Hung for a Day (Gender Swap Feminization Erotica)
Suzie's gotten a prescription for a wonderful and experimental new drug - one that turns her into a guy for a single day. She decides she wants the full experience, and sets her sights on Debra, her best friend. Sparks - and clothes - fly as she transforms into a hunky guy and enters into a totally new world of lust and pleasure. More
Suzie's gotten a prescription for a wonderful and experimental new drug - one that turns her into a guy for a single day. She decides she wants the full experience, and sets her sights on Debra, her best friend. Sparks - and clothes - fly as she transforms into a hunky guy and enters into a totally new world of lust and pleasure.
This story is intended for mature audiences only and features scenes of gender swap, masturbation, oral and gender change sex, and is 3300+ words in length.
“Okay, then,” I said, staring at my palm. “Here goes nothing.”
I flung the pills into my mouth and rinsed them down with a bit of tap water. Surprisingly, they were sweet, and I had a sudden fear of being given placebos. I pushed the fear away, replaced the cap and stuffed the bottle back into my pocket.
I planted my hands on either side of the sink and stared at the mirror, eager excitement coursing through me. I couldn’t wait to see how this would play out. When I’d first heard about the pills, I’d been incredulous of course, but having seen a friend of mine take them, seen what they could do... well, I had to give them a try. I’d been consumed with the thought of it since then, and tonight was the night. But, it wasn’t enough to just take the pills. I had to experience everything the change had to offer.
That’s where Deb came in.
I gasped as heat blossomed in my stomach, rolling out through my arms and legs. It was pleasant, like sipping at perfect temperature hot chocolate on a frigid winter day, coursing through me in time with my frantic beating heart. I held up my hands, watching them tremble with wide eyes as I could feel the change pumping through me.
My muscles shuddered and ripples. My gasp rolled out of me, and my voice grew deeper. Richer. Fuller. My arms grew tanned and strong, thick and ropey muscles of a bodybuilder suddenly blossoming under the t-shirt I wore, stretching it across my frame. My breasts seemed to deflate. My hips deflated. I could feel my skin shift and ripple, twisting like melting butter across my body. I tore up my shirt with twitching fingers, and saw my once toned stomach rippling and settling into an impressive set of abs.
I stared at the new and unfamiliar visage in the mirror a moment later. A face that should have been on magazine covers or billboards smiled back at me, charming and disarming at the same time. I reached up with tentative fingers and touched at my face. The mirror man did the same. My eyes went wide.
I was a man.