You weren't quite sure what was worse; that you had woken up with a pounding hangover after coming face to face with your best friend half naked together in his bed. Or the startling realization of the legitimacy behind the fragmented memories of last night coming to mind as weary eyes register the sight of a form-fitting, semi transparent nightgown showing off every last curve and dip that runs the length of your lithe, bubbly frame. It's matte smooth weave crumpled from rough play centered around a tight belly that aches from the slightest movement as you sigh in abject despondency. Struggling to wrap your throbbing head around the undeniable fact that you had slept with your friend last night…and that it had been enjoyable enough for you to lose yourself in the moment as a subtle pink cloud spreads across your cheeks from the hazy memories of that embarrassing moment building up in the recesses of your mind. Exhaling in a quiet voice as you give your aching noggin one final rub before turning to look back at the silent figure splayed out across the sheets. Too worn out to have noticed your initial bout of panic as worn pectorals rose and fell to the tune of rhythmic breaths escaping lips marked by a small blemish in the form of slight swelling near the lower jaw. A familiar sight that brings you further back to a moment in time, to a decision you had agreed on with buddy boy that led to this intricate mess playing out the way it had.

Valentines Day was less than a week away, a day of love that only seemed to worsen the depressive state of mind your best friend and faithful housemate had fallen into after his girlfriend of two years had broken up with him less than a month ago. And with so many couples to be seen and heard everywhere you turned your head, you could only imagine how suffocating it was for Michael to endure without a shoulder to lean on for support. Preferring to keep to himself despite the frequent sobbing you could hear from his room down the corridor whenever you needed to empty your bowels late at night. And even though you didn't want to pry, you often wondered what sort of girl would've dumped Michael considering how much of a 'bro' he was to those who knew him. A question you would only learn the answer to after deciding to carry out what should've been a one-time plan to help ease the pain your friend was going through before things got from bad to worse and his deteriorating mind would resort to the unthinkable…

With some favors to call in and the right connections, it wasn't long till you had in your hands an experimental pill that would transform someone into a biologically functional member of the opposite sex well on the night of Valentine’s eve. From what you were told, the consumer’s appearance laid entirely in the hands of genetics, the pill was simply a trigger for gender inversion. No more, no less. So looking upon the reflection of a mature young woman with platinum blonde locks staring back at you in the mirror, you couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of pride and intrigue, wondering whether your gorgeous, female self took more from your mother’s side of the family or your father as you twirl a wayward lock of shimmering silk between waifish fingers tipped with pristine shells of pearly pink. Glazed eyes of crimson shine lingering over your girlish self while pondering the next steps to take going forward after the mistake you had made soon after unveiling your new self to Michael’s bewildered eyes.

You had expected such a drastic and quick metamorphosis to be a painful process to endure, especially after what the informant had told you to prepare for; a demanding strain that’ll test you physically and mentally. A statement that instills dreaded thoughts of unimaginable pain wrought from every single nerve in your body being pulled and ripped apart as flesh and bone snaps and bends into new shapes and definitely not an orgasmic moment of unimaginable bliss erupting at the core of your very being moments after ingesting the pill. Remembering how you bit down on lips that had become far smoother and ripe with pillowy flesh in an effort to stifle an unintended sensual scream seconds after your stomach had begun to bulge and kick, sending bolts of electric pleasure coursing throughout your body as an expanding pelvis and pinched in waist turns a streamlined figure into a gentle hourglass. Tenting the clothes you wore once the bulk of muscle mass and wiry flesh fades into the very same tender meat and pliable fat that lines every last inch of your maidenly form. Coated in a highly sensitive layer of porcelain smooth skin that reignites the memory of how it felt to grow a pair of perfect melons tipped with swollen pink nips once dormant glands began to fill softened pecs with mother's milk and firm meat to give the twin spheres perfect heft. Leaving you as a man's wet dream by the time you had collapsed onto the floor of the living room with a notable bounce to your feminized body, a brief tickle over the nape of a petite neck as cascading curtain of lightening hair tumbles down over an arched spine and one final prick between erotic legs formed from firm calves and perfect thighs blending muscle and blubber as you shiver against the feeling of a deflated phallus sliding up into the tight, moistened walls of a woman’s vagina, your very own virgin pussy, to be absorbed into the empty incubator nestled under a toned tummy. Flanked by repurposed testicles that had immediately begun flooding you with payload upon payload of estrogen, progesterone and other such feel good chemicals of the fairer sex. A combination that only made you far more susceptible to Michael's advances when you had finished putting on the nightgown and miscellaneous accessories his ex used to wear but one you had snatched after thinking it would've been a good distraction to mask any imperfections your then-unknown girly self might've had…only to realize too late how drop dead gorgeous you really were once you stepped into his bedroom with a boxful of beer, catching the briefest of glimpses at your sinfully erotic appearance in the mirror before you were forced to awkwardly introduce yourself to Michael in an effort to calm him down before things got out of hand after walking in during the middle of yet another one of his depressive sobfests.

After a brief round of Q&A to affirm your identity much to his disbelief, you actually got to sit and chat with your best friend after what felt like months of isolation now that his guard had been broken by the sudden appearance of a buxom babe in the house…allowing you to see for yourself how much he had changed when he wasn't constantly locked inside the bedroom or avoiding contact outside of it. He looked absolutely dreadful; heavy eyebags, a deathly pallor to his complexion, a slight stubble that hadn't been maintained…he truly had been devastated by the breakup, and you didn't know what it was back then, but seeing Michael's state had been the first spark to rouse something fierce inside you as you started on a second bottle. Trying to focus on friendly conversation while acting as if you were still you despite the loss of your pecker, the presence of D cup breasts hanging off your chest and the poor decision to choose a choice of attire that only served to make you look like you were there for something more than just friendly conversation…a similar feeling shared with Michael as the two of you continued to drink the night away while talking about everything he had missed ever since he'd become a recluse, all while his focused gaze wasn't lost to you the entire time.

Michael was talking again, true. But you could feel his piercing gaze running the length of your slender arms, analyzing their perfect length and the dexterous digits that tipped your waifish hands. Gazing at your sides as half lidded eyes lingered over a gratuitous showing of side boobage and delectable armpits, longing to feel those handlebars while taking another angle from which to stare at your heavy ass in all its glory as you shift your weight from side to side. Unsure of how to proceed once the conversation falls silent, the air thick with the dulling scent of beer…and the unmistakable musk of a man and woman consumed by the subtle touch of instinct, an unwitting pair who could only see in each other the ideal mate once the irrefutable call of duty seeds itself inside your alcohol soaked brain. Failing to register the feeling of course hands running over your shoulder until you felt the tickle of Michael's nose running over the back of your ears, savoring the odor of a female whilst you were left too weak and horny to deny his advances, struggling to sit still on the side of the bed as if you hoped he would leave you alone. Even when his actions had begun to grow more aggressive as you yelp against the feel of a firm hand squeezing your left ass cheek, a thumb drawing dangerously close to the throbbing slit beneath a dangerously short hem that leaves everything exposed and open for easy access as you continue to shiver and squeak like the meek, soft spoken flower you had become.

Never would you have thought to experience life on the other side one day. And in a bid to bring your best bro back to the normalcy of everyday life, that unassuming piece of fiction had now become a reality as you fell back onto Michael's bed with just a single push, what little of yourself that wasn't blinded by alcohol or lust struggling for control as you remembered the fear you felt when he had easily wrestled your hands away from his chest. Wondering if this had all been a mistake before your lips were met with his, blushing harder than ever before as you curl the hand over your bosom into a fist upon recalling the memory of how it felt to have another man’s tongue shoved down your throat, the feel of a drunk man's hand running over your hips before pressing down tightly against your stomach in such a way that it made your vagina throb and squirt it's first, shimmering load across the sheets and the mind blowing sensation of your boobs being squished and rubbed against Michael's broad chest. All while your tongue was overloaded by the taste of beer and a man's saliva…ashamed and abashed at the sounds you were hearing as your hazed friend laps up your juices just as eagerly as you did his…

You felt so small then, helpless to resist his advances and your new body's influence as you dropped the idea of protesting, letting yourself go in the moment as the idea of being a man temporarily leaves your head. Allowing your body to curl it's legs over Michael's back before an expert flip turns the table, putting you on top of him as auto piloted hands swiftly disrobes the drunk. Leaving him bare before your very eyes as the seared image of your naked bestie springs forth, clicking your tongue as a sudden ache makes itself known within the region directly below your rosy red stomach. A reminder of the unremovable seal that had been cemented within you after your drunken, eager self had used her knees to raise herself up high. Taking in the glory of Michael's erect pecker sliding over her navel before dropping down to impale herself over that phallic thing.

The proceeding memories were hazy, but you remembered blood that had long since been wiped and scrubbed away by the hours that followed as you felt first-hand, how truly voracious a man could be when deprived from sexual relief over an extended period of time as you rode Michael's length before he would eventually regain control, taking the reins as he makes out with you in a variety of positions you had only ever dreamed of from the men's side, experiencing the feel of damp fabric grinding against your chest as he did you from behind. Loving the extra inches he could go when you were pushed onto your sides with legs spread wide. And when he had pulled his member out with a wet pop and an expectant thrust before your sweaty face, you didn't hesitate to be guided along by feminine instinct as you lurch forward, eager mouth ready and open while you traced the length of your delicate neck back in the present. Remembering how it had bulged like a frog's throat as you relished in the erotic squish of cum and vaginal juices sliding around to paint the insides of your oral cavity while guttural groans and sensual sighs escaped soaked lips as you choked on cock…only to repeat the cycle once more after ensuring you swallowed every last drop of delicious spunk that settles nicely into a warm mass within your tummy…

How long the two of you had gone at it was a complete mystery. You weren't fully there by the third time he had emptied another batch of himself deep inside the depths of your freshly broken snatch. None of that really mattered anymore, not when you knew full well you could no longer go back to being a man after last night's raunchy development, a warning sneakily included by your supplier as he told you to avoid 'getting all touchy feely' with Michael…in other circumstances, it would've been upsetting to know that your number two had been forever snuffed, never to carry out it’s destined function. But a part of you just couldn't extinguish the hopeful flame that had begun to burn ever since you laid eyes on Michael's slumbering figure. Sleeping peacefully atop the sheets looking none the worse for wear in comparison to how he looked last night, seemingly revitalized despite how physically draining last night must’ve been if you could still feel the ache in every last joint as you push yourself off the sheets, struggling to walk without a sway to your every step as you paw through Michael’s closet in search of spare clothes that wouldn’t look like a rubbish bag hanging off your body now that you knew his ex’s clothes would fit you easily enough. Finding success in what little of the clothes she hadn’t taken back with her upon her sudden flight from the apartment, most of which, presumably held little value to her like the exceptionally naughty underwear left buried beneath a crumpled singlet and frilly skirt Michael must’ve wanted her to wear at some point when their relationship became more intimate. An ambition that would sadly never see the light of day…until a cheeky idea runs you by, painting a wry smile across your face as you set the clothes down by the empty chair before stepping into Michael's bathroom, wondering what sort of look he'd give you if he were to awaken while you were busy changing into those forgotten clothes. Up close, they didn't look like much at all. But holding up a sizeable bra cup to the sunlight peering in from between parted curtains was enough to tell you that it's semi transparent quality would definitely serve as worthy magnets to draw the gaze of any man once they caught sight of inert nipples atop hefty heifers such as yours through the sensual weave hugging the buoyant melons tight and firm as warm water fresh from the showerhead soothes your aching body like a godsend from above, cleansing your head of those lecherous thoughts as they focus in on more pressing matters that could very well impact your future going forward.

Before last night's friendly discussion became a physical tussle in the sheets, you could recall Michael saying that he hadn't been depressed over the loss of his love but rather, the circumstances that had led to it. With a hint of incredulous spite in his tone implying foul play from the opposing party and his apparent disbelief that his ex had been capable of such a thing after all the time they spent together. Proving your earliest theories of the catalyst for the breakup correct after having spent enough time with Michael to know he wasn't the sort to cheat and skimp out on friends and loved ones, which meant that Michael was technically 'up for grabs'...of course, you knew full well not to rush things. And with the significance of today, you had the entire day to figure things out with Michael one step at a time…finding it odd yet wholesomely right to relish in the bubbly sensation rising within your heart as you wandered over the possibilities of what the two of you could do for today before that train of thought comes to a standstill once you feel a flurry of movement down below, gasping in surprise once your downward gaze locks on to an oozing trail of vanilla running the length of your inner thighs as warmth from the running water coaxes the remnants of Michael's 'gift' out of your numbed crotch as the sounds of spattering cum and other unmentionable liquids hitting the floor go unnoticed amidst the pitter patter of the steamy bath…there was just so much coming out of you that your flabbergasted eyes just couldn't pry themselves away from the sight that serves to instill the gravity of the situation…

Being stuck as a girl because you had gotten carless only to discover you had been knocked up and seeded with your pal’s child was simply too much to figure out on your own, pushing aside the urgency to order and do a pregnancy test until later when Michael was cognizant enough to realize the events of last night hadn’t been a simple wet dream and that he really had done you in…for now, you were content to know Michael wasn’t about to lose himself to his emotions anytime soon, making a mental note to send the supplier a letter of thanks for his part in making this all possible in the first place as you rinsed the last bits of foamy shampoo out of your hair with gentle motions before stepping out to dry off and change up, ears pricking at the sounds of a creaking bed and an audible gasp of shock, eliciting a soft giggle as you feel unseen eyes staring at you from behind the translucent sliding doors…

THE END