Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2003 16:42:39 -0700 From: Mel . Subject: TG: The Pills The Pills (c) 2003 Stephanie Andersen Please email me at sub_stance14@hotmail.com with your comments. I love to hear from you and always write back!! Thanks!! My name is Steve. Anne is my girlfriend of five years. We're deeply in love, and have lived together for well over a year. We're both fairly kinky in bed, and love to experiment with different things. I've been her master, she's been my mistress, we've played with toys, and we've made love in various public places among other things. Life's been good to us, and I've even thought about proposing to her, maybe even having children with her. We've been very lucky together, having won $165 million in the national lottery, the biggest jackpot ever (in my country, the government doesn't tax lottery winnings, so it was all ours). Neither of us ever had to worry about working again for the rest of our lives. It was all about rest, relaxation and sex. Through a trusted friend of mine who has contacts on the black market, I was able to procure 2 sets of pills. These were rare, and I was willing to pay $400,000 for them. These pills, if they worked, would be more than worth it. They had the power to make changes to your body on the chromosomal level - the first pill in the set would reverse your gender, and the second would revert you back to your previous state. The changes would be absolute. Your body would be totally changed, including reproductive systems and sexual preferences. Pretty kinky, if you ask me. If the pills do their job, Anne and I would be able to change genders 100 times each. If the pills don't do their job, I wasted $400,000 which is only a few months' interest on our fortune. I took the pills home, and showed them to Anne. She was very excited about the idea - apparently she though it would be great to stand up to pee. I had other reasons for liking the ideas, but whatever works, right? The pills took 12 hours to do their work, and they would sedate us so we wouldn't feel any pain. We had a nice supper, made love and popped the pills. Within a few minutes, everything went black. I woke up feeling like I'd had the best night's sleep in a long time. I instinctively rolled over and put my arm around Anne. Except something wasn't right. She was bigger. And I was smaller. Much smaller. Please realize that I'm not a morning person, so it took a minute for everything to register. Then it all came flooding back: the pill. I sat up and I felt different. I had breasts. I pulled the sheets off the bed and my penis was missing. In its place was a mound of hair. I cautiously touched it, and it felt like a vagina...and it felt nice. With the exception of my legs, armpits and crotch, I was hairless. I looked over at Anne, who was now about 6 inches taller, hairier and had a rather large penis, a penis I'd love to have inside of me. Whoa! What was I thinking? Why did the though of sucking on that penis turn me on so much? Anyway, Anne had already woken up and was impressed with her new penis. She ran to the bathroom and cheered when she stood up to pee. I don't get it either, I was never * that * happy to take a leak. Which suddenly I had to do as well. I ran to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet until Anne laughed at me. "You have to sit now sweetie!" So I did, which amused the living hell out of Anne. "I've always wanted to see you do that! Nice tits, by the way!" I realized that I was exposed, and put my arm around my chest and told her (him?) to get the hell out of the bathroom! I finished my business and wiped my new organ in the same was I've seen Anne do countless times before. I got up and went back to the bed, where I saw Anne masturbating. "I've always wanted to try that, honey!" I can't say what came over me, but I had to suck on that cock. It had to have been at least eight inches long - at least two inches longer than my own. "Mmm, let me help you with that big boy," I said, to which Anne laughed. I crawled over to him (we're gonna stick with accurate pronouns for the rest of this story) and leaned closer towards his cock. It smelled so good, and I stuck it in my mouth. I licked and slurped all over it like I had eaten in weeks. Anne was enjoying it - hearing her moan with such a deep voice was kinda cool. I was almost deep throating it when Anne took my face and told me to lie down on my back. I did as he told me, and spread my legs like it was a natural thing to do. Anne leaned over top of me, kissed me deeply and inserted his cock into my moist hole. I screamed, but not out of pain. It felt so, so good. I don't know how Anne knew what to do, but he was good at this. Within minutes I was having the most intense orgasm of my life....and a second one. Anne finally came inside of me, and we both passed out in a glow of pure bliss. Eventually we both woke up, and had some practical issues to deal with. Anne's new body was about the same size as my old one (about 5'10", 155lbs), so he could fit into all of my clothes. I, however, was a few inches shorter than Anne used to be (I was no 5'2" and maybe 100lbs). This meant I had nothing to wear. Anne took some measurements on me (34 27 34) and went out to buy some clothes for me. In the meantime, I decided to take a bath. Soaking in the tub, I decided I should shave. I took my beard trimmer, and shortened all the hair below my neck. I shaved my pits and legs. Anne was right to complain - it's annoying. I couldn't imagine having to do it every couple of days. I was also curious as to what lay beneath my new patch of hair, so I shaved down there too. A mirror showed me my new folds. They looked like Anne's, but they were mind. Quite the mind fuck. Anne came home and showed me my new articles of clothing. It turns out he had a sense of humour - my consistent urging of her to wear sexy clothes had just come back to bite me in the ass. My temporary wardrobe consisted of a thong, a sheer bra, low cut jeans, a miniskirt, heeled sandals, and a tank top. Thanks, Anne. To top it off though, he bought me the skimpiest bikini I'd ever seen. I wouldn't even ask her to wear that, though it would've been nice to see. Before I got dressed, however, Anne felt the need to use his penis again and took me from behind like an animal. To this day that was probably one of the best fucks we'd ever had. I eventually got dressed and went to the mall to round out my wardrobe. I felt so self conscious not because I thought people were staring at my new body (hell, I would've been) but because I knew they were. By the end of the afternoon I'd bought myself some jeans, shirts, normal panties, a couple sundresses and normal shoes. I also picked up some makeup, which the girl at the Body Shop was kind enough to show me how to use (I explained I'd never used makeup before, but wanted to be more feminine - which was the truth). When I returned home, Anne and I made some supper and rented a scary movie. Strange to say, but I felt safe in his arms. We ended up fucking one more time before we went to bed. Having sex from a female perspective was something I was getting used to. We spent about two months exploring our new bodies and each other. I was enjoying this more than I had ever thought possible. Sitting to pee wasn't too bad, and the sex was great. Having my period wasn't the best, but I got used to tampons fairly quickly. Anne liked not having to deal with periods, makeup or shaving all the time. He liked having a guaranteed orgasm whenever we had sex or he had ten minutes to jerk off! Our sex life turn a serious turn for the kinkier. I was becoming Anne's slave. I took great pleasure in serving him and having him make all decisions for me. In the house, I was not permitted to wear any clothes except for six inch spiked heels and a collar around my neck. Anne took me whenever he felt the need, and I was powerless to stop him. If I talked out of turn, I wore a ball gag. To be punished, I would spend time in a cage blindfolded. I felt so small and powerless, and I loved it. Eventually we had a serious conversation about our future. Anne liked being a man, and I liked being a woman. After a brief gender switch and a switch back, we had one pill left each. If we ever took the pills, we'd be powerless to return to the bodies we wanted. So, we decided to take the plunge - the pills went down the toilet. It was permanent now. Anne became Andrew, and I became Stephanie. Being wealthy made it easy to change our legal identities without any questions asked. I love my new life. I didn't know it, but I was meant to be a woman. I've had some great experiences, including a couple threesomes and a gangbang. Maybe I'm a slut, maybe I'm just adventurous. Either way, I love being a woman and regret nothing. But, I've got to run. Master wants me to suck him off - it's time for my breakfast.