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Reborn
by Obsessive John (obsessive_john@live.com)
quick edit by AB-2008
***
A man is given what he has always "secretly" dreamed
of. (MF, tg, reluc, 1st, rom, fantasy)
***
Author Note: All publicly recognizable characters,
settings, etc. are the property of their respective
owners. The original characters and plot are the
property of the author. The author is in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of
any media franchise. No copyright infringement is
intended. In other words I wrote this story and it is
completely 100% fiction Don't have unprotected sex
either unless you want to get aids and die.
***
Part 1
John was a lonely boy. Gangly and not to attractive.
Thin in most places sort of wide in the hips, and no
more than 130 pounds at 5'5". Not someone girls dreamt
about as they slept. Just yesterday John had his 18th
birthday. Unfortunately for John he did not have a
party. No drinking, no music, nothing. Few people even
realized John existed. In fact he only had 1 friend.
His name was Brett. Now Brett was a very popular boy.
Brett was 6' 220 pounds, making him pretty big. Brett
was Quarterback for their high school team, very
muscular, tan, a broad chin, pearly white teeth making
a great smile, and his family was very well off. All
the girls wanted him. Why he was friends with poor John
was a mystery. They just had similar taste in things it
seemed. They had fun together at least so no one really
thought about it to hard.
It was 3am when John woke up. He was sad. He really
wanted to have a great birthday party yesterday but no
one liked him. It was his body he was sure of it. Why
do I have to be so small and thin. If I was a girl I'd
be considered attractive. John was still a virgin, and
did in fact want to have sex with women. Although John
did frequently dream of what it might be like to be a
woman instead and make love to men.. Possibly even a
good friend of his. Should he have been born a girl
that might have been possible. With that John drifted
off to the illusion world of sleep once more, and of
things that he desperately wished was true.
It was a nice day today, John thought to himself. I
should go see what Brett's doing, maybe he'll want to
hang out. Maybe go downtown with me. John and Brett
loved to go to all the small shops there. You could
often find many interesting things in those creepy,
dusty places usually run by older foreign people.
Chinese mostly, but a few others as well. John dialed
Brett's number, ring, ring. "Hello," said the voice on
the line.
Hearing Brett's voice made John smile, he really loved
the way his voice sounds, "Hey Brett what are you doin'
today?"
"Not much just sitting here smoking some pot watching
football" said Brett. "Want to go downtown, check out
some shops with me?"
"Sure Johnny boy, now?"
"Yea right now, I'm pretty fucking bored here." John
told him.
"Alright, I'll meet you down there in 15, I just need
to finish this joint first," said Brett as he exhaled.
Easy enough John thought. Brett doesn't usually turn
down an invitation to hang out with me.
To bad for John he didn't own a car so he had to bike
it. Fifteen minutes after his talk with Brett, out of
breath John arrived at their usual meeting spot. The
corner of 4th and main. No significant reason why this
was their spot, just had a bench so whoever got there
first had a place to sit to wait for the other. As John
pulled up on his bike, Brett was already there. This
was no surprise since Brett did own a car. A corvette
of all things, his parents did in fact spoil him.
"Hey John," Brett waved him over.
"Damn Brett you always beat me in that damn rich boy's
car."
"Aww John don't be so jealous, you know I'll take you
wherever you need to go if you just give me the word,"
John smiled at this, it was true, Brett was a good
friend.
Four hours, and 8 shops later John and Brett sat down
on the curb to rest. John not having bought anything,
having very little money admired Brett's purchase. They
had stopped at a sport collector's shop where Brett had
purchased an old Red Sox hat signed by Babe Ruth. It
was an amazing deal, it only cost $300 dollars, which
for Brett was nothing. Brett felt bad however, John not
having any money to buy anything.
"Ok one more store and I have to go skinny," Brett
taunted John.
"Alright pot head, lets hit this Chinese store, I hear
there is some cool old shit in there. Han Dynasty's
finest artifacts." That's a little much for a name
thought John, dumb china men should stick with
something a little shorter that's easier to remember.
This was one of those traditional old shops. They
walked in, the bell on the door rang in greeting as
they entered, also an alert for the owner. A thick
layer of dust on many of the items inside, obviously
untouched or cleaned for years. Among these were old
Chinese weapons, long spears with blades, old suits of
armor covered mostly in rust.
"Holy shit look at this thing, I could cut your head
clean off John! Swipe! There would be blood
everywhere." Brett took one of the spears with the long
blade on the end off the stand and started swinging it
around playfully.
"Brett, knock it off, after smoking all that pot you'll
end up killing me on accident." This quickly brought
over the shop keeper.
"Please, please boys you no be careful you get hurt!"
"Sorry guy, I'll put this thing down just relax," Brett
told the very stressed out Chinese man.
The Chinese man had a granddaughter near him very
curious to what the two strange boys were doing with
these spears. She took a few small steps closer to the
boys as they had been playing with the spear. After the
sudden command by her grandfather the larger boy had
went to put the spear back in fear of being in trouble.
Brett didn't see it coming at all. He turned around
tripping. The spear and its large razor sharp blade
falling in a path that would take the little girls head
off.
"Nooooo!" John thought as he lunged for it, grabbing it
fractions of an inch before it would have decapitated
this sweet little Chinese girl.
Everyone was speechless. The old man went to grab and
tightly hug his beloved granddaughter. John and Brett
couldn't speak. There was fear of going to prison in
them for what almost happened. The old man suddenly
turned around and stared at John. "Thank you very much
sir, you saved her life."
With the old man took out some small glass bottles
wrapped in twine with a note folded between them. "You
take this as gift from me for saving her life, no
charge."
Ten minutes later the boys were back at their corner
still nothing to say. "Lets not tell anyone about this
John."
"Alright, I don't need to let everyone know we almost
killed a little girl today." John said.
"What did that guy give you anyway John? They look like
a couple shot glasses or something."
"I dunno man, its probably just trash anyway,
everything else there was."
"Listen, I appreciate what you did catching that spear
before what might have happened. I want you to have
that Red Sox hat I bought."
"I don't know Brett, that hat cost 300 dollars, that's
a lot of money."
"Don't argue with me and just take it you deserve it,"
Brett assured him."
With that John took the hat and the two friends went
home separately for some quiet time reflecting on the
days events. John got home just as the sun was setting,
went to his room and laid down. He was not able to
handle stress well and it wore on him quickly. It
wasn't long before he fell asleep.
3am. John saw his alarm clock.
"I can't believe I slept for so long," said john in a
groggy voice. Why the hell is my leg so cramped he
thought? John reached down and fished out of his pocket
the reason for his legs discomfort. Two glass
bottles... John unwrapped the twine separating them and
setting them down on his desk.
Carefully unfolding the note, since it looked like it
could shatter at any time. John finished this examining
the parchment carefully. "The Green will give you what
you desire, the blue will return things to the way they
were."
John normally would have just thrown them away, but for
some reason, the look in the old Chinese guy's eyes
maybe told him not too. "What have I got to lose anyway
right? I have no friends, no money, who cares."
John examined the green bottle and wondered what would
happen. "Is it going to make me taller and more
muscular?" With that he opened it and downed it in 1
swallow.
The effects were almost immediate. John had never felt
so much pain. It just hit him suddenly, like a truck
going 70. Worse yet it was all focused in his abdominal
and genital area. He couldn't stand it he pulled his
shirt and pants off making himself naked. The pain was
almost unbearable inside him, like he was going to
explode. His virgin dick burned like it was on fire.
Watching it, were it possible. It started to shrink!
"What the FUUUCK IS GOING ON!?" John's scream did not
bring him any relief. His penis kept shrinking away,
disappearing completely. His testicles safely inside
his scrotum joined his penis in a similar fashion.
"What is happpeeeniing to meee...?" Then the pain
lessened somewhat. John felt an expanding feeling
between his legs, and a slight ripping of flesh. At the
same time he notices his chest expand as if he were
growing breasts, and he was. They stopped at a nice 36C
cup size. Then as quickly as it started, it ended.
Laying there naked with his new breasts and a dull ache
between his legs, John was quiet. He lay there for
quite some time recovering.
Hours and much emotional turmoil later, John reached
down with his right hand to rub the aching between his
legs. He had never had a feeling like this before.
Slowly his hand went down to explore his bald area that
his penis had disappeared into. Sadness filled him
until he noticed it. Two lips and another entry open
into my body. "I have a pussy!?" John shrieked.
"It must have been that green potion! Is what I really
wanted was to be a girl?" There was no other reason,
other than it had been a trick of some kind. Why would
that old man trick her after she saved his
granddaughter's life? John resolved to ask the man the
next day. For now though she wanted to explore her new
body. After all she had never had the chance to touch
one before.
John's skin was on fire, she had been experiencing many
new feelings in such a short period of time. What it
was like to have breasts, to have a vagina, and also to
get to touch them for the first time. All at once. It
was fantastic. John started rubbing her vagina with her
right hand which was already down there. Not
understanding how to handle woman parts he did what his
male brain would have told her when she was a man.
She inserted a finger slowly into her new pussy very
slowly. It felt very warm and kind tight. Meanwhile
John used her other hand to massage the nipple on her
new left breast. She grazed it at first, pinched it
slightly. This paired with the finger in her pussy
caused something to happen. Her body suddenly got very
warm, her nipples hard, and she was very wet between
her legs before she knew it.
"Oh my god!" thought John. "This is the most divine
feeling I've ever experienced. My pussy feels so good,
yes I love having my finger inside it, shoving it in
and out."
John continued to finger herself for some amount of
time before she managed to have an orgasm. Later she
would know this was not a real orgasm, compared to
things to come her way.
John passed out after this new experience. It was all
to much for her new body and weak mind to handle. The
night quickly turned into day when John awoke. BUZZZ
BUZZZZ John's cell phone was set to vibrate obviously
and made an obnoxious sound underneath some plastic
that had landed on it.
She got up padded over to her phone in her sexy new
body, hips swaying back and forth (that by any mans
standard begged to be bent over and have some hard
flesh inserted) as she walked to the nuisance and
answered, "Hello. Oh hi Brett what's up? Uh yeah sure
ill see you soon."
John hung up the phone. Damn she thought, Brett invited
her over to his house to watch the football game that
was on today, Packers vs. Vikings and smoke some ganja.
I forgot about this body for a second. What would Brett
say? I cant let him know he'll make fun of me. Maybe he
should this is very strange.
John went to the bathroom to get ready, she took a
shower, still a little weird with this body but having
decided to give it a fair try. There was something very
natural and desirable about having it. Inexperienced as
she was to washing a woman's body, she just lathered
her entire body and rinsed it off. Enjoying the spray
of the water on her erect nipples, she dreaded turning
it off and getting out. There would be time for fun
with them later tonight when I get home she thought
excitedly to herself. A thin line of fluid running out
of her vagina at this thought.
John stepped in front of the mirror to brush her hair.
She was shocked when she first viewed herself. She
still looked like her, him or whatever. Like John, but
something was different. She seemed a little shorter
maybe 2 inches or so. Her Hair had tripled in length
and was now down to her shoulders. A long brunette
color that seemed to reflect the light very nicely.
There was also something about her facial features,
somehow more feminine it was hard to comprehend for
poor John.
He also noticed he had no facial hair and no need to
shave. This was a plus however for she despised shaving
her face anyway. "I can tie up this hair for now and
wear that hat Brett gave me, but what am I going to do
about these tits? Oh! I can wear one or two of my old
shirts I use to wear when I was little, they are tight
and should hold them down nicely."
After John had put on the tight undershirts holding
down her tits she dressed normally. Using some string
she had in the house, tied her hair up in a pony tail
and held it up onto the top of her head and put the Red
Sox hat on. "Not bad if I do say so myself. I know I
changed but will Brett notice the more feminine look to
me? Or that I'm a little shorter? God I hope not I
don't need everyone knowing I've become a woman
somehow. I'd probably get locked up in some government
lab."
With that John went outside got on his bike and rode to
Brett's. It wasn't long before he was at Brett's door
and knocking. Boom, boom resounded the door. "Get the
fuck in here John, I'm to fucked up to get the door."
Damn he must have been drinking too, he sounded pretty
far gone thought John. Good for me anyway less likely
he'll notice I'm a little different.
John went in and found Brett in the living room, laying
down on his couch. "Hey John, 'bout time you got here,
these fuckers are kicking the Pack's asses. 14-0 can
you believe that shit?" He seemed to barely be able to
get the words out of his mouth, like he was completely
drunk or stoned by now, John couldn't tell which.
"That's shitty, the Vikings suck. How the fuck are they
beating the pack anyway Brett?"
"I dunno man I have been having a hard time paying
attention anyway I'm pretty wasted. Hey if you want a
beer or something there are a lot in the fridge, go get
em dude."
With that John with that sexy walk she got over night
walked past Brett into the kitchen. This is something
Brett did not miss. He wasn't sure what it was but
something was different with John and he was strangely
aroused thinking about it.
***
Two hours, many beers and 2 bowls of pot later. Brett
very out of it , barely conscious in fact and John
almost as bad sat there. The game over just music
playing. The two had ended up on the couch together to
smoke the pot.
Sharing a bowl is the way to go with Brett. The two
friends sit there side by side. John much more
conscious of what's going on than Brett turns and looks
at him. My god he was beautiful. I've never really
noticed how good looking he is. I really wish I could
see under his shirt. What the hell am I thinking
thought John. This is my friend Brett, a MAN.
I'm not gay, so why do I feel like this? During these
disturbing thoughts John's body starts reacting as she
admires Brett's body. Nipples hardening, her tight
unused pussy moistening. Finally John realizes, it must
be this new body. The hormones must have changed making
me attracted to men now. Its so weird, but I cant help
myself. He is so sexy, I really wish I could get him
between my legs, it would feel so good.
John looked at Brett he was halfway laying down with
John sitting on the far end of the couch at this point.
"Is he even awake?" John slowly knees down on the floor
and slides up so she was near Brett's hips on the
couch. "Brett" John whispers loudly. She then pokes him
softly in the side with her small petite hand. No
response.
"He must really be out."
John, at this point out of control forsaking his good
sense, mainly because of the alcohol and pot slowly
starts to slide Brett's Shirt up his delectable, woman
pleasing body. Up his shirt went, revealing a very nice
set up abs all very defined. Up farther some very, very
sexy chest muscles. Large enough to bench press 3 of
me, she thought.
John didn't know why but this was making her very wet.
Brett is still not responsive, laying there dead to the
world. John reaches her little feminine hand down the
front side of her pants and rubs her pussy. She needs
to relieve some of this sexual frustration from looking
at a god of a man's body. How she could have never
realized this as a man was beyond her.
Just looking at him made her want to orgasm. After a
couple minutes of rubbing her pussy her mind started
thinking about more. I do have a pussy, Brett has
something to put in it. I so do want Brett's cock deep
in my pussy. John had a lot of thoughts that would
normally have disturbed her but seemed so natural now.
Slowly she took her hand from her newfound pleasure
pot. She took both hands and very slowly unbuttoned
Brett's shorts and unzipped them. Even more slowly she
starts pulling them down. "Wow, no underwear, how lucky
am I?"
Finally after what seemed an eternity, her prize is
revealed. The most beautiful thing she's ever set eyes
on. Brett's cock. A sight to behold. It had to be five
inches long as it was. Just slightly hard as if the
motion from lowering his shorts had aroused it. With
one hand john touches it, wrapping her small fingers
around it. It feels so wonderful in my hand I wonder
what it would feel like in other parts of my body.
By instinct John lowers her head onto Brett's semi hard
cock. Slowly she parts her lips accepting this miracle
of life into her mouth. She lets it slowly push her
lips apart as it might if he were pushing it into her
pussy. Inch after inch it goes in. John lets her tongue
taste it, explore it and feel its texture. Around the
base of his cock head she runs her tongue along the
crevice savoring the flavor of his skin, wishing she
could taste his cum. Brett's cock responds almost
immediately by such loving attention. It grows inside
her mouth, expanding, hardening... His cock had to be
at least 9" long. John could no longer keep it all in
her mouth and had to pull away.
She sat back and admired it using her hands to rub it
up and down. Imagining it inside her, thrusting and
eventually ejaculating. These thoughts caused John to
shudder. However this thought still seemed to disturb
John a little, but the female hormones, combined with
the alcohol and pot drowned out those unwanted
concerns. All that was important here was this
masterpiece of a man and this life giving meat pole
protruding from his torso.
Thinking with her new wet slit John's patience was
wearing thin. She could not stop herself any longer.
Slowly she released Brett's cock, and stood up. She
took off the Red Sox hat, dropped it on the floor.
Untying her hair and letting it fall to her shoulders.
This was followed by the rest of her clothing and the
tight t-shirt holding down her ripe new tits. Her
nipples sprung to life, snapping out nipples hard,
begging to be sucked on. Her feminine body aching to be
fucked, she gave in. Her body was in command now not
her conscious mind. She straddled Brett on the couch
trying to be as careful as she could not to disturb him
to much out of fear of waking him, and preventing her
from completing the act. Aiming her steamy wet pussy at
his cock she lowered herself.
Down, down and onto it. Slowly It parted her labia and
slid inside just a fraction of an inch. A pleasurable
moan escaped John's lips. Slowly inch by inch, the
inexperienced pussy slid downwards. Slowly and very
enjoyably she was soon fully impaled on his cock. The
feeling was indescribable. Having this thick cock deep
inside her pussy was something she couldn't comprehend.
How could this feel so good and so right? Slowly she
rose up an inch and came back down. "mmmhmmmmm" John
moaned, not intending to have let that escape her lips
so loudly.
Brett seemed to stir, from the movement and sudden
pleasure in his baby maker of a cock. "Sarah, what are
you doing?" he mumbled. He must think it is some girl
he used to fuck. Wanting to take advantage of this she
started fucking him. Up and down very rhythmic and
steady. Enjoying the feeling of Brett's cock pushing
fully into her moist channel.
"Yes! Yes!" John almost started yelling being filled
with this lovely thing, pushing her body down hard on
it, trying to get as much into her as possible every
downward thrust. Her juices started to run on him.
Every time she came down onto that dick she could feel
her pussy juice on her ass that had run onto his legs.
Brett must be having dreams of drowning with all this
liquid on him.
Suddenly Brett opens his eyes and looks at John. Part
of him understanding it was John, his *male* friend, or
at least supposed to be male, friend. The rest of him,
the large majority saw the woman, the pink slit
swallowing his hardened prick.
Brett suddenly reaches his powerful arms around the
very small weak John and stands up, kneels down, never
once dislodging his cock from her nursing tunnel.
Laying her down on her back he gets on her missionary
style and starts fucking her like this is the last fuck
he'll ever have. "OHmygod! Oohmygod!" John moaned.
Brett's cock pistoning in and out of her pussy like
lightning. Girl juice spraying everywhere as Brett
pounds into her. John reaches her arms around Brett's
head pulling him close and shoving her tongue into his
mouth. Brett returns the kiss hungrily, greeting her
tongue with his own. Never once stopping the thrusting
into John's miracle of a pussy. John doesn't understand
what's happening to her. She feels a strange feeling in
her vagina. Her pussy walls tense up, like they are
trying to grab onto Brett's cock, like they don't want
it to escape.
A warm feeling fills John.
Suddenly with her clasping pussy walls grabbing onto
Brett's cock, She feels it hit something hard in the
back of her cum receptacle. She doesn't know what but
it feels good. Suddenly, this warm throbbing feeling
explodes in her pussy. Her first real orgasm. A feeling
she never would have believed possible.
Uncontrollably her pussy starts to spasm. Squeezing,
and releasing around Brett's pistoning hard on. The
male part of brain signals to Brett that this is the
time. He in return loses control could that be possible
at this point. He slams into John's pussy, cock to her
cervix. Then as if it were planned by god, He erupts
into her right as her pussy clamps down onto his life
giving rod, causing many thick ropes of cum to spray
her depths. Little is able to escape her thirsty womb.
Her cervix drinks in his cum into her womb like it had
been dying in the desert of dehydration. Gulp, gulp.
The orgasm shakes them both, as Brett holds his hard on
deep inside John giving her womb that most precious
gift.
John controlled by his desires and his new body as a
woman forgot about birth control and never stopped to
think that she could now get pregnant. Read the next
part to learn more of John and Brett, and the new
addition soon to come.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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