Living as a prostitute on the streets, the Evan Jacobs that the world knew is long gone, replaced by a beautiful woman with no name and no identity, kicked out by a conspiring wife. It all started one evening, finding a suitcase that was unlike any other. Inside, the clothes could change people in ways nobody could imagine. Now alone, Evan wishes he could get his manhood back. Or does he? More
Length: 14,500 words.
This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes of sex, including detailed scenes of gender transformations, shemales, partial transformations, genital swaps, mental changes, female-to-male changes, and detailed sex between changed people. For mature audiences only.
"Vicky! What are you doing?" I was too shocked to look at her, and turned around, unable to get the image of her with that strap-on out of my head. "Why are you wearing that thing?"
"I just wanted to see if it fit me," she giggled. She never giggled. But then, I heard her gasp, and perhaps hold back a scream. "Evan? I think something is happening." Her voice trailed off, and I assumed she was trying to tempt me to turn around again, but I was not playing that game. "It's...gone."
"What's gone?" She seemed legitimately frightened.
"Look!" I felt her hand grab my shoulder, and I turned around. My gaze saw the familiar face of my wife, with a look of shock on her eyes and mouth. She was looking down, and I followed her stares. Beyond her thin neck, and past the fragile shoulders of the girl I knew from high school, I continued farther down. Beneath her breasts, and just underneath the hem of her shirt, was something out of the ordinary. At first, I thought it was just an illusion in the light, or perhaps a limb I didn't see causing it. But no, my mind confirmed that it was real after I stared at it a few seconds more. There were no straps, or shining leather anymore around her waist. There was no plastic either. It was the same size, and a match for her creamy skin tone. And it was throbbing.