Once graduated it's not easy to find your own place, or to afford one even. Like many others I found a house mate, and together we rented a two bedroom apartment with a kitchen and a decent family room.



We knew each other from college, studied together quite a bit, and she wasn't bothered that I was a guy. It's safe to say we were both nerds. But even nerds are thinking about the future, perhaps making a family, and we'd talked together on how to make that happen.



I thought it would still be easier for her. Put a nice dress on, maybe add some make-up, brush out her hair a bit, and her chances would increase beyond my own. She thought if I'd dress a bit more modern, and maybe get some new glasses it would help me just as much. Just how to drop our nerd attitude?



We worked on it together, but it's not easy to change your way of doing. But, we were making progress in our minds. That's when she found the perfect dress. It was silvery, and made of some smooth material, almost like fluid, but sexy as hell. When she showed it to me and I touched it, a thrill went through me. Tonight, she said, she would get laid, multiple times.



She didn't really have shoes to match and I suggested she get a bit of heels. So she went out again, leaving the dress, and a matching pair of underwear on her bed. I don't know what came over me, but I had to feel that material again.



It was agony. Just touching with my hands was simply not enough. And in seconds I was naked, putting her underwear on, and then the dress. There was no zipper or any buttons. The material simply draped over my skin. And as I watched myself in her full length mirror, I could see myself change.



It went real fast. The most noticeable was the growing of breasts, filling up the bra cups, and giving the dress a better shape. I could see my waist narrowing, as my hips and rear started pushing out. I could literally see the hair on my legs and arms disappear, making the skin smooth. By the time I looked back at my face I already couldn't recognize myself, I was a pretty girl now, with long flowing black hair, that formed a beautiful contrast with the silver dress. A soft touch in my crotch area confirmed I was no longer male.



So, the normal reaction of changing genders, I imagine, is disbelief. Scared, angry or sadness could be expected as well. Yet, I was comfortable, confident even. I felt simply right, a beautiful woman in a stunning dress. And I named myself Medina, which obviously fit me much better than Mo right now.



Maybe I should have wondered why I had changed. Maybe I should have taken the dress off right away again. Maybe I should have realized my reaction was not natural, that some magic had changed me, and was perhaps still controlling me. But I went along with it, and accepted the urge I suddenly had to go out and get the mail. I stuffed my phone in the tiny little purse that was also on the bed.



I saw the flat sandals Cindy had planned to wear, before I sent her out to get some heels. They fit me perfectly and I left the apartment, going down to ground level, where all the mailboxes are. When I grabbed the mail I noticed Mr Myers, the landlord, coming in, and looking at me.



He approached me and said, you're one of the girls in 432, right? I nodded, slightly amazed that he apparently did not remember that one of the renters in 432 was a guy. But he continued, we haven't really had a chance to get to know each other, and discuss some of the perks you get, renting an apartment here. Would you mind coming into my office for a minute so I can explain?



I normally would only do that if Cindy was there as well, as any decision to make a change should be supported by both of us, but I nodded again and followed him to his office. He proceeded to find a document on his desk, which turned out to be a printout of a spreadsheet. It showed all the apartments in each row, and a column for the months of the year. The page that had our apartment number on it, showed that we had paid upto the current month. I also noticed, that not everyone paid the same amount.



He explained that for certain perks the monthly rent could be reduced, and I quickly realized it would be perks for him. For example, if he could make a picture of me right now, while I posed sexily for him, the rent would go down by fifty dollars for the rest of the year. And that would continue in the next year for two more sexy photos over time.



The man was a slime clearly, but at this point I didn't care. I had a feeling that my time as this beauty would be limited, so I should get the most out of it. So first, I let him make a picture of me, as I held my breasts up, slightly exposing them in my sexy dress. I could see a huge bulge form in his pants, so I asked, what's the perk worth if I help you with that? And I pointed at his hard-on.



He swallowed, then he replied, a free month for a blow job. Hmm, I said, how much if you can stuff it in my pussy? What the heck? That just came from my own mouth? But there was no confusion on my face, only a naughty look. He stuttered, two months. I laughed, and I said, here's the deal, you give me three months free of rent, and you can take me from behind, right here on your desk.



I gave him no chance to think it over, and bent over, my breasts on his desk, as I pulled my dress up slightly. And he did not think any further indeed, just pulled out his monster, lifted up the rest of my dress and my underwear aside.



As he stuffed that monster inside me I realized a few things. First, I was fully lubed inside. Was that anticipation? Or preparation? Or is my new pussy simply always ready? Then, I had new muscles as well, and I could control how tight I was and the speed that he could enter me.



It also dawned on me that apparently I was no virgin, despite this technically being my first time. No pain, no rupture. But then again, what virgin would let her first time be a roll with the landlord for three months of rent?



But the most stunning conclusion was the pleasure that hit me. For someone used to masturbation only, giving up control, I never experienced such kind of pleasure, of being taken. Although I guess I still controlled a bit of the pace. As I relaxed my muscles a bit, he started pounding me, which was a foreign yet delightful experience.



I grabbed my cellphone from my purse, and put it in selfie mode and started to record video. I saw his face red, above me as he had his hands on my hips, and I moaned, three months no rent for apartment 432, right? And he managed to confirm it before I felt him tense up inside me. He came with a roar and my body went right with him. I nearly dropped my phone as all my nerves went on fire. But my own expression of delight was the last thing I saw before my eyes rolled inside me.



I could feel how my insides were sprayed and I wondered for a moment if I was truly fully female and could get pregnant. Then my mind suddenly filled with knowledge that yes, I could get pregnant, but no, not today or tonight.



When he pulled out from me my muscles tensed, trying to keep him inside. Which only increased his pleasure as he said, my God, you're the best fuck I ever had. So were you, I thought, the only one thus far. But not for long.



As I got myself together and turned off my recording, I saw him mark three months as paid on his spreadsheet. Thanks for the perks, I told him, and left his office. I was only back for five minutes in the apartment when Cindy got home.



She looked at me and said, who are you and why are you wearing my dress? Cindy, I replied, it's me, Mo. It was like that dress was calling me, I had to try it on. And then I turned into this... Medina.

Hmmm, she said, not even surprised. It wasn't a normal shop where I bought this dress. They said it was magic. Just touching it gave me an extra cup size, so I knew it was special. It would provide the wearer five times with intercourse. Then she could pick her favorite or someone completely else, who would be bound to her for at least six months.



She continued, I was going to give myself to you, for my first time, but I guess that's not possible anymore. I shook my head saying, sorry. But it explains why I had this urge to fuck our landlord. At least we got three months rent for free. I'll take the dress off, so you can at least get the next four fucks.



She shook her head, I don't think that works. You will have to complete the contract, or you won't be able to take the dress off. It's funny though, because they guaranteed my life would change. Me, where they used "dress wearer" for everything else. Oh well, I guess with a female roommate things will change indeed.



At least come with me tonight, I begged. I already know I have to find a couple of guys. The landlord was clearly not enough for this new body. She nodded, okay, I'll keep an eye on you. Funny thing is, I bought another dress, just for fun, when I got my new shoes. Two new pairs by the way.



The dress was perfect on her, and somehow I knew exactly how to do her makeup and hair. Both in new heels we looked hot together. We took a taxi to the place where she had planned to go, and soon we were dancing together on the dance floor. My body almost went by itself, so agile were my moves. This magic thing was serious!



It didn't take long before we met two guys who had an interest in us. But they couldn't be more different. One was loud, acting as a bull, thinking a lot of himself. And he wanted me. His friend was soft-spoken, polite, and almost apologized for his buddy. I thought he was perfect for Cindy, so I took on the bull, as Cindy started dancing with her gentleman.



It's funny, because I was there to get laid a few times, but this guy was so after a fuck, it was almost embarrassing. He said his name was Gunner, and his nickname was The Stunner, and although I was totally unimpressed, I needed him to fuck me fast. It only took one suggestion...



He took me to a little backroom that he'd clearly used before. I saw a sofa and laid down on it, pulling my dress up, and my panties down, showing my steamy pussy. He clearly assumed I was wet because of him, and in a way I was, but for different reasons than he thought.



He was smooth enough though, pulling his own pants down, and showing his dick that was clearly above average. I couldn't stop myself from licking my lips. I heard myself say, give it to me baby, and he plunged in. No foreplay, no gentleness, just a quick fuck. But it was exactly what I needed, as I pulled him in with my pussy muscles.



He was surprised about the power I pushed onto his member, but he clearly enjoyed it. I pulled my arms around his back, which prevented him from pulling out again, and squeezed him into my body. I could feel him grow inside me as he started groaning in pace with my own moaning. My own orgasm hit first, as the power started the milking process on his manhood. He had no chance and he came hard, shooting his load deep inside me.



I came a second time, although I never finished the first. It pulled every drop out of him, as his member slowly went softer. Because of that, my muscles could no longer hold him tight, allowing him to pull out of me. He left me exhausted on the sofa, saying something like what a good fuck I was and maybe we could try that again one day. Then he was gone.



It took me almost ten minutes before I also left the little room. Something was clearly missing in this game of getting laid. But I was simply not experienced enough to know what. Either as a guy or a girl. But somehow I expected more. More that just cumming, more than having multiple orgasms, more than milking a guy for all he got. Maybe with the next one?



I couldn't find Cindy, and our table was now in use by other people. But a waitress came at me and told me that Cindy had left with a gentleman and I was not to wait for her. Her man had paid for all our drinks. I wasn't ready to leave yet, so I sat down at the bar. The bartender, a beautiful redhead, set a drink in front of me, as she gave me a wink. It tasted delicious and was exactly what I needed to get my energy back.



It didn't take long before a guy tried to talk to me. He was clearly a nerd, but he reminded me of myself, so I gave him a chance, something I wished any girl would have done to me in the past. I invited him to sit next to me and let him order drinks for us.



It was fun actually. We shared quite some interests, and once he was over his nerves he talked quite a bit and made me laugh. He challenged me in a game of chess, and I accepted, but it would have to wait until after I fucked him, not that I told him that. I had a quick chat with my new friend the barkeeper to see if she had anything to enhance the guy's libido and she had an interesting greenish, foaming drink. I made sure he drank it all.



His name was Ronald, and he invited me to his room, which wasn't too far. As we walked the distance I could see his dick strain in his pants, and I licked my lips. His bed was incredibly soft and I let him take me, given the fact he was almost bursting. Once again it felt wonderful, as I milked him completely. Then he did something unexpectedly.



Every guy I had fucked so far had been quick. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every one of them, but it was exactly that. Fuck and done. Ronald however stayed inside me long after he had shot his load, and then he started kissing me. Softly first, then more urgent, as he sucked my nipples after he freed my breasts from the dress.



This was a totally new feeling, like my nipples were directly connected to my pussy. I came again, just from his dick still inside me. And I could feel it grow again inside me after that. I'm not sure if it was the special drink he had, or if he felt the same urge as me, but he started moving back and forth inside me, while growing harder and harder again, all while kissing me in my neck, sucking my breasts, and caressing my face.



This time we came perfectly together. It was better than anything that happened today, as we both rode the thrill. By the time he finally pulled out I was exhausted and I fell asleep in his arms.



I had a weird dream. It was like my dress could talk. It told me I still had one fuck to go and then I had to make a decision. Or, as an alternative, I could give the one fuck left to Cindy, and whomever she'd choose would be her soul mate. I, however, would no longer have the magic from the dress to help me going forward. All I had to do was take the dress off, before I fucked again.



The thought of fucking again made me wet instantly and I could feel something soft in my pussy. I woke up moaning as I realized Ronald's face was between my legs. This felt so good, I knew right away what to do next. Wait, I told him, help me get this dress off first. It was so easy as the fabric just slid off me. We were both completely naked now. He wanted to continue between my legs, but I had him turn around so I could take his member in my mouth.



Locked in a sixty-nine position there was no going back. I could not move my body under his weight, but as he stuck his tongue deeper inside me and working his fingers around it, I took in his fully erect member. I used my tongue to build up the pressure in my mouth, and he grew, touching the back of my throat. I didn't gag or choke, I simply allowed him deeper inside me, as he fucked me both ways now.



I was clearly not in control, although I was curling my tongue around his growing member and sucking it in. But somehow I enjoyed my inability to escape, being the object of his desires. I tried to hang on as long as possible, but whatever it was he was doing between my legs, felt so good, I could not stop my oncoming orgasm. Nor could I warn him, other than a loud moan around his dick.



When I came, I could feel an enormous pressure release from my body, and my juices were squirting from me, straight into his face and eager mouth. I could hear him slurp up my fluids, as he tried to catch all, while I enjoyed a feeling never experienced before. This felt better even than when a dick were inside me, the release of pressure a wonderful addition to every nerve that was on fire.



That was not all though. Undoubtedly my cum shooting in his face pushed him over the edge as well, and his member in my mouth was swelling even more, before it exploded. A large part of his cum went straight down my throat, but the rest filled my mouth rapidly. Never have given a blow job before, I was surprised about the salty taste and the slimy structure. I don't know why some people would say gross, I thought it was delicious.



Not able to swallow I could feel his cum drool from my mouth, but as he deflated, his member shrinking, it got pulled away from my throat, and I could swallow his gunk. It took multiple attempts before my mouth was empty, but then I used my hand and wiped the stuff that had escaped back into my mouth, where I treasured it for a second before I also swallowed that away.



When he finally lifted his weight off of me, I saw his face, still wet from my juices, with an enormous smile. That was amazing, he said, and I had to agree. He turned around, giving me a chance to clean his face with my tongue, realizing that my own fluids tasted even better than his. Then he took me in his arms as he pulled my tight in his hug. The feeling of being desired was a fascinating end of the best fuck I ever had, and I fell asleep again in his arms.



When I woke up once more, it was to the smell of coffee and breakfast. I could get used to this I thought, as he brought a tray with deliciously looking pastries in our bed. We didn't speak until all was consumed, then I kissed him full on the mouth as I whispered, thank you!



I borrowed one of his shirts, as we lazily got up and sat down behind a chess board that he had setup. He was quite good. But I was better. Halfway the game or so I baited him to take one of my knights, and he got a bit careless, allowing me to take both his rooks about ten moves later. In another fifteen moves or so the game was over. I had him check mate.



He was surprised, which quickly turned into impressed. How can you be so beautiful and so good at chess? he asked. I laughed, if only he knew the years of practice I had had, while only one day of experience as a woman. But I replied, one day you'll beat me, I'm sure.



Does that mean, he questioned hopefully, that we'll keep seeing each other?

That is a very good chance, I laughed, after a night of very good sex, a wonderful breakfast, and an interesting game of chess.

You enjoyed the sex as well, he asked incredulously, I'm really not that experienced.

No worries, I replied, as long as you keep eating me out and holding me in my sleep, I think I'm gonna enjoy you a lot.



I surprised myself as I said that, but I knew it to be true. I remembered the dream about the dress, and it changed the outcome, but I had a feeling I was going to enjoy Ronald a lot. It also meant that Cindy must have gotten the last promise of the dress. I texted her if she was okay, and an "oh yes" with a ton of hearts and kisses came back almost instantly. I picked up the dress that was sitting on a chair, buried my face in it and softly said, thank you. And I swear I could feel it go warm in my hands and on my face for a fraction of a second.



So, the weeks after, there was a lot of dating going on. Me and Ron, and Cindy with Zach, and sometimes we double dated. It's funny how the magic worked. At work, my family and some of my other friends all knew me as Medina. Only Cindy seemed to remember the old me, and she was forgetting fast, in favor of the new me.



I never wore the silver dress again, but I often caressed it, feeling there was still magic left in it. That came finally out months later, as the dress changed into an exquisite gown, still silver, looking very much like a wedding dress. When I told Cindy her cheeks turned crimson. She and Zach had apparently planned for a quiet wedding, just the two of them with a minister, but the magic would not allow for that.



I planned a giant ceremony slash party. Cindy and I had been good friends, but since I became a woman, we became besties. I was her maid of honor and apparently everything else as well. But it was clear the magic helped me, or I would have never been able to pull it off. Cindy looked amazing in the silver gown. It fit perfectly, despite her slightly showing off her pregnancy by now.



I wasn't surprised when I caught the bouquet, nor when Ron saw that as an opportunity to propose to me. But, he had the most beautiful ring for me, so I knew he had planned it for a while already. We decided to wait for six months, and get married exactly one year after we met the first time.



The dress changed for me as well. As traditional as it had been for Cindy, except for the silver shine, as sexy it was for me, but a wedding gown all the same. My own mother organized the ceremony together with Cindy's mom, as Cindy was too pregnant with her twins to take on any stress. But again, the magic made sure everything went perfect.



For a year Ron and I had amazing sex, yet the wedding night was something special. As much as I was in control over our "family life", he was the master in bed, a gentle beast. He actually caused me to pass out during the wedding night, from an overload of orgasms. He could go on for hours and I did wonder if the magic had improved his stamina over time, but I didn't really care. I simply accepted I was his bottom, his queen, the object of his desires.



When I woke up the next day, my dress was gone. But Cindy texted me a picture of her baby room, and two small silver dresses where hanging there on the wall. And after the honeymoon, when Ron and I moved into our new home, the room that I had marked as our nursery also had two small silver dresses. I did a test, but I knew it already, I was pregnant as well. And I was sure it would be twin girls, like Cindy. That's just how the magic works.