Transformation Themes:

Genital Transformation (Penis to Vagina, Vagina to Penis)

Feminisation

Mental Changes (Sexual Orientation Changes, Loss of Freedom to Speak)

Sensitivity Increase

Sexual Themes:

Nudity

PiV Sex

Oral Sex 

Part 2: Safety Features

Most days I woke up shortly before the first alarm. If it was a weekday I was invariably awake before Connor. Yet that Wednesday morning I was unexpectedly roused by an unusual, if supremely pleasant, sensation. I moaned slightly and let out a small gasp. The sensation paused briefly, then suddenly there was the briefest flash of intense feeling that dragged me fully out of my slumber.

The covers had been gently pulled off the bed, exposing both my naked body and the explanation for the sensations that had awoken me; Connor lay between my legs with his face practically touching my rapidly rising penis. The last cobwebs of sleep were brushed away as I was confronted with the alteration to my anatomy and the events of the night before came rushing back. I immediately realised what the sensation had been and, as if to confirm my hypothesis Connor opened his mouth and ran his tongue up the base of my cock. I shivered from the sensation, lay back, and closed my eyes again. Taking that as tacit permission, Connor continued his ministrations.

The alarm had been snoozed twice by the time I came and Connor crawled up to my side. I could feel the cool cum against my stomach and lower chest, feeling a sort of satisfaction and relaxation mixing with the afterglow of the orgasm. I had commented the night before that cumming with a cock was a very different sensation than a female orgasm, which Connor had agreed with wholeheartedly, but I realised also that the emotional response was different. I struggled to put it into words, but there was something powerful and addicting about the concentrated rush of release and pleasure associate with male ejaculation.

We dozed together for another five minutes in comfortable silence, getting dangerously close to returning fully to sleep. The alarm blared again. Our groans of frustration were synced up, but we dutifully rolled apart regardless. Propping myself up I leaned over my generous boyfriend and gave him a peck on cheek, which was rewarded with a dopey smile. What a dork, I thought to myself with an equally goofy grin.

As usual Connor allowed me to shower first, since he left for work later. I looked him over briefly as I exited the room and remained amused by the strange contrast of his hairy, masculine torso and the bald (supremely feminine) pussy between his equally masculine legs. I also noticed that some of my cum hand found its way onto his stomach. My penis twitch in response to the imagery.

Determined to waste no more time I rushed through my shower. Despite the best efforts of my dick to get my attention I ignored it. I had not told Connor, but I’d actually masturbated the day before in the work bathrooms and knew how difficult it would be stop if I started. I felt my cheeks heat at the memory and prayed that no one had noticed anything amiss.

Luckily I didn’t need to wash my hair, so despite the distractions of the morning I had plenty of time to get ready. When I returned to the bedroom Connor was awake and looking at his phone. “Make sure to wash thoroughly babe. You wouldn’t want to miss anything,” I teased when he got to his feet and I pointed out the dried cum on his stomach. He looked down and laughed in response, kissing me as he made his way to the bathroom.

“I hope you don’t have any problems with getting something to fit today,” he replied with a sparkle in his eyes even as he stepped into the hallway, leaving me slightly bewildered.

I discovered his meaning when I pulled on favourite pair of underwear. He’d increased the size of my penis the night before. It was almost twice the size it had been yesterday and it was noticeably less comfortably confined today. I considered borrowing a pair of Connor’s boxers, but knew they would probably fit even less well. In the end I didn’t change my underwear and resigned myself to a day of subtle adjustments of my new appendage.

I picked out my outfit for the day, a cute polka-dot dress and a light, grey cardigan, and moved over to the mirror to moisturise and apply some light makeup. After applying the moisturiser I waited a few moments before applying any foundation and used the opportunity to grab the Device. I’d already decided what I was going to do to Connor for the day, but I also thought of a little added touch on a whim. I entered my choices, but didn’t tell the Device to execute them yet. I’d wait until Connor got into the room first.

By the time Connor returned to the room my makeup was complete and I was buttoning up my dress. I drank in the sight of him. He was gorgeous to me, although I knew he didn’t always believe it. He was only a few inches taller than me, the perfect height for me even if he did consider himself too short. He was blessed with thick dark hair on his scalp, but he was rather self-conscious that the same hair was present on much of his torso, including his back. I thought, combined with his broad shoulders and chest, it made him look masculine and powerful. Although that image was somewhat undermined by the obvious femininity of his groin this morning.

He noticed me staring at him and grinned, striking a silly faux-embarrassed pose in the doorway. I snorted in laughter and felt a deep affection for the dorky man that I had somehow been lucky enough to end up with. For most of my late teenage years I had just decided that no one would ever be interested in me and ‘accepted’ that I would never find love. I remembered meeting him and feeling the connection immediately but being certain that my feelings were one sided. I remembered going on half a dozen ‘dates’ with him and still telling my best friend that he clearly wasn’t romantically interested in me, he was just a good friend. In the end he had to be very clear with me that he wanted to be my boyfriend. I’m sure the poor boy was wondering if he’d have to file forms in triplicate professing his attraction before I finally accepted it.

“So what’ve you got for me today?” he asked as he pulled open his underwear draw to start getting ready. I just smiled slyly in response and tapped the execute button on the Device.

What I had for him today were a few relatively small changes. The first change was immediately obvious as his body hair faded away. As much as I appreciated his hirsute appearance, I had a specific plan for him that demanded its removal. Soon only the hair on his head remained and there his short stubbly beard faded. “Oh that actually feels quite weird, I can feel the chill a bit more now,” he commented as he rubbed a hand down his newly smooth chest. My smile widened as I anticipated the next change and was rewarded with him shivering as the sensitivity of his skin increased slightly. He would certainly feel the chill more now.

The next change was localised to his chest and the tingling sensation must have alerted him to the impending change since he looked down at his chest even as his areola expanded slightly and nipples grew in size. They were still smaller than most women’s, but noticeable expanded for him. He experimented and ran a finger gently across the sensitive flesh and cursed when he confirmed that his nipples were now very sensitive. He was distracted enough by that change to miss the next one, although it was subtle. His hair was already a bit longer than he usually allowed it to grow, but it grew ever so slightly longer. There was no real reason for that other than the fact I like him with longer hair.

The last change was one I’d come up with in the shower and I giggled as I watched a small section of his stomach get a few shades lighter than the surrounding flesh. It resembled the shape of the cum that had sat on his stomach this morning, a little reminder for me of the image and a little tease for him.

He examined himself in the mirror for a few moments. He noticed the cum-stain skin mark and gave me a look that wordlessly conveyed “really?”, but he shook his head and smiled regardless. “Alright, I can deal with this. It’s not too bad.”

I smiled and kissed him on his smooth cheek. “I’m sure you can, but I think it may not be as easy as you imagine.” To illustrate the point I flicked his left nipple with my finger and he jumped in surprise at the sudden spike of sensation. I grinned, mimicking the infuriating cocky smile he used when teasing me.

He frowned at me, but then laughed, remembering all the times he had abused my poor nipples in a similar manner. “Touché”.

He got ready quickly while I grabbed the last of my things. He must have had a meeting that day, because he picked out a smart shirt and pants rather than the more casual outfit he preferred. I waited until he was dressed before I left. I very much enjoyed the way his butt looked in those pants and wanted to make sure I got a good look before I left. When was finished he turned to me and I suppressed a laugh. “Oh babe. You might want to wear a jacket with that shirt today, it’s pretty cold today.” He frowned in confusion at me, before looking down and seeing the small pinpoints of his nipples straining against the fabric of the shirt. He blushed, which was very cute, and grabbed the jacket that matched his pants. I gave him a once over before I left. “Very handsome. I suppose I should reward you with a kiss,” I said indulgently and leaned in for a goodbye kiss.

***

I picked up breakfast at work most mornings, usually a small bowl of cereal and cup of tea. I didn’t really feel like I needed the tea this morning, I was awake enough, but the habit was strong enough to tempt me regardless.

The day before had been a bit of nightmare. I had spent most of the time paranoid that someone would realise that I was packing something a bit extra between my legs. Yet, despite the offending ‘bit extra’ being even larger today, I felt more relaxed as I sat at my desk and logged on.

“So Hira, what colour next?” I looked up at hearing my name to see Jennysliding into the chair next to me to take her seat beside me for the day. I looked at her blankly for a moment before she helpfully pointed to my hair.

“Oh! Sorry, I was thinking of something else,” I pondered the question for a moment. Jennyand I both enjoyed experimenting with hairstyles and colours. She currently had a short, masculine haircut coloured a bright orange, while mine was a little less than shoulder length and dyed a deep purple, although the roots were increasingly obvious. “Hmm. I kind of want to go lighter, but I don’t think I’ll be able to without re-bleaching. I might let this fade a bit more and then maybe dye the ends of darker blue so there’s a couple of tones in it.” I laughed and grabbed a strand of hair, “Or maybe I’ll just have it shaved off again.”

“You could though. You’re so lucky that you can pull that look off. If you do I’m not sure Naomi will be able to resist you,” Jennysaid the last part quietly so as not to be overheard and gave a quick look to see if Naomi was nearby.

I slapped Jennylightly on the arm. “Well she’ll have to resist me. You both know full well that I’m not interested in her or any other woman,” I shook my head, “You should just ask her out Neema. You won’t know how she feels unless you do. What’s the worst she can say? No?”

Jennypouted slightly. “She could say a lot worse that that. What about; ‘I’m not interested in a fat, old woman’? Or what about; ‘not in a million years’?” I rolled my eyes at that. Jennymight not be the skinniest lady around, but she was overly harsh on herself if she thought she was fat. And I was actually kind of offended that she considered mid-thirties old, considering she was less than ten years my senior. It was also completely unfair to think that Naomi could ever be so cruel and I said as much.

Our conversation continued for a few more minutes while more of our colleagues slowly made their way into the office. Naomi made her appearance just before nine. Despite my earlier protestations I did devote a considerable amount of attention to looking her over as she walked in and began greeting everyone. She was objectively beautiful; tall and slim with long legs that she was sure to emphasize by wearing well fitted jeans and pants as often as possible. Her skin was a darker shade of brown than my own and I’d always been jealous of her beautiful curly hair, although she often reminded me that maintaining it was a hassle. My eyes lingered on her chest, she was gifted in that department too, and found my mind wandering.

A sudden vivid image invaded my mind of her naked and sweaty, bending forward over my desk and looking over her shoulder at me. Her face was desperate with need and arousal, her skin flushed and her eyes unfocused. She was begging me to give her what she wanted. I lined up my cock with her glistening pussy and invaded her forcefully and was rewarded with a strained moan of pleasure. Outside of my fantasy I felt my cock straining against my too-tight underwear and shuffled uncomfortably. I blinked and forced myself to look away from her and dismiss the erotic imagery from my mind.

My erection stubbornly refused to fade and only added to my feelings of embarrassment at the whole affair. Although I knew no one could have noticed anything, I was embarrassed by my leering and concerned by the fact that I had fantasied about another woman.

I turned back to my monitor and decided to distract myself with answering some emails and let myself calm down. Naomi came over to say hello and spent some time chatting with Neema, but I made an excuse about having a busy morning and didn’t join the conversation. Despite my efforts to get on with work, I couldn’t help but dwell on what had happened.  I’d never felt attraction to women before, and I knew I’d not made any mental alterations with the Device. I wondered if it was my penis influencing me, perhaps it was something to do with hormones? Or maybe my adventurers with Connor the night before had just broadened my horizons?

Eventually work did wrest my attention away from my introspection and the morning proceeded quickly. I had a late lunch as I’d been dealing with a delay in shipping to one of our biggest customers caused by yet another screw up in our Paris warehouse. My mood had soured a little bit from the morning, but it improved when I saw a series of texts from Connor.

How do I get them to go down!?

Hey?

Babe, please, it’s so hot in the room and people are looking at me weird for keeping the jacket on. They won’t go down.

Fiend

My amusement at Connor’s predicament improved my mood greatly. I reassured him I’d not been ignoring him, only busy. He replied that he would consider forgiving me if I told him how to make his nipples less noticeable.

I don’t think he liked my suggestion:

Maybe we can buy you a bra?

***

Connor’s car wasn’t in the driveway went I returned home, which was expected. He worked closer to home than me but tended to stay slightly later to resolve any issues that arose late in his workday. I considered preparing a greeting for him again today as a reprise to Monday’s adventurers, but decided against it. I wanted to try something a bit different today, but we would need to have a discussion before I did anything. Instead I decided to look at the Device and try to figure some things out.

Connor had received the Device in the post a couple of weeks ago with no indication of its origin. We had been very cautious with it at first and had quickly set a lot of ground rules when we’d discovered the scope of its power. One of the biggest was agreeing not to use mental changes, although after the previous day that seemed up for review. I admitted to some curiosity myself, but I was still wary of making such changes. It seemed too dangerous to me.

The Device looked like an old off-brand iPad; a large tablet-like device with a single round button below the screen that served as its power button. Pressing the power button, I watched the screen come to life and was greeting with the familiar basic but intuitive display of a menu made up of labelled buttons. Both Connor and I had quickly agreed that Device must be magic, as the opening menu almost always contained exactly the options you wanted and often a few you didn’t know you wanted in addition.

‘Safety features’ was at the top of the menu and that surprised me. I had never seen that before, but I supposed that it made sense as safety was on my mind. I clicked it to move on to the submenu and explored the options it provided. The first option it presented was an ‘authorised users’ option, which had actually already been set to ‘Connor Tierney’ and myself, and a bit of reading of a helpful tooltip indicated that no one else would be able to turn the Device on or even actually be aware of it unless we pointed it out. If a stranger entered the house they would just not notice the Device even if it was right in front of their face. Another option was ‘default maximum duration’ which was currently not set. I looked through this a bit and realised that this option would put a limit on how long a transformation could persist if no specific duration was set. It looked like by default transformations would be permanent until reversed. I considered this and decided to make the default duration ‘1 week’ just in case anything unexpected happened.

I set a few more options, mostly just telling the Device to give us warnings and asking for confirmation before allowing us to apply certain changes. I didn’t want us to make permanent changes without realising it or delete our default profiles for example.

A little more exploration of the Device followed, this time looking at a ‘status’ page for myself that I’d previously not really explored. It gave an overview of active changes; in my case there was only ‘genital transformation’ listed, although I could click on it to get more detail about specifics. I laughed at doing so and seeing that Connor had made it impossible for anyone to notice my penis by making others unaware of the change. It was just like him to be thoughtful like that, but to torture me by not actually letting me know. I felt a little bad that I hadn’t been as considerate for him.

One of the things in the status page that caught my attention was a ‘mental profile’ button. I was slightly reluctant to click on it, I was unsure if I wanted to have my personality dispassionately listed to me. I feared seeing elements of myself that I pretended did not exist. However, I was curious and still concerned about my earlier reactions to Naomi in the office. To my relief, this menu seemed to be as considerate as the Device in general, as it showed only the things I was concerned with at the top of the list, with the majority of details not on the screen. I was interested in ‘sexuality’ and read the details it provided. I expected it to simply say ‘heterosexual’, but it was far more detailed than that.

According to the Device I was primarily attracted to masculinity, but capable of attraction to androgyny and femininity too. I was pretty much exclusively monogamous, and it expanded on this by explaining that my sexual attraction was tied strongly to my emotional attraction to an individual. It implied that while I had sexual preferences, I would generally be sexually interested in anyone I was romantically interested in. It went further on to confirm my suspicion that my penis was subtly increasing my libido and that ‘recent experiences’ had made me more open to exploring my dormant attraction to women. I was pleasantly surprised by the breakdown and it put me at ease somewhat.

The temptation to keep looking through my own ‘status’ was difficult to resist, but thankfully I heard the door open and announce Connor’s arrival home. I put the Device down and headed downstairs to greet him. Before I’d even got downstairs he’d already stripped his jacket and shirt off, revealing his bare and altered torso. I grinned at spotting the white mark on his stomach, prompting him to look down at it and laugh. “Today was not as easy as I anticipated. I hope you’ve got some way to make it up to me,” he said in a playful tone.

“I’m sure I can arrange something,” I teased, “but that partly depends on you. But first! Let’s make some food. I’m starving.” His eyes lit up at that and he agreed wholeheartedly. He switched into more comfortable clothes and we made dinner (a simple stir-fry) together.

***

“We could test it by reversing what I did yesterday and see how I feel?” Connor suggested.

“Yeah that could work. Ah, how convenient; a ‘reverse mental changes’ option right there at the top,” I pressed the button and saw Connor blink rapidly in reaction. He frowned a bit.

“Hm. That’s a bit odd. Do you mind if we get naked? I want to check something?” he asked. We were both in the bedroom again and I’d brought up my idea, but had admitted that I was still hesitant to make mental changes.

“That’s one of the worst lines you’ve ever used to try and get me naked. You’re lucky you’re cute,” I teased even as I pulled off my dress and began to strip. He grinned and soon his own clothes were stripped. Once naked he gave me a deep kiss and pushed me gently onto my back. We made out for a short time, before he began to move down my body with kisses, focusing on my breasts for a significant interval. He reached my groin and paused, before kissing my penis and licking along its rapidly expanding length.

“Ooh, babe. I thought that change had been reversed,” I managed to say through moans as he proceeded to give me a repeat of the morning blowjob. Before I finished, he made his way back up my body and returned to my mouth, giving me a kiss.

I felt a heat against my penis and I saw his pussy pressed gently against it. I knew just a slight movement and I would be inside him. “It has. But I think,” he grunted as pushed gently and the tip of my dick slipped into his vagina, “I think that doing it with the help of the changes just made me realise that it’s not a big deal.” The sentence was interrupted by gasps and moans as I made an effort to distract him.

Wordlessly I gestured for him to switch positions and let me be on top. He generously agreed and soon we were both moaning in pleasure. From my new vantage point I had easier access to his chest and decided to experiment with the sensitivity of his nipples. He gasped loudly the first time I gently pinched one and gave me a betrayed look. I only laughed and continued with my rhythmic thrusting and torture of his nipples.

I came quickly, but Connor had no complaints. Like the night before I made sure to pull out, as Connor had said he was still uncomfortable with the idea of me cumming inside, and I savoured the sight of his torso covered in my cum. “Oh god. That’s really good,” he sighed closing his eyes and grinning like a dope. I rolled over to lay next to him and laughed, agreeing with his sentiment. He looked down at himself and chuckled, “Guess I should clean up again though. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Hey!” The last exclamation was in response to me flicking his nipple as he got up. He scowled at me, but his expression softened at my smirk and he just shook his head. “I guess this is payback,” he muttered as he left the room.

I relaxed for a moment but decided to grab the Device again before long as I still wanted to consider my original plan. I had decided earlier that day that if Connor was willing to use the mind alteration to make himself comfortable with performing oral sex on my male genitals, I could return the favour. The fact that after the change was reversed he’d still being willing to go down on me gave me pause, but he implied that it was a case of the familiarity of the action just making him naturally more willing to go ahead with it rather than a residual of the change. I frowned at that line of thought. We’d have to be careful as it seemed the changes could have unexpected side-effects, such as my increase in libido from the penis, and long-lasting changes to our personality, like Connor’s newfound comfort with my penis or my own increased interest in women.

On a whim I looked through Connor’s status page briefly just to double check any active effects and ensure there wasn’t anything unexpected. The only changes were the ones I had made to him, as well as his genital change which he’d done to himself the night before. Less expected was a small flashing symbol next to the genital change option. Curious I clicked it and a box appeared titled ‘warning’.

‘You have enabled safety warnings. Be warned that current changes allow this person to get pregnant. Pregnancy can cause complications with further changes. Subject is currently not pregnant. To avoid risk, it is advised that fertility is adjusted or protection is used during intercourse.’

Panic rose in my stomach at the message. I felt like an idiot. We’d both been so good about safe sex ever since we’d met and yet we’d not considered the implications of having sex with our genitals swapped. I was only glad we had dodged a bullet so far and was intensely grateful I’d thought to apply the safety warnings settings. I quickly adjusted the fertility of both myself and Connor to make us entirely infertile with our current genitals and felt the briefest of tingling sensations in my groin in response.

Connor returned shortly after I’d made the changes and asked me what I’d done, as he’d felt the same tingle. I explained the message and what I had done. He went pale and agreed that we’d been intensely stupid to not consider the potential complications.

“Those safety features are a good idea, I’m glad you found them. I think I remember seeing the authorised users option back when I used it one of the first times, but I guess I didn’t look into that stuff enough. It’s a good job I have a sensible girlfriend,” he gave me a peck on the cheek and wrapped his arms around me. It was an odd to feel his smooth, hairless skin against my own, but not unpleasant.

“What about the other thing? The mental changes. I was surprised you still went down on me after the changes were reversed.”

“Yeah, it was strange. I could tell the change had been made because it was like suddenly remembering that it was something I was uncomfortable with. But then, I kind of just remembered doing it anyway and the actual experience was actual pretty fun, so I was pretty sure I’d be willing to try again even without the mental adjustment. That said, I don’t think I’d be willing to do it if it wasn’t you. I think the fun part was seeing and hearing your enjoyment, the actual act still wasn’t that attractive to me,” he frowned a little as he considered it and tried to put it into words.

His answer settled my anxiety a little as his logic made sense. I nodded as I made my mind up. “I’m going to do it then. As long as you don’t object?” We had agreed that for the time being that mental changes could only be done with both of our agreement, even if done to ourselves. He nodded his assent after a moment and I clicked execute on the Device to activate the changes I’d been inputting since after Connor had returned.

A wave of mild dizziness washed over me as I felt the changes take hold. I blinked to clear my mind. It was strange, I didn’t feel any different really, but I knew the change had been made. I looked at the pretty little slit nestled between my boyfriend’s legs and imagined running my tongue along the pink lips and exploring it. I felt my penis stir in reaction and felt none of the normal discomfort I’d felt at the very same thought even earlier today. It was such as strange sensation to suddenly have such as contrasting reaction to the thought that I strongly considered undoing the change then and there.

Instead I put the Device down and grinned at Connor, gesturing for him to lie down. He raised his eyebrows, then grinned and followed my order, getting himself comfortable. I positioned myself between his legs and began to let my mouth explore the area, kissing and nibbling his thighs and the flesh around his sensitive lower lips. Connor was very skilled with his mouth and I made sure to take note of his techniques to serve him some of his own medicine. I absently mused on the fact that it was a nice change to have less hair to deal with down here. I liked him hairy, but also enjoyed the novelty.

I couldn’t help but idly compare the experience to the more familiar exploration of a penis. The most prominent difference was how much messier it was. I could feel moisture, a mixture of my saliva and Connor’s secretions, coating my mouth, chin and even nose quite quickly. I wondered if this was a matter of my own inexperience or simply an unavoidable by-product of the act. Perhaps due to the mental change I did not mind the “mess” and I made an effort to redouble my attention to the task at hand.

Insistent and highly vocal feedback from Connor assured me that my performance was satisfactory. His reactions encouraged me further and I would have happily continued for much longer, but he gently pushed my head away to indicate his desire for me to pause. I acquiesced, although not before taking a few more lingering farewell kisses and licks which prompted a few gasps and a half-hearted scowl.

“That was pretty fun,” I commented as I snuggled up next to him. My finger idly traced the shape of the small white mark on Connor’s stomach and he tensed slightly, still unaccustomed to the increased sensitivity of his skin. “I think I can get what you were talking about earlier. Now that I’ve done that once I think I’d be willing to try again without the mental changes. Maybe. I guess I won’t be able to tell until I try?” He grunted in agreement. I felt him relax slightly, acclimatising to my gentle touch.

“It was definitely fun,” he agreed in a lazy tone that told me he was very relaxed. I glanced up at his face and sure enough his eyes were closed and he had broad smile plastered across his face. It was still earlier, but I grinned and snuggled in closer, allowing myself to be dragged into sleep alongside my boyfriend.

***

We woke from our nap a short time later and spent a bit more time relaxing together, before eventually deciding to watch a film on the TV. I grabbed some snacks as Connor navigated numerous streaming services in search of something we were both interested in. As usual the amount of choice was overwhelming, but eventually we agreed on an action blockbuster that we’d missed at the cinema a couple of years ago.

The film was enjoyable enough, although frankly would have been forgettable if not for the leading man and woman. I recognised them from a few other films, although wouldn’t call myself a fan of either, and they were playing a pair of rival spies in this particular feature. The premise set them up in a variety of interesting and attractive outfits; from tight-fitting leather infiltration outfits to fancy formalwear at the villain’s private mansion. I spent as much time checking out the lead actress as I did the leading man, and I spent more time doing both that I ever remembered doing before.

“Yeah, of course they’re going to team up now,” Connor commented with a roll of his eyes, although he was smiling, enjoying the cliché filled romp for what it was. I laughed and leaned against him. My appreciation for the protagonists of the film was unusual for me, but harmless.

The heroic spies saved the day and went their separate ways, until of course they reunited in the last scene of the film to presumable live happily ever after together. Connor and I laughed and shook our heads, but agreed that the action had been good and a lot of the jokes had landed. I mentioned that the actress had looked good in the film and he agreed, although then said it was probably one of her better performances. He looked a little surprised when I clarified that I meant she had looked attractive. I explained that I thought I was finding women more attractive in the last day or so, although did clarify I still preferred men. Or specifically I preferred him.

“What about you? Has your opinion of men changed?”

He looked a little surprised by the question, but answered quickly, almost defensively, “No.” He took a moment to consider before going on. “No, I don’t think it has. At least not noticeably.”

“Well that’s good. I can’t have some big strong man tempting you away from me,” I teased as I climbed to my feet and stretched. I picked up the bowls that had held our snacks and headed to the kitchen to clean up. He chuckled and took whatever I’d left to help with cleaning up.

He kissed me on the back of the neck as I stood over the sink. “No one’s going to tempt me away from you.”

***

I scowled at my boyfriend angrily, making my displeasure clear. He just grinned back at me with the same infuriating smugness he always did when he knew he’d found a new way to tease me.

“Now now, you agreed to this. Or to something like this at least,” he mocked. I was sure he got some kind perverted pleasure from my frustration and he only grinned wider when my scowl deepened in response to his words. “All you have to do is click your fingers and its undone. If you really have to give in I won’t stop you. I won’t even replace it with something else. You just have to admit you’re giving up.”

A huff of furious air escaped my nostril. The bastard knew my weakness. I’m far too stubborn to admit I’m giving up. I dropped my shoulders and turned away from him defiantly, refusing to rise to his bait. That only amused him more.

It was Thursday morning and I had just a few minutes before I had to leave for work. Connor had spent most of the morning on the Device, seemingly trying to decide on the perfect way to torture me with a change. He reminded me that we’d have friends over in the evening, so he wanted to stay away from many more physical changes and asked if I’d allow a mental change. I’d asked what he had in mind and he explained ‘compulsions and blocks’ to me.

He’d been exploring the opening menu for a while in the morning and had decided to scroll down a bit further than usual. The options had been on the lower part of the list, although still quite high up all things considered. A little exploration of the options revealed that they functioned by either making the target compelled to do a certain action or blocked them from doing a certain action. He gave the example of using a block to make someone unable to say their own name. He also explained that, due in part to the safety features I’d set the day before, it was possible to set a condition that would immediately undo the change.

We had undone the mental change I’d made on myself the night before and it had worked. In fact when it was reversed I found myself again unwilling to go down on Connor while he had a pussy, although admittedly less adverse than previously. That gave me enough confidence, along with the promise that he’d set a ‘safeword’ for undoing the change, to allow him somewhat free reign over what the compulsion or block would be.

I had felt the dizziness and then turned to Connor, seeing him looking at me curiously. I didn’t feel any different. I was going to tell him as such, but thought it would be rude to say anything before he addressed me first so I just smiled and waited for him to ask. He smiled back at me, but didn’t say anything, just silently observed me. Our standoff extended for a good minute. It was a bit rude of him not to say anything, but it was certainly inappropriate for me to say anything, so there wasn’t much I could do. Instead I decided to just get my things together, ready to leave.

When I moved to grab my things, that was when Connor started laughing. I looked at him curiously, then looked in the mirror. Had he actually done something to me? I didn’t notice anything. I wished he just say something.

“So, how do you feel?” he managed to ask after getting over his initial little fit of laughter.

“Fine. I don’t know what you did, but it doesn’t seem to have done anything,” I replied. He smiled, forcing himself not to laugh when I spoke. I wondered if he was making me speak in an accent or something that I wasn’t noticing. Or perhaps it was like the example he’d given me. Was I replacing certain words with other ones? I wanted to ask him, but I’d have to wait until he said something.

That thought triggered a small twinge of confusion. Why did I have to wait until he said something? It made sense, but I couldn’t really understand why. I just knew that it would be inappropriate to speak out of turn.

“Something wrong babe?”

“Why can’t I speak when I want to? It feels natural, but it isn’t is it?” I frowned, trying to make some sense of the situation.

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘speak when you’re spoken to’?’” his grin slowly widened. I could see him savouring the experience. The fucker!

“You didn’t!?”

He just smiled and raised his eyebrows. I wanted to call him a million curses under the sun. I wanted to ask him where he’d got such a stupid idea. I wanted to threaten him with fifty types of bloody murder.

But I couldn’t say any of that because I’d not been spoken to since my last statement.

He enjoyed my fury for a couple of minutes, before explaining it to me and letting me know that I could, at any time, click my fingers and the change would reverse. He also said that the Device had told him that if I was in danger, the change would immediately and automatically reverse. I was glad that wasn’t a worry at least, but it was still enough to leave me scowling at him.

Eventually, after I’d refused to admit defeat, I reached the stage where I really had to leave for work. I gathered my things and left to leave. Connor watched me go, then called out “I love you!”

I was half-tempted, for just a micro-second, not to reply. But my anger was, I had to admit, mostly performative. “I love you too,” I called back, then, wondering if the change would let me add on to a previous statement, I added “dickhead.” I heard Connor chuckling to himself as I walked out the door and felt myself smile broadly too. Taking a big breath, I prepared myself for an interesting day.

***

Conscious of the strange change Connor had made I was hyper aware of every instance where I found myself unable to speak that morning. It happened the first time when I walked through the office’s front doors and saw the security guard, Jamel, sitting at his desk. Most morning I would say a friendly hello to him and perhaps have a brief chat about movies we had each recently seen. This morning he smiled and waved to me and I responded in kind, finding it impossible to answer his greeting verbally. I wanted to mention the movie I’d watch the night before, but found that since I’d not been spoken to, I couldn’t. Since I said nothing, he seemed to assume I was in a rush and so he turned his attention from me. I moved quickly up the nearby staircase in order to escape the awkward situation as quickly as possible.

I was aware that Jamel probably hadn’t thought anything of the interaction, or lack thereof, but I still felt rude for not speaking to him and hoped he didn’t take it personally. I reached my team’s office space and saw that a few people were already logged in; my manager, Derek, as well as the assistant managers, Charlie and Naz. They were having a discussion at the other end of the room and I was grateful that they didn’t pay me any mind as I walked in.

By the time I’d grabbed my customary small breakfast and cup of tea the office was looking busier. I spotted Naomi already at her desk but she seemed engrossed in something on her monitor and wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings. I did take a couple of seconds to admire her fashion choices this morning: a high waisted pair of skinny black jeans, low-heeled boots and a blouse with a few more buttons than perhaps completely appropriate undone. Thankfully my mind didn’t conjure a sexual daydream in response, but I was feeling more comfortable with the idea of appreciating the female form.

Jennywas a couple of minutes late and I watched her rush in and scrabble to get logged into the system with faint amusement. Derek didn’t mind too much about people being a couple of minutes late on occasion, but I knew Jennywas starting to test his patience. She was fully logged in pretty quickly and she checked the time, sighing in relief that she was only eight minutes late in total. Jennyshot me a suspicious glance, clearly having expected some kind of teasing remark from me about her punctuality. I had plenty of things to say, but unfortunately my compulsion would not allow an exception even for annoying my work friends.

When someone eventually spoke to me, I’d been in the office over half an hour. “Morning Hira. Did the lady from Hertz send the shipment dates through to you?” I looked up at Charlie as he spoke and smiled broadly at him. He was slightly taken aback, I didn’t really get along with him as a rule and greeting him with a broad smile was a rare occurrence.

“Morning Charlie. Yeah she did, I can forward them on to you?” I marvelled slightly at how strange speaking felt even after such a short time of being silent. I mused that maybe I spoke too much normally.

As the morning progressed the office got through their morning tasks and a low chatter hummed through the room. I had the opportunity to speak a few more times when people addressed me directly as part of conversation or just in greeting but was hyper aware of how quiet I was being compared to normal.

“You’re quiet today,” Jennycommented as if mirroring my thoughts. We were sat in the break room having together after a busy morning.

“Yeah, I guess I am. I haven’t felt like speaking as much today I suppose,” I felt slightly bad about not being able to tell Jennythe truth, she was a good friend as far as work colleague go, but mostly felt embarrassed by such a lame statement.

Jennyasked me if I’d done anything the night before and I told her about the movie. I managed to have a mostly regular conversation, since she’d initiated it and was good about asking questions or prompting me to speak. The end of the discussion was somewhat abrupt however, as I found myself running out of things to tell her about the main actor of the film and she didn’t follow up with anything herself, leaving me unable to add anything new. She didn’t seem to mind the lull in conversation.

Another complication arose in the afternoon that I hadn’t anticipated and I considered that if Connor was going to keep this compulsion on me for the following day, I might have to ask him to make a specific exception. I dialled our warehouse and heard someone pick up. I tried to say “hello”, but found myself unable to speak.

After a tortuous few heartbeats I recognised Sam the warehouse manager’s voice; “Hello? Can I help?”

“Hi Sam, it’s Hira calling from the office, I was hoping you could help me out with something,” my panic subsided briefly and I was grateful Sam had actually said something rather than putting the phone back down. It seemed making phone calls could be an issue, although luckily most people did at least answer with a greeting. I was glad I wasn’t involved in any meetings for the day however, as if I’d had to present something with this compulsion, it would have been impossible as far as I could imagine.

By the time the work day was ending I felt like I’d managed not to seem too strange and the compulsion hadn’t negatively impacted on my work as far as I could tell. I was thankful that I could still initiate conversations in written form, even if I couldn’t do it verbally, as otherwise I would have been incapable of working altogether; my job involved sending a lot of emails.

I decided to stay after my shift officially ended to catch up on a couple of small ongoing issues. I couldn’t stay too late as friends were visiting the house in the evening, but I could afford about an hour. Most people left pretty much as soon as the clock struck five, but a handful remained with me, Naomi amongst them. She had been really busy all day and seemed to be working just as hard even at that time. She was usually really on top of things so it was a bit odd, but I decided to focus on my own work rather than anything else.

“Hey Hira,” I looked up to see Naomi perched gently at the edge of my desk. I checked the time and realised that it was fast approaching six and I had to start thinking about leaving. “You look as snowed under as I am,” she said with a forlorn sigh.

“Not as bad I imagine. You’ve been at it all day. What’s going on?” I’d not been really close to her for a couple of days and I found myself idly examining her features admiringly. Her lips were gorgeous and I toyed with the idea of altering Connor’s to be similar.

“It’s Beauxview of course! They’re trying to force us to process two months worth of deliveries in a space of two weeks and I’m the one who has to find a way to make that possible,” she began to rant about the problems, making sure to explain exactly why each individual contact she had at the company was the actual worst human being on the planet. I smiled at the tirade, but tuned out slightly. Her neck was really well shaped and slender. I wondered how Connor would look if I altered his figure to be less broad and masculine.

“Anyway, I should stop complaining and get back to it,” Naomi concluded, “thanks for the chat!”

“No problem,” I replied with a slight chuckle. I was sure that even without my compulsion I’d have a hard time getting a word in edgewise when chatting to a riled-up Naomi. I checked the time and sighed. It was already ten past six, so I wasn’t getting any more work done. I logged off the computer, grabbed my stuff and headed home, giving a Naomi a wave in lieu of saying goodbye.

Two cars were already in my driveway when I got home; Connor’s and one I though belonged to our friend Matt. I pulled into our neighbours driveway instead, we had got their permission previously to use it on Thursday nights when our driveway got full, and got my stuff together.

I waited a minute before getting out of my car. I was excited to see our friends but couldn’t help but be a bit nervous. I was physically and mentally altered and some of my closest friends were about to spend an evening with me. I couldn’t help but worry that something was going to go wrong.

With my nerves steeled as much as possible I left the car and entered my house, hearing the mixed voices of Connor and eight of my closest friends already deep in discussion.