by Tina Majors
“Please, punish me if you wish!” I proclaimed.
Without hesitation, I felt myself being picked up by Maxwell with the kind of ease that made me feel as if I must be as light as a feather. It was a huge turn on to feel my groin pressing into his powerful shoulder, the submissiveness of being thrown into a fireman’s lift only added to the growing wetness in my pussy.
Maxwell walked me over to the large sofa that overlooked the city.
It really was a spectacular view.
I didn’t have time to admire it though, as Maxwell began to rip and tear away my clothes. All without saying a word.
I simply lay there, totally submissively, ready for him to do what he wanted to me.
Then my mind and body went into overdrive as I heard the sound of him removing his clothes. Arching my head back I let out a gasp as I saw him towering above me, totally naked, his huge cock hard and bouncing up and down in excitement.
“You like what you see, slut?” Maxwell asked.
Except he wasn’t really asking. He knew full well that I absolutely loved what I saw. What happened next just came so naturally to me as I raised my naked ass up in the air, presenting it – and my glistening pussy of course – for my master.
“One question,” Maxwell said. “If I put my cock inside you now, you accept that you will be permanently a woman? Not only do you accept it, but you gladly, totally desire it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, without a second thought.
Maxwell wasted no time and grabbed me with his large hands, taking a firm grip of the sweet-spot of flesh on my thighs. He lifted me back towards him and then it happened.
Maxwell’s enormous alpha cock entered me.
I let out a long moan, my mouth opening up how all those women did on the porn I used to watch. I was in ecstasy as Maxwell began to pump in and out, calling my every variation on cum hungry, cock loving bimbo you could possibly imagine.
“Y-y-y-y-y-yy-yeeeeees!” I cried out, bucking my hips, withing around on his huge cock.
I began to cum.
Over and over and over.
I wasn’t sure if I could take it anymore, I felt myself going limp, totally unable to control my bodily movements. All I was doing now was just acting as a fucktoy for Maxwell to pump, albeit expertly.
Just as I thought I was about to pass out, I felt Maxwell take his cock out of my pussy. He flipped me onto my back and straddled me. I felt his weight on me, so manly, so powerful. I looked him in the eyes, and then raised my head a little, opened my mouth, and gave him a look that told him I wanted his hot, salty cum in my mouth and on my face.
I wanted to prove to him that I was devoted to him.
“Good,” Maxwell said.
Within seconds, Maxwell’s cum was indeed flying into my mouth, and I couldn’t help smiling, laughing almost, as it went everywhere across my face.
This was a spiritual experience.
As the cum slowed down, I licked and sniffed his ball-sack. I would never have actually thought that I would be in this position, let alone committing these acts.
I honestly thought they would always remain my fantasy, something to think about during late night masturbation sessions in front of my screen.
But not now.
Now it was my reality, and I loved it.
I also knew that there would be more to come from my relationship with Maxwell. After all, Tiffany had in fact mentioned that other people would indeed be involved.
I guess my time at the hotel was actually only just beginning.
But that’s for another time.
CAMPUS NERD TO BABE!
A FEMINIZATION GENDER SWAP ROMANCE
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
Now before we hit that steamy, seductive, and super hot transformation, let’s have a little peak at what’s to come…
With that, the Professor – who was showing a far steelier, more commanding side to his personality than I had ever seen before – passed me a sheet of paper covered in text, clearly a contract and disclaimer of some kind, with a space to sign at the bottom.
“What am I signing up for?” I asked. “I mean, what exactly am I agreeing to?”
“Well,” He replied. “Put simply, you will be offered the chance to completely transform you appearance, to become one of the women you see up on the screen. To live out all of those fantasies of being a cock hungry, cum guzzling, horny college senior who is ready to serve at a moment’s notice. Now stop being coy and admit how appealing this sounds!”
I knew full well that this did sound appealing.
There was no denying it.
I felt my rather small cock pulsing against my pants, hard at the prospect of becoming a woman with a hot, wet pussy. The irony!
My hand trembling a little, and without bothering to read the small print, I signed the form and handed it back to Mysteros.
“Good, perfect,” He said, taking the paper and placing it on the desk beside him. “Now, strip naked, all off, and then sit up on the chair.”
I looked up and saw the small chair that protruded from the front of the large computer unit. It looked pretty innocuous, a little futuristic maybe, what with the wires and the cables leading from its back into the mainframe.
Feeling myself blush, I took my clothes off. As I pulled my boxers down, I felt humiliated that my erection would be on display. Luckily, Mysteros didn’t seem too bothered by it.
“Don’t worry, that silly little thing will be a distant memory soon enough,” He said, laughing as my cock bounced around, being pushed to the limit by the continually alternating series of hot, mostly naked women up on the touch screen.
I then followed instructions and took my place on the seat. Mysteros fiddled around behind me as I waited.
What was going to happen?
I really began to wish I had perhaps taken more than a passing glance at the contract, or disclaimer, whatever it was.
Suddenly, I began to sweat. My heart was racing. I was panicking. Did I really want to switch from a man to a woman? I mean, sure, I had fantasied about it a lot, and at an ever increasing level, my fantasies getting dirtier and more and more explicit.
But did I really and truly want this?
“Professor, I’m not sure I can-” I said.
“Too late,” Mysteros replied. “The contract had been signed and is legally binding. You gave your full consent and that is simply the end of the matter. Now, when I press this button, the process will begin.”
Before I had a chance to reply, I felt a VR headset being placed over my head. The screen in front of my eyes was a blank, neon pink kind of colour. I heard the humming noise from the machine behind me intensify. Then gradually a vibrating effect seemed to be emanating from the chair and running through my body.
It felt weird.
It felt… kind of good.
“Now, you’ve seen the options up on the screen,” Mysteros said, clearly concentrating on something else. “Now describe to me how you would like to look in your new form.”
-end of preview-
CAMPUS NERD TO BABE!
A FEMINIZATION GENDER SWAP ROMANCE
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
It’s a hot day. You know the kind of day I’m talking about. You wake up earlier than normal, the sun is beaming in so hard it renders your curtains totally irrelevant, and you just know it’s going to be a sun’s out, guns out kinda day.
The beautiful thing?
This was one of those exact days and I only had one lecture to attend, a seminar by the eminent Professor Mysteros. Sure, his seminars were known for running over schedule, once by a rumoured two and a half hours, but from my own experience so far this semester they all came in pretty much on time.
In fact, I kind of liked his lectures
because he wasn’t afraid to deviate from the subject matter and take himself, and those in attendance, on a tangent – the kind of diversion that you just don’t see coming, but you always find compelling once you’re on the journey.
There was one lecture, something about the gender roles in pre-monolithic society or something like that where Professor Mysteros went off on a quite incredible tangent… just like I am now actually… yeah, I better get back onto the topic at hand.
So it was a hot day, my dorm room was heating up and it wasn’t even nine thirty AM yet.
I knew I had the Mysteros seminar in twenty minutes, so I figured that I should have a fast shower, eat a quick energy bar, grab a banana, and make my way across campus to the lecture theatre over in the Discovery Building.
Easy as apple sauce on a hot fruit pie. Or something like that anyway.
Once that lecture was out of the way, I would have a totally free day to catch some rays, loosen up, and get ready to party in the evening.
Hell, it was a party every day here, despite the academic attainment required to get into the college, but as it was a Friday it would be a super-charged party environment across campus in the bars and Frat houses.
That was all the motivation I needed.
I rolled out of bed and looked across to my roommate, Jackson.
He was fast asleep, snoring a little – not loud enough to have kept me awake, just a light hum. We liked to party together, but he didn’t have anything on today so had stayed out much later last night. I had been out with him until about eleven PM, sunk a few beers, nothing major. I just couldn’t do hangovers, they always knocked it out of me so if I had an early lecture I would always try and either avoid too much excess, or simply stay out and accept that I would be missing the next morning’s academic programme!
Well, if you can’t party in college, when can you?
Exactly.
But, I did always make sure to catch up via the intranet – I was here on a partial scholarship and knew I wanted to make something of myself. Study was important, just as much as the allure of the keg.
Anyway, back to Jackson.
I didn’t want to wake him, so was pretty quiet as I put a towel round my waist and made my way out of the room, and down the corridor towards the shower block.
I entered the shower rooms and was happy to hear the sound of… silence.
Yes, it was early enough so as the vast majority of students will still in the Land of Snooze.
This was excellent as it meant there was a full selection of shower cubicles to choose from, especially good seeing as my favourite, the one with the window view was free. I really enjoyed taking a hot shower while having a letterbox view of the campus cloisters. It always made me feel positive at the start of the day.
The other benefit?
Well, it meant that the shower will be running at full efficiency, both in terms of power and heat. Oh, this really did make all the difference. In my humble opinion, there only thing worse than a cold shower is a weak one.
Now imagine both cold and weak!
Terrible.
Honestly there isn’t much worse in life than a weak, cold shower. This is sadly what could happen when the showers were busy, not to mention people huffing and puffing, tutting and hollering for you to hurry up.
No, that wasn’t what I called a relaxing way to begin the day.
No, sir.
This early, empty shower was the perfect way to get my head in the game. I was so happy at the weather, and the prospect of a sole lecture, that the empty shower room really was the cherry on top of the Friday cake!
I walked into the cubicle and hung my washbag up on the small metallic hook. I disrobed and hung my towel over the edge of the metal curtain pole.
With a minimum of fuss – I had been practising – I twiddled the shower controls and got them in the perfect position for my ideal heat. I enjoyed a hot shower, not a scalding hot one, but something that really got me steamed up and feeling clean.
As I began getting myself freshened up underneath the hot blast of water, my mind began to wander. Peering out of the small window I could see some campus hotties making their way to the gym.
Well, I assume it was the gym as they were all in gym gear. You know the kind I’m talking about: super tight yoga pants, expensive Nike training sneakers, a tight-fit t-shirt.
Yeah, even from up here on the third floor I could see that not a lot was being left to the imagination. The women, seniors by the looks of it, all had brilliant bodies.
The kind of bodies men go wild for.
But there’s more – they weren’t all the same kind of body, far from it.
A couple of them had that slender, track athlete type of physique that is muscular, lean, and still curvy. Great, these were top of the line babes.
Another couple of the group were far curvier, displaying really explosive booties. You know, the kind of ass that can really twerk for that money?
Well, it goes without saying that even a brief glimpse of these women began to get my pulse racing. The fact that I was totally naked and in a hot shower probably added to it, but before I knew it I was as hard a rock.
I moved my hand towards my twitching cock and began to casually stroke it.
Damn!
The group of babes walked out of my line of sight and round the corner towards the campus health complex. Still holding my dick, I began to consider something that had crossed my mind more than once recently.
Was I imagining being with them?
Or…
No, it couldn’t be… could it?
There was a tiny part of me, call it my subconscious if you want to get all armchair analysist, that was imagining being these women.
Me? I had a kinda average body, nothing spectacular, and certainly not the kind of look that would get these babes interested in me on the regular.
Was my mind, on some level, telling me that I would therefore rather be them, than be with them?
Still hard, my mind began to bring up images of Jackson.
Now, he really did have the kind of All Star jock, Alpha body that these kinds of women would go for. He wasn’t just a dumb jock either.
Far from it.
His grades were off the charts and his prospects were equally as strong in terms of either academia or professional sports.
Quite a catch then.
I couldn’t help but continue to jerk, now quicker, as I thought about Jackson taking on these women. Fondling them, playing with them, having them all strip for his pleasure and present themselves to him.
This was getting weird.
I knew it, but I couldn’t help myself.
In my fantasy, the hot water blasting down on me, I imagined the women, all totally compliant to Jackson, presenting their soaking wet pussies for him and letting him choose.
My excitement building, I suddenly stopped as I heard the door open.
Shit, who was this?
I couldn’t risk getting caught masturbating in the shower – even from behind the supposed privacy of my private cubicle. There was a different atmosphere on campus since a couple of jerks got kicked off their course for being sexist. I didn’t want to get caught up in that, so decided it wasn’t worth the risk.
“Is that you dude?” The voice said.
That’s a relief, I thought.
I recognised the voice, Jackson must have woken up earlier than he had planned.
“Yeah, dude, it’s me,” I said, my hand guilty stroking my cock.
“Okay, bro, sweet,” Jackson said, stepping into a cubicle and turning his shower on.
I imagined the hot water cascading down onto his body, his perfect ebony skin glistening as he soaped himself up. It all got too much for me, I should have been jerking myself over the fitness babes, not imagining my roomie’s naked body in the shower and how any one of those babes would more than willingly get in there with him, get on their knees and put their lips around his meaty, thick cock.
>
Needless to say, I turned the shower to cold, cooled off, dried myself and made my way back to my room.
I had a lecture to get to and a day of sunbathing to follow.
Anyway, I thought. If I can’t entertain mental experimentation at an Ivy League college, then I shouldn’t be here.
“Because that’s all it is,” I said to myself, out loud. “Just a bit of mental gymnastics, nothing more, nothing less.”
**
I arrived at the lecture hall and was greeted with a shut door.
No, I wasn’t late.
Was I?
I checked my cell phone clock and saw that I was pretty much on time, maybe only a couple of minutes ahead of schedule – the lecture wasn’t meant to start for another five minutes.
It wasn’t as if I was too early either.
No, something was weird.
I could just feel it.
Then I saw a sheet of A4 paper pinned to the shut door. I walked up to it and began to read: No lecture today. Rescheduled for early next week. Emails will be sent.
Huh, okay, I thought.
I was a little put out – I mean, surely, couldn’t we have had a little advanced notice on this? I guess it could have been a last minute decision, but if that was the case then that should have been mentioned on the notice, along with some kind of apology.
Well, I wasn’t going to let this wind me up too much. Life is too short, right?
At this point, just as I was turning away, ready to make alternate plans for the day, I heard a noise. Like some kind of low hum, electronic sound.
Weird.
Probably nothing.
Certainly nothing to do with me.
But… the noise was in fact coming from inside the lecture theatre.
Something inside of me twitched. A nervous, curious sensation. I guess this could be something to do with why the lecture had been postponed? I felt as if, suddenly, I was less concerned with having an unexpected free couple of hours and was now far more interested in discovering the reason behind why the seminar was called off at such short notice. I mean, it was rare for this to happen.