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Brandi, Part 1 by Jennifer Lorissa- Leigh
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Brandi -- Part 1
by Jennifer Lorissa-Leigh
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The lakeside cabin was totally isolated, more than ten
miles from the nearest neighbor. Tony Carver and his best
friend Locke's girl, Brandi Bower, sat looking out of a bay
window at the lake that glistened just yards away.
"It's so beautiful," Brandi said, fidgeting with the rose-
colored crystal she wore on a delicate silver necklace. It had
been a gift from her dying great, great aunt, who had told
Brandi that the brilliant stone was very old and very special.
The girl wore it always.
She was gorgeous, a young woman to whom nature had
been exceedingly kind. Her exquisitely beautiful face and
body, along with her melodious, feminine voice, were those of
a goddess -- she was a girl who drew desirous stares wherever
she went, a girl who was the embodiment of every man's
fantasy. Tony, trying to remain loyal to his friend, had to
continually remind himself that the lovely young woman was
already spoken for. Still, he could not help the sexual images
that kept splashing against his mind's eye. Brandi's voluptuous
curves, huge, perfect breasts, and angelic face made it
impossible for him to look upon her merely as another person
and not as a sexual object.
Tony envied her. He was a crossdresser, a fact well-
known to both Brandi and Locke, and was straight, as most
crossdressers are. As he looked upon Brandi, he wished he
had the power to look like her at will, whenever he wanted to
satisfy the feminine ego that dwelt within him. She had often
helped him to do his makeup, nails, and wig styling, and, on
occasion, the two of them had spent time alone at the cabin as
'sisters.' While his skills were refined enough to allow Tony
to pass as a woman when dressed up, he knew that while he
looked female he was by no means beautiful. He longed to be
so.
Brandi spoke again, her seductive voice floating in the
warm air like a sweet perfume. "I've always loved this place.
So peaceful..."
"It is nice. I wish Locke would get here so we could get
fishing."
Brandi suddenly seemed to grow irritated. "Fish, fish,
fish! You know, that's all Locke will talk about? Damned
fish! I've had it with fish."
"I'm sorry...I didn't know you felt that way."
She settled down, clutching the crystal. "I'm sorry...I
didn't mean to snap like that. It's not just the fish. It's just
that I've had it with my life. I hate my job, I'm bored with
my hobbies, and I just can't get interested in anything
anymore. It's not your fault."
"But you're so beautiful and everything...I'd think that a
girl like you would have the world wrapped around her finger."
She smiled, used to the compliment. "Thank you...but
being me isn't so great. I want a position...power...I want to
be important in some huge corporation, making million dollar
decisions every day. As a woman...well, I'll just never get a
crack at that. Not in this world, anyway."
"You never know..."
"I wish that I could trade places with someone else. And
if I could have my way, it'd be a man. I'm tired of being a
second-class citizen just because I'm female. I need something
more out of life."
Tony found it amazing that such a gorgeous girl could
want to be male, though he did see her point. "I never thought
about it," he began, "but I guess my life isn't all I'd like it to
be. So many years trapped in the same body, the same
situation. I'm really tired of school and my job. And it isn't
easy trying to pass for a woman when you're not one...it takes
so much work to convincingly feminize a male body. It's a
real hassle. There are a lot of times when I wouldn't mind
really being a girl."
"Really?"
"Sure. Be nice for a change to spend some time in a
body like yours...it looks so soft and comfortable."
"I wish I could give this body to you," Brandi agreed.
"I'd switch in a second."
"So would I."
"That settles it. Let's switch," Brandi kidded. "You be
me from now on, and I'll be you. You sure you won't mind
having a period each month?"
Tony laughed. "Not if I can look like you and have
your legs, I won't. It's a deal." They shook hands, sealing
their playful agreement.
"Done," Brandi smiled.
Their handshake felt oddly warm. Brandi's other hand,
still wrapped around the crystal, felt warmth radiating from
the stone as well. Releasing her grip, she and Tony both saw
that the faceted rose jewel was glowing brilliantly.
"What's it doing?" Tony asked, mystified.
"I...I don't know..." Brandi replied. There was a little
fear in her voice, but it was short lived.
A wave of euphoric pleasure suddenly swept them both
as they fell back into their chairs, a sense of well-being and
comfort they had never known. It was an enjoyable dizziness,
a pleasant alteration of their senses. Joyful warmth flooded
their bodies.
Then it happened. It took only seconds.
The delightful lightheadedness vanished, leaving their
minds clear and sharp. Their eyes met as they looked across
the table at each other and, for an instant, each thought he/she
was looking into a mirror -- for only there had they ever
found the faces that greeted their amazed eyes. Their thoughts
were slowed by a cloud of stunned amazement.
The man and the woman, disbelieving, rose and ran
down the hall.
Tony made it into the bedroom. Behind him, he heard
Brandi shut the door of the hall bathroom firmly behind her.
With each step, Tony realized more and more that his body
felt wrong. His pant legs, suddenly too long, clumsily flopped
beneath his feet. A heavy bounce tugged at him with each
step -- something at his chest moved as it had never been able to
before. His sense of balance had shifted, making running
difficult. He realized that his entire body, while suddenly
different, had also become very, very comfortable.
Tony fell against the bedroom dresser, still thrown off
by his new center of gravity. At the mirror, his eyes found a
reflection.
It was not his own. In denial, he stared into the glass,
and for a few incredible moments his mind fought to accept
the vision he saw there. His mind failed to do so.
He stared at the person in the mirror. She was
exquisitely lovely.
Tony had become a real woman.
More specifically, Brandi. They had switched bodies.
From his long, dense, tousled mane of gently-curling
hair to his slender ankles, from his high, prominent
cheekbones to his voluptuous curves, his shapely form and
sensuous visage were those of the girl with whom he had been
sitting.
"I'm...Brandi..." Tony managed to utter, the words
sounding in the woman's seductive voice. "It really
happened...I'm she..."
He put his hands to his face, feeling its wondrous
suppleness, and watched as the gorgeous girl in the mirror did
the same. His face felt softer than it ever had during his
crossdressing sessions, softer than any amount of close shaving
could have made his old face. This was a face that had been
shaped by a girl's hormonal balance, and the years of natural
estrogens and careful moisturizing had sculpted the sweet
visage that now stared back at him. Cool metal tickled the
sides of Tony's newly-slender neck, and he realized that his
ears were pierced and adorned with Brandi's favorite earrings.
Their large, silver hoops sparkled in the light that poured
from the bedroom window.
Tony's golden-brown hair had the shine of spun glass.
His eyes were sharply defined with black, permanent eyeliner
and with seductive, smoky eye shadows that gave him the
smoldering gaze of a woman in lustful heat. His luxuriously
long lashes felt oddly heavy, for they were thick and black
with many coats of mascara. He looked upon his shaped
brows, forever thinned by electrolysis into slender arches of
feminine perfection.
His lips had become full and soft, and they glistened
with the high gloss of a thick coat of seductive, deep red
lipstick. It was the Loreal shade that Brandi had been
wearing, and the taste of its delicate fragrance was feminine
and intoxicating. Wearing lipstick had, for whatever reason,
always been a primary symbol of womanhood in Tony's mind
and had always been one of his primary joys while
crossdressing. Feeling its slippery wetness against his lips as
he slid them lightly upon one another seemed in itself to define
the new female sexuality that had engulfed him. "Ohhhh...it's
just wonderful!" his gorgeous lips uttered as he looked upon
his beautiful face and luscious form in the mirror.
Tony looked erotically, innocently cute, like a girl
wearing her boyfriend's too-big-for-her shirt -- the once
tailored garment was suddenly far too baggy and its tail hung
almost to his knees. Looking at the fit of the garment, he once
more became aware of the pull against his chest. Knowing by
now what he would find there, he gleefully tore open his
straining shirt to free a welcome, soft, rounded flesh he had
not before possessed. Plastic buttons broke loose and tic-
ticked against the dresser top and floor as he peered into the
glass, but he did not hear them.
Tony had always envied women. He had longed to
experience that erotic bounce that well-endowed women felt as
they walked, for as long as he could remember he had wanted
generous breasts and a sexy, feminine walk of his own to
enjoy. His heart swelled with joy, for he knew that he had
finally gotten his wish.
Tony stared as his mammoth breasts fell out of his
ruined shirt, their nipples large and dark. He stripped out of
the shirt entirely, letting it fall from his new, slender
shoulders and to the floor, and stared in silence at the sight of
the luscious beauties that had become his own. It was the most
sensuous and perfect feminine bust he had ever seen.
"They're mine," he whispered as a feminine pride in
their proportions swept him. "All mine..." His delicate hands
gently explored their softness, caressing them in utter delight.
The firm, youthful mammaries stood out in a proud
announcement of extreme womanhood. They were not
simply feminine in stature -- they were enormous,
protruding nearly six inches outward from the flat of his
breastbone. Because of their great size their inner sides
pressed warmly against each other, giving Tony a deep, fleshy
cleavage. Their great weight pulling against his chest and
shoulders felt so new and different that he could not imagine
ever getting used to them.
Yet, as odd as they felt, Tony loved having them. He
also loved the fact that they were so generous in size, enough
so as to put him in desperate need of a double-D cup bra.
It was like some surreal dream. Transfixed, Tony
lightly stroked his new nipples, and the sensation of feeling his
own skin at a point so far in front of his breastbone was
glorious. Merely touching his huge nipples made them erect,
sending jolts of erogenous, female pleasure into his struggling
mind. Tony gripped his gigantic bustline, filling his palms
with its fullness, and his supple breasts overflowed his small,
girlish hands with a smothering, yielding softness that
mercilessly showed him just how female he had become.
Staring at his new immensity, he bounced up and down in
order to jiggle their firmly gelatinous forms.
Below the glory of his sudden mammaries he saw a flat,
trim stomach, a tiny, sculptured waist, and rounded, flowing
hips. His body hair was gone. Naked from the waist up, Tony
saw with definitive clarity that his was a girl's flesh of baby-
like smoothness. His hard-earned musculature had dissolved
into the soft, female contours of Brandi Bower. Slender,
milky shoulders of artistic beauty had replaced the powerful
ones he had owned as a man. Driven to see the fullness of his
new flesh, Tony dropped his loose jeans and underwear into a
heap around his ankles ...
... to find that, like his upper body, his waist, hips,
buttocks and thighs had also melted into the gorgeous figure of
the seductive woman. He felt as light as a feather, for his
previous two hundred pounds had dropped to a dainty one
hundred-twelve. He even noticed that he had become much
shorter, dropping from his previous five-eleven to Brandi's
more feminine five-foot-six. Tony stepped out of the
crumpled denim around his feet and stared in wonder upon the
entirety of his nude flesh. His gaze dropped to his crotch.
Nestled there among a sparse mound of pubic hair he
found a soft, perfect vagina. Its pink lips exclaimed his new
gender proudly and clearly. His heart shouted with
thunderous joy at the sight of the place where, the next time he
had sex, a man's erect penis would so deeply penetrate him.
Tony wanted to sing aloud the excitement he felt. In
part, his delight at being female was due to the feminine brain
patterns, once Brandi's, that had become his own. But his joy
was also due to the fact that Tony had always, secretly, wanted
to be Brandi.
"I'm Brandi Bower!" he rejoiced. "I'm a woman," he
spoke aloud, trying the words on for size. His voice had
become Brandi's, and it flowed with her characteristic,
sensuous melody as it left his lips. "I can walk into beauty
salons and have my hair and nails done, and get full
makeovers, and talk girltalk with the lady that's doing me!
And I'll get my legs waxed, and try on high heels at the shoe
store and flirt with the salesman..." Tony spoke a litany of the
routine aspects of a woman's life, looking forward to each one
of them.
And Brandi's me now! he realized. She's a man, now,
totally, while I'm a woman! He danced inside, thrilled that he
had gotten the better part of the deal.
He took a few steps backward, watching in the mirror as
his fulfilled bosom jiggled in that way he had always found so
sexually exciting while watching Brandi. In amazement, Tony
leaned over and watched as his huge breasts hung freely,
swinging from side to side as he swayed experimentally at the
waist. Cupping one in each hand, he was stunned and
overwhelmed that such monumental examples of pure
femininity had become an integral part of the body he himself
lived in.
They're all mine! he joyfully thought once again.
In love with his new form, Tony placed the flats of his
palms against his upper chest and began to slide them
downward. Watching in the mirror, he slowly and gently ran
his hands down and outward, outward, outward, along the tops
of his voluptuous breasts, finally reaching their tips and his
new, hardened nipples. Carrying his hands down and under,
he hugged the round fullness of their huge undersides and
momentarily cradled his dramatic new bosom, feeling its
weight and warmth against his palms. Continuing, his hands
finally reached his ribcage once more, stopping at the point
where his soft roundness rejoined the flatness of his chest.
Excitement stole his breath. He continued to slide his
hands downward, feeling the smooth softness of his stomach
and slender waist. Curving outward suddenly at the hips, his
figure's new roundness was a treat to his touch. He caressed
his thighs, wondering at their baby-like feel. Tony gently
cupped his breasts, pulled them apart, and looked down.
Through the soft, narrow valley of his cleavage he saw the
sexy gloss of his long, cleanly-shaven legs. He had silently and
secretly lusted after them when they had been Brandi's, but
since they had become his own legs something inside him
found them not arousing but satisfying and comfortable.
Due to the bounce and softness of his new form, he
knew he was no longer suited to the contact sports and
strenuous workouts he had enjoyed as a man. But he found the
feel of being a woman completely preferable to the body he
had known before. Why? he wondered. Why does this body
seem to make me feel so much more content than my old one
ever did? Content and -- complete? Have I always been a
true transsexual, not merely a crossdresser?
He enjoyed his new body's soft pleasures. With each
passing moment, Tony more firmly embraced life as a woman.
I'll never go back --
A smile on his lips, naked but for his earrings, Tony
slowly headed back into the living room. The sounds of the
lapping waters and the wind in the trees outside were soothing
and gentle. He had an acute awareness of each step he took,
for his flesh no longer reacted to motion as it always had. The
bounce of his breasts and the absence of a dangling penis and
testicles between his thighs redefined the entire experience of
walking.
His new body moved as it was built to. Though Tony
was not consciously aware of it, his walk had forever become
the wiggling, fluid glide of a sex kitten. He sat naked upon the
sofa, crossing his legs without thinking in a very sexy,
feminine fashion. His posture and natural mannerisms had
become those of a seductive woman and the playful pose he
assumed on the couch felt as normal to him as if he had always
reclined in that fashion. His every gesture, however subtle,
had become purely feminine. Tony held his hand up in the
fashion of a refined lady and admired his glamorously-long,
pampered fingernails as window light danced upon their deep,
dark red gloss.
Stretching out one silky leg, he soaked in the sight of his
dainty foot and slender ankle. He saw that his pedicured
toenails were also adorned with a perfect coat of the sexy nail
polish. The feminine ego that had always lived within him
thoroughly enjoyed itself as he looked down upon his huge
breasts, tiny waist, and soft, womanly curves. With each
passing second, Tony became more intoxicated with the
sensuous delight of being a beautiful woman. A thrill swelled
in his throat as he soaked in the delicious, feminine fragrance
that permeated him, for he knew that the exhilarating,
womanly scent was that of his own perfume.
Tony glanced down and looked once more upon his
smooth, female crotch. His fingers found his vulva, and as
they lightly traced the folds of his new flesh he wondered how
it would feel to have a man inside him there --
A thought lingered in Tony's mind as he pictured
himself as Locke's wife and lover. A few hours earlier the
idea would have been repugnant to him, but now it felt
desirable and arousing. He reclined for a short time,
stretching and growing familiar with his sudden womanhood
as he explored his nude form. A sound came from the
hallway, and Tony quickly recognized it as the squeak of the
hall bathroom door. He heard footsteps.
A naked man emerged from the hall, his face sculpted
into an expression of great satisfaction. Tony knew that face,
that body. A few minutes earlier, they had been his own.
"How...?" Brandi wondered, amazed, locked into newly-
male flesh. Tony did not readily know the deep voice he
heard, for it had always sounded different coming out of his
own mouth. "How did this..."
"The necklace," Tony realized. "Somehow, it did this.
We both said we wanted to trade bodies and lives...and we got
our wish."
"I'm you, now...and I like it..."
Tony was truly enjoying his new body, and was in no
hurry to give it up. "And I'm you..." he slowly said, relishing
the words, "...Miss Brandi Bower." He was smiling deeply.
"We've got a great opportunity here. For as long as we want,
we can truly see what life as the opposite sex is like. You
wanted to see how the world treats a man...now's your chance.
Just think...the power, the command you'll have as a man.
And aren't you just dying to know what sex as a man feels
like?"
Brandi felt her new, hardened musculature, running her
hands along her rugged lines, feeling her forest of body hair.
"Yeah..." she realized. "I am curious..."
Neither of them realized that their conscious minds had
already become sexually realigned to match their new bodies.
Tony no longer had the mind of a straight, male crossdresser --
he had the mind of a straight, female woman. Brandi was
picturing herself as a man in bed with a woman and was
enjoying the thought. Her previous, feminine gestures and
subtleties were gone, replaced by the cruder, forceful
mannerisms of a man, and she never noticed.
Tony rose from the couch and walked over to the naked
man. His nude, female form flowed like smooth, perfumed
silk. Pressing his bare breasts against the firm, hairy stomach
of the former woman, Tony gazed up into eyes that had once
been his own. "We could...go into the bedroom. Explore a
little. Make love..." the woman suggested in the seductive,
playful voice of the sex kitten he had become, lightly stroking
his long nails against the man's muscular upper arms.
The new man wanted to take the woman and felt his
erection begin to grow, but Brandi managed to restrain the
lust and pushed the soft goddess away. "Locke'll be home any
minute. Can't risk it. In fact, we'd better be dressed when he
gets here."
Tony knew Brandi was right. All they needed was for
two hundred pounds of jealous boyfriend to find his girl and
his best friend in bed together.
"We, uh, we need to get dressed," Tony reluctantly
agreed. "The clothes I was wearing are on the bedroom floor.
You'll have to borrow one of Locke's shirts, though...I broke
the buttons off the one I had."
"Okay," Brandi said, slowly heading back down the hall.
"I'm afraid I, well, ruined what I was wearing, if you know
what I mean. I peed in my panties and ripped everything else
as my body grew. I dumped it all into the hamper...you might
want to get rid of the stuff before Locke sees it and asks
questions."
"I'll find something around here..." Tony said. "I'm
sure you have some of your things stashed here, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Plenty."
The sudden man walked into the bedroom and found
'his' clothes on the floor, right where Tony had dropped them.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Brandi pulled them on and
thoroughly enjoyed that the men's things fit so properly.
Those damned tits are gone, at last! And these muscles -- I
feel so powerful -- !
In a couple of minutes, Brandi reemerged from the hall,
fully dressed. "I just remembered. A bunch of my clothes are
in the dryer," she said, standing in the former man's
underwear, jeans and sneakers, wearing a football jersey of
Locke's. "I washed some pretty dresses and my bras and
panties...I mean your bras and panties. They should be about
ready."
Tony liked wearing a bra. He always had. Better, he
liked the idea of needing a bra. "What size am I?" he asked,
cupping his enormous breasts.
"32 DD," Brandi confirmed. "I don't know how I ever
lived with those things stuck to my chest. They're like an
albatross..."
"They're wonderful," Tony said, looking down at his
bounty and smiling his pretty smile. He moved toward the
utility room.
"They're all yours," Brandi said, feeling her hard and
hairy new forearms. "Enjoy. You are now a woman with the
hard-on inspiring measurements of 38-22-36."
"Oooooh, yes!" Tony said in joyous acceptance. He
walked into the kitchen, loving every bounce, every motion of
his soft flesh. He paused at the breakfast nook bay window,
standing fully naked before the woods outside.
"I really love this body. I feel like I could rule the
world," Tony heard Brandi say as she admired her sudden
masculinity. "In fact, I want to keep it for a while. Show it
off. You know, I don't have the slightest urge to ever be a
woman again...I guess I'm not the crossdresser you were."
"Well, if I'm still one," Tony responded loudly enough
for Brandi to hear, "I can wear men's things anytime I want
and no one'll think anything of it. But right now, I don't ever
want to adorn this gorgeous body with anything but panties
and dresses and high-heels ever again."
After a few minutes, Tony heard the jingle of car keys
and the slam of the front door. He ran back into the
front room to find it empty. "Brandi?" he called, just before
he noticed the new man out on the gravel driveway, carrying
both the keys to Tony's car and his wallet. As he continued to
watch through the sheer curtains, Tony saw his old body drive
away in his new car. A note on the table caught his attention.
I'm going into town... he read silently. There's a young
lady there I'd like to get to know better...
Brandi was gone -- out to tackle the world as a man.
Tony watched until the car disappeared down the long dirt
drive.
Suddenly alone, Tony walked into the bathroom and
retrieved the clothes Brandi had left in the hamper. After
hiding them in a trash bin by burying them with other
garbage, Tony walked back through the kitchen and into the
washer/dryer utility room. There, sheer black fabric caught
the corner of his eye --
Hanging on a clothes line above the dryer was a
whisper-sheer babydoll, one that was so skimpy that it hid
nothing. Tony couldn't resist -- taking it down from the line,
he held his arms up and let the nightie float gently down over
his wondrous, curvaceous form.
Ooooooh, I want a man to fuck me -- !
A mirror to one side caught his attention and he stood
for many moments just staring into his own sultry, alluring
eyes. He was a seductive sex toy, his majestically-protruding
breasts and tiny waist obvious beneath the sheerness of the
babydoll. It hung only to his hips, leaving his hungry pussy
and large, smooth, rounded ass well exposed. He stared and
stared, in love with himself.
Finally tearing himself away from the mesmerizing
reflection, he turned to the need at hand. Opening the dryer
door, the woman bent down and reached into the tangle of
clothing in search of the girl's things his voluptuous, rounded
shape demanded. His breasts pulled wonderfully and heavily
against his chest as he leaned way over at the waist. Then, at
the back of the dryer, he saw what appeared to be lace.
Tony had found the motherlode. There were plenty of
bras and panties sized just for his gorgeous figure, along with
blouses and a sexy, revealing dress or two. "My bras," he
confirmed aloud, loving the words. "My panties..." He bent
over farther, leaning way into the huge dryer itself, straining
to reach a satin bra he had spotted ...
... and was startled to feel two powerful hands against
his back, holding him bent over. "Who...who...?" Tony
began, unable to find words. The hands locked around his
waist and pulled him slightly to the left, as if positioning him
for something.
As he began to back out of the dryer, he backed into
something blunt yet insistent that pressed firmly against his
tender genital flesh. For an instant his body resisted the
persistence of the invader.
But then Tony's new flesh parted by design as it
admitted the determined thing behind him. He felt its blunt tip
as it pushed through the resistance of the folds of his outer
skin, finding a slippery wetness amid the deeper flesh. Tony
could feel that the lips of his vagina had been pushed aside by
and were wrapped around something very long and very hard,
something that was still driving well into his body.
The thing felt huge as it opened his flesh, sliding still
deeper into him in one fluid, effortless motion. For the first
time in his life, Tony possessed the orifice that the invader
sought -- that it was made to penetrate -- and he knew at once
that his new vagina had been filled with its male counterpart.
An aroused, erect penis.
He was no longer just a woman -- he had become a
woman having sex with a man. His body rejoiced.
The man behind him drove his erect cock into Tony as
deeply as it would go, and he felt the woman's arousal as 'she'
wiggled 'her' ass slightly, feeling the cock inside 'her' as it
limited the side-to-side swing of 'her' soft, rounded buttocks.
Tony bent his knees slightly and found that he was impaled
upon the hard cock, his weight hung fully upon it at that soft,
moist point between his legs. He felt the invader impossibly
deep inside him -- it felt like it was a foot long, at least. For
the first time, Tony knew the feeling of having another
person's flesh deep within the warmth of his own. He leaned
back into the warmth of the unseen lover behind him, helping
to drive the cock still deeper.
Then, the man began pumping in and out and Tony felt
every vein and bump of the huge, sliding penis against the
tight walls of his hot, wet vagina.
"Mmmmmm," Tony found himself moaning. The hard,
naked thighs of someone else slammed hard again and again
into the backs of his legs. Tony managed to look back between
his enormous, swinging breasts and saw that the thighs behind
him were hairy and muscular. Hanging high between those
legs were a pair of unusually large, firm testicles. They
swung slightly with each ram of the male member inside him.
It was Locke. An intense, new thrill swept Tony as he
realized that he was being fucked by Brandi's boyfriend.
"Oh...oh, yes..." Tony whispered, closing his eyes in
pleasure. Not only was the cock slamming into him, but he
was being pulled forcibly back into each thrust by the huge
hands around his waist.
It had happened in mere seconds. The hard, erect penis
had pushed deep into his vagina until it had reached its fullest
penetration, its head against Tony's new cervix. It stretched
his vaginal walls to their limits. He was utterly filled by its
immensity. Tony wanted to cry out as the penis began to
pump furiously into him, but the only sound he could manage
was the purely sexual moan of a woman being conquered by a
man. Tony could feel the coolness of the man's scrotum as it
continued to slap against his female crotch.
"I'm home, Brandi baby," Locke moaned.
"Ohhh...Locke..." Tony played along, pushing back into
each rhythmic thrust.
Locke's mighty hands had fastened the woman into that
sexually vulnerable position, head and shoulders still in the
dryer. Tony's soft voice echoed inside the dryer drum.
Locke, taking encouragement from the woman's moans of
pleasure, continued to ram his enormous penis repeatedly into
Tony.
Tony managed to brace himself against the dryer door,
still in his awkward, bent over position. His breasts swung
madly as they dangled heavily from his chest, punctuating the
totality of his womanhood as they swung back and forth and
into each other with each pounding of Locke's hips. The man
gripped the girl's waist with iron hands and held the soft ass
against his crotch, pumping hard into the pussy that so
warmly, wetly, and tightly embraced his organ.
Locke continued to pump the woman as he pulled her
out of the dryer and swung her, still bent over, so that she
could lean upon the breakfast nook table. Both lovers
occasionally glanced out of the huge bay window and into the
woods outside, where any passerby could easily have seen their
sexual performance.
Tony's new, female mind loved what was happening to
him. Such a sexual conquest was what the woman in Tony had
always dreamed of, longed for. Locke leaned over and
reached around to play with the woman's huge tits and nipples
as he continued pumping, then, standing up straight, the man's
thighs tensed into stone and he pushed deep into the woman
one final time.
Reaching orgasm, the man came. The condom Locke
wore kept his steaming load from entering Tony's body, but
the woman's mind still realized that a real man was ejaculating
inside him. Oh, Tony thought, I want this always -- if only I
could feel this always.
Neither Tony nor Brandi understood the depth of the
spell which had transformed them. They had assumed they
would be able to switch back whenever they wanted, but they
were wrong.
He was forever to live in her flesh, as she was to live in
his. And neither of them would ever want it any other way.
Tony was only vaguely aware of the feeling of Locke
pulling his shrinking cock free of the tense, excited pussy
between those sexy, silky legs. The involuntary woman finally
gathered his wits enough to stand, and he turned to see the man
wrapping a towel around his naked form.
He leaned over and kissed Tony gently on the lips.
Then, as Tony watched, the man pulled off the lambskin
condom that held his huge deposit of male seed. "Surprise,
baby," Locke beamed, proud of himself. "Was it good for
you?"
"Wonderful...just...wonderful..." the woman moaned, a
smile on her glossy, deep red lips. He was in female heaven.
"Not bad," Locke commented, admiring the quantity of
come he held before him. "Look at that. Nothing wrong with
this guy's ammunition." He handed the filled sheath to Tony.
Tony stared at the huge load of spent semen. That
would have been inside me -- should have been inside me -- he
thought, if not for that damned condom.
Locke turned and headed into the bedroom. The woman
stood for a moment then, almost hypnotically, dipped a long
fingernail into the still-warm semen in the spent condom.
Tony lifted the finger to his lips and sucked the male seed
from it, finding the intensely salty taste exciting. Driven by
female lusts, he then tipped the condom up and sucked its
slippery contents into his mouth, penetrating the depths of the
condom with a hungry tongue. It's so delicious -- so male -- !
Tony followed the man into the bedroom. He watched
the naked man walk from behind, aroused intensely by the
hardness of his form.
"Tony's on his way up for the weekend," Locke
continued, going into the master bathroom. "Should have been
here already. You'd better get dressed, baby." The man
closed the bathroom door behind him. Tony stood once more
before the bedroom mirror, still naked.
"Locke...fucked me..." he whispered to himself,
watching as his beautiful lips formed the words. He could still
feel the enormity of the cock inside him. In his joy and
excitement, Tony wanted to scream the words out as loudly as
he could. He had had sex with a man, a powerful, muscular
man -- and he had enjoyed it more than he could ever have
imagined. It had been tremendous. As he gazed upon his
beautiful, feminine image a new calmness filled him, one he
had never known before.
Through his intercourse with Locke, Tony had been
officially christened 'Woman.' His new mind totally claimed
him, and it was one attuned perfectly to the flesh he had come
to possess. Not yet knowing that his newfound womanhood
was a permanent thing, Tony hoped Brandi would never want
to change back. He wanted to keep her body, to live her life.
He considered running away somewhere where she could
never find him, could never force him back into manhood.
Woman. I am woman. Same as my mother,
same as my sisters.
All his life, girls had been them. Women had always
been so incomprehensively different in their thoughts and
needs that they seemed almost to be other than human, an
entirely different type of creature. But suddenly, without
warning, those same women had jumped from being them to
being us. Tony felt a warm bond with his mother, his three
sisters, and the entire sisterhood of girls everywhere.
His context of men had also changed. Males had become
relegated in his mind to the state of being the opposite sex.
How could I ever have liked having that penis I had, he
wondered, now incredulous. I want to suck cocks, and hold
them, and feel them inside me --
For the first time in his life, men had become them.
And that felt natural. Although he would always retain his
own, male memories, Tony had truly become Brandi -- with
all of the female sexual drives and desires to match his female
body.
Ten minutes later, Locke emerged from the master
bathroom. He was greeted by a sight that immediately brought
him again to erection.
Backlit by gentle sunlight, Tony stood facing him in the
middle of the room in an alluring, feminine pose. The woman
wore only shiny black, four-inch high heels. Around Tony's
slender neck was the mysterious crystal on its elegant silver
chain. His earrings sparkled. His flesh glistened with the gloss
of just enough body oil to give female flesh an irresistible,
sexy sheen. His right middle finger was slowly, gently
circling his clitoris. Huge, bare breasts reached out toward
Locke, their nipples hard and straining.
"My pussy is still so hot for you, Locke..." Tony
seductively begged in a low, erotic moan, holding his arms
outstretched toward the man.
"Oh, Brandi..." Locke melted at the sight of the
seductress before him. Without another word, he walked up
and kissed the apparent Brandi on the mouth, caressing one of
Tony's huge breasts as he did so. Tony pushed back hard,
returning the kiss with a deep, circling tongue. They moaned
anew, and as they kissed Tony reached down without looking
to caress the man's meaty cock as it became stiff and ready.
Tony's nipples strained to become even harder than they
already were. For the first time, Tony felt Locke's
massive cock in his palm as it became fully excited. It was
huge.
Tony ran the delicate fingers of his other hand through
Locke's thick forest of chest hair. He felt his vagina growing
unbearably hot and wet. His body wanted a cock inside it, and
fast.
Desperately and lovingly, with the heated, female
passion a woman feels for a man, Tony pressed his soft ready
body into Locke's hard, naked flesh, wrapping his arms and
one leg around him. He gazed deeply into Locke's eyes with a
feminine sparkle and clarity that Brandi had never shown.
Tony slowly dropped to his knees, bringing Locke's
straining cock to mouth level. Parting his shiny lips, Tony
took the head of the organ into his mouth and as he rubbed
Locke's buttocks with his hands he twirled his tongue against
the erection's fiery head. Locke, eyes closed in ecstasy, gently
caressed the woman's soft, full mane of hair as she continued
so expertly.
"You'd never do that before..." Locke said.
"I'm going to do it all the time from now on, honey,"
Tony moaned, pulling the cock out of his mouth just long
enough to speak. "Anytime, anywhere..." He licked the hot
organ like a popsicle. "I'll suck this while you drive your car,
and in the movie theater, and in the men's room of any
restaurant in town..." Sucking gently, the intensely-aroused
woman mouth-fucked the man until the time of climax grew
near.
"Oooooh, please, Locke..." Tony begged, looking up at
his boyfriend's rugged face. "Fuck me now...oh, please, put it
in me..." The words flowed from his lips in Brandi's sexy
voice, making them irresistible.
Tony feared that Brandi might return at any moment
and rob him of the womanhood he had so quickly come to
love. Before that happened he wanted to have Locke again.
Locke powerfully lifted the girl and carried her to the
bed. Tony's arms hung around the man's muscular neck as the
woman continued to stare lovingly into his eyes. Locke laid
the girl playfully upon the sheets and then climbed atop her.
Their bare skin, covered with a dew of passionate sweat,
melded with the heat they generated. The man gave Tony
another deep kiss, and the woman again tasted Locke's musty
breath as the man reimmersed his tongue into the woman's
mouth.
Tony inhaled sharply as he felt Locke's fingers against
his clitoris. He closed his eyes, drinking in the wonderful
sensation. He was drawn fully into the female existence that
had been thrust upon him, and he found himself again
returning the kiss of his longtime friend, running his own
tongue along the roof of the man's mouth.
Tony moaned. "Oh, Locke...hurry. Take me..."
Tony's deep red lips held the seductive smile of a sexy,
longing girl.
Tony, his mind filled with its new, feminine passivity,
loved being able to yield to the will of the man. Tony spread
his legs wide -- they were gorgeous, sexy smooth legs that
were long and shiny and wrapped in silk and they led right up
to the female treasure that nestled warmly between his thighs.
Locke quickly took position between those freshly-shaven legs.
"I want to fuck you all night..." Locke said.
"I want you to...I need you to..." Tony pleaded in a
soft, loving voice. He had become entirely submissive,
wanting only what the man atop him wanted. "All
night...never pull out of me...stay inside me...deep inside
me..."
The man began to reach onto the bedside for a condom.
"No..." Tony said, stopping him. "I want to feel only you
inside me."
Locke smiled. Brandi had always insisted upon his
wearing a condom, but he was more than happy to oblige the
request. He smiled and instead picked up a tube of K-Y jelly.
"Here," he said, handing the lubricant to his apparent
girlfriend. "You do it..." Squirting some of the slippery
substance into his pretty palm, Tony reached down and began
to massage his friend's erection. The woman felt a new
excitement sweep through his body, one that made it hard to
breathe. The cock felt so hot in his hand, and so big and
slippery. Locke moaned. Tony did, too.
"Put it in, honey...hurry, put it in..." Tony begged,
pulling his knees up and spreading his legs as wide as he could
to expose his hungry pussy to its fullest. As Tony wiped his
hand clean on the bedsheets, Locke took final position over the
woman, placing the head of his slick cock against the opening
that it craved.
Tony placed his hands on Locke's shoulders. Looking
beyond the huge bustline that graced his chest, Tony managed
to see the man use one hand to move his hard penis into
position for penetration.
Tony closed his eyes. Once again, he felt the large,
rounded head of Locke's naked penis press against the lips of
his pussy. With a single, determined thrust the cock buried
itself deep into Tony's flesh, but somehow, this time, it was
different. There was a new magic alive within Tony, the
magic of being a total woman, pinned to a mattress by and
making love with a total man.
And Tony wanted it more than anything he had ever
longed for. He found that he loved Locke -- fully,
emotionally, and sexually, as a woman loves a man.
"Brandi...oh, Brandi," Locke whispered. "It's so
good..."
"Ohhhh, Locke," the woman moaned. Locke began to
pump into her harder. "Ohhhhhh...yes...yes, Locke...ohhh,
I'm so glad I'm a woman..."
"I'm glad you are, too, baby..."
Tony held his gorgeous legs straight and high in the air,
legs spread wide, and watched as his glossy black high-heels
air-danced to the beat of Locke's assault. Overflowing with
joy and fulfillment, Tony laughed a woman's laugh and
embraced the fire building within him.
As Tony was repeatedly bounced into the softness of the
mattress beneath him, his huge breasts danced with gelatinous
love against his silky chest. Glorying in the sensation, he
claimed forever his new identity as the woman, Brandi. He
would keep his thousands of memories of life as Tony, but he
would never again want to return to that life. He embraced
womanhood, joyfully drinking in the feel of his breasts, his
softness, and his -- her -- happily filled vagina.
Tony was no more. Brandi relished the feel of the cock
inside her, glowing with a life and vibrance she had never
known as a man.
"How is it, baby?" Locke asked, smiling at her pleasure.
"Oh, Locke, it's so big..." she moaned, eyes closed.
"I wish it were bigger," Locke said. "I wish it was a
huge, monster cock that could fuck you like no woman's ever
been fucked before..."
"Mmmmmm..." Brandi moaned, wordlessly wishing the
same and joyfully pulling the man's face closer in order to kiss
him deeply. "I...I...love you..."
"Love you, too, baby," Locke said.
The crystal glowed once again, unseen by either of the
lovers for it was pressed between the massive inner sides of
Brandi's breasts. She felt something gently warm in her
cleavage, and something wondrous inside her.
Locke's cock grew two inches longer and an inch bigger
around, even as he continued pumping. He felt the woman's
hot vagina grow even tighter around his engorged organ, as
she felt him fill her beyond the limit.
"Oooooooh...yes! Yes, Locke! Ohhhhhhh...it's
so...ohhhhhhh! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh.........!" Sparks
danced from her clitoris as the added friction of his wish-
enlarged cock increased her orgasmic fire, which built steadily
toward its explosive climax.
She embraced him tightly, encouraging his pumping
hips by stroking her soft palms against Locke's sweaty back
and hard buttocks. She wrapped her smooth legs around him,
holding him inside her as he drove like a piston into her tight,
slippery cylinder.
"Ohhhhhh, Locke! Ohhhhhh, Locke! YES! FUCK ME...!"
The moist, wet sound of their sexes merging filled the
cabin, as did the woman's cries of deep ecstasy. Her passion
stirred the man to pump still harder and even faster, bringing
her to the very brink of climax.
"Ohhh, Locke! Ohhh, Locke! I'm going to...to..."
She came. Gloriously, explosively. Eyes clenched,
gripping Locke's flesh in her soft hands, she cried out in the
throes of female fire. A woman's orgasm flooded her senses,
set them ablaze. Her pussy drenched his cock as her steaming
come flowed outward, soaking the sheets beneath her with its
musky wetness. It was a sexual sensation infinitely beyond
anything the man named Tony could ever have known, as if
the sensual universe had taken ignited within her.
With great satisfaction, Locke watched the woman have
her orgasm as he continued to pump slowly and gently into
her. She's never felt one like this, he knew, looking into her
perfect face.
"Ohhhhh..." the woman moaned as the electricity began
to subside. "Ohhh, Locke...it's so...so...wonderful..."
Again, their lips found each other's in a hard, lustful kiss.
Moments later, Locke's breathing became spasmodic and
his face contorted with the intensity of his own orgasm. He
rammed his cock as deep into Brandi as it would go and
forcefully sprayed her depths with his hot come as she smiled,
eyes closed. She kept her smooth legs locked tightly around
him, kissed him and gently caressed his rugged face.
"Yes, baby...that's it...I feel your come inside me," she
said, running her fingers gently and repeatedly through his
hair. "That's it...fill Mama's pussy...that's it...Mama's pussy
needs your hot come...it's so warm...your come feels so
good...yes...come for Mama..." Locke finished and relaxed,
then, exhausted, he lied upon her and laid his head beside hers.
She once more played with his short, curly hair.
"That was wonderful," Brandi whispered, stroking her
man's firm flesh, fulfilled and totally happy for the first time
in her life, "I want to be with you always. I want to have
your baby."
"Marry me...?" Locke asked the woman, hope in his
eyes.
"Yes, Locke Parker," she joyfully said. "I will marry
you."
The rest of the afternoon was a time of raw lovemaking.
In the throes of passion, Locke totally forgot that Tony was
due to arrive.
The new woman loved each sexual position more than
the last. She found that her favorite was the same as that
which had been the favorite of the old Brandi -- on her hands
and knees on the edge of the bed, with Locke standing behind
her, holding her waist as he rammed his erect and newly-
enlarged tool hard into her wanting vagina.
Their naked bodies glistened with the glossy sheen of
body oil. During the man's rhythmic pounding of her vagina,
Brandi rocked back and met each thrust. Her breasts hung
free, moving like live things. It was so glorious having a
woman's intercourse, letting a man drive his penetrating flesh
so deeply and hotly into hers.
Brandi came again and again that afternoon, living a
sexual adventure of legendary proportions. Sex had become a
wondrous and beautiful thing, just as Tony himself had. Their
lovemaking continued into the night, and the lovers fell asleep
in each other's arms.
The next morning, Locke was awakened by a sharp,
loud pounding. Rising from the sex-mussed bed, he walked
naked into the hall bathroom.
He found Brandi in the bathroom, dressed only in
panties and one of Locke's huge dress shirts, which was
unbuttoned fully to expose her breasts. She was leaning over
the sink, smashing her rose-crystal necklace with a hammer.
He smiled and watched her, aroused by the sight of her
luscious breasts as they jiggled with each hammerblow.
The crystal shattered. Its tiny, broken pieces washed
down the drain.
"I though you liked that necklace," Locke said, puzzled.
The woman kissed him deeply. "I do. I love it..."
Locke looked confused. "I don't want anything undone. Ever.
I don't want anything else. I have all I ever dreamed of, right
now." He looked at her quizzically. "Don't worry,
honey...it's a girl thing," Brandi assured him.
The doorbell sounded. Locke answered to find the new
Tony at the door. "Sorry I'm late," he said. He watched as
Brandi, buttoning her shirt, walked into the room. Their eyes
met. The secret they shared danced in the air between them.
"Hi, Brandi," Tony said, looking upon the feminine
loveliness that had previously been his own. "Have a good
night?"
The woman smiled, clutching Locke's arm and leaning
up on tip-toes to kiss him. "Wonderful. Locke asked me to
marry him."
"And she said 'yes,'" Locke added.
"Congratulations," Tony said, truly happy for them.
Fulfilling their engagement, Brandi married Locke
three months later. Tony served as best man. Brandi cooked
and cleaned for her husband, embracing the stereotypical role
of housewife. She even joined the ladies' club in a nearby
small town, living her June Cleaver life to the hilt as Locke's
woman and wife. She always wore dresses and high heels,
never pants. She embraced every part of daily life as a
woman, from shaving her legs to wearing lipstick and having
her nails done. She greeted her period each month. Only she
knew how much more fulfilling her life had become with her
change of sex, and she remembered her life as a man almost as
if it were some odd dream.
The newlyweds shared a sex life that was loving,
exciting, inventive, and very, very frequent. When she
became pregnant, Brandi gloried in all nine months of
impending motherhood. When the baby kicked within her, she
felt more complete and fulfilled than at any time in her life.
Locke looked upon his wife as she carried their child,
cherishing her every breath, her every pregnant moment.
She bore him twin daughters. Happily and lovingly, she
nursed her children with the milk of her generous breasts and
delighted in total motherhood.
A year later, Brandi became pregnant again. Once
more she embraced being with child, and positively glowed
with a feminine radiance that somehow made her even more
beautiful than usual. Every time the new baby kicked, she
again thanked the woman in her past who had made it all
possible.
When the time came, she gave birth to a son. Locke
chose his name, and his wife gladly agreed to his choice.
They named him 'Anthony.'
FIN
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