by Tina Majors
Anyway, I opened the door and my jaw nearly hit the floor. I was stood, in my new form as a super hot curvy babe wearing only quite a flimsy bath robe in front of a muscular, young, six foot two black guy wearing a tight red t-shirt and bright yellow shorts.
Yes, he was a delivery guy but he was not at all what I was expecting.
Let me describe a little bit more about the pure specimen of masculinity that was inches away from me.
His shoulders were broad and looked like he could lift more than his own bodyweight with ease. In a classic triangle shape, his torso narrowed down into a smaller, tight waste. I could see from how tight his red delivery guy t-shirt was that he had a rippling chest with clearly defined and protruding abs.
His shorts were tiny, scandalously so. They cut into his muscular thighs that weren’t too big, no fat on them at all, but the muscle was certainly impressive.
Now for the bit that got me literally licking my lips.
His crotch.
The bulge was large, long, and would have been visible from the other end of the corridor let alone from the close proximity I was standing.
And you know what?
He knew I was staring.
Indeed, as I licked my lips he smiled and did the same back to me, his eyes giving me the once over.
I felt my pussy throb.
I was so wet I was worried I would start leaking right in front of him!
He handed me the package and I signed for it, my face blushing and trying to avoid eye contact.
I passed the electronic signing machine back to him and then when he didn’t move anywhere I did something that I couldn’t quite believe. Something so crazy that it almost makes me cum now, telling you about it. I undid the soft belt on my bathrobe and let it the robe drop to the floor.
I stood in front of the big alpha male for a moment and let him take me in.
I then turned around and walked towards my large soft sofa and bent myself over it, taking care to spread my legs and twist my large, curvy, full booty as high in the air as I could.
Then I waited.
I heard his footsteps approaching behind me. Then I felt his large strong hands grab my hips. I attempted to move but he was so strong I simply couldn’t move at all unless it was he wanted to allow me to do.
Then I felt a sharp slap to my ass.
Then another.
And another.
I yelped out in pain, but the kind of pain that you really enjoy.
“You like being spanked slut?” He asked. “Answer me!”
“Yes, yes I do,” I replied.
“Yes you do… what?” He asked, a little annoyed sounding.
“I like being spanked, like a slut,” I said, trying to please this big strong stud.
“Good,” He replied. “You’ll call me sir, too. Now get ready.”
And with that I heard him unzip his shorts.
Then I felt it.
I felt what could only be described as a giant banana rubbing up and down my thighs, around my butt cheeks, over my now exposed puckered asshole.
I let out a whimper of pleasure and fear and pushed back a little on what must have been his dick head.
“Now time to put this pussy to the test,” He said, his voice firm and commanding, but also clearly aroused and delighted to be about to get himself off.
“Beg for it, slut,” He commanded.
“Please sir I said, please fill my tight little pussy with your thick black cock,” I begged.
“Yeah, that’s perfect,” He said. “Now, here we go slut.”
He began to go, at first easing it in and out and then building up speed, really hammering away at me like I was his personal sex doll, cumdump bimbo slut.
He was powering away on me, laughing as he told me what an obedient little thot I was.
He pulled on my hair a little, grabbed and slapped at my tits, really he was using me for his pleasure and his pleasure only, but this didn’t stop me enjoying the experience myself.
I began to feel my legs going, shaking, twitching.
This feeling began to cover my entire body and I felt myself bucking and bouncing totally out of control and wildly.
I was squealing and moaning, making long guttural, animalistic noises as the inevitable moment approached.
Then as I orgasmed I felt in heaven. My body as a man had never experienced this before, and it was a magical and all-encompassing experience I immediately knew I wanted again and again and again.
I then felt my sex god black stud pull his cock out, soon followed by feeling his hot cum land on my ass, my asshole, and all up my back.
It felt incredibly degrading and sexy at the same time.
My moans had calmed down now and I was almost purring.
I felt sleepy.
I heard the sound of the delivery man pulling up and zipping his shorts up. He gave my sweaty ass a playful slap and I could feel him writing his number on one cheek.
“I hope you are happy with your service today, slut,” He laughed as he walked out of the apartment before he added, “Any more deliveries needed to that juicy little cunt, just holler.”
I knew I would, just like I knew this was the most natural thing I had ever done, despite how unnatural the experience might seem to some.
I felt a warm, satisfied feeling as I rolled myself off the edge of the sofa onto the floor. I closed my eyes and fell asleep, more content than I had ever felt in my entire life as a man.
I looked over to the mirror just before I passed out. I was the perfect blond all American girl and I had just been taken by a pure bred black stud.
My fantasies had come true, I couldn’t have been happier if I tried!
SWAPPED: NOW TWERK FOR THE MEN!
FEMINIZATION GENDER TRANSFORMATION
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
I tucked in to my crunchy vibrant salad and managed to clear the plate in approximately six minutes.
Now, it was a really rather large plate of salad, I can say with total honesty probably the biggest plate I have ever eaten. What made this salad so plentiful?
How about this for a list of mouth watering ingredients:
Crunchy baby gem lettuce: check.
Couscous: check.
Hummus: check.
Tomato, kale, onion, wild mushroom, black beans, African spice water, raw peppers, runner beans: check, check, check, check, check, check, and check!
Did I miss a ‘check’?
Who cares, I am sure you catch my drift and I am sure you will agree that this was a plate destined to end up absolutely ravaged. I would need all the energy too, because it was my first day working out at a new gym.
I had always been into fitness but had suffered an injury six months ago that had kept me out of the game for several months. And as a double whammy, during my period of enforced absence, my gym chain had closed down as a result of poor financial management that saw it overpaying on its rent to such an extent that the chain’s whole deck of cards collapsed.
Talk about going for sort term gains resulting in long term gains.
Well, as I say, this would be my first day at the new gym I had signed up for. It was a fairly expensive gym, certainly not the cheapest but not the most expensive either. I had seen decent reviews for it online and was impressed with their commitment to long term success and a sustainable, injury free future for its consumers.
Also I liked the leisure facilities there that included a steam room, Jacuzzi suite, and relaxation room.
As I drank down a glass of cool, cool water, I felt pretty satisfied I had made the correct choice in my new gym. I looked at the clock that was situated on the front fascia of my wall mounted over and was surprised that I was running a little late. I was a stickler for time and prided myself on good punctuality, so you can imagine that I did not want to be late to my induction session at my new gym.
/> I finished my beverage and loaded the empty glass and clean plate into my sleek dishwasher (there wasn’t enough stuff in there to warrant putting it on for a wash, but I guesstimated that by bedtime it would have accrued enough) and picked up my coat and gym bag and left my place to head for the gym.
Little did I realise how this was going to play out – and how vital each minute I was late was going to become!
**
I walked out of my apartment and towards the elevator that would take me from the third floor (of seven) down to the ground floor lobby area that would take me out on to the street. I then realised, much to my chagrin, that I had forgotten my gym shoes.
I knew my bag felt light and this was the reason for why.
Well, anyway, at least I had realised now rather than when I was at the gym. Still, it was annoying because I was running late but it had happened now so the only choice was a super fast about turn and grab the training shoes.
I walked back to the apartment and opened the double locked door, made a quick grab for the trainers before the alarm was set off, and shut the door behind me.
My journey to the gym could now begin in earnest.
I took a sip of water from my sports drink bottle (a high end one that keeps the water at a good temperature – not too cold and not too hot) and pressed the button to hail the lift up to my floor. I got in the lift when it arrived and it was a smooth transition down the ground floor, not picking anyone up, so it was a fast journey that took less than a minute.
I was still a little late, but had the impression that I was making up good time.
As I was leaving the foyer, a delivery man asked if I could sign for a parcel.
This annoyed the crap out of me.
Couldn’t he see that I was late?
Well, anyway, I signed it and watched as he placed it on top of the communal mail lockers. Fair enough, I thought, good customer service that. Delivery guys often get a bit (understatement alert!) of a bad rep for being late, rude, unhelpful. But this guy, by placing the package on top the individual flat’s locker had actually made the best effort to ensuring that the parcel was received.
Doing a thorough job is important to me and I think when I see that same credo being applied by others that my faith in humanity is restored.
But I digress, I was still late and no matter how good this guy’s customer services was, I still desperately needed to go the extra mile to get to my gym induction on time – and not so much go the extra mile, but run it in double fast time! I walked towards the door and left the building.
**
I walked around the corner from my apartment building and towards the private carpark at the rear.
I swiped my door fob and gained entry to the covered carpark. I walked past some pretty impressive automobiles: a couple of Porsches, a couple of large Mercedes, and even a Maserati sports car that redefined what a contemporary sports car could be in terms of its confident mix of sleek looks and practical usage.
My car was a bit more modest, a company car Mercedes A-Class that was full of the nice features, ran well, was easy to park… the only downside being its somewhat garish bright red metallic paint job.
So I guess you could say that while my car didn’t look out of place, it didn’t exactly stand out amongst the other cars either.
Anyway, I walked up to my car and clicked on the key fob to open the boot (or trunk as my American colleague Boff would insist on calling it!) and put my sports bag in there as I didn’t want it rattling around in the car as I drove.
I sat in the front seat and turned the engine on.
The engine purr was respectable and demonstrated good torque for this size of car. I carefully pulled out of the carpark at four miles an hour and gradually increased my speed as I made my way down the side road and then onto the main road that would take me towards the gym.
I used voice command – a feature that I had resisted for a long time for some reason – and put on some music. I requested a playlist called ‘Pump Up Das Jam’ which was full of upbeat tracks designed to psych up even the most reluctant gym goer. I cannot even attempt to lie, some of the tunes were proper cheesy, the like of STEPS and even a bit of the Backstreet Boys.
Weird what gets you motivated to burn calories eh?
Don’t get me wrong, there were some proper naughty tunes on there too, some of the clubland hardcore classics from top DJs like David Guetta, Judge Jules, and dronk-beat revivalist Max Pumper.
Well, it takes all sorts and life is a bit of a variety box isn’t it?
As I put the vehicle in cruise gear, I maintained a steady speed as I pulled on to the street where the gym was located.
It was a normal looking street and I curiously searched for access to the gym carpark. I found it and pulled in confidently through the normal sized entry. I parked my car in a decent sized space that had no cars either side of it (always easier this way) and opened my door to get out.
As I was looking for a spot I had noticed a group of three women walking towards their car, a large SUV with black out windows. Well, I assumed it was their car. The thing that interested me most though was two fold:
One: They were all a certain type to look at. Classic work out bunnies in tiny, form fitting grey and multi coloured work out clothes. You know the kind where almost nothing is left to the imagination? Yeah, that’s it.
Two: Despite looking super hot and like the kind of women who obsess over their image, they all looked a little dishevelled, like they had been having an incredibly vigorous workout and not had time to shower and re-do their makeup afterwards.
I stared at them momentarily and it crossed my mind that…
Had they just been….
No, they couldn’t have…
Well, anyway, I guess I would never know.
I had some STEPS blazing and quickly turned it off out of embarrassment. I looked at my watch and saw that I had made up a bit of time, but was still a bit late. I walked out of the carpark, up the internal stairs, and into the gym reception area.
**
As I entered the reception area the weirdest thing happened. A sales rep, a hot blonde with magnificent, and not to mention large, breasts put her hand across me.
“Um, hey?” I said, a little confused.
“Hello Sir, would you like a free sample of this new supplement?” The woman said in response.
She held out in front of her a small paper cup full of a purply-pink, thick viscose liquid. It looked weird, but the smell was oddly intoxicating and appealing.
Hell, I’ll give it a go, I thought.
It’s not as if there are any serious side-effects I assume, I continued to think.
The gorgeous blonde looked at me quizzically and expectantly. She arched and eyebrow, winked, and lifted the cup to my mouth, mere millimetres away from my lips.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, affecting bravado when in reality I was a little perplexed.
I swallowed the substance in one go. The flavour was okay, like a kind of salted Starburst chew. Which I recognise is an odd thought for a flavour, but there you go, it was what it was.
“Well, thank you,” I said, about to make my way past the woman.
I noticed her staring quite intensely at me and I found it a little off putting.
Sure, she was a babe but this was beginning to feel like a bad trip.
Beginning to feel a little dizzy I felt my legs start to wobble.
“Perhaps you should come with me for a second,” The woman said.
She took my arm and led me into a side room.
As we were walking, I became conscious that my hearing was off kilter and my vision blurring. I just about saw and heard her turn around and say something to the receptionist. I think she said…
“I’ll have her ready in thirty minutes, maximum.”
What was going onnnn…..
Blackout!
**
I came around to the sight of a large fan breezing its c
ool air onto my body. My eyes were still shut but the sensation of the cold air felt different somehow.
What was going on?
As my eyes opened I looked down and….
This couldn’t be happening…w-w-w-w-what the fuck?
I was in complete an utter shock.
What the hell-
Directly beneath me were two large, round, dynamite titties, exactly the kind of tits I would usually be ogling on a woman. And not only that, but the cool air from the fan was making the nipples, or should that be my nipples, harden and tingle, sending a shiver of pleasure all around my body.
This couldn’t be happening-
I continued to look down, too shocked to say anything.
I could see a small waist and a smooth and flat stomach, totally hairless.
Then beyond that I could see a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair shaped into a rectangle. Leading on from that I looked down and saw… well, I couldn’t believe it… glistening, swollen pussy lips.
I was in shock, there was no other word for it. Total and complete shock.
I wanted to speak. I wanted to know what the fuck was going on.
I looked around the room and sure enough the pneumatic blonde sales rep was sitting there, smiling at me. I tried to speak but when the words came out it didn’t sound like me at all. You see, my regular bloke voice had been replaced by what I could only describe as a perfect bimbo airhead voice.
“W-w-w-what?” I squealed. “Please tell me what the-“
And at that point I passed out again, just as the blonde woman was walking over to me, her large breasts jiggling underneath her tight purple and yellow sports top.
**
I came to again, this time as a result of water being splashed in my face.
“Right,” The woman said. “We haven’t got long to get you ready so I’ll keep this brief. Your workout aid was actually a new serum we’re developing at the parent company of this gym. Basically, our major gym users are rich, entitled, sophisticated men and we have a deficit of women. You sir are one of the lucky early adopters. Yes, that’s right, the serum has changed you into a woman.”