Jake has always been a bit of a womanizer, but finds himself over his head when he crosses Andrea - an old fling he had a one night stand with - and wakes up gagged and bound to a bed in her basement. Worse, to his horror, he finds that he is now a woman! Andrea's revenge is only beginning when she reveals the assortment of toys to the bound and changed man - and it only gets worse from there!
This story is intended for mature audiences only and features scenes of gender transformation, light BDSM, reluctant toy play, gender swap sex, and is 5700+ words in length.
When I awoke, my whole body ached and my muscles burned, like I’d just done a marathon game of twister for the last thirty-six hours straight. I tried to shout for help, tried to roll over, but found myself unable to move. Something rubbery was pressed into my mouth, and I could feel straps digging into my wrists and ankles, pulling my limbs taut and splaying me wide.
“I can’t believe you didn’t remember me,” the redhead said from beside me. She leaned in over my face, peering down at me and giving me a scornful little shake of her head. “We hooked up about six months ago. You never called me back.”
She reached out and grabbed me jaw, and I could just barely make out that something large was stuffed into my mouth and strapped around my head, stretching my jaw apart rather uncomfortably. I tried to speak, but it came out muffled. Higher pitched, too.
“Twice, actually. I ran into you about three months ago, and you didn’t remember me then,” she said. “Didn’t even remember my name. Andrea. It’s Andrea.”
Andrea leaned in close until her lips were nearly brushing my ear. “I didn’t think this would work. There was more in that drink than a sedative, Jake. Something that took me a lot to get ahold of. A powerful drug that’s changed you. Changed your body into something more suitable for my lesson. Don’t worry, it’s not permanent.” She pushed my face away and rose. “Unfortunately.”
I blinked and frowned. Changed my body? My eyes tried to look past the gag in my mouth, but my head could barely move in the restraints that held me fast to the bed. Bands pulled at my limbs as I struggled to peer at my supine form, and my neck screamed as I pulled at my bonds. I struggled and strained and... blinked as I saw the unmistakable swell of breasts beneath my shirt.
No way. No freaking way. That... that wasn’t possible, right? Panic wrenched at my gut, twisting at my insides. I tore at my bonds again in a sudden blind frenzy. This wasn’t real. Whatever Andrea had put in my drink had made me hallucinate. I was passed out on that bed in her basement, dreaming all sorts of crazy crap...
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