire shooting through his clit, James thought he might go mad with happiness.
The orgasm came barely thirty seconds later.
One moment, James was moaning and squealing as the dildo worked his clit.
The next he was screaming incomprehensibly, letting out wails and high pitched gasps as a wave of gooseflesh unfurled across his soft skin, making every little inch of his body tremble with pleasure.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever. An eternity in which James was left dangling in space, unable to move, unable to think.
Unable to do anything except wonder if he was going mad in the most wonderful way possible.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, James felt the waves of his orgasm recede, a pink tide washing back out to sea.
As he came floating back down to Earth, he noticed that the bedsheets under his pert and hairless bum were soaked.
Oh wow… he thought with a goofy grin. I didn’t realize Samantha was a squirter.
The last of the orgasm drifted away. James turned the vibrator off. Let it slide out his pussy, feeling like he might start giggling and never stop.
He held the pink toy up, marveling that all eight inches of it had just been inside him. That the juices now running down its surface were from his new, female body.
Then, with a happy sigh, he collapsed on his side on the bed, gave himself a goofy grin in the mirror.
“Good morning, Samantha,” he sighed in his secret crush’s voice. “I’m so happy I could be you today.”
In the mirror, Samantha smiled right back at him.
James was surprised to realize he was getting used to seeing her reflection looking out at him.
*
It was nearly evening when James got the call.
He’d spent the whole day enjoying himself in Samantha’s body, doing things he’d never dreamed of doing before.
After masturbating with the dildo, he’d taken a long shower, sensuously rubbing soap into his heavy new breasts, enjoying their weight, enjoying the tender feeling of his nipples.
After that, he’d dressed himself in S
amantha’s clothes, delighting in the way her low-cut tops showed off his big boobs. In the way her tiny shorts left so much leg on display.
He’d even gone out for a walk around this part of town, shooting winning smiles at the stacked black guys who checked out his big ass, at the white guys who gave his swollen chest sideways glances.
As he’d walked, James had found himself thinking:
Imagine taking one of those guys back with me… Imagine letting them play with Samantha’s tits and then sucking on their big dicks and letting them fuck me like a whore…
The thought had been both frightening and deeply arousing. Something he was both scared of and desperate to do.
As he passed a tall, handsome dark skinned boy who gave him a secretive smile, James had suddenly decided he was going to do it.
With a forcefulness that surprised him, he’d stopped, smiled at the boy, leaning forward so he could get a good view of Samantha’s swollen tits.
“Hey, I’m gonna cut straight to the chase. I’m feeling super horny today, and I’m desperate for a fuck.”
Here he’d given a high pitched little giggle.
“Wanna come back to my place and treat me like a slut?”
Just saying the words had made James dizzy. A part of his mind had screamed at him that this was crazy! He didn’t want a dick in him!
But as the muscular 18-year old boy grinned down at James’s hot little body from inside his 6ft5 frame, James had realized that it no longer matter what he really wanted.
Today, he was Samantha, the girl he’d always wanted more than anything.
And he was determined to experience all her body had to offer.
And so James had found himself, not fifteen minutes later, passionately making out with a gorgeous man for the first time in his life.
The moment they’d got in the door, the boy had shoved James back against a wall, kissing him so passionately that James thought he might faint.
The boy had ripped James’ mustard top open, started kissing his tits, making James’ pussy instantly become wet.
As they made out like a pair of horny teenagers, James had unbuttoned the guy’s shirt. Whimpered with desire at the sight of his chiseled black pecs, hairless and strong.
He’d run his delicate hands along the guy’s thick arms, suddenly aware that he was a weak girl, utterly at the mercy of this random stud.