by Tina Majors
Oh no, I thought.
I had forgotten about this.
Candice had told me to pick a song and practice some dance moves to be used later. I assumed it was an exercise thing and kinda didn’t give it much thought.
What was I going to do?
“Oh dear,” Candice said, angrily. “It looks like the dumb bimbo has forgotten. Oh well, she’ll just have to improvise.”
With that, Candice pressed play on my sound system and on came a hip hop track with a booty popping beat. The men began to shout at me to twerk and move my booty for them!
What was I going to do?
I knew I had to do something as Candice had told me in no uncertain terms that if I didn’t perform to her exact demands, she would expose and punish me. Well, even more than she was going to anyway.
Well, I didn’t have much choice really, now did I?
So I crouched down and began to wind and jiggle my booty.
The men quickly got into it and began to cheer and call me all kinds of dirty names. I caught a glimpse of them, they all seemed to be getting pretty excited at what they were seeing. I could even see some of their crotches bulging!
Don’t underestimate it when I say: these were big men with big bulges.
Super big, super substantial trouser tents.
As I bounced and began making my booty clap in time to the music (hey, I was good at this!) I began to imagine their rock hard dicks bursting out of their pants.
I began to imagine my lips, my tongue, all over their bulbous dick heads…
I just couldn’t help it, it seemed so natural for me.
“Okay boys, time to show this girl what you can do,” Candice declared, licking her lips and giving my booty a slap.
I let out a moan, half in pain, her in pleasure from the spank.
What was happening?
Oh, Oh, Oh, so many hands all over me all of a sudden, big strong masculine hands all over my curvy, toned, feminine body.
Alpha male hands everywhere, and I mean everywhere.
I felt my ass cheeks being parted and a sudden spit of wetness on my puckered little hole.
This seemed to draw cheers from the men.
I then felt what I saw in the mirror as a butt-plug being eased in. It felt uncomfortable at first, but soon felt good. Then suddenly it felt even more than good when it began to vibrate, slowly at first and then quicker and quicker.
“Ooooooo-wwwwwwoooo-oooooooh!” I squealed, completely out of control at the sensations going through me.
I saw flashes going off, and cell phones being held up, red lights blinking on them, recording this spectacle.
The men laughed and cheered. I looked over at Candice, who was standing around me, moving around with her phone and recording my ecstasy.
“Look at you!” She declared. “A proper little slut enjoying her vibrating butt-plug!”
Then I felt myself being picked up by two men and placed over either side of the sofa back support.
The man behind me was a massive specimen called Johnson who I later found out was a professional boxer as well as being one of the leading investment brokers of his generation.
He wobbled my booty with his hand, reached over and tweaked my nipples, totally using my body for his pleasure. He then eased in his absolutely massive cock into my pussy and began to slowly at first pump in and out, fully utilising the girth and length that he had been blessed with.
It felt like I was being fucked by a God.
A powerful, angry god at that.
On the other side of the sofa edge and directly in front of my face was a man called Tyler. He looked a lot like the actor Idris Elba in that he had perfect ebony skin, a mature sophistication, a toned but substantial body, and as I was now seeing a truly spectacular alpha cock. As he pulled it out of his pants it bounced up and down for what seemed like an age.
“Show me how you take a cock babe,” Tyler said in a friendly, seductive, but above all authoritative way.
I wanted to please him and began to lick all around his dick head while pulsing my hands (yes, both hands!) around the length of his throbbing, veiny meat. Tyler approved and gave out positive moans and groans as I sucked and bobbed on his dominant cock.
Of course, as I worked on Tyler at one end, Johnson was pumping my pussy closer and closer towards orgasm at the other. I was struggling to contain myself but found myself going into a kind of autopilot, cock hungry mode where I was able to transcend the situation and just focus on pleasing my men.
My men!
It sounded so good to think it in my head, and it’s just as good to type it now. I really had found my calling in life, and all thanks to the gender swap serum administered to me by Candice. I looked over to her and in a breath pause from sucking cock, mouthed the words:
Thank you!
Candice nodded and smiled back at me.
By this point she was clearly super horny herself as she was being fondled and stripped by a couple of the other guys, one of them on his knees and nuzzling his face over the front of her tiny black panties.
At that moment I felt Jackson and Tyler both cum: Johnson into my pussy and all over my ass cheeks and up my back, and Tyler into my mouth, over my face, and into my hair.
This was too much for me and I just began to cum myself, squealing and moaning and even doing a feminine grunt myself.
I looked again at Candice, who was now being lifted and then impaled on a huge black cock that was as big as, if not even bigger, than the ones I had been taking. I felt myself close to passing out, certainly in a trance like post-orgasm state, and was happy for a rest as the men let me slide onto the sofa, totally spent.
This didn’t feel like the end though, not for that night and certainly not for my future as a super-hot, cum hungry, cock craving, sexy bimbo woman….
READY TO SERVE: GENDER TRANSFORMATION!
FEMINIZATION BODY SWAP
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
I’m not a big fan of cars.
I mean, I get that we need them to take us from A to B, so to speak, but I don’t really get the mentality of people who are obsessed with getting the hottest new car, the alloy wheels, the amount of turbo in the engine or whatever the hell it is.
Seriously, it’s all a bit of a crazy, pointless subject area for me as far as I am concerned. You can imagine then that when it comes to replacing a car, it’s something that I always dread because of the hassle involved in changing your insurance, setting a budget, getting something that is reliable and won’t break down as you take it to work on the first day of purchasing in. And of course there’s the whole process of going to the showroom to purchase the damn thing.
Those salespeople with their slick talk and fake friendliness. Such a pain in the butt, having to listen to them be all friendly and act like your long lost friend. They just want their bonus! They just want to make sure that they keep their manager off their back and their commission based salary as high as possible.
Sorry for the cynicism, but they don’t give a big God damn whether or not it is the right car for you, they just are all about looking after numero uno. I say sorry for the cynicism, but you know what, I’m not – in this case I think my cynicism would be better described as an accurate reflection of a situation.
Anyway, you can probably guess that it was time for me to get a new car and, yes, I would be needing to take a trip to a showroom to make a purchase. Well, I had a decent budget, a fair idea of what I was after as a result of asking around and doing a decent amount of online research. This, I thought, would make the process as quick and as painless as possible.
How wrong I was.
Anyway, I walked to the showroom and took a moment to compose myself as I opened the main door. There was no way I was getting suckered into any extra cover that I didn’t need, no way I was going over my set budget, and absolutely no way I was dev
iating from the sensible mini-saloon I had in mind when it came to car shape and practicality.
As I say, I thought that this would be a quick and painless process. The key word here is: thought.
I walked in to the showroom and immediately I’m off balance and out of sync as I realise that my shoelace has come undone. No doubt the hawkish sales executives will notice me tying them up and identify it as a sign of weakness, I think. I quickly did my lace up and made sure to tighten my other shoe’s lace too, don’t want a repeat performance of this fiasco now do I?
I looked around and it doesn’t appear that I was spotted, but there’s no way I’ll know so I make a note to myself to try not to think about it.
As I walked around the pristine, minimalist showroom I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to own a top of the range high performance machine, something with a beast of an engine, interior that would make the famous designer Versace swoon, and a price tag to match no doubt.
I guess it was unlikely I would ever have enough money to really go for it on a prestige motor vehicle, and when I say that I am talking about your Ferraris, your Bentleys, your fully loaded BMW cruisers. But I did wonder whether I would, or could, justify spending that kind of outlay even if it was financially viable for me? Was it an ethics thing?
I liked to think I lived an ethical lifestyle, the odd blip here and there of course as I was only human, but generally speaking I think I was a decent person who made careful, considerate choices based on morality and decency. Hey, maybe all that would change if I ended up with big bucks and a handful of time on my hands to let the real me come out?
Well, I didn’t think I would ever find out so stopped thinking about it and began to walk over to a reasonably priced mid level mini-saloon that offered reliability, decent resale value, and a medium specification on the interior features.
Taking a brief moment, I noticed that my mouth was a little dry. I didn’t want to walk over to the drinks table as I just knew that was an invitation for a member of staff to swoop down and begin the pitta patter of sales chatter that would no doubt have been honed to perfection to lure me in.
Instead of this option I took a packet of gum from my pocket.
Chewing gum causes the build up of saliva which while doesn’t stop you needing to hydrate (of course) it does actually stimulate an effect of liquid in your mouth, thus reducing the need to drink water or another liquid. The gum was a new flavour I had never heard of, but I liked the packaging so had decided to take a chance on (say what you like about the morality and intentions of advertising, but no one can say it doesn’t work!)
Well I was pleasantly surprised that the flavour – ‘mint mash up’ which contained eleven types of different mint leafs apparently – was absolutely delicious and refreshing.
I began to chew with gusto and not only was I enjoying the fresh burst of flavour, I could feel the salvia being produced in my mouth.
I had always been a fan of gum, although can anyone else remember how you weren’t allowed gum in school? Maybe it was just my school, but if you were caught with it you would have to hand over the remainder of the pack, spit out your current gum into the bin, and then face a stern talking to.
Of course, what I fantasised about certain teachers giving me as punishment I shall let you decide of course. Suffice to say, it involved a red bottom at the hands of the female sports teacher with the powerful physique and stern demeanour with a hint of sexiness on the side and a desire to dress me as a cheerleader.
Well, that is another story!
I looked at the car that was in all likelihood going to be my new vehicle.
The colour was pretty nice, like a plain metallic blue that held itself well against the other colours on display. I was buying from new with the idea being to sell on again before prices went down too much, and having done my research I knew that this was a car that held its monetary and resale value well. What this meant was that I needed to take into account that when it came to the time when I would be selling the car on, either privately or part exchange, I would be well advised to purchase a car with a non-offensive, fairly generic colour, thereby aiding the resale value.
Yeah, this is a decent colour, I mused, not really passionately but more matter of factly if truth be told.
I peered into the car’s interior and saw that the trim was efficient and unfussy, the stereo was modern looking and the dash was well blended into the space to the side of the steering wheel. The gearstick looked a little larger than normal, but this could have been to do with how it was positioned, and I did recall that in my research I had read something about this.
Anyway, it wasn’t such a big deal in the ultimate grand scheme of things now was it?
Looking at the rear of the cabinet I could see a reasonable amount of room, if a somewhat restricted headspace. Again, not a deal breaker either way, and after all it wasn’t being marketed as a large family MPV vehicle so what could anyone expect?
Yes, this was a decent car, one that would serve me well and not cost such a bomb that it placed any pressure on my finances.
It crossed my mind that it was a little odd that I hadn’t been pounced upon by an eager to please (or should I say: eager to sell, sell, sell!) sales executive.
Normally they would have been over before I could say ‘miles or kilometres to the gallon’, but I had been left alone for quite some time and could only assume that this would remain the case for the foreseeable future or indefinitely, depending on how you view time.
Suddenly, this situation had taken a quite unexpected turn. Something told me this wasn’t going to be a normal experience.
I looked up and saw the reason why.
Walking over to me was a rather attractive, if strict looking, saleswoman.
Let me describe her for you:-
Tall, maybe close in on six foot kinda tall. In her heels you could definitely say she towered above most people, men included. She had long blond hair that looked like it had been treated at a classy salon with all of the quality products that healthy and organic research could muster. Her skin was clear and vibrant, the makeup she did have was classy and subtle but perfectly drew attention to her spectacular cheekbones, bright white teeth, and also her luxuriously plump, but totally natural, lips. She had piercing blue eyes that seemed trained on me and ready to take control of this situation.
“My name is Jennifer, and you’ll be with me today,” She said.
Wait a minute, I thought, ruffled.
What did she mean I would be with her? Surely it should be the other way round?
After all, I was the customer and she was the salesperson!
As I was trying to process what she had just said, I found my eyes looking her up and down.
Wearing a skin tight business suit I could see that Jennifer had magnificent breasts, large and proud, underneath her tight white shirt. Her small waist was accentuated by an expensive looking belt with a strange, almost magnetically ornate logo on it. Jennifer’s hips were curvy and strong and blended perfectly into a pair of long, long legs.
I was speechless, practically drooling at the sight of this incredible woman. I was meant to be here to talk car purchases with some jerk, but now I was in an intriguing situation with this hot babe. What the hell was really going on?
“Okay, you can stop drooling now,” Jennifer said. “Follow me.”
And I totally did follow her, it didn’t even cross my mind to go against her wishes, not for one second even.
I thought she was going to walk into the office area to hard upsell me on buying a model just out of my price range but instead she walked through a door I hadn’t noticed before. The sign above his door read:
RARE TRANSFORMATIONS
Well, I didn’t even pause for thought and just followed her though, my eyes totally fixed on her magnificent backside, a real Jennifer Lopez kinda booty. I could feel myself getting a boner, the blood rushing from my head to my increasingly hard cock.
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nbsp; Then I found myself feeling feint.
What the hell was this? The hardest boner of all time or something?
As I walked through the entrance everything suddenly went black and I had the sensation of falling forwards and thudding on the ground.
**
“Okay, I think… is coming round,” I heard a voice say.
“Oooh, look, yes she is,” I heard another voice say.
Wait, they said she? But-
Well I felt myself returning to consciousness, but still a little dazed. I guess I could have misheard? Or they could have been talking about someone else?
Well I certainly had quite the shock – and that is putting it mildly – when I fully came round and found myself looking directly at a full length mirror, my arms and legs snugly bound and spread-eagled.
“Okay, pull the robe,” Jennifer said.
I looked to my left and saw a young, muscular, jock kinda guy next to me, wearing nothing but a small pair of red shorts (which, incidentally, had the same logo as Jennifer’s belt).
And with that, my robe fell off and I was so shocked at what I saw looking back at me in the mirror.
It wasn’t a mistake that they had called me she, because, because…
I now was a she!
I looked towards Jennifer, who smiled seductively back at me.
“Well, I suppose I better explain,” Jennifer said.
I was too shocked to speak, I could barely muster the comprehension to even nod my head to signal for her to go ahead with her explanation. I knew one thing though, my body was experiencing new sensations that I had never felt before, and I don’t mean bad ones either. Sure, I had collapsed mysteriously as a boner came on, but this feeling in my body now felt totally different.
“Okay, my real name is Jaxa, and I represent the Mvist Organisation,” Jennifer said. “We are actively recruiting converts to our radical plan to transform men into women. And not just any old women, but super hot, luxurious, horny women. Take you for example…”