By grapehyacinth

Previous Part (7): What Dreams May Become 7 (Multiple TFs including: shampoo, food/drink, clothing, fly, gold, and several others) By  grapehyacinth Previous part (6): Beginning of series (part 1):  grapehyacinth.deviantart.com/a… “Wake up, Corrie! It's time for school!” Roman's words jolted me from a deep slumber. For a moment, I had to think about what he was saying...Yes, today was my first day of college. No, I wasn't too thrilled about it. Now that I was finally at this point, I wished I could just stay home with my husband so he could change us into things all day. “Come on! I have an enormous breakfast all set for you! Many pieces of fuzz and dust became deli...

 “Roman, some of my notes are gone! How will I study for this test?”

My husband was lounging back on the couch, staring at the TV which was not actually on. He scratched his head. “Were those the ones from the first day of classes?”

“Yes...oh!” It then dawned on me why I was missing only the last part of the first lecture. My pen had run out, and Roman became one for me. Since the ink was him as well as the pen, it changed back when he did.

“You were the ink,” I uttered in a panic. Scanning the page, I could see indentations of the words. Just no ink. “Oh, no! I really need these...”

Roman rose. “Let's try this. If it works, you'll need to make a photocopy.”

Before I could fathom what was happening, Roman had become a flash of light that was headed for my notebook. I stepped back as it hit and was absorbed into the page. Suddenly, thin, dark lines flowed into the divots from where I had written, and soon my notes were viewable. I picked up the paper in awe. “Roman, I can't even imagine how you did that!”

“Very carefully,” emanated his voice from the confines of the paper. “Now I refuse to stay as part of your notes forever, so go copy me on the machine.”

I brought him over to our printer/scanner, placed him on the glass, and made a copy. With that, my husband stood behind me again, observing as I pulled out the paper.

“How'd I come out?” He took the copy from me in amusement.

I had to admit, my notes were as crisp and clear as ever. “Probably better than if I had written them with ink myself.”

“I make a nice ink, you have to admit.”

Smiling, I settled down at the table and spread out my notes before me. I was in no mood to study, but I had my first biology test coming up on Monday, so it was time to start. I felt bad that I couldn't transform all weekend with Roman, but perhaps I could take a break here and there...

A cup in hand, Roman stood over me as I worked. “It's been so long since I was in school. I almost envy you.”

“Envy me? Seriously? If you want to study that much, go back to school yourself.”

He grew quiet, and I wondered if he was considering this. For a few minutes, he remained hovering over me, and it started to get annoying. “Roman, if–”

“You know, you don't have to be human to be studying.”

“I know. But being transformed might distract me.”

“Well, take a few minutes to enjoy and explore your new form, then get back to studying.”

He had a point – this could be interesting. “Well, I need to be able to turn pages, so I can't be inanimate.”

“You can be inanimate but just be able to move your hands. Hey! Want to be a doll?”

“No. Make me some kind of animal so I feel halfway normal. I just need hands.”

“Ape? Monkey?”

“No...no...I want a beautiful fur coat on me, and...”

“Well, you can be anything and I'll let you keep your hands. How about... a lynx? Yes!”

Before I could respond, Roman had placed his hands on my shoulders, and I was sprouting fur. “Mmm,” I moaned as he kneaded my body into a more feline shape. I yelped as my growing tail crushed against my pants, and Roman undid the button for me. Usually he just transformed my clothes, too, but I think secretly he liked to see a tail forcing its way out of my underwear.

When I was fully a lynx, Roman had to adjust my size a bit so I was still able to sit at the table to study. I felt warm and comfortable, although I wasn't quite having the full lynx-experience. For one, Roman had left me my human vision so I would be able to study better, and second, I still had hands, albeit furry and clawed. I had trouble flipping the pages nonetheless, but I didn't complain. Roman had done a pretty decent job.

The phone rang, jarring me from my studies. I had seriously forgotten that I was a animal, which made it all the more interesting when Roman handed it to me. “It's...your mother?” he said in surprise.

I was shocked. My mother never called us. After I had married Roman against her and my stepfather's will, they had not bothered with us until only recently. That was after Roman had turned my stepfather into a bunch of things – most notably, a wall.

“Hello, Mom?” I asked hesitantly, scratching my tufted ear with a claw.

For a moment, there was only silence on the end. Finally I heard a weak, “Corrie, it's me.”

“Hi Mom,” I said again.

“Um...” her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “Are you...human right now?”

Looking down at my lush coat, I chuckled at the irony. “No,” I answered straight out.

I could actually hear her gulp. “Um....can you...talk?”

“Sure!” I was actually quite entertained by the exchange. Talking to my mother while in lynx form was not something I did every day. “As you can see, I'm still capable of it, thanks to Roman.”

More silence. I was expecting her to ask what I was, but apparently she still was not quite on board with Roman's transformation talents. “I just...wanted to see how school is going, and how you are...” Another gulp.

“Fine. Everything's fine. How are you?”

Silence. “I miss you,” came quietly after. Notably, there was no 'your stepdad misses you'. My stepfather Dave probably was still recovering from wall-dom.

“How's Dave?”

“Dave. Dave's been...different since then. Quieter, more scared.”

Scared? How could anyone be scared of Roman? I snorted at this.

“It's not funny, Corrie. I don't know how you let that man do that...stuff to you. It sounds like what Dave went through was truly horrifying! I mean, becoming a.... Oh, my dear, I wish you wouldn't have gotten involved...”

Now I grew angry. “Mom, you seemed sort of interested in that 'stuff' when you left here last time.”

She sighed. “I guess it's different if you want it. Dave didn't want it. He was forced into it and trapped that way. He has nightmares every night about it.”

“Well, I'm not trapped. I want all of this, including Roman. And, for your information, I happen to be a very beautiful lynx right now, and I'm enjoying it immensely.”

My mother made a sorrowful moan.

“Try it some day, Mom. You'll never look back.”

“So?” Roman asked expectantly as I hung up the phone.

“Well, Dave's still an idiot, apparently. You really messed him up. Honestly, I think my mother's more amenable to the whole transformation idea. Maybe one day you can change her.”

Roman looked dubious. “You think?”

“Who knows? Meanwhile, let me just get back to my studying.”

“I'm gonna turn into something. You need me to be anything for you? I'm bored.” He ogled my feline body. “Interested in a nice, very male friend?”

“No, Roman. Maybe later.”

“Fine. I'm turning into a chair. Use me.”

I pulled him over and sat down. He was surprisingly comfortable, although his occasional quiver of pleasure was somewhat jarring.

I got so absorbed into the Krebs/Citric Acid Cycle that I kicked my chair's leg too forcibly. “Ow, Corrie! That hurt!” it exclaimed.

Again I had forgotten that I was literally sitting on my husband. “Oh, sorry. I think it's time to take a break.” I pushed him from the table and rose. He was human in an instant. Then I was too.

“Any requests?” his eyes twinkled.

“Hmm.” I thought back to the freshman 'mixer' at school, and how a slightly drunken and very jealous Roman had turned my classmates Scott and Larry into various items such as a cup of tea, a doormat, and a diamond necklace. We had not spoken much about it, but the doormat sounded interesting. Well, Larry had seemed to enjoy it. “Remember you turned Larry into a doormat?”

“Ah, Larry,” Roman looked away. “Yes, I was trying not to think about that unfortunate experience. Again, I'm sorry about that. Now you see why I don't drink.”

I strode into our bedroom, Roman following after me. “Are you still mad at me about that? I thought we were good with it. They were drunk when I did it to them, after all.”

I smiled. Yes, they had thankfully been quite drunk, and I liked to think they had dismissed their transformation experiences as something out of a drunken hallucination. “No, I was just thinking that being a doormat might be fun.”

“A doormat? Corrie, come on, you deserve better than that.” He coaxed me down on the bed and hovered over me, a hand on each side of me. “Let's give you something special for all the hard work. What can we do...other than have sex...which I need right now...Corrie!”

Roman jumped up as if a thunderbolt had struck him, and I could only imagine what bizarre experience was about to enter my life. “Corrie, you've never been a man!”

I gulped. Yes, I had pondered what that might be like, but it was a bit freaky to think about. I had no problem with turning into bagels or cupcakes or what-have-yous, but...being a man?

“Oh, Corrie, you don't know what you're missing.”

“Well, um... I don't know. I...”

“I insist. I promise you I will make it an experience you will never forget. Even the transformation.” As he spoke, he stripped off his shirt, then mine. Pants and underwear came next until we were stark naked, and...very turned on.

He was rubbing me, faster, harder, and I knew I was changing, but it was a more minor metamorphosis. My breasts were diminishing, but my muscles were growing and expanding. I could feel my hourglass figure (well, pear-shaped might be a better term) smoothing into a less-curvy, masculine shape.

“I'm getting taller,” I uttered, but I did not recognize my now-manly voice. I cupped my larger hand over my mouth in shock, and noticed this same hand had several dark hairs on the back now...

“I do hate to see your hair go,” Roman commented, sweeping his hand over my head. I now felt like I did when I had gotten a pixie cut- like I had very little hair. As I went to move my hand from my mouth, it brushed over the beginnings of facial hair. “Want a mustache or beard?” he offered with a snicker.

“No!”

Then I felt my private area change.

The whole idea of growing male parts was kind of disgusting to me, so as it commenced, I couldn't bear to view it. I could feel everything rearranging down there, and I turned away from Roman so he couldn't watch either. But then again, he was transforming me, so I guess he was well aware of every detail...

A penis was growing. I could feel it lengthening, and, all I could say was I was thankful that I already had male hormones in me, because the penis idea seemed less frightening than before. Still, I'd never wanted this, and yet here I was, growing a whole male apparatus.

“Well?” Roman coughed, trying to cover a grin.

I finally looked down at myself and sighed. “I guess it's not quite what I thought it would feel like having male...stuff...”

“Well, what did you think it would be like?"

“I guess I thought you'd feel it...always hanging there, like a weight...”

“Do you always feel your breasts hanging there?”

Good question. “Well, no, I guess. Not if I'm not thinking about them.”

“Well, there you have it. Now stand up. I want to see how I did.”

Grudgingly I obeyed.

“Turn around.”

“Oh, Roman! Really?”

“Come on, I'm the one who did it to you! It shouldn't make you ashamed.”

Even more grudgingly, I allowed him to inspect me. I almost toppled over, not used to the way this body felt – also I was much taller. My whole sense of balance was off.

I stumbled towards a mirror, and gaped at myself.

It was my face that looked back, but a male version of it. My eyes, my nose...everything seemed more angular and not at all feminine. I supposed this would be how I would have looked had I been born a man. And it was strangely unsettling.

“You're a handsome guy, Corrie! See? And some men would die for a head of hair like that!”

I ran my hand through the short dark strands and secretly mourned my lost femininity. “I don't like this, Roman,” I murmured. I truly felt uncomfortable.

He guffawed. “You're more comfortable being a paintbrush or a bicycle than being a human male?”

I felt bad answering that. I didn't even know how to answer that.

“Oh, just give it a moment. You've just transformed. You're not all there yet.”

I sat down. “And then?”

“Experience life as a man for a bit.”

“But...I have no interest in that.”

“Oh, you will.” Suddenly Roman was changing. His hair spilled down his back, his face became a feminine version of him...

“Oh, Roman, don't do it...”

But I had to admit, what was occurring before me was inexplicably beautiful. My husband was blossoming into a magnificent female, his hips becoming more shapely, perky breasts forming on his chest...

I blushed and looked away, embarrassed. I also picked up my shirt to cover my new privates.

“Come on, watch me change, Corrie!” said an irritated woman's voice.

From the corner of my eye, I could see a perfect woman before me. I turned around, not sure whether to cry or gasp. This was my husband. I had no problem with him turning into the most obscure animal or object, but... now he was a woman! He wasn't Roman!

He picked up on my thoughts. “Oh, come on, I'm still Roman, and you know it!” The woman reached her dainty hand towards me.

I gulped. I had never been interested in women. Even if they were transformed men. Not that I'd ever been in that situation before...

Roman glanced at himself in the mirror and began to titter a very musical laugh. “You know, there is not a single man on his earth who would be able to keep themselves from me like this.” He held up his shapely arms, showing off his figure to the fullest.

“If they knew you were really a man, they might.”

“But I'm not a man, Corrie. I'm a woman. Just like if I had transformed myself into an animal.”

“You have a male mind.”

“Oh, my female hormones will get to it soon enough. I'll get plenty of female feelings...just like I'd get the instincts of an animal if I became one. You should be starting to feel like a male too.”

I was silent. I really could not see myself having interest in this vision before me. “Don't you feel weird like that?” I squeaked. “I mean, yes, you're beautiful and all...”

He studied himself for a moment. “It's no different than becoming anything else. And,” he cast his eyes to the floor, “admittedly, it's not the first time.”

“How many times...?”

“You don't really want to know. I don't even know.”

I gulped. I really didn't want to know.

Roman walked over to the bed, and, dare I say seductively, he lay down, arranging the blankets carefully around him. He twisted to his side, and I could see the shape of his hip above the blanket...it was perfect, and I wanted to run my hand down it... I wanted to explore the dewy, youthful skin on the womanly body...I wanted to cup my hand around those breasts...

I was blushing, and I knew it. I could feel myself sweating, my heartbeat speeding up... The woman on the bed was so enticing, and I needed to have her...To take charge of her and make her my own...

“You're starting to feel that testosterone, aren't you, Corrie?” said the woman sweetly.

My body was alive, blood rushing through my muscular form, and I approached the bed, reacting to the pheromones the woman must have been giving off...

“Take me, Corrie!” she demanded.

I gulped, holding back. Oh, my God...what was I doing?

But my body ached to have the woman. It urged me forward, and it was erect in all the right places...

Roman smiled at my thoughts. “That 'erectness' feels interesting, doesn't it?”

I couldn't bear to look down at 'the erectness', but as I climbed into the bed beside Roman, his delicate hand was suddenly on it, and I nearly screamed at the pleasurable feelings shooting through me. He began to giggle. “Oh, and you're newly transformed, so your body is even more sensitive than a normal male's would be. Enjoy it!” He was running his delicate fingers up and down my...thing...I couldn't bear to say 'penis', even to myself... And it was making me so aroused that I needed him...I had to have the woman...

Something snapped in me, and I was grabbing at the woman, kissing and sucking at the perfection, and she was laughing, grabbing and kissing back at me. I was getting tangled in her endless raven locks, and there were tongues and fingers everywhere we could place them... And I couldn't hold out anymore...

The act of penetration was simply beyond what I could have imagined in female form. It was...power, it was control, and it was...victory. I was pleasuring myself as well as the spectacular female beneath me...over and over...I couldn't stop, she couldn't stop... The pleasure would swell and break inside me, explosion after explosion... Building up, releasing...how long could these two perfect bodies keep this up?

I don't know when we started, and I don't know when we finally stopped. But at some point, we lay beside each other, man and wife (though reversed in gender), panting and exhausted. I played with Roman's hair, running a strand against my lips and kissing at it. “Well, you've proved your point,” I said in my gruff voice.

He kissed at me sweetly. “Would I ever lie to you?”

“Is this really what it's like all the time for men?”

With a chuckle, he replied, “Well, maybe for eighteen-year-old men. Plus, the added sensitivity from being transformed... you have to factor that in.”

“Hmm,” I said, growing quiet. It was a little unnerving that I still wanted him, despite how achy and tired I felt. But I wasn't quite ready to go back to femaleness...

Roman studied my body, in approval of his work. “So what's it like, experiencing masculinity for the first time?”

“It's...weird...”

“May I join you?”

“Join?”

“Can I merge with you? That way I'll feel what you're feeling. You can only have your first time once, but I can join you in it.”

“But...” I looked at the pleading, beautiful face, and put my arms around the womanly body. It was weird feeling breasts where they shouldn't be... And not feeling breasts where they should be... “Fine, come on in.”

He smiled. “I'll make us even more impressive, and that way you'll have the newly-transformed sensitivity to the extreme.”

He was becoming part of me, and it felt warm and nice. He was me, and I was me.

I'm letting you be in control. We can talk in your mind, he said as I changed. We were growing larger, more muscular...

“Not too muscular, Roman. I think those body-builder guys look gross. All muscle, no fat...it doesn't look real.”

My belly grew a slight paunch. Now we're real. Here's some love-handles to make it perfect. My sides ballooned out very slightly, and I giggled. Deeply. My voice was now a bass.

“Are we finished?”

Mmm.... yes. God, Corrie! I can't believe how this feels! It's...everywhere...wave after wave of...bliss...

I made a manly laugh. “You've merged with me before. Why is it any different?”

Me changing myself feels different than someone else being changed by me. I mean, when I merge with someone I've changed, I realize that they feel the changes more deeply than when I change myself. Maybe because I'm so focused on changing myself that I don't appreciate the feelings as much. When I merge with someone and change them like this, it feels more...sensitive. And merging with someone into a human form...oh, wow! Let me tell you...

“It does feel wonderful. But what do you want to do like this?”

Wait. Nothing yet. Let me just enjoy it with you.

I let him. My new body was large, impressive, and very full of tingly pleasure from the transformation. The male feelings were running quite high, and that was quite obvious when I looked down at my crotch.

Yes, we're very well-endowed.

I pulled on a pair of Roman's underwear. The well-endowed body part ripped a hole in it.

Embarrassed, I tried to pull a pair of pants over it, but they were too small.

Oh, stop it, Corrie! No pants yet!

“Roman, can you make the pants...bigger,” I choked on this, “so I can fit into them?”

Corrie... please...don't put on clothes yet. I feel what you're feeling. You're really aroused. Cave into it!... I know you're trying to keep it from me...But I know you want to...Just touch it...

My hand reached over to my new penis. And I sent us both soaring.

“Roman, I can't study like this. I can hardly write with these huge man-hands.”

That's too bad. The information that you're taking in is also going into my head, so it's like I'm studying without actually studying. It's amazing! And such interesting subject matter...Biology has changed so much since I went to school.

I giggled at the irony of his statement. “I was going to say 'biology never changes', but, look at us. I'd say my biology has changed a great deal. And very often.”

Ha, ha. You're not wrong there!

I placed down my pen and closed my book. As nice as the idea of having my husband living inside of me was, it was also annoying. “It's weird. Like, I know you're there, in my brain, and it's kind of like you're looking over my shoulder.”

I'll get out, if you want...unless you need a break? We could walk around somewhere like this. Might be fun...

I had hardly studied the amount I had planned, but I had to admit, it might be fun to see the looks on peoples' faces when they viewed the nearly-perfect epitome of manliness strolling the local mall. (No one would see the love handles under a shirt, of course.)

“Fine, but not for too long.”

We walked through the mall, enjoying the stares we got from every woman and several males as well (although most looked thoroughly jealous). It was odd how my body reacted to the women, and Roman chuckled in my mind. Yes, sex is usually not very far from a male's thoughts. Especially young males.

But, Roman, I...just want to...do them. All of them. It's so embarrassing.

No, it's just that famed Y chromosome.

I knew what was going through his thoughts then, and I coughed. He wished we could have sex like this with another woman, but he wasn't sure how I'd react, and he didn't feel right doing it to me.

Yes, it's kind of like cheating, I answered sharply. I'm not comfortable doing it. It's still with a stranger.

I understand, he answered patiently. But you owe me.

Fine. I'll be your underwear tonight, I giggled. But only if you're yourself. The manly version.

It's a deal.

Comfortably ensconced between Roman's legs, I uttered, “Thanks for today, Roman.”

He rubbed himself through my fabric, and I made a purring sound. “You're so warm. I feel so comfortable down here. Who would have thought being someone's underwear could be pleasant? Especially a man's?”

Roman laughed. He pulled the blanket over himself, and I was in darkness.

“You okay with the blanket over us?” he asked.

What did it matter? I didn't need to breathe. I was a pair of underwear, after all. “Just rub me again.”

He did.

And we were both happy.