Like A Porn Star

Published: Jan 1st, 2012

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Watching

 

Mark lay in bed, mouse in one hand, dick in the other. He idly stroked himself with his laptop resting on the covers next to him as he watched The Handmaid’s Tail, arguably the best porn ever released. On the screen he watched Offred drop to her knees and start sucking dick like she couldn’t get enough. Offred was a slip of a girl, barely five feet tall and lean as a rail although very curvy. Her ass was round and toned while her breasts, an ample C cup, were large and perky. The guy she was sucking off pulled out of her mouth just in time to blow his load all over her face and breasts. She eagerly leaned into the oncoming semen thrusting her breasts up and sticking her tongue out trying to catch every drop she could.

 

Mark enjoyed watching the oral sex, but nothing got him going like watching Offred’s tight pussy getting impaled on the massive and surprisingly ready cock. The first time he watched this one he never thought it was going to fit, but she climbed up on top of the guy and impaled herself on him. She appeared to be in ecstasy as inch after inch of dick disappeared into her snatch, savoring every bit as she lowered herself down.

 

I wish I could get fucked like that.  Mark thought. He began to stroke himself in earnest as he watched the porn star ride her mount with zeal. He fantasized about her as he rapidly approached orgasm. Not only was she smoking hot, but she seemed to love to fuck. There was no cuddling or chit chat. There was no back rubs or negotiation. She just showed up raring to go. He watched her ample tits bounce up and down while she moaned loudly seemingly lost in the pleasure.

 

Just as he was about to orgasm the door to the bedroom swung open with a dull thump. Jenny was standing in the doorway taking the scene in. If he wasn’t so wrapped up in the video he would have heard her enter the house downstairs. She looked exhausted coming home from the office and nonplussed to find her boyfriend watching porn. They had recently decided to move in together.  He lost his mojo to the distraction and lazily snapped the laptop shut as she entered the room.

 

“Hey babe,” he said smiling. “How about you come over here and I help you feel a little better?” He continued gesturing to his erection.

 

“What the hell, Mark?” she demanded, scowling. “I work my ass off all day. I get home at midnight when any reasonable person would be asleep and I find you watching porn and playing with yourself like some god-damned teenager.”

 

“It would be fun,” Mark said trying to salvage the situation. “You could unwind and enjoy yourself some.”

 

“How do you think it makes me feel to find you ogling other women? Huh? Is that what you think turns me on?” She asked as she undid her blouse. Mark took the moment to appreciate her tits before she purposefully turned away and put on loose t-shirt to sleep in which completely obscured her form.  She sat on the edge of the bed and started pulling her shoes off.

 

“It’s not other women. It’s just some stupid movie,”  Mark said reaching over and rubbing her back. She seemed to relax at the gesture leaning back into his hand. “I’m just having some fun.” He reached around her front and squeezed a breast and whatever relaxation he had achieved was swept away as he felt her back straighten up and she stiffened like a plank.

 

“For fuck’s sake Mark! Learn to read a room.” She said smacking his hand away and standing to pull her pencil skirt off. The baggy T-shirt kept Mark from seeing any of that shapely ass he so loved. “Do you expect me to walk in the door after a long day’s work and service you like some whore from your fucking porn?” she said exasperated.

 

“You like sex don’t you? It would be great for both of us, not just me. It’s very stress relieving,” Mark said defensively, but only now realizing that his chances of getting laid had flown out the window.

 

“You don’t get women at all do you? I don’t operate like the sluts in your pornography. We need to feel some connection before we can bond sexually,” Jenny said through gritted teeth trying to hold it together. “Mark, you’re a really sweet guy, but sometimes you let your cock do the thinking and you act like a complete moron.”

 

“I’m not looking to bond. Just act like the girl in the porn. Don’t worry about feelings and stuff. Once we get into it you’ll feel awesome.”  Mark knew from past experience that this was usually the case, if she didn’t start off enthusiastic she generally seemed to enjoy it more as the act continued.

 

“You want us to just fuck like they do in porn?” Jenny said with a calmness entering her voice as though new considerations were on the table.

 

“Yeah!” he replied oblivious to the danger.

 

“You sweet stupid man.” She reached out to his prone body, grabbed his balls, closed her eyes and said “Vertunta! Mulier! Ineptus!” A breeze blew across his body and into her face blowing her hair back. Mark felt a shock shoot up through his junk and up into abdomen.

 

“What the hell was that? That hurt!”

 

“Oh you’ll see. Don’t worry, it will be fun,” she said with casual mirth. She laid down next to him and casually traced a finger along his chest. Mark reached down to caress his manhood rubbing away the residual tenderness.

When was the last time I rubbed my cock for anything other than getting off?  He wondered to himself. Quickly the tenderness faded away and was replaced by an increased sensitivity. Whatever she did it seemed to be pretty good afterall. It felt good now.  His attention was drawn to her finger running along his skin from his chest down across his stomach. He stopped touching himself to make room for Jenny’s hand to take over. Looking down at himself he thought that he seemed to be less hairy than he remembered. He’d never heard of anyone losing their chest hair and let the thought go. He reached over to Jenny to pull her T-shirt off.

 

“Not yet,” she said smiling and leaned in for a kiss. He put his hand up her shirt instead and cupped an ample breast, brushing her nipples gently.  

 

“Guys always go straight for the tits don’t they.” She mirrored the action and started rubbing his chest in response. Usually he was pretty ambivalent about having his chest rubbed, but tonight it seemed to be pretty pleasant. She tweaked one of his nipples and he felt another shock run through his chest. It felt very good this time.  She quickly repeated the action on his other nipple. He enjoyed the increased sensitivity without much thought about its origin.

 

Changing

 

He lost track of time making out with her and enjoyed the heavy petting like a couple teenagers too nervous to go all the way. She pulled away after a little while with a devilish grin touching the corners of her mouth, removing her hand as well. He rolled on to his side to follow her and continue the makeout session. He did he felt a foreign sensation as he turned. It felt like there was a weird  weight shifting on his body. He looked down and found a pair of tits swelling on his chest. His areola were as large as half dollars and his nipples were erect and distinctly feminine.

 

“What the hell?!” He cried. At first glance he would have guessed that they were B-cups but they continued to grow as he watched. He grabbed them. He was surprised a how good it felt to touch his own breasts. He could feel the feel them push against his hands as he sat stunned. They grew past C cup and seemed to stop at a surprisingly perky D. He looked at Jenny finally asking “What did you do to me?”

 

“You didn’t know you were dating a witch did you?” she laughed. “We’re going to fuck like porn stars. It will be awesome!”

 

“Not like this! Change me back!” he cried in surprise.

 

“Mark, this is not how the girl in your porn would act. I don’t think she would say these sort of things at all.”

 

“I’m not supposed to be the girl. You’re the girl!”

 

“You’ll enjoy it once we get into it. Don’t worry about your feelings, just act like they do in those movies you like to watch,” she said, giving his own words back to him. She reached out a gentle finger and touched the center of his forehead. He was too stupefied to respond to the odd gesture. There was another shock, and he felt the lingering tingle seep into his brain.  He looked down at his body past his admittedly amazing breasts cupped in his now delicate hands, and saw his waist narrowing as his hips and ass expanded into the perfect curves of an airbrushed model. Jenny put her face into Marks perky tits and caressed each breast with her cheeks. She began to suck on his left nipple, throwing in a little nip here and there as she wrapped her hands around his waist.

 

He wanted to push her head away and scream about the changes that were happening to him, but instead  he wrapped his feminine hands around her head and leaned his chest into her embrace. He wanted to cry out with every fiber of his being.

 

“Wha… Ch… Change.. Pl.. Plea… Please don’t stop!” he stammered out, his voice cracking and raising pitch with each syllable.  The words were not his own. He desperately tried to talk. He focused his efforts and tried to shout No!

 

“N.. Nu… Nuuhhh… Ohhhh… Oohhh! It feels so good.” he cooed in a soft feminine voice dripping with lust. The worst part was that it did feel good. Each flick of Jenny’s tongue or brush of her teeth across his erect nipple shot tingles of pleasure through his chest causing him to blush.

 

“Oh Mark, I’m so glad to hear you say that.” She smiled. “Nothing brings me more pleasure than bringing you pleasure.”  She switched from one breast to the other and he felt the tingles of pleasure intensify and shoot down through his stomach toward his loins. He moaned softly. Jenny ran a hand down his side tracing the curves of his new form coming to rest on his perky ass, drawing his attention to his nether regions. She leaned back pointedly stared at his crotch. Mark followed her gaze. He watched, unable to react in the slightest way, as his pubic hair faded away, giving him an unobstructed view of the changes to come.

 

“I love a smooth pussy, don’t you? So hot!” she asked.

 

“I always keep it shaved. You never know when opportunity is going to knock,” Mark said in spite of himself, sounding like a complete slut. His penis shrank right before his eyes, in a moment it was nothing more than his shrunken head attached to the smooth curve of his body. He felt rather than saw his testicles pull up inside his body, leaving a moist opening behind them as they disappeared. He couldn’t be sure, but he had a pretty good idea that they were turning into ovaries inside his abdomen. The head of his penis receded into the folds of his new vagina, a hood growing over the sensitive nub that remained. He saw the smooth mound of a hot woman nestled between his legs. It was exactly the way he loved his women to keep themselves.

 

Iced terror coursed through his veins, but his hand betrayed him. He slid the fingers of his right hand down his perfectly flat and toned stomach and rubbed the lips of his new pussy. Every action he took was the opposite of what he wanted to do, namely to run screaming from the room. He had no control over his body. His finger found his clitoris and began to stroke the sides of his clitoral hood. The feeling was intense, not unlike stroking his dick but more immediate, the feeling seemed to spread through his whole pelvis. The pleasure layered on top of the fear only served to intensify both feelings. The situation was beyond understanding. He didn’t have time to think about what was going on as Jenny drove the action forward.

 

Spectating

 

“Oh please. Allow me,” Jenny said reaching down and pushing his hand out of the way as she started to rub his box with an increased vigor. Mark rolled onto his back, planted his feet and started to buck his hips into Jenny’s hand. He had no idea what he was doing, but his body sure did. Whatever maneuver it just pulled, it felt great as he attempted to grind his box into her hand. He spread his legs to give her full access.

 

Jenny slid a finger into his pussy. Mark felt himself penetrated for the first time. The terror coursing through his veins picked up a notch. If he was in control of himself he would have been nothing more than a quivering puddle of panic. His inability to embrace the panic and express himself was torture.

 

“Oh god. Yes!”  he whispered breathily. He was completely helpless in Jenny’s clutches, but anyone looking on would see nothing more than a horny bimbo getting finger fucked and loving it. He felt Jenny’s probing finger move between his soft folds. He wanted it to stop. He wanted more. She climbed up between his splayed legs. He looked down past his perky tits, his smooth crotch and saw his girlfriend in her baggy t-shirt crawling toward him on her hands and knees. Her tits swayed seductively in her shirt as she applied her face to his eager pussy  and started sucking on directly on his clit while sliding a second finger inside. The sensation was surreal, his body exploded with toe curling ecstasy as she hit his pleasure button. He could feel his lips moving and stretching to accommodate her fingers. Part of him was unnerved to feel the dynamics of his own vagina being manipulated, but a growing part of him was getting into the pleasure. She continued to eat him out and he found himself lost in the pleasure,writhing and moaning all the while. He grabbed fistfulls of bedsheets as he bucked and turned.

 

“I’m coming!” he cried. He was surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. It did feel good, but he knew he wasn’t having an orgasm. In response Jenny licked a little quicker, but just as he thought he was getting close she stopped. He was disappointed that it ended, which in turn made him even more confused.

 

“It’s about time to return the favor,” Jenny said lifting her face from his crotch.

 

“Bring it on,” he said hearing the words fall from his mouth. He generally enjoyed eating her out. Jenny pulled her shirt off letting her ample breasts sway seductively in front of him. He felt a wave of lust wash through his altered body. It felt different than it normally would. Instead of an intense drive being focused on his cock, it was more of a growing warmth seated deep in his belly. She rolled on to her back and Mark climbed across her prone body. He pulled her panties down in anticipation of suckling her sweet vagina, but instead of the expected pussy, he found a penis nestled in between her smooth legs. His mind froze but his body continued on without pause. He saw his hand reach out and cup the testicles in front of his face and watched with mounting alarm as the penis quickly became erect right before his eyes.. It took only a few moments and there was a throbbing rock hard 12 inch cock in his grasp and he knew what was going to happen next. He had achieved erection countless times on his own but watching it happen was a whole other experience. His reaction was a blend of intimidation, fear and an ever mounting expectation. His mouth involuntarily watered and he felt a dull aching heat from between his legs.

 

“You’re so big! I don’t know if I can take it all,” Mark’s eager body said. In this case he was in agreement with whatever was controlling his body. He really wasn’t sure that he could take it.

 

“Oh you can take it. You’ll take it all,” Jenny said with ominous assertion. She had always been an aggressive woman, but she was taking it to whole new levels tonight. Her mannerisms were getting more masculine by the minute. She reached down putting a firm hand on the back of Mark’s neck and started drawing him down to her eager member.

 

Mark was a helpless to control his own actions as he let her pull him in. He simultaneously felt revulsion and anticipation as he took his girlfriends new found penis into his mouth. The slight metallic taste was delicious on his tongue, but his mind worked hard to reject the pleasure. The situation was beyond comprehension.Something inside of him snapped and he let the resistance flow from his mind. Instead he felt like a spectator to his own body. He let his body do whatever it was going to do and stopped trying to assert his will.  

 

He expertly caressed her shaft on his tongue as he bobbed his head up and down feeling his glans slide deeper and deeper into his mouth. His body worked with surprising vigor that he would have admired in anyone else. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly take more of her dick, he felt his body actively suppressing his gag reflex as he started to deepthroat her rigid cock. Mark could feel his tits jiggle and sway on his chest as he sucked and caressed energetically. He would have appreciated such a view if he had the opportunity to enjoy it.

 

He felt Jenny’s cock stiffen and pulse rhythmically and he instinctively knew what was coming next. Jenny let out a deep moan as her dick spasmed. Mark pulled it out of his mouth and caught the ropes of cum on his tongue and face.  He felt humiliated as mouth betrayed him him with sultry coos of approval and appreciation.

 

Jenny sat up and pulled a couple tissues from the nightstand and handed them to Mark. Mark eyed her up and down. She had the same stunning body as before, but with a foot long dick  protruding up from between her legs.

 

Embracing

 

“How was that for you Mark?” she asked tauntingly. “Was it fun? Did you enjoy yourself?” Mark waited for the words to pour from his mouth, but after a moment of inaction he realized his body was no longer impelled to act without his will.

 

“What did you do to me?” Mark asked tentatively, his voice shaking. His own thoughts were finally being expressed. “How is this possible?” He looked down at his impossibly perfect body and cupped his breasts. “How are these possible?”

 

“Answer the question Mark. Did you have fun?” Jenny prompted again.

 

“No!“ He blurted out, a mixture of emotions swirled through his head. He did have to admit that it felt good despite the unreal nature of the situation. His body responded to the stimulation. He loved the feeling of being eaten out. “It did feel good…”

 

“It’s good that you’re honest here. I’ll tell you what. If you can fuck me like you mean it, like one of your porn stars would, under your own free will, then I will change you back. If you just go through the motions, if you just grin and bear it, I’m going to take your free will away again and keep you like this for a while. Long enough for you to really get a feel for it.”

 

“Do I have a choice?” Mark asked trying to feel out his options.

 

“Sure, you can walk out the door and try and start a new life. Granted you won’t have so much as a drivers license or a high school diploma attached to that body, but I’m sure you could work something out. You have other assets, so to speak.” Jenny pulled the loose t-shirt off, her ample breasts bouncing free. Even in his altered state Mark loved the sight of those tits. She leaned back in an exaggerated pose of comfort letting her softening penis hang between her legs.

“Ok,” he said enthusiastically. Steeling his nerve, he began to rationalize the situation to himself. He had a choice, but really it was no choice at all. He couldn’t leave. He couldn’t turn his free will over to Jenny, and remain a spectator in his own body, or whoever’s body this was. This wasn’t really so bad afterall. The sensations this body supplied were quite pleasurable and he’d had sex with Jenny countless times, doing it again this time wouldn’t change anything. He loved her he told himself. Somewhere beneath the fear and confusion he really did love her.

 

“I am going to fuck you so hard,” he said trying to imbue his voice with a confidence he didn’t feel. He started to crawl up Jenny’s prone body, letting his nipples trace across her smooth skin. He focused on the sensitivity of his own skin as he moved, working hard to embrace the feeling and go with the flow, which the situation required. He stopped to suck on Jenny’s exquisite breasts, trying to draw on the short history of experience he had with his own breasts. He moved his mouth across her chest, focusing less on her nipple and more along the soft curves on the upper part of her tits. He still went back to give attention to her nipples, but with a softer touch.

 

“So you can learn,” she chuckled lightly, “When properly motivated.” Mark let out a soft moan not wanting to break the flow of the moment by responding or feeling insulted. He let the words wash over him.

 

He climbed up further and started to caress Jenny’s neck. He kissed the crook of her jaw and nibbled on her earlobe. He was far enough up that his spectacular breasts lined up with hers and as he leaned in he could feel the soft mounds of flesh moving over and across each other each time he switched sides.

 

He kissed Jenny on the mouth, starting out with small engagements of tongue, and a nibble on the lips. He was suddenly aware that Jenny’s cock had become hard again and its shaft was pressed up against his pussy as he straddled her. He was alarmed for a moment to find someone else's manhood between his legs, but this was exactly what he was going for wasn’t it? He rubbed his cunny across her cock feeling her shaft slid across his clit as he firmly connected. It felt amazing, more sensitive than anything he had ever experienced.

 

He sat up, putting his hands on her firm flat stomach. Looking down between his breasts he saw Jenny looking up at him with a devilish grin.  He rocked his hips back and forth rubbing his clit along the shaft of her cock, feeling it move between the lips of her pussy. He was dripping wet.

 

He knew what was coming next. He was about to lose his virginity, again. He was scared of the prospect of actually being fucked like that, a tangle of anxiety was clenched in his chest as he felt his heart race and his stomach flutter as he contemplated what had to happen. He did his best to keep his face wearing a mask of sultry desire although his mind reeled. Beneath the anxiety he felt something else though, a desire to be penetrated. His pussy almost ached at the idea. He was in control of his actions again, but he was left with no real options.  Nobody would believe he was Mark. He effectively didn't exist, not so much as a birth certificate.  In quiet desperation he focused on the task at hand forcing himself to do what needed to be done.

 

He reached down between his legs and took ahold of Jenny's throbbing cock. It felt humungus in his petite hands. Would it even fit? He gave it a few strokes for good measure before angling it toward his dripping snatch. He closed his eyes and slowly lowered himself onto her shaft. He felt her tip pressing into him, spreading his lips apart. He had to move around a little to find his entrance, once properly aligned he felt her head sliding deeper into him. She was so big, he felt stretched to the limit. He made a big show of moaning and looking pleased, and although he was forcing himself to act this way, it did align with his feelings. It was just on the border of being painful, but not quite. He continued to lower himself, once past the initial penetration he let it proceed more quickly and he quickly found Jenny's dick buried up to the hilt in his tight slit.

 

He opened his eyes looking down at his girlfriend, her eyes were closed tight, head tilted back and mouth slightly open clearly focusing on the sensations.

 

Has she done this before? Mark wondered? How is this even possible? It didn't matter, he knew that all he needed to do was get through this so she would change him back, then he could get the hell out of here and never come back. He thought he loved her, but who was this person?

 

He began moving up and down in a slow rhythm, feeling her cock sliding in and out. Jenny started bucking her hips in response, thrusting up into him as he came down. Mark's ample tits swayed as he rode her cock.  

 

"Oh yeah. That's the way to do it," Jenny moaned breathlessly. "Faster! Yes! Uhhhnnn.."

 

Did her voice sound deeper?  

 

Now that he was well into fucking Jenny, and she was well into him the anxiety started to reduce a little. The fear of doing it was much worse than actually doing it. In fact he started to notice it actually felt good. He felt full, it came with a certain degree of satisfaction. He experimented with how he positioned himself, finding that if he leaned back a little bit Jenny's member hit the front side of her vagina a bit more firmly and that really started to feel pretty good. He felt the tension building in his own body again, but this time building from a place much deeper in her body than when Jenny ate him out. Instead of the pleasure being focused on his clitoris it felt more spread out through his whole body, reaching up through his stomach and even making his breasts feel more tender. He didn't want to enjoy it. He just wanted to get it over with, but in this too it seemed he didn't have any control of his body's reactions. Sensing the futility in his resistance he decided to give in and go with the moment. He wanted her to believe he was into it after all, actually being into it could only help.

 

He placed a hand on Jennys abs for balance as he rode her harder and faster. Did her abs feel harder? The thought entered the back of her mind at the edge of her consciousness.  His tits, tender with sex flush nipples erect, bounced with with each movement. Jenny reached up and started playing with them, cupping his chest as he fucked her brains out.

 

Did her hands look bigger?  This thought made its way into Mark's attention and he looked back down at Jenny beneath him. She was definitely looking more masculine by the moment. He could almost see the changes happen before his eyes. Her shoulders were wider, her biceps bigger, her abs were ripped.

 

He watched mesmerized as his former girlfriend changed right in front of his eyes, while he fucked her nonetheless. Her breasts shrank away replaced by firm pecs. Her jaw squared off and her hair shrank back into her head.  After a few more moments the person between his legs appeared entirely male.

 

He felt like he should have been more alarmed than he was, but this all happen right on the edge of his own orgasm.  As soon as the thought registered that Jenny was fully male the thought was immediately blasted from his mind as waves of pleasure wracked his body. This feeling was way more intense than his first orgasm from oral, and it blew away any experience he ever had as a man. It was pure ecstasy coursing through every part of his body.  Just as he thought it was over he heard Jenny grunt in a deep voice, her strong hands clamping down on Marks hips and driving her cock as deep into him as she could. Mark's clit rubbed against Jenny’s rock hard abdomen and he felt her cock pulse and dump her hot seed deep within him and he orgasmed all over again.

 

How could anything feel this amazing? He managed to think before all sense was lost from his mind on the second wave of pleasure shooting through every part of his body. As he came back to his senses he thought he had done well. Jenny certainly seemed to have enjoyed herself. Now he could get her to change him back and then get the hell out of here.

 

Reversing

 

"So, you're going..." Mark began to ask.

 

"Shut up, bitch," Jenny said casually. She half pushed and half lifted Mark off of her. Mark felt powerless being handled so casually. It didn't even appear to be much of an effort for her.

 

Jenny rolled off the side of the bed and Mark went to do the same swinging his legs over the other side of the bed, but before he could stand up she was right there again. She flipped Mark over, his face buried in the comforter feet on the floor, bent over the side of the bed.  He felt a strong hand on his back pushing him firmly into the bed. He tried to protest, but his voice was muffled by the blankets. Before he had a chance to struggle he felt Jenny's cock probing his ass.

 

"Just relax," Jenny said in a deep voice. "We're almost done here. You always wanted anal, didnt you?"

 

One more humiliation before I can get this over with. Mark did always want to try anal with her, Jenny had only accepted a couple of times. It was pretty hot though. I can get through this, like she said 'Almost done.'  What choice do I have?

 

The probing lasted only a moment before he felt pressure on his ass. It only lasted for a second. Jenny didn't hesitate and rammed her dick deep in Mark's ass. The pain was intense. It burned furiously and he yelped briefly then bit down into a wad of blankets. Jenny chuckled in response. He squirmed as she started to pump in and out of him, fast and hard. His body rocked as he was pressed into the bed over and over. The initial wave of pain was over and he made an attempt to relax. He put his attention elsewhere as Jenny rode him like a rented mule.  

 

After what seemed like an eternity, he felt Jenny stiffen, give a few extra firm thrusts and dump her load deep in ass. She took her hand off of his back, but Mark didn't move right away not knowing what was going to happen next.  He felt tired and used, afraid to act wondering what Jenny was going to do next. After a few long moments of dreadful anticipation he rolled on to his back. Jenny was pulling on a pair of Mark's jean.

 

"Aren't you going to change me back?" Mark asked.

 

"No," she said dismissively. She threw a pair of her panties at him.  "Get dressed you lazy slut."

 

"Change me back! You said that if I had sex with you, you would change me back," he yelled, afraid of how she would respond, but equally afraid of being stuck.

 

"I lied. I got what I wanted from you," she said. "You can stay if you want. Or go. I don't care. If you stay though you'll have to earn your keep."

 

"You know I can't leave. I don't have so much as a driver’s license. I wouldn't even be able to get a job."

 

"I'm sure with a porn star body like that you could make lots of money."

 

"Change me back! You can't do this to me. You can't steal my life!" Mark begged. Who was this person, did he ever really know Jenny?

 

"Shut up or get out, either way I don't want to hear any more of your shit."

 

"Jenny, change me back. Come on."

 

"This whole relationship has been a shell to steal your gender. You can call me Mark from now on by the way, Jenny."  Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing, she had seemed so honest and he thought she loved him. Had she faked an entire relationship for this? He studied her features trying to figure out how he could be so wrong. She really did look like him, an idealized version of him.

 

"Jenny..." he began.

 

"I told you to call me Mark. If you're not going to leave, go make me a sandwich," she commanded.

 

"Je,  er, Mark, you have to..." His words were cut off as the former Jenny pointed a finger at him and he felt a shock ripple through his skull.


"Sure, Mark. You like roast beef?" the former Mark said as he pulled on a pair of panties. He was trapped inside his body again, unable to control his actions. He observed in horror as he bounded over to his former girlfriend being sure to bounce his perky tits along the way, gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned to make his way down to the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

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