Blane



I swear my mind was melting. Fuck, Jane was getting more and more eager to eat me out by the minute, and getting better at it too. She'd been so meek and shy, barely sexually awakened by me. But watching her get into it as her tongue lapped against my clit, I was so turned on.



Now, I wasn't a sex crazed nympho like she had been last night. That said it was hard to argue with the handful of orgasms she had given me that were getting better each time. I ran my fingers through her hair, a short cut that kept a rugged spikiness about them. I pushed his head up from my pussy - my pussy!! - and gasped.



"You... You're a guy!" She... He chuckled, looking down at himself. The curly blond hair on his chest, now a darker and dirtier blond, and the small beard that had formed on his face gave him a look of such masculinity. I could feel a pull in my crotch, a need that flared up looking at him. My eyes couldn't help but to flick down the expanse of his chest to between his own legs.



He wasn't just a guy. He was a man, undeniably.



"Jane..." I coughed, shaking my head. "Jake?" His eyes seemed to sparkle at the new name. "Jake, please..." I couldn't say what I needed. Telling the woman I loved that I needed her between my legs to eat me out had been easier, even if she wasn't very womanly. But now telling him 'hey I need your cock inside of my pussy' seemed to go too far with the gender bending concepts.



Fortunately he seemed to understand, nodding his head in a cute understanding. He seemed sweet and gentle, like a golden retriever boyfriend as he slid up my body, his warmth and weight pressing against me. He blushed, nodding towards me. "Hey, can we kiss..?"



I couldn't help but to chuckle, nodding. "Yes, we can kiss before we..." I still couldn't say the words, but I didn't need to. Jake's lips brushed against my jaw, then my cheek, and finally my own lips. It felt strange and foreign receiving the kiss, his lips to mine, his tongue gently exploring, all his lead. If I were standing I would have melted against him, instead I could feel my entire body tingling under him.



A rough hand gingerly caressed my chest and I gasped. Is that... How sensitive were my breasts?! I moaned slowly into his mouth, my eyes fluttering. I had only barely recovered to see his grin as he again brushed against my nipples before ever so lightly pinching on them. My hips pushed up against him, driven by an instinct I didn't know I had.



He looked me in the eyes, searching and analytical. A quiet emotion passed through his gaze, before he nodded. "I want you," he said bluntly, "a lot. This is going to be uncomfortable for a moment, speaking from experience. But I want to make sure that you want this, that you agree."



I nodded, and he nodded in response. I could feel it between my thighs as he adjusted himself, his hard cock like a burning ember against my skin. My shiver made him pause, but only for a moment. Another repositioning, and he was against my slit. The head of his cock pushed in, parting flesh I had never felt spread open before. I bit my lip and scrunched my eyes shut. Emotions flooded through me without rhyme or reason; fear and pleasure and overwhelming sensation consumed me.



Was this what it was like for every girl that gets fucked for her first time? Was this the moment every girl becomes a woman and feels... complete? I forced my eyes open to look Jake in his own eyes. A day ago, he'd been my woman, and I'd been her man. Now... Now the roles were reversed and it felt like I was falling in love all over again.



I clutched his shoulders, nodding as he slowly and gracefully pushed himself into me. I could feel his dry skin slipping against the lubricated folds of my pussy as he eased deeper in. A whimper bled into a moan, my legs curling around his waist on their own.



He chuckled, a soft sound before pushing deeper in with one smooth thrust. In an instant he had positioned himself into my deepest point. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, the walls of my vagina squeezing him back.



Slowly his hips rocked back and forth, the look on his face screwing over as the satisfaction of fucking a woman for the first time filled him. I tried to imagine his pleasure but couldn't, my mind too wired - and preoccupied - with my own situation of being filled for the first time to relate to him. My legs tightened their grip and drove him deeper in.



"Jake," I cooed softly,  and I could see him refocus his attention on me. "Jake, please... I need you to fuck me. I mean really fuck me, don't hold back, just give it--"



His fingers tightened around my throat, his grip having gone unnoticed. I gasped and could feel him tighten his hold even further. "You want to be fucked?" I tried to suck in a breath but couldn't, so I merely nodded. "I can fuck you, I can breed that tight little pussy of yours..." My eyes fluttered and he got to work railing my slit with an animalistic need.



He only lasted a few of his savage thrusts, my tight and pristine pussy already stretched around his cock. Jake groaned, low and deep, as he sprayed a burning warmth inside of me. His fingers slipped and released my throat, and the stars and dim haze that had filled my vision were replaced. Explosions of color filled my gaze as the pleasure and sensation caught up to my oxygen starved brain. I could feel my vagina clench and milk his cock like a distant part of myself miles away while my body trembled with the shocks of my orgasm. My vision swam with the swirls of color and sensation mixed into the overload I was experiencing, my conscious mind shut off.



Coming too doesn't quite describe how it felt to realize where I was or what happened. Jake was laid back on the couch, his cock wilted but still impressive. A cool chill traced lines across my midriff and my breasts, and I glanced down at the cumtrail that was slowly drying. The mess between my thighs was also becoming apparent, and I felt a need to clean myself.



Delicately extracting myself from the couch, I got on my feet and staggered. Shockingly, having your legs forced open and then your insides rearranged around a thick cock made it hard to walk around. The revelation seemed obvious but here it was, something I now had to deal with. How many times had I looked at Jake... Jane as she stumbled after sex, chuckling that I 'fucked her good'?



I sighed, forcing myself to the kitchen to turn the hourglass sideways. I ignored the small charge jumping between the glass and my fingers, assured that neither of us would be changing for now at least before heading upstairs to the shower. I could feel the cum slowly draining out of my pussy, leaving a slick trail down the inside of my thighs that I hated the feeling of. I felt so gross, so slimy and used, and I couldn't wait to get cleaned up.



By the time I was under the hot water of the shower, I had made up my mind: The sex more than justified the extensive clean up. The soft moans and coos of pleasure that escaped my lips as I snuck errant fingers between my delicate folds gave away how much I liked my new anatomy.



The bathroom door opened, and I froze. Through the steamed up glass I surely wouldn't have been visible, but to be caught practically masturbating wouldn't have been a good sight. Jake cleared his throat. "Got room for two?"



I relaxed and let my hands fall to my sides, trying to discreetly wash them under the running water like I was trying to hide the evidence, as if I had committed some misdeed. I bit my lip at the rush of cold air, my hands covering my now-crinkled nipples. "Hey there sleepy head."



Jake sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Yeah yeah, I get it. Just the whole thing was so..."



"So different?"



His eyes lit up. "Yeah! I never thought that was how you felt when you finished. It was just this sudden big burst of everything and then I was out."



I giggled slightly, grabbing a bit of my body wash to start lathering up his body. His eyes grew wide before he pleasantly sighed and smiled at me. "And I didn't realize how it was for you. Everything is so gradual and it takes so much time. Heck I'm still going a bit."



He didn't seem to notice my blush, thankfully. Instead he glanced down and away from my face, toward the round breasts dripping in the shower. My soapy hands gave his cock a quick cleaning with easy thanks to the swell he was sporting before I gave his balls a soft squeeze. Watching the flair of feelings in his eyes - discomfort leading into stronger arousal - something clicked for me. I understood why women teased their man, what those little touches meant to the fairer sex.



I didn't know how to feel about it. I pulled my hand away, trying to hide the awkward feelings from Jake as I hopped out of the shower. I was still a guy, right? So why did I think like a girl? Was I just some girlified version of myself, still me but different?



Jake rinsed himself off in the shower and hopped out after me while I was toweling off. "Wow. You're so tiny there, Blaine."



I blushed, nodding. "You're also pretty tall, it adds up."



He continued to look thoughtfully at me. "I didn't think I would like being a guy. I'd spent my whole life being flat and called a boy that I just wanted to be more of a woman. But actually crossing to the other side? Yeah, it's kind of nice. It works. But I still want to be a girl again."



"Yeah, I like this too. I mean, sure, what guy hasn't wondered before what it would be like to have his own tits to play with. It just feels natural now though. Like sure, I have breasts, but it's not my focus."



"It doesn't just change our bodies. It changes us, who we are."



I thought about that for a moment, before walking off to the bedroom. I opened up the walk-in closet and strode in confidently. "It changes us, right? Well, we should have a sense of style for our new figures. So get dressed using my old clothes, and I'll use yours. We're going out to dinner."



Jake had been following, but stopped at the dresser. I glanced at him tentatively opening drawers to see boxers and pants galore for him to try on. I turned my attention back to Jane's much more extensive wardrobe.



I mused over where to begin. I knew I wanted to impress her, yes. But I also wanted to test if I could handle the pressure of looking my best. If we were going out to dinner, I didn't want anyone to see me not fitting in.



I had to be beautiful.



Gingerly my fingers slipped between various undergarments. Each had a meaning and feeling attached that I could intuit through some deep rooted unknown knowledge I had in my head now. I skipped over a pair that belatedly caught my eye, and I pulled them out to get a closer look.



I wasn't sure which was more inviting, the bra or the thong. The former had no shoulder straps, half cups with support to lift my chest up and together. The latter was thin and flimsy, and would provide no dignity to either hole should the wisp of fabric that would run between my legs slip aside. Both were black, as dark as night, and as I held them against the soft tan of my skin, I grinned.



It was only seconds to put them on, despite my inexperience. I tried not to think of what that meant for my habits or instincts being changed and overwritten by the hourglass. Sure, it could change me back but only if it wasn't lost or broken. Suddenly it became the most valuable object in our home. A deep breath, calming myself, before I got back to work.



I wanted to have an outfit that matched well with the lingerie I picked. Something that would turn heads and leave Jake wanting me all night. Jane never wore anything too revealing out in public, and I had more to work with than she ever did. No dresses with plunging necklines, nothing to reveal her midriff, nothing that ever hugged what little ass she had.



I paused, thinking back to a skirt she had gotten for work before getting laid off. It was marginally shorter than usual, but she had made a comment that it would be fine with her body shape. I dug into the back of the closet and found it, quickly shimmying into the black farment. It was tight, barely making it over the curve of my ass before snapping into position. I tugged and adjusted the length as best as I could, but while standing it barely provided me decency. While sitting... I'd be exposed, showing off to anyone looking.



The thought gave me a small rush. I snapped up the basic white blouse that was paired with it, leaving a handful of buttons exposed up top. Glancing down you could see a mile of cleavage, more than it seemed I had had all day, and even through the white fabric you could see the faint silhouette of my bra.



I gave a nod of approval to myself, before grabbing the one pair of heels Jane owned - white wedges with straps around the ankle. It was modest, but as I walked out of the bedroom and to the bathroom I felt powerful. And in the mirror, I looked seductive.



Without an excess of conscious thought I pulled out Jane's makeup supplies and started adorning myself with the basics. Smoothing out a couple of uneven skin tones, a little accent around the eyes, and a pop of color on my lips. Within moments I was done, and I stared at my transformed face in surprise.



Where had that come from? I'd never even touched these things before, let alone masterfully used them. I puckered my red 'kiss me' lips and batted my dramatic eyelashes. I looked like I wanted a man, and the thought of Jake downstairs was quite appealing.



I hurried down there, finding him scrolling his phone by the hourglass. "No one has anything about this online," he offhandedly mentioned. He gestured at the artifact, which I noticed was trickling toward femininity. "I touched it with my phone and it seems to still be affecting you."



I rushed over and set it horizontal in a near panic. "We shouldn't--"



"It's fine, you just have some bigger breasts and got good at makeup, that's all." He grinned charmingly at me, standing up to take my hand in his. I blushed as I saw the nice outfit he was wearing. It was cute, and since he wasine, it made me want him more. He leaned in and nibbled on my neck as goosebumps ran along my body.



"H-hey, stop that." My blush and stammer betrayed how badly I wanted him. I had to take charge and assert myself to not get taken advantage of like this. I dragged a nail along the underside of his chin. "Be a good boy for me and I'll reward you later, ok?"



We both paused and looked at each other wide eyed. He shuffled in place in the way all guys do when they get hard. "Yeah, ok..." he mumbled.



Well that was weird, and even weirder I didn't know what made me say it. I gave him a smile and gestured to the hourglass. "You changed me without me knowing. Now, you have to let it make you more manly as the night goes on."



He looked at it, then at me, then sighed. In one motion he twisted the glass and spun it so sand fell toward the male side. "Happy?"



I nodded. "Don't worry, it will be worth it later." I smirked, taking his hand again and leading him to the car. "Now let's go, I believe we have a date to attend."