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Pills
by Karen Albright (address withheld)
***
A guy who likes to cross-dress but knows he can't "pass"
in public takes a pill. (MM/M, oral, tg, cd, prost,
fant)
***
PROLOGUE:
Medical science has come a long way. Gene splicing and
gene manipulation are now commonplace in the medical
community, and everyone has reconciled the ethical
implications of such actions. As techniques became more
effective, and faster acting, research accelerated into
simpler methods of producing these substances, and
faster delivery of the various agents of change within
the body.
In this arena, a number of organizations operated at the
edge of the ethical envelope. They created products that
traded much like narcotics, through a black market.
The result of this distribution was that the products
were not well tested, or monitored, and little was known
about the potential side-effects of their use. Money and
greed became the driving force, as long as a market
existed for the substances.
The most popular items were anabolic steroids that
accelerated muscle growth, and improved athletic
performance and appearance. Even the existing
sophisticated testing methods could not detect some of
these items. In women, drugs that increased breast size,
while reducing overall weight, traded freely on the
streets, with huge profits for the dealers. The
potential market for these substances in all walks of
life made the old cocaine trade seem small.
In this market, one could find treatments that could
impact everything from their intelligence to their
sexual allure. One can only imagine what was actually
going on in the private homes of most normally sedate
people.
THE SALE
As I walked onto the darkened street, a cold shiver ran
up my spine. The neighborhood was run down, with
abandoned buildings in every block. Vagrants, addicted
to almost anything you could imagine, huddled in
doorways. I was afraid!
I had been at a bar with friends the previous night, but
it was not a normal bar. I am, you see, inclined to
cross-dressing during my own time, and this bar was
frequented by many of the "sisters." Because of my
relatively large build (160 pounds on a 5'6" frame), I
could never successfully "pass" in public, but I did
enjoy talking with those who could. Back in my
apartment, I had a complete wardrobe that I always wore
when home, but I had never left the building as anything
but a man.
One of the "girls" had been talking about a rumored new
substance that was a short term, gene altering drug. It
was expensive, but it caused short-term bodily changes
that gave men female characteristics. Effectively, one
could become a woman for a day.
As someone who could never pass in public, I was
attracted to the idea, and listened carefully as she
talked about meeting a large, heavyset man in a poor
part of town. His price was too great, but he bragged
that his new "treatment" was worth everything that he
was asking.
As a long-term bachelor, I had some extra cash, and
decided that I would try to contact this man. I listened
carefully for further discussion about him in the bar,
but no one else seemed to have contacted him. With
little to lose, I thought, I set out to find this
mysterious man. This search led me to the dark street I
was now walking apprehensively.
Every sound startled me, and every movement seemed
ominous. I could not understand how a man as large as
the one I was looking for could possibly hide, so I kept
on walking. I even asked a couple of prostitutes if they
knew of such a person, but they denied knowing any such
man, so my first night was unsuccessful.
The next night, I resumed the search. As I passed a
particularly crowded and dark alley, I heard a gruff
voice call out "Were you looking for me?"
I looked, and saw a vague shape behind a stack of boxes.
Fearfully, I turned into the alley, and walked toward
the boxes. "Who are you?" I asked.
"That is of no concern to you," he replied. "If you want
the new gene converter, I am the only source in town."
As I neared him, I could see his huge size, and his
unkempt appearance. "What does this substance do?" I
asked.
"This is my greatest success," he replied. "I have
created a substance that will change a man into a woman
for a day."
"How fast does that happen?" I asked.
"Overnight," was the answer.
"How can you prove that it works?" I asked.
"You will have to trust me!" he replied. "Would you like
to try some of it?"
"How much?" I asked.
"$500 for one dose," was his response.
$500 was a lot of money, and I only had $300 with me
that night, so I replied, "I can't afford that much. All
that I have is $300."
He paused for a moment, and then replied, "That'll have
to do, I need money now, so I guess you're in luck."
Quickly the transaction took place. "I have included a
sleeping pill so that the discomfort of the change will
not bother you." he commented as he handed me a small
envelope, and then walked off.
Once home, I sat down to figure out what I had just
done. I now was $300 poorer, but I held in my hand the
possibility of something I had always dreamed of, being
a woman, and the risk of some unknown side-effect that
no one could imagine. What should I do? What would I
look like after the change? Would my existing wardrobe
fit since it was purchased to fit my male figure? What
would it feel like? What could go wrong!!
The pill was supposed to last for only one day, but I
was unsure about that fact, I concluded that I needed
two days to try it. I also did not want to do it over a
weekend, because too many people would be around the
apartment, so I planned to take two days of vacation,
the upcoming Thursday and Friday, for the actual change.
Now I had to wait two days to see what would happen.
THE FIRST PILL
Wednesday, I could hardly concentrate on my regular job
as an accountant. I made numerous silly errors as my
mind continually strayed from the task at hand, and I
made up an excuse to leave a bit early.
At home, I took out the pills, and placed them on my
dresser, as I contemplated what might happen. I decided
that I wanted to awaken in the dark so that I could feel
the differences before I saw them, so I cleaned up my
dinner quickly, showered, and got ready for bed at about
8:30 PM. My only concession to what was going to happen
was that I put on a long, silk nightgown from my
wardrobe after the shower. I then took the two pills,
set the alarm for 5:30, and got into bed. My mind was
racing, and initially, I could not sleep with
excitement. The sleeping pill soon took over, and I fell
into a deep sleep.
***
The alarm went off, and I turned it off. I remembered my
decision to try to feel the differences first, so I
rested back on the pillow for a second. I felt very
different, but I could not decide what felt different. I
waited for a moment, and then decided to get up.
It was completely dark as I moved my legs out from under
the covers, I could feel the familiar smooth feeling of
the silk nightgown against my legs. So far, nothing
different. My legs reached the edge of the bed, and I
turned and sat up.
Immediately, I could feel a strange new motion on my
chest and back. I could feel the extra weight of
breasts, and a brushing against my back from long hair.
I almost reached up to touch my breasts, but remembered
the decision to feel all differences first.
The more I sat up, the greater the weight felt against
my chest. It was a strange pulling against me as I stood
up, and I paused. without going further, I could feel
hair resting against my back, and motion in my chest.
I turned slowly, savoring the sensation of something
giggling on my chest, and began to walk toward the light
switch.
With each step, my new breasts moved so slightly, with a
delightful new sensation. They began to rub against the
smooth silk of the nightgown. I became aroused, and a
warm sensation spread from them. My legs felt the silk
moving around them as I walked, and I began to get more
aroused.
In the dark, I could only feel new sensations, and the
sensations were wonderful, but very different. Instead
of the urgency of an erection, I felt a warmth spreading
into my abdomen as I walked. As I reached the switch and
turned it on, the light flooded the room. I could see a
slight, small hand on the switch, and I immediately
looked down. There were two very large breasts jutting
out from my chest.
From all of my past dressing up, I was used to seeing
breasts, but the sight of real flesh, instead of an
artificially filled bra, aroused me even more. I could
not wait any longer to feel them.
As I reached to touch them, they seemed to be bigger
that the false ones I had been using. The feeling
against my hands was soft, but the return feeling from
the breasts themselves was wonderfully soothing. My new
nipples felt erect against my palms, as I felt huge
breasts in each hand. I was becoming more aroused.
I quickly turned toward the bathroom, and felt them
giggle and rub against the nightgown. I walked into the
bathroom, watching them move as I went.
As I looked into the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised.
The woman looking back was very attractive, with long
red hair. She was the same height as I had been, and was
"pleasingly plump" to use a worn phrase.
I almost tore the nightgown off in my haste to explore
further. I was a woman! I had a definite figure,
although I could lose some weight, an attractive figure
in fact, and now I could see the red thatch between my
legs.
My hand moved reflexedly to my crotch. My fingers
explored further, and located the expected slit. They
probed inside, and I felt an electric feeling as they
touched soft, moist skin inside the outer folds.
Everything was there.
I was elated. My greatest dreams had come true!
I looked again into the mirror. This time more
critically, and I was still pleased with what I saw. A
rounded face with fine features, large pendulous
breasts, wide hips, slightly heavy thighs. Still, not a
bad looking woman. I was becoming more aroused each
minute.
I walked back into the bedroom, and sat on the edge of
the bed. Now I could sense the different feelings due to
my large hips. My hand ran down to my now moist slit.
Again I felt the excitement as I touched the moist skin
inside the outside folds. I lay back on the bed and
continued exploring.
The sensations raced through me. My arousal increased as
I massaged myself more and more. I could feel the
tension increase throughout my whole body. The waves of
pleasure began to wash over me, and I moaned. My arousal
was unbelievable. I could remember the feelings I had
had as a man, and these were so totally different that I
was amazed. The pressure of an erection was replaced
with an increasingly pleasurable feeling, and increasing
warmth and moisture between my legs.
I kept my fingers moving, and quickly experienced an
orgasm unlike anything I had ever had before. I almost
screamed as the tension released, and the pleasure raced
throughout my body. What a feeling!!!
I lay still for a moment, and then slowly stood up. I
still had a whole day to look forward to.
I walked slowly to the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of
movement in my breasts, and started a hot shower. As I
climbed in, the new sensations of the water hitting my
breasts aroused me again. It seemed that I was almost
continually excited by the new sensations I felt. I let
the water play over my long hair, and then washed it
thoroughly. As I washed myself, I could not keep from
rubbing between my legs, to the point that I experienced
another overwhelming orgasm.
I dried myself, and then realized the difficulty of
drying the long hair. I did not have a hair dryer!
A quick search located a small room fan, which I set on
the dresser, and used a comb to get my hair in front of
the air stream. That did not work, so I put it on the
floor, and bent over, with my hair hanging down. Now the
air moved freely through the hairs, and I could easily
see my huge breasts hanging straight down.
Once dried, I began looking through my feminine clothes.
The first thing that I got was a bra. It was a 34B,
which seemed very tight over my new breasts. I adjusted
it as best I could, so that my shoulders took the
weight. Next came bikini panties, which were too small
for my large hips. The panty hose was also very tight
around the hips and thighs.
All of the dresses fit, but not well. They were too
tight in the hips and breast, and loose around the
waist. I finally found a skirt and blouse that seemed
acceptable. None of the shoes fit. They were all too
big. A pair of sandals finally seemed acceptable.
It was apparent that I would need more clothing if I was
to do this regularly, so I finally got enough courage to
leave the apartment to buy some. I could not drive with
my male license, so I walked to a nearby bus stop, and
took the first bus to the shopping mall. The mall was
big enough that I thought I would not be noticed.
Much to my surprise, no one seemed to notice me. One man
offered me a seat. "Thank You" I said, and I was shocked
at my high voice as I spoke for the first time.
At the mall, I spent some time in the lingerie area, but
with none of the funny feelings I had experienced doing
it as a man. I found that I needed a 36 C bra, and size
14 clothes. A woman helped me get cosmetics, and a man
in the shoe store caused me to chuckle as I crossed my
legs, and he tried to look up my skirt unobtrusively.
In the dress shop, I enjoyed trying on dresses, and
finally picked one that was inexpensive.
It was now afternoon, and I quickly realized that my day
was more than half over. I needed to plan for the rest.
A light lunch at a fast food chain, and I continued to
walk in the mall. The feeling of being a woman was
arousing in itself.
Here I was, doing my fondest wish, and feeling perfectly
normal in doing so. I even enjoyed the occasional glance
from men as I walked past them. I needed to lose some
weight I decided.
The afternoon passed as I walked into various woman's
shops to try on items that I could nave never tried
before. Needless to say, a bikini swimsuit looked bad on
my "plump" body, but other suits looked better. I tried
a tight sweater and mini skirt, and was excited by the
result. This was really fun!
As dinner drew near, I walked into a nearby restaurant,
and sat at the counter. Soon, a man sat next to me, and
commented about by bright red hair. I could not ignore
him, so I hesitantly talked to him. The longer we
talked, the more confident I felt.
I excused myself, and took the bus home. There I changed
into my new clothes, and put on makeup. The result
reflected to me in the mirror was very good. The red
hair set off my face, and the makeup. The darkened eyes
standing out. I excited myself. I did not think of
myself as a man dressed as a woman because I was a real
woman.
I had decided to try a singles bar that night, so I took
another bus to a bar in the business district near my
regular office, and hesitantly walked in.
Inside, I saw a number of my fellow workers, relaxing
after the business day. One of them, a particularly
attractive man with whom I worked closely, was sitting
alone at the bar. He always talked at length about his
exploits with women, and this was a perfect opportunity
to prove them true, or false. I walked up to him, and
sat beside him.
"Hello, John," I said.
"How did you know my name?" he replied.
I smiled and mentioned the name of another bar that I
knew he frequented. He seemed to smile, and began to
talk.
He was, indeed, a smooth operator. He spoke well, and
knew how to draw attention to his positive traits. I
played along to see what would happen.
After two drinks, he said, "Let's go for a walk."
"Okay," I replied.
He stood up, and offered me his arm, which I quickly
took. It was a strange sensation, walking arm-in-arm
with a close friend, but I enjoyed it. In fact, I became
warm and moist between the legs as my arousal increased.
We walked a short distance, and he offered that his car
was nearby. I thought that I had little to lose, so I
agreed.
He drove quickly in the direction of his house.
"How about a drink at my house?" he asked.
"Sure, I would like that," I replied.
He smiled, and quickly parked in front of his apartment.
It took me a second not to climb out myself. "Be
ladylike" I thought to myself, even if for a short time.
We walked into the building and up the stairs. He opened
the door of his apartment, and I preceded him through
the door.
Inside, I turned to him, reached out to him, and kissed
him. He responded immediately. I had wondered if kissing
a man would bother me, but it did not. After all, I was
a woman! I thought that I should have as much fun as I
could while this was going on. I had nothing to lose.
The kiss was passionate, and long. He released me and
silently led me to the bedroom.
Inside, I took the initiative, undressing him first. He
kissed me, and I felt his hands unbutton my dress and
push it off my shoulders. Next he removed the straps of
my slip, and pushed them both to the floor. I felt the
weight on my chest as he unhooked my bra, and then
removed it.
I was hot and wet!
His kiss continued as he reached up and held my breasts.
This was an entirely new sensation, that aroused me even
more. I felt him hold them, and lift them, then he
rubbed the nipples. I began to moan.
I pulled my panties and hose off, and we both fell to
the bed.
His hands were all over my body. My arousal was
unbelievable. Each touch increased my pleasure.
He kissed my breasts, and then lowered himself to my
crotch.
The pleasure was intense as I sensed the light touch of
his tongue against the lips of my cunt. It wiggled, and
I moaned. He was an expert. He nibbled my clit and
licked the inside of my cavity. The feeling of something
moving inside me was intense.
I moaned repeatedly, and finally shuddered as I
climaxed.
We rolled over, and I took him in my mouth. I licked
him, and enjoyed it immensely. I felt the rough, ribbed
texture of his penis as I kissed it, and moved my mouth
over it.
"Save me for you" I heard him say, so I rolled onto my
back again.
He climbed onto me, and I felt his huge prick probing
between my legs. It found the opening, and he entered
me. The feeling was unbelievable. Better that I had ever
imagined. The feelings of his huge member, moving inside
of me, were intense as he pumped in and out.
My sensations were increasing quickly as I tried to
squeeze his prick, and I began to moan. Suddenly, I felt
him spurt inside me, and my climax happened instantly. I
had never felt such intense pleasure before.
We finished, and I rolled into his arms. What an
experience!
Suddenly, I felt a strange tingling in my body. A look
at the clock indicated that it was 11:30 PM. Like
Cinderella, I was facing a change.
I told him about an important meeting the next day, and
began to dress. He got up, and offered to drive me home.
"No thank you," I answered, as I left quickly. The
tingling was increasing.
In the dark, I felt less exposed as I took a bus home.
There I showered, and felt some reduction already in my
hips and breasts. I dried myself, put on a nightgown,
and went to sleep.
***
I awoke to my alarm at 5:30 again. I had forgotten to
turn it off. What a night I thought! I felt different,
but normal. A quick exploration through the silken gown
indicated normal male equipment, and I sighed. What a
wonderful day, and it was over.
I lay still for a while and remembered the pleasures I
had as a woman. My desires had been fulfilled. I got up
reluctantly, and realized that it was just Friday. What
should I do?
I showered, and decided to stay at home, dressed in my
female clothes. I took out my wardrobe, and put it on,
but something was different. It did not seem to excite
me as it used to.
I continued, and spent the day in the apartment, dressed
as a woman, but it just did not seem much fun. Saturday
and Sunday, I spent as a man, and then faced another
week at work.
Monday came, and I dragged myself off to work. I felt
drained from the events of Thursday, and found it hard
to concentrate on my job. I kept remembering the intense
feelings I had experienced, and I wanted to do it again.
THE SECOND PILL
I could not afford another pill for some time. My car
needed substantial repairs, and My income would not
allow me to spend $300 quickly.
I spent some time with the "sisters" explaining what had
happened, and they all seemed interested in my
experience. Unfortunately, most of them could not afford
the cost of the "pill," but they listened intently to my
discussions. One or two of them tried to locate the
heavy-set man, but they were unsuccessful. I continued
with my cross-dressing at home, but I did not get the
enjoyment from it that I had experienced before.
As a result of the first experience, I decided to try to
lose some weight. I enrolled in one of the weight loss
programs, and followed it conscientiously. It was an
expensive process, and it cut into my precious savings,
but it did work. I was able to lose 3 to 5 pounds a
week, with a goal of a loss of 30 pounds.
About two months later, I had saved another $300, and I
returned to the neighborhood where I had met the heavy
set man. I walked for some time, to no avail.
The next night, I returned, and again He called to me
from an alley.
"I want another pill" I said.
"It did what I claimed, didn't it. This time it will
cost $400." he said.
I did not have $400. "Will $300 do?" I asked.
"NO!" was his answer, so I left.
A month later, I had saved $450, so I went back, but
could not find him.
Again, the next night, he called to me from an alley.
"I have $400," I said.
"OK," he replied.
"Will this work the same way?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied. "This is a stronger batch though. It
may last longer."
"How much longer?" I asked.
"Probably 2 days" he answered.
That is great I thought, as I gave him the money, and he
gave me an envelope. Then he left quickly. This should
be interesting because I had gotten down to 130 pounds
from 160.
I arranged for vacation time from work, and again I had
a hard time concentration until Wednesday evening. I
decided that I wanted two full nights as a woman, so I
did not take the pill that evening, I set my alarm for
5:00AM, and planned to take it then.
THE CHANGE
The alarm went off, and I struggled out of bed. I
showered, and sat down with my pills. I thought about
the sleeping pill, but decided not to use it so that I
could experience the change. I then lay down, and
drifted off to sleep.
As the sun came up, I awoke again. It had been only 2
hours, so I did not expect much to have happened, but I
walked into the bathroom to see.
While not startling, changes seemed to be occurring. My
hair seemed longer, and reddish, and most of my other
body hair was gone. I could not see any real changes in
my physical shape though.
Breakfast was over before I felt the first physical
signs. As had happened the Thursday night of the first
experience, I felt a tingling all over my body. It was
not uncomfortable, just different. I could do nothing
about it, so I continued reading the newspaper.
In about an hour, the tingling had increased
significantly, and I felt the beginnings of a funny
feeling in my stomach. I decided to take a look, and the
mirror revealed longer, red hair, a subtle thinning of
my waist, and a substantially shrunken penis.
As the hour progressed, the sensations increased. The
sensation became uncomfortable, but bearable. Another
look showed greater waist thinning, and almost no
residual penis.
By about 11:00 AM, the changes became significant. I
could see breast development, my waist was much smaller,
and my hips were larger. My face seemed to have finer
features, and my hair was almost down to my shoulders. A
quick exploration revealed nothing between my legs at
all.
By noon, the sensations were almost gone, and the change
was almost complete. I had been able to almost see my
breasts grow over the last hour, and my hair was much
longer. Between my legs, I now had a full set of female
organs. All-in-all, the picture was good. The loss of 30
pounds had made me much thinner, which translated into a
better figure. Sitting on the bed, I could feel the new
weight of my breasts, and the fullness of my hips. Every
time I moved my head, the long hair brushed my back.
By 1:00PM the changes were complete, and I was ecstatic
with the results. Facing me in the bathroom mirror was a
very pretty woman, still with large breasts and hips,
but nowhere as plump as the first time. I knew that I
would have to go shopping again.
My hands began to explore. The breasts were as large as
the last time, but on a smaller body. As I touched them,
the nipples immediately became erect, and a warm feeling
began. I walked into the bedroom, and lay on the bed.
The walk caused my relatively large breasts to giggle a
lot, and I loved the feeling. My hands immediately went
to my crotch, and began to rub my clit. My arousal was
immediate. I continued and quickly climaxed. What a
feeling! It was great! I repeated it a number of times,
and then realized that I needed to buy some clothes.
I went through my old wardrobe, and again located a
skirt and blouse that would work until I got new
clothes. All of the old clothes were way too big except
the bras that were too tight. I did notice that the
blouse was still tight in the chest.
The bus trip went uneventfully. Because of my smaller
size, and attractive figure, more people seemed to be
looking at me as I moved through the mall. Men
especially seemed to take a second look as I passed.
In the stores, I found that my dress size was now about
a 12, but I needed a 36 C bra. My measurements were 37-
26-36. I bought some underwear, a slip and panty hose,
and three dresses. In the shoe store, the same salesman
tried the same trick as I tried on shoes, and I just
smiled to myself. The cosmetics counter provided enough
basics for the next two days. It was nearing 5:30 PM, so
I rushed through a quick dinner, carefully watching my
weight, and took the first bus home. Since it was rush
hour, there were many on the bus and I again noticed
people looking at me.
I had decided to go back to the bar I had been to the
first time, in hopes that I would find the same man I
had been with the first time. I put on make-up
carefully, and brushed out my hair. I pulled on the
underwear, the silky feeling aroused me. Then I put on
hose and slip, and selected the most revealing of the
new dresses, a tight red knit dress with a fairly short
hemline.
As I passed the mirror, I stopped to look at myself. I
was impressed. I looked like a knockout. The low cut
dress exposed the tops of my large breasts. A quick side
view indicated the source of the stares I had
experienced. I was STACKED!
A last look at my hair, and I left for a night out. This
time, I knew that I would not have to worry about
changing back in the middle of the night.
At the bar, I picked a seat at an unoccupied table, and
sat with a drink. Within 30 minutes, my associate from
work walked in, and looked around the room. I could see
his gaze stop as he saw me. He walked to the bar, sat
down, and ordered a drink. I waited, and he soon stood
up and walked toward me.
"Haven't we met before?" was his line.
"I don't believe so," I replied. "Will you sit down?" I
asked.
He did so and we talked for a while. Again he suggested
a walk, and we again ended up in his apartment.
I was so hot that I could not wait. I almost ripped his
clothes off of him as the door closed. I think that I
surprised him. My crotch was wet, my nipples were erect,
and I was ready.
He brought me to two climaxes with his tongue, and then
I took him in my mouth. I sucked his dick repeatedly,
until he was moaning uncontrollably, and then I took him
into my mouth just as he came.
The new sensation was great. His come spurted into my
throat, with a salty taste, and I swallowed it all. I
came a third time as I did. I was really hot.
We lay for a while, and then I brought him to another
erection. This time, he rolled onto me and entered me. I
loved that feeling of something moving inside me more
than anything I had ever felt. I squeezed him tightly
with my cunt, and we both climaxed and fell asleep in
each other's arms.
***
The next morning, I awoke, dressed quietly, and left.
I spent the day walking at a mall. I was looking for the
most revealing clothes I could find.
I found another tight dress, with a hemline that barely
covered my crotch. A shoe store produced spike high
heels that I quickly learned to walk in. It was great.
Here I was, dressed like the hottest women around, and
loving it. The pills were worth every cent!
I changed in a ladies room and practiced a bit on the
shoes. I left for downtown, and loved the stares as I
moved around town. A couple of men whistled as I passed.
I felt a new sensation, the cool air blowing against my
almost uncovered crotch. This was great! My greatest
wish come true! I was a gorgeous woman!
A quick dinner at home, a shower, and back on the town
for another night. This time, I went to another bar, and
let myself be picked-up by a business man is an
expensive suit. He was obviously in town on business,
and wanted a good time.
We ended up in his hotel room that night. I loved it,
even with a stranger. I gave him two blow jobs, and he
brought me to three other climaxes. The pleasure was
unbelievable.
I excused myself about 2:00AM because I felt a slight
tingling, and I went home to wait for the change back to
myself.
The next week, I met with the "sisters," and again
described my wonderful experiences. I think that they
did not believe me. None of them had been able to
contact the heavy-set man to try the pill, and I had no
real proof that I had taken one. I did not care. I knew
that I would do it again, as soon as I could save some
more money to pay off the last charge bill, and then buy
another pill.
PILL NUMBER THREE
Once I had saved enough, I traveled to that dark street
in search of the fat man. As usual, I did not find him
the first night, but did locate him the second. This
time he wanted $700, and I was prepared for the
increase.
"This was a good batch," he commented. "It should last
at least 3 days this time. I keep improving the gene mix
to improve the resulting figure." He gave me a sly smile
and left.
Having had some time to think about this event. I had
decided that I would try something different for this
experience. Because I had little to lose, I decided to
be a prostitute for at least one night to see what it
was like. I knew that this was risky, but I wanted to
try it anyway.
I was running out of vacation, so I took only two days,
and counted on the weekend for the third day. I took the
pill early Thursday morning, and stayed awake for the
change again. This time, the discomfort was much less,
and it progressed much faster. Instead of the 8 hours
that the last pill had taken, this one worked in 5. Some
of the changes were so quick that I could actually see
my breasts swelling, and my penis shrinking.
Once the change was finished, I again explored my new
body, and found it even more responsive that before. It
took very little work to bring myself to an explosive
climax, which I did repeatedly. The feelings of warmth
and pleasure were the best ever.
I took a quick shower, and looked at myself in the
mirror. I looked much like I had the last time, except
that my facial features were different enough that I
looked like a different woman. I still had very long,
red hair, large hips, and huge breasts.
In the bedroom, I got out the wardrobe to get dressed. I
quickly found that the old bras were again too small,
and the clothes were too tight in the hips and chest.
Another shopping trip was needed.
This time, I went to another part of town. I was not
looking for elegant clothes. I wanted the most
suggestive, revealing clothes that I could find. I now
needed a 36 D bra. I walked through a couple of stores
on the fringe of a raunchy part of town. There I found
some very skimpy underwear, including garter belts and
bras, and very tight, short leather skirts. Another
store had halter and tank tops. In a shoe store, I found
6" spike heels, and net hose. Woolworth's provided a
large, black vinyl purse, and large earrings, bracelets,
necklaces, and a big, bright hair bow. I ended up with
three different outfits in a bag as I left for home at
close to dinner time.
In the apartment, I dressed carefully. The remaining
makeup was fine, I simply applied too much. Then I
teased my hair, and got dressed. First the bikini
panties, then the garter belt and hose. I finished with
the short skirt, in black, and a bright red tank top. It
was stretched so tight that my nipples stuck out, and it
barely covered them. The high heels took some practice.
I put the makeup on heavily, with very red lips, and
dark eyes. Then I put on the huge earrings. What a
different feeling as they continually brushed against my
neck as I moved.
I went to the mirror. What a tramp! What was I getting
myself into?
As it became dark, I left for downtown.
As I left the bus, I could spot the hookers working the
streets. They frequented a large part of one section of
the downtown area, so I was not too worried about being
in another's area as I walked provocatively toward a
main street.
My heels and tight skirt caused my hips to sway, and I
worked to exaggerate that motion. My hair swung over my
shoulders as I turned to look into the windows of
passing cars. This was near the main hotels where the
business trade would be.
Within 5 minutes, The fires man approached. His suit was
mussed, and his tie was loose around his neck. "Hello,"
I said.
He paused for a minute, and then said, "How about a
drink."
"Sure," I replied.
We walked into the nearest bar, and sat at a table. He
could not take his eyes off of my huge breasts in the
tight clothes. He ordered drinks, and quickly got down
to business.
We set a price and left immediately for his hotel room.
This was great I thought. Easy, and fast.
In the room, I gave him a blow job (and climaxed
myself), and then brought him to arousal again. He
entered me, and we moved our hips together as he became
more and more aroused. Finally he came, and so did I.
We lay for a while, then I got up to leave.
"Thanks," he said as he paid me.
That was easy I thought as I walked quietly back onto
the street. I had made a lot of money in a very short
time. Now I knew how I could buy more pills.
Over the next six hours, I made over $800 as I quickly
met with, and fucked four more men. Each time, I had
wonderful orgasms myself.
I felt great. Endless pleasure, and paid for it.
***
The next day, I slept until noon, and then lounged
around the apartment until after dinner. I was looking
forward to another night. The fact that I would change
back in 2 days gave me confidence. I felt that I had
nothing to worry about because I would cease to exist as
a woman in 48 hours.
The night progressed much like the last. I quickly found
men who wanted my services, and I made a lot of money.
Each time, I felt more pleasure that the last. I loved
it!
One guy wanted to be tied up, and I did so with his
neckties. Then I teased him to a climax. I waited a
while, aroused him again, then I climbed onto him, and
brought us both to a climax together. He was bucking and
heaving on the bed, and I loved every minute.
Saturday went much like Friday. Sleep until noon, rest
around the apartment, and then dress after dinner. I did
not know how much longer the pill would last, but I
intended to go as long as I could.
Saturday night was busier than the other two. I was able
to turn two tricks an hour for most of the night. Many
of them wanted only a blow job, which I could do very
quickly. Even then, I climaxed each time they did. I was
loving every minute.
One John arrived with a complete "kit" of sex toys. I
could not believe the sensations from the various
vibrators that he had, and I brought him to three
climaxes before he left exhausted.
About 3:00AM, I felt the tingling start. Since the
change to a woman was quick, I went home as fast as I
could, and was my male self by morning.
This had been the best experience yet. I was becoming
addicted to the climaxes and the pleasure. Knowing that
I would change back to a man made me willing to try
things with abandon. I also knew that I had plenty of
money for more pills.
The very next Monday night, I went looking for the fat
man, but found him Tuesday night. $1000 this time. "Same
batch," he said, "But still only 3 days long. We are
working on improvements."
"Thanks," I said as he left.
PILL NUMBER FOUR
I thought about what I could do. Could only afford
Friday off this week. People were beginning to wonder
what I was doing. Monday morning could be interesting.
Thursday night I took the pill, and awoke Friday morning
as another woman. Still very attractive, but with even
bigger breasts. This time I needed a 36 DD bra at the
store. The tank and halter tops stretched so all else
was OK. With my figure, I could stop traffic. The high
heels and tight skirts made my hips swing, and that
caused my huge breasts to bounce and sway. What an
advertisement!
The nights were great. I made a fortune, and I began to
get a reputation on the street. One pimp tried to strong
arm me, and I kneed him, so he left. That could be a
problem, but I would not exist as a woman in a couple of
days so I did not care.
I needed each encounter. I wanted their sperm in my
mouth. I needed the climax. I loved the feel of their
huge pricks entering my body and moving in and out. I
loved to tease them. I looked forward to those that
wanted bondage so I could ride them myself. I worked
from 9:00PM until 8:00AM on Friday, and the same on
Saturday.
What a life, pleasure for money.
Sunday was very slow, and I had a continual craving for
more sex. I finally had to go home, and bring myself to
multiple climaxes with a vibrator I bought.
Monday morning, I was back to my old male self. And
Tuesday night, I had bought another pill.
PILL NUMBER FIVE
I called in sick on Thursday morning, and then took the
pill. By noon, I was a new woman. Still a bigger chest
and hips, but a very attractive face and figure. Still a
traffic stopper. I went for a quick shopping spree. New
bras, and more tight dresses. I even took an hour for a
quick manicure.
The cosmetics department yielded very red lipstick, and
dark blue eye shadow. My walk was now perfected. I could
wiggle as needed, and my breasts bounced and giggled
along with my hips. The nipples of my breasts were so
sensitive that they were continually erect, and sticking
out where they could be seen through my clothes.
Onto the streets at 8:33PM. Worked 14 hours straight and
then collapsed into bed at home. Back at 8:00PM for
another 16 hours. I could not stop myself. I loved it
so. I would test myself to see if I could come more
times with each new John. Ten in 45 minutes became my
personal best.
They loved it, and they paid for it. I loved it too. The
taste of sperm, the feelings of being entered, the rough
sensation of a prick in my mouth. How could I have ever
been a man before when being a woman was so much fun?
A very busy Saturday night. Started before dark and
worked until I felt the tingling. Then a quick trip
home, and a return to my boring accounting job for a
couple of days.
PILL NUMBER SIX
Another pill Tuesday night, for $1300, and another wild
weekend.
I had found the name of a bondage club the last weekend,
so I went there Thursday at noon, and asked if they
needed more girls. The fat woman at the door smiled at
my huge breasts and immediately said yes.
She fitted me for a leather corset, with exposed
breasts, and high boots. She showed me the bondage
equipment and said, "Stay in the lounge until I call
you."
I did, and soon I heard her call for me. She presented
me to a large, muscular man and said "Use room six."
He and I walked there as he told me his desires. He
wanted stringent bondage, and forced cross-dressing.
This was great. I could try some things that I had
fantasized as a male.
He stripped, and I forced him into woman's clothing.
Then I bound him to a bed, and sucked him off so that I
could taste his come and have a climax. He moaned, and
then I did it again. Finally, I brought him to a third
erection, and rode him to a climax.
16 hours later, I left the building for a rest. It had
been fun, but I had a craving for more sex, and less
time spent preparing for it.
I spent the weekend there, learning new tricks, but
always craving more sex. I also did not make as much
money because I had to give most of it to the Madame.
The next Tuesday, I had another pill.
PILL NUMBER SEVEN
"Anything new in this one?" I had asked the fat man.
"A new batch," he replied.
"Why more expensive?, I asked.
"Better hormone content, better figure training, more
pleasure, we think." was his reply.
"$2000 is expensive!" I said.
"You will love it!" was all I heard as he left.
I could not believe it. I was having my wildest dreams
fulfilled each weekend as another woman, and then
resting as a boring accountant during the week. I could
not stop!
Thursday morning, I called in sick again, and took the
pill. By noon, I had changed again. I could actually see
my chest expanding, and it never seemed to stop. I ended
up with a pretty face, but a bizarre figure. My chest
was at least a 44, and my hips were almost 39. None of
my clothes fit, but I needed sex so I lay on the bed,
and brought myself to multiple climaxes. Each movement
caused my breasts to giggle. What a feeling. Then I left
to shop.
The required shopping trip was uneventful, other than
the people who actually stared as I passed. I could feel
the tremendous weight on my chest, and they moved wildly
as I walked. The shop gave me a 44 DD bra, and it was
tight. Dresses were hard to find with my large hips and
small waist, and I ended up with more stretch tops and
skirts. New net hose, and 7" heels this time. The
cosmetics were brighter, and the costume jewelry larger
because I knew that I was going to be really outlandish.
Thursday night, I was back on the streets. With more
business that I could handle. I barely left one John
when another came up to me. I was in constant arousal.
Everyone wanted to fondle my enormous breasts, even out
on the street. Even kissing caused climaxes once I
started working on a trick.
I was exhausted the next morning, but I was back at it
Friday evening.
Another evening and night. More money, more pleasure,
and I needed even more.
Short rest Saturday around noon, and then back to the
streets. I would take as much of it as I could before
the pill wore off.
The Johns were all amazed at my breasts. They played
with them, and rubbed them into their faces. The nipples
stayed erect, and the motion kept me aroused. Some used
them instead of my cunt to fuck me, and I loved the come
that shot into my mouth.
As more and more Johns asked for me, I worked faster and
faster, until I accidentally looked at a clock. It was
11:00AM Sunday. I had lost track of time. I went home
and fell asleep.
***
I awoke, and looked at the clock. It said 8:00 PM
Sunday. I got up slowly, and recognized that I still
felt movement in my breasts. I reached up quickly, and
they were still there. I had not changed back into my
male self. What could it be? Maybe the new batch was
longer acting. I had a quick dinner, and decided to go
back onto the streets until it wore off.
It was Sunday night, so things were very slow. My
craving kept building up, with no Johns in sight. By
now, I was well known among the other hookers on the
street. We talked for a while, and then decided to go
for a drink. One of them, who seemed a little strange,
made a pass at me. What could I lose? I accepted, and we
went to her place.
There, she went-down on me twice, and I did the same for
her. I needed the climaxes, and would do anything for
them, even lesbian love.
I went home late on Sunday and fell asleep.
***
Monday morning I awoke, but no change. What should I do.
I could not call into work, I had a high woman's voice.
I knew that I had a craving for sex, so I found the
vibrator, and used it for over two hours. What was
happening? Then I went back onto the streets for
pleasure.
That night, I went looking for the fat man, with no
luck.
Tuesday went much the same. I found the lesbian hooker,
and we spent the afternoon together in bed. It felt
good, but I needed sperm. I wanted to give a blow-job. I
needed a John.
Tuesday night, I went looking for the fat man, and found
him.
"I am still a woman! What happened," I said quickly once
I saw him.
"What do you mean," he replied.
"I have not changed back to a man in 5 days, and my
breasts are enormous!" I cried.
"You love it, why do you care?" he asked.
"But I am a whore now. I did not think that the effects
would remain," I said.
"We must have made a mistake with the offsetting
mixture" he mused to himself.
"What are you going to do!" I cried. "I want to be my
male self. I don't want to remain a whore!"
"You love it" was his reply.
"Help me!" I pleaded.
"I can do nothing" he sighed. "I have no offsetting
substance that works. Everything I have goes only from
male to female."
"What can I do?" I pleaded.
"I do not know" was his only reply, as he turned and
walked away.
EPILOGUE
I continued to walk the streets. I had no choice. I was
addicted to sex now. I would do anything for sex. I met
a dominant woman who took me in as a slave. She kept me
dressed in a corset without bra, and high boots. I
serviced every male she invited into her house.
Occasionally, she would have huge parties, and I would
walk from man to man, pleading to be allowed to suck
their dicks.
At night, she would put my head into a latex hood that
attached to latex panties. She would put on the panties
and my face would be pressed into her crotch. She would
lie on the bed as I brought her to multiple climaxes,
climaxing myself every time.
She would tie me in strange poses for pictures, and she
even tied me on my hands and knees to the bed, and let a
huge dog service me. I was so aroused that I even sucked
it. Life had become one long orgy.
FIN
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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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