by Tina Majors
Eyes darting, staying alert to potential rides, I scanned both sides of the road. Sadly, it seemed like it was such a quiet road I was unlikely to see a car at all, let alone a cab willing to stop for me. Suddenly, this didn’t seem like such a fool proof plan after all.
I looked up and down for as far as my eyes would allow, it really didn’t look like there was going to be a sudden surge of traffic any time soon.
This was not good.
Basically, unless I was willing to run the whole way, and get drenched in sweat in the process, I needed a cab, and fast. So desperate was I that I would even consider hitching a ride with a stranger, something I would never normally contemplate. With this in mind, I slowed my walking pace and continued walking.
Sure, things weren’t going well, but there was no way I was giving up, that just wasn’t what I was all about – and I wasn’t going to turn into a quitter now, even if things did seem a little stacked against me at the moment.
Things can always change, I thought.
Boy, was I was right.
No sooner than I had considered the option of hitchhiking, an incredibly loud sound approached me from the rear. I turned my head to just about catch the sight of a motorbike, a real hog, fly past me at what must have been at least 100mph.
Now, I’m no prude, far from it, but it was a quite outrageous speed to be traveling on a public road, and seemed like a quite blatant disregard for the speed limit.
I was not impressed.
But, that being said, I also had to admit that I felt kind of excited by it.
The sheer power of the vehicle.
The skill and control of the rider.
Well, I suppose you could say it conjured up all the classic images of the rebel without a cause, the hard riding, fast living biker and so on and so forth. I had never ridden a motorcycle though. Initially it was disapproval from my mother who had lost a cousin to a motorcycle accident when they were both teens.
Fair enough, experience does mould our beliefs and concerns.
Then after that, when I could have just gone ahead and learned as an adult, I think I just never really had that passion, time, or will to actually go out and learn. Maybe it was an inherent conservatism, maybe I just wasn’t that bothered about using this form of transport. But, I still retained an interest, a certain curiosity, for this mode of transport and the related culture that went around it.
Anyway, the motorcycle now fading into the distance, I ambled on, continuing my walk.
Then, the noise of the powerful, multi-cylindered engine grew again.
Wait.
No.
Yes.
The motorcycle was heading back in my direction.
Maybe this was some kind of time-trial or test drive? Maybe an underground initiation test?
Who knows.
But the motorcycle ripped and roared back my way.
What happened next though shocked me.
Instead of flying right past, it actually began to slow, then make a mid-road u-turn, gradually easing off the speed until it pulled up right next to me, and then across my path.
What was going on?
I was about to find out.
**
The motorcycle pulled up alongside me, bringing itself to a halt directly in front of me. I couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated, I must admit.
I looked at the man sitting on the bike. This was no average Joe or corporate worker bee.
No, this was a rough and ready, clearly very well built, alpha male. He’d have to be to be able to handle this powerful a machine.
I must confess, I was speechless.
I continued to stare, my mouth a little open, taking in this man. No helmet, just long flowing blond hair. His cheekbones were prominent, his jaw strong and masculine. His t-shirt rode high on his arms, revealing a variety of tattoos, not to mention bulging biceps and shoulders that clearly could lift more than I could ever even contemplate.
“Hey, quit staring and tell me where you’re headed,” The man said. “Come on, I ain’t got all day.”
I hesitated a little and then spluttered something about needing to get to a meeting.
“Sounds super boring,” He said. “But, I’ll give you a ride. My name’s Pryce by the way.”
“Okay, sure, thank you,” I said. “Pryce, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but could we stop over the road and grab a quick drink?”
“We don’t need to do that,” Pryce said. “Here, try this. You seem like the kinda guy who goes for this type of drink?”
Pryce reached into his pocket and took out a fairly small bottle of pink, fizzy liquid. Well, I was thirsty and just needed to quench my desires, so I just wnet for it, drinking the whole thing in one go.
“I guess you’ve answered my question,” Pryce said. “Now hold on, baby, we’re about to fly.”
Baby? I thought.
I didn’t have long to think about this odd seeming choice of words though as before I knew it we were ripping up the road, flying along at an incredible pace.
Instinctively, I gripped Pryce around his waist. I could feel his hard abs underneath his t-shirt and before I had time to contemplate this, I found myself giggling a little.
Suddenly everything began to feel a little surreal.
“You like what you feel, huh?” Pryce said, briefly turning his head to face me. “Well, here’s the situation. You’ve had a drink of what we in the gang like to call Change Juice. We tend to find that beta men like you prefer life when taking a more feminine role so we developed a drink that lets you do just that.”
What the hell was he talking about?
I yet again found myself giggling, happily listening along instead of challenging him. I mean, I felt great. The deep hum of the motorcycle engine was sending incredibly pleasurable vibrations up through my body.
I found myself leaning in harder on Pryce, slowly moving my hands up his t-shirt, over his naked abs, over his pecs, his nipples.
“Easy, girl,” Pryce said. “You don’t want me swerving off the road do you?”
I giggled again, my laugh more high pitched than the last time.
What exactly was going on?
“Woah, looks like it’s happening fast for you, you must be extra suitable,” Pryce said. “Okay, I’ll explain now and you can make your choice. Change Juice will transform you into a woman for the next 24 hours. I mean a full body transformation. Big ass titties, perfect bubble butt, hot, wet pussy. Sounds like something you might want? Just say you’re into it and I’ll finish the process for you right now.”
This was crazy. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I mean… I couldn’t go through with it could I?
I had an appointment to get to…
What would be expected of me? What was the catch?
I barely knew Pryce at all. And who was this gang he spoke of?
No, I couldn’t.
Could I?
Then it happened, I blurted it out.
“Please, Pryce,” I said, my voice now a kind of bimbo twang to it. “Please make me a woman. Make me your woman!”
“That’s what I like to hear!” Pryce shouted.
With that, he took my hand and worked it down to his crotch. I could feel what was a huge, hard cock inside his trousers.
“More of that later,” Pryce said. “But for now, take this and swallow.”
He put my hand in his pocket and I took out a small vial of pink juice, this time a little brighter than the main drink I had consumed minutes earlier. I didn’t hesitate and downed it one.
It wasn’t long before I felt my eyes closing a little.
I felt Pryce attach a kind of belt around me that held me tight to his impressively broad and toned back.
My eyes shut and I felt totally contented against his warm, masculine body.
What would happen when I woke up, I could only imagine. Surely it couldn’t be any wilder than my day up to this point. Could it?
**
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nbsp; I could feel myself coming around, slowly but surely. Opening my eyes I was greeted with unfamiliar surroundings. Wood panelling on the walls, posters of pin-up girls not wearing much, a large gun mounted on the wall and a huge brown leather chair behind a messy desk.
Where the hell was I?
What the hell had happened…
Then it began to rush back into my head, what had happened when I accepted the ride with Pryce.
It had felt like a dream, a strange, crazy, but somehow totally erotic dream.
But… it was actually reality?
I was trying to figure everything out, regain my sense of self after what had felt like an epically deep sleep, when it struck me.
The change.
Had what Pryce had offered – and I had accepted – come to pass?
I looked down and all became clear…
I sprung up from the sofa I had been sleeping on and after getting my bearings I walked over to the large mirror that was propped up against the wall in the corner of this makeshift office.
I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing staring back at me.
Let me describe it now.
The woman staring back at me was the absolute classic big breasted, small waisted, curvy pin-up girl that adorned the walls around me.
Was this real?
I found my hands moving towards my – yes, my, breasts. Running my fingers over the nipples I marvelled at how the hardened immediately, sending shivers of pleasure over my body.
I continued by squeezing each breast in turn. They were large and stuck out directly from my smaller frame. I guess they were perfect titties for a bimbo, just like Pryce had spoken about.
I jiggled my shoulders a little and watched as my tits jiggled up and down, side to side. I felt so feminine, so slutty.
Moving on from my breasts, I ran my hands down my smooth, slim stomach. It was nicely tanned, soft but with a firmness underneath the surface. Even doing this was causing me to feel incredibly hot, my body telling me to keep going, keep exploring this incredible change that I had undergone.
Placing my hands on my hips, I gripped at the soft, juicy edges of my new female thighs and lifted, then let go, delighting myself in how there was an incredibly seductive jiggle there too.
A thin strip of dark pubic hair led down towards my pussy. I couldn’t hold back any longer, moving both hands down towards my, by now, pulsating and wet hot pussy. I began by using one hand to work my clit, the other hand using two, then three, fingers to move in and out – ideal preparation for the cocks I would no doubt be taking sooner rather than later.
I had almost forgotten about my old life as a pretty straight down the line square man already. This was just crazy.
I was like an animal in heat, rampant in my sexuality.
Without even thinking, I was now lying on my back, totally working my pussy, pushing my nipples up towards my mouth and sucking on them, hard.
I began to moan out loud, totally oblivious to the fact that moments earlier the large door had opened and I had an audience.
“Well I see it didn’t take you long to get comfortable!” Pryce said, standing tall, looking as powerful as I remembered from the bike journey.
“Oh my god!” I squealed, kind of giggling.
My voice! I realised that I was now in possession of a very high pitched, dizzy kind of bimbo voice.
I went to cover up my exposed body, but struggled to know where to cover or how to do it. I hadn’t been a woman for long after all.
Pryce laughed, walked over to me and gently but firmly kicked me over so that I was now lying face down on the floor.
“Just want to check out that ass,” Pryce said. “How about you give me a little shake? Let me see what you’re working with?”
“Yes, of course, sir,” I said, shocking myself with how subservient I was.
Without hesitating I found myself beginning to shake and pop my ass, raising and dropping it. I could feel that my pussy was being exposed too. It felt great. I hadn’t been far from cumming when Pryce had interrupted me and now, even without stimulation, I was finding my pussy was beginning to send orgasm signals all over my body again.
It was such a huge turn on to be exposing myself like this, working my meat for a big alpha male, doing exactly as I was told and being the perfect subservient female.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Pryce said. “You’ll be putting on a show later, and I don’t want you over exerting yourself now.”
A show?
Who for?
I wasn’t sure I could go through with something like that, it just seemed like another huge step on what had already been a pretty dramatic day for me.
“Now, how about you show my what you can do with your mouth?” Pryce said.
I knew what was coming.
I didn’t need to be told twice and I got on my knees directly in front of my master and opened my mouth.
Let undid his belt, his jeans drop, then went to pull down his tight white underpants.
“Please, sir, let me,” I said, instinct taking over again.
Pryce smiled, clearly pleased with my initiative.
Needing no further guidance, I pulled down his white briefs and was hit directly in the face by his large, thick, pulsing cock. It really was a monster, so much bigger and more potent that my cock (that is, when I was a man and had one – albeit a small, wimpy excuse for one compared to Pryce.)
Steadying myself, I gripped his cock in one hand and brought it down to my mouth. My lips were plump, wet, ready to accept his bulbous dick head.
But before I took the whole length, I cheekily teased him by kissing, then licking the top, swirling my tongue around, planting kiss after kiss.
Everything about this seemed so natural to me.
I was in heaven, I just couldn’t deny it.
Sensing though that Pryce wanted me to get on with it, I eased his dick into my mouth and sucked and jerked, slurped, licked, bobbing my head, focusing on getting the one thing I now wanted more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
It didn’t take too long either.
Soon I felt Pryce’s hot cum bursting into my mouth.
I pulled my mouth off and aimed his cock onto my face.
I wanted to be covered in his manly seed.
I wanted to smell it, taste it, be totally consumed in his masculinity.
“Well, I really did pick a good one!” Pyrce roared, clearly overjoyed with how his blow job had gone.
“Thank you, sir,” I said, my face covered in his cum, every last drop I could get from his incredible dick.
“Now, remember when I said about a show later on…” Pryce said, offering me his hand, picking me up as if I weighed less than a feather, and walking me over to the sofa with him.
Things were about to get a whole lot wilder. I had a feeling that the cum I could feel dripping down my face wasn’t going to be the last hot cum I would be experiencing today.
But what happened would exceed any possible expectations I could have had.
I walked into the supermarket and felt like I had been in there before. I mean, sure all supermarkets are essentially the same, aren’t they? But I actually felt a kind of deja-vu sensation that was quite odd.
Hey, these things happen, I thought.
I decided to get on with the shop, not only to shake off that weird feeling, but also because I knew that I would be expected back pretty promptly.
It was a superstore, the largest in this chain’s size of store, and I felt like I could easily get lost amongst the many myriad aisles of products ranging from home essentials to food, and all the way up to pharmaceuticals and clothes.
The evolution of these stores from food stores to catch-all mega emporiums really was something. I know some people hate them, and it is undeniable that they have hurt the mom and pop stores, but I was kind of a fan.
All the basics of shopping under one roof.
As someone who wasn’t all that keen on spendin
g hours in retail hell, it kind of appealed.
So I turned and decided to hit the fresh fruit and vegetable section first. Suddenly I realised that it was a little later than I had realised and decided that I was need to move around the shop as quickly as possible.
Or face the inevitable consequences if I was late back.
I thought the best way to get around the store in the most efficient way would be to plug in my earpods and get a good podcast on. I always found that when I needed to focus on a menial task that still required a bit of low level focus over an extended period, a good way to keep my mind active was a podcast. I listened to a variety of different kinds, from true crime to architecture, and from music to film and television.
I believe this is what is known as an eclectic selection.
Well, variety is the spice of life as they say.
Sometimes, and I know this might sound absolutely crazy, but I would pick a podcast at bedtime knowing full well that I would drop off to sleep within minutes.
See, I had a restless mind at bedtime, and simply by putting the podcast on it distracted my mind for long enough that I would drop off to sleep. But if I didn’t listen to a podcast on one of these restless nights, I could end up being awake for hours, desperately trying and failing to get some shut eye.
Crazy how the mind works, isn’t it?
I sometimes wonder what people did before podcasts.
What did they listen to?
Well, I suppose the simple answer is that they listened to the transistor radio – which I suppose was actually the exact equivalent of the podcast back in the day.
Am I wrong?
I suppose the radio didn’t offer the same degree of instant choice, but to those who relied on it, it was probably pretty decent and provided some entertainment.
Well, my shop was normal – but now it was time to get out and complete my shop, pick up one or two items from other stores, maybe chill if I had a moment to spare, and then head back.
The weather looked like it was taking a turn for the worse. I looked up to the sky and saw that the cloud formations were indicative of rain. This was not good news.