Male reader into woman



Damn, you think to yourself. Today’s gonna be a long one, so “LET’S DO THIS!” you exclaim gleefully as you ratchet up your parking brake.

You’re a 27 year old Texan, and proud to be one. Using the state’s loose business restrictions, lack of an income tax, and its large groups of businessmen and industry professionals, you achieved your dream of starting a mechanic shop two and a half years ago at the ripe age of just-before-25. With your staff of four, you are the boss, CEO, CFO and all the other fancy titles on paper but in the shop you’re just another tech, more than content to be a worker in your deeply rooted talent. It’s a small place anyway but a state of the art one nonetheless with a nice lobby, a mini convenience shop, and top-notch tools in the 6-car capable garage. Today in particular is going to be stressful however, as you and your close friend-slash-colleague Dak had scheduled a lot of vehicles for repair today in an effort to get things done, and while you told your other mechanic, Viva, about the plans with adequate notice she didn’t have a say on the matter like Dak did. Viva loves her job, as you had always been convinced by her incredible work ethic and speed on her tasks, but you also know that she hates how Dak plans things out with you and she doesn’t. You once overheard her tell your shop clerk, Sean, that she’s sure this is only true because she’s a woman, which is of course a falsehood.

Despite her at-times egotistical and antagonist attitude towards Dak, you find Viva incredibly attractive. From her short pastel rainbow hair, to her immaculate face, down to her toned core, she’s an aesthetic dream. You both are aware of how your eyes tend to gravitate toward her at times, usually for glances at her eyes or down her neckline. As a single guy though, not many others in your shoes would blame you; like her face, Viva’s rack is perfect, but alas she hates getting looked at by men and so it became a guilty pleasure for you to take your peeks.

It’s now 8:30 in the morning. You’d beaten Dak to the shop but not Viva. Her shift begins in a half hour but even then she tends to hit the garage fashionably late, but you, being off some eight cups of coffee and a shot of 5-Hour Energy, you’re so ready to get the job done today from this fine morning to the hot Texas evening. You even drove your BMW M3 to work today instead of your truck, just for the fun of stick shifting.

You, Dak, and Viva work happily, briskly, and with clear dedication thanks to your uplifting mood. Throughout the day you go through more water and Gatorade than usual, and you even buy your friends lunch at the local pizza joint! After work Viva offers to take everyone to the tavern in her own ride: a snazzy Audi SQ5 with dark blue paint, blacked out rims, and a turbo-six engine. For an SUV that thing flies, as you know, and you’re more than ready to feel it zip down the freeway.

And zip down the freeway it does, gunning it past other drivers with such weaker tastes in automobiles. Within a ten minute drive you and your crew have pulled up to a cool place called Russel’s Saloon, a venue well known for its vast selection of chicken wing sauces and its 50 beers on tap. You and the gang are hungry as can be, even Sean, so naturally you four rack up a sizable tab by the time you’re done.

You never liked to set yourself above the others who work at the company you started, so instead of Sean having to close the lobby and store down, you always do it for him. You and your colleagues arrive back at the shop at around 9, at which point he and Dak practically floor it back home. But not Viva. Once you had the lighting turned off and the garage doors extended to their locked positions, you step near the exit where you see her waiting.

“Hey, everything good V?” you ask her.

“Yeah, actually, I’m feeling really good after tonight. Today was one of the best days I’ve ever had at work; you really know how to manage a business.”

“Aw, shoot, don’t mention it. You’re not just an employee dude you’re like one of my best friends, so who would I be not to treat you like it?”

“Pshhh, please, I don’t need you to restate what I already said!” she chirps lightheartedly. “But what I haven’t said is that I want you to take me home. I know you’ve got a huge crush on me... truth be told I’ve been crushing on you too. Let’s... let’s extend the evening, shall we?” She takes your hand and leads you outside, letting go once you two get near your beemer.

“Aw, Viva!” You hug her tightly and she hugs right back, reaching up to accommodate for your increased height compared to her own. “You’re right, I’ve liked you liked you for some time now. Text me your address, and I’ll beat you home,” you coyly tease as she pulls out her phone.

“Well I don’t know about that last part, but here you go.” She sends you a text.

“See ya there cutie.” You hop into your car as she enters hers, as she manages to beat you out of the shop’s driveway.

You feel that annoying stomach bubble sensation on your ride to Viva’s, cursing under your breath as you blame the tavern. On the plus side, despite all that got done today, your skin still feels smooth to the touch, perfect for a night with your dream woman. You even notice a reduction in that rough body hair you’ve been planning to have laser-removed.

You scoot up in your seat as you near her house, something about your posture being off, despite your car’s ergonomic chairs. You get a little warm in the torso with excitement as you keep feeling softer. “Oh fuck yeah,” you cheer to yourself as you see your arms have slimmed down... a lot.

“Wait... what.”

At the last minute of the drive you text Viva that you need to stop home. You keep finding that you need to push yourself up behind the wheel, maybe raise the seat and even adjust the pedals. A warmth is your thighs becomes present as the slight gap between them closes. You look down while at a red light and nearly stab the gas when you find that not only are they soft, they’re much plumper and nearly hairless under your shorts! In fact, there’s no hair on your legs at all!

“AAAH!” you yell as you speed it home, screwing up your clutch performance on multiple occasions. Running inside your house you feel a weight on your back. It gets heavier and heavier until your take off your shorts, when you see that your ass has gotten absolutely huge. Like nearly Cardi B huge, only with lighter skin. But as soon as you lay eyes on your incredible badonkadonk, your hips flare out, your waist caves in and slides upward, while one more sensation in your crotch knocks you off your feet. Out of nowhere you orgasm harder than you ever have, then your vision fades as if you’re falling asleep.

You awaken to an incredible warmth on your chest. Not knowing how long you were out, and not really caring, you remember that every part of you is changing to become much more effeminate. But now, instead of fear at this notion, you welcome it with excitement and lust. You want to be a woman; you always have. The fairer sex is the sex you were meant to be a member of. Your chest takes on a new shape now, fleshy pillows pushing out from your buff pectoral muscles. Your shoulders snap inward to kill off some mass and to aid in creating your ideal frame, but your boobs are there for you. You watch them grow and develop, your nipples lengthening just a bit. “These are... lovely...” you whisper to yourself in a slightly higher voice as you give your b-cups a light squeeze. They feel absolutely amazing. Perfectly soft and just the right weight.

As your jawline sharpens to a more v-like shape and your voice reaches the pitch of effeminacy, you lick your lips as they thicken up to become even softer and very kissable. You feel your nose shrink and become slightly more pointed while your eyes enlarge.

 

“I’m...”

Your hair begins to lengthen.

“...such a...”

You feel something about your eyebrows change, it’s like they’re slimming down.

“...proud...”

Dirty blonde locks caress your shoulders.

“...WOMAN!”

 

Only then do you notice your inverted genitalia... and their yearning for use. Even though you swapped genders you are still very much interested in Viva, both romantically and sexually. You snap a photo of yourself in your full body mirror, sending it to her instantly. “I’m new, improved, and LESBIAN now!” you write for a caption. She replies with a heart eyes emoji, telling you she’d be “so happy if you came over.”

It doesn’t take long for you to show. Viva brings up quick chat, and when things turn political, your opinions are unlike those of your previous self. “I really can’t stand how millionaires pay less than 60% of their income in taxes,” you tell Viva at one point, another time saying that you want private healthcare completely abolished. On companies? “Support small businesses, hundred percent. Only slap on the taxes once they become successful. You can’t improve a socialist economy without any incentive to future business owners. Maybe even incentivize investments of capital like that to contribute to the GDP?”

Viva agrees with you on almost every point, something that would not have occurred if you had this talk with her 24 hours ago. Political sentiments die down, she grabs you some water, and then she shows you around her house. It’s much smaller than yours but still very welcoming and cozy.

The tour ends with her bedroom. Once you two are inside, Viva closes the door, rests her water glass on her dresser, and removes her shirt to show you those lovely tits you’ve always dreamed of burying your face in. “Like ‘em?” she teases, her hand at the hem of your masculine shirt, looking all baggy on your feminine shape. You two lift off the tee, then off go your pants, then her pants...

Then shoes and socks are thrown aside...

Out with the jewelry, your silver watch and her many bracelets...

Finally you pull Viva into an intimate embrace, rubbing your tits on hers. “I think I wanna give you a walk on the lesbian side,” she coos lustfully as she unclasps her bra, leaving her dressed in only red panties. “This is the you I’ve had a crush on all this time.”

“This is the me I’ve wanted to meet while you were fantasizing.”

“Awww, you’re so cute... Cassie.”

“Cassie?”

“I think that’s a fitting name for you, don’t you agree? You being a woman now and all.”

“Well... yeah, I like the name Cassie. But you brought up a name that fits me, now I’ll be bringing up some fingers that fit you.”

“Ooh!!! Yes!” Viva whines in aroused excitement.

You and Viva get all messy that night in all the new liquid you discover you can leak, from breast milk to girlcum. You enjoy the taste of everything, even licking up the gooey puddle that rests on Viva’s stomach after she climaxes.

“I love you... my Viva...” you whimper in pleasured exhaustion.

“I... I made you a woman...” she admits almost ashamedly but candidly. “I slipped a pill into one of your beers. I’m sorry.”

“Does it look like you have to be sorry? I love this... thank you for changing me. I... it’s like I needed it and never knew. And... about the pill... I guess it gives me insight about what other women go through on an hourly basis across the world. One in 4.5 women, after all, are sexually abused in their lifetime,” you sputter out, now keen at hijacking any conversations toward politics and feminism.

“Aw, Cass... I’m going on a road trip next weekend to protest for impeachment in San Antonio. Wanna join me? We can make signs together,” she giggles adorably.

“I would be more than happy to join you.”

Despite all the mess on her sheets, you and Viva embrace once again, something you two find yourselves doing a lot in the coming days, weeks, months, and even years. You take the week off from work as you await your orders of new clothing, but by the time they arrive you still love being a mechanic, you’re still the head of your jolly business, and Dak and Sean still like you just as much. You’ve also begun donating chunks of your profits to left-leaning organizations, nonprofits, and political candidates. The LGBT pride flag hangs beside the American flag in your shop’s lobby, and you’re even considering a run for the Texas state senate in the distant future. For now though, you have your friends, your business, and your Viva. And for now, that’s all that matters.