"No." Owen grunted, covering his face with his hand for what felt like the dozenth time that night. "I'm not getting in there, and you know it."

A gaggle of attractive girls looked back at him in shock, which would have been a good deal more off-putting to him if he didn't know fully well that they were his decidedly male friends just a few seconds before. Stupid Venn Machines.

"But come on..." A sultry redhead by the name of Gary cooed, practically draping herself over one of his arms. "Don't you think that it'll be fun? Venning into something like this, I mean?"

As she spoke, she pressed her breasts into his arm, making the man stiffen in more ways than one. Owen blushed and coughed to hid the squeak that threatened to emerge from his throat. "No, I don't think that it would be very fun, and I don't really like you hitting on my like this. I'm straight, you know."

"Oh, we know." Purred Bram, the brunette. "And we also happen to know that we're women right now, which means that you have every right to be turned on." She plastered herself over Owen's other arm and the young man began thinking of football stats to distract himself.

"And you know, this could be a lot less awkward for you if you were a woman too..." Said Gary.

"I really honestly fail to see how that could ever be the case." Owen muttered, whimpering as the third of his friends, currently embodying what could only be described as a South Asian hooker, knelt before him, ran her hands along his thighs.

"Well... If you were a woman, we wouldn't be able to tell how horny you are..." Tobias began, a smirk on her face as she trailed her fingers along his erect cock.

Owen groaned, hating himself for how turned on he was by his friends. But they were the most attractive women that he'd seen in his life... "Agh, stop confusing me!" He groaned, shaking his head to clear it; then yelping as Gary placed one of his hands on her soft breasts.

"Do you not like breasts, is that it?" She pouted, the look in her eye telling Owen that she knew fully well that she was torturing him.

He snatched his hand away and groaned, ignoring how perfectly supple her chest had felt. Then the young man looked towards the Venn Machine, steeling his mind for what was to come. "Okay, fine. I'll do it." He said, hoping beyond anything else that this would keep them from teasing him further. He should have known better.

His first mistake was choosing Tobias to transform him. At the time he'd thought it a good idea: after all, Tobias had transformed both Bram and Gary, so logically he should change Owen as well. Not to mention the fact that Tobias had come up with the idea in the first place, making him the perfect choice to know the ideal female form to crash a party in.

The first sign that something had gone wrong came immediately as the doors opened. Acting on instinct, Own tried to step out of the Venn Machine, only to stumble on both of her feet, an unexpected aching from her feet proving to be the source of her discomfort.

A quick glance down confirmed what she expected: there were a pair of overlaced heels on her feet, and the stilettos were far longer than she's ever seen before in her life. Even hookers didn't have heels this high, and as a first-time wearer, Owen was having an understandable amount of trouble with them.

On the bright side, the long lacing that glued her heels to her ankles and calves was able to keep her legs at least somewhat steady... She groaned and wobbled a little bit more on her heels; then brought her gaze up to the fabric that made her chest feel so tightly bound.

Her top was clad in a form-fitting latex tube top, a sexy black affair that left her shoulders and belly bare, though it crept a little past her collar. A belt ran from the center of this top, connecting it to a short and pink skirt, something abominably small that just barely covered her upper thighs.

Tobias had somehow perfectly guessed at Owen's limit. The outfit was slutty, yet exotic enough to not be completely humiliating. It was trashy, yet something that Owen would be willing to wear to a party without too much shame.

And speaking of shame, her breasts were somehow at another perfect level. They were heavy on her chest, but not uncomfortable. A look and a grope confirmed her thoughts, and she felt a warm flush settle across her face at how soft her breasts were, even beneath the shimmering latex of her clothes.

And there was that constant weight on her chest that she wasn't quite used to yet, a feeling that was almost as unsettling as wearing pantyhose for the first time. Not only did Owen have to experience a female body, she also had to have clothes that tightly hugged her every curvenone of which were as much of an affront as her skirt.

The girl groaned and shook her head in dismay, only to yelp aloud at the feeling of her long hair shaking on her head. That was another oddity that she was just now beginning to place. Her hair constantly hung heavily on her head, and she felt her long locks in surprise, wondering how far they reached on her body.

It wasn't something she could check from here; Owen didn't want to risk losing her balance again. No, this would require her to get a mirror, which meant greeting her Venned friends.

Owen stepped out from the Venn Machine, an unintentionally sexy smile plastered on his lips as she looked at her friends unsurely. "Hey... Does anyone have a mirror?" She asked, practically choking at how sultry her voice sounded.

"First, I want you to promise that you won'd be mad." Tobias smirked, holding a mirror behind her back. Evidently the little minx had a mirror Venned for herself just in case, and she had been saving it for precisely this moment.

Owen looked to her exasperatedly, a frown on her pouty lips. "Okay, I think you know as well as I do that I can't promise that." She put her hand on her hips subconsciously, her body possessing its own set of instincts that drove her unconscious action.

"Well... Then I don't think I can promise you this mirror." Tobias teased, giggling and dancing away from Owen's ensuing attempt to grab him.

"Oh, come on!" Owen whined, blushing madly. "I'm not gonna go to this stupid party if you don't give me that mirror right now!" She exclaimed, playing her trump card triumphantly. Sure enough, Tobias froze in her tracks, her slanted eyes narrowing as she held up the mirror haughtily. "Fine!" She exclaimed, upturning her nose. "But for that, you owe me one dare."

"I never agreed to that, you... Know..." Owen trailed off as she caught sight of what her face looked, and she promptly squealed in distress. "Oh my God!" She gripped the mirror with both hands and shook her head, as if to try and clear her head before getting a better look at what she'd become.

She was slutty, but not to a comedic extent. Rather, it was like Tobias had carefully crafted her body to perfectly be at Owen's exact limit of whorishness. Her lips weren't overinflated like a blow-up doll's, and yet there could be no denying that they were perfectly suited to sucking cock. Her breasts were demure, yet somehow all the more alluring for it. And her ass... She had a tight butt that a man could bounce a quarter off, the exact kind of thing Owen would have fantasized about in her male body.

"What have you done?" She squeaked, at a total loss for words other than that. Her cheeks flushed madly as she tilted her head to look at her blond self in the mirror, whimpering at how sexy her voice was and taking a better look at her reflection, trying to see just hoe long her blond locks were.

To her surprise, the strands hung almost to the base of her spine, their shade a bright and bleached gold. Now that she was out of the unnatural light of the Venn machine, she could see her skin was bronze too. It was a delightful tan that brought out how gorgeous her dark eyes were, and how brightly her hair shined.

Owen blushed in surprise, unused to being turned on by her own body. Embarrassed by the realization, Owen began to blush, fidgeting in place anxiously.

A blush crept across Owen's cheeks as her friends sniggered, and she looked up to the giggling girls angrily, her pink lips pursing into a pout. "Shut up! It's not funny; I look like some kind of hooker!"

"Oh, Owen..." Tobias grinned. "I think we both know that's not true. I think that you know as well as I do that your little outfit looks perfect on you, and that nothing's keeping you from going to the party... Even though you'll be the sluttiest of the group."

Owen's brow furrowed and she looked at her friend angrily. "Okay... Tobias. I need you to be honest with me here. Are you psychic?"

The woman laughed, turning and sashaying her way towards the car. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Owen's cheeks turned a brighter red as Bram and Gary both smirked at him, looking at her as though she'd just said the single dumbest thing in her life. But nothing else made sense! How else could Tobias perfectly gauge Owen's limits like that... And why was Owen just letting her take her car?

She squeaked and followed after the Asian, waving her hands. "Hold up, I'm the only one who drives my car, and you know it!"

Bram jogged up to her and chuckled, placing a hand on the girl's arm. "In those heels? Please. I do agree that Tobias shouldn't drive, so I'll take the wheel. You just get behind me in the backseat and get comfy."

Owen looked down to her shoes and pursed her lips, a frown on her face. "Fine." She relented, at length. The blond stormed her way to her car and plopped her pert butt into the seat, not realizing that she'd agreed to be driven to the party until it loomed before them.

Her eyes widened comically as she recognized the house, and the woman squeaked in fear. "W

-wait! No, I recognize that house!" She squeaked, her face redddening more and more. "That's Lucas's house!"

Tobias chuckled from the front passenger seat, looking back to Owen with a bemused grin. "I know... And so I've got a deal to offer you. You fuck your best friend, and I'll give you a hundred dollars."

Owen gaped in shock, thoughts of Luke running through her mind. Even though her female body instinctively pined for him, he was still her best friend since they were kids! There was no way that she could just have sex with him like that!

Bram chuckled from the driver's seat, raising her hand. "I'll get in on this too. Another hundred from me if you're able to seal the deal with him.

"Count me in too." Gary agreed, giggling as Owen gaped in betrayal. "What? It's not like you have anything better to do, right?"

Owen tried to stammer a response, but he could only think about how technically Gary wasn't wrong. She didn't have anything better to do, but... Lucas seeing her naked like this? And the two of them fucking? That had to cross some kind of boundary, right?

Scrambling for excuses, the girl whimpered in distress, latching onto one she'd used earlier. "Bbut I'm not gay. So it wouldn't work out."

She knew how lame the words sounded, and sure enough Bram was the one to retort this time. "You know... You are a girl right now. So technically, it's totally heterosexual. Or is your masculinity fragile enough to make this legitimately bother you?"

Owen's heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed anxiously, and the girl's mind raced as she tried to think of any other way to get out of getting off. But the more she tried to think of excuses, the more she thought of kissing Lucas; of having his thick and bulging member slamming into her again and again...

To her surprise, it was more than a little exciting, though not in a sexual way. Rather, she was just curious, and thinking about the act only made her more and more curious as to how it would feel to have a dick in her tight pussy.

Owen blushed and fidgeted in place as a warmth began to spread through her body. Then she squealed in surprise as she finally noticed the biggest detail about her current outfit: She wasn't wearing any panties.

It was a simple mistake for her to make: she'd never worn female clothing before, so she'd mistaken her pantyhose for panties themselves. But a fidget had confirmed that the thin fabric was nothing more than a covering, meaning that even a light gust of wind would expose her new lady bits to the world.

"W-why am I not wearing underwear?" Owen squeaked, her face flushed as her friends got out of the car. Despite her reservations, she followed them, both to not have the stigma of being the last to arrive to the party and to hear their answer.

Tobias giggled, her breasts bouncing as she skipped in reverse. "You know... I thought it would be funny." She grinned, a smirk on her face and a giggle on her lips.

Owen stopped in her tracks, resolving at that to go back to her car. But before she was able to, the door to the party opened, a frat brother shouting loudly to greet their arrival. "I see sluts!" He called, his tone obnoxiously loud for Owen's tastes.

She gulped nervously and slipped into the room behind her friends, hoping to get by unnoticed. Of course, this was gold asking to remain hidden from an impoverished prospector, and within seconds hungry looks were following her throughout the room.

It was so embarrassing to be looked at like this! How could she not have realized sooner how women felt when men stared at them like they were meat? Of course, her hypersexed attire certainly wasn't helping things...

She began to acutely miss her dick, and with every step she could tell that there was something missing between her legs. Her heart hammered in her chest as she kept her gaze to her feet, only getting more attention for her evident demureness.

"Jesus, who's this?"

"Check out the sexy slut behind the others!"

"You think she does anal?"

Owen's cheeks flushed more and more, until she bumped into a man's chest. Squeaking, the girl looked back only to yelp at the sight of her best friend abashedly rubbing the back of his head.

"Hey, don't mind them." Lucas chuckled, an innocent grin on his face that made Owen's heart flutter. "Listen... I'm Lucas, and I know this is sudden, but would you like being my date for the night? These guys seem pretty into you, and I think you could use all of the help you can get in fending them off."

Owen's throat clenched, and she felt butterflies in her stomach; something she hadn't thought to be possible from another man. But while her mind had some ideas about Lucas, her body had completely different thoughts for him, and the girl squirmed as her heart continued to do flips while her stomach did flops.

Lucas coughed a little nervously, a thin blush along his cheeks as he placed both hands behind his head, a nervous habit he'd picked up to cover what he was convinced was a bald spot. "So... This is usually the part where you tell me your name, and give me an answer..."

Owen gulped nervously, her heart beating even faster, with her heart caught in her throat. "My... Um... I'm Owen."

Lucas chuckled, his hands returning to his pockets. "Owen, huh? Interesting name for a girl... You know, don't hate me for this, but my best friend's named Owen."

Owen nodded sheepishly, her face turning an even darker shade of crimson. "I know... Because that's me."

If Owen wasn't so embarrassed, it might have been funny. A series of emotions flitted across Lucas's face in a split second, settling on a thousand-yar stare typically reserved for soldiers who'd seen the horrors of war.

At length, the man decided on a slow and quiet. " I... See... Let me guess, Venn?"

"Venn." Owen nodded, a blush on her face. She fidgeted a little more anxiously in place, acutely aware of all of the looks that she was attracting.

"Huh." Lucas grinned a little uneasily, a small brush creeping across his own cheeks. "So... Could I kiss you?"

"What!" Owen shrieked, not realizing how loud her voice was. She squeaked loudly and cupped her hands over her lips, blushing and pulling away from Lucas, a wobble in her step as her heels caught on the room's carpet.

"Well, you know... I've always wanted to kiss a girl as hot as you, and I figured that there couldn't possibly be a better time than the present." Lucas seemed as nervous as Owen was, and the young man shifted a little uneasily in place.

Owen realized that she was being rude, and a blush crept across her face as she tried to apologize. "Um... I mean... I feel a little... Um..." She fidgeted more, chewing on her plump bottom lip.

"A little sexy? Because you should. Everyone's eyes have been on you since you walked in."

Owen squeaked as she heard Lucas's response, and she looked up to him in surprise. "W-wait, including yours?"

Lucas smirked and cradled her chin with his hand. "Last time I checked, I'm a part of 'everyone'." He grinned, not realizing how aroused he was making his best friend.

Owen blushed harder and fidgeted in place, her eyes wide as Lucas took things a step forward, his other arm snaking around her waist, his hand drawn to her butt like a magnet. And, much to her surprise, she found herself liking this.

The young man pulled her even closer, a grin on his face as he planted his lips firmly on hers, his lips loudly smacking against her own; his tongue freely slipping past her lips. His right hand slipped to hold her legs, and his left hand flew to her breasts, kneading them with the perfect amount of roughness.

Owen didn't expect it, and didn't respond in kind. But all the same, she couldn't deny the heat that was blooming between her thighs, a rich warmth stoked by the sparks of Lucas's lips; the kindling of his sweet tongue in her mouth.

Then a loud hooting entered her ears, and Owen pulled back with a blush, realizing that everyone's eyes were upon them. The red warmth only spread further along her cheeks as she caught sight of the look in Lucas's eyes, and she struggled to come up with an explanation.

"Wait... I'm sorry..." She managed at length. "I don't think this is a good idea... I mean... Well... My friends dared me to fuck you, and I could get 300 bucks for it."

She had no idea why she'd said it; she just wanted to break the silence that had stretched between them. But once it was out, it was out. And, to Owen's surprise, Lucas didn't seem too upset with it.

"Wait, seriously? Because that changes things, I'll totally do that. You can buy that Wii U you want, and I'll get us some games to couch co-op." His eyes sparkled as he spoke, and Owen found her mouth going slack.

"You... You're okay with this?" Owen stared at Lucas as she spoke, still trying to reconcile what she'd heard with what she'd expected.

Lucas laughed, taking her by the hand. To Owen's surprise, she didn't draw away from him, instead holding his hand back. "Well... Yeah." The man chuckled, a grin on his face. "I mean, it's not like this is something that I wouldn't mind doing. Besides, we can both benefit from it, right?"

Owen nodded slowly, a blush on her face. "Y-yeah... But... I mean... You want to do it with me?"

Her best friend snorted with mirth. "Are you kidding? I'd have to be gay if I didn't want to do it with you."

Owen squeaked, a blush on her face as she grinned up to Lucas. "You have no idea how much this means to me!" She grinned, feeling an oddly familiar tingling between her legs, the heat of arousal beginning ot spread through her body.

"To you? You're not the one who gets to fuck their perfect match!" Lucas replied, a grin on his face.

"Oh? I'd beg to differ on that." Retorted Owen, leaning a little forward on her heels to place a quick kiss on her best friend's lips. He blushed, and she smiled. "So... Are we going to pussyfoot about this any longer, or are we going to find the bedroom with the noisiest springs in the house?" Asked the slutty girl, a shy smile on her face.

To her surprise, Lucas shook his head. Then he spoke, his words rekindling the fire in her loins. "I think we should give them the proof of our little union... So we do it right here, right now."

Owen blushed and toed the rug beneath them anxiously, looking up to her friend with a shy grin. "I mean... The floor's a little gross..."

Ever-practical, Lucas wrapped an arm around the slutty girl and pulled her to the beer pong table. With a sweep of his arm he knocked the cups to the ground, making the room's carpet as damp as Owen's.

"Oh." Owen blushed, sidling up to the table with a smile and spreading her legs shyly, moving them as far apart as she could manage.

Unfortunately, her pantyhose made the spread a good deal thinner than she'd have liked. Worry began to creep into her mind, though it was soon washed away as Lucas once again had the answer for her. He placed both of his hands on her thighs, pulling them apart with a wide grin on his face.

The motion was sharp enough to make her pantyhose pop in protest; then split entirely down the middle. Her bared pussy felt unusually cold in the air, and for a moment she considered closing her legs to try and stay warm.

Then Lucas tugged his own pants down with a grin on his face, exposing his erection to the room... And to Owen's hungry eyes.

She moaned as her pussy ached, an unusual moistness settling in along her bush. "G-God! Get in me!" She stammered, only to yelp with realization as she remembered this would be her first time. "B-but slowly, I mean! Not too fast!"

"Hey, you're the boss." Lucas smiled contentedly, pressing his tip to her wet lips, along her shorn pantyhose. He moved tantalizingly slowly, making a loud whimper escape from past her lips.

"Do you have to go so slow?" Owen whimpered, shivering in place as the man began to move a little faster, his tip slipping further into her, his shaft entering her completely.

"Is this better? Just tell me if I'm going to fast; if it's okay that my dick's in you like this." Lucas gave Owen a grin that widened into a smile as she nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes! More mo-oh!" She yelped as her best friend began to slowly thrust, pulling his hips back and shoving them forward roughly, one hefty thrust at a time.

Stars of pleasure raced their way along her vision, and she let out the loudest moan of her life. She had no idea if this felt so good because it was so unfamiliar or if it was some aftereffect of gaining such a slutty body, but this was the most intense ecstasy of her life!

And Lucas seemed to feel the same, a moan escaping his lips as he held onto her tighter. "You're so tight!" He moaned with delight, his thrusting growing in pace and fervor alike.

She could feel his whole cock inside of her; feel his every vein and the hard crest of his tip rubbing against her folds, stoking them to newer and greater heights of pleasure. She positively purred with lusty bliss, and the girl trembled at her best friend's-no, her lover's-divine touch.

Lucas's hands found her breasts, squeezing them hard beneath her latex top, and Owen screamed with pleasure, her hands flying from the table to his fingers, guiding them to her aching nipples.

More and more sparks of pleasure flitted through Owen's newest body, and she squealed in delight, moaning again and again. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, and she clenched her folds, tightly hugging his cock just as she hugged his hips with her legs.

It was good; it was incredible! She loved this body! Her heart hammered with delight and her cheeks turned a vibrant crimson as she clenched her toes, her pussy tingling with electric euphoria.

Then she came, the rapture surging through her body and racing along her every nerve. It was far more sudden than she'd anticipated, having never experienced a female orgasm before.

And yet it was also one of the most pleasurable things of her life, an onrush of bliss coursing through her body as she began to scream with delight, her eyes rolling in her head and her legs slamming Lucas fully into her. This seemed to be his tipping point, and he loudly moaned too, his own eyelids fluttering as he shot her love hole full of his load.

Owen moaned lustily and clenched her folds tightly around his shaft, milking him for every drop of his seed. The man panted and had to release one of her breasts to steady himself.

Owen grinned up to him, blowing him a kiss.

"You like that?" Owen chuckled, a grin on her face at the look on Lucas's spent one. She giggled demurely at the sight of phones surrounding them, no doubt having recorded her first time as a woman. She blew them a kiss too, giving Lucas a moment to catch his breath.

"F-fuck yes." He breathed, moaning as he pulled out of her dripping love hole, a look of excitement in hie eyes. "How about you? Best three hundred dollars you've ever earned?"

Owen whimpered at how much of their juices spilled from her pussy in the absence of Owen's cock, and she nodded eagerly. "Best by a long shot. But now... I think I could use some tissues, or a towel."

Lucas winked, reaching behind her and holding out a set of paper towels. "Then I'd say that it was a very, very lucky thing that we happened to do it on the pong table." He smirked as she snatched a few towels up, wiping the mess that was pooling on her skirt.

Owen giggled and winked, pushing Lucas back and pressing a towel between her legs as she popped off of the table, only to wobble unsteadily on her feet. "Oh... Oh my." She stammered, a blush creeping its way across her cheeks.

"What? Is something wrong?" Lucas hurriedly asked, his eyes wide and full of concern.

"No, you're just a little rougher than you thought." Owen giggled, slapping her best friend on the arm. "Not that that's a bad thing; I'd certainly be up for another bull ride, especially if it's for some easy money."

One of the partygoers overheard her, and he hurriedly rushed up to her. "Hey! I'm a trust fundee, and I'm willing to pay you top dollar if I can get some sloppy seconds!"

Owen blinked in shock, her mouth falling open. "Are you serious?" She asked, quietly wondering who the heck this kid was. Then her brain caught up with his words, and she purred throatily. "And if you are... How much are we talking, here?"

The man grinned, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a small wad of money. "How would... A thousand dollars sound to you?"

Owen almost choked in surprise, and she gawped, looking to Lucas for help. A thousand dollars? This was too good to be true!

Her best friend hurriedly rose to the challenge, a grin on his face as he zipped himself back up. "Well Donnie, you happen to be in luck. Tonight my slutty friend is doing a special, only a thousand dollars for clothes off, five hundred for clothes on, and a mere hundred dollars for oral."

Owen blinked, realizing that she was basically becoming a hooker. Was this right? Was it really a good idea to use her female body to fuck people for an exorbitant amount of money? Her heart pounded in her chest and she gulped nervously as she began to weigh the moral implications.

Then she remembered how much she owed in student debt, and how much she wanted to buy that new sci-fi game. The deciding factor; however, was the look on her three Venned friends' faces, the shock that was plainly written at Owen's unexpected U-turn.

She giggled and beamed with delight, bouncing on her heels as she reached over to stroke the young man's cheek. "And the first three to have me get a boobjob for free, just as my special way of saying thanks." She purred throatily, looking over his shoulder just to see the mingled looks of horror and envy on her friends' faces.

Tonight was turning out to be more of a success than Owen could have ever imagined.