GENDER SWAP
Magic Mirror
By Jessica Nolan
“At midnight you’re gonna want to take a walk around the hotel, just to check
on things. Shouldn’t be any problems. Then at around two in the morning
you’ll walk around the hotel again, shouldn’t be any problems then either. At
four in the morning…”
I suddenly interrupt Alice, my new boss. “Let me guess, I walk around
the hotel?”
The older woman looks at me in stunned silence, her large eyes frozen
behind the thick-rimmed glasses that perch between us atop her pointy nose.
“How did you know?” Alice finally asks.
“Just a guess.” I tell her, trying not to laugh.
Alice smiles and nods. She’s a very sweet woman but achingly dull,
much like the rest of this place. “Shouldn’t be a problem,” Alice tells me.
Tonight is the first night at my new job and, despite my best efforts, I
still don’t think that I’m quite prepared for all of this excruciating boredom.
Of course, it could be worse. Most of my friends are working their way
through college as baristas or flipping burgers, so my new position as night
clerk at the local bed and breakfast is nothing to scoff at. It pays well too, and
the fact that I was able to get this job at all was pretty astounding, seeing as
I’m just one guy in a small college town of thousands, all of them looking to
make a few bucks and alleviate the financial strain of the modern college
experience.
“Any questions, Mark?” Alice asks as she pulls on her large fur coat.
She is slow and bumbling, her gray hair falling messily over her face as she
tries her best to brush it away.
I think for a moment. “No, I think I’ve pretty much got it. I just stand
here and wait until someone wants to check in, I plug them into the computer
and then help them to their rooms.”
“And at midnight?” Alice asks.
“I take a walk around the hotel,” I tell her.
“And why do we walk around the hotel?” Alice continues.
I think about this for a moment and suddenly the entire thing strikes me
as a little odd. I’ve been so caught up in trying to avoid the inevitable
drudgery of sitting at this desk all night, that I hadn’t really given any though
to the reasons why I was asked to patrol the hotel grounds.
First of all, this place has nothing that anyone would want to steal, at
least nobody with half a brain. Calling it a hotel was a fairly generous
assessment, and in reality this ancient manor was much more of a quaint bed
and breakfast that was in serious need of a remodel. Of course, if spending
the night in a haunted house is your style, then the Hilltop Hotel might just be
the place for you. Regardless, there was little here of value; no television, no
stereo, just an old piano out in the living-room-turned-lobby and that was
much too large for anyone to make off with.
It’s also not like there are all that many people here in our little corner
of Maine who are looking to cause trouble. Sure, college kids are dumb, but
there just aren’t enough of us out here to make the bad apples something
worth worrying about. It’s a peaceful place, somehow existing outside the
real world bubble of crime and disorder.
“I have no idea,” I finally tell Alice, cracking myself up. “I’m sorry. I
mean, I know when I’m supposed to check things out but I really can’t
remember why.”
Alice’s face immediately goes from sweet and good-natured to gravely
solemn, awash with concern. “This is very serious.” Alice tells me.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I assure her. “I really am.”
“Check the hotel, check the garden.” Alice informs me. “And make
sure nobody goes into the door on the fourth floor.”
Suddenly it all comes flooding back to me; the fourth floor. I had
forgotten about the old woman’s obsession with her late husband’s study,
located in the pinnacle of this strange old house. The room was kept locked
and was completely off limits to both guests and staff. To be honest, the
entire thing had completely slipped my mind as it was just one less thing for
me to think about while I sit here bored out of my skull, but now that Alice is
making such a huge deal about it, I find myself intrigued. Was there
something up there hidden away that would be worth someone stealing?
Apparently, this woman thought so.
“Of course!” I tell Alice. “I’ll keep an eye on it.”
Alice nods. “Good, good. It’s locked anyway but you can never be too
sure.”
I smile and walk the old woman out, opening the door for her as she
heads into the cold northeastern night.
“Have a good one, Alice!” I call.
The woman waves in return, disappearing into the darkness as I shut
the door and head back to the hotel front desk. I center myself and look down
at the smooth oak surface, taking it all in. This is going to be my new view
five nights a week during the quarter.
Unfortunately for me, there is no service out here in the deep Maine
woods, distant from both the campus and the small central town, so I won’t
be sending any texts tonight.
I turn to the old desktop computer to my right and try to see is I can
connect to the Internet, but my suspicions are correct and I soon find that
even an online connection is nonexistent. I click through a few folders on the
computer, searching desperately for a game of any kind and then suddenly
breathe a sigh of relief as I find an ancient version of solitaire, which I
quickly boot up and start playing.
An hour flies by quickly as I relearn to play this card game of my
childhood, not a single person entering or exiting the hotel lobby. According
to Alice, not many people stay here, which is a strange thing for a business
owner to be fully aware of and not do anything about. Regardless, it means
that I could be going several nights without providing a service to anyone.
Currently there is only one guest staying at the Hilltop Hotel, and they
haven’t made a peep.
Now that midnight has finally arrived, I pause my game and make my
way through the ground floor of the building, scanning my surroundings for
anything out of the ordinary. To be fair, everything is a little bit out of the
ordinary around here, the furnishings consisting mostly of things that Alice’s
late husband collected on his business trips back and forth between the
United States and England. The entire manor has an eerie, old world vibe that
can rarely be found on this side of the Atlantic.
As expected, everything checks out on the first floor, so I make my way
up to the second, which is basically just two long hallways with a few
bedrooms scattered throughout. There’s nothing to see here, so I continue
upward.
The moment that I reach the third floor landing I immediately notice
that something is wrong. The rooms here are as they should be, clean and
empty, but a dim light shines down from the stairway to the forbidden fourth
floor, casting the landing in a strange glow.
I walk briskly over to the bottom of the stairs and look up them, finding
that the door at the top has been left wide open. The lock on the door appears
to have been cut by some kind of heavy-duty bolt cutters.
“Shit,” I say to myself, my heart suddenly skipping a beat. I’m not
superstitious in any way, but the way that Alice was acting about this
particular room was unusual enough to make me a little cautious as I make
my way up the stairs. The room appears slowly as my view finally crests over
the top and reveals the attic.
Before me is a seemly normal room with rustic hardwood floors, the
wallpaper appearing to be exactly the same as it is the rest of the manor.
There’s even a small table and chair positioned awkwardly against the far
wall. However, in this particular room a medium sized mirror hangs central to
everything; deep, black and foreboding.
I take a few more steps up until I can see my form in the mirror
hanging directly across the room from me, and then stop abruptly in complete
shock.
My reflection in the mirror is almost exactly as it should be, except the
gender has been reversed. Instead of my usual, short-chopped hair, long
waves and ringlets cascade down around my shoulders. My cheekbones are
higher and my lips slightly more plump, and two massive breasts sit atop my
chest.
I glance down, just to make sure that I’m still me and, sure enough,
nothing has changed. When I look back in the mirror, however, my feminine
features remain.
Suddenly, there’s a loud creak from the third floor hallway behind me
and I spin around, just barely catching a glimpse of someone’s shoe as they
take off down the lower stairs.
“Hey!” I call out.
Suddenly, the mystery man is running, their feet slamming hard against
the floor as they race down the staircase. I immediately follow in hot pursuit,
leaving the attic wide open as I sprint as fast as I can downward.
No matter how fast I go, the man always seem to be just the slightest
bit in front of me until we reach the lobby and, somehow, I manage to catch
up with him, grabbing the guy by the shirt collar as he tries in vain to escape
out of the hotel’s front door. I pull him back and spin him around.
“What are you doing?” I ask firmly.
The mystery man shakes his head, stammering something about getting
lost on his way to the bathroom.
“You got lost so you cut the bolt on a door?” I demand to know.
“Please.”
Suddenly, I recognize the guy. He’s the only guest that was checked in
tonight, a quiet and unassuming man when I first saw him, now wide-eyed
and terrified after being caught red handed.
“Do you know what’s up there?” The man asks. “Do you realize what
that mirror is?”
“I’ve seen mirrors,” I inform him.
The man shakes his head violently. “Not like this one, not at all like
this one. That mirror is a piece of history, it belongs in a museum not locked
up in this old bed and breakfast.”
“Well, that’s not yours to decide.” I tell him. “Now sit down while I
call the police.”
“No, no, no. Listen to me.” The man says. “Have you heard of
Lenoris?”
“The god of change? Greek myth?” I respond, humoring him more than
I probably should.
The man holds up his hand, revealing an ornate tattoo of the male and
female symbols combined into one. “Lenoris is the one true god, and that is
their mirror.”
I shake my head, suddenly realizing that this guy is utterly batshit
crazy. “Okay, I’m calling the cops.”
“No, wait!” The man protests again. “Help me bring Lenoris’s mirror
back to the people. It can’t be locked away like this.”
I stop for a moment and let out a long sigh. As much as I hate to admit
it, this crazy guy has made my night much more exciting than I expected it to
be and, if I have to be here for a few more hours, I might as well squeeze as
much entertainment out of him as I can.
“Okay, fine,” I cave. “Tell me about Lenoris’s mirror.”
The man relaxes a bit, although deep behind his eyes I can still sense a
crazed and frenetic energy. “Our god is the master of fluidity. Through
Lenoris, your given body is just a starting point, not an ending.”
Unable to stop myself, I immediately burst out laughing. The crazy
guest is not amused by my reaction and immediately tries to walk past me, up
the stairs again. I grab him and pull him back.
“You need to leave right now,” I tell the man.
He shakes his head. “Not without that mirror.”
Suddenly, all of this messing around isn’t funny anymore. I march over
to the front desk and pull it open, removing a can of mace that Alice has left
inside for circumstances like this one, as rare as they may be.
The second that he sees what I’m carrying, the man throws his hands
up in the air. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!”
“Get the fuck out,” I tell him. “Right now.”
The man backs up slowly until eventually he exits through the front
door, which I lock behind him. I watch as he walks off into the darkness in
defeat.
“Holy shit,” I finally sigh once he disappears completely, letting out a
long breath of anxious air.
I walk over to the front desk and pick up the phone, trying to decide
whether I should call Alice or the police first. The dial tone buzzes in my ear,
droning on and on as I hold the receiver like a statue. Suddenly, I hang it up.
Despite the clear mental issues going on with this strange man, the
mirror had actually been very intriguing. Now that the attic is open, it would
be a complete waste for me to not go up there and check things out. Maybe
my eyes had been playing tricks on me before, but maybe they hadn’t.
I check once again that the front door is locked and then quietly make
my way up the many flights of stairs towards the hotel attic.
Of course, the attic door is still wide open when I get there, a shaft of
eerie light shining down along the staircase below.
I make my way up the stairs and into the strange room, immediately
finding that the mirror now reveals nothing more than a standard reflection. I
hate to say it, but I’m actually a little disappointed, some deep part of me
yearning to be involved in the strange supernatural mystery.
I step closer, and closer still, peering into the mirror’s hard, perfectly
flat surface. Nothing seems out of the ordinary.
I slowly reach out and touch the glass.
Suddenly, pain surges through my body, causing me to double over and
stumble backwards. I’m reeling from the sensation, trying hard to stay
upright but eventually succumbing to the powerful aches that pulse through
me. The next think I know, I’m on the floor, moaning loudly in a crumpled
ball. It feels as though my body is being pulled apart, every atom within me
stretching and mutating.
Eventually, though, the discomfort passes. I now find myself laying flat
on the wooden floor, staring up at the ceiling above as I struggle to catch my
breath. I sit up slowly, thankful the chaos is over until I catch a glimpse of
my own reflection.
Once again, my gender in the mirror has been reversed, but as I slowly
look down at myself, I realize that my reflection is not the only thing that’s
changed.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, reaching up and grabbing ahold of my brand new
tits.
I’m a woman now.
I stand up abruptly and begin to explore this new body. My cock has
disappeared, and in its place is a beautiful pussy, aching and wet. My muscles
are toned, lean, and youthful.
“Do you understand the power of Lenoris now?” comes a confident
voice from behind me.
I spin around to find the man from before standing in the attic doorway.
“I don’t know if I… this is…” I stammer, not quite sure what to say.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” the man in the doorway continues.
“Yes,” I admit with a nod.
“How do you feel?” the man asks.
I consider his words, then take a minute to check in with myself, trying
my best to calm down given the utterly surreal circumstances. My body
certainly feels different, but there are many things about this feminine form
that remain similar. I’m still a human being, after all.
“I feel like myself,” I finally say.
The man in the doorway smiles. “I never got your name,” he says.
“I’m Mark,” I tell him. “You?”
“Erik,” he says. “Are you a believer now?”
I’m not quite sure if I’m ready to make this leap yet, but when I think
about everything that’s happened in the last few minutes, it seems crazy not
to. This isn’t just some flight of fantasy, this is a true-to-life miracle that has
completely transformed my body. I can see it, and I can sense it.
Truth be told, I’m starting to sense a lot of things now. For one, the
new female hormones that course through my system are much more
powerful that I expected. Maybe it’s simply due to the fact that I’m not used
to them yet, but regardless of the reason, these emotional surges that pulse
through me cannot be denied. At first, the feelings are hard to recognize, but
the longer I stand here, the more they begin to take shape and form a potent,
erotic venom.
I’m horny, and not in the way that I’m typically used to. Now that I
exist in a woman’s body, there’s nothing I crave more than a huge fucking
cock. I’m not gay, and I’ve never been attracted to another man before in my
life, but I can’t deny how good Erik is looking.
The man in the doorway can sense it, too, I soon realize.
I watch as Erik’s eyes linger across the curves of my body, lustfully
taking it all in.
“If you touch the mirror again, you can change back,” Erik informs me.
“But, you know, if there’s anything you want to try out in the body of a
woman, now is your chance.”
I’m trembling with nervous apprehension, but I don’t stop Erik as he
steps closer. Eventually, we’re pressed right up against each other,
exchanging heat through our bodies.
“I want you,” I finally coo, giving in to my desires.
Suddenly, Erik and me are exploding with passion, kissing each other
furiously as our hands tear away at the clothing the separates our skin. I’m
pulling Erik’s shirt up over his head and tossing it to the side, and he does the
same to me.
Overwhelmed with arousal, I quickly drop down into a squat before the
handsome man. I frantically unzip his jeans and then, moments later, pull
forth an absolutely enormous cock, rock hard and swollen as it juts out
toward my face in all of its fleshy glory.
Erik lets out a long, satisfied groan as I wrap my fingers tightly around
his shift, throwing his head back and letting the sound slip slowly from his
lips. As I pump my hand across the man’s length he pushes back against me,
rocking his hips in time with my movements.
It’s not long before I take things to the next level, opening my mouth
wide and swallowing Erik’s enormous shaft. The man’s girth stretches my
lips to the brink, but I somehow manage to take him, bobbing my head up
and down at an ever-escalating pace. With my free hand, I reach up and begin
to cradle Erik’s hanging balls, drawing on my own previous experiences as a
man to provide him with the best service possible.
Honestly, I still can’t believe this is happening, but there’s something
about it that feels right in every way. While I typically find myself on the
opposite end of this sexual equation, my feminine desire is natural and
unforced. This is who I am now.
Eventually, I muster up all the focus I can manage and then push
myself down onto Erik’s rod, much deeper than any previous pump until the
head of the man’s shaft is pressed hard against the limits of my gag reflex.
Somehow, I manage to relax my neck, allow Erik to pass through and
plummeting his cock all the way down to the hilt. The next thing I know, my
face is pressed hard against Erik’s muscular, toned abs, his dick completely
consumed in a beautiful deep throat.
Erik places his hands on the back of my head and holds me here for a
moment, savoring the feeling as I submit myself to him. When I finally pull
back with a gasp, spit flies everywhere, hanging between my lips and the
head of his cock in a long, glistening strand.
“I need you to fuck me,” I beg. “I need you to take this brand new
pussy for a ride.”
I fall back onto the floor, pulling off my pants and underwear and then
tossing them to the side. I spread my slender, womanly legs wide, allowing
Erik to get a good look at my wet slit as I tease him playfully.
“Like what you see?” I ask, smiling mischievously.
Erik nods and then climbs down into position before me. He takes my
legs in his large hands and then spreads me even wider, allowing his massive
dick to align with the entrance of my tightness. Even though Erik is clearly
just as horny as I am, he teases me for a moment, allowing the head of his
cock to just barely slip past the lip of my brand new pussy, then pulling back.
“Do it!” I demand. “Fuck me right now!”
Finally, Erik has mercy and slides forward with his enormous rod,
impaling me across his length.
I let out a startled gasp as Erik enters me, not entirely prepared for his
incredible size. Regardless, the sensation of being penetrated like this is
entirely foreign, and it takes me a moment to actually come to terms with
what’s happening to my body. Nerves are being stimulated within me that I
never knew I had, and with them comes a warm, pleasant ache.
The sensation builds with every thrust, spilling out across my body and
filling me with an erotic bliss. I reach down with own hand and being to
massage my clit, running my fingers around the hood in gentle circles while
Erik continues to pound me harder and harder.
Soon enough, the man before me is slamming my body with everything
he’s got. He’s clearly an experienced lover, his cock angled just right as it
rubs against my depths.
“Oh my fucking god!” I cry out in my new female voice, belligerent
with lust. “I’m so close! You’re gonna make me cum!”
The pleasure fills me more and more until, eventually, there’s no room
left inside my body. I’m completely consumed by aching warmth, the
sensations causing my frame to quake hard while I hurtle towards to edge of
orgasm. I can sense that I’m incredibly close to lift off, but for some reason
the climax never comes.
If I was still in my male body, then this orgasm would’ve occurred
long, long again. Instead, the powder keg of pressure keeps building and
building, looming much larger than I ever thought possible.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” I’m chanting now in a frantic
mantra, my eyes rolling back into my head.
Suddenly, the tension finally breaks and a powerful orgasm goes
ripping through my body. I throw my head back and let out a blood-curdling
scream, every muscle within me expanding and contracting in wild fits of
ecstasy. Erik sticks with me throughout the entire ordeal, hammering away
with just as much confidence as ever.
When I’m finally finished, however, Erik takes his cue and pulls out of
my tight, wet pussy. The man beats himself off with a few quick pumps and
then, suddenly, jizz is ejecting hard from the head of his shaft. The pearly
liquid flies everywhere, splattering across my stomach and chest, and even
reaching the tip of my chin, where a hot, milky rope now dangles.
Eventually, Erik falls back, completely exhausted.
“That was incredible,” I tell him, still trying to collect myself.
Erik nods, a wide grin creeping its way across his handsome face.
“Ready to help me get this mirror out of here?” he questions.
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GENDER SWAP
The Cove
A morning routine is important, and this simple fact cannot be stressed
enough if you want to be a truly successful person. These are the first
moments of your day, and from them will emerge an arrangement of events
that can all be traced back to this singular starting point. If you get things
going on the right foot then you can often expect smooth sailing until
nightfall, but if you stumble right out the gate, you’ve pretty much ruined any
chance of a fruitful twenty-four hours.
Every moment acts as a foundation for the next, taking the past and
transforming it into your own version of the future.
Each day, my alarm goes off at six in the morning, just as the sun
begins to crest over the distant horizon and fill my bedroom with a glorious
orange light. I hit the gym in my apartment building for a solid half hour of
cardio, then another half hour of weights, before heading out the door
towards the nearby beach. Along the way, I grab a fresh vegetable smoothie,
and by the time I reach the water it’s always empty.
After all this intense physical work, I take a moment to get in touch
with myself. I swim out into the cool Santa Monica waves, the sun now
beaming down just like it has a thousand times before, and will a thousand
times more. In this moment I feel like I can accomplish anything, and it’s
only after I reach this awareness that I swim back to shore to shower off and
head to the office.
When people ask how I’m managed to accomplish so much in my life,
this is what I describe, a sturdy, reliable foundation, and it’s why I’m so
nervous when me and my business partner, Sam, touch down in Cancun.
“What’s your deal?” Sam leans over to ask me, noticing the strained
look on my face as our plane hits the runway and slows to a steady coast. “If
you’re afraid of flying then you’ve got nothing to worry about, because we
just landed.”
I crack a smile and shake my head. “It’s not that.”
Sam lets out a long sigh. “Tim, I get it. You’re nervous about the deal,
but you’ve got this. I’ve seen you kill it in a million meetings before, and
you’re gonna kill it in this one. Just because it’s with the head of
telecommunications for all Central America, doesn’t mean you need to do
anything differently.”
Sam is messing with me now, but luckily I don’t mind. Despite the
jokes, I’m confident in my abilities as a negotiator in the world of big
business. What I’m not confident about, however, is my morning routine.
“We’re on the beach right?” I suddenly ask Sam.
My business partner gives me a quizzical look. “We’ve got the most
important business meeting of our lives coming up, and all you can think
about is whether or not we’re on the beach?” the man questions.
“I know it seems weird,” I struggle to explain, “but it’s part of my
whole day. I need to get up at six, then grab my smoothie, then swim in the
ocean.”
Sam laughs. “You’re a weird dude, but whatever works. If you keep
pulling in these big accounts, then I don’t care if you sacrifice a goat in a
volcano every morning.”
I nod, thankful for my friend’s understanding.
“The hotel’s got a gym and smootie bar,” Sam continues. “You should
be just fine.”
“And a beach to swim?” I question, filling in the blanks.
Sam ignores my question, glancing out through the plane’s window
with a suspicious air of detachment.
“And a beach to swim?” I repeat.
Finally, my friend breaks, turning back to me. “Well, we’re on the
beach, but the cove had some kind of chemical spill recently. You’re not
supposed to swim in the water.”
“What?” I blurt, seized with alarm. Despite the fact that my swim is the
most loosely focused part of my morning routine, it’s without a doubt the
most important and effective. If I want to go into this meeting with full force,
then I need to spend my time in the waves.
“I know, I know,” Sam says. “When I booked the room they said you
could swim in the cove, but you know how they are down here with industry
regulations. Someone spilled tons and tons of a dangerous chemical that
shouldn’t have been left unattended, and now the whole coastline is closed
over there. I think the spot right around our hotel got the worst of it.”
I can feel myself starting to hyperventilate, the breaths that move in and
out of my lungs becoming more and more rapid with every passing heave.
My mind is racing with possible solutions, grasping at straws. “Maybe I
could walk down the beach a ways,” I offer.
Sam shakes his head. “Dude, I said the whole coastline. The hotel’s got
a pool though, you’ll be fine.”
My friend doesn’t seem to understand that a connection to nature is the
most important part of my morning moment, but the longer I sit here
wallowing in this quicksand of stress and anxiety, the more I appreciate his
attempt at a solution. I’m an adult, and a powerful one at that, I can’t be
letting something like this emotionally destroy me without putting up a fight.
I take another deep breath, and this time I let the calm pulse through me
as the air slips out in one slow, satisfying purge.
Above me, the fasten seatbelt chime rings loudly and everyone in the
plane erupts to their feet, pulling their bags from the overhead compartments.
We have arrived.
This hotel is absolutely gorgeous, but as I stand here in the luxurious modern
lobby overlooking the blue water below, I find myself incredibly frustrated.
We’ve already been told a thousand times by our hotel staff that the
beach is closed, and the large orange signs and fluttering tape that line the
coast continue to be a reminder, but other than that, I remain unconvinced.
The water itself is a magnificent turquoise, calm and clear as far as the eye
can see.
It’s the morning of our presentation and I’m up early, already clad in
my swimming shorts as I head towards the hotel pool. This incredible view
has stopped me, however, and right now I’m rethinking everything.
One of the hotel staff notices me staring out across the water and walks
over. “I’m sorry, the beach is closed,” he says. “Very toxic.”
I nod. “I know. I’m headed to the pool.”
This explanation seems to be satisfactory, and the man turns to leave
with no idea that, at this point, I’m already lying through my teeth.
Without another moment of hesitation I cross the hotel lobby, taking a
direct route towards the swimming pool and then immediately veering off
course. Instead, I head off onto a nearby path that leads out into the jungle,
the trees blooming up around me in lush green ferns that cover my route.
Soon enough, I’m completely hidden from any prying eyes, making my way
down towards the waterfront.
Of course, I can’t go swimming right out there in the waters directly
before my hotel, so I angle my path slightly. I’m headed for a nearby cove,
just beyond the sightline of any concerned staffmembers.
Deeper and deeper I descend into the jungle, my path eroding away
slightly as the plant life becomes even more overgrown around me.
Eventually, I reach a single strip of orange tape that’s been stretched from
one side of my path to the other.
“Warning: Do not swim,” I read aloud, before slipping under the
cautionary hanging plastic.
I continue on my way.
Soon enough, I find myself stepping out onto the sand of a sparkling
golden beach, the entire cove completely empty as the blue waves lap softly
against the shore. Around me are tall cliffs covered in thick greenery that
hangs down in plumes of colorful flowers and vines. This is paradise, and it’s
exactly what I need before my incredibly important meeting.
I cross the sand with a steady walk that quickly begins to escalate,
growing in speed until I’m sprinting towards the water. When I finally reach
the edge I run full force into the waves, letting the gloriously cool ocean wash
over me and then diving in the second that I have enough depth to work with.
I’m swimming now, feeling the pull of the current against my body as it
washes away all of the anxieties that had been building up within.
When I finally come up for air, I turn over and lay back so that my face
is staring up at the sun, it’s warm beams dancing across my skin. I float here,
relaxing without a care in the world.
As usual, the changes to the tension in my body are almost immediate,
but in this tropical setting I can feel them even more than usual. The
sensation is always powerful, but it’s more mental than physical. Right now,
I’m sensing both of these categories in an incredibly potent way, my skin
tingling with a light, unexpected sizzle as my mind continues to flutter about.
I take in a deep breath, and then let it out, pushing into the positive
cosmic sensations and allowing them to consume me. You’re going to do an
amazing job at this meeting, I remind myself.
I stay like this for a good twenty minutes until, finally, it’s time to
return to the shore. It’s only when I start to swim back that I notice something
truly off about the internal feelings of my body. I’m somehow disconnected
from myself now, as though the commands of my brain are reaching my arms
and legs in a way that’s just the slightest bit off. I’ve gone swimming
thousands of times before, but something about this moment just feels… off.
When I finally make it back to the sand, this awkwardness in my
movements continues. I stand in the sun, turning my head from side to side
and lifting my arms up and down, hoping that everything within me will
simply line up again. It doesn’t.
“What the fuck?” I say aloud, slight concern finally sneaking its way
into my voice.
It’s only now that I notice how slender my arm have become, the thick
muscles now deflated into toned, yet feminine, appendages.
Not knowing what else to do, I run back over to the edge of the shore,
finding a large rock where some of the water has pooled and my reflection
can be seen with undeniable clarity. I gaze down at myself, then gasp aloud
when I see the tan face staring back at me.
I reach up and touch my skin, as if this simple test could disprove the
image that my eyes have so directly taking in.
Somehow, during the course of my swim, my body has completely
transformed from that of a rugged man, to a gorgeous young woman. I’ve
retained most of my features, but my gender has been completely swapped.
Long dark hair now cascades around my shoulders and my eyelashes have
seemingly doubled in side.
I turn my gaze away from the water and glance down at my own body,
noticing now the two massive breasts that sit atop my chest. They’re
completely exposed to the sun, tan and perky as I reach up and run my
fingers across the nipples.
“Whoa,” is all that I can manage to say, the single word falling limply
from my lips.
My hands drift down lower and lower across my toned stomach until,
eventually, they reach the waistband of my swim trunks. I carefully pull my
trunks out to peek inside, then immediately gasp as I realize my cock has
disappeared, replaced instead by the slight slit of my brand new pussy.
I stumble away from the rock, nearly toppling over into the sand as I
struggle to collect myself. I realize immediately what’s going on, that the
toxic chemicals in this cove have had a powerful reaction with the chemistry
of my body. This is why the people here were so forceful with their warnings.
Fear immediately overwhelms me, my mind flooded with an endless
barrage of questions about my future as a woman. Is this permanent? Will I
ever return to my former life or will I be stuck in this new body forever?
Strangely, however, this tight grip of terror is quickly replaced by
another emotion, one that is somehow even more powerful as it comes
rumbling up from the deepest parts of my soul. At first, I’m not quite sure if
I’m reading my own emotions correctly, the implications just too strange to
accept, but as the sensations build and build they eventually become just to
potent to deny.
Soon enough, I find myself completely consumed by an aching lust,
craving a chance at taking my brand new body for an erotic spin. I can feel
my pussy getting wet, aching to be touched.
At first, this incredible lust seems completely out of place, but when I
remember the transformation that has just occurred within my body, it all
starts to make sense. I’ve suddenly become overwhelmed with female
hormones, an entirely new set of commands for my brain to process. Without
any past experience to draw from, these feminine feelings are hitting me hard
and overwhelming my senses.
“Oh my god,” I groan aloud to myself. “I need to get off.”
I make a move to reach down between my legs, but suddenly stop when
I hear a smattering of laugher erupt from the nearby tree line. I glance up to
see a group of tan men approaching, carrying surfboards as they make their
way down the beach.
Before I have a chance to cover myself up, the gang and I make eye
contact. The guys instantly start to chatter amongst themselves, clearly
noticing my enormous and exposed breasts. Eventually, they wave and start
to approach.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” I start to repeat under my breath, not exactly
knowing what to do with myself.
“Hey!” one of the guys offers. “How’s it going? You been swimming
this morning?”
“Yeah,” I reply, then suddenly shake my head. “No. I mean, don’t go
out there. The water’s dangerous.”
“I was about to tell you the same thing,” the guy says with a laugh. “I
was the signs, but I think we’re fine.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to go out there,” I continue.
The surfers seem a bit confused by my insistence, but they shrug it off.
As we stand here talking, I immediately notice the way that these men
continue to sneak glances at my nude body, the way that their eyes linger as
they make their was across my curves. To be perfectly honest, this newfound
erotic power that I’ve discovered is quite intoxicating, and it only adds to the
arousal that is already coursing through my veins. I’ve never been with
another man before, but thanks to these powerful feminine impulses that
surge through me, nothing could seem more natural than fucking all of these
guys right here and now in the hot sand.
“Instead of getting in the water, why don’t you stay right here and get
inside of me?” I question, the words shocking even myself as they escape
from my lips.
Immediately, the eyes of the surfers go wide, taken slightly aback by
this unexpected move. The men quickly exchange glances, but they all appear
to be on the same page.
It’s hard to turn down an offer this good, after all.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I continue. “Are you gonna fuck me
or not?”
Finally, the leader of the group cracks a smile. “I think we can help you
out.”
Immediately, I drop down into a squat before the guys, coaxing them
towards me with a slender finger.
“Come on, don’t be shy.” I coo, the lust now completely taking over.
“Get over here.”
At this point, I feel like nothing but a vessel of blissed out sexuality, a
pure expression of carnal desire.
Seizing the moment, this horny crowd of surfers make their way over to
me, quickly surrounding me with a forest of erect dick that juts out from
every angle towards my pretty new face.
“Oh my god,” the leader of the pack moans as I wrap my hand around
his enormous cock. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Thanks,” I reply with a grin.
Eventually, I begin to make my way around the circle, beating the
athletic men off two at a time while the others wait with their dicks planted
firmly in their hands.
Eventually, one of the surfers forcefully positions himself in front of
me. I look up at his handsome, tan face, then down at the massive, erect cock
that bobs in the air just inches from my mouth. I know exactly what he wants.
Without hesitation I open wide and take the huge dick deep inside my
throat. I swallow him greedily and push down as far as I can until his cock
reaches my gag reflex, then pause for a moment, trying my best to relax. I
look up at him again, this time without fear as I cradle his hanging balls with
one hand. The handsome surfer bucks against me, slipping in and out of my
lips as he puts his large hands behind my head and pumps my face up and
down on his huge shaft.
I love taking him as deep as I possibly can, and somehow I manage to
engulf the man’s cock in a stunning deep throat. I retch slightly as the shaft
plunges down farther and farther, but keep it together until, finally, I just
can’t take it anymore and come up for a desperate gulp of air.
I barely have time to collect myself before another surfer takes me by
the head and pushes me down onto his even larger member. My eyes go
wide, bugging out as he slips into my depths. The next thing I know, my face
is pressed up against his toned abs as his balls rest firmly against my chin.
“That’s a good girl!” the man tells me. “How does it feel to take all of
these cocks right here on the beach?”
Meanwhile, I can feel another handsome athlete climbing into position
behind me, crouching down onto the sand as I bend forward into the doggy
style position. The man pulls off my shorts and tosses them to the side,
exposing my tight wet slit to the cool sea breeze.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, unable to control myself. My voice is so muffled by
the cock buried within my throat that its damn near inaudible, but it’s the
thought that counts.
I strain to look back over my shoulder as the hulking surfer straddles
my rump and confidently slides his giant cock up into my pussy. He starts to
push in and out as I brace myself against the movement, which allows the
man in front to drive even deeper within.
Soon, the guys are utterly pummeling me from either end, slamming
back and forth against my body as I’m trapped dangling in the middle by
each of their throbbing dicks. I reach back with one hand while balancing
myself on the hot sand with the other, then use it to hold my ass open for my
muscular new lovers.
“Take me!” I command, the dick momentarily slipping out of my
mouth as I speak. “Fuck me harder! Give me everything you’ve got!”
The guys love my enthusiasm and quickly pick up the pace even more.
Behind me, the leader of the pack lets some of the other surfers have a turn.
They begin to switch out positions, running a train on my body as they fuck
me like a filthy slut.
Eventually, one of the men behind me leans back and hoists my small
frame up into the air, carrying me against his chest as I’m lifted from the
group and positioned before yet another one of the muscular men. The surfer
before me has his cock at the ready, brandishing his member with incredible
skill as my body is lowered onto his shaft, spread eagle. I cry out when he
impales me and stretches the limits of my tight new slit.
Behind, the beautiful tan guy who initially lifted me up now realigns
his cock from below. I can feel the head of his shaft pressed hard against the
rim of my asshole, aching to push through.
“You both want inside?” I ask. “At the same time?”
“You’re gonna take those dicks and you’re gonna like it!” another
surfer confidently asserts as he watches the scene unfold, beating off
frantically.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I respond with a snarl, although I’m
honestly finding the man’s aggression incredibly arousing.
The surfer behind me begins to lower my body down onto his rod in
conjunction with the man in the front. I can feel his cock enter me with a
slight pop, brutally expanding the tightness of my asshole around his
enormous girth.
Now aided by the force of gravity, the surfers pump my small,
transformed frame up and down on their double-barreled cocks. I moan and
groan with pleasure, aching pleasantly as they ream me and kicking my legs
out as wide as I can. Up and down I go, slammed over and over again onto
their thick shafts.
Eventually, the surfer in my pussy is replaced by a different, but
equally muscular guy, who steps up and gladly joins the fun. He pumps into
me for quite a while before giving a turn to the next man in line.
This continues as each of the guys briefly slam me with all of their
force and then pass me along, my pussy giving equal time to every cock that
craves it. Meanwhile, the dick in my ass stays stiff as ever, plugging me up
with a rock solid erection that just won’t quit.
The gang picks up speed and suddenly I find myself trembling, quaking
with a strange sensation that starts between my legs and then slowly spreads
out across my body like a warm wave. It sweeps across my arms and legs and
engulfs me with pleasure as I reach down and begin to frantically play with
my clit. The feeling of being used by these horny surfer guys is incredible,
and that anxious apprehension-turned-lust has now grown and morphed into
something utterly beautiful and completely out of control. I close my eyes
and clench my teeth tight as the powerful orgasm shoots through my body.
“Fuck!” Is all that I can scream, suddenly rocking back and quaking
with ecstasy.
The men continue to throttle me with all of their strength and suddenly
they’re cumming as well, blasting a series of hot milky loads right up into my
pussy and ass. I can feel their cocks twitching and jumping inside of me with
every ejection of spunk, filling my holes to the brim with their massive loads
until there’s just no room left and the cum starts running out down my legs,
dripping onto the sand below.
When the sensation finally passes and the guys pull, their jizz spills
everywhere.
I’m now in a dizzying, post orgasm bliss, lying down on the hot beach
and stretching out beneath the gang of handsome men.
“Are you ready to blow your jizz all over me?” I ask. “I want you to
cover me in your hot white spunk!”
It’s not long before they’re blasting their payloads. I open my mouth
and begin to frantically catch as much of the falling cum as I can, enjoying
the salty flavor as I swallow it while the rest of the hot milk splatters across
my face and cheeks. It runs down my neck and along my tits in long white
streaks that I trace with my slender fingers.
When the guys finally finish and stumble away I remain here stretched
out on the sand. The overwhelming arousal has finally drained from my
system and I now find myself in a state of utter contentment.
A smile slowly makes its way across my face. Sure, I’m gonna have a
hard time explaining why the presenter at this meeting has been replaced by a
brand new face, but it’s a beautiful face so that’s not a very hard sell.
Regardless, I feel more centered than I have in a long time, and more
than confident I can land this deal at the meeting this afternoon.
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