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"Did you know that there is a formal tonight?" My friend Martin asked me. We were at his house. "Yeah," I replied. Of course, I knew. My crush was going to be there, on the arm of some sexy tall guy. Emily was so fucking hot... But I was never able to get close to her.

Martin seemed to see the pain on my face, both of us wanted to go, but neither of us had been able to get a date. "Be my date to the formal," Martin said, almost out of nowhere. "I didn't know you were gay," I replied, slightly shocked.

"No!" Martin replied, "I'm as straight as a stick, Brian, you know that." I gave him a confused look. "Then why?" I asked. "See this," Martin held up a syringe. It had a bubbly pink liquid in it. "This will temporarily turn someone into a girl," he explained.

"That's bullshit," I said. "It isn't," Martin replied. "We can help each other here. As my date, you'd be able to get close to Emily," Martin explained. "And what do you get out of it?" I asked skeptically.

"I get a date for the night. It's a win-win. So are you up?" Martin asked, gesturing towards me with the syringe. I took a second to think, then made up my mind. "Fine. Not like it is going to work anyway," I said.

Martin walked towards me, stabbing his syringe into my arm. I felt the pink liquid pour into my bloodstream as a warm fuzzy feeling spread all over my body. My limbs felt weak, and I collapsed haphazardly onto Martin's bed.

Suddenly, I felt hot. It was like my skin was boiling. I tore my clothes off instinctively, exposing my bare body in the middle of a radical transformation.

Two mounds were halfway through forming on my chest. I felt my hair change from blonde to brown as it grew to my shoulders. My bones cracked as my figure changed from something bulky and masculine to slender and feminine.

I felt my butt swell beneath me as my new breasts continued to grow. My thighs expanded around my dick as it was sucked back into my body. It got smaller and smaller until it was nothing more than a small nub at the top of my new vagina.

As the transformation ended, I began to pant deeply. "Fuck, that was painful," I groaned, surprised to hear how feminine and high-pitched my voice was.

I suddenly felt Martin's eyes rest on my naked body. He had the look of a starving wolf that had just found dinner. "You're beautiful," He breathed. I threw the sheet over myself. We both blushed deep shades of red.

"I'm sorry," Martin said, looking away. "I don't know what came over me." I stared into the back of his head in frustration. "Just so you know, you aren't getting any of this," I said, shuddering at the thought. "I know," Martin sighed.

Despite what I had just said to Martin, something deep down called me to serve him, to obey his every word and command. I wanted him to do... Things to me. Things that friends shouldn't do to each other.

"Just so you know, if you stay in that body too long, you could lose yourself," Martin said grimly, "I've heard that pleasure accelerates the process."

"I'll get you some clothes," Martin said, leaving me alone in his bedroom. I briefly considered my new body, resisting any attempts to 'explore' it. I was only like this so I could talk to Emily at the formal. Anything else was dangerous.

Martin returned with a set of lingerie and a fancy dress. I didn't ask him where he got it from. I didn't want to know. Putting the clothes down, he left the room again, giving me the privacy to get changed.

Tentatively, I got out of bed and walked to a nearby mirror. Martin was right; I was beautiful. My slender curves were complimented by my busty tits and curvy ass. Even my new vagina had beauty to it.

It took everything I had to not begin masturbating then and there. Instead, I got changed into my new clothes for the formal. They fitted perfectly to my new frame. It was nice to cover up and have some support for my new breasts.

"If anyone asks who you are, just tell them your name is Chloe, and you are here as my date," Martin said. "Fine," I grumbled, "Did these things have to be so big?" I asked, gesturing to my busty chest. Martin just laughed.

Soon after we got to the formal, Martin and I parted ways. I had had enough of his perviness for one day. I asked people where Emily was, but no one seemed to know. Maybe she didn't even come? Then this whole parade would be a complete waste.

"You've been looking for me?" I turned around to see Emily's beautiful face staring back at me; she looked puzzled. Where was her partner? I wondered.

"Uhm, I-" I stumbled with my words; Emily was even more beautiful up close. She giggled softly. "It's alright. Come with me. I know a place we can talk privately." Suddenly I was taken by the hand and was lead off the dancefloor and into a nearby broom closet.

"It's fine. No one ever comes here," Emily explained as she closed the door behind her. She seemed to find the startled look quite amusing. "I haven't seen you around here before," Emily said, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

"I'm Chloe," I mumbled. "Well, I have to say, Chloe, you're cute. Just my type..." Emily whispered, stroking my cheek seductively. I let out a rasped breath, blushing a deep color of red. "Am I embarrassing you?" Emily teased, reaching a hand down my bra, beginning to stimulate my sensitive nipples.

A moan escaped my lips as Emily began to rub both my tits. She pushed me up against the wall, her body against mine. "Does that feel good?" Emily asked; my pussy throbbed. I could feel liquid dripping from my thighs.

"Soooo good," I moaned, hardly able to speak. Emily pushed one of her hands down my panties, evoking a loud moan as she pressed her fingers into my vaginal folds. "That's it, babe. Now, why don't you cum for me," Emily whispered as she fingered me harder and harder.

Suddenly, I felt an earth-shattering orgasm. I fell into Emily's arms, my legs giving out as waves of pleasure blanketed my body.

"Won't... Your partner... Be mad?" I panted. "He can't be mad about something he doesn't know about," Emily said. A glimmer in her eye made it clear this wasn't the first time she had made another woman cum.

I awkwardly cleaned myself up and put my dress back on. The formal was just wrapping up when I reentered the dancefloor. "Had a good time?" Martin asked. He had a knowing look on his face. But how could he know?

"Let's just get back to your place so we can turn me back," I said. "Whatever you say," Martin replied. He looked happy, too happy.

We got back to his place in the dead of night. He brought me back into his room. "When does the transformation wear off?" I asked. "When you wake up tomorrow morning, you should be in your old body," Martin said.

I gave him a puzzled look. "Should be?" I asked. "It'll only happen if you let it," Martin explained. "But unfortunately for you, that won't be happening."

"What?" I asked, confused. Of course, I'd let myself revert to my old body. "You see, I warned you that you risked losing yourself if you succumbed to the desires of the flesh while in that body. By now, it is already too late for you."

"That's bullshit!" I cried. "I'm fine!" Martin smirked. "Take off your clothes; let me see that incredible body of yours," He commanded.

His words seemed to pierce my brain. The voice that had been dormant all night welled up in my head. Obey. I had to obey. "N- no," I whispered, horrified. My hands moved quickly and without my control. Within a minute, I was completely naked.

As Martin surveyed my gorgeous body. I realized that my mind was changing in other ways too. It wasn't just my imagination, I wanted him, and I wanted him bad.

The idea of Martin penetrating my tight pussy... The thoughts were overwhelming. Martin watched my erect nipples perk up, the deep blush on my face. "Do I make you horny?" He asked.

I tried to tell him, no, to spite him. "Yes," I groaned, unable to resist telling my master the truth. He pulled down his trousers, revealing his fully erect dick.

My eyes widened, my vagina twitched, and I took a deep breath. I felt Martin's body press against mine, his dick brushing my ass. I moaned as he began to massage my breasts.

"Spread your legs," Martin whispered. I obliged him, barely resisting his commands as passion once again overtook my brain. I felt his dick slide between my two large thighs, causing me to shudder. He held it against my vaginal folds, teasing me. "Beg for it," He whispered, stimulating my tits even more.

"Please, master," I moaned. "Penetrate me!" I felt his dick press into my pussy. Heat filled my body as wet, squelching noises filled the room. I wanted Martin to fill me up... I felt the back and forth pleasure as his shaft was shoved deep inside me. Soon I felt myself orgasming. "That's it Chloe, you're mine now." Martin whispered. "Yes," I panted, "I'm yours."

Thanks for reading! I'm looking for feedback on all my stories, so comments would be appreciated. I'm always open to requests or rp ideas as well.

Description
This is an original story by me. Hope you like it!

"Did you know that there is a formal tonight?" My friend Martin asked me. We were at his house. "Yeah," I replied. Of course, I knew. My crush was going to be there, on the arm of some sexy tall guy. Emily was so fucking hot... But I was never able to get close to her.

Martin seemed to see the pain on my face, both of us wanted to go, but neither of us had been able to get a date. "Be my date to the formal," Martin said, almost out of nowhere. "I didn't know you were gay," I replied, slightly shocked.

"No!" Martin replied, "I'm as straight as a stick, Brian, you know that." I gave him a confused look. "Then why?" I asked. "See this," Martin held up a syringe. It had a bubbly pink liquid in it. "This will temporarily turn someone into a girl," he explained.

"That's bullshit," I said. "It isn't," Martin replied. "We can help each other here. As my date, you'd be able to get close to Emily," Martin explained. "And what do you get out of it?" I asked skeptically.

"I get a date for the night. It's a win-win. So are you up?" Martin asked, gesturing towards me with the syringe. I took a second to think, then made up my mind. "Fine. Not like it is going to work anyway," I said.

Martin walked towards me, stabbing his syringe into my arm. I felt the pink liquid pour into my bloodstream as a warm fuzzy feeling spread all over my body. My limbs felt weak, and I collapsed haphazardly onto Martin's bed.

Suddenly, I felt hot. It was like my skin was boiling. I tore my clothes off instinctively, exposing my bare body in the middle of a radical transformation.

Two mounds were halfway through forming on my chest. I felt my hair change from blonde to brown as it grew to my shoulders. My bones cracked as my figure changed from something bulky and masculine to slender and feminine.

I felt my butt swell beneath me as my new breasts continued to grow. My thighs expanded around my dick as it was sucked back into my body. It got smaller and smaller until it was nothing more than a small nub at the top of my new vagina.

As the transformation ended, I began to pant deeply. "Fuck, that was painful," I groaned, surprised to hear how feminine and high-pitched my voice was.

I suddenly felt Martin's eyes rest on my naked body. He had the look of a starving wolf that had just found dinner. "You're beautiful," He breathed. I threw the sheet over myself. We both blushed deep shades of red.

"I'm sorry," Martin said, looking away. "I don't know what came over me." I stared into the back of his head in frustration. "Just so you know, you aren't getting any of this," I said, shuddering at the thought. "I know," Martin sighed.

Despite what I had just said to Martin, something deep down called me to serve him, to obey his every word and command. I wanted him to do... Things to me. Things that friends shouldn't do to each other.

"Just so you know, if you stay in that body too long, you could lose yourself," Martin said grimly, "I've heard that pleasure accelerates the process."

"I'll get you some clothes," Martin said, leaving me alone in his bedroom. I briefly considered my new body, resisting any attempts to 'explore' it. I was only like this so I could talk to Emily at the formal. Anything else was dangerous.

Martin returned with a set of lingerie and a fancy dress. I didn't ask him where he got it from. I didn't want to know. Putting the clothes down, he left the room again, giving me the privacy to get changed.

Tentatively, I got out of bed and walked to a nearby mirror. Martin was right; I was beautiful. My slender curves were complimented by my busty tits and curvy ass. Even my new vagina had beauty to it.

It took everything I had to not begin masturbating then and there. Instead, I got changed into my new clothes for the formal. They fitted perfectly to my new frame. It was nice to cover up and have some support for my new breasts.

"If anyone asks who you are, just tell them your name is Chloe, and you are here as my date," Martin said. "Fine," I grumbled, "Did these things have to be so big?" I asked, gesturing to my busty chest. Martin just laughed.

Soon after we got to the formal, Martin and I parted ways. I had had enough of his perviness for one day. I asked people where Emily was, but no one seemed to know. Maybe she didn't even come? Then this whole parade would be a complete waste.

"You've been looking for me?" I turned around to see Emily's beautiful face staring back at me; she looked puzzled. Where was her partner? I wondered.

"Uhm, I-" I stumbled with my words; Emily was even more beautiful up close. She giggled softly. "It's alright. Come with me. I know a place we can talk privately." Suddenly I was taken by the hand and was lead off the dancefloor and into a nearby broom closet.

"It's fine. No one ever comes here," Emily explained as she closed the door behind her. She seemed to find the startled look quite amusing. "I haven't seen you around here before," Emily said, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

"I'm Chloe," I mumbled. "Well, I have to say, Chloe, you're cute. Just my type..." Emily whispered, stroking my cheek seductively. I let out a rasped breath, blushing a deep color of red. "Am I embarrassing you?" Emily teased, reaching a hand down my bra, beginning to stimulate my sensitive nipples.

A moan escaped my lips as Emily began to rub both my tits. She pushed me up against the wall, her body against mine. "Does that feel good?" Emily asked; my pussy throbbed. I could feel liquid dripping from my thighs.

"Soooo good," I moaned, hardly able to speak. Emily pushed one of her hands down my panties, evoking a loud moan as she pressed her fingers into my vaginal folds. "That's it, babe. Now, why don't you cum for me," Emily whispered as she fingered me harder and harder.

Suddenly, I felt an earth-shattering orgasm. I fell into Emily's arms, my legs giving out as waves of pleasure blanketed my body.

"Won't... Your partner... Be mad?" I panted. "He can't be mad about something he doesn't know about," Emily said. A glimmer in her eye made it clear this wasn't the first time she had made another woman cum.

I awkwardly cleaned myself up and put my dress back on. The formal was just wrapping up when I reentered the dancefloor. "Had a good time?" Martin asked. He had a knowing look on his face. But how could he know?

"Let's just get back to your place so we can turn me back," I said. "Whatever you say," Martin replied. He looked happy, too happy.

We got back to his place in the dead of night. He brought me back into his room. "When does the transformation wear off?" I asked. "When you wake up tomorrow morning, you should be in your old body," Martin said.

I gave him a puzzled look. "Should be?" I asked. "It'll only happen if you let it," Martin explained. "But unfortunately for you, that won't be happening."

"What?" I asked, confused. Of course, I'd let myself revert to my old body. "You see, I warned you that you risked losing yourself if you succumbed to the desires of the flesh while in that body. By now, it is already too late for you."

"That's bullshit!" I cried. "I'm fine!" Martin smirked. "Take off your clothes; let me see that incredible body of yours," He commanded.

His words seemed to pierce my brain. The voice that had been dormant all night welled up in my head. Obey. I had to obey. "N- no," I whispered, horrified. My hands moved quickly and without my control. Within a minute, I was completely naked.

As Martin surveyed my gorgeous body. I realized that my mind was changing in other ways too. It wasn't just my imagination, I wanted him, and I wanted him bad.

The idea of Martin penetrating my tight pussy... The thoughts were overwhelming. Martin watched my erect nipples perk up, the deep blush on my face. "Do I make you horny?" He asked.

I tried to tell him, no, to spite him. "Yes," I groaned, unable to resist telling my master the truth. He pulled down his trousers, revealing his fully erect dick.

My eyes widened, my vagina twitched, and I took a deep breath. I felt Martin's body press against mine, his dick brushing my ass. I moaned as he began to massage my breasts.

"Spread your legs," Martin whispered. I obliged him, barely resisting his commands as passion once again overtook my brain. I felt his dick slide between my two large thighs, causing me to shudder. He held it against my vaginal folds, teasing me. "Beg for it," He whispered, stimulating my tits even more.

"Please, master," I moaned. "Penetrate me!" I felt his dick press into my pussy. Heat filled my body as wet, squelching noises filled the room. I wanted Martin to fill me up... I felt the back and forth pleasure as his shaft was shoved deep inside me. Soon I felt myself orgasming. "That's it Chloe, you're mine now." Martin whispered. "Yes," I panted, "I'm yours."

Thanks for reading! I'm looking for feedback on all my stories, so comments would be appreciated. I'm always open to requests or rp ideas as well.