His and Hers Gender Pills, Your New Life
"I can't believe this is goodbye after four years."
"We don't need to make it so heavy. It's exciting. It's a new start for you. Besides, now we're girlfriends. We can go shopping and have lunch dates."
"Fuck. I'm going to miss your fingers."
"Your cock certainly turned into a beautiful clit. I'll miss her, too."
"But you wish it was a cock. Maybe I got a little too carried away. You showed so much control."
"As nice as it was to change into a man and fuck you, I will never be anything but a woman. Because of this, I can't blame you for swallowing every last pill in the package, and — perhaps a little selfishly — I'm glad I was that convincing."
"I've never had sex that incredible."
"Just think, that was my first time as a man. You're about to enter a new world of encounters. Let's be honest, while this is goodbye, both our pussies are eager for what's next."
"Fuck. I love your tongue."
"Be sure to find a man that goes down on you. You were always so good to my pussy."
"I'm a little nervous about dating as a woman."
"Oh, you'll do fine out there. Just stay honest with yourself. Seek your pleasure."
"You're the only person I've had sex with. What if I don't like it."
"I don't think there's a chance your tight pussy won't be liking what's in store for it. Besides, a pussy like this needs to be fucked.""
"Oh god, what are you doing?"
"What does it feel like I'm doing? Lay back and let me finger you. I know you've been thinking about it."
"About what?"
"You play coy, but I've heard you in the bath. Are you telling me you never think about a cock pushing in?"
"It's all I can think about. It makes me feel so funny inside."
"You're a woman now. It's natural."
"Are you sure I'm ready for this? Maybe I should stay a bit longer until I'm sure."
"But you just paid the deposit on that nice new apartment. No. You need to move in this afternoon and have space to find the woman you will be. Space to breathe. Space to play."
"I guess."
"Just imagine. The space to wear anything you want. To move any way you want. To explore. This is the start of your journey."
"It does sound nice."
"You can go shopping alone. Experiment with the look of the woman you will become. And best of all you will have time to play. You owe everything to your self. To your pleasure. No one will be hanging over your shoulder to watch. A week is such a long time. I wonder how you'll look in a week. Have you had any thoughts?"
"I have been looking at some high heels."
"They'll sound so nice clicking on that floor. You should get stockings, too. Oh, that makes me so hot. My boyfriend Dylan feminized and walking around her new apartment in stockings and heels. Her moans echoing off the walls."
"Fuck."
"You're spreading your legs."
"How can I fight it?"
"And then."
"And then what?"
"You can go out on your first date."
"That makes me so nervous."
"Did you see the way the leasing manager at your new apartment building was eyeing you?"
"Who? ***Joe?***"
"Yes. What about him?"
"I'm not sure."
"I bet he has a great cock. Just imagine it sliding across your clit. He'll have no idea what it used to be."
"Annette!"
"Don't tell me you didn't think about it. Besides, I'm just being honest. I'd date him myself. But he does manage that entire luxury high rise, and you do live there now, so I think you have first dibs."
"Was he really looking at me?"
"You were looking at him, too. Don't pretend you weren't. I could see you trying not to flirt with him."
"Really?"
"Yes, and he could see it, too."
"I'm blushing."
"Word of advice. Go down to the leasing office and see him about a problem."
"He'll just send a maintenance person."
"Perhaps. But be sweet, I also think he'll ask you out."
"There's no way I'm going to have a one-night stand."
"I would never suggest that. I don't think you're that type of woman. Go out. Let him take you. Remember, you've got a lot to offer a man, let him win it from you. Take your time. Date and have so much fun! Don't just fall to your back and spread your legs. Until. . . "
"Until?"
"Until you do."
"Fuck."
"Oh, I like that thought, Dylan. Of Joe slipping inside of you. I'd love to watch my feminized little Dylan getting penetrated in her stockings. I'd love to hear the first sweet moan that comes out of your throat."
"Oh, god."
"Imagine the view, Dylan — Looking over your lovely tits and you're cute little heart-shaped trim as his cock moves in and out of you."
"Breath"
"Imagine your pussy painting his cock wet with every thrust. Getting it slick for his work. Imagine him letting go."
"Annette.. . I'm so close."
"And imagine him fucking you in your new apartment. And then. . . "
"And then. . . "
"Pulling out and coming on your lovely stomach and tits. Can't you just feel every shot across you? Just imagine how much of a woman you will feel like then."
"Oh fuck. I'm coming!"
"That's right. I can see the waves of orgasm across your feminine flesh. My little Dylan likes that thought too much, doesn't she? The thought of her legs wide. Being freshly taken. Joe firing over and over against her soft curves."
"It's so strong."
"I bet. Just imagine how it will be once you have his cock firing over you."
"God. What if I don't like it?"
"You keep asking these silly questions. Tell me the truth. When every rope of his hot come has been fired over your body, when you are laying there with him still over you, watching — what will you want to do? Use your imagination."
"Oh."
"Are you picturing it?"
"Yes."
"You don't have to tell me, Dylan. It's enough that you know."
"I'm still not sure I'll be the type to date around that much."
"I understand. You've always been the committed sort, Dylan. That's why I like you. As nice as Joe will be, I think you need something else. You're a good woman. Mmm. And your pussy tastes good."
"You're not stopping."
"Why would I? You have me hot thinking about your future."
"What else do you see?"
"It's something very sexy. Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes. Tell me."
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
"Yes. Please. Please tell me."
"I see you, Dylan."
"See me what?"
"I see you being a good little wife."
"Oh fuck."
"Submissive. Accommodating. Having grown more feminine with time. Better make up. Jewelry. Earrings tapping your neck. Longer hair. Softer in manner and more open. Married to a great husband who takes care of you. Oh, Dylan. And — I see you on your knees, taking good care of your husband in return."
"Moan. What do you mean 'taking care of'?"
"You know what I mean, Dylan."
"Moan."
"Owned and kept. A ring around your finger. A hand clutching your husband's thickness. Stroking it. Your mouth pleasing him. Taking him deep while your little pink tongue weaves across the underside of his cock."
"Oh, god. Is it Joe?"
"No. It will be someone you don't know yet. Your future husband."
"Fuck."
"I see it so clearly. I see Dylan settling into the anonymity of a normal life. Taking her place. Stradling her future. Moving into position willingly. Settling in deep. Joining the worldwide matrimonial chorus of wives calling out as they fuck their husbands. I can hear their moans echoing from the beginning of humanity and into the future. Only now, my tight little Dylan's soprano is added to their number, never to return. She moves with them and calls out in pleasure with her sensuous feminine moans. God, I imagine the man you once were, unrecognizable, locked in the tiny frame of the woman you have become. Riding him. Moaning with every thrust. Your manicured hands on his chest. When I imagine how your new body will ride him it makes me want to . . . "
"It makes you want to what, Annette?"
"Come at the thought of it all. Fuck. I'm coming!"
"It looks strong."
"It is, Dylan. It's one of the strongest I've ever had. Its twisting my mind. It's making me imagine even more."
"Tell me."
"I'm just thinking of your tummy. Your tits. Your husband inside of you. Fucking you. Your pussy stuffed full. Shaven, wet, and receptive. All of you exposed to pure potential."
"Pure potential? Potential for what?"
"To start his family — right in your tight little tummy."
"Oh, god. I'm going to come again."
"You haven't thought about it, have you?"
"Moan. Not until now."
"This is what you started when you took the last three pills and locked yourself in this tight new body, Dylan."
". . ."
"Oh, Dylan. You don't have to speak. Just give in completely. Let your orgasm rock you while you think about it. Your vulnerability. Your pussy clutching your husband's cock. And your womb at the ready."
"Fuck."
"God. Just look at you come again. Over and over. You're coming multiples, Dylan. I can't say I don't blame you. I agree. I want to see your tight body impregnated, too. I'm stuck in a loop imagining the look on your face when you realize your husband is coming inside of you unprotected. The realization that you want it to happen. You allowing it to happen. You letting him."
"Annette."
"Yes, Dylan?"
"What you describe. . . "
"Yes?"
"I love your tongue. But — "
"But what?"
"But I want my husband's cock coming inside of me. So much."
I think it was too much for Annette. My statement. Annette pressed in, desperate to keep me coming. I took her hair in my tiny fist and held on. Her tongue wove through my wanting pink pussy lips and around my desperately aching clit while we both thought about my future husband unloading inside of me. Filling me completely. My potential. My ovaries hummed inside of me as her tongue played.
We're still friends, Annette and I. In fact, we have a dinner date this evening at a new place that opened in town. I don't know if my husband notices that I'm always in such a mood when I'm about to meet Annette. Surely he must.
I always think of our last day together, and the words she said that spurred me becoming the woman I am. Little does he know he has her to thank for the wife I've become, my big appetite, and the positive pregnancy test waiting for the right moment in my purse.
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