Transfigure by Tango

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Transfigure By Tango <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylorroux.jpg" class="center"> Which Roux will //YOU// be? Transfigure: verb - transform into something more beautiful or elevated. Transfigure: is an adult interactive fiction (text based) browser game focusing on the male to female transformation of its main character, Taylor Roux. The story caters to a variety of subjects and tastes. The game is about 700,000 words long and has over a hundred envisioned endings with dozens currently in game. Routes range from romantic and frisky, to displays of downright hedonistic debauchery and submission. Some content and themes include FF, MF, involuntary M2F transformation, voluntary decisions, blackmail, corruption, best friends, maid and nurse fetish, impersonation, impregnation, a variety of standard erotic fair (hj, bj, sex etc). The main plot focuses on Taylor's quest to find out the mystery behind his transformation and a way to return to his original body. How seriously he takes the mission is up to you. There is a lot going on in the background and so it will take multiple play throughs to unravel the main story and meet all of the characters. Each of the in game romances are unique and have wildly different themes and relationship dynamics and motivators and they each will have several different ends. The various story lines involve everything from strange experiments and mad science gone awry to interplay between the many distinct characters and factions, escalating all the way to elaborate global conspiracies and powerful competing interests, including other topics that never make their way into a normal porn game. (This is not a normal porn game.) There is heart touching romance all the way to rape. There are spy missions and will be assassinations and explosions. Some people will die and unusual circumstances will be experienced... all while Taylor is trapped in an unfamiliar body that seems to inexplicably fan arousal in those around him. This is a story about choices and their consequences, transformation, and transfiguration. Will Taylor make it out alive and with his mind intact? Some upfront warnings: This is an adult game. There is humiliation, disturbing content, and drug use in some routes. Taylor Roux also has a notorious potty mouth, so if that bothers you, steer clear. Note: All characters, places, and events in this story are completely fictional. All characters participating in sexual acts are over 18. Please enjoy the tale of Mr. Roux! [[I am at least 18 years of age and would like to begin the story]] [[Patron Quickjump Menu|Quickjump Menu]] [[Transfigure Alternative bonus story by Lucia87 (edits by Tango)|Brush off Julie’s concerns.]] *Note: sound is enabled by default in this section for story purposes. [[Endings Completed]] Ending Tracker! 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Please support me on Patreon or Subscribestar to help development. Thank you to all my past, present, and future patrons! If you have some copyright issue on one of the pictures, a bug, or a typo fix let me know at fictionbytango@gmail.com. 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Transfigure By Tango During a typical autumn morning before class, you stifle a yawn as you scroll through several web pages. Pornographic images flit by on your screen but you keep scrolling, searching for something exceptionally titillating.Eventually you find what you are looking for: a particularly erotic video of a young blonde woman masturbating. She is stunningly beautiful and the way she strokes herself and moans in pleasure turns you on immensely.<video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/transfigureblonde.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video>You begin to masturbate, seeking your own pleasure, stroking yourself faster and faster until you are near your breaking point. Just as you are about to cum, a popup appears and covers the whole screen.“Fuck!” you curse as you frantically sit up and close the window. You have multiple ad blocking programs and a script blocker but you notice that somehow as of late the ads seem to keep evolving and more and more of the blasted things seem to plague your eyes every day.With a glance at your computer’s clock, you silently curse again. You have class soon and know you have to hurry, otherwise your fap window will be closed until the evening, or god forbid, put off until tomorrow. A new semester of university has just started and you don’t want to slack off for at least another couple weeks. This made personal, alone time quite precious. A young man in your position must sleep, eat, and take his momentary pleasures whenever there was an opportunity, lest they [[pass by completely.]] <<set $start to true>>

You stand and shake out your short, slender limbs as you pace about your room. Your room isn’t huge but it it is comfortable. Game and anime posters cover the walls and in the corner sits your PC and gaming lair. You currently live with your sister Julie in a small house owned by your parents. It isn’t anything fancy but you are glad for the cheap rent and great location, located near the university you both attend while also close to amenities like a grocery store and large strip of prominent bars and nightclubs. This makes stumbling home late at night very easy and probably encouraged a few more late nights than you were used to during the summer.With your PC’s black screen silently taunting you, you glance at a nearby clock and curse again. “Shit!” //Class in 15...I will have to run!// You think as you quickly lock up and dash out of the house, still lamenting your ruined fap session and aching, blue balls.You head towards campus, jogging down the sidewalk towards the towering buildings in the distance.On the way to class you notice a distinctive flash of bright red hair. You look over and watch with rapture as <<popup "Samantha" "Sam desc">>, a gorgeous, freckled bombshell and object of your affections for years, jogs through a nearby park. //She is sooo hot!// You feel a tightness in your pants and a longing in your heart as you stare at her. Samantha is your ideal woman in every conceivable way. She's smart //and// pretty. Too bad all you can do is look, for every time you try to speak with her in person turns into a comedic disaster. You lose yourself in Sam's bouncing bosom just long enough to almost get accidently hit by a car.[[Head on to campus]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evan.jpg" class="center"> Evan has been one of your friends for as long as you can remember, he grew up a few houses down from you and you two spent a lot of time outdoors going on various random adventures. Evan is tall and skinny, with a mop of dark hair he likes to keep trimmed short. He is usually friendly, although not exactly known for his charisma. He is also more than a bit of a perv. While not much of an athlete, he usually spends a lot of time watching and playing sports as well as sport themed games. [[Drew...]]

You sigh and give Mitch a look of pity, ignoring him as best you can as you try to walk by.He slings some unoriginal insult your way but his words fall on deaf ears. [[Go to class]]

You look at Mitch and shake your head sadly as if he was a child throwing a tantrum. You walk by, pretending to ignore him until the last second you reach into your backpack and grab hold of an eraser. With one fluid motion, you whip the projectile at Mitch's face. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/eraser.jpg" data-raw="" class="center"> Mitch looks up at the last moment, only to have the thick chunk of eraser ricochet off his head with a loud //thwack//, before it bounces off his brow and hits the floor. Many of the students waiting for the doors to open laugh at Mitch. The last thing you see before slipping inside is his malevolent, black-eyed stare, silently vowing revenge.[[Go to class]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/class.jpg" data-raw="" class="center"> You take your seat in between Evan and Drew. You give each a nod and a grin as you sit down.“That Mitch guy is such a dick,” Evan observes.“Yep,” you absently agree as you remove a pen and paper from your pack and prepare for class.“Hey Taylor,” Drew interjects. “How are you today? You look a little rough around the edges,” he opines.“Yeah, I was--ah, nevermind it isn’t worth getting angry over. I was just a little behind schedule is all.”Seemingly satisfied with your response, Drew nods. “What level did you get to?” he asks you.“Fifty-two,” you answer with a laugh, eager to be on a different topic. You and Drew have played games together for as long back as you can remember. You have long ago lost count of the titles crushed beneath your merciless combined skills.As class begins, Drew stops speaking and rigidly faces forward.[[Look at your professor]]

The explosions from //World War Ten// ripple across the on screen battlefield. Your aggressive assaults down the center through a narrow canyon have placed Drew on the back foot but he is a crafty opponent that you are aware you should not underestimate.Just as your drone fleet is about to shatter his last line of defense, he calls in some stupid “orbital strike” bullshit right into the middle of your advancing troops. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/orbital.jpg" data-raw="" class="center"> “That is fucking gay!” you howl in frustration as all hope of victory crumbles away in a beam of azure iridescent space-fire. [[Complain about how gay the game's shitty mechanics are]]

You decide to go with Evan and play some soccer, hoping the exercise will dull your frustrations. After a quick warm up jog to the fields, you and Evan arrive ready to play. Jimmy, a notable figure at campus parties, along with a few other students are already playing soccer on the field when you arrive. There isn’t quite enough of you for a full game, but you and Evan soon join the fray and have a blast running around and chasing the ball. You feel a bit like a dog playing fetch as you run back and forth, but soon find yourself having more fun than you expected. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ball.png" data-raw=""> Evan shoots you the soccer ball and you stop it with the side of your foot. Just as you go to shoot it back to him, you suddenly feel a crippling pain in your stomach and you nearly miss the kick. You double over in pain. Evan looks concerned and runs over to you. “You okay, Taylor? You don’t look so good.” [[Try and steady yourself]]

You decide to stay on Campus.“Sorry guys. I have a few things to catch up on. No games until I study,” you tell Evan and Drew.It is still too early to slack off in your estimation. You wave at your friends as they awkwardly avoid looking at each other and depart in opposite directions. Soon you find a quiet spot in the nearby atrium and flip open a textbook. After about an hour of studying, you happen to look up and notice a beautiful blonde girl slip into Mr. Deter’s lecture hall. You thought that was sort of unusual. *It should be empty at this hour.* Mr. Deter wasn’t the sort to go out of his way to help students either, at least not without wanting something in return. You hope nothing bad is happening to the girl, not that you have any reason to be concerned aside from Mr. Deter being a huge creep in general. You recall him giving a lecture about the “psychology of biology,” a class with several sexist conclusions. Although backed with a lot of scientific evidence, you found such reductions to be oversimplifications. Surely humans were better than mindless rutting animals.After another few minutes you find your attention slipping off the page as you read it, forcing you to reread a sentence several times. You stand up and stretch out your limbs, feeling surprisingly stiff and sore for a couchpotato. Even your hands seem to ache lately. You idly hope you don’t have carpal tunnel or some bizarre early onset arthritis. As you work out a knot in your arm, you happen to spot Mitch through a window as he sneaks by. You watch him move around outside, amazed at how shady he looked, shooting constant paranoid glances in all directions. You make an internal bet that he is high on something. *I wonder how the fuck he hasn’t been expelled or arrested….* You move and stand by the window as Mitch ducks behind a tree and turns in your direction. Mitch notices you and his bloodshot eyes flash. He mouths the words, “fuck you,” before disappearing around the corner.After a moment you decide to: [[Continue studying]] [[Follow the blonde]] [[Follow Mitch]]

You have better things to do today than talk to your loser friends. You ditch them and head home to fap. Yet, somewhere about the halfway point home, you suddenly feel sick to your stomach. You pause on the edge of the sidewalk hoping the pain will fade but it only worsens and spreads throughout your extremities. Worst of all, and super weird to think about, is the fact you suddenly have a piercing pain directed at your junk, as if your genitals had been showered in sharp needles.You want to scream but you bite your tongue, buckle down, and endure, staggering bravely home. [[Go home and weather the storm]]

You choose to continue studying. With a stifled yawn you flip through assorted textbooks and notes. You soon find yourself becoming bored. Or more accurately, you become distracted by a strangely pervasive itch. It starts out small but the more you scratch at it the more rapidly it expands until your back is covered with hives. You are obviously having an allergic reaction to something. You curse your luck, as you mentally catalogue your recent meals. You don’t remember eating anything unusual but your body’s reaction is undeniable. Feeling more nauseous by the second, you decide to: [[Go to the campus medical center]] [[Go home and weather the storm]] [[Cut through the park]]

On a whim, you decide to follow the blonde girl. Perhaps it was her good looks or the way she looked //especially// nervous or maybe it was just a spurr of the moment response to your own boredom. Nevertheless, you tail the girl.The blonde slips into an office. //Mr. Deter’s office!// "Hmmm..." //That is a bit unusual.// Mr. Deter was not known for his friendliness or long office hours.“Hey Taylor!” calls a soft yet surprisingly energetic voice.You spin around and see Samantha, a girl you have long fantasized about. You have liked her for ages but every time you tried to speak to her in the past you end up tongue tied. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/sam2.jpg" class="scenter"> “H-hey Sam!” you stammer in response. Your eyes meet hers and you instantly feel the urge to look away. “Hi, Taylor! What’s up? Haven’t seen you around lately,” she says cheerfully.“I saw you this morning,” you admit and for a split second Sam looks confused and slightly weirded out. “On the way to school,” you clarify. “I saw you jogging.”“Oh yeah I always try and get it over with before class. I know I would be too lazy to do it afterwards!”“Heh, that is a good idea.”Sam's bright eyes dart around for a moment. “Where is your little squad? I rarely see you without Evan and...uh, what was the other guy’s name? The bigger one?”“Drew,” you answer.“Yeah he is kind of weird but seems nice,” Sam says and you find yourself nodding in agreement before she adds, “A bit like you!” Sam giggles and that takes some of the sting out of her jibe but you feel yourself flushing with embarrassment.Sam watches your reaction for a moment. “Aw, I was just joking, Taylor! I know you’re cool. You should hang out with us more often. I know I am a bit introverted too -- if Rhea and Jimmy didn’t drag me out every weekend I doubt I would ever get out except for class and the occasional jog.”“I would like that,” you reply. “Hanging out I mean.” You mentally facepalm. Sam’s presence seems to sap all good sense from your mind.“I know what you mean!” she answers. “I bet we have lots in common. I heard from Evan you like //Defender of the Dragon Egg//, I love it too! We should totally play some time,” she suggests. Sam's brown eyes suddenly dart to a nearby clock and then go wide. “Anyway cya-around-Taylor!” she says the last words quickly and is gone before you can muster a reply.You watch Sam’s swaying backside depart from view with laser-like intensity, wishing there was a way that she could somehow become yours. You have long imagined having a girlfriend exactly like her.With a sigh you shake your head. Such a desire was an impossible fantasy. Sam is completely out of your league and you know it.[[Go home and sulk]]

Mitch’s paranoia has you curious. You decide to see what sort of shady BS he is up to. Being careful not to be spotted, you keep Mitch in sight but lag a long distance behind him. He is soon on the edge of campus and enters one of the gardens next to a faculty building. As you watch, you see him duck behind a “Do not enter” sign and slip in between two large bushes in one of the campus gardens.//Okay now I am curious,// you admit as you move closer. You enter the bushes and are just in time to see Mitch kneel down and hide something in a hole in the grass. *A dead drop?* You feel a thrill of excitement, like you are participating in a live action spy movie. After kicking some leaves over the hiding spot, Mitch stands up and turns back towards you.//Oh shit, he is coming back this way!//You crouch down and hold your breath. Although he almost knocks you over as he leaves, Mitch does not seem to notice you as he passes you by. You breathe a sigh of relief, glad for your slight build for one of the few times in your life.When you are sure Mitch is gone, you inch forward and quickly find what he left behind.You see a small black satchel, similar to a fanny pack. Your heartbeat intensifies. //A spy movie and hidden treasure!// You open it up with trembling fingers.The bag is filled with thousands of dollars of cash. //Oh my god! Jackpot,// you think. Still, the money does belong to someone else and Mitch and whoever the money is intended for will likely be upset. You’re not a thief by any measure but the allure of some extra cash is appealing and sticking it to Mitch might be a nice extra bonus.After thinking things over, you decide to: [[Take the money]] [[Leave the money]]

You recall a couple years ago that Mitch had broken into a bunch of cars, yours among them. You could never prove it but it was him beyond a doubt, since he even bragged about it to several mutual friends on numerous occasions. With that reminder, you feel no guilt as you scoop up the money and begin stuffing it into your bag.Just as you turn around, you are horrified to see there is a large, hairy man standing in front of you.“You son of a bitch,” he says as he notices the contents of your open bag.His lips curl back in an angry snarl and you try and fight your way through the bushes while the giant man crashes after you in close pursuit.“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Everything was fine 10 minutes ago, now you are fleeing from a maniac. *How the hell did this happen?* You frantically wonder just as your jacket gets snagged and you are thrown to the ground, the raging giant right behind you.You manage to struggle to your feet and fight off the grabbing branches of the bushes long enough to make one last attempt at freedom.“Stop!” yells your pursuer as you barely dodge a meaty hand and then use all your might to throw yourself from the bushes in one heroic leap….You explode from the greenery right into the face of an oncoming car. There is a moment of fleeting terror, a horrible bone crunching sound, and then only blackness.You are dead. End 18: Untimely Death <<set $end18 to true>> [[Return to start|Start]]

You decide to leave the money and manage to step away with impeccable timing just as a giant bull of a man crashes through the bushes right next to you and begins rooting around for the package you had nearly just stolen.His arrival nearly scares the shit out of you but you manage to keep your composure and stay hidden.After a grunt and some more thrashing, the figure disappears with a small bundle held under his arm. With your heart still thundering in your chest, you claw your way through the bushes and head back to the atrium and then home, glad you made it of the situation unscathed.//Or mostly unscathed,// you think as you make it to the halfway point home and nearly double over with pain. One moment you felt fine, the next you were nearly screaming in excruciating pain. Just as you are about to sit down on the sidewalk and call out for help, you suddenly feel a wave of relief surge throughout your body."What is happening to me? I am too young to die!"You stumble towards your house as fast as you can. However, by the time you arrive, an itchy rash has spread down your arms, a feeling so uncomfortable it makes your memories of chicken pox feel inconsequential. As you step through the doorway, you become overwhelmed by an intense headache and nearly topple over. Your headache is unlike any other you have felt before, a pain that felt like your skull was being compressed under immense pressure.<<set $moneye to true>> [[Go home and weather the storm]]

You struggle to make it home but you make it alive. You manage to guzzle some water and down a couple benadryl and a heaping handful of tylenol when you get back inside your house. You sit down in your room and take a few deep breaths and gradually your nauseous feelings pass, but only temporarily. That night they returned with a vengeance. Just as you were about to lie down for bed, you suddenly feel exhausted and feverish. You decide to take some cold meds, hope for the best, and close your eyes. You snap awake a few hours later and are barely able to make it to the washroom before you start throwing up. You give your offerings to the porcelain god until you have nothing left to give. After emptying your stomach and dry heaving for an hour, you return to bed with chattering teeth. As soon as you pull the covers over yourself, you are racked by a fit of shivering that does not subside even when you have wrapped yourself tightly in extra blankets and drenched your sheets with sweat. Finally you fall asleep and sleep like a dead man. When you finally wake up in the morning you feel even worse. Despite sleeping soundly, you feel even more exhausted in the morning as if you never slept at all. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylorsleepy.jpg" class="center"> You brush an errant strand of hair from your face. It seems abnormally long and ...thin. //That is weird,// you think, recalling that you just had a haircut last week. Your somewhat curly brown hair has always been coarse but the hair you are holding up now seemed oddly transparent. //I hope I am not already going bald. Please no… I am too young!// As soon as you stand up, you seem to wobble forward and are forced to brace yourself against the wall as an intense shooting pain in your abdominal area nearly drives you to your knees. You find yourself unable to bear the agony of movement so just stand there hugging the wall, barely daring to breathe. After a few minutes you feel even worse. You suddenly feel flushed, cramped, and unbearably hot. “I guess I am taking a sick day, ha-ha,” you mutter with near delirium. You feel disgusting so decide to have a shower and clean up. As you stumble forward and step into the washroom, you are shocked at the reflection that greets you in the mirror. [[Look at your reflection]]

You suddenly realize that you might in fact be dying. You stumble towards the campus medical center, feeling like you might pass out at any moment. Once you get near the emergency entrance, your vision becomes spotty. A moment later you are blinded by shifting dark blots. You feel yourself falling and have a vague sense of impact but you feel oddly disconnected, like the experience is happening to another person entirely. You see people around you but for some reason you cannot make out what they are saying to you despite their moving lips. You try to speak to a frightened looking man in a white coat and try to tell him that you don't feel very well. Yet, when you speak, no words of your own seem to come out. The next thing you are conscious of is the blue of the sky above you as a ring of concerned faces surround you and look down upon you. You are aware of being jostled and moved. Of bright lights beating down upon you and the sensation of being prodded and poked. You feel feverish and sick. You seem to drift in and out of conscious until a deep slumber finally consumes you. You dream about puppies playing in fields of bright red poppies during the summer. [[Fall into a deep sleep]]

As you walk home your steps gradually slow.“Oh man I don’t feel so good,” you say as a sickly warm feeling spreads through your body.You stumble towards your house as fast as you can. However, by the time you arrive, an itchy rash has spread down your arms, a feeling so uncomfortable it makes your memories of chicken pox feel inconsequential. As you step through the doorway, you become overwhelmed by an intense headache and nearly topple over. Your headache is unlike any other you have felt before, a pain that felt like your skull was being compressed under immense pressure.[[Go home and weather the storm]]

“Hmm?” It was definitely your own face, only with a distinctly more feminine appearance. It almost looked like a photoshopped picture or perhaps some sort of elaborate practical joke. “What in the f--!?” you stammer but your own words catch you off guard- or rather your //tone// does. Your voice sounds high and scratchy, completely unlike it usually does, more of a soprano than your usual tenor. Your headache throbs and involuntarily draws a hand to your face, leading to another surprise. Your skin feels soft and smooth. Your jawline has obviously softened as well, while a shadow of soreness still remained, lurking beneath the surface like something that was aching in your very bones. “What is going on?” you wonder. You receive another shock when you inspect your hands. They seem smaller, dainty, almost //girly.// “What the hell is happening to me!?” you wonder with a growing feeling of terror. Your hand brushes your chest and you feel an unfamiliar, slight bounce and a softness were there was once only firm muscle. You slip your clothes off in a daze and turn back to the mirror. Your eyes immediately focus on your chest, where both of your nipples and areola, along a small area around them, seem swollen. Mind spinning, you turn back and step into the shower, letting the warm water wash over you. The shower does not leave you feeling refreshed like it usually does. It only seems to accentuate the growing pain within your hips and lower body. As you let the water pelt you, your hand is drawn to your crotch, only to be snapped away as if you had touched a firebrand. //What the fuck? My dick feels...different…// You have masturbated nearly every day for over ten years, so you are well aware something is wrong. You slowly move your hand back and cup your shrinking manhood. Even your testicles seem to have lost mass, more an empty bag of skin than anything else. [["I don't feel so good..."]]

“Oh my fucking god! I have turned into a fucking girl!” you yell at yourself when you are standing in front of the mirror. An undeniably beautiful young woman stares back at you, with bright brown eyes and mostly straight chin length chestnut hair framing an undeniably pretty face. Your soiled boxers that you slept in hang off your body, threatening to fall to the floor, held back only by your unfamiliarly large hips. The T-shirt you are wearing seems completely oversized and disproportioned. Yet even through the loose fabric, your prominent breasts are undeniable and your figure, unmistakably female. “This cannot be happening,” you tell yourself, but even several deep breaths and a very hard pinch does nothing to dispel your circumstances. Stunned by your revelation and suddenly feeling weak in the knees, you sit down on the toilet. You stare in disbelief at your swollen chest. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/boobs2.jpg" class="center"> [[This is fucking impossible!]]

You sit at your computer and load a new browser window. “Oh yeah...there was a virus or something….” you mumble, recalling your last incident on the PC. It had been a while since you were on your computer because you were busy with class and your sudden bout of sickness. In the top section of the browser window it reads, “Transfigure has been successfully installed.” “What the hell is //Transfigure?//” you wonder. You don’t remember installing anything recently, at least not intentionally. You google “Transfigure” and discover it means “to transform or uplift into something more beautiful and elevated,” yet your next searches can find no trace of a program or app with the same name. A search of your hard drive comes up empty. You glance at your computer’s digital clock and do a double take. You have somehow lost an entire two days. “I slept for //two// days!?” //Is it even possible to sleep for two whole days?// You remember one time this past summer where you stayed up for five days straight on a gaming marathon. You slept like a log afterwards but for only for fourteen hours at most and that included a bathroom break. To sleep for forty eight straight hours seemed like something someone on their deathbed would go through. //But maybe that is right... Have I been reborn? Is reincarnation a real thing?// The sound of a bus outside causes you to snap back into reality. Classes will start soon and you can’t afford to miss any more unless you are planning on dropping out and flipping burgers. You look down at your new breasts and feel an instinctive urge to cover them. You also became conscious of the fact that you //stink.// You find yourself [[drawn back to the bathroom.]]

You eventually head back into the hall and open the door to your sister’s room. It is a bit of a mess but you soon find a pair of jeans and a T-shirt style top that fits and still feels similar to your usual clothing, although you note that the clothes feel tighter across the chest and ass and a lot more clingy. With a glance at the errant bras spread around the room, as if dispersed by a clothing tornado, you silently promise yourself to avoid such garments if at all possible. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/jeansass.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" height="650" class="vcenter"></video> Although the new masses on your chest shift uncomfortably, //with every fucking step,// there is no way in hell you are wearing a bra. Just as you are about to leave, you notice a pair of shorts on the floor that look similar to your regular boxers, although obviously meant for a slightly smaller person. You hold them up with distaste, but decide it is better to have something that fits than going commando. With a confirmatory glance in the mirror you turn to head out. You look normal… A normal //girl…// //Fuck!// [[Go to school like usual]] [[Go to the fucking hospital!]]

“//Taylor!?// What happened to you!?” he asks you with wide eyes. His reaction would have been funny to you if the situation weren’t so serious. It was an impossible question to answer. You clearly need help, so you decide to tell Evan the truth. “I wish I knew! I have been sick the past couple days and when I woke up...I was like this,” you lamely explain, conscious of how ridiculous your explanation sounds. “”Like this,” Evan repeats. “Are you...? You know?” Evan mumbles an unspoken question, staring at your chest and the crotch of your sister’s tight jeans. “Yeah...I have turned into a girl,” you admit. “Somehow.” //Honesty is the best approach!// “Like, uh….//Completely?//” You sigh. “Yep.” “This is…This is...” //Awful//, you mentally answer for him. “Amazing!” Evan finishes his sentence with a note of glee. “W-what?” you stammer. “You are even hotter than your sister -- and she is a fox! You’re so lucky! All this time chasing hot chicks and now you finally caught one,” he jokes. You are unsure how to reply to that. You see Drew enter the hallway and wave him over. Drew stops dead and looks quite confused. He approaches slowly, looking more than a bit nervous. “Julie, Evan,” he says with a nod, barely making eye contact. “Taylor sick today?” he asks before he does a double take and his head snaps back to you. His expression morphs between confusion, and then shock, as his eyes study your face and figure. Aghast, Drew squints at you for a long time, then begins to blink rapidly. “Earth to Drew! I am right fucking here!” you answer. “Well, judging by the potty mouth, that’s Taylor all right,” Drew concludes. “This is remarkable. How is such a thing p-” “Fuck off,“ you interrupt. “Just sounds so strange hearing those kinda words come from such a pretty mouth!” Evan comments. The sheer immensity of your friend’s stupidity causes you to step back and attempt to gather your composure. If you wanted help from these dimwits you were probably being too optimistic. Still, the idea of explaining your transformation to a medical professional is enough to tie your stomach in knots. [[Look around the atrium]]

“I … uh...have to go…” you manage to tell him and step away, glad to be lost in the flood of people entering and exiting the lecture hall. Class is uneventful except for the moment during roll call when Mr. Deter calls your name. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/class.jpg" class="center"> “Taylor Roux,” Deter calls out, his beady eyes scanning the crowd. You hope this doesn’t get out of hand. The last thing you want is to be accused of impersonating...yourself. But you had considered this and sat near the back in your usual spot. You hope all Mr. Deter sees is the wave of your hand. He grunts and moves on to the next name and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. [[After class...]]

You decide to go to a soccer game with Evan. You have been cooped up for too long and the prospect of some entertainment and possible exercise is appealing. “Sure Evan! I will come for a game,” you say with what you hope sounds like enthusiasm. Sports were never among your biggest interests. Drew seems a bit disappointed with your choice. He mumbles something about video games, a pincer attack with armoured divisions, and a black dragon that needs slaying. With a sigh, he says goodbye and waddles off, leaving you and Evan alone. Evan shrugs. You begin to walk towards the campus fields side by side with your friend. You feel a bit self conscious, for the way your body moves seems to accentuate your new curves. Your stride seems to have naturally shifted and you feel your butt and breasts bounce subtly with each step. You feel like a foreigner in your own body. //Perhaps that is a good thing,// you decide. Your body may have changed but your mind was completely intact. There was no way you would ever feel comfortable in a body that was not your own. //But it is still mine,// you correct yourself. //It is just … different…// While your body plays havoc with your mind you notice Evan, standing at an abnormal height above you. You look up at him. //Wait. Was Evan always so huge?// That was the moment it hit you. Evan had always been a tall guy that had towered over you. Yet now the difference was even more stark. Evan was now well over a foot taller than you and the difference was just one more constant reminder of your transformation and change in circumstance. Evan sees you looking at him and shoots you his trademark lopsided grin. The two of you arrive at the soccer fields, positioned near the edge of campus. You see a small group of people, noting a few familiar faces. You recognize <<popup "Jimmy" "Jimmy desc">>, a common sight at parties, and <<popup "Rhea" "Rhea desc">>, a stunning blonde woman clearly proud of her beauty. [[Walk up to the group]]

After a short bus ride and a short dash up a flight of stairs, you soon arrive at Drew’s place. You can’t help but notice Drew’s red face as you wait for him to lumber up the last few steps. For a moment you brush it off as him being out of shape but the mental deflection makes you pause. A part of you wonders if he was checking you out as you shimmed up the stairs in your tight jeans. As you brush off the idea, your eyes meet Drew’s. “Why are you staring at me?” you ask him. “You’re just so...so...//pretty//,” he responds lamely. You raise an eyebrow. “What the hell? That is kind of a weird thing to say.” “You know I always had a thing for your sister,” Drew admits. “But she is kind of…” “Mean?” you suggest. “A bitch?” “Yeah….” “Hah! OWNED!” you exult as Drew’s car flies off the track during his moment of distraction. “I win, you lose,” you tease Drew. His heart doesn’t seem into it today, even though Drew is normally a video game messiah. Drew awkwardly shifts position on the couch. You notice an obvious boner outlined through his sweatpants. //What the fuck?// You think, shocked at the idea that Drew would look at you and become aroused. //I guess I do look a bit different now though,// you admit, finding it a bit hard to get too mad at him since you could easily relate. //Still, what a fucking perv!// You resolve to be a bit more careful around men in your new body. Friend or foe, everyone seems to treat you differently. [[Focus on the game]]

“Thanks guys,” you tell your friends. “But I am going to see what I can find out on my own.” “Sure, call us if you need anything,” Drew offers. “I will make a list tonight of some doctors and hospitals.” “Thanks, I appreciate it.” Your day has already contained far too much excitement. You decide to go home and rest. //Maybe I can find a few leads on the internet,// you hope. Your walk home is uneventful until you arrive. When you turn the corner to your house you stop dead. //Is that… Mitch?// You’re surprised to see him. He is the last person you would expect to see at your house. It is also more than a tad disturbing that he knows where you live. //Why the hell is he standing in front of my door?// You have a very bad feeling about his presence. <<if $moneye is true>> //I hope he didn’t find out about the money!// Yet if he was aware you suspected, you suspect he wouldn’t be waiting for you in such an open manner.<</if>> Mitch definitely looks out of place standing with his “alternative” style standing amongst the ordered and well maintained background of your parent's rental property. [[Go greet Mitch]]

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//What? No way!// You laugh in his face. “Haha-HAHA! That is hilarious. No fucking way, homo! I am a GUY! Stay the fuck away from me you gay creep!” you yell at him as you push past Mitch and slam the door shut behind you, locking it tightly for good measure. Mitch becomes furious. “You-you-//tranny bitch!//” Mitch yells at you in a rage. You glance out the window at him and can see he is so angry that he is actually shaking. After a moment of looking like he will attempt to break down your door, he clenches his hands into fists and slinks off down the street. You breathe a sigh of relief when he is gone from view. You spend the rest of the evening searching the web but find nothing of value. Eventually you get a message from Evan inviting you out to one of the bars tonight. You kind of want to go but the idea of going to such an establishment in your female body makes you uncomfortable. A bunch of drunk, horny men in an enclosed space…What could go wrong? Still the bar is close and it is a classy place. You remember that there are always lots of girls present; they wouldn’t be there if it was a dangerous place. You chide yourself for being so uptight and decide a stiff drink is exactly the thing you need tonight. [[Go to the bar]]

You sigh. You are pretty certain Mitch will never leave you the fuck alone unless you firmly but gently explain the two of you will never have any possibility of romance. You're both straight, so there is nothing to say. You are not gay and never will be. "Maybe we can work something out…" you answer. "But you're buying." "Really!? Of course. What are you doing right now?" Mitch asks you with an almost creepy level of childlike excitement. It is still early and you are free to do as you please, but the prospect of even briefly hanging out with Mitch turns your stomach. Still, you figure it is probably best to nip this problem in the bud before it grows into something more perverse. [[Agree to have coffee with Mitch]]

You walk to the bar and move to head inside. As you do you slow down as you catch sight of the bouncer. *Fuck. This is the guy who wouldn’t let me in last week without black shoes and a collared shirt. What an asshole.* You look down at the green coloured T-shirt top you wearing and grit your teeth. “Wait a sec,” you say to yourself. “Fuck! I brought my wallet but….” It hurt to even say aloud. “My ID…” You hold out your card and look at Taylor Roux’s handsome face. Your male face. A face which you now do not possess. “Well shit, how am I going to even get in there?” you wonder. Stumped, you momentarily ponder your options. //I guess I just have to hope I don’t get carded.// You stand up straight and march forward with as much confidence as you can muster. The bouncer bars your path. “Excuse me, miss, may I see some ID please?” he asks you. You are a little bit taken aback. He was much less polite with you the last time you were here. “I am just meeting some friends inside,” you insist, attempting to deflect his request. He gives you a toothy grin. “Going dancing with some friends?” he enquires. “Dancing? Fuck no,” you respond a little too quickly. The bouncer raises an eyebrow at your sudden profanity. “Sorry I am a bit late though… I am going to go meet my friends,” you explain. “Sure thing but you need to show me your ID first,” he repeats his request. “Oh come on, cut me some slack.” The bouncer balked. “I am already,” he insisted. “I am not charging you cover and I haven’t mentioned you’re a little under-dressed because you are super hot.” “W-what?” His compliment catches you off guard. You feel your face start burning. You could really use that drink you came for. “Fine,” you say as you hand over your ID. The bouncer glances at your photo for a microsecond and scans your ID on a nearby terminal. “Have fun!” the bouncer says as he hands you your card back. [[Enter the bar]]

You decide to take it easy and head home early. You had a great time but realize there is no sense in pushing your new body before you are aware of its limitations. Once home you go to bed and sleep soundly until you wake up to the sound of someone calling your name. [[Respond to the voice]]

You down your third drink and rustle up a fourth. You are feeling mellow, socially lubricated, and confident. “Woooow! At least I won’t have to spend much to get drunk!” you brag to your friends. “No, a pretty thing like you definitely won’t have to,” agrees a voice. A handsome stranger hands you another drink. You graciously accept and soon find that one drink leads to another. You soon lose count and, before you know it, you are completely, blissfully hammered and the world is spinning around you. It felt so good to have the stress of the past couple days evaporate. Yet eventually you begin to feel a bit //off//. For the second time this week, you feel yourself drawn to the washroom. You leave your friends behind and stumble forward, barely making it to a stall in the men’s room. You hover over the toilet and find yourself unable to throw up. Instead, you just feel dizzy and tired, bracing yourself against the toilet, staring down at the water in the bowl for what seems like an eternity. //Kahcha.// You hear the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. Although mostly in your own little world, you are aware of someone approaching. [[Wait]]

When you wake up the next day you have a splitting headache. You are at home in your room but you don’t remember the walk back, nor half the night for that matter. “Ugh.” You feel absurdly hung over. As you lie back down in bed you notice a red light on your phone, a missed message. “Ow my head… What the fuck happened last night?” you wonder as pick a long strand of hair from your face. All your memories seem to be clouded in fog. You pick up your phone and tap the text message section. Your mouth nearly hits the floor when you see the first message. “No! How can this be?” [[Look at the message]]

//I am going to fucking kill him! Even a 100 lb girl could kill someone with a rock,// you gleefully fantasize. You choose to respond to the message and go to the east dorm, more to confront Mitch than anything. A few hours later, dressed in jeans and a borrowed sweater, you go to meet Mitch behind the east dorm. You notice him leaning next to a dumpster in a secluded area most students use to smoke pot. “Hey Taylor!” Mitch cheerily greets you as you walk up to him. “I knew you couldn’t resist meeting me again. Last night was fate.” Barely resisting the urge to strike, you drop the rock you were carrying. Going to jail for murder would do little to improve your circumstances. Mitch should be the one in jail, but you're not sure how you could make that happen either. You look up at Mitch and scowl at him, crossing your tiny arms over your breasts. “Mitch, you are such a fucking creep!” you castigate him. “What are you some kind of evil rapist now? I want you to delete those pictures--//now//--you asshole!” you screech your demand of him. He shrugs. “Okay,” he agrees without a fight. "I will delete them." “Really?” His response catches you off guard. Yet you are still more than skeptical “That easy? Do it then.” “Well I want something in return of course,” he admits. You sigh, sure of his likely suggestion. You look around and see no one. Suddenly you feel exposed and vulnerable. [[Ask him what he wants]]

You sigh. "What do you want?” “Well Taylor you might guess where this is going, heh. I want you to give me a really good blow job that I will never forget. Then I will delete the pictures for you, I promise.” Mitch nods solemnly as if to say, “You can trust me!” You almost laugh. “No fucking way!” you answer without hesitation. “Well then Taylor this will soon be all over the internet! Everyone on campus will know of Taylor Cumtits, the immortalized genderbent slut!” “You would go that far? Why would you do that to me?” The prospect was indeed horrifying. “Fuck off. How the hell can I trust you-especially after last night?” “Hey I am honest and I always keep my word. I have a well established //reputation.// People always get what they pay for. It is well known my word is gold around here. I say something happens and it happens.” His dark eyes narrow at you. “Now Taylor are you going to suck my dick or become //famous?//” Mitch asks you with a leering grin. With no good options available to you, you decide to… [[Suck his dick]] [[Punch him in the face]]

You can see that there is no easy way out of this situation. With a heavy heart and a feeling of despair, you decide to agree to Mitch's demand. //Wow, I am literally fucked. I have been a girl for less than a week and already I am getting blackmailed for blow jobs. What the fuck is wrong with me--or the world for that matter? I don’t want this to happen!// //I am trapped by this fucking asshole! God damnit! But this is probably my best shot at getting those pictures deleted,// you admit to yourself. //But can I even do this?// You cannot help but wonder. You already feel sick to your stomach, overwhelmed a level of anxiety you have never felt before. You want nothing more than for this to be over as soon as possible. Mitch is staring at you expectantly. “I-I’ll do it you stupid prick,” he finally claws the words from you. “Yeah, you will do my stupid prick all right!” he laughs. “But I want you to say it.” “Say what?” “What you are going to do.” “What?” “Say it. Say: “Mitch, I want to suck your dick,”” he orders you. You bite your lip, briefly imagining kicking him in the balls. Yet you have already committed and every second you spend arguing is only going to prolong this ordeal. “I //don’t// though!” “If you want these pictures deleted, then yes you do.” You swallow and stare at the ground. //Fuck my life.// “Mitch...I want to suck your dick,” you repeat the words. You feel a flush creep up your cheeks. Your ears are burning. You have never felt more humiliated or ashamed before in your entire life. But you know that things will only get worse. You expect to make several new record lows tonight. “Say it again and look me in the eyes this time!” Mitch commands you. "C'mon, Taylor! Do as I say!" “Mitch, you fucking asshole, I want to suck your dick and get this awful moment in my life over with! There, happy?” Mitch laughs. “That was pretty hot. Good enough.” Mitch begins walking away. He motions for you to join him on the other side of the dumpster. [[Walk over to Mitch]]

"You fucking scumbag!" you scream at Mitch, your loud, shrieking voice shocking even you. Mitch takes a step back but you have already taken one forward and let him have an uppercut to the jaw, delivered in near perfect form despite your small size. Mitch's head snaps up and he staggers backwards but manages to steady himself before falling completely. He finally recovers enough for you to see the look of immense anger in his eyes, but it is already too late. Your next strike hits him right in the middle of his nose. You capitalize upon his brief disorientation and repeatedly punch him in the face until your bloody hands are shaking too much to strike at him. Finally satisfied, you stand up and remove the sim card from Mitch's cellphone before crushing it with your heel for good measure. You leave the miserable scumbag lying between the dumpsters like a piece of trash. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/crushedphone.jpg" class="center"> “Prick!” [[Head back home]]

As you walk up to him he flashes you a shit-eating grin and forces you to your knees with a gentle downward push on your shoulders. A second later, with a zip and a tug, his massive erection flops free of his pants and nearly clubs you in the face. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/dpic.jpg" class="center"> //I-it’s fucking huge!// Your eyes go wide and you are completely taken aback by the sober reality of your commitment. //It is more than double the size that mine used to be!// “Oh god, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this huge thing?” “Pretty impressive, eh? You’ve watched porn before and probably a few blowjob videos….” //A few…//you wryly admit. BJ videos used to be your favourite but you never thought you would be forced to experience it from this perspective. “So consider that training, Taylor. Just imitate. Start by kissing the tip and roll your tongue over the head. And use your other hand to jerk me off.” You didn’t think it was possible, but you feel even more worthless and humiliated as you move your lips towards his member. //I can’t believe I am fucking doing this, what the hell is wrong with me? How did it come to this?// You can’t help but wonder, as your tiny mouth descends towards Mitch’s cockhead and its glistening bead of ample pre-cum. Just before your lips make contact, you can’t help but pause and pray for a lightning strike to obliterate you from this awful moment. As Mitch’s musky scent wafts over you, you fight the urge to gag. It seems you are about to cross a line and entering a realm of which there may be no return. Yet you have already committed, the two of you are hidden from prying eyes, and you are already on your knees with a cock so close to your mouth. If there is a chance you are stuck in this form forever you will need your reputation intact. But what would actually going through with this awful deed do to your reputation, if word ever got out? //I must ensure Mitch keeps his word.// And the only way to get those pictures destroyed is...to do as he asks. [[Complete the blackmail bargain]]

“Now delete those pictures,” you say to Mitch angrily as you stand up and wipe your mouth clean with the back of your sleeve. Mitch immediately balks at your suggestion. “Nah, no way! That wasn’t even close to being good enough. You didn’t even swallow it all, look at your shirt. See, you missed some cum there. That is maybe like a C+ blowjob at best, Taylor. That is not what we agreed on.” “You seemed to enjoy it, you perv!” you object. “I am a guy, I would enjoy any company from a girl like you, let alone a BJ,” he reasons. “I am a guy too!” you yell at him. Mitch just looks down at you with a look of pity, his penetrating gaze finally resting on your breasts. “That was pretty good for your first time. Don’t worry, I am confident you will improve. Even once our little business is over you can always keep practicing on me anytime you get a cock craving!” “As if!” “Not like you have a choice, Tay. Meet me at my apartment after class tomorrow. Ditch those losers you call friends. I’ll text you the address. Then we can hopefully conclude our business. Don’t worry little Taylor, you’re almost there. Don’t despair, I am not a complete bastard! I intend to keep my word. See ya tomorrow!” he says joyfully as he strides out of view, whistling a merry tune. He leaves you standing by the dumpster with the foul taste of his cum lingering on your lips. You have never hated anyone more in your life but you feel helpless and can think of no way out of your predicament except submission. [[The next day...]]

“I can’t believe I have to do this again,” you say as you head to the address Mitch gave you. You are soon standing in front of Mitch's apartment. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/apartment.jpg" class="scenter"> // I feel trapped. Being blackmailed is the worst! What the fuck I am I supposed to do!? How do I get out of this?// “Hey Taylor! Right on time!” Mitch says as he opens the door and lets you into his filthy apartment. There are empty pizza boxes, stacks of dirty dishes, and liquor bottles nearly everywhere, along with a random assortment of garbage covering most surfaces of the room except the couch and a small spot on the coffee table. He motions for you to take a seat on the couch and you do so after pushing aside some burger wrappers. You turn to Mitch and he smiles at you as he takes out a massive three foot long bong and sets it on the table. He then takes out the largest bag of weed you have ever seen and packs a massive bowl after grinding up a large bud. It is university, so you have been known to partake on occasion, but that bong and bowl is //huge//. Not to mention the fact you don’t exactly trust Mitch’s supply or motivation. You’re used to an occasional toke on a joint on the nights you drink excessively, not dealing with that spiraled, glass monster. Still it might be a good idea to zone out for a while… Anything that makes time pass by more quickly would probably be a big help in getting you through this ordeal. [[Consider getting high]]

You feel a tingle in your legs and close your eyes in a moment of rare relaxation. When you open them again Mitch’s giant erection is poised right in front of your face. The pungent odor of his groin assaults your nose as he presses his member forward in between your waiting lips. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchjerk.gif" class="scenter"> “Oh yeah!” he sighs as you roll your tongue over his cock’s head and try and force as much of his thick shaft down your throat as possible. He gives you several long, painful thrusts that nearly make you gag. With a moan of pleasure, he thrusts most of his length inside you but does not withdraw. Your eyes bulge. Mitch holds you in place as his phallus blocks your airway and you choke and sputter until he finally releases his cock from your mouth. You gasp and inhale desperately as soon as your throat is clear. You look up at him with a look of malice and he just grins back at you, clearly pleased at the power he has over you. You feel his hand push you firmly back to his manhood. “C’mon, put some more effort into it. Do it like you have a time limit. Hey, that’s a good idea! Make me cum in three minutes and I promise you are off the hook for good, Taylor.” [[Look at Mitch's leaking dick]]

//"You’re late. Where are you?"// Reads a text from Mitch. You stand outside his apartment, a run-down building just off campus. As you look up at the fourth floor you already feel wretched inside before even entering the building. You want to run away, to prevent this awful chain of events from progressing any further. Walking up to him and submitting sober and in the middle of the day, seems a terrifying prospect. Yet you have already done it before. With a sigh and a silent reassurance this will be your last time at his apartment, you head into the lobby. “I am here,” you say, speaking to the intercom. The door buzzes open and you walk upstairs, each step slow and heavy, as if you are trying to drag out the journey. But there was no delaying the inevitable. As you approach the door, you smell the unmistakable skunk like odor of marijuana. You knock at the door and hear a muffled confirmation from inside. Five seconds later, you are standing before Mitch, arms crossed over your breasts. “Heeey Taylor! Lookin’ good, babe!” “Don’t call me that!" you snap. "You know why I am here.” “Oh I know. How about the same deal as last time?” “Three minutes?” “Three minutes or less,” he confirms. “And then all the pictures will be deleted.” “You swear? I want you swear on your family’s lives.” “You have my word. I do so solemnly swear,” Mitch adds with a smile and a flourish of his hand. “Fine, let’s fucking get this over with,” you say as you move towards him. “You want a drink or a bowl first? Or straight to the action?” “No, fuck off. I just want this to end,” you reply. “Fair enough,” Mitch says as he takes out his cellphone and flips to the stopwatch. He then begins to unbuckle his pants. [[Accept your fate]]

You look at his hardening cock with a feeling of regret. You can almost feel the last vestiges of your pride slipping away as you take his hardening manhood in hand. “Aaaand go!” says Mitch and you begin to work on his cock, putting to use everything you’ve seen in porn and learned from your own encounters. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/deepthroat6.gif" class="center"> You try and accept as much of him inside your mouth and throat as possible, while suppressing your urge to gag. You do your best deepthroat imitation while Mitch seems lost in pleasure. [[You feel caught up in a moment of madness]]

A bunch of bananas and a few lewd videos later... <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/banana.gif" class="scenter"> Practicing without any pressure allows you to learn a few extra tricks. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/banana2.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> You stuff your throat with fruit until you learn to repress your gag reflex. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/banana3.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> You soon feel a lot more confident you can win Mitch's bet and desire to put your new skills to the test. [[Try out your new skills]]

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“Hi! I am Taylor,” you introduce yourself to the group. “Cool, I’m Jimmy, nice to meet ya Taylor! That’s Rhea, you know Evan...” Several others throw their names forth. No one seems to recognize you and you feel momentarily relieved. You don’t bother to correct Jimmy on the fact you have already met... several times. You haven’t really had a chance to test out your new body’s physical endurance. As you poke at your drastically reduced shoulders and arms, you feel like you have lost nearly all of your upper body strength compared to the way you were before. Yet, perhaps your slender arms and legs meant you were light...and perhaps a bit quick as well. “Okay, I’ll be a captain,” Jimmy declares, taking charge of the group. “Evan can lead the other team. Let’s choose.” Jimmy and Evan play rock paper scissors, Evan’s paper defeating Jimmy’s rock. “Pick first, Evan.” “Sure. I pick Taylor,” he says without any hesitation. For a second you are shocked. You’ve never in your entire life been picked first in a sport team. “Awww! That’s so sweet,” gushes Rhea, folding her arms over her ample chest. “Jimmy, be a sweet guy and pick me next.” Jimmy raises an eyebrow, balking at the idea. “Jacob,” he says, picking one of the athletic looking guys. “Asshole!” Rhea curses. “I pick Rhea, I want all the hot girls on my team!” Evan yells, announcing his pick and intention to build a soccer harem. “He’s got good taste,” Rhea comments as she takes her place at your side. Soon each team has five members. Five athletic looking guys against Evan and his team consisting of a stoner, two girls, and…. //me...I guess that actually makes it three girls,// you lament. Evan decides to put the stoner in as goaltender. The guy gives you a lazy smile as he takes his position, his heavy lidded eyes barely even appear open. You hope he is sober enough to deflect at least some of the shots that will no doubt shortly be headed his way. [[Start the game]]

“Let’s do this!” shouts Evan as he does the kickoff, blasting the ball down field with a long-legged kick. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ball.png" class="scenter"> Soon you are lost in the moment, chasing after the soccer ball as it is kicked around the field. You try and run as fast you can, darting around the field with a degree of agility you find impressive, for a moment at least. Just as you feel yourself approaching what you think is your top speed, you are suddenly overwhelmed by your bouncing chest. You find the movement not only to be very distracting but more than a bit painful as well. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/soccer.jpg" class="center"> There is a clash further down field. The other girl loses the ball to Jimmy who breaks away and shoots the ball straight into the goal zone and past your barely moving goalkeeper. The game continues in this fashion for quite awhile. “Damn! Team sausage-fest is rigged!” Rhea complains as the other team surges past your team’s defense and rapidly scores again. [[You agree with Rhea]]

The high of your momentary victory still pulsing through you, you turn and find Evan beside you. He looks ecstatic that the game has been tied. You go to high five him but he suddenly hugs you instead, pinning you to his chest. “We did it! We’re tied! That was a freakin’ //amazing// shot, Taylor!” he compliments you. You are suddenly conscious of the size and power difference between the two of you. Something is indeed different and the embrace lingers just a bit too long for your comfort. Your breasts had pressed into his chest, a process that made you alarmingly aware of their presence and sensitivity. Even once you withdraw, you still feel the sensation of Evan’s muscular arms wrapped around you. //Wait what the fuck? //You think, trying to snap yourself out of whatever bizarre delusion had seized you. You then become conscious of Evan and Jimmy staring at you. You follow their line of sight down to your chest where you can clearly see your hard nipples and the outline of your modest but shapely B-cup breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. "Ahh!" you squeek, awkwardly crossing your arms to hide them. //Damn pervs!// You hear shouting but are lost in your own thoughts. //Why the hell did Evan grab me like that? I feel sort of weir--// The ball goes whizzing by you, your legs suddenly feeling clumsy, causing you to miss the intercept. Jimmy’s team quickly recovers the ball and returns it to the other side of the field, blowing by Rhea and shooting it into the net. The game continues on, going back and forth. You find yourself impressed with Evan’s athleticism. You had always considered him more of a guy that watched or talked about sports or played their games rather than participated in the actual events. You find yourself a bit distracted during the remainder of the match but still put up a valiant effort. In the end you are defeated 5-7. “Good game!” shouts an out of breath Jimmy. “Cya later lovebirds!” Rhea calls after you. [[Leave with Evan]]

“Even though we lost I actually had a lot of fun,” you admit. “Me too. We almost had it!” Evan answers readily. “Yeah, sorry I missed a few easy ones back there…” “Hey, we play to have fun and we did that. We make a really good team too I think,” Evan adds with a smile. “We sure do. It felt really good to unwind...to forget for a bit.” //Yet it is only a temporary reprieve,// you think as you look down at the unfamiliar view of your ample cleavage blocking out much of your view of anything below. “Yeah. What are you going to do? About your “situation” I mean?” “I was sort of hoping you could help out with that. The truth is I have no idea how this happened...or what to do now. I don’t want to end up in some government laboratory or insane asylum. I know your dad is a doctor and that your family has some connections. Anything you could do for me or find out for me would be greatly appreciated.” “For you Taylor, //anything,//” he answers earnestly. “Thanks Evan, you’re an awesome friend. I would do the same for you. I owe you.” “Well maybe there is something you could do for me.” “Sure, anything --within reason. I am not going to sleep with you or murder someone.” Evan suddenly looks embarrassed. //Ugh, did I hit close to the mark?// [[Listen to his request]]

Evan has worn you down with his stupidity. You raise your shirt and flash him your breasts. To your immense embarrassment, you notice your nipples and areola are red and chafed from bouncing around during your soccer game. Your braless breasts bounce free for Evan's viewing pleasure. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/moreboobs.jpg" class="center"> “WOW!” Evan explodes after a sharp intake of breath. His expression transforms into something you have never seen before. He is //ecstatic,// completely enamored with your display. //Apparently my breasts are on par with a flying saucer landing.// Your best friend continues to stare at your chest with what you can only describe as rapture. [[Let him admire you]]

"Why the fuck would you ask me that? Goodbye Evan," you snipe at him as you turn and leave. You walk home and relax the rest of the day away. The next morning you awake to the sound of someone calling your name. [[Respond to the voice]]

Alt experimentation route under construction This is where one planned expansion route will take place, no content here until other routes are fleshed out and the game is mostly complete.

As you enter the kitchen you are assaulted by the smell of fresh pancakes made with coconut oil. The delicious odor catches you off guard, as does the sudden appearance of the person cooking breakfast. Your sister Julie, sets down the frying pan she is holding and turns in your direction. “Finally you are up, Taylor,” she berates you as she turns around. She freezes in surprise when she catches sight of you. //Fuck.// This was one moment you were dreading. You had hoped you would be able to return to normal before your sister noticed your change. You were unsure how Julie would react. It had been hard enough explaining yourself to your friends, let alone your nutty and potentially violent sister. You and Julie had always been somewhat distant. You had very different personalities and interests. Julie had been spending so much time with her boyfriend lately that you had not even seen her in almost a month. Julie appears to be perplexed as she looks you over. She blinks her eyes several times before she finally speaks. “Do I know you?” she asks you. “Uh….” [[You decide to tell Julie the truth]]

“Yes, you do. It’s me, Taylor. It sounds absolutely-fucking-ridiculous to say aloud but something happened to me and I got turned into a girl.” Julie’s mouth had fallen open. “Accidently?” she manages just a single word question. “What do you mean!? Of course it was an accident! I didn’t want this to happen! It wasn’t intentional if that is what you are getting at!” Julie starts to giggle. She starts slowly at first until her mirth grows into steady peals of laughter. “Haha hahahaHAHAHA! Oh wow Taylor, that is //hilarious//.” “It’s not funny!” “Yes, it is!” she teases. “So how did this //“accidently”// happen?” Julie asks you. You can clearly hear the air quotes. Julie always knew how to get under your skin. You sigh. “I don’t know,” you reply. You slowly begin to retell the events of the past days, minus a few naughty omissions. “Well I see you helped yourself to my clothes,” she observes. “I am not mad or anything. I think you turned out super cute. Us Roux ladies are all rather gorgeous.” “Gee, thanks.” “Oh don’t pout! This is actually awesome news. You and I could really spend some quality time together!” Julie’s face brightens as a thought occurs to her. “We could go shopping! Play a little dress up, maybe? Oh! There are some many things I could show you.” Julie approaches you and suddenly reaches out, grabbing a lock of your dark reddish-brown hair. “Oh my god. You have to let me braid this. You have no idea how much I always wanted a sister!” “I appreciate the offer, sis. But what about Ryan? You’ve been so busy lately…” “Exactly. I have spent enough time with Ryan lately. Too much time! He is great but getting a bit clingy. Oh don’t worry, you know family //always// comes first with me!” [[Let your sister "help" you]]

The next day you arrive outside Mitch’s door. “Come on in!” he calls from inside when you knock. “Ready for some more fun, Taylor?” he asks you as you walk into the living room. He motions for you to sit beside him. “Wait we need to talk. You said all you wanted was //a really good blowjob,// and I have given you //three!//” “Good memory for a dumb slut. Quality is subjective! Your last one was getting there. A few more times and you will probably be at the required level for our transaction. All the rest is just //practice//.” “You’re a slimy piece of shit, Mitch.” “Oh Taylor I love your mouth. Such dirty things always flowing in and out. Now what will it be? Is my dick going in your sweet little mouth or your tight little pussy today?” [[Resist the urge to murder him]]

Calling what you just did a “gift” makes you almost want to cry. The passions of the moment have faded, leaving just an immense, hollow void. Mitch sits up and looks at you. He looks concerned, more earnest than you have ever seen him. There is no trace of the usual smirking asshole. “A deal is a deal,” he says sadly, grabbing his phone and periodically flashing it to you as he deletes your photographs. You are shocked at the number he had snapped of you that night at the bar and how far he had gone in molesting you. You grab his phone and do a quick scroll of the files. Your pictures appear to have been deleted. You breathe the first sigh of relief in what seems like years. You toss his phone back to him walk to the door before finally turn back to face Mitch. “Goodbye forever you fucking degenerate asshole! I hope you fall down a flight of stairs and all your pets die and every relationship and piece of crap you have breaks apart and explodes into acid fire that then burns you right in your stupid fucking face,” you add for good measure. “Wow,” Mitch responds with amusement. “Tell me what you really think!” Just as you finally walk out the door, you suddenly feel Mitch’s hand on your shoulder. You spin around and slap his hand off you. “Taylor, where are you going?” he asks you sweetly, as if oblivious to the previous exchange of words. “I am getting the fuck away from you like I should have done long ago!” you reply. “You got the pictures back, Taylor. But what about the //videos?//” Mitch throws the question at you like a javelin. [[Videos?]]

Your heart falls so low in that moment it feels like it now resides in your heels. Your previous ray of hope, your momentary freedom, explodes into smithereens, a naive fantasy destroyed. Your mouth feels completely dry. “What videos?” you finally ask him. “I kinda filmed us the first night at my place. You earned the pics back, now you got to earn these, but bear in mind a video is worth a lot more than a picture.” He smiles at you, the most wolfish, horrifying grin you have ever seen. “What’s the point? You’re just going to make more shit to blackmail me! Go die in a fire! I am not doing anything else for you.” “No, no!” Mitch protests. “I am a man of my word. I promise no more pics or videos without your express permission.” “And what, you want like a hundred blowjobs in exchange!?” He shrugs. “If you are offering…” “Fuck you! I am leaving and I am never coming back.” You turn and start walking away. “Just one night is all I want, Taylor. Think about it. It is not a bad deal and I know you’re interested. I’ll keep a condom handy with your name on it!” he shouts after you, leading to several embarrassing looks from nearby residents as you storm outside and past several onlookers in the hallway. You head home and lose yourself in petty entertainments for a couple days. You have just about put your problems aside when you get a message. You pick up your phone with a feeling of trepidation. [[See what Mitch sent you]]

“Video attachment….” “Uhhhh! Uhhh! Oh Taylor! Shit yeah!” The video plays, it is a passionate session of you sucking Mitch’s cock. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cocklick2.gif" class="center"> //Fuck, from this angle it even looks like I am enjoying it!// “He fucking filmed us, that creep! But why would he incriminate himself?...oh no...it would undermine any rape claim against him. Now nobody will ever believe my story….fuck!” The text underneath the video is asking your permission to publish it, noting that the content is probably worth a bit of cash to the right perverts. You sit down, trying to imagine some possible way out of your predicament that doesn’t involve sleeping with your mortal enemy. When you don’t respond after about ten minutes, Mitch sends you another message [[Look at the new message]]

You accept Mitch’s promise. //One more night of hell and this will all be over//, you tell yourself, praying that it is true. When you arrive at Mitch's apartment you find his place to be surprisingly clean. He greets you with a ready smile and ushers you into the swelteringly hot living room. “This is the last night I am coming here,” you inform him at the very start. “Then everything you have gets deleted and we are done.” “If that’s what you want, Taylor,” he agrees without a fight. You raise an eyebrow. “Let’s just focus on enjoying ourselves, for tonight you belong to me.” You mentally deflate and sit down on the couch. Mitch hands you a frozen drink. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/drink.jpg" class="center"> You’re thirsty but suspicious so you only take a tentative sip at first. You can’t taste any alcohol or anything unusual. The fruity concoction tastes delicious and, before you know it, you’ve finished the entire thing. Mitch walks to the kitchen and comes back with two fresh drinks. You find Mitch's generosity to be a bit off-putting. [[Drink more]]

“B-but I didn’t taste any alcohol!” you object. “Exactly why chicks love these sorts of things,” he asserts. “All the fun and none of the “icky” taste. Personally I like it,” he adds as he sips his own drink, some sort of brown liquid on ice. You suddenly feel like all the previous drinks catch up with you at once. You feel flushed and hot. You can feel your ears smouldering with heat. You stumble to the bathroom and try and collect your composure. After urinating and splashing your face with cold water, you stare at your reflection swaying in the mirror. When you return to the living room Mitch is loading up his bong. “Want a rip?” he asks you as you sit down on the other end of the couch, as far from him as possible. “No, I am fine right now,” you reply, doing your best to lie smoothly and not slur your words. “You look a little out of it. Just a little rip, it will help you even yourself out. We haven’t even gotten to the fun yet and I don’t want you passing out.” You think back to the first night in Mitch’s apartment, recalling how it seemed to pass by quickly despite being torturous. Maybe the drugs did help. You glance at Mitch and find him eyeing you eagerly, an edge of sternness in his expression. “C’mon, it will feel good,” Mitch assures you. “Fine, just a little one. I am not used to this,” you say, gesturing at the large glass bong. [[Smoke the bong]]

When you open your eyes you find his face is right in front of yours. Before you can panic or move away, Mitch grabs your face and lowers his lips onto yours. “What the fuck!?” you rage and sputter, managing to push him off of you just enough to free yourself. “Taylor you said you would spend the night with me. You know what I want--what I think we both want.” You are about to flee the building, consequences be damned, when Mitch takes out a condom and sets it on the table. Your breath catches in your throat. He might as well have taken out a bullet, for the impact of the gesture nearly scares you half to death. “It is a simple choice,” Mitch continues. “Lots of people out there would be interested in those videos. Either way I am getting a win. You could too, if you relaxed a bit and tried to enjoy life for a change. So Taylor, what is it going to be? Are you going to let me fuck you or not?” he asks you point blank. Your eyes fall on the condom, a queasy feeling seizing control of your stomach. “I just want this to be over with,” you say sadly. “Good choice, Taylor. It will all be over soon and I bet it will feel really good for both of us,” he says to you as he begins to fondle your breasts and kiss, lick, and bite at the nape of your neck. As Mitch grabs at you and explores your body, you attempt to mentally detach yourself from the moment, only to be drawn back in when Mitch begins gently rubbing you between your legs. //Uh...oh my….this can’t be happening!// You feel yourself responding to Mitch’s coaxing. A mixture of alcohol, marijuana, and arousal have taken over your body. [[Give in]]

You now find it more difficult to breath. You’re being smothered with conflicting thoughts and sensations. Mitch has gotten rougher in his advances but there is a small, growing aspect of yourself that admits it feels good. A part of you wants it to stop, another silently urging him to continue. //I am a guy you//, tell yourself. //But why is my pussy tingling so much? Men do not have pussies but I now have one. Why did I come here? Because I am a coward and a pussy, //you answer your own question. Maybe it was fate to use your pussy for recompense for your childish naivety. “Uhhhnnn!” you squeal as Mitch finally presses a finger against your stomach and slides between your skin and underwear. Soon his huge hand has covered your vagina. You feel the caress of his fingers as he begins to slowly rub into your moist, sensitive folds. Soon you find that your crotch has become unbearably hot. You look over at Mitch, a shocked expression no doubt dominating your face. “What’s wrong? I am just warming you up for the main event,” he informs you, before resuming his assault. You try and think about other things, to focus on shapes in the stucco, to think of anything except what is currently happening to you, but you are unable to deny the pleasurable sensations given off by your new body. “Ohhh,” you let another sound slip through your upper lips as Mitch penetrates your lower lips with a thick finger. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t believe I have Taylor’s virgin pussy all to myself!” You are unsure how to reply to that. You close your eyes as Mitch continues to work on your pussy. He rolls his fingers around your clit for a few moments before tracing your inner labia, going back and forth until you feel your legs moving involuntarily in time with his movements. It isn’t long before you begin to feel a building pressure deep inside you. The feeling keeps growing in intensity until soon it is the only thing you can think of. You feel an orgasm rapidly approaching. //No! I can’t cum here, not like this, not with Mitch...Anyone but him, nooooo….// “AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!” your voice rings out as you climax. Your pelvis and legs shiver and convulse for a moment and the next second you feel like you are wrapped in cotton candy, covered in soft, fluffy sweetness, awash with satisfaction and a pleasurable buzz. [[Continue the night]]

Mitch chuckles and withdraws his hand from your panties. He then holds up two fingers for you to inspect. They are covered in transparent, glistening fluid. //Is that from me? Did I…? Oh no....// “Okay, I think you are ready now,” Mitch predicts with a cocky smile as he stands, looking down at you. “Let’s have one last round and then we’ll go to my bedroom.” He pulls out four shot glasses and fills them with a nearby bottle. Mitch pushes two towards you and picks up one of his own. “Cheers,” he says, in an effort to click glasses. You ignore him, lost in the swirling brown ripples. You know you should take it easy, and that your mental faculties are already compromised, but you pick up a glass anyway. //Maybe it will help me forget this night.// Mitch swallows his down in rapid succession, then looks at you with a sneer, urging you to drink yours as well. You look at Mitch and find his stare to be mocking you, silently calling you a pussy, betting you can’t or won’t drink. It is childish but you slam your drinks down, nearly gagging at the strong alcoholic aftertaste. Mitch nods approvingly and then pulls out a tiny bag of pills from an end table. He takes two out. “Want one?” he asks you. “They will make feel really good!” Mitch then pops one of the pills in his mouth and swallows. “No, I certain-ly don’t,” you answer. The newest shots are starting to affect you. You were never much of a drinker and now that you are a lot smaller you have become a super lightweight. You are already hopelessly drunk and stoned, far more than you have ever been before in your life. Adding to that just seems like monumental overkill. “Your loss,” Mitch says, popping the other pill down his throat. Mitch then begins walking down the hall. You stay seated, still trying to catch your breath and regain your bearings. Your eyes eventually land on the doorway. //This is my last opportunity to get out of here,// you think. //The last moment before the act I have been dreading.// But you are already here. You’re drunk. You’ve already committed to this awful night and events have already progressed way too far for you to turn back down now without serious consequences. [[Go to Mitch's room]]

You stand up and make several slow, wobbly steps forward, as if your feet were made of lead. The door to Mitch’s bedroom is open. When you finally reach the threshold you can see Mitch inside, seated on the bed. His room is filthy but you ignore it, stepping over a heap of garbage to stand before Mitch in all your feminine glory. Mitch studies you for a long time, as if savouring and memorizing the moment in his mind forever. //I will always remember this too,// you think sadly. //The worst moment of my life//. When Mitch is done feasting on you with his eyes, he stands and embraces you, pulling you tight to him. Your breasts are pressed hard against his thick, manly chest. He hugs you for a while, hands tightly gripping your buttocks. As much as you hate what is happening, the sensation of skin on skin feels good. Eventually you try and take a step back as Mitch tries to kiss you again. You manage to turn your head just enough to deflect it to your cheek. Soon he is kissing your collarbone and moving lower. His face lands between your breasts and he begins to motorboat you. You just stand there, powerless to resist, every ounce of your self control needed to keep your composure. Mitch begins to tease at one of your nipples with his lips and tongue as he roughly massages your other breast. Soon, it is clear you are putty in his hands. You are Mitch’s toy tonight. //But only for tonight.// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/undy.jpg" class="center"> Suddenly Mitch spins you around so your back is to the bed. He pulls your top off in one fluid motion and gently pushes you onto the bed. You are past the point of resistance and let yourself fall backwards. [[Resign yourself to your fate]]

You lie on the bed, staring up at Mitch as he slowly undresses. First he takes off his shirt, revealing a figure that took a lot of hard gym work to attain. For a split second you are jealous of his body, of his muscles, his huge cock, and his commanding height. His chest is broad and well muscled, his prominent six pack on display. It sucks but you have to admit Mitch had you outclassed in the manliness department even before your transformation. And now there could be no doubt. What was about to happen now was something primal, something shared only between a man and a woman. Mitch unbuckles his pants and slides down his boxers, now standing completely naked before you. Your eyes fall on his penis, easily double the size of your missing manhood. You cannot imagine such a thing even fitting inside you. One of Mitch’s fingers barely fit, let alone that monstrous //thing.// Using your mouth to pleasure him was humiliating enough but losing your virginity to Mitch Schnapps? That was a whole new level of fucked up. You know that this is something once done, you may never be able to recover from. Your body would heal but your mind? And what about your pride and reputation? None of it mattered anymore. Unable to wait any longer, Mitch falls on top of you. He grabs your breasts through your bra and squeezes them hard. Mitch then pulls your bra down and marvels at your chest. “You have beautiful tits, Taylor. Been awhile since I seen them in all their glory.” The reminder of the first night at the bar makes you queasy, more awful feelings are added to the ongoing maelstrom in your gut. [["Uhhh...I don't feel very good..."]]

You look down and see Mitch’s massive veiny cock poised to penetrate your virgin pussy. //This is wrong. This is so fucked up!// So many thoughts flood your mind. //I can’t believe this is my last moment as a virgin. How the hell did it come to this?// “Let’s do it,” Mitch says, as he begins to slowly thrust forward, slowly pushing his cockhead into your folds, deep into your most intimate of places. You freeze and tense up, eyes wide at the shocking and foreign sensation of penetration. It was somewhat similar to the fingers, except much bigger in impact and size. Mitch moans with joy as he plows into you, spreading and ripping you apart with his huge dick. Soon he is halfway inside you and you can feel your inner walls tightly grasping him. //No! No! Noooo! It isn’t going to fit!// You mentally scream as Mitch’s girth spreads you apart as his huge penis disappears inside you. “Unnnggggh…” <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/fpovinsert.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> “This is exactly how I imagined this,” Mitch whispers in your ear. “That expression on your face, this feeling of being inside you, everything is absolutely perfect. This is the best day of my life,” he says as he forces his entire length inside you, filling you to your very limits that moments earlier you did not even know you had. //The best day in Mitch’s life...the worst in mine.// The whole scenario seemed like some horrible nightmare, cooked up by a demented mind. Mitch continues to ransack your virgin pussy with his huge cock, plundering you deep to your very core. After what feels like an eternity, Mitch’s breath becomes ragged and thrusts begin to rapidly accelerate, his manhood sliding in and out of you at a ferocious rate. With a grunt, Mitch fills you with his semen and you gasp as you feel the warmth of his seed shoot forward and spill deep inside your center. “Uh… so deep… it almost feels like…” //Wait...did he? Yes, he just fucking came inside me!!// [[This can't be real!]]

“Where the fuck is the condom?” you ask him, staring down in horror as he withdraws his naked, glistening penis from you. You watch in horror as his semen leaks out of you, tainted with a trace of blood. “No, no, NO!” you howl in frustration. //Why is this happening to me?// You wonder in terror as tears well in your eyes. Your vagina is throbbing while your mind shudders with frustrated rage. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchdripping.gif" class="center"> “Oh! I totally forgot…” Mitch answers with a shrug. “Oh well ya got a taste of the real thing for your first time.” He shoots you a drunken grin. “Always better to have the real deal when trying something new,” he adds. “I have to…” //I have to what?// “I have to go,” you tell him. “What do you mean? You can’t go yet!” he protests. “It is only eight o'clock. I was under the impression I have you for the rest of the night.” You wipe the tears from your eyes. “But you already...//we// already…” “That was just a warm up! I have been saving up all week for this,” he says the words confidently, gesturing at his cock that has somehow become completely hard again. “W-what?” you stammer, shocked at his stamina. //He just came and he is already rock hard again.// You’re not sure how that makes you feel. There was no way you could have recovered so quickly even on your horniest days as a teenage boy. //Is he that turned on by me?// Mitch slides off the bed and begins rummaging around. He pulls out a fucking BOX of condoms. You stare in shock at the box. //Forty eight extra large “magnum” style condoms,// you read the label in disbelief. “Don’t worry we won’t use the //whole// box tonight,” he jokes when he sees your expression. “I do aim to get through as many as I can though. Been popping these all day to help,” he adds, holding up a small viagra bottle before popping a pill into his mouth. [[You hate Mitch so much right now]]

Your mind and sense of self is in shambles. Mitch has just given you the most intense and mind blowing orgasms of your life. You don’t know how you will ever recover from it. //Mitch has ruined me,// you think as you head home with a very unsteady almost bow legged walk, your entire body aching from your first night of hard fucking. A part of you knows that you will never be the same again. A few days go by. Your brain and body recover somewhat although a dull soreness pervades your nether region long after your other pains fade. You find yourself feeling tired and depressed, lethargically going throughout your daily motions. Your life goes on and you do things where your new gender has no impact. You binge watch some Netflix but don't really get any enjoyment from the shows. Even though your problems are ostensibly solved, you feel hollow. You continue to go about your day to day tasks mindlessly. One day while fruitlessly browsing the web for a cure, you feel a sudden desire to get stoned. //It would be nice to just relax for a bit,// you tell yourself, even though that is basically what you have been doing for the past two weeks. You send a few messages to try and find a hookup but no one gets back to you except Jimmy who is dry. You only knew of one other, completely unacceptable option. //Not like I am going to call Mitch!// You dismiss that idea before it is even fully formed. [[Try and sleep...]]

“What kind of dream was I having?” you wonder. “I guess girls can have wet dreams too….wait...what was I---?” Your blood runs cold as a fragment of your dream floats to the surface of your memory. //Mitch. Oh my god.// You had tried to not think about what had happened to you that night but it was impossible. Even if you consciously banished the thoughts from your waking mind, your dreams were another matter entirely. The experience had deeply affected you as a person. You only had one excessively brief sexual experience as a man. Enough to claim you had lost your virginity, but not enough to claim proficiency. What had happened to you the past two weeks had now given you far more sexual experience than you would have liked. Yet it was impossible to deny that you had sex with a man and had orgasmed more times than you could count. You now had far more sex as a woman than you had as a man. You had even lost your virginity a second time… to Mitch. Your pathetically quick ejaculation paled in comparison to the constantly cycling pleasurable renewal of a woman’s orgasm. It was a bit hard to judge, but you are quite confident that women have men beat in the sex arena. Not only was it easier to get as an attractive woman but the sensations were beyond comparison. “Women fantasize about men all the time!” you try and rationalize. You are in the body of a woman now. It isn’t your fault. It is //Mitch’s// fault. //That stupid, insufferable, fucking asshole....// //It isn’t my fault he has that thick, muscled chest, that six pack you could rock climb on, and that huge, untiring cock… FUCKING HELL! Seriously, what is wrong with me?// You shake your head to dispel the bizarre thoughts that come unbidden to your mind. You feel so horribly conflicted. “If I am seriously fantasizing about Mitch it might be time to actually kill myself.” You put your head in your hands. “C’mon Taylor. It is just //this// body, reacting to //his// body. Nothing more to it. The guy is repulsive,” you tell yourself, despite the growing dampness between your legs. [[Continue on]]

You stop when you see <<popup "Mitch" "Mitch desc">> leaning against the wall. It is the first time you have seen him since...that night. Jerry seemed to sense the weird vibe. “You two know each other, right?” “Yeah, Taylor and I go way back,” says Mitch. He eyes you from head to toe and gives you a leering grin. “Cool.” Jerry sparks up a doobie and then passes it to you. You are split with indecision. You kind of want to kick Mitch in the balls. You know it would be best to just leave. Yet, the alluring smoke calls you forward. You decide that you and Mitch have nothing to say to each other and that you’re just going to enjoy a free toke and leave. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/joint.jpg" class="center"> The joint gets passed around a few times and soon you are completely baked. You look over at Mitch and find him staring at you nearly constantly, his gaze focused upon your modest chest. When the joint is finished you feel uncomfortable and overly self conscious. “I am going to go, thanks for the toke. I appreciate it,” you say to Jerry. You turn to leave and find Mitch standing next to your way out. You walk by him without a word, trying not to even look at him. For just an instant, you are side by side. “I have been thinking about you every night. Still got a few condoms left if you’re interested,” Mitch whispers to you as you pass. [[Go home]]

Mitch’s taunt sticks with you during the walk home. You try to banish Mitch from your mind, but find that he is taking up more and more of your thoughts regardless of your preference. You hate him, that’s undeniably true. But there is also some disturbed part of you that also finds him attractive. The next day you wake up you see that you have a message. A picture attachment from Mitch. “Not again!” you say aloud, immediately fearing more blackmail. After a moment of hesitation, you tap the image. It is a high resolution picture of Mitch’s junk. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/dpic.jpg" class="center"> “EW!” you yelp as you throw the phone down with disgust. [[Continue your day]]

You clean the house and do laundry, catching up on many of the chores you have been neglecting lately. After eating a snack you begin to feel a bit frisky. You start browsing the internet, and eventually the topics turn naughty. You feel yourself warming up, and so finally settle on some of your favourite blowjob pictures. You begin to rub yourself and fantasize. You feel hot and your pleasure keeps steadily increasing until it is all you can think about. You stare at the picture in front of you, your eyes moving from the girl to the cock. The girl has an absolutely euphoric expression on her face as she devours the huge dick in front of her. //Oh my this is so hot.// You find a video of the same model and click play. You watch the pornstar with fascination, you feel a bit uncomfortable but completely turned on. The girl’s blissful expression and the way her tongue and lips massage her partner’s cock leaves your own panties a mess, you can clearly see the engorged rose bud of your clit. Your hand begins to move faster and faster as you mentally slip into the video. //It feels so good to have my dick sucked.// Suddenly your mental perspective shifts and you imagine yourself sucking the cock in the picture. For a moment you are that girl on her knees and you longingly stick your tongue out at the screen. You cum hard a moment later. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/fempovmasturbate.jpg" class="center"> Unlike when you were a man, instead of an orgasm ending your fap session, as a girl an O kick-started it. Soon you are masturbating like crazy. You are hot and bothered, searching for the perfect picture or video to finish to. You keep looking and soon become frustrated. After your first few orgasms, you try to move away from any porn involving a penis. Yet nothing you see quite fits the bill. [[Keep masturbating]]

You text <<popup "Jimmy" "Jimmy desc">>, the local party hound, and ask him if anything is happening. He texts you an address with the description “house party.” //Perfect,// you think. You slip into a sexy black dress belonging to your sister and head to the party. You let loose. You get pretty drunk and find yourself having a blast. You spot Jimmy talking with a crowd of girls. One is <<popup "Rhea" "Rhea desc">>, a blonde bombshell and self professed “sex goddess”. You do not recognize the others. Jimmy is giving handing out small tablets. Drunk and curious you slink over and ask Jimmy what he has. “Magic,” he replies, handing you a tiny pink tablet. “It's concentrated happiness; it's chemical bliss,” explains the lanky man. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/pinkpill.jpg" class="scenter"> Normally you would have refused without a second thought, but now you are feeling adventurous. You feel you were more than overdue some happiness even if it is artificial. Your life this semester has been nothing but a long slog. You pop the pink tablet into your mouth without another thought. [[Mingle]]

The words disappear like fog boiled off by the light of day. You keep dancing, eager to let the pink guide your night. The experience feels more liberating that you could have possibly imagined. “Hey Taylor,” a low voice greets you. You turn and face Mitch and find that your first instinct to hate him seems to be bypassed. He eyes you over and breaks into his usual, cocky grin. “Wow your pupils are huge….what are you on tonight, babe?” “The pink magic of love,” you reply, sure it is the right answer. Mitch grins. He reaches forward and presses two fingers under your chin, feeling for your pulse. You gasp at his touch. Yet you don’t protest, you let him touch you and even manage a weak smile. “Holy fuck,” he laughs at the apparent speed of your racing heart. He runs his hands over your thighs and his touch makes you gasp and shiver. Every bit of your skin feels like it has become an erogenous zone, even the barest touch sending lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through your body. [[Talk to Mitch]]

“I never would have imagined I would be able to get you back here so soon,” Mitch says to you when you are alone together in his room. You couldn’t have imagined it either. Mitch is staring at your tits. “That dress looks amazing on you,” he says after a moment of ogling. “Thanks,” you awkwardly reply. “Now let’s get it off you!” Mitch yells as he advances on you. Soon you are stripped naked and thrown onto the bed. You yelp in surprise as you are tossed onto the covers. “How are you feeling?” Mitch asks you. You had momentarily lost yourself in the soft feeling of your skin on the cool sheets. “I feel really good...and warm,” you answer, not quite remembering who are speaking to. Your body is begging to be touched, you keep rubbing your hands all over yourself. The euphoric waves are still pulsing through your body. You almost feel like you are floating upon a magic cloud. The mattress creaks as someone lies down beside you. You turn to face the intruder and see Mitch naked and up close. “Mitch? Why are you here?” you ask him, suddenly confused. Your mind seems so foggy, you can’t quite remember. It seems so disconcerting, like a disturbing dream. “Is this a dream?” you ask him. “Of course it is Taylor. No consequences. No strings attached. Just a dream you will forget in the morning. Now it is time to have some fun!” “Oh, that’s good,” you say as a wave of euphoria washes over you. The room continues to spin around. //There is no reason to be ashamed in a dream. In fact, I might as well enjoy myself, // a soft voice whispers from somewhere within your mind. [[Enjoy the "dream"]]

Mitch suddenly kisses you and the sensation is so pleasurable you finally let him after a brief struggle. He pushes you on your back and climbs on top of you, using his strong hands to firmly push open your legs. “If a kiss, or a mere touch feels that good...I bet you are wondering what it would feel like to have sex right now!” “Uhh….” the thought had just crossed your mind. “I want your permission, Taylor. Say, “you have my permission to do anything you want, Mitch” and I will make you cum so hard you won’t be able to walk in the morning.” You find your own breath is now coming too fast. Your heart is racing. The tingling throughout your body, radiating from your centre is making you squirm underneath Mitch’s steady figure. Soon you cannot take it anymore. “Do whatever you want!” you tell him. //It is only a dream. Please let this only be a dream...// [[Give in to your urges]]

Eventually you untangle yourselves. Just when you think the night is finally winding down, Mitch begins to tease you again. It isn’t long before he has re-stoked the fires burning within you. “Why are you doing this?” you ask him, as Mitch coaxes a moan from you as he teases your nipples. “Because it’s a dream. You want this, remember?” he says while urging open your legs. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchfpov.jpg" class="center"> “I uh….uh….” you cannot reply as Mitch begins to rub you faster and faster, suddenly penetrating you with his middle and ring fingers. “Oh!” He begins to speed up, his hand turning into a human vibrator. Soon you can’t take it anymore and shudder, coaxed into yet another incredible release. [[This is the best dream ever!]]

"Mitch, let's be real here. We are both guys and neither of us are gay...unless I misread you…" "I am not gay," Mitch answers your implied question. "Right, neither am I. A bunch of super fucked up shit has happened to me. Maybe you're not that bad of a guy, who the fuck knows? But I don't have time to find out. I have to figure out how the hell I can return to normal. Unless you can help me with that man, please just give me some space. I have //serious fucking issues.// Going on a play date with you is not a high priority - if this is even a serious request. Please, if you do actually have some weird man-crush on me or whatever, then please do me the kindness of not pressuring me right after my entire fucking life has been turned upside down. Be a nice guy and leave me the fuck alone." Mitch nods. "So...give you some time and space?" "Yes! Exactly! Time and space. //A lot of time and space.//" //Like a bad sci-fi movie!// "How much...time?" "I dunno! How about a m---three months!" //That should be more than enough time for me to figure all this shit out.// You have always been fond of optimistic estimates. "Three months!?" Mitch balks. "Yeah, come back in three months if you don't want me to think you are a huge creeper!" "I---uhh...okay…" You are pretty stunned when Mitch just gives up and walks away. //I can't believe that actually worked...// [[Go inside your house]]

//Fucking Mitch! I can’t believe that scumbag.// You rub your battered fists as a litany of curses storms through your mind. A few minutes later, you are back home and washing cool water over your knuckles when you hear a voice. “Taaaaylor! You home?” the voice shouts. //Fuck! It’s Julie…. What the hell I am supposed to say to her?// A second later you are trapped when Julie stands in the doorway. “Um...Hi? How did you get in here? Who are you?” Julie looks confused. //Fuck...I guess this was bound to happen anyway.// “Um. Julie, this is a bit hard to explain…” [[You decide to tell Julie the truth]]

When you wake up Mitch is still on top of you and your head is throbbing. All illusions of last night being a dream vanish immediately. // Oh fuck what have I done? How fucking stupid am I? Fuck, fuck, fuck! // Getting super drunk. Mysterious pink tablets. Going home with Mitch. You should write a textbook on how to make bad decisions. You manage to shove Mitch off of you and walk unsteadily to the bathroom. You sit on the toilet, catching a glimpse of your messed up hair and makeup. You feel dizzy and completely numb. The world last night was in full color, today everything was in drab black and white. You suddenly become conscious of that fact that all the crusty white stuff covering your body is comprised of Mitch’s semen. With a feeling of horror your hand shoots to your pussy, its lips puckered and sore. You let a finger probe your entrance and then pull it up for inspection. It smells awful, covered with the unmistakable texture and odor of semen. You shift position to get a better look at yourself and wince as your pussy begins to ache. “How many times did he cum inside me last night?” you wonder. You are unsure how your reproductive system is functioning. You don’t even know if it is possible for you to get pregnant, but the last thing you would want would be to have to bear Mitch’s fucking child. You almost vomit at the thought. You creep back into Mitch’s room and gather your clothes as silently as possible. You find everything except your panties, dress quietly, and then leave the apartment complex. When you get home the first thing you do is shower and try and wash the memories of the previous night away. The next day you don’t feel well and decide to avoid your friends for a bit. Evan and Drew would realize something is wrong. You decide to skip class and hang out at home. Just around the time morning class would be starting you hear a knock at your door. [[Answer the door]]

You open it and see the last person you want to at the moment. <<popup "Mitch" "Mitch desc">> is standing on your doorstep grinning at you. “Can I come in?” he asks you. “No, go away please.” “Awe, come on Taylor. Don’t be that way. I just came back to return your panties.” He says the the last three words loud enough to draw some strange looks from a couple walking nearby. “Fuck! Be quiet.” “I just want to talk.” “Fine.” You let him inside. “Nice place,” he says as he looks around. “Uh huh, now what do you want? You aren’t going to be able to blackmail me with those panties.” “Yeah I know. I just wanted to say I had a blast last night. I was wondering if you wanted to make it a regular thing.” “Uh, fuck no,” you answer immediately. Mitch laughs. “I knew you would say that!” He takes your panties and a small baggie out of his pocket. “Well here are some gifts for you anyway. Well see ya around Taylor. Let me know if you ever need anything or get a craving that needs satisfying.” With that he thankfully leaves you alone. A week goes by and you finally have a moment when you notice the baggie Mitch left you. You had considered throwing it out until you realized it contained the same beloved pink tablets you had enjoyed before. Despite your best efforts, you are unable to muster the willpower to flush them down the toilet. [[Try to resist]]

The next day all you can think about is the pink tablet and your desire to try it again. Eventually the allure becomes too great. You decide to try one, while staying safely at home this time. That way getting into mischief should be impossible. You consume a tablet and soon find yourself in a chemically induced paradise. You bask in the euphoric sensations until you feel completely at peace. Then, suddenly, an image of Mitch appears in your mind’s eye. Buff and manly he stands before you in all his glory, his fully engorged cock is proof of his excitement. Your hand moves to your pussy and you begin to play with yourself, masturbating the entire night away, chasing the spectre of some horrible perversion that had once left you satisfied. The next night you consume another tablet and enjoy yourself in much the same manner. The day after your second test, the thought of taking a break occurs to you but the call of pleasure is too much to ignore. You had a lot of fun at home but you notice the pleasure had lessened considerably from your first time trying it. You take a break for a few days before taking another tablet. It rejuvenated the experience. It was awesome again, almost as good as you remember it being the first time. Over the next two weeks you consume almost a tablet a day. Your midterms come and go and you mostly bomb them but you don’t particularly care. You are obviously building up a tolerance to the tablets but find life dull without them. One day you decide to take two. Your glorious experience returns. You have an experience that is impossible to explain or describe. You become one with the universe, a hippy cliche. You do two every time after that until one horrible day you find your supply is now empty. You go a day without and it is torture compared to your previous bliss. You reach out to all your sketchiest friends, Jimmy first among them, but no one has a supply. Jerry gave you your only good lead, but you know contacting Mitch again would lead down a rabbit hole of self destruction. Another day passes and you start to rationalize approaching Mitch. You kick the thought away but it stubbornly returns again and again. After a week, you decide that you have had enough of painful, sober waiting. [[Contact Mitch]]

“Taylor my dear.” Mitch grins as he opens the door to let you inside. “I had a feeling I would see you again one day. So what’s up? Blowjob for old time’s sake?” he jokes. “No, I am here for business. Do you have anymore of those pink wonders?” “Hmm. Those are really hard to get at the moment. I have other stuff.” “I would really prefer the pink ones,” you reply. “You know what? For you Taylor, I will scour the city until you are satisfied. You look beautiful as ever, but a bit frayed. I got something that might pep you up, no charge.” He holds up a tiny spoon of what you think is cocaine. You have only ever seen it in the movies. “Uh, no thanks,” you say, raising your hands to ward off the drugs. “Well that isn’t very polite. I am doing you a favour, the least you can do is accept my hospitality and maybe do me one in return. Just try a teensy little bit and see if you like it.” You can already feel your crumbling self control. You subconsciously came here for the pursuit of something that would make you feel better. “Fine,” you say, inhaling the powder with a snort. You immediately feel //really// good. You feel incredibly focused, like your happiness switch has been turned from off to on. You look around Mitch’s dirty apartment, noticing more details than ever before. You have never felt so awake, confident, and aware of your surroundings. Your eyes snap to Mitch as he begins to take off his pants. “What are you doing?” you ask him. “I’ll get you your pills, sweetie, no charge. But you are going to blow me in return. I want you to make me cum and swallow every drop like the slut you are, or else no pink pills. //Ever.//” [[Respond to Mitch]]

You are taken aback by the ultimatum. You had intended to pay cash. You had brought two hundred dollars, yet now the type of transaction had changed and Mitch’s hard cock was again in front of you. You open your mouth to plead with him but realize it is put to better use elsewhere. You kneel before Mitch. You begin by kissing the head of his penis, rolling your tongue over it repeatedly until you taste nothing but the sourness and sweaty tang of Mitch’s dirty cock. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cockkiss.jpg" class="center"> "Ohhh yeah! Thatta girl!" [[Service Mitch]]

As you walk home you suddenly notice Evan. He spots you a second later and runs up to you. “Taylor, you ghost! Haven’t seen you around much, are you okay? How ya been?” “I am fine,” you reply absently. “Doesn’t really look like it. You’ve been skipping a lot of class lately too,” he observes. “And I was talking to Jimmy the other day and he said you left a party with //Mitch!// I told him he needs to get glasses. As if you would ever go home with….” His voice suddenly cuts off, your lack of prompt denial and expression must have given you away. “You went with him? Like back to his place? Taylor? What-the-fuck?” You bite your lip but nod sadly after a moment. You don’t mention the drugs or the fact you are just returning from the same place, and can still faintly taste Mitch’s semen lingering on your tongue. Evan looks like you just informed him all dogs are capable of speech. “Are you and Mitch….a //thing?// Like dating?” he asks, still confused and looking for confirmation of your shocking relationship. “No, no, of course not.” “Did he take advantage of you?” Evan asks you and you almost laugh. //Understatement of the year.// “A bit. It doesn’t matter anymore. I am fine,” you assure him. “Well if that creep touches you let me know and I will “talk” with him.” Evan makes a fist. That is a touching offer but you are quite sure Mitch would beat the shit out of Evan if it ever came to that. “Well I got to head to class-you should try it some time. If you need anything or want to hang out, text me. See ya Taylor,” Evan says as he departs with a wave. [[Proceed home]]

You wander home and find yourself watching TV. You frequently stare into space, feeling lethargic and dazed. All the shows seem boring. You find yourself thinking about your meeting with Mitch earlier. How you dropped down on your knees and eagerly serviced him. You feel worthless and wretched. How is it you could have possibly fell so far, so fast? You silently wish you had something to distract you from your self hating thoughts. You make a snack and find that even the food tastes uninteresting and bland. You go and have a long nap until you hear the beep of a text message. You pick up your phone and look at the message. It reads: “I got the pink. Will trade the pink for pink ;) -M” “What? He can’t be serious.” //Of course he is serious, fucking Mitch.// The prospect of fucking Mitch for drugs makes you feel even sicker. The worst part is you know how bad you want them and watching yourself rationalize the action is an exercise in mental gymnastics. What would your parents think of you now? “It is just a quick, in and out, and I will save lots of money,” you tell yourself. “The orgasms are just a bonus.” It has been days since your last tablet. You text Mitch, “BRT.” Soon you are in a familiar situation, standing awkwardly in Mitch’s apartment with sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. [[Greet Mitch]]

“Found the good stuff,” he says with a smile, tossing you a tiny bottle that rattles as you catch it. // Fuck, //you think, realizing that there is only about a dozen tablets inside. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/pinkpill.jpg" class="scenter"> //Better than nothing,// you figure. Mitch interrupts you with a polite cough. “Ahem.” You turn towards him and he moves uncomfortably close to you. He opens up the baggie in your hand and takes out two tablets. He pops one in his mouth and holds the other for you. “Say “ahhh,” he jokes. You open your mouth and Mitch sets the tablet on your tongue. You wanted to avoid trying them here but it is too late now. The silver lining is at least you will probably enjoy yourself. [[Swallow the pill]]

“Taaaaaaaylor! You home?” Julie’s voice rings throughout your house. “In here!” you call back but instantly regret doing so as your new soprano voice echoes down the hall. You hear a thumping noise and the sound of footsteps. The next moment your sister Julie enters your room, at first looking annoyed and then incredibly confused as her eyes focus on you and the otherwise empty room. “Who are you!? Where is my brother?” “I// am //your brother,” you respond. “You do look kind of familiar,”she admits after about thirty seconds of eyeing you. “Except for the part about your gender, my brother is… well you know, he is my// brother,// he’s a //guy//…You are obviously not.” Before you can respond she plows on, “So are you Taylor’s new girlfriend? He is such a creep, he picks a girl that looks exactly like me! How fucked is that?” Julie's attitude annoys you. You decide to: [[Correct her]] [[Follow along]] <<set $ftaylor to true>>

“Hey Julie. It is actually //me.//” “Huh?” Julie raises an eyebrow. “I am your brother.” “Haha, sure you are! Is he hiding in the closet or something?” “Our parents are Margaret and Ted...uh I was born at the university hospital Jan 4th 1995, we used to go camping at Gapeto Lake every summer and you and I would always sneak off and we used to throw things at the outhouse whenever anyone went outside. We were real //shit disturbers.// You also got a big mole on your b--” “OKAY! //Enough.// I somewhat believe you. What the hell happened?” “Fuck if I know.” “Taylor… that isn’t a very good answer.” “I am aware of that!” you snap. "My life is fucked!" “Well what are you going to do?” “I don’t know.” Julie peers around the room. “Are you sure Taylor isn’t hiding in the closet?” “Fucking hell! I told you, I am right here! Please just listen to me for fuck's sake!” “I meant metaphorically...mostly at least. It is still a bit hard to believe...but I would know my brother’s potty mouth anywhere and you are...//definitely// Taylor Roux. Plus now that I look at you, you’re wearing //my// shirt and that stupid necklace you always do.” “Thank you!” “So you //obviously// need my help.” “What do you mean? You’re not a scientist.” “No, I am your //sister,// and I am exactly what you need right now." [[Let your sister "help" you]]

You briefly consider correcting her but decide against it. // It would be fun to tease her for a change.// “I guess he just has good taste?” you suggest instead. Your sister laughs. “I guess that is one way to look at it. You are pretty damn hot if I do say so--hah I feel I am complimenting myself abit by extension,” your sister says with a giggle. Her expression then hardens and her eyes narrow. “We do look a lot alike though...we would definitely be mistaken for sisters if we went out. Might be fun… Oh! We could double date!” “Uh…” “So, how did you and Taylor meet?” [[Make up some bullshit]]

“We met online," you answer. "Taylor is a fucking great guy. Really smart, good looking too--and he’s a pro in the sack!” you boast. “Really?” Your sister seems quite surprised at your words. The confused look on her face is so comical you nearly laugh out loud. “So, you two have already done it, eh?” “Yep, and he was //fucking fantastic.//” “Funny, I haven’t heard about you. And you’re already banging my brother and hanging around our place like you own it.” “Yep! So what?” “You must be a huge fucking slut then.” “Hey, fuck you! That’s not a very nice thing to say.” “I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” Julie clarifies. Just as you are about to yell at her, she says, “Don’t worry, I am a big slut too.” Her candid admission stuns you. “So… what’s your name?” Julie asks you next. //What is my name?// Such an obvious question leaves you floundering. “I am ...T---------Tammy,” you reply. “You don’t seem so sure,” Julie observes, raising an eyebrow. “I am super sure! I am Tammy alright, 100%!” “I’m--” “Julie, I know...uh- Taylor told me.” “I see. Well...where is my loser brother then?” //Fuck.// “Uh, he is...out with some fat nerdy guy I think.” Your sister sighs and shakes her head in disbelief. “Yep, that sounds like Taylor all right. Has a huge babe, a total sex kitten at home but spends his time playing fucking video games. What do you see in that loser?” she asks you bluntly. “Like I said...he’s….pretty charming and uh….” “Trust me, you can do better. Taylor’s a good kid and all but he isn’t quite in the same league as...well,// us//.” Julie shoots you a coy smile. “Taylor’s loss and my gain.” You don’t question your sister, merely content to stand idle nearby. You’ve got yourself into this weird circumstance, now how the fuck do you get out? “So, two bored sluts alone in a room...” your sister says, as if starting the beginning of a common joke. [[Look back at Julie]]

You fruitlessly search the internet until your eyes feel too heavy to continue. [[Fall asleep]]

You awake to the sound of a garbage truck outside. Your eyes spring open. //Please tell me this has all been a dream!// you think as your hand darts into your pants. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/doublecheck.jpg" class="center"> "Fuck." Your penis is still MIA. [[Continue with your day]]

Disgusted and disturbed by his reaction, you look away and try and focus on the TV screen. Even with your head turned, you feel Drew’s gaze drawn to your body. His unabashed, almost autistic, creepy stare begins to study every inch of your figure. You turn to your friend, catching him staring directly at you, with a dumb, open mouthed stare. “What?” you demand. “I-I I am sorry, I just have never been alone before with such a beautiful girl,” he answers, sounding so serious and earnest that you almost want to slap him. “I am NOT a girl, you idiot!” you counter. “I know that… but my body doesn’t.” “You’re such an idiot sometimes,” you chide him with a deep sigh. You grab a chip and throw it up into the air in an attempt to toss it into your mouth. The chip bounces off your face and sails under a nearby end table. Drew laughs. “Graceful!” he comments as you walk over to retrieve the chip, bending over and half crawling under the table to reach it. As soon as it is in hand, you realize that your compromising position has accidently afforded Drew a great view of your ass. //Fuck!// You think as you awkwardly shimmy backwards and rise to your feet. When you look at Drew his face his flushed and he doesn’t quite look you in the eye. “Anyway that is enough kicking your ass today, Drew. I need to do some “homework” and see if I can find any clues about….whatever the hell happened to me. I am not super excited to become a lab rat. Let me know if you have any ideas. I will see ya tomorrow,” you say as you rise to leave. “See you tomorrow Taylor!” Drew calls to you as you exit his house. You only make it a few steps outside before you realize you forgot your bag. [[Retrieve your belongings]]

You sigh and dash back up the steps to Drew’s house. You knock and wait 15 seconds but there is no reply. // I just have to get my bag…// It was only in the living room, it would just take a second. You open the door, which is thankfully unlocked, and head to the living room. As you near the main floor bathroom you hear a strange sound. “Huh? What is that noise?” It sounded a lot like...moaning. //Ew!// Just as you tiptoe by the bathroom, you hear Drew inside. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Taaaaaaaaaaaylllor!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…..” Drew calls out in a moment of passion. You feel a sensation of revulsion as you inadvertently visualize the scene inside the bathroom. “Uhhh…. Uhhh….” You can hear drew panting inside. “Oh...my….god....~Taaaylor.” //Wow! That was the most awkward and fucked up thing ever//, you think as you snatch your bag and ghost out of the house. You hear Drew exit the bathroom just as you slip outside. The walk home was filled with conflicting thoughts about Drew and the reactions you seem to evoke from people now that you are a girl. [[Search for information on your condition]]

“Come with me,” your sister says, with enough sternness her suggestion borders on a demand. You follow your sister to the bathroom. “You look ratty and boyish,” she appraises you under the bright lights. “Uh huh...maybe because I am a fucking boy?” Your sister gives you a disparaging look. She pulls down a folding chair and sets it in front of the mirror, before pushing you down on it. Julie starts to roughly brush your hair. “I can’t believe how long your hair got! By the way, did you steal underwear from me too?” she asks you, as she works out a tangle. “Of course not.” “Well you’re going to need a bra or a chiropractor: pick one. We Roux ladies are fairly well endowed. At least compared to the men.” //I noticed...// “Ughhh! Leave me alone!” The apparent fact your family is known for small dicks and big breasts makes you cringe. Suddenly you feel your sister’s hands on the crotch of your jeans. “What the fuck!? Julie!?” “Nope, those boyshorts are gone,” your sister orders as she tugs at your pants. “I will wear what I want,” you evenly reply. Your sister’s domineering nature is beginning to get on your nerves. “Not if you want to be comfortable and sexy.” “I don’t care about being sexy!” “Didn’t you care about your appearance before? [[What were all those lame workout attempts for then?”]]

<<set $ftaylor to true>> The next morning you arrive early for class. Your arrival triggers Drew and Evan to come from their separate corners and meet you in the middle of the atrium. “Hi, Taylor,” Drew greets you. He looks a tad nervous, well above his usual level of nervousness at least. “Still a girl, eh?” Evan says to you as he saunters up to you and Drew. “Obviously.” “That sucks,” Evan replies. He doesn’t sound disappointed in the least. Neither of your friends seem too bothered by your transformation and that fact actually pisses you off a little bit. You are certain that if one of your friends had been the victim of a similar transformation, you would not remain composed. You chat for a few minutes until class begins. Mr. Deter begins a very boring lecture and you soon find yourself zoning out. Eventually class is over and your friends join you by the doorway. “I need to find a way to go back to the way I was before,” you re-explain your intentions to your friends. //Ugh, what the heck am I going to do now?// At least after class you have some free time. You really need to search for more information on your predicament. Drew and Evan are eyeing each other warily, it doesn’t seem like they have much interest in working together. Still, you might be able to convince them. You decide to... [[Ask Evan for help]] [[Ask Drew for help]] [[Ask your friends to work together]] [[Search by yourself]]

“Hey Ev, can you maybe take a bit of time out of your super busy schedule and help me?” you ask Evan. He seems a bit surprised at your request. “Sure, of course! Always willing to help a lady in distress,” he readily responds. “That is NOT helping, you dick!” “Okay, I am sorry. I will help you //and// I will try and behave myself.” “Okay, but no more weird shit.” “You might as well tell me not to breathe,” he replies with a laugh. “I guess I will see what I can find out by myself. I will do my best, Taylor,” Drew pledges before waddling off. You and Evan eventually head to the library and start searching the databases. You find a few very technical papers that go way over your head but end up finding nothing that would explain what happened to you. //This is obviously something new...I guess even recent journals wouldn’t have anything.// Eventually your rumbling stomach reminds you that you have been at it for hours. “Ahhh, I am starving.” “Me too,” Evan agrees. “Want to go to the cafeteria?” “Yeah, we could--” “Oh!” Evan cuts you off with excitement as an idea apparently pops into his head. “What about that pizzeria on the corner near campus? They have a special today, large pizza half off if you dine in.” “That does sound good,” you admit. “And I guess I could treat you since you are helping me out." “Great! Let’s go!” [[Go to the pizzeria with Evan]]

You decide to ask Drew for help. He is a super smart guy and well informed, so you figure he could definitely help you if he put his big brain to work for you. As you accept Drew’s offer, Evan looks a bit miffed and walks off with an irritated half-wave. Finding your unintended sashay to be humorous juxtaposition to Drew’s large, plodding frame, you walk along beside you friend, arriving at Drew’s place without incident. Faced with the choice of work or play, you always choose play. Without much thought, you get right into dueling it out with Drew in a series of fighting games. Despite the fall season, it is sweltering outside. It is late in the afternoon and since Drew doesn’t have AC, the house is already heating up. You throw off your sweater and unbutton the top of your shirt to prevent suffocation. Drew’s mouth falls open as you take your seat next to him. You look at him and raise an eyebrow, then glance down at yourself and the ample cleavage you are displaying and laugh. “Don’t get distracted!” you advise Drew with an facsimile of a giggle as you dropkick Drew’s fighter off a ledge into a pit of boiling lava. “Damn that move is so over-powered,” complains Drew. He suddenly groans and rubs his belly. “Oh that chili dog I ate earlier isn’t sitting well,” he relates. “Ugh...I will be right back,” he says as he gets up and heads to the washroom. “Oh yeah, feel free to get a drink or something from the fridge if you want,” he calls from the hallway as he leaves your sight. You take his suggestion and grab a soda from the fridge. As you head back to the living room, you pass the bathroom and hear a soft whimper-like sound. An awkward sense of deja vu seizes you. //Fucking please say that isn’t what I think it is.// You were in the next damn room! Yet maybe that proximity was the problem. //Nah, Drew has good self-control...I hope,// you dubiously assure yourself. You hear a soft groan and then Drew grunts in relief on the other side of the door. //Gross!// you think as some dirty poop joke comes to mind. Or maybe he was really mastur---//No//, you can’t let yourself think about //that// incident. You will definitely suffer from recurring nightmares. You suppress a shiver of disgust and head back to the living room. You turn off the game and see a new episode of one of your favourite shows. You change the channel and sip on your soda. //Mmmm...Cherry.// It has been a long damn time since you’ve had one. //Too long.// You laugh as you remember an moment from years earlier involving you, Drew, and Evan and several stained tongues from various slushie combinations during a convenience store madness sale when they were 25 cents each. //So many slushies.// You imagine that one week alone increased your chance of getting diabetes by at least 50%. [[Watch TV]]

After thinking about it for a moment, it seems obvious that the efforts of three people should be greater than you pairing off or working alone. Perhaps you are putting your friends in danger by even asking for their help, but you know that there is strength in numbers and besides...they want to help you...just not while working side by side. “Evan. Drew. My life is //fucked.// Please help me deal with this,” you implore your friends with pleading eyes. “I don’t want to end up as an experiment...I don’t want to //die,//” you confide in your friends. Your words and the emotional edge to your voice clearly has an impact on your companions. “We will definitely help you, Taylor,” Drew assures you. “Right, Evan?” he presses your other friend. “Yeah, of course,” Evan agrees. “Anything you need! I am sure that if our situations were reversed you wouldn’t let me get dissected either.” “Ugh...//dissected//… fuck… and you guys wonder why I might be a little bit concerned? Lately I have been watching these crazy vidtube videos...and //wow// the world is a scary place.” “Yeah, man! Vidtube knows //everything//. My cousin just bought five hundred pounds of Premium Bone Broth from Alexander Jones. It sounds disgusting, costs a fortune, and supposedly tastes worse than it sounds but holy fuck the //benefits,// man. My cousin said he would share with me when the chaos from the next magnetic pole reversal kicks in. That is like //totally// top quality broth, braw...who is wearing a bra, hah.” “Shut up. I have to wear one otherwise creeps like you will stare at my nipples!” [[you yell at Evan.]]

After some careful thought, you decide it is best not to involve your friends in whatever you have gotten caught up in. It might be even dangerous for all you know. Until you learn more, you think it is best to keep them at arm’s length - for the safety of everyone involved. Still, going it alone with no leads isn’t very appealing at all. Yet you need to start somewhere. You walk outside as you mull over your course of action. After a time, a few ideas occur to you. In the end, you decide to: [[Go home and search the internet]] [[Search for leads on campus]] [[Go to the hospital and see if you can get some tests done]]x

A short walk later you arrive at the pizzeria. It is surprisingly crowded owing in part to the special and in part due to the quality. You order a large supreme pizza and a couple of draft beers. The beer goes down easy after a long stressful day. You decide to order another round while you wait for your pizza. When it finally arrives the two of you pig out. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/pizzeria.jpg" class="center"> Sadly, your stomach seems to have shrunken with the rest of you and you are only able to eat two slices before your pace slows to nothing. You zone out for a moment and notice Evan staring at you. The conversation ceases and suddenly you feel a bit strange, as a nervous air seizes hold of your little bubble. “To be honest...I have had a thing for Julie for years,” Evan finally breaks the silence. The admission catches you off guard. You knew most of your friends found Julie attractive but this seems to go deeper. You begin to respond but find yourself fumbling for the right words. “That’s ...gross,” you manage. “Not really. If you take away the fact she is your sister I bet you would find her really hot too.” “Uh… I don’t know about that.” Maybe Evan was right. Or maybe he was a huge moron, it was hard to tell sometimes. [[Let Evan Keep rambling]]

Maybe it was the beer you had just guzzled, or perhaps it was just the atmosphere of the beautiful night you wanted to continue, but you decide to go to Evan’s place despite the nagging of a small warning voice inside your head. The two of you walk to Evan’s nearby duplex. His parents had a similar arrangement to yours, purchasing a small duplex near the university to rent out. You know from previous visits that Evan has two roommates but luckily they do not appear to be present tonight. You follow Evan to his room and suddenly feel a tinge of anxiety. As you step into Evan’s room- his lair, you feel something is definitely off. You had been in this room dozens of times over the past year and had been perfectly comfortable, even passing out once on the floor more than once. Due to the often annoying roommates, Evan had set up his TV in his room for privacy and to prevent interruptions. Evan doesn’t seem to notice your discomfort, flicking on the TV and flicking through the movie lists. “See what you can find,” Evan says as he tosses you the remote. “I will be right back.” He slips out of the room and you begin scrolling through the list of movies. You find a few movies worth watching and wait in silence. Several minutes go by and you find your gaze wandering around Evan’s room. He has trophies from a variety of sports scattered around his room. You notice most of them are 2nd or 3rd place wins. Respectable showings, far more impressive than your own athletic exploits. “Where the heck did he go?” you wonder as look over a pile of random clutter. You pick up what appears to be a sports magazine and notice a pair of Evan’s boxer shorts underneath. [[Wait for Evan]]

The sensible thing to do is to call it a night, so that's what you decide to do. You walk home and dive into potential research into your condition. You find the quality of information to be poor so come up with a new strategy. Instead of randomly searching by yourself, you appeal to the collective mind of the internet. You pick out a dozen good "sciencey" sounding forums and post your quandary under the heading, "I have a mad scientist friend…" You posit that a mysterious friend has claimed to have developed a technology capable of altering a labrat's dna and altering their sex among other things. After a few minutes you quickly gain some replies. "It is impossible," reads the first reply. "Is your friend this guy?" wonders the next poster, adding a picture of Dr. Frankenstein. "Nanotechnology? DNA alteration therapy? Could be a mutation of some kind...or most likely explanation: your "friend" is full of shit." "Stupid thread. Waste of time. [[Author is a troll.]]"

You are walking towards the bathroom when you suddenly hear a noise. “Hello!” booms a deep voice from behind you. The sudden sound scares the shit out of you. You turn to face the new arrival and see a very large and quite muscular dark skinned man standing before you. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/tim.jpg" class="center"> “Hello! I am Tim,” he introduces himself with a shockingly deep bass voice. “Uh, hey? How’s it going?” you manage to awkwardly respond. He smiles, showing a huge mouth full of square white teeth. “I am good and you? What’s your name?” “I feel pretty great...uh, I am Taylor,” you manage to ungracefully introduce yourself. “You’re--” “Evan’s roommate,” he finishes. “I didn’t break in or anything,” he adds. You laugh at his joke. Your eyes drift back to the bathroom longingly and Tim takes the hint. “Cya around,” he says as he goes into his room and shuts the door. [[Run to the bathroom]]

The movie continues predictably without incident until the two main characters finally reunite and culminate their romance in a surprisingly long and vivid sex scene. It may have just been in your mind, but it seems like the longest sex scene of your life, almost like watching one with your parents. The worst part is that it is actually tastefully done and surprisingly hot. //Uh oh...// There is more than a small part of you that is quickly becoming turned on while the rational part of your mind shouts at you to regain control. You can just make out Evan shifting uncomfortably in his seat in your peripheral. “Wow…” you say, caught off guard by your high pitched squeak. You feel your cheeks and ears flush. You feel like you are burning up. When you work up your courage, you look over at Evan you see he appears to be a similar mindset. His face is red too, whether from the drinks or the movie, you cannot tell. You lock eyes with Evan and your heart sinks. //Or maybe he is reacting to something else? Er, someone else...like me?// You suppress a shiver as the moment stretches on. “Hey Taylor…” Evan begins and immediately your hackles rise. His tone is hoarse, full of need and longing. You feel pretty stupid for coming here like this. You feel drunk and bubbly, like you could be dared to do anything. [[Listen to Evan's request]]

You wake up with a splitting headache. //Ugh...// You tap your phone when you notice its flashing indicator. “I am really sorry about last night. Let me make it up to you,” Evan’s message reads. “Going to take a lot to do that,” you text back. “I found out some information that might help you. Meet me at the science building in 30.” You’re still mad at Evan. He definitely crossed the line but you haven’t had many other worthwhile leads. Curious what he may have for you, you go to the science building and meet Evan. “What did you find out?” you bluntly ask your friend. “I can’t tell you how I found this out but this might be related to what happened to you.” “Go on.” “I heard that a "mysterious donor" has appeared. They have funded a number of new cutting edge science projects here at the university.” “Hmm… and maybe one of their experiments got loose and contaminated me?” “Maybe, I dunno.” “What else did you find out?” “You’re going to love this...er, maybe not.” “Out with it!” “Guess who just so happened to get a generous research grant, funded by the mysterious donor?” “I am not fucking playing guessing games!” “Mr. Deter.” Evan’s revelation leaves you stunned. “He did have access to me...we have class three times a week…” Mr. Deter being involved seemed a tad unlikely but it was the most compelling idea that had presented itself. “Well, helpful?” “Yes, very. There might be something to all this. It is worth checking out anyway and more than I have found on my own. Thank you, Evan.” “My pleasure! Now, um, about my...er “reward”?” he asks you. [[“Your what!?”]]

“I guess you might be right…” you find yourself at least partially agreeing with your friend. “Well? Let’s start right now!” “What?” “Jimmy just texted me. How about some booze and cards?” Evan suggests. “That sounds….” “Great!” Evan finishes your sentence for you, although with different word choice. Well you already agreed in a sense, so you offer no protest as Evan rushes you out the door and across the campus to an adjoining residential section. Evan knocks and Jimmy answers. You recognize Jimmy from soccer and a few summer parties. He is a tall young man with dark hair and a scraggly beard. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/jimmy.jpg" data-raw=""> [[Drink and play cards]]

You decide to refute Evan’s bullshit. “Evan---//shut up!// I am a man - not a goddess and you can go //fuck yourself!// Use your hand and leave me the fuck alone!” you shout at him as you storm off. You always suspected Evan was a bit //fruity!// His actions since your transformation are inexplicable. No wonder he doesn’t have a girlfriend, the guy is such a creep! //What the hell is with everyone lately? Why the fuck do all the men seem so attracted to me!?// you wonder as you head home, cutting through the middle of campus. As you are walking along, you pass by a campus park and your eyes are drawn to a familiar blotch of red hair. [[Move closer]]

Since you have a good buzz going and you have always been a confident card player, you decide to play strip poker. //Probably not the greatest idea, but what could go wrong? I definitely don’t want to be dared into doing something gross but I can't resist a little bit of gambling.// “Let’s play poker!” you announce. Evan and Jimmy grin at each other right before Evan begins to explain the rules. “Everyone will get a hundred bucks of chips to start but once you are out, you will have to bet clothes and, of course, if you lose a hand you will have to strip! Folding on the first round is okay though. Each article of clothing represents a ten chip. Once your clothes are off you can’t buy them back.” You look down at your T shirt with a frown. //Fuck, these are pretty high stakes! And there definitely isn’t much margin for error...// One of the other guys at the table, a young man who’s name now escapes you, gets up and disappears in the kitchen. A moment later he returns with a fresh round of drinks. “Thanks Robbie! You are //the// man!” Jimmy shouts when he has a new drink in hand. As you sip at your beer, your eyes happen to catch Sam’s. She shoots you a shy smile and you can’t help [[but flinch and look away.]] //Maybe tonight is finally the night my dream comes true and I get to see Sam naked...//

“I choose... //Truth//,” you answer. “Booo!” The crowd seems disappointed. Rhea moves close to your face. “How many times have you had sex?” she asks you. You instantly feel warmth flood your cheeks as your embarrassment washes over you. Whether male or female the answer wasn’t much different. You had lost your virginity as a man but it had been such a brief and drunk affair that you doubted it was fair to even count it. You haven't had sex as a woman and hopefully you never will. “Zero,” you finally admit. “Oh-my-god!” Rhea and Sam say together, as if they had just uncovered an epic scandal. “It is college, babe, live a little. We have got to get you laid! You aren’t religious or anything are you?” Rhea wonders. “No, I am not,” you mumble. “Wow, just wow. //Taylor is a virgin!// You have //so// been missing out!” Rhea attests. She smiles at you and gives you a wobbling nod. “Trust me,” she loudly whispers. The next round passes in a flash, with Sam and Jimmy admitting some of their darkest secrets. You keep sipping at your drink, surprised to find it is now Rhea’s turn again. She seems to have it out for you. “Taylor I am giving you a dare,” Rhea informs you. “Don’t I get to chose!?” “Not anymore, I have to help you get out of your shell!” Rhea declares. “Fine.” “Okay. Taylor, Evan, you two kiss. Go!” she suddenly orders you. “Wait! What the hell!? I don’t want to play this game anymore,” you protest. “Too late!” Rhea yells back. In disbelief you look up at Evan, seated next to you but still towering high above you. You are about to flee from the room, when an idea strikes you. She didn’t say where you had to kiss him! You sit up as tall as you can and give Evan a peck on the cheek. “Awwwwww! Lame!” Rhea protests. “That wasn’t a real kiss!” “Too bad, bitch. I followed the rules,” you tease Rhea. "Should have been more specific!" Rhea begins to pout and Sam and Jimmy laugh. You notice Evan wasn’t laughing though, you glance up at him only to see him blushing profusely. Next up was Jimmy. “I want you to redo the last round; I dare you to do it properly." “Why are you guys picking on me? This game is rigged!” you yell at them. “You’re just too cute and fun to tease. We are //helping// you,” Rhea assures you. Sam giggles at your dumb-faced reaction. You begin to feel...//weird.// Perhaps you have already drank too much, but you suddenly find yourself downing the last of your beer. //Fuck...// “Get to it!” Rhea waves you and Evan together, and like marionette's under command of a puppeteer, the two of you are drawn inexorably together. [[Kiss Evan]]

No one moves. You give Rhea a baleful look but she doesn’t waver. You want to scream and run out of the room but allow yourself to take a deep breath. You slowly turn your head to look at Evan. He seems to be consciously avoiding your stare, waiting for you to make up your own decision on how to proceed. “Oh for god’s sake you two!” Rhea huffs. She scoots forward and grabs your right hand and places it firmly down on Evan’s bulging crotch. Rhea pushes your hand back and forth on Evan’s growing erection, rubbing the croth of his pants. “There, not so bad is it?” she says as she withdraws her hand, leaving yours loosely clutching the outline of Evan’s dick. Whether drunk or just curious, you find yourself continuing the motion and running a slender finger around the outline of his bulge. You are taken aback at his apparent size. “Taylor…” Evan moans. //Oh my god what am I doing? This is going to far--yet I can’t seem to stop.// It felt good to please another person. You have always been a pretty generous, helpful person. Your friend is clearly in need. You recall how uncomfortable such a straining erection could be. Evan looks so happy as you touched him that you almost though it would be a bit of shame to just leave him hanging. The dizzy feeling returns, much more intense than before. [[Give Evan a handjob]]

The next day passes by in a blur. You try and read up on cutting edge nanotech and biochem theories but everything goes over your head. You decide having someone to go through them with you would be helpful. Just as you pick up your phone, a text from Evan arrives. After a brief exchange he invites himself over and it isn’t long before he arrives and is just as bored as you are. “Ughh… I wish I paid more attention in school,” you mutter as you slam shut a textbook Evan had grabbed from the university library. Evan sighs in agreement. He does look pretty haggard. “It has been a really long day,” he begins as he turns to you. “I have been really stressed lately and was up late doing research to help you out.” “I do really appreciate it,” you reply. You speak honestly, knowing trying to get anywhere by yourself would be very difficult. “I am happy to help. Being friends is all about give and take, we look out for each other, right?” “Yep! That’s what friends are for,” you agree. “Say Taylor, is there any way I could get another one of those great handjobs?” Evan asks you. He says the words in the same tone as if asking to borrow an eraser during class. You are absolutely shocked at his boldness. You do owe him a favour or ten, accumulated over the years, but this is a bit much to ask. “What the hell man?” “Oh come on. You already did it once before, and I am really hurting. I promise I won’t tell anyone too of course! I just //really// need this.” “You have got to be kidding me. Once was enough for a hundred lifetimes.” “I am not kidding, look,” he says. Evan takes off his pants and underwear, leaving his T-shirt on. Below the waist, his long meaty cock was standing at full attention. You stare at his dick, wondering how in the world it has come to this. //Again.// “Please,” Evan pleads. “I really need this Taylor. You’re the only one I can ask. If our situations were reversed you know I would totally help you out.” His rationale seems stupid like usual but he seems to be telling the truth. “Oh for fuck’s sake! Fine,” you say, feeling defeated. Without further ado, you sit down next to him and begin jerking your best friend off. [[Give Evan a handjob...again...]]

You kick Evan out and notice that he left his sweater behind. For some unkown reason you have an impulse to put it on. As you slide it over your head you inhale a musky scent. //Evan’s scent.// When you go upstairs, you feel like a part of him goes with you. <<if $strippath is true>> The next day, your phone rings with Evan’s ID on display. You push away a tome about gender dysphoria and debate continuing or letting Evan distract you. You can either [[Answer the call]] or ignore it and keep working.<</if>> You decide to keep "working". Two days fly by and you don’t do much of anything, except troll the internet. “Found something cool,” Evan eventually texts you. Eager for the excuse to finally leave the house, you head over to Evan’s. “What did you find?” you ask him after you arrive. "Check it out." Evan hands you a dvd. //That's Ultimate Alien Attack 4//! “Whoa! Fucking cool! Where did you get this?” “It took some hard dealing,” Evan modestly replies. The series is one of your favorites and the fourth film was the rarest of them all. “This must have cost a fortune…” “Worth it just to see the look on your face.” “Uhh...Thanks, Evan. I really appreciate it.” The gift is very thoughtful, you can’t even recall mentioning the series specifically to Evan. “So are we going to watch this or what?” he prompts you. [[“Right now? Sure!”]]

You lock eyes again and this time it is you who can’t control yourself. You throw your head back as you down your glass of wine. “Fine Evan, I will give you what you deserve,” you say as you move your head towards Evan’s groin. As you approach, you see that Evan’s excitement is plain, the huge, aching bulge is obvious. //Oh my god what the fuck am I doing?// you idly wonder. What you’re doing seems like a bad idea but that hardly stops you anymore. With shaking fingers, you pull down Evan’s fly. You reach inside and free Evan’s manhood, it springs to immediate attention in front of your eyes. The potent smell and the immense size again catches you off guard. You shouldn't like looking at his dick but it mesmerizes you. “Oh...wow…” you manage to say as Evan stands and shimmies out of his pants and boxers. Soon he is naked from the waist down and sitting before you, open legged, looking like a comfortable king sitting upon his throne. You look up at Evan, his tall, toned body towering above you. He gives you a blissful smile of approval. You know there is no backing out now. [[Suck Evan's dick]]

The next day you find yourself zoning out while staring at your computer screen. //Why does every damn topic that might potentially help me out have to be soooo fucking boring!?// “This sucks!” you rage. “Everything sucks! My life especially…. Hmm...speaking of sucking…” You can’t help but remember your last night spent with Evan. For some reason in your mind a blowjob was much more sexual than a release by hand. Now you have done both, each a progressive escalation down a path that really frightens you. Evan’s a pretty cool guy and all, but you certainly don’t want to have sex with him or get roped into something bizarre that you will surely regret when….if you ever find a way to turn back. You notice a flashing light on your phone. “Sup?” reads a text from Evan. “NM U?” “Kind of bored, want to come over? :)” “No.” “Y not?” “You know why, CREEP.” “That’s not fair. I owe you and I already got something to help.” “What have you got?” you text back. “Neat stuff from my dad, plundered from his work. :)” [[That does sound promising...]]

<<back>> Transfigure .60 9500 words Taylor becomes popular with the athletic guys on campus. Louise performs a rock show. Taylor tries to solve his predicament alone. -continued the alternate path where you refuse Damien at the start of his section (Refuse and tell him to suck his own dick!)( 3k+ words) -added the F-F concert scenes and aftermath with Louise (late Mitch route) ( ~3k words) -Continued the group activities side branch with Robbie and Evan. (give Robbie your number) ( words) -Some minor portions of the group activities area have been rewritten and the continuity errors fixed so everything merges properly. The group BJ paths have been reconnected. New media added. -added the option to give Robbie a fake number (group activities) (~2500 words) -Added end #21 on Mitch’s route. (750 words) -Ending tracker recall updated -The option to recommend Samantha to take your place watching Craig has been cut. -Lots of minor edits and typo fixes. -added the short option to surrender on the Taylor vs Taylor combat section (150 words) Transfigure .59 17k + words Taylor follows the teachings of the wise and oh-so-pervy Zen Master Peeshi and reaches the pinnacle of personal mastery. The cosplay antics story arc continues. YP Taylor holds out for rescue. Craig discover’s Taylor’s secret. -added end #75 on Damien’s route, yellow potion, bunker area, by choosing the correct answer to the computer password question. (2600 words) -added Zen Master content, including end # 51 and end # 52 (~9k words) (main path) -continued the busty cosplay story area found on the yellow potion route. (includes end # 65 2300 words) -added more Craig content on the [[Try to convince Craig that he is mistaken]] “I like you too” line with 3450 words -dozens of minor rewrites and polish edits. -fixed some images not displaying on non windows systems. -cut the option to try and lie to Peeshi during the initial encounter Transfigure .58 (9350 words) The trio experiments with the Transfigure app. Cabin fun. Craig captures Taylor. -added more “Two Friends” content. “Bring up the Transfigure App” 2200 words + More cabin bonding (end of primary 2f cabin route, 3700 words + a 700 word sun bathing scene at the cabin if you decline sex the night before ) -hundreds of polish edits, typo, grammar and phrasing edits mostly in the early game. -closed the yellow potion choice “try a sip” path with a brief 250 word one off. -added more content under the “I do NOT love you, Craig” branch including end # 61. (2500 words) Transfigure .57 10k words Taylor gets bullied by Mitch. Sam and Taylor bond. -added a new quickjump for the new Mitch content. -continued Mitch’s resistance route with the option to say no to drugs. (“Just take the ointment”) (7k words) -added a new surprise character and sex scene on a branch during the above route. -added a teaser scene on Natalie’s spy route plus a transition scene. (~1k words) -admitting your feelings to Sam will now direct you to the main romantic route that includes new content. Several passages have been rewritten ( ~2k words) Transfigure .56 - 7500 words Hospital antics and more Drew endings. -added the option to calmly enter the emergency department in the early game, including ends #76 and #77. (2500 words) -formatted the passages in the hospital section plus minor edits and pics -added ends 46, 54, and 55 at the end of Drew’s main path. (5k words) -added the cosplay section to the quickjump -various misc minor edits and fixes Transfigure .55 ~15k words Evan and Taylor’s story receives two new conclusions. -added two ends on Evan’s area including true end #8 on Evan’s route as well as a less happy alternative #22. These are found late on Evan’s route with “You’re not so bad yourself” and “I’d prefer less kissing” ( 15k words) -updated the readme file with new instructions to get Transfigure to run on a new Android device. Transfigure .54 13.6k words Taylor is forced to come to terms with uncomfortable truths regarding Ryan and the foundation of their emerging relationship. Bimbo Taylor gets put to work. -added functionality to name your own save game files or use the default passage title -added a toggle to the settings menu that allows users to switch the game’s default color scheme between night and day (light background / dark text vs dark background and light text) -upgraded the game’s sound system to better support future background music as well as including a volume slider to control background music (potentially useful on the Transfigure Alternative story areas) -updated the game’s story format to the latest Sugarcube version to support more advanced code (such as these new upgrades) (thanks HiEv!!) -misc pic and video fixes on Mitch’s path (centering etc) -continued Ryan’s primary route with new branches focused on moral dilemmas (brush off her concerns / “Two long days pass before you see Ryan again”) plus lingerie and naughty gifts! (10300 words) Thanks to Director Maiden and the Transfigure Corps for sponsoring this route! -added end #80 on Ryan’s path -added a quickjump for Ryan’s route -overhauled the early portions of Ryan’s story with new centered media and loads of new edits (around 1k words of content) plus reformatted a lot of the text to match other story areas and read easier -updated the middle node section to modern format (new media, centered pictures etc) -fixed another branch bug that allowed users to leap to paths they weren’t on during subsequent playthroughs -added fresh content to the Bimbo area (Trans Corp area / late Deter route ) ( 3300 words) plus end #74 -removed several watermarks and edited a small number of images to better fit various scenes -updated the game’s main page to reset saved clothing variables so it is possible to correctly choose and track different outfits that will setup for unique flavor scenes and prevent bugs stemming from players choosing different routes / clothing on subsequent playthroughs Transfigure .53 ~20k words Tim and his cousins meet up with our intrepid protagonist. Taylor fails to escape from a mysterious organization. Yellow Potion Taylor makes some tough decisions. -continued the choice “scream for help and make a big scene” on the spy area found on Drew’s path including end # 43 ( 5400 words) + closed part of the loop allowing a connection to other routes -added more Tim content (found late on Mitch’s primary route) plus an offshoot area with his cousin Leon including ending #58 (about 10,000 words) -added end #9 and #60 at the end of the Yellow Potion section in Damien’s area (4200 words) -enlarged and centered some media on Drew’s path -fixed a major bug at the story's middle node that allowed players to access routes they shouldn’t be able to on subsequent playthroughs. -numerous small edits and typo fixes Transfigure .52 Beta 17,000 words Julie and Taylor nurture a budding romance. Taylor negotiates with Mitch for valuable information. Taylor and Teddy find comfort in each other’s company. Threesome at the Clarks! -added more content for Julie’s section. (truth / love variation) ( 4500 words) -continued the Mitch route by turning him down after the coffee date (3100 words) -added solo and threesome scenes in the Yellow Potion / Clark area. (4500 words) -continued Teddy’s brothel story, adding ends #32 and #33 ( 5000 words) -added in some side content on the Teddy brothel bypass path: “This is too embarrassing!” -linked a new scene during the Teddy massage when staying silent (Thanks Jkip for the reminder!) Plus one short scene for the answer “Ask him about his family” line -edited and added several small bits to the spy setup area leading to Natalie’s section in order to prepare for upcoming content. -reduced Teddy’s age slightly when referenced. -fixed and marked several minor dead ends. -added a list of the current in game endings to the main page within a spoiler button -muted several videos that had sound playing by default. (to enable sound on eligible videos right click and unmute) -added a recall button to some of the endings (all 100 will be added eventually) -fixed some bugs with the quickjump and double portraits. Transfigure .51 Beta 23,700+ words Training continues under the Zen Master’s guidance and Taylor engages in a salacious ritual. Little Taylor gets roped into a relationship with an older couple. The Cabin adventure continues. Taylor seeks out Sophie for the sake of the Bell family. -added more content on Zen Master Peeshi’s area. (7200 words) -added a new path in the “Yellow Potion” section. (8500 words, special thanks to Director Maiden for sponsoring this route!) Found off “Sorry, but I really need to be getting home…” branch in the yellow potion cosplay area. -added more content to the “Two Friends” cabin area to make up for the awkward end last time. (~3k words) -added more content to Craig’s section and introduced the new character Sophie Bell. Content is found with “Give Craig an earful instead” option after the clothing theft incident. ( 5000 words, additional content sponsored by Director Maiden!) -fixed display errors on the credits page (Thanks Valrin72!) -minor phrasing and typo fixes on several paths. -scattered media edits and adjustments, mainly on Craig’s starting area. Transfigure .5 Beta 12400 words Taylor and his two best friends take a break from recent events by continuing their yearly tradition of spending the long weekend at Evan’s cabin. Zen Master Peeshi trains Taylor in the art of erotic self discipline. Taylor and Samantha struggle to fend off the machinations of Lucas Ferret. -continued the “two friends” route with the alternate cabin adventure (where the trio go together). (~5k words) -continued the ZMP route (branch found on Drew’s route, complete the ritual, QJ available) (1800 words) Note: this update isn’t finished and will continue next time. -added a quickjump for one of the main decision trees at school in the early game -edited Deter’s route and Peeshi’s, fixed and added more media -continued the T Corp Resistance route with Samantha, Victoria, and Lucas. 5500~ words (Thanks to Director Jstar6264 for sponsoring this route addition!) To arrive on this route, answer Lucas’ riddle incorrectly and then refuse to cooperate. -Fixed a minor narrative inconsistency on Ryan’s route (Thanks T7792!) -added a bypass on the T Corp / Deter area so players can skip the protestor scene if desired. -many minor edits courtesy of Poopoopuh and Tango (mostly spelling, grammar, and word choice) Transfigure .99A 25k words Yellow potion Taylor explores the world with a new body that seems to attract attention before going to a cosplay convention. -continued alt yellow potion adventure with a cute cosplay section (Thanks Director Rin for sponsoring this route!) 25,000 words (“Are you sure the cops will believe you?” “No way, that sounds way too shady!”) -added ends 66 and 67 on above route -extended the ending list capacity from 50 to 100 (Mwaha ahaha…) Transfigure .98 Alpha 12500+ words Taylor Roux2 accidentally starts a shitstorm. -Taylor demonstrates the extent of her powers. (Taylor vs Taylor main branch, imposter variation + “rational” + “Tell her she will have to find her own place” + added ends #44 and #47 -Continued Evan’s “Date Day” Transfigure .9780085 Alpha 12,200 words With Drew’s guidance Taylor considers how to spend her remaining time as a woman. Evan and Taylor reach a turning point in their relationship (Part one). -continued Taylor and Drew’s romantic path all the way to ending #2 (Thanks to Director G and the Transfigure Corps for sponsoring this route! ~10,500 words) -added a new bonus scene on Drew’s main route right before the Christmas transformation decision -continued Evan’s romantic route “You’re not so bad yourself.” with the first part of the date day. -updated several links with images instead of the raw URL (Thanks HiEv!) -added Taylor and the Proprietor to the character popup menu -added new quickjumps for Drew and Peeshi -cleaned many images and removed distracting watermarks while improving image quality in some areas -changed / setup Damien’s path so that the rape scene is now avoidable. (2nd bypass is now before the rape, not during) Bypass is currently a dead path for now just FYI. -added several banners to the intro page and main folder for fans. (Thanks whisperpuppy and Raminita!) Transfigure .9680085 Alpha words 12350 words + Taylor accepts the second place bid at the virginity auction… and makes a startling and very public discovery about her new body. Taylor’s powers are revealed to a group with nefarious intent. Taylor fattens her bank account while serving Teddy. Taylor finds out Teddy’s secret and sympathetically agrees to comfort him. -continued brothel Taylor story (tell the Proprietor the truth / Teddy sub segment “I didn’t have fucking surgery!”) + Ending 36 (also includes a bonus lesbian scene) -continued Teddy’s main path (Thanks to Director G for sponsoring this route!) ~ 3300 words -added more xs for under construction paths -updated the early part of Evan’s path with centered media and spaced lines. -fixed a minor narrative inconsistency (Thanks Mark!) -multiple scattered grammar and polish edits. -updated the credits and info page -added a new transformation and the framework for several more Transfigure .96 10.6k words Taylor is coaxed by her alternate mother to embrace her inner cuteness. -added a new mostly non-sex focused path and ending #20 in the Bloomverse section with Marg Roux (Thanks Director Rin for sponsoring this route!) (10, 600 words) Transfigure .95 bonus 5000+ words Spy Taylor learns of Plan Groundwork! + another new shocking ending! -added end # 37 on Ariana’s spy route - A new enemy is revealed! Transfigure .9480085 - 2 year anniversary edition! 18.5k words. Yellow Potion Taylor attempts to escape the bunker and pursues different avenues for a potential cure. Brothel-Taylor struggles with the aftermath of her virginity auction… and the pursuit of a stubborn man that won’t leave her the hell alone. Taylor looks after Craig and suffers through the first part of two weeks alone with the perverted manchild. -added the yellow potion bunker escape attempt on the Damien sub route (altered by changing the PC response to the voice). Plus many edits and recentering the first part of the route as well as the addition of Ending 11 (True End). -continued the alternative Yellow potion split “Are you sure the cops will believe you?” -added more Teddy Roux brothel content (~4k words, main path) Thanks Director G for sponsoring this route addition!) -added more content on Craig’s route (“We can study the next time I come over. I am busy tonight.”) -small coat of polish edits Transfigure .9380085 11500 words Victoria reveals her secrets… Taylor continues the fight against Lucas Ferret in order to save the love of his life. Drew and Taylor celebrate Christmas. Tim and our unfortunate heroine spend some quality time together. Mitch and Taylor go on a date. -added a new Christmas scene with Drew (alphabetical porn star) -added a “training” scene on the resist Lucas/Tcorp branch with Victoria (includes lesbian content) -continued Tim’s path (found on Mitch’s route) (Thanks Director G for sponsoring this path!) (5800 words) -added a small amount of content on the Mitch romantic path -updated the title page with the game’s more thorough disclaimer. -fixed numerous grammatical and phrasing errors. Also reformatted and edited the early parts of the Mitch route + several new media swaps and additions. (Significant edits) -updated dozens of video and picture links to center and resize properly and updated lots of old code to the newest versions (display etc) -added a quick jump to Mitch’s first decision and another for the branch with Tim. -added end 28 (Lucas) to the ending tracker (missed in previous releases) -added more characters to the popup menu Transfigure .9280085 ~14000 words Evan pulls out all the stops in an attempt to woo Taylor and distract her from pursuit of a cure. Taylor’s actions result in blackmail at the Bell household. Taylor argues with a nutty chick with the same name and an unbelievable story. -added Bell Blackmail (found on Craig path, 5k + words) (Thanks to Director G for sponsoring this route!) -continued Evan’s route; added the build up to the mega date day. This also includes a bonus section at the beach written by Nicke and Tango. (Thanks Nicke for contributing!) -added content on the Taylor vs Taylor route (the one where Taylor avoids the first transformation). (“No deal” variation; “invite her to live with you” variation, plus a single short scene at “Deal”) -added the first decision branch to the quickjump as well as the new Craig branch. -Minor polish edits and media swaps. -Fixed a bunch of typos and minor errors (Thanks Poopoopuh!) Transfigure .9180085 - 17,750 words Taylor is forced to make lewd concessions by a victorious Craig. Sandra Bell makes Taylor an offer she can’t refuse. Taylor begins a new spy mission and suffers an unfortunate side effect right before being thrust into the life of famed performer Ariana Mucho. Teddy Roux fights to claim his “prize.” -added the first update of the “Ending Tracker” feature with Transfigure’s nine complete endings- using the return to start link after discovering an end will save its progress! (currently “restart” resets the ending data so be forewarned. Save files save everything until reset and can be reloaded.) -Added a main menu button to the sidebar to return for ending checks and scene checks (eventually) -updated credits and info page -added brothel route to quickjump -added a new Rhea lesbian scene on the brothel path, found just before the auction (not at the end of the path like usual) -started Ariana Mucho’s spy mission (chipped variation) 5500+ words -continued awkward brothel auction with Teddy Roux (Thanks Director G for sponsoring this route!) (5k words) -continued Craig’s main path up to start of the next chapter. (Thanks Director BUsy Bat for sponsoring this route addition!) ( 7250words) -added some minor misc media (Cho, brothel) and centered numerous pics. -Added an end/ warning for a continuity error on the group activities route (Thanks MichelleK2 for pointing this out!) I will replace this with a new scene one day. Transfigure .9080085 - 12,600 words Taylor is convinced to take a potentially lucrative deal at the brothel while awkwardly fending off his father's advances. A bimbofied Taylor endures servitude in the clutches of T Corp’s Lucas Ferret. -continued Bimbo Tay experience on Lucas’ route. (4600 words) -quickjump added for bimbo content -edited the Proprietor’s introduction -added brothel intro mark II on Rhea’s path (Teddy Roux variation) (Thanks to Director G for sponsoring this route!) (8000 words) -added a Patreon logo and Tango Fiction logo to the title page. -more Xs added to show blank paths in development -various minor edits and typo fixes, several pic fixes (Teddy etc). Transfigure .8980085 13,000+ words Taylor attempts to lead his friends back to civilization. Sam and Taylor go head to head in a high stakes card game. A fateful discovery is made on the internet. Taylor’s celebrity impersonations lead to some awkward encounters. Louise and Taylor get it on. Taylor gets taken advantage of at a concert with Drew. -edited Drew’s early route, added several new lines, pictures, and edits, + fixed various formatting errors, picture sizes etc -added a passage to bypass the floor milk licking scene on Drew’s route (use the towel) -added the option to make a different visualization during masturbation on Drew’s route (imagine coating…) -added a new scene and branch on Drew’s route during the concert along with “Dunko’s End” -”upgraded” Drew’s picture from “Superbad” to “Neckbeard” -added a small amount of content on Taylor Quicksilver’s Spy route. (Singing with Tay Tay! / BBQ start) -continued the two friends story branch lost in the woods (Thanks Director Mitsuha!) -added a jump point for best friends camping -significantly reduced the file size of the Transfigure media folder with minimal quality loss. ~150 megabytes saved! (Thanks Valid Florian for the suggestion!) -Added more Natalie Prynn content (Refuse and call it a night )+ changed Natalie’s picture and centered pics on her route. + a dead alt variation with the bodyguards is filled in. -numerous minor polish edits across multiple paths (Tay QS, Drew, Natalie, two friends). -continued Sam’s romantic route (Evan offshoot, cardgame) -added sex with Louise Transfigure .8880085 12k + words Julie plays pool with her new “sister.” Mitch and Taylor’s relationship reaches its final tipping point. While impersonating Julie, Taylor meets a familiar handsome gentleman. -added a scene where Julie and Taylor play erotic pool (Julie route, “I am your brother!” variation) -continued Mitch route and added new endings (ask Julie for some money) (Thanks Director Mitsuha!) -added an impersonation scene where Taylor meets Ryan in Julie’s body (Drew route, after the police station, make sure to not get arrested or involve Drew) -added the Mitch branch to the quickjump (will eventually use default clothing choices for skipped shopping scene) -added Julie’s route to quickjump -added a picture for Victoria to the character and popup menu -added a picture for Teddy Roux and added him to the popup menu -misc typo and pic fixes -added the code and description (but not the story) for the Ariana Mucho transformation (agency branch) Note: The actual story will appear in an upcoming update. Transfigure .87...80085 14,600 words Yellow potion Taylor endures captivity while attempting to escape the BT sex bunker. The trio of friends take things a bit too far in the pursuit of an urban legend... Taylor attempts to escape Trans Corp while Lucas Ferret tries to force her into submission. Craig enjoys his victory. -continued yellow potion sex bunker adventure (YPSBA) -continued “defeated by Craig” (Honor your agreement with Craig) -continued slavery vs will (Lucas) -minor edits and pic fixes -added some more jump points -continued two friends route with Mongoose Adventure (Thanks Mitsuha for sponsoring!) -added two “bad” ends Transfigure .86...80085 10,400 words Taylor finds an uncomfortable clue regarding Sophie at the Bell residence. Taylor hangs out with Rhea and checks out a possible lead which requires her to pursue “employment” with Rhea. Yellow potion Taylor endures captivity while attempting to escape the BT sex bunker. -changed Rhea’s picture/model to Lily Ivy -extended Rhea’s route with new content. -added a character portrait for male Taylor pre first transformation -fixed several distorted pictures in the early game and added a code to center videos (ongoing process) -edited and updated Damien route, including the new centered pic style. Several minor rewrites. -Polish edits Evan/Sam/Rhea route and some minor early game content and rewrites ~500 words. -added more Xs to mark decision trees under construction -removed logos for immersion, resized and reduced the the file size of a shitload of pictures. (Thanks Nicke for taking all the time to photoshop everything!!!) -added some new media sprinkled around + More coming! (Thanks Ivan and Nicke!) -continued Craig line “chase after Craig” during the shower scene (Relax in living room variation) -continued yellow potion sex bunker adventure (YPSBA) Transfigure .8580085 13,400 words Yellow potion Taylor explores the outside world alone… Lucas Ferret binds Taylor’s will to a business card. Taylor accepts a contract from the Agency and heads to Korea… but not before acquiring some dance moves. Taylor spends time with her friends, while Robbie and Evan compete for her affections. -continued group activities (Thanks Mitsuha for sponsoring!) -began “Card Worshiper” story arc. (Offer Lucas a drink) -added a threesome with Jacob and Lucas (Thanks Mitsuha for sponsoring!) -added new alt branch on Damien’s path ““Damien, I have had enough of your bullshit for today. I am going out for a walk.”” -Began Dancer Mystery - BJ Cho story arc (choose her mission from the Envoy) -added new transformations (BJ Cho, Bimbo Taylor) -added more media to early game and changed some early media to Little Caprice from random models. (Thanks Nicke for the help!) More media updates coming soon. Thanks to everyone who sent me stuff this month! -added code to make the pictures have a more consistent size and appearance and perform better when adjusting the window for smaller sizes. (Thanks Valid Florian!) -increased the number of save slots by 10x! (from 15 to 150) because Transfigure is just too damn big. Now you can save all your favorite passages and scenes! -some polish, typo fixes, rephrasing, formatting, centering etc Transfigure .8480085 - Anniversary Edition Evan and Taylor experiment with anal sex. Taylor has a very strange encounter in a mad world… Taylor hangs out with her friends and learns a lesson about democracy. Taylor tests out her powers on Lucas Ferret and brings treasure back to Professor Deter. Transfigure .8480085 - Anniversary Edition - 15400 words -continued Deter route “Let him come to you.” -continued the two friends path, “Democracy.” (Thanks to Mitsuha for sponsoring this route!) -added Evan anal scenes on main romantic path -added basement encounter, Bloomverse (explore the house) -Added several characters to the character menu plus some pictures (Mr. Bell, G, Stephan, Sophie, Sandra etc) -added more save slots because Transfigure is fuckin’ huge and the default isn’t enough (Thanks ValidFlorian and Kazeto!) -added a settings toggle to adjust text size and display. (Thanks ValidFlorian and Kazeto!) -added the the profiles for most characters and some character links using a popup menu, links still need to be added. (Thanks ValidFlorian and Kazeto!) -centered many images, added several misc images and media -many typo fixes and minor rewrites. + added a stupid joke to the pre transformation game night with Drew -reduced file size, some video optimizations (created a light version for gamcore, -135 megabytes in size) -added an alternative funding page ( https://www.subscribestar.com/tango ) -audited word count, game was larger than the tally I have been keeping. True Transfigure size is: 335,131 words and 1934 passages… As my critics say, “Dat iz alots of wordes!” Transfigure .8280085 ~18000 words -added more Craig content and changed the initial events to unfold over an extra day to slow the pace of erotic escalation (3 new early passages). -extended Craig's route, defeat aftermath (partially cut due to time constraints) + a scene with Mr Bell -added new character interactions Marg Roux, Stephan -added some crazy exploration at Bloom's mansion that leads to weird occurrences + some early edits and pic additions on that route. -extended the two friends "Teamwork" route with one of three adventures. (Thanks to Mitsuha for sponsoring!) -added more Yellow potion antics (Damien) -edited and formatted early two friends route content -lots of typo and misc fixes -added dedication/info page -extended patron quickjump with more jump points (more coming) Transfigure .80.80085 9500+ words + 10500 word preview of a Transfigure Alternative (Island Adventure) by Lucia87 Taylor gets interrogated by the police. Drew and Taylor become intimate. Taylor uses his powers for the sake of Christmas. Mitch tightens his control over Taylor and sends her to work for a mysterious gentleman. (Transfigure Alternative by Lucia87/ Tango!) -added two new transformations (Emily Grey /Riley Reid) -continued the Drew route / police encounter (Come up with a more believable story) -added an early xmas transformative moment with Drew -started Transfigure Alternative Mitch path by Lucia87 (intro and edits by Tango) -Continued "Group activities" on Evan route post strip poker on "...I will use my mouth." (Thanks to Mitsuha for sponsoring!) -fixed the ui bar blank spaces where the character portrait resides. -added a readme file with Android instructions Transfigure .7917 +8700 words Taylor plays soccer and then joins some friends for an after-party. Taylor goes on a date with a mysterious woman who radiates attitude. -removed several redundant passages and words. -fixed all references to Taylor being Julie's sister on the Ryan route before the reveal as well as many typos and grammar errors. (Thanks Poopoopuh!!!) + many other misc edits. -fixed several media links to display properly on Linux /case sensitive systems. (Thanks Taladar!) -added several pictures (makeup/strip poker) -Players can now meet Louise and go on a first date. (Mitch route) -Continued "Group activities" on Evan route post strip poker (Special thanks to Mitsuha for sponsoring this scene!!!) Transfigure .783885 5800 words Taylor mulls over the possibility of becoming Evan's girlfriend. Taylor gets roped into more trouble babysitting Craig. -added a transformative clue on Evan route / road trip. -added more content to Evan's romantic route. -continued Craig route and added 2nd game night . Includes shower trick start, magic trick, "Where's Weirdo?" and aftermath. -added a quickjump menu for patrons -resized several pictures, minor edits. Transfigure .7780085 - 12k + words The Ryan, Julie, and Taylor trio indulge themselves. Foxy Taylor and Evan go to a halloween party. Taylor indulges Drew while a mysterious force begins to pursue them. Meanwhile, Taylor gets into serious trouble with the law. Natalie Roux indulges in a lewd photo shoot. -continued TMTM/Drew path with a titjob scene and "picture to remember" plus an interrogation strategy -continued Evan's romantic route up to halloween party, including Foxy Taylor! -added the first sharing is caring threesome scene with Ryan & Julie. -added the start of the Natalie Prynn photo shoot impersonation broke up several walls of text, added a video to first anal scene with Mitch, many minor edits and fixes on Evan/Mitch/Drew paths. -added several minor passages/text fixes Transfigure .7580085 - MEGA UPDATE 21K+ WORDS "Taylor seeks out a meditation master to improve his control over his transformative powers. Taylor must impersonate a famous actress and a singer in two alternate spy missions. Yellow potion Taylor role plays with Damien. Evan and Taylor make another lewd pitstop. Taylor makes a high stakes bet on a video game’s outcome." -slowed version advancement to represent 10k words per .01 version advancement so that most core content will be finished around 1.00. -changed all media links to function properly if a user renames the "Transfigure by Tango" folder. -fixed 2 broken videos on Mitch route (1 Evan, 1 Mitch) -added a new character, Tay QS to the spy missions (dancer) /character/appearance menu + started her modchipped spy route. -started the Zen master route (Drew path, Search the internet for ways to improve your mental stamina) -added Master Peeshi + desc to the character menu. -continued Damien's little girl potion route -continued the celeb bodydouble/guard mission for Natalie Prynn (modchipped) -agents 12 & 29 added to character menu -added appearance descriptions for new transformations -extended babysitting with Craig including the game battle tournament and possible defeat aftermath. -added the pitstop with Evan #2 Transfigure .7380085 15k+ words "Dr. Bloom reveals some initial discoveries about Taylor’s condition and puts a plan into motion. Taylor meets a mysterious babe and narrowly avoids his first transformation. Taylor and Drew go out on a date at a spooky abandoned hospital. Tailor made Taylor maid returns and Taylor gets a “taste” of Drew’s fetish. This update is not for the faint of heart o.o" -extended Drew's route with a potential first date and aftermath. (The first date is at the old hospital) + Tailor Made Taylor Maid returns! -added more end of content notices to inform readers that content ending means the end of content. -added the start of a new route where Taylor stays male at the beginning of the story. (Hang around school, then cut into the park.) .6780085 10k words -Evan has been given the surname Moore. -Alex Jones renamed to "Alexander Jones" -References to Taylor's starting age have been slightly increased. -added pics for Craig and Damien -added more pics to appearance menu and updated some text for different transformations. -added Damien's laboratory and first experiment, plus some erotic content. (Contains age regression and a new transformation for Taylor) -minor spelling fixes/proof read on Damien's route -added more minor content to Craig's route -added Evan and Taylor Drunk night, alt Mitch route -added a transformation change for the ugly blonde spy incident Transfigure .63 ...80085 added 14k words -added more text to the start and end of the assassin modchip scene, choice of two targets added. -added fishing adventure on Evan's route at the cabin with several branches including a canoe adventure and a horrific nightmare scene that is bound to give you at least one of your own O.O -added a new scene at the end of Mitch's route and connected the main route to the middle hub. I also added a scene with Julie that doesn't make complete sense yet because I am still missing earlier meeting/ "padding" scenes, ie where Taylor and Julie first meet on this route. -extended Craig's route with some minor additions. Chat about games and Sophie. -continued Drew's romantic route (turn Bloom down), added Drew's confession and Taylor's tormented weekend. -added a new masturbation scene to "two friends" path -added "Suspicious Julie" scene/ Ryan route plus a new Ryan scene and the possibility to come clean with Julie about Taylor's relationship with Ryan. Splits the path to "sharing is caring" and the main Ryan route. .5780085 ~13,500 words -added strip poker on Evan's route with multiple paths, strip etc -added scenes to Bell route / alt route off Drew, intro Sandra and Craig (Respect Drew's Privacy) -added cotton candy pic on Bell route and a pic for Bloom on char menu, plus others. -added the Envoy/Gil and some minor chars and celebrities to the character list -added the celeb bodyguard modchip scene (some text is reused but modified with flavor text and custom details for each choice) -added the assassin modchip scene -added infiltrator modchip scene -added the dancer modchip scene -added "the direct approach" Deter/ Lucas route, Deter pregnancy chat -added Mitch duo bully scene with Gil (Mitch route) -added the gyno exam, Drew/Bloom route. .5280085 10k+ words -added study night with Drew -added the meeting with Dr. Bloom. -changed the first Mitch gif to better match the passage. -cropped several pictures to cut out blank spaces and resized several awkward displays. -lots of minor edits, grammar etc fixes along with several typos that somehow still existed in the early game. -added shopping with Julie mid scene with minor flavor text if you arrive by Drew's route. Clothing choices saved and will influence later scenes. -new updating appearance tab and cute ui pic - this bare bones atm but will be fleshed out with a lot more details and provide better descriptions for Taylor's many upcoming transformations and outfits. -several new variables regarding your decisions are now tracked but most of this framework is not visible/ won't be apparent until later updates. (you need to start a new game for variable changes to take effect) -added a variable check to determine if a player learned about Mitch's money stash, so now a couple flavor sentences will be hidden unless you actually witness the drop. Eventually hope to add a whole bunch of stuff like this. -changed future alt route pathway from "Ask Sam" to "Ask your friends" -added Evan ice cream and travel bj scene post cabin. -added more scenes to Taylor and Julie's "misunderstanding" route and offshoots. 10k+ words -reformatted more early passages to "novel style" -several hundred minor edits, grammar fixes, proof reading and deletions of redundant words and awkward phrases scattered across several routes, mainly Deter/Mitch/Ryan. -finished Taylor's virginity loss scene with Ryan -added more passages to Deter's route, including a class scene, the "homosexual conspiracy," the protest march, and Taylor scoping out T Corp Exec L. Ferret. -added the drunk night with Tim. Found on an alt path, Mitch blackmail route. 10k words -extended Drew(added nurse scene) and Ryan's routes including "espionage" setup (added chase and Envoy conversation). 12k words -added Julie nail painting scene to middle node content. -added another sex scene with Mitch before mid node -added a short scene/pic for Taylor to test out larger boobs after the...boob epiphany. Next up the fanny epi-phany? -added extension scene with Evan/background accessed by "kick yourself out of your funk." (after 1st anal scene Mitch route) This sets up for Tim's side route and an optional Evan scene out in the next update probably. Many "padding" scenes in development to bring the cast together and patch holes in the story caused by rushing connections to Mitch sex content in earlier releases. -added Julie eat out and post encounter -added scenic drive scene with Ryan -added Ryan and Taylor's "Exploration Day" with a cute ATV and romance scene. -added a lab entry scene with Ryan and Taylor -added Ryan and Taylor's "cleanup" bath scene -added quite a few more scenes on Damien's route up to the escape and first bj/ "green potion" sex scene. (Taylor can lose virginity to Damien) -added connection scene between a player refusing to suck Mitch's dick and beating him up and the player returning to the main path thread. -added a character menu to ui -added a Change Log accessible from within game -fixed a bunch of typos and small errors for readability 18k words -broke up and edited several passages -added another night of anal with Mitch -added "Drive by Piercer" Julie scene (end of mid node) -added most of the final, steamy night at the cabin with Evan -merged Evan's repeat confession with above scene. -added "Haggard Drew" -added "The G-Man Pursuit" -added hospital scenes and Taylor's introspective moment -added "Deter's Cattle" undercover mission set up -added the start of "Real Roux", the generic hetersexual path that will tie many of the loose ends into a single route. Includes a masturbation scene. Take "call it a night" Evan route to see it. Eventually most of the "opt out" choices from your two friends will lead here. -added "bad" end 17, found by walking home alone after the concert. -started the "Best Friends Route" leads to a urination/bathroom scene. -filled in the option to politely refuse Mitch's advances and let him down gently. One dangling thread tied! -added the start of Craig Bell's route, begun by an unexpected email exchange. (respecting Drew's privacy) -fixed a couple eye colour contradictions caused by me adding character pictures that were different than their initial descriptions. -Also testing a new "novel" formatting style for the the intro content. Let me know what you think. Still trying to find an easy way to bypass twince deleting indents. -added Taylor's mirror epiphany, a very important scene with huge story implications and options for body modifications. Some readers may begin to piece together parts of what has happened to Taylor. I really like this part because it opens up so much story potential in my opinion. Stay tuned- shit is going to get crazy. Beyond this point, the story is essentially unlimited but I will let readers mull over some of the implications. I will just say I have a lot of good short stories already partially written, that could be adapted formed into a Transfigure series spanning a variety of topics from complex assassination plots involving the president to corporate espionage and infiltration all the way to impersonating celebrities for bodyguard work. 15k words added added an early "date" scene with Rhea which "may" lead to an erotic massage. added a bit more content to Julie's "Misunderstanding" route added Taylor's re-try of cocaine and the night of debauchery with Mitch. added "Ultimate blackmail threat" scene with Mitch added connecting scenes for Drew/Taylor's concert adventure. added "Concert with Drew" and a second scene if Taylor decides to push things. added "A Date with Mitch" intro scene /alt route start. added Evan shower scene at cabin. added romantic mountain scenes, a terrifying hiking adventure, and a setup for a potentially steamy final night at the cabin. added a new masturbation scene that rekindles an idea in Taylor's mind. Rewrote and rephrased several early passages that were awkward or that didn't make sense. Also includes dozens of typo, grammar, punctuation, and word optimization improvements. added some more pictures to earlier scenes. added Ryan and Taylor forbidden massage scene. added seperate F/F scenes with Sam and Rhea. I have decided to give Rhea her own route as well. added intro romance scenes with Samantha added "Spin the bottle" scene (girl alt version) added "Strip poker" (girl alt version) 1st half added more extension scenes to Mitch's route - Taylor heads down a dark path that becomes increasingly difficult to escape. added Deter scenes, some lewd depending on Taylor's earlier choices. added new scenes hinting at the Transfigure conspiracy and Deter's analyses reveals a potentially more complete understanding of the nature of Taylor's transformation. added Drew "Bully" scenes and extension content added campus medi-center route start, introducing a new character that may help Taylor escape from the clutches that have ensnared him/her. added more scenes to Evan's route pre- cabin, a travel scene, and the 1st day of the glorious weekend at the cabin. added bad end 16, found by taking a new 1 way branch after the transformation added several new pictures to earlier content, further misc typo/bug fixes. added World war 10 scene with Drew plus other intro content added Drew's fetish discovery added "Tailor Made Taylor Maid" scene with Drew added Mitch anal scene, Poor Taylor :( added Deter's route start...includes a few lewd scenes and spoiler...impromptu brain surgery O.O along with some possible insight into Deter's madness and the Transfigure conspiracy added Evan cabin retreat intro scene of what will be a very hot weekend in the woods... added Ryan route passive content. Our handsome friend may just provide some insights into a mysterious company with an overly suspicious name added Transfigure middle node scene added many branch and alt route threads to set up for the "Grand Destiny" I have envisioned added many pictures both sexy and for characters and background, including a sweet custom flying eraser graphic that I might have trademarked. many passages broken into smaller, easier to digest bits in affort to break down the "Great Wall of Text"- This took quite a while but I think presents a lot better. Typos, grammar, and other misc fixes, also did a polish and bugfix pass fixing many formatting and display issues along with re-writing and updating a few passages in the early game. The game should be overall much more readable... and hopefully more enjoyable. Mitch and Evan routes expanded with additional scenes (only 1 Mitch, content is mostly Evan). You can now lose your virginity to Evan. -added sister "help" scene/makeover -added bath scene -added Julie route start (Find an opportunity to meet your sister, but bend the truth of your identity) -added several Ryan intro and start of his route scenes - you have to go home and search the net to meet up with them. -added more Drew content and romantic route start intro images added and increased #s in early stories Many typos and formatting errors fixed. Misc fixes - filesize should be more representative of game -some picture resolutions adjusted to fit better -awkward text and phrasing updates <<back>>

Since your transformation, you have continued to try and find a way to turn back into a man but the search was fruitless. No matter where you looked there was no information of value to be had beyond superficial hooks. It took so much effort to chase down every pointless thread, which inevitably unravelled to nothing. Your ordeal with Mitch had sapped your time and energy outside of class and it wasn’t long before a part of you begins to give up. The days drift by. You have begun to doubt that you will ever be able to change back into a man but you can’t bring yourself to give up hope quite yet. The next day you go to check out the university bio lab. It has been on your list to check out for a while. The whole place is full of high tech equipment and thousands of experiments. It just might be the perfect place for a lead that may lead to a cure. You spend the afternoon looking around, checking out random projects and rooms. “Know anyone doing uh... gender research?” you ask a man standing in the hallway. “Heh gender studies? You will find those in the arts building,” he answers with a snicker. “No, I mean like genetic gender reversal in animals,” you clarify. “Certain species of fish are capable of changing gender to fit the needs of the species,” you throw the somewhat random factoid out in an effort to convince the man of your intentions. The man’s face straightens. “Hmm, that’s actually quite interesting. I haven’t heard of anything like that before. Big place though, lots of faculty and students, so there is lots of stuff going on. They keep most of the high tech and sensitive research in the restricted section. You will need access granted from one of the project holders or from upper faculty.” [[Continue the conversation]]

You slump down, feeling defeated. This isn’t at all what you wanted. Yet, what was the point of fighting against the walking hurricane that was your sister, Julie? “Don’t mope, you’re gorgeous!” your sister chides you. “I don’t want to be gorgeous!” Your sister laughs. “Hands up, over your head please.” Apparently you have become used to her commands, or at least lost your will to fight. You raise your arms up. Suddenly your sister pulls your shirt off in one fluid motion, leaving your huge appearing breasts to bounce free. “What the hell?” you screech as your sister gleefully cups your tender breasts. “Wow! As good as mine, maybe even better,” your sister comments as she fondles your boobs. The moment goes on way too long for you to not be weirded out. Finally your sister [[releases you and produces a bra.]]

You sigh. None of your options are very appealing. Eventually you find yourself wandering in the direction of your home. By the time you arrive, you have already thought of a few topics to google, yet, as you step through the threshold, you are suddenly distracted by the sound of laughter. You see Julie is openly making out with her boyfriend on the couch. When you enter they break off and Julie greets you excitedly. “~Taylor! Welcome home!” she shouts, sounding more than a bit drunk. “Hey Julie…” you greet your sister. Suddenly Julie’s companion takes up all of your attention as he fills your vision. He is a tall, handsome, and quite athletic man. He is well dressed with mesmerizing blue eyes and an ever-present trace of stubble. He shoots you a beaming, confident smile. To you, Ryan was once everything that you had admired and aspired to be as a man. [[Look at Ryan]] <<set $ftaylor to true>>

You decide to search for leads on campus. You spend an hour at a campus terminal accessing some library records, hoping you could find some thread to pursue within the University’s own research departments. After zoning out reading a boring index, you find a somewhat randomly placed link to a sub database and then search that. Hundreds of promising new academic papers flood your screen. Your hopes rise and fall several times as you look through the list until, finally you stumble on something of note. One of them is written by a name that stands out, a shockingly familiar //Dr. J. Deter//. “Mechanized Atomic Ribonucleic Restructuring… HOLY FUCK, JACKPOT!” “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” shushes a nearby librarian, shooting you a withering glare. "Sorry..." “I am glad you won the lottery, but please be considerate and keep your voice down, miss,” the librarian chides you as you awkwardly shimmy by her and dart into the hallway. [[Go to Mr. Deter’s office]]

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“Ahhhhhh fuck!” Julie curses. You give your sister a small smile. Julie was known to swear on occasion, but she was never really your match in the cussing department. “What’s wrong?” Ryan wonders. “I just got called into work. Damnit.” Your sister worked at a restaurant catering to high end clientele. The place was quite busy and you know for a fact the tips she earned while working there worked out to an hourly wage that would make a lawyer blush. Since it was such an exclusive place with high income, the slots for servers working there were highly contested and so was the incentive to work, especially if they needed help. “Aww, that really sucks! I was looking forward to spending some time together tonight, this is my only real day off until next week,” Ryan says while looking ashen faced. “I know… me too,” Julie laments. Ryan looks at his cellphone clock. “Hmm… I still have a few hours before I have to go in myself. Our night shift supervisors need some supervision of their own apparently.” “No sense driving all the way back and then returning,” Julie agrees. “You might as well stay and keep Taylor company. Then after we are both done work…” your sister leaves the suggestion lingering in the air. “That sounds awesome. You don’t mind if I hang around, do you Taylor?” “Uh, no, it’s fine. Do as you please,” you tell him as you take a seat on the big couch in your living room and begin to pull the laptop out of your backpack. “Cool!” he says as falls back on the other end of the couch you’re sitting on. You are suddenly very glad it is a big couch. Your sister quickly changes and gets ready. She then departs, keys jingling in hand. “No funny business!” she shouts at the two of you as he leaves. //Was that warning necessary?// “Hah, funny business is the best kind of business!” Ryan says, imparting his sage advice. “Hard to go through life without smiling, right Taylor?” He shoots you his trademark sterling grin. “Uh, yep,” you reply with a weak imitation of Ryan’s toothy display. [[Try and work on your laptop]]

<<back>> You are Taylor Roux (pronounced "R-oo"), an average, introverted, and slightly nerdy university student. Taylor is short, slight of build, and unremarkable in most respects except for his well known potty mouth. The kind of guy that gets lost in a crowd and is forgotten not long after introductions. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evan.jpg" class="center"> Evan Moore - has been one of your friends for as long as you can remember. He is in decent shape and is tall and somewhat skinny, with a mop of dark hair that he usually keeps short. He is also more than a bit of a perv. While not much of an athlete, he usually spends his time watching and playing sports as well as sport themed videogames. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/drew.jpg" class="center"> Drew Drachmann -is an overweight nerd who spends most of his time indoors, at his computer. He usually wears glasses and unfashionable clothes and has curly brown hair that has never seen a comb. He is quite intelligent and a good guy though, albeit more than a bit eccentric. You have been friends for ages and get along well for the most part, except when Drew gets in one of his “weird” moods. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/julie.jpg" class="center"> Julie Roux - is your older sister, she is kind of haughty despite being a huge slut. She is very attractive with big brown eyes and long, straight chestnut hair. She has an ample chest and a nice ass, as you are frequently reminded by your friends. She is a lot like you complexion and feature wise, just female. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryan.jpg" class="center"> Ryan - is your sister’s current long term boyfriend, a businessman from the city. He is tall, dark, and handsome with an intense blue-eyed gaze and a ready smile. His work and experience might lead Taylor to some valuable clues. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitch.jpg" class="center"> Mitch - is a bully from school that you have scuffled with previously. A gym rat who deals drugs and goes out of his way to pick on anyone he feels is weak. Mitch is a real dickhead you should probably avoid antagonizing. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/deter.jpg" class="center"> Mr. Deter - is a creepy teacher from school that teaches psychology and also works in the university’s bio research labs. He has expertise in multiple disciplines and isn’t afraid to brag about it. He has a huge belly and a thick, stalinesque handlebar mustache. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/sam.jpg" class="center"> Sam - is short for Samantha. She is bright eyed and perky, a very beautiful redhead woman. She seems intelligent and a lot more reserved than most of your friends. You have had a crush on her for a few years but never had the courage to act. She is good friends with Rhea and Jimmy. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/rhea.jpg" class="center"> Rhea - pronounced “Ray”, is a beautiful buxom blonde who loves male attention. She is really outgoing and sexually aggressive. You get the impression more than a few dicks have penetrated her over the years. Her constant sexual jokes and conversation topics usually make you very uncomfortable. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/jimmy.jpg" class="center"> Jimmy - is a tall lanky guy with a scraggly beard and a penchant for heavy drinking and sniffing out fun parties. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/damien.jpg" class="center"> Damien - An old acquaintance that always made you a bit uneasy. He is funny and well liked but turns into a huge asshole with no self control with even a sip of alcohol. You recall your sister and several of her friends complaining about him and the sexual advances he often made during any number of his near constant benders. Despite this, he is undeniably a brilliant young scientist...perhaps precisely the person to help you research your predicament. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/tim.jpg" class="center"> Tim - Evan's charming and very well hung roomie. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/bloommed.jpg" class="center"> Dr. Fantasia Bloom -the strong-willed and very curvy Dr. Fantasia Bloom is a female foil to Mr. Deter's insanity. Dr. Bloom is a woman who exudes an air of authority. She is a woman of means, intelligence, and power. She is the daughter of a shipping magnate. Dr. Bloom was afforded every advantage and, unlike most in her position, she squandered very little if any of her potential and used her advantages to accelerate her growth and sharpen an already sharp razor-wit into a force to be reckoned with. According to her wiki entry, Dr. Bloom now heads one of the leading nanotechnology development firms, within a giant consortium of other commercial and scientific interests that spans the globe. But Fantasia's firm has a troubling reputation. There are also rumors of strange experiments being conducted on corporate property. Observers note that Dr. Bloom’s most outspoken colleagues often have a habit of disappearing shortly after crossing the Doctor. Fantasia is busty, mature, and utterly fearless while being absolutely peerless in her numerous fields of expertise. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/louise.jpg" class="center"> Louise - is a dominant lesbian woman who is fond of punk rock and rebellious philosophies. Louise is very sexually aggressive and masculine while Rhea is definitely more on the feminine side of this spectrum. Louise hates authority figures and is eager to rebel against the status quo. Louise probably would have been happy to have been born a man, but her lack of a dick has never stopped her from getting her share of pussy. Louise takes what she wants and she doesn't take shit from anyone, especially a man. Louise is also fiercely protective of those she cares about. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/sophie.jpg" class="center"> Sophie Bell - A beautiful, empathetic young woman with a kind heart who has been broken by life's circumstances. Sophie is a pretty blonde, a slender wisp of a woman. Sophie has been traumatized by several recent events in her life. Maybe if Taylor exercises some patience and kindness, perhaps one day Sophie's brilliant smile will return to shine again. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/sandra.jpg" class="center"> Sandra Bell - Sophie's mother and a good friend of the Roux family. She is a fiery, mature, and busty woman who firmly fits into the MILF category. Sandra never minces words and always says what is on her mind. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/craig.jpg" class="center"> Craig Bell - The Bell's adopted son, born with severe mental and physical handicaps. Craig is usually fairly placid but it is clear Craig's mind works in a different manner than most. Taylor has a weird feeling about this guy... <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mrbell.jpg" class="center"> Mr Bell is Craig’s adopted father and Sophie’s biological dad. He is a businessman of some kind. You always found him to be an entertaining and kind host. He clearly adores his wife, Sandra, although he seems to have a roving eye… <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/lucas.jpg" class="center"> Lucas Ferret - is an executive of a company with a very suspicious name. Ferret (pronounced “Fair-Eh”) is Mr. Deter's former partner. Lucas is a man defined by his ambition and lustful greed. Lucas is an older "gentleman" who is always well dressed. He is known to be ruthless and cunning in the business world and is probably someone who should not be taken lightly. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/victoria.jpg" class="center"> Victoria is a Trans Corp Special Director working for Lucas Ferret in the Human Resources Department. She is a stunning young blonde woman with sharp blue eyes and a sly smile. Victoria is tall, slender, and elegant. Her scattered moles and beauty marks do nothing to mar her exceptional good looks. When she enters the room, she seems to suck half the oxygen right out of it. Despite her apparent youth, Victoria seems to be entrusted with a lot of responsibility. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/marg.jpg" class="center"> Margaret Roux - Your adoring and overly sensitive mother. Being around her is suffocating but you love your mother dearly. You just don't want to live with or near her. Marg recently went through a mid-life crisis as you went off to university across the country. She has embraced her newfound passion of real estate and now spends her time trying to sell homes to rich people. In this manner, your mother went from one extreme of the spectrum to the other, from a house wife to a budding business woman. She now works an absurd amount and has become uncharacteristically distant as of late. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/teddy.jpg" class="center"> Teddy Roux - Your father. Mr. Roux works as a minor executive in a large research company. You think your dad did a pretty good job raising you and your sister. He was always honest and blunt and was a good listener whenever you needed to vent or a shoulder to lean your head on. His advice has also saved you and gotten you into trouble more times than you can count. Your dad has been a bit moody and quiet the past few years and you have been worried about him. You suspect he and your mom might be having some troubles, possibly due to your father's traveling schedule and frequent absences. You aren't worried about them getting divorced though because you know that Teddy can be quite charismatic when he wants to be and you are certain he can re-charm your mom once she finishes building her real estate empire. The Envoy - is an odd looking man who claims to represent a mysterious spy network known as “the Agency.” With his gangly limbs and unusual features and mannerisms, the Envoy almost looks a tad inhuman. It is clear that the Envoy is well informed and intelligent, while obviously being backed by mysterious powers with substantial means. The Envoy seems earnest but it is clear he has motivations that may not necessarily align with your own. Minor Characters: <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/gil.jpg" class="center"> Gil - is one of Mitch’s cohorts. A big, dumb jock with a mean streak. One of Taylor’s past tormentors during high school. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/robbie.jpg" class="center"> Robbie Summer - An acquaintance that frequently parties with Jimmy and Rhea. Robbie is perverted and a bit aggressive. He is also kind of dumb... <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/jerry.jpg" class="center"> Jerry - a fairly chill classmate fond of poker and toking. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/stephan.jpg" class="center"> Stephan is an old classmate that you strongly dislike. Stephan always had a witty comment or jibe to throw your way which usually led to your embarrassment. He also was known to hang out with Mitch and Gil, frequently joining in their teasing. Jim and Earl - opportunistic thugs not known for their intelligence. Both men have been formerly convicted of crimes ranging from battery to rape. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/berb.jpg" class="center"> Dr. Berber - A psychiatric fellow at a nearby hospital responsible for mental evaluations. He also works at a mental institution and treats distressed patients with severe psych problems. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/masterpeeshi.jpg" class="center"> Master Peeshi - Is the “master proprietor” of the Personal Zen Master training school. Although he appears to be an older man, his age is indistinct. Peeshi possesses the physique of a young bodybuilder. Master Peeshi has a confident smile and relaxed demeanor. He exudes an almost otherworldly presence of tranquility. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taytay.jpg" class="center"> Taylor Quicksilver - is a famous singer and idol for millions of young women. She famous for her youthful melodies, long legs, and elegant style. Taylor has performed all over the world and has produced several top selling records as well as countless brief romances. Tay QS is probably as fickle as she is beautiful. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ariana.jpg" class="center"> Ariana Mucho - A young looking performer and singer that has become a worldwide stage sensation and closet fap for many. With her “little bad girl” look and youthful mediterranean and latino features she is undeniably beautiful. Ariana has attracted the attention of many suitors and overly enthusiastic fans. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cho2.jpg" class="center"> BJ Cho a busty Korean dancer with moves that make men go insane. Known for her various opening acts and a lot of streaming sessions where she can make thousands of dollars in a couple minutes for a non-nude dance. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/lizzy.jpg" class="center"> Oh Lizzy - a busty, raven-haired beauty from France known for her provocative dancing counterbalanced by innocent music and glowing sex appeal. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/emily.jpg" class="center"> Emily Watson, a striking young actress from the UK famous for her role in a popular series about witches and magic. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/maggie.jpg" class="center"> Maggie Roberts, a busty blonde with a piercing gaze that stops men in their tracks. Known for her role in various superhero films and a hit TV series about bats. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/natalie.jpg" class="center"> Natalie Prynn - is a slender, dark-haired beauty known for her role in various hit films including several cult classics and a famous movie series about battling for control of a war torn galaxy. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/agent29.jpg" class="center"> Agent Twenty Nine aka Matthew Leblanc is an agency spy. Although perhaps not the sharpest tool in the shed, Matt is a capable fighter. Matt is always eager to enter the fray, or into the panties of any beautiful woman nearby. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/agent12.jpg" class="center"> A mysterious agent with eyes like ice and a matching disposition. Twelve, or "J" appears to be some sort of sniper or heavy weapons expert, as she is always in the company of several large firearms. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/proprietor.jpg" class="center"> The Proprietor is the nickname for the owner of the Platinum Palace brothel operating from the Broadmoor Hotel. The Proprietor is an older man, bald and spectacled, that seems to have had his senses sharpened instead of dulled by time. Although he seems outwardly placid, rumours of his underworld connections and past misdeeds swirl about the brothel. <<back>>

You throw in some bubbles too for good measure because bubbles are fucking awesome. You sink into the warm water with a satisfied sigh. A sigh that sounds a bit too much like a sensual purr for your own liking. This body was hard enough to live with let alone with you having such a different voice and vocal range. You know you could probably kick some ass at karaoke. Being sexy was kind of fun too, but that was beside the point! The attention and perks were nice but you knew they just as well would attract a bunch of weirdos and jerks. The life of a sexy young minx wasn’t all fun and games! Your line of thought causes you to sigh again and then sigh in response to your sigh. //Fuck if I do this I will just go into a loop of moaning. I really hope Julie doesn’t come back.// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/bath2.jpg" class="center"> You enjoy your time soaking in the tub. You try and forget all the stressful shit bothering you. You stretch out your hairless legs and suddenly get the urge to massage the suds into them. “Ohhhh…. That feels so good,” you moan. Soon your hands roam farther afield and you are stroking the outside of your burning slit. With a mixture of slow rotations on your clit and gradual shallow shlicking with your middle finger, you are soon brought over the edge. “God damn this lewd body,” you scold yourself as you sink under the bubbly water in embarrassment. [[Later that night...]]

You try and make polite conversation as you open up your laptop and type out a few notes but it is difficult as Ryan attempts to engage with you in conversation. It is hard to do anything with him //distracting// you like that. //Ryan sure is friendly tonight,// you can’t help but note. “So, Taylor, what do you do for fun around here?” he finally asks you. You sigh. Ryan is a difficult fellow to ignore. “I am a bit of a nerd,” you admit. “I really like video games too.” “Oh?” Ryan seems surprised. “Most beautiful women don’t become avid gamers for some reason.” The off-handed compliment makes you double-blink. “It is because they are stupid. Why cultivate intelligence if you can get whatever you want with a smile and a low-cut shirt?” you muse. “Hahaha!” Ryan’s rich, cheerful laugh surprises you. “Maybe there is something to that. So what’s your secret then?” “What do you mean?” “Well you’re clearly very smart //and// pretty.” “Uh...That’s nice of you to say…” //In a really creepy fucking way!// Julie //just// left and he is already flirting with her “cousin”? //What a horndog!// you think. Yet a part of you is still impressed. You always used to think Ryan was the kind of guy who could get any girl he wanted. And yet he somehow ended up with your sister. //And now he is taking an interest in me?// You aren’t sure at all how to feel about that. The idea is both flattering and super fucking weird at the same time. “What’s your favourite game, Taylor?” Ryan asks you. “I have too many to list. Right now I am really enjoying //Kingdom Aces// and replaying some good classics like //Battle Frogs.//” “Oh really? I love that game! You remember when the King Kong Frog jumps down and destroys half the planet you are fighting on?” You laugh at the shared memory. Ryan’s enthusiasm is a bit infectious and you get caught up in a protracted nerdy story explaining how you used a clever exploit to defeat a hundred “impossible” enemies at once. You’re pleasantly surprised Ryan that appears to know what he is talking about. After reminiscing about a few awesome in-game moments Ryan finally stops you. “Whoa, whoa Taylor! You talk a good game - but do you //play// one?” he challenges you. You can’t help but laugh. “You sound like a cheesy game commercial. But, yeah, actually I do - and I will kick your fucking ass if you let me.” “Well then, I just won’t //let// you then, eh?” he teases you. “Hmph.” You scowl at Ryan but he just grins back, clearly amused at your reactions. //Fuck I probably can’t even grimace in this body without looking cute.// Ryan’s arrogance annoys the heck out of you. You can’t refuse his challenge. “Bring on the frogs!” Ryan shouts. “Bring on the frogs!” you agree. You close your laptop, your plan to research your condition is postponed. You have frogs to battle! [[Play the game with Ryan]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/btcover.jpg" class="center"> The next three hours pass by so quickly you are absolutely floored when you glance at the clock. You had become so absorbed in your quest to defeat Ryan that you had seriously lost track of time. “Holy shit, it is late!” you comment. You felt a tad guilty for putting off your “homework” but you had so much fun you forgot how fucked up your life was for an entire three hours! That was quite a miracle in and of itself in your opinion. You find Ryan to be as you expected: he’s funny, charming, and easy-going. He wasn’t the greatest gamer but he put up a pretty damn impressive fight despite the obvious gap in experience. Ryan notices you staring at the clock. “I still got over an hour before I have to be at the office,” he informs you. “Your cousin won’t be back for hours,” he adds. “Uh, huh…” Not quite sure what to do with the information, you just smile and nod at him. “I got nowhere to be!” you say cheerily. Suddenly Ryan shifts closer you, sitting directly next you on the couch. “I am really glad I am here too,” Ryan says. “I didn’t say that…but I did have fun,” you grudgingly admit. You silently wish he would give you more space. //Is it getting hot in here??// you wonder. Ryan seems to focus on you, your presence taking up his complete attention. He quietly studies you as you instinctively squirm under his gaze. His closeness makes you deeply uncomfortable. You can even smell his faint cologne, a fresh fragrance superimposed with a hint of cinnamon. With every breath you inhale a small part of Ryan until your mind is tied in tangles by the alluring, heady scent. [[Try and put some distance between you]]

Just as you are about to awkwardly stand and get a drink of water in an effort to distance yourself from Ryan, he suddenly hits you with a tender confession. “You know what, Taylor? It is obvious, you are a very special woman. I think you’re really cool and that we should be friends.” “Uh...thanks.” //I am not a woman though…// Just a few weeks ago, you would have jumped at the chance to be Ryan’s friend, yet now you can’t help but feel a bit conflicted. You look up at Ryan for a moment. //A really special woman.// His words bounce around in your mind. You have always wanted Ryan’s approval for as long as you have known him ...but it was quite surreal to get it like this. “Hey, Taylor, may I ask you something?” “What?” “Do you have a boyfriend?” he enquires bluntly. “//Boyfriend!?// What? No!” You are about to castigate him for such a random question when it finally occurs to you why he is curious. “I can’t believe a stunning, obviously brilliant, young woman like yourself is single,” he confides in you. “It seems almost unbelievable.” A strange uneasy feeling that had been present all night suddenly flares to full force. You curse your new hormones as you flush bright red at his words. You know you shouldn’t react the way you are, yet you can’t seem to help it. You become conscious that your heart is suddenly beating //very// fast. The two of you then lock eyes and the tension in the room increases exponentially. //Why is he staring at me like that… What the hell is wrong with him?// Yet it was //you// that felt strange. It is easy to blame Ryan but only you have control over your own actions. //What’s wrong with ME?// You wonder as you feel the sweat drip down the small of your back. //I need to get out of here! I need to...I need to… to...move...now!// [[Try and stand up]]

You find your legs to be like jelly. You cannot move. You strain to rise and flee but find yourself falling just short of the threshold. Yet despite every ounce of your willpower, you are unable to muster any response, suddenly lost in Ryan’s big, oddly comforting blue eyes. You blink once and suddenly they are a lot closer, appearing so large they will swallow you up. //Nooooooooo!// your mind howls as Ryan’s nose gently brushes your own as he leans in for a kiss. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryankiss.jpg" class="center"> “Mmmm!” Ryan’s mouth covers yours and your lips press together firmly. The seconds tick on, stretching the moment on to infinity before time retches back to the present. Your eyes bulge and your arms move to push him off of you but you find Ryan’s muscular chest to be immobile. “Mmmgff!” you groan in protest, but Ryan just holds you steadily while his lips gently meet and massage your own, touching and withdrawing in a strange dance, gradually prying your mouth open for Ryan’s tongue to violate. [[Why is this happening to me?]]

Soon you are locked inside your room, heart and stomach still aflutter. You feel almost feverishly hot. //Fucking hell!// You resolve to avoid Ryan at all costs. You lie down in bed and burrow under the covers but find sleep to be elusive. Why did that all that have to happen to you? It takes a while but you fall asleep waking up to the noise and vibration of a door slamming. You try and return to sleep but it doesn’t take. You can hear muffled voices outside in the hall. //Ryan and Julie...// Your ears can’t help but perk up and strain to listen. You hear a banging noise as the pair enter your sister’s room. Ryan says something and your sister giggles. You imagine them fall naked together on the bed, listening and following the the sound of their cues, observing them as if through mental x-ray goggles. You hear your sister speaking but can’t quite make out the words. You hear another loud noise followed by laughter. It goes quiet for a moment before the silence is broken by your sister’s slutty moans. “Ohhhh…..Oh! Oh!” You listen to your sister through the wall, not sure whether to curse or be thankful for the paper thin walls. You can feel the vibrations and hear the bouncing of the bed’s springs. Soon the noise is all you can hear...and think about. Your pussy feels very warm. //Ahhh! Fucking hell!// After a bit of flustered mental gymnastics, you decide to: [[Go take a peek]] [[Put on music and a pillow over your head and go to sleep]]x

Ears and pussy burning, you decide to creep forth and satisfy your curiosity and maybe get a little fodder to satisfy your other urges as well. You enter the hallway, quiet as a mouse and move towards your sister’s door. Luckily in their haste, the pair of lovers left the door open a crack. With a single finger you gradually pry the door open and manage to peer inside. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryanjulie.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> The sight that greets you steals the breath from your throat. Ryan is fucking your sister from behind, both of them moaning and moving with obvious pleasure. Ryan and Julie are still partially clothed, apparently so eager to fuck that they couldn’t even wait to strip first. Your sister is bent over the edge of the bed while Ryan rams into her from behind, doggy style. [[You watch them with morbid fascination.]]

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The next morning you snap awake to a knock at your door. You open the door and find Ryan awkwardly standing on the other side. With his close presence, you immediately feel anxious. “Hey I wanted to apologize about last night,” he began. “On the couch there. That was wrong of me, I just got swept up in the moment. The truth is...I haven’t played games in like a year and I don’t really get to do stuff like that anymore and it was just really fun and nostalgic, you know? And then I looked at you and you are just so beautiful and //familiar// and I just sort of lost control. I apologize, I am not like that normally,” he assures you, appearing earnest and remorseful. He stares at you, waiting for you to reply but you find your response to be unusually slow. “I-it’s okay,” you manage to respond and Ryan looks relieved. “I think I know how you feel,” you add after a moment and instantly regret speaking. At your last comment, Ryan’s’ expression softens. “Uh… breakfast should be ready in a few minutes,” he communicates. “Anyway I just wanted to speak to you beforehand, I didn’t really want an awkward breakfast.” “We are fine,” you reassure him. “I am glad. We wouldn’t want any misunderstandings with your cousin, eh?” He gives you a last lingering look of regret and longing before he turns and disappears down the stairs. You find yourself staring at his figure as he walks away. There was a time, not long ago that you wanted to be Ryan, or rather as much like him as possible. He was confident and outgoing, wildly successful and in great shape. And he just seemed to have fun wherever he went. He was a happy guy and it showed. Everyone wanted a piece of that. Only a short while earlier, you had planned to do your best to imitate him during the current semester. Now, such an ambition was altogether impossible. [[Go have breakfast with Julie and Ryan]]

You join your sister and Ryan at the table a few minutes later after washing up. It was simple fare, toast and cereal, but delicious. Ryan seemed unusually muted during the meal’s conversation. “Whatcha doin’ today, Taylor?” he asks you during a lull in the conversation. “I have some research to do...and some school stuff,” you reply vaguely. Ryan leans forward, placing an elbow of his big arm on the table. “What classes do you have?” Before you can answer, he asks you another question, more directly. “And what kind of mysterious “research” are you doing?” He seems a little //too// interested. Ryan definitely never had this level of interest in you before. [[Talk about class]] [[Mention your research and see what he thinks]]x

You decide to play it safe and talk about class. You bore Ryan with some irrelevant details and the topic thankfully meanders away from your unusual circumstances. After breakfast you head to class and pass another day in the clouds. You just had so much to think about, so many ideas floating around and competing for your attention. The ideas were only half the battle. You had discovered, to your constant dismay, that it was Ryan’s image that stubbornly kept coming up. By the time lunch comes around you are only partially distracted. At the end of your final class you realize an awful truth: you are incredibly horny. If you were a man you would run to a bathroom stall and jerk off quickly --at least you would get through the day. Yet now you can’t imagine doing such a thing. //Besides, it would take too damn long,// you lament. As you squirm in your chair you feel your panties cling uncomfortably close to your damp pussy. You see Evan and Drew both coming towards you. //Oh shit!// “This isn’t a good time guys! I-am-not-feeling-well,” you shout to your confused friends as you dash by. When you arrive home you feel like a bath. [[Have a bath]]

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“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” moans of passion again echoed throughout your house. You listen to your sister’s muffled voice with horrified fascination. You listen intently, scarcely daring to even breathe. “You have been //insatiable //this past week,” your sister chides Ryan in between her gasps for breath. //Ever since he met me? //you realize with embarrassment. //That has to be just a super creepy coincidence. Please, please, please, let it just be a super-creepy-coincidence!// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylorvoy.jpg" class="center"> That uncertainty makes you deeply uncomfortable. After listening to the sounds of their sex for a while, you soon find your own hands gently rubbing yourself in time with the sounds. Much to your astonishment, your panties are already soaked through... //This is so wrong. I should give them some privacy before I am found out!// You tear yourself away from the vibrating wall and try to lose yourself in a new TV series. [[Time drifts on by]]

A week later your sister informs she should be working late. “Have fun,” you say as you wave her off. The very instant she departs, you hear a knock on your front door. "Fuck!" you curse as you appraise your state of dress...or lack thereof. You are wearing one of your old sweaters, now so woefully oversized it functions as a comfortable, warm dress. Your outift leaves your long legs completely exposed. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/sweaterdress.jpg" class="center"> As you debate dashing and changing, the knock repeats. For a second you think it is Julie but quickly realize she wouldn’t knock. With a sigh, you give up on the idea of changing. You open the door to find <<popup "Ryan" "Ryan desc">> standing on the front step. He grins ear to ear when he sees you...and how you are dressed. “Interested?” he says while holding up a kung fu dvd. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/kungfu.jpg" class="center"> “Huh? You want to fight?” you joke, raising your tiny fists and slender arms into a fighting stance. Ryan appraises you for a moment with a smile. “I’d never fight someone so fierce!” he replies. “I am pretty fierce,” you agree. “So...may I come in?” “Julie isn’t here. She just left for work,” you inform him. “I am not here to see Julie. I am here to see //you//, Taylor.” Your storm of conflicting emotions returns. Your anxiety gets multiplied a hundredfold. You want to tell him to leave, to fuck off and leave you alone. “Yeah, you can come in...” you find yourself whispering instead. “Cool, this movie is going to be great! Plus I get to watch it with a total babe like you.” [[Watch the movie with Ryan]]

Ten minutes later you are both laughing at the movie. It was clear from the onset that this particular film was going to be hilarious. “That is //so// unrealistic!” you huff, while laughing at one of the ridiculous moves on screen. The movie is pretty entertaining in a terrible sort of way. In the grand finale, the final battle, everything is decided with a single blow. “You can’t actually kick someone like that,” you comment with a shake of your head, forcing you to brush the hair from your eyes. “No, that move is totally legit,” Ryan insists as he stands up and mimes an exaggerated impression of the kick. “See?” “That wasn’t even close!” you object as you stand up. It was more like,“hoo-ah!” you yell in an attempt to imitate the on screen move. You spin around and a swing a high kick up towards Ryan’s head. Except now you are much shorter than before and your leg only reaches his chest. As soon as you complete your kick, you immediately regret it, for your long, bare legs are exposed to Ryan as well as your panties from beneath your oversized sweater. Despite attacking, in that instant you feel completely vulnerable and Ryan takes advantage of your weakness by pragmatically grabbing hold of your leg, leaving you awkwardly bouncing on the other for support. Ryan grins broadly, he seems to be more than enjoying himself. Ryan then moves in a bit too close for your comfort and you try and instinctively hop backwards. You both fall together in a tangle of limbs onto the couch. The next thing you know, your faces are nearly pressed together. As soon as you make eye contact the last vestiges of your willpower evaporates completely. //It would be so easy to just close my eyes and….give in to my racing heart and the excitement of the moment.// [[Close your eyes]]

You open your eyes and find Ryan an inch away from your face. Then, without any input on your part, your lips meet and with their touching, it instantly prompts Ryan into an all out make-out assault. The intensity of his advance leaves you completely defenseless as you are quickly overwhelmed by his passionate kisses. Soon your entire upper body is red and flushed and you are too disoriented to repel or return his affections. You feel his stubble rub roughly against your cheek as you try desperately to push him away. Yet you soon find your strength to be failing. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryankiss2.jpg" class="center"> “Mmmm!” you moan as Ryan slips his tongue back into your mouth. You try and push back against him with your own tongue but it has the opposite effect you were hoping for. //Oh my god… I am French kissing my sister’s boyfriend!// The horrified thought lingers briefly in your mind but is soon replaced with unfamiliar sensations of growing pleasure. [[Let the experience continue]]

While still cupping your breasts, Ryan’s other hand gradually explores your thighs, eventually coming to rest in between your legs. Shocked, you draw away from him for a moment, looking down at your lower body and then over to Ryan’s penetrating blue eyes. You feel yourself flush and turn away in embarrassment, catching a view of Ryan’s massive erection pitching a great tent in his pants. You twist away just as Ryan again leans in and covers your lips and cheeks in kisses. His tenderness and raw affection leaves you mentally spinning. In that moment, you can’t really think of anything except the feeling of your body touching against Ryan's. The whole scene is absolutely //surreal//. Ryan’s hands alone are nearly driving you mad. Especially the one present between your legs, so close to your most sensitive parts. You feel your too-hot pussy, just aching to be touched, like an itch just out of reach… it was //so //frustrating. The heat and wetness from your sex is now obvious, so you begin to wonder why Ryan doesn’t advance. Why is he tormenting you? You want him to stroke you down lower, to push just a bit deeper into your folds, yet his hand does nothing but hover excruciatingly above your aching loins. You make eye contact again and he finally gives you what you have been yearning for. Ryan begins to gently probe your mound, eagerly watching your reactions as he teases you. You inhale sharply as he brushes against a sensitive spot. At your response, Ryan stops cold until, seeing your distress and embarrassment, along with your evident desire to continue (or rather your lack of protest), he slowly returns his hand between your legs. His hand slips behind your panties and he begins touching you directly. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryanslip.webp" class="center"> He runs a finger down the middle of your vagina. It’s impossible to hide how wet you are. You gasp as Ryan begins petting you. It’s weird and uncomfortable but still a hundred times more fun than jacking off. As he strokes you and presses all your little love buttons, you begin to freak out. Ryan begins moving his middle finger deeper with every pass and you start to approach an orgasm that you now so desperately crave. “Oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhh!” “Helllloooo? Anyone here? I am ~hooome!!” Julie’’s voice suddenly rings through the house. //Oh shit! Shit! Shit! My sister is back!// [[Fuuuuuuuuck! Panic!]]

Her words make you uncomfortable...but not as uncomfortable as the way your sister seems to be looking at you...almost as an object of lust. //Whoa…. This joke has gone on long enough,// you think as you try and edge slowly towards the door. But before you can escape, Julie blocks your path. There is something about her body language and expression that immediately sets alarm bells ringing in your head. Suddenly Julie takes command, pulling your shirt down without shame, revealing your bare perky breasts to the room. Perhaps it is the shock, or the sudden onset of cool air, but you immediately become conscious of your hard nipples. Julie seems impressed at your breast size. She smiles at your chest as she gives your right breast a soft, playful squeeze. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/julietaylor.jpg" class="center"> “These are way too nice for Taylor,” Julie opines with a shake of her head. “I almost might have to keep you all for myself.” “What are you doing?” you finally manage to ask her. Your voice comes off as shrill and desperate. [[Try and come clean]]

A particular Katy Perry song runs through your head... Your sister’s lips meet yours. Her lips are soft, gentle...and unbearably warm. “Mmmphh! Mghh! Mmmm…..” it frightens you how quickly your protests change to acceptance. //Holy fuck!// you think, your mind spinning. Your sister is a //really// good kisser. //I guess she has had a lot of practice,// you note dryly. Julie teases you, her sensuous lips kissing you with intimacy and urgency. You shouldn’t be kissing another woman as a woman- that is kind of weird as is- but kissing your fucking sister? You are beginning to think you might end up in a psychology manual one day. //What about Julie’s boyfriend? Fucking hell!// You didn’t even know your sister liked girls. Your sister pulls away, thankfully giving you a moment to breath. You feel dizzy, your beautiful sister has stolen your breath away. “Julie…” Your sister ignores you, she pulls your shirt over your head with a giggle. Your mouth falls open and your sister fills it with her invading tongue. //This is fucking WRONG!// “Hnngh!” you yelp as your sister withdraws, giving your breast a playful bite. “We have to stop this right niiiiiioooooooooooowww~ ahhh.” Your sister’s groping intensifies, her soft but firm hands roaming about, making all your most sensitive places tingle. //I guess Julie is familiar with a body like this….Oh my god. I just have to yell out that I am Taylor, why can’t I do it!?// Your sister slowly works her way back up to your lips. She begins making out with you, again drowning out any hope of a timely explanation. When she withdraws, you are left breathing like you just ran a marathon. Your mind is screaming, your heart pounding, your pussy… “Wow, you are soaked, Tammy,” Julie observes, answering your line of thought. She withdraws a glistening finger from your underwear. Before you can say anything Julie places the finger in her mouth and sucks it clean with an impish smile that makes you simultaneously cringe and flood with wetness. Julie grabs your trembling hand. “No need to be nervous,” she coos in your ear. Julie places your hand on her breast, carefully judging your reaction. “Oh my fucking god, Tammy, you are //soooo// cute!” [[Continue your awkward and awesome moment with Julie]]

You panic and slide to the other side of the couch while Ryan nonchalantly sits up, straightens his shirt, and acts like nothing amiss was happening just as your sister enters the room. You quickly use a pillow to hide the smell and sight of your soaked pussy. //If Julie would have been any later…// Your sister might have walked in on something horrifying. The thought was hard to imagine and would be harder still to explain away. “What are you two doing?” Julie asks, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at your positioning on the couch. “Just finished a kung fu movie,” Ryan answers without missing a beat. “I got another one, //Death from a Thousand Punches,// if you want to join us for round two,” Ryan suggests. You know your sister hates such fare. “Uh, pass.” Julie sighs. “Been a long day at work and I am exhausted. I am going to shower and go to bed.” “I will be up in a little bit,” Ryan assures her. “Well, depends on how good //Thousand Punches// is.” Julie rolls her eyes and shoots you a sympathetic look. You shrug, finding it difficult to meet her eyes. “Alright, enjoy getting //punched!//” Julie says, and with that she is gone, leaving only the sound of the creaking of the staircase as goes went upstairs. //Which leaves Ryan and I alone again,// you realize with a blush. The heady atmosphere once dissipated, rapidly reforms. Ryan gives you a wink as he stands and pops in the next dvd and...then proceeds to sit down directly right beside you. You are shocked at his boldness. “Uhh...that is a bit //close,//” you say to him, a tad alarmed. It was awful enough with your sister at work, but just upstairs….that added a whole new level of danger...and excitement. “She is going to catch us and we shouldn’t be doing this anyway…” you manage to say when Ryan puts a hand on your thigh. There was a part of that line of thought that was terrifying but also simultaneously very arousing. [[Look back at Ryan]]

“She won’t catch us,” Ryan asserts confidently, just as the sound of running water erupts from upstairs and rattles your house’s old plumbing. “Julie likes like long showers, especially after work so we will have some privacy,” Ryan explains. “I know her routine and she takes her time, sometimes doing her hair and shit too after. Perhaps even an hour or so--beyond the shower,” he informs you, apparently throwing the possibility of some kind of tryst out there. “Uh huh…” His pure ballsiness and overflowing confidence mesmerize you. You never would have had the courage to do anything similar, had the situation been reversed. //The beautiful girl would have made me nervous….now I am the girl.// It still didn’t seem right, but what did seem and feel right, was the intense yearning present inside you and the glowing sensation of the often remembered moment your lips first touched. As the movie rolls on ignored in the background, you find your eyes drawn to each other, like iron to a lodestone. Without even really thinking it over, the moment of tension explodes as Ryan shimmies forward and embraces you. He holds you tightly for a few moments, before pushing you softly back onto the couch. He climbs on top of you and you let him, your slender arms falling to your sides. Ryan kisses your neck and works his way to your earlobes, which he playfully nibbles upon. His lips peck you dozens of times as your face shifts side to side. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryankiss2.jpg" class="center"> [[Ryan continues kissing you]]

You can not tell how long has passed since Ryan first started kissing you. You can just make out the faint sound of the water still running upstairs but you feel like it has already been ages since your sister left. The pressure inside you continues building and you can feel Ryan’s skillful caresses bringing you near your limit. You open your bewildered eyes and try to steady your shivering body but it proves impossible as Ryan coaxes you beyond your ability to resist. All the pressure, built up over oh-so-long, floods out of you in an instant as you are rocked with an intense orgasm that leaves you squirming and spasming. You flop around like a freshly caught fish yet are held securely in Ryan’s strong arms while he observes from above with blissful approval at the results of his handiwork. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/oface.gif" class="center"> You are fucking broken. Your orgasm shakes you over and over again sending waves of pleasure permeating throughout your body and triggering secondary orgasms that leave you breathless and twitching, forcing your eyes to roll back in your head. //Oh my fucking god…// That was the most intense sensation you have ever felt in your entire life. The //best// feeling by far. //Like fifty male orgasms in one,// you think as your legs continue to spasm slightly as pleasurable aftershocks continue to undulate through your new body. Women had it way better than men! //This is awesome!// “Taylor… are you okay?” Ryan asks, his voice sounded somewhat pained and distant. You open your eyes and try to focus your spinning vision only to land on Ryan’s massive erection straining futilely against his pants. [[Think about how you feel]]

“I am //way// better than okay,” you finally admit when you find your voice. You barely manage to suppress a shiver; your entire body is covered in goosebumps. You feel so good right now that it frightens you to be aware of what you would do to repeat this feeling. //Almost anything...// You look over at Ryan’s clearly defined dick and the balance scales shift within your mind. After all, Ryan made you feel so much pleasure, it would be very rude to leave him hanging. You imagine if your situations were reversed his erection would be very uncomfortable. You’ve seen dicks before, you had one not long ago too, so you rationalize it isn’t //that// big of a deal if you help him out. And since you were familiar, there wasn’t anything really to be grossed out over, either. You stare at Ryan’s crotch and bite your lip. “Do you want to see it?” Ryan coyly asks you. //It!?// You blink and alternate glances between his eyes and the pitched tent. “I…” is all you can manage to stammer in response. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryanstrips.webp" class="center"> “Oh my god. You’re so cute, Taylor!!” Ryan comments as he begins to unbuckle his belt. “I will make it easy on you.” He slides his pants and boxers down with one fluid motion and his massive erect cock bounces free. You stare at him in open mouthed surprise. What is he expecting you to do? Does he want you to suck his dick? Or maybe more…? Your sister is just upstairs! What the hell is he thinking? But your question is answered when Ryan again sits beside you, pants and underwear around his ankles, while his huge cock stands proudly at attention like a rocket ready at the launch pad. His cock is so large it renders you speechless. //Maybe even permanently you,// you think, imagining trying to fit that huge beast into your mouth and choking to death. Just as you are about to call an end to the whole thing, Ryan reaches over and grabs your delicate hand and then gently moves it over and wraps it around his petrified member. //[[I can't believe this!]]//

Your tiny hand tightly grips Ryan’s shaft. Probably too tightly, you suddenly realize. You are so damn nervous and excited you are buzzing. You relax your grip and attempt to calm yourself. Jacking off is something you have had a lot of practice at but, from this perspective it just seems...//different// and admittedly kind of //wrong.// Still, it is quite hot, no matter the perspective. As you slowly move your hand, Ryan lets the sound of a deep, ragged breath escape his lips. You are suddenly conscious of just how big his cock is and how hot and hard it feels on the skin of your tiny, soft hand. Ryan’s dick was pretty marvelous. Any man on earth would be proud to have one similar. You are momentarily entranced by Ryan’s cock. It was easily double the size of yours was when you were a guy. //He is obviously very excited… because of me//, you realize with shock. You give Ryan’s cock a few tentative pumps and he moans in obvious pleasure. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryanjerk2.webp" class="center"> Suddenly you hear the shower upstairs cutoff. You experience a moment of intense panic. //If Julie comes down here and sees us like this she will go completely berserk! We will seriously be killed!// You sister was fairly chill most of the time but there were certain buttons that, once pressed, would send her into a legendary rage. You had half a dozen small scars and piles of once valuable items reduced to ashes and debris to use as evidence for the argument to not press those buttons. Ryan, lost in pleasure, apparently doesn’t notice or care. Your sister could appear at any moment. You have to finish and cover up as soon as possible. //I either make him cum quick or get the fuck out of here….// Those seemed to be your options. //Shit!// Every second counts, so you have to act while you still have the opportunity. //It’s do or die! Err, cum or die!// [[Complete your mission]]

You decide to start stroking Ryan faster. One of your tiny hands glides up and down his pole, using his own overflowing precum to speed your movements, while the other rubs your clit in circular motions. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/hj3.jpg" class="center"> Time is of the absolute essence, so you stroke Ryan with the impetus and skill of a professional whore, for you had once been a teenage boy, a fapping veteran spilling seed during his prime. Now you put that skill to use in your moment of need. “Ohh Jesus Taylor your hand feels so good….uhh uhh...oh god… fuck! Uhhhhh! Wow! Holy fuuuuck! I am coming!” he announces. //Oh my god ...so am I!// you realize at the same time. You both cum at about the same moment, a wave of pleasurable warmth washing over you just as Ryan’s cock bulges and ejaculates all over your hand and his own pubic area with several big splashes of thick, white cum. You are shocked at the sheer volume of his explosion, your cupped hand is now full of his sticky white semen. Its pungent, slightly fishy smell touches your nostrils and you inhale the somewhat unfamiliar scent. //I guess he was excited and we did stop earlier….// You marvel at your accomplishment. You were well aware of how uncomfortable that must have been for him. [[Enjoy the afterglow]]

You both just sit there, unmoving but for your heavy breathing, enjoying the momentary afterglows of your orgasms. “I didn’t think you were that experienced,” Ryan comments in amazement at your apparent skill. “I am not that experienced!” you object. “Well...just hand jobs I guess…” “You like handjobs? I do too,” Ryan laughs with a content smile and heavy lidded-eyes. A moment later you become more clear headed and realize your sister could appear at any moment. That and you have a handful of your sister’s boyfriend’s cum. //Ahhhhhhhh!// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cumhand.jpg" class="center"> [[Creeeeeaaaaaaaack]]

The next morning the three of you again meet over the breakfast table. You and Ryan exchange knowing looks with each other as you sit down. He gives you a sly smile. “Good morning Tay!” your sister says as she plops down a plate of waffles in front of you for breakfast. “These smell delicious.” “They taste delicious too,” Ryan adds. “Just one of your cousin’s //many// talents.” //Yep cooking and slut stuff, she is a real pro at those two things...// You slap the oddly jealous thoughts away. You take a big syrup covered bite of waffle and revel in its glorious, fluffy texture. “Mmmmm!” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/waffle.jpg" class="center"> Just as you prepare to eat another mouthful, you feel Ryan’s foot brush up against yours. “Mmm!” you let out a surprised muffled noise, hoping it sounds like your earlier enjoyment of the top class waffles. Ryan’s touch wakes you up completely in a single instant. You soon forget about the waffles completely. [[Play footsie with Ryan]]

Evan greets you with a wave. “Taylor! What took so long?” “Doesn’t matter. What did you find?” “I will show you. Follow me!” Evan leads you to the basement. “Check it out!” Evan says enthusiastically as he tosses two bundles down on a folding table. One object is about the size of a toolbox, the other appears to be a simple envelope. “Huh?” “Test kits!” Evan elaborates. “For your researching your condition.” “Cool!” “The big one is kinda old and I think some of the things inside might be a bit expired but I am sure it is fine. We should be able to do some basic lab work and get results quick.” “And the other?” “Is a full lab workup, super accurate and expensive. It is also anonymous too, I checked. You send it off express and you get emailed results.” “Oh, neat.” “The send off will probably give way more worthwhile information.” “I don’t know if I can afford the good one.” “Already prepaid by dad’s practice. They use it for certain things they want done quickly.” “I see, thanks a bunch Evan, this is great!” You feel a bit awkward taking advantage of Evan's generostiy but you decide to: [[Use the home kit]] [[Use the send away kit]]x

You decide to use the home kit, since it is already there in front of you. You take a saliva sample and a few pricks of blood, rubbing them on the provided test sheets in the areas that are chemically activated. After an hour, you have completed most of them. “Wow,” you say in stunned disbelief, as you look over the unremarkable results. //What a fucking waste of time!// You have learned only two things of essentially trivial importance. The tests confirm you have high estrogen but otherwise healthy levels of female hormones. You were expecting that. The other discovery, however, you were not. Your blood type had changed. You used to be AB, now your very blood seems to having morphed into that of a universal donor. //An O negative girl//. At least you were O positive where it counts. You recall hearing about how difficult it is for some women to achieve orgasm, and you are glad you don’t fall into that camp. //And hey, maybe I can save a few lives by going to the blood bank, neat!// “That’s so weird,” you say, mystified over the bloody revelation. “Why? If you can transform into a chick, can’t your blood change too?” “Apparently.” “Sorry, it seems kinda like a bust,” Evan apologizes but you give him a comforting smile. “Not, your fault. Progress!” you say as you follow Evan back upstairs to his room. The moment you two are alone in Evan’s room you feel the atmosphere change. You two look at each other and you notice Evan take a deep breath, as if working up his courage to ask you something. You shake your head in disbelief. “NO!” you yell preemptively in an attempt to forestall Evan's inevitable idiotic rationalizations. Evan opens his mouth but you refuse to let him pollute you with his stupidity. [[Explain you've had enough]]

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“Evan I want you to stop pushing me. I am not doing anymore weird shit with you. The end!” “Hey-- don’t be that way. I had one of the greatest nights of my life, you can’t really blame me for desiring a repeat, can you?” “I get it. I don’t blame you. I am just //done// with all this stuff. Okay?” “Uh huh…” Evan doesn’t seem convinced. “Hey I am not just asking you to blow me for free. I will do you too, that way we are even!” “What do you mean by, “do me too”?” As soon as the words leave your lips, you already have your answer as Evan slowly sinks between your legs with an evil glint in his eye. “Whoa! Whoa! Stop right there! What in the fuck do you think you are doing?” you shriek at him just as his hands grasp around your belt. “I am going to eat your pussy out and make you cum a bunch,” he declares. “Well...if you let me of course.” “W-what!?” “To you pay you back for everything you have done for me. You suck my dick; I’ll suck yours.” “I don’t have a…” “I know! That isn’t the point. It is an //expression.// Aren’t you a bit curious? Have you had oral sex as a woman before?” “No, of course not…” “Well how can you not want to try? Where’s your adventurous spirit? Is Taylor-Fucking-Roux dead? I think not! I bet it feels fucking awesome to be eaten out! Now, here’s your chance,” Evan concludes his argument like a high paid attorney. You sigh. Why do you bother listening to this guy at all? You should consider wearing earplugs around Evan. He seems to be quite good at convincing you to do shit you don’t want. Yet now his current offer is quite a bit different. Instead of giving pleasure, this was an opportunity to //receive//...and maybe have a new experience in the process. [[Let Evan give you oral sex]]

“Well, get to work then, bitch,” you leer at Evan. You undo your belt buckle and the top button of your pants and as soon you do, Evan rips the pants right off you, leaving your pussy exposed--protected only by the thin strip of fabric of your panties. Evan takes a deep breath, inhaling like a man about to dive under the ice for several minutes for some stupid tradition in Russia. You find his eagerness to be a turn on. You can feel a wonderful tingle emanating from your pubic area in anticipation. Evan pulls your panties aside and you immediately feel exposed and awkward. Evan stares directly at your inviting pussy like it is the holy grail. //Maybe this isn’t such an even transaction...he is enjoying this a little too damn much!// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evanoral.jpg" class="center"> Evan proceeds to “dive” into you, burying his nose, lips, and wagging tongue into your love canal. Your eyes go wide and nearly pop out of your skull in response to the sensation. //Holllllllyyyyyyyyyyy…….fuck.// This was definitely new territory. “This might not be so bad after---uhhhh---all...That feels really good right there...uhhhnn!” Following your reactions, Evan gradually refines his movements. Soon your entire crotch is sodden with your love juices and the saliva of your best friend. Evan works like a champ, doing his best to please you. He licks and tickles you, sucking and probing you until you find yourself slightly humping his face just to get his tongue a //little bit// deeper inside you. [[Ride Evan's face]]

You feel so fucking good right now. //Too// fucking good. You are beginning to fear you might lose your sanity. “Ohhhh wow...E-Evan! O-okay! You were right this is ah-ah-awesome!” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evanoral2.gif" class="center"> Your words seem to light a fire under Evan to make you cum and push you over the edge of the precipice. His efforts redouble and soon you are moaning loudly in pleasure, not giving a fuck if Evan’s roommates hear you. By this point you only care about releasing the all-consuming desires within you. Evan then does something that sends lightning bolts of pleasure arcing through every fiber of your being. He finally settles on the top of your pussy...upon your //clittoris//. The little bud is so sensitive that when Evan’s tongue probes beneath its delicate, sweet hood your hips inadvertently jolt away. Evan chuckles at your reaction, pleased at his discovery. He then takes another Russian diver breath and power dives back into your womanhood. He licks at your clit, driving you absolutely wild. Your yelps and squeals ring around you as squirm under Evan’s tongue. Evan comes up red faced and breathing hard but you forbid him a breather and grab Evan’s head and mash his face back into your pussy where it fucking belongs. You feel your juices flowing profusely, and are embarrassed when you see how much you have soaked the bed sheet. Evan then forms an O with his lips and wraps them around your little clit. Being surrounded by the warm flesh feels great, and when Evan adds his tongue into the fray he had clearly won this sexual battle. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! EVAN! FUCK! Oooooohhhh mmmmyyyyy gooooddddddd,” your moans echo throughout the room, and no doubt the entire house as you cum over and over again on your friend's face. [[Feel the after-effects]]

As a man you would often fall asleep after an orgasm...yet now, as a woman, you feel yourself revving up instead of climaxing and crashing. You are wide awake….and super horny and warm, despite just having a great orgasm. Evan’s boner couldn’t be more obvious. You frown at it, wondering if this was Evan’s plan all along. //Nah, Evan’s not exactly a forward thinking kind of guy!// Your mood and disposition had definitely improved with the experience of one of the most intense orgasms of your life. //No… it wasn’t just not one of...that orgasm stood clearly apart from the rest. // Evan had proven he could make you feel //really// good if he had the desire. Your vision lands on Evan’s crotch and you feel the last vestiges of your inhibitions evaporate. After all that pleasure you had just received, how can you not help out your friend and return the favour? Without bidding, you sink to your knees in front of your best friend Guessing your intent, Evan suddenly offer you a suggestion. “You might as well get naked while you blow me, how hot would that be?” It would be hot, if you didn’t have to be the one to do it. Still, you’re already bottomless and burning, you can feel your juices running down your leg. It is also true that Evan has already seen every inch of you anyway. You throw your shirt away and unhook your bra, baring your breasts to the delight of your friend. Naked, sweaty, and glowing, but also eager to please, you set to work on repaying Evan’s kindness. You want to make Evan feel exactly like you just did...or as close to it as a male possibly could. //It won’t be close...but I can still try.// After all, if Evan wouldn’t have talked you into that oral, perhaps you never would have experienced anything like it in your entire lifetime. [[Suck Evan off]]

You begin to vigorously suck Evan’s dick and, to your surprise, you find youself liking it. //This is actually kind of fun!// you think as your tongue runs up and down Evan’s shaft. Who would have thought you would one day suck a dick and enjoy it? It is a bit sad in a way but you actually find a passive pleasure in pleasing someone else. //It isn’t so bad...// you think as your tongue swirls around Evan’s cockhead. “Oh Taylor!” Evan howls as you take half his length in your mouth and gag. //It could be worse...// And Evan seems to love it too, that is something, isn’t it? <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evansuck2.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> You choose to take Evan’s shaft in hand and lick all the way from his balls all the way to the tip of his glans, lapping up Evan’s salty precum on the way. You then can’t help yourself as you impale your own head on Evan’s dick, in an attempt to get as much of him as possible inside you. Evan’s large cock hits the back of your throat and you nearly gag. With each subsequent attempt, [[you manage to get him slightly deeper down your throat.]]

The next day, Evan volunteers to help you do research. You don’t have class until noon so you invite Evan over in the morning. Evan instantly agrees. It is obvious he has some ulterior plans, but you still felt you could use the company. Evan had a way of making you feel better when you were down. Once Evan arrives, you try and study for class and search for possible transformation causes. You try and concentrate on the task at hand, but it isn’t long before you find one of Evan’s in your pants. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” you ask Evan angrily. “No! Not when I am like //this.// C’mon Tay, I am //dying// here,” Evan says as he presents his meaty boner to you. You stare wide-eyed at your friend’s huge dick. “Don’t just whip it out, you fucking lecher! Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? That is not a normal thing to do!” “But--” “Just shut up. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You have convinced me already. I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit.” A huge grin splits Evan’s face. “So…?” “Yeah, you’re obviously not going to stop pawing at me until you get off and transform back into a normal person. Come here and I will suck you off before class.” “Oh my god Taylor that sounds //so hot.//” You have set the course in motion: Evan’s dick and your mouth inevitably collide. [[Suck Evan off.....again]]

You find the white mess coating your face to be less disgusting than you once would have. It is almost sort of sexy in a way. Evan seems to agree, indicated by his eager stares. You stand and are about to head to the bathroom when Evan stops you. “Wait Taylor before you go I need your help with one more thing.” You immediately fight off a recollection of horrible events that once began with a similar speech. “What do you want?” you demand. With every lewd act, the next one becomes progressively more difficult to turn down. You are certain his request will be something fucked up, that or a joke...or maybe a //fucked up joke//? “Can I take a pic of you now?” Evan innocently asks you. “Hah! Fuck no!” you respond without missing a beat. After a second, it dawns on you Evan is actually serious. //Of course he is--Evan is a fucking moron!// “Oh come on! Put yourself in my shoes," Evan pleads. "We’ve been friends forever, so just trust me a little bit. I have earned that from you, haven’t I? I promise I won’t show anyone. I just want to remember giving out such a beautiful facial to such a monumental babe. This will just be a personal memento, I swear to the almighty Flying Spaghetti Monster!” You cannot help but sigh. “I used to think facials were hot too,” you admit. “Because they are! And if you ever want another one, call me //anytime--day or night// and I will be there in a flash!” “As if...you’re not some blowjob superhero, sorry to inform you.” You begin to wipe Evan’s semen off your face but stop yourself when Evan takes out his cellphone and looks directly at you with an expression you find unusually difficult to read. “//Please, //Taylor,” he presses you. “Big difference between fantasizing about unloading on a girl’s face and being the one on your knees,” you say. “And don’t beg, it is fucking pathetic, no girl--or guy likes a fucking pussy.” “Exactly why I want a picture! This is a dream come true. You’re so fucking hot right now, you can’t blame me for wanting a little piece for posterity… I will even send them to you one day so you got a memento once you change back.” You groan at the idea, briefly imagining the weirdness of selfcest or masturbating as a guy to a picture of you as a girl with your best friend’s cum on your face. //Fucking hell!// [[Listen to Evan]]

Evan keeps droning on in the void of your silence. “And besides we have already done the naughty stuff, no reason to be embarrassed now,” he insists. “I am not embarrassed!” You sigh again. “You’re such an idiot sometimes, Evan.” Evan smiles at you when he realizes he has made progress wearing you down. “It’s not a big deal,” Evan continues. While you disagree, you cannot help but admit that your anxiety so far has been largely unwarranted. Sex was a completely natural and fun act and it felt //amazing//, especially from your new perspective. There was no sense denying your urges and fighting against biology. //We have already gone this far,// you think. You try and imagine the scenario from Evan’s point of view and, while you understand his urges, you can’t quite reconcile his decisions in your mind. //Uhhh….what should I do? //You wonder as Evan points his cellphone at you. Since you are already covered you find it a bit hard to turn your friend down. Every second is just prolonging your facial. //Well the cows have already left the barn. No point closing the door now….// You turn and face Evan, staring straight into the camera while giving an excellent view of Evan’s white seed that is still covering your face. The camera flashes and instantly a strange feeling, an exhibitionist allure seizes hold of you. Seconds pass and Evan’s cellphone has not moved. As he stands looming above you, you smile at him and the [[camera suddenly flashes again.]]

You head to class with Evan after washing up. By the time you arrive at campus you feel a pain in your stomach and you head to the bathroom praying it is just gas and not another freakish transformation seizing hold of you. (Outside the washroom, in the atrium) Drew edges nervously towards Evan. “Hey Evan, can I talk you for a second?” he says. “About?” Evan’s terse reply sounds cold. “Taylor. You two have been kind of extra weird lately. Taylor hasn’t returned my messages. Did something happen? Is she mad at me?” Drew asks Evan. “None of your business,” Evan responds. “But we used to…” “Hey Drew, Taylor and I are busy, so can you please fuck off in general?” “You are being mean to her! I can see tha! Don’t take advantage of your friends!” “I am not. Piss off, Drew. It's none of your damn business.” “You’re taking advantage of her,” Drew stubbornly repeats himself. “Or trying to. You better not do anything weird or perverted to her,” the portly Drew warns the much taller and more athletic Evan. “Ha! You’re too late,” Evan informs Drew with a laugh. “Dude, Taylor comes to //me//,” he says. “Not the other way around. I am not doing shit. She is free to do whatever she wants. The truth is she picked me instead of you, so you’d better fucking get over it.” “W-what?” Drew stutters. “She--you-- What do you mean?” Drew wails the questions, clearly distressed. Evan overtly looks up and down Drew’s large belly and dishevelled clothes marred with not one, but two separate mustard stains. “Everyone has urges and it is not a huge surprise she doesn’t want to satisfy them with you--if you are even capable, you big fatass. I am hot and Taylor’s hot, not really a surprise how things worked out, is it? You’re smart- it is called //the way of the fucking world.//” In response to Evan’s words, Drew looks crushed, like Evan had just removed and stomped on his soul. Yet Drew refuses to completely back down, although tears begin to well in his eyes. “I don’t believe you,” Drew manages to stubbornly reply when his composure finally returns. Drew seems highly agitated and begins nervously adjusting and polishing his glasses in some kind of weird OCD loop. Evan laughs again and repositions himself to Drew’s right. Evan pulls out his cell phone, taps it a few times, and then [[turns the screen towards Drew.]]

You return from the washroom just in time to see Drew leave. //That is weird,// you note. “Are you okay?” Evan asks you. You feign outrage and scowl at Evan. “Girls poop too, you fucking weirdo.” Evan chuckles. “They sure do. Behind every cute girl is a cute butthole,” Evan remarks. “Uh...k. //Anyway,// so Drew left? Did he go home?” “Yeah, he said he wasn’t feeling well. We got the whole day to ourselves,” Evan answers with a smile. You are a bit disappointed for you had hoped Drew could moderate Evan and balance out a little of the awkwardness that seems to follow you aroundlike a stormcloud lately. A bit later you text Drew but he doesn’t respond. You think he has been acting a bit odd lately and being unusually distant. Normally he responds to texts very promptly. You aren’t quite so prompt, often taking weeks or months for the few messages you do send. Still, Drew is a pretty consistent fellow and you can’t help but feel a little bit worried about him. Evan sees you holding your phone and motions for you to join him. “Any plans?” he asks you, although you feel there is a deeper question underneath his words. “Uh, no, not at the moment.” “My place or yours?” he asks you. After a moment you decide you would be more comfortable at your own house. Your day ends in the same way it had fairly often as of late: <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cocklick3.jpg" class="center"> Once Evan cums and fingers you to completion he departs. [[So this is my life now...]]

A couple of days later, you find yourself in Evan’s room. You play a soccer game for a bit and have a decent time, but yet it isn’t long before he is pestering you for favours like usual. You hadn’t resisted his advances in what seemed like ages, but now that Evan was attempting to push the line you decided you were going to make damn sure it didn’t budge. “What’s the big deal?” Evan questions. “You've already gave me several handjobs and you’ve sucked my dick too. I’ve even covered your face in my cum several times,” he points out, as if this somehow earns him credit. “Uhhh...yeah...but…this is different! And you fucking know it!” Putting something //inside// you? That was just such a weird, foreign concept. You had played with your pussy and it barely accepted one of your slender fingers, let alone such a big fucking cock. //Evan’s cock.// You know that if you have sex with Evan it would be an abandonment of much of yourself. A few weeks ago you were a proud, happy man...yet now you feel like something else entirely. You wouldn’t even consider having sex with Evan as a man...but now, as a woman, the thought has you burning with arousal despite your subconscious’ howling efforts to tamp such feelings down. “Us fucking is just the natural next step,” Evan continues to sell, using his signature brand of moronic logic that hurts your brain to even listen to. “At least an orgasm each is a daily need, Taylor,” he goes on. “It is almost like a right in many ways. This is no time to be all uptight and sad. Now that you’re a girl, we have each other. It is just //life,//” he dumbly explains, while placing a hand between your legs. He strokes you and the sudden feeling causes you to jump. “See, look how wet you are,” Evan laughs as his fingers probe behind your panties. I am hard and you are wet… seems like a match made in heaven, if you ask me.” [[Try and rationalize with him]]

“Evan seriously. Take a deep breath and think this through. Everything is already fucked up enough as it is without making it more fucked...by fucking me.” “I have thought this through,” he answers. “Truthfully, I haven't thought of anything else. Until we fuck like rabbits, dusk until dawn, I won’t be happy and I don’t think you be will either. You have to have sex with me.” “I //have// to!?” “Well if you want to, that is, geez--but there is truly no downside and no good reason to say no. So what do you say, Taylor? Are you interested or not?” he prompts you. “Remember: don’t be a wussy, share the pussy!” “I could get laid anytime like this!” you counter. “And what’s with the fucking stupid rhymes?” That particular point seems to discourage him. “That’s true but...hey, girls love rhymes.” “I am not a fucking girl!” you scream. “You’re right… you’re more like a model, a goddess of a woman. Looking like that, you can have any guy you want...but I don’t think you want to search for guys. We should focus on getting you fixed…right? And, in the meantime… I think //real// friends should help each other out during their times of need. The ball is in your side of the court, Taylor. I know it isn’t quite the same but come on. Throw your buddy a bone. //Please!// Don’t make me beg. I will if I have to though! I will crawl around like a slug on my belly for the rest of my life if it would make you sleep with me. Remember that time you got drunk and fell asleep in Craig’s van? You ended up halfway across the damned country by the time you woke up! And I still came and picked you up. Had to drive all fucking day…” “This is ridiculous. Won’t it like... fuck up our friendship?” Evan answers immediately. “No way! It will make it //better.// How can you not see that things are perfect now. They are better than before even, at least it could be. How can you not see this is an obvious win-win for us both? So...C’mon, please?” What he was saying was at least somewhat true. Evan was a good guy most of the time. He was also a loyal friend...except when he seemed be keeping a constant tally of favours owed. You know that should you somehow get coaxed into this act, you will probably have difficulty fighting the escalations any further. What the heck would happen to you if you end up sleeping with Evan every night? You would definitely lose any vestiges of your old self if you did that for too long. You might even up //dating// Evan--a seriously bizarre proposition to even consider. You’re just horny. It’s a bad idea. Dozens of conflicting thoughts battle in your head. //I can’t believe I am even considering this!// At the very least should you accept this terrible idea, it would build up a lot of credit between the two of you. You would definitely have Evan wrapped around your little finger. You take a big breath and make the obvious decision: [[Let Evan have his way]] [[Tell him there are some lines that cannot be crossed]]x

Maybe your transformation gave you brain damage, but you are suddenly too tired and too horny to protest. “You owe me. //For life!//” you tell your friend as you strip down in front of him. He eyes you like a dog would a big juicy steak. To limit the weirdness, you decide to face away from Evan. You slide your panties off and lie stomach down on Evan’s bed, facing your butt towards him. You hear Evan disrobing and find he is naked and standing behind you in a flash. His eagerness surprises you but also turns you on. You feel Evan’s hands run along the back of your legs. His sudden touch makes you squeak in surprise and you can’t help but inadvertently shift and wiggle your butt in the process. Evan relishes the sight. Soon Evan’s hands are gripping your ass cheeks, massaging them with a lot of force like one would knead a loaf of bread. //Holy fuck this was a bad idea!// you think, aware there is now no chance of prying Evan off you. Not without a crowbar or having sex at least. You look back and your eyes land on Evan’s petrified member as he positions himself between your legs. “Evan...I uh… uh...I think we should sto--ohhh!” You feel something press against your moist entrance. It feels a lot bigger than a finger. //Uh oh...// “It’s okay right?” Evan asks you, finally acknowledging your protests and giving you a final chance to back out. He rubs the head of his penis on the outside of your vagina but withdraws, jerking off just an inch away from your entrance while he waits for your approval. In that moment you feel completely torn. You know you should leave immediately and yet here you are, presenting your new pussy to your best friend, //again.// You have already come so far...turning back now would be a nightmare. You crane your neck and see Evan’s fully engorged cock now poking at you, the bulbous head straining longingly for release. If you stopped now you could only imagine the level of blue balls you would leave Evan with. It would be painful. At the very least you might have to get him off with other means. It actually took a lot of effort to perform any kind of service. Even a handjob would leave your frail wrists sore the next day. A sore jaw and gross tasting cum wasn’t a much better prospect in your mind either. Maybe having actual intercourse would be a way to kill two birds with one stone. You sigh as you appraise Evan. He looks like a horse pressing at the gates before a race. Evan is a dog with a bone. [[Lose your virginity to Evan]]

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“Huh…” you exhale, finding the will to fight leaving your body. You look once more at Evan’s stupidly eager face, like a child on Christmas Eve, waiting wild eyed for the present’s of the morrow. //Except I am the fucking present!// you internally rage, feeling more than a tad objectified. Still, you are burning up right now. “It’s okay,” you finally say submitting to your best friend. Your relationship was going to take upon a new level of perverted dynamics. “I don't care anymore. Just do what you fucking want.” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evanprefuck.JPG" class="center"> “You’re the fucking best Taylor!” Evan shouts enthusiastically as he penetrates deep inside you with a single, piercing thrust, devoid of any foreplay or prior warning. “Hnnnnnggggghhh! Owww! Fuck! Don’t just fucking stab me you asshole!” you cry as pain radiates through your lower body. You feel like you have been literally torn open. You now have Evan-a man- inside you. The situation is so surreal you are left speechless. In a bloody painful instant your hymen is obliterated to accommodate Evan’s girth. “S-sorry, I will go slower,” Evan apologizes, moderating his thrusts to more shallow variations. You find the movement and looking backwards is hurting your neck so you gradually find yourself facing forward, away from Evan, giving you a good view of the sport posters on his wall while he penetrates your pussy. You momentarily try and space out but the huge cock ravishing your insides is impossible to ignore. [[Keep fucking]]

Evan continues to mercilessly fuck you from behind. You try not to make a sound but that soon proves impossible. You bite your lip and tremble, letting loose an occasional whimper that only seems to encourage Evan to fuck you even harder. A part of you is glad you don’t have to look him in the eye while he does his business. You soon feel your face become flushed. Your whole body is warm and tingling. Over time, the pain inside your vagina lessens and you feel Evan establish a rhythm, gliding deeper into your increasingly wet sex with ease. You suddenly realize you are enjoying this way more than you could have imagined. //Ugh, why does something so bad feel so good?// <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evanbedroom.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> //Fap. Fap. Fap,// the sounds of your intercourse becomes louder and more lewd, soon echoing throughout the room. //Fuck I can’t believe this is really happening! I am having sex as a woman and it feels so fucking good!// Your body naturally hugs your friend’s dick. You cry out while your sensitive, wet internals are being molded by his manly, thrusting shape. “Ohhh, you’re so tight! Your pussy is the greatest, Taylor!” Evan compliments you, making you inwardly cringe. He suddenly grabs your hair and thrusts deep inside you. You feel your pelvic muscles flex as Evan buries himself to his limit, withdraws, and then repeats the motion. After a visceral pounding you can't help but cum on your friend's cock. Evan then leans forward and deeply inhales your scent. After creepily sniffing you, Evan plants a kiss on the top of your head and you don't say a single word. Your mind and body is in absolute chaos. Evan then resumes his thrusts and continues to fuck you even faster, his phallus surging in and out your dripping, wet hole at a blistering pace. [[You feel a building pressure deep within you...]]

Evan chuckles at your twitching legs and behind. “What a beautiful sight, Taylor,” your friend comments. You ignore him, struggling to regain your breath even though you have barely moved. Evan seems to sense your predicament and begins to anticipate your needs. With surprising ease, Evan grabs you by your hips and pulls you up into crawling position. With that, he proceeds to rail you doggy style for an hour and a half until you are an incoherent mess. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evandoggy.gif" class="center"> Just when you feel like your new genitals were about to become damaged, Evan picks you up like a weightless doll and forces you to ride him. After a flurry of ball-slapping thrusts, he finally slows, giving you five of his last great pumps as he fucks you as deep as he can. Evan’s cock disappears inside you and your pubes mash together with his. From deep inside you, from millions of nerve endings, you feel Evan reach his reproductive conclusion, ejactulating so deep into your pussy you are certain you feel Evan's cum splash the back of your uterus. You have been well and truly fucked by your best friend. //Fuck my life...// [[Wake up the morning after]]

You wake up naked in an unfamiliar bed. Your entire body aches with a pronounced soreness in your legs, arms, and...//pussy//.. “Ow… what happened?” you wonder as you try and get your bearings. You are in Evan’s room and you now see Evan himself is lying naked beside you. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cuminpuss.jpg" class="center"> You groan as you rub the outside of your sore pussy. You can feel the remnants of Evan’s load coating your outer lips. [[With mixed emotions, you recall the events of the previous night.]]

//Click. Creeeeeeek.// You hear the stall door open behind you. A pair of rough hands pull you to your feet and you twist to see who it is, only to lose your balance and awkwardly fall into the solid chest of the visitor, a large man now standing in front of you. A drunken giggle escapes from your lips as you steady yourself by bracing yourself against him. Your whole world is spinning and you struggle to hold on to the man for you fear if you fall you might not be able to stand up again. Your head suddenly feels like it weighs a hundred pounds. With surprising effort, you steady yourself and look up only to see Mitch’s grinning face down at yours. //Oh no!// you think in a moment of absolute panic as his lips cover your own and his arbs grab you so tightly that you know that you could never get away. Your long time bully holds you in his strong, muscular arms for an excruciatingly long time, locking you into a helpless position while his mouth explores yours. You try and struggle but to no avail and soon find yourself offering less resistance to Mitch’s advances. //This is wrong! This is fucking bad//, every fiber of you knows you are in great danger but yet your new, very intoxicated body is powerless to respond. Mitch finally withdraws his mouth when you both suddenly hear footsteps approaching. You try and use the moment to step by him but Mitch just laughs as he pushes you forward and helps you down on the toilet, closing the bathroom stall door shut behind you. You are now sitting on the toilet seat with Mitch towering above you. A tiny part of you is glad to be drunk, for otherwise you would be terrified beyond words. [[Try and snap out of it]]

You start watching some stupid humorous cartoon show just as Drew returns. He approves of your choice of show and sits down beside you. He seems a lot more calm than a few minutes earlier. He gives you a dopey smile as you watch the show together. It isn’t the greatest episode but it evokes several laughs from the both of you. You end up having a pretty good time. Suddenly you feel a noticeable pressure from below. You have to pee, so head to the washroom during a commercial break. “I’ll be right back,” you inform Drew as you slip into the hallway. “I still haven’t quite gotten used to this,” you say with a sigh as you sit down, slide off your panties and relieve yourself. While urinating, you glance over at the waste bin filled with wadded kleenex and toilet paper. //Oh, sick//… you think, trying hard not to imagine how many of those wads were produced in your name. //I REALLY hope he just had a cold.// You finish your businesss, dab your vagina lightly with a piece of toilet paper, and then stand up and begin fixing yourself in the mirror. You find your underwear digs into your ass if you don’t adjust it correctly so you spend several moments adjusting it. //It sucks having a constant wedgie,// you note. “Hmm…” You find yourself drawn back to the waste basket and its strange, menacing aura. A small voice in your mind tells you that it would just take a second to be sure. //Wait,// you stop yourself. //Be sure of what? Just what am I thinking of doing? Sniffing Drew’s trash? That is fucking disgusting!// Still there is one wad near the top that looks like it was just deposited there recently. //Was that from…? Oh my fucking god,// you think as you tentatively pick it up, immediately grossed out by the immense weight of the object. With a trembling finger, you open it up and are immediately assaulted by the strong and undeniable scent of semen. A LOT of semen. It was like a diaper of cum. //Drew’s cum.// And you are holding it in your hand. //What. The. Fuck.// “Ew!” you hiss, throwing your hands in the air and knocking a bunch of clutter off the bathroom vanity. You instinctively drop the foul object back to the wastebasket where it hits the rim and lands on the floor with a noise somewhere between a plop and a thud. [[EW! Fucking sick!]]

“Taylor, you alright?” Drew calls you through the door. Suddenly there are two rapid knocks and Drew opens the bathroom door a crack, then, upon realizing you are decent, he barges in completely. “Are you oka--” he asks you but his voice cuts off as his eyes shoot to the tissue wad on the floor and then back up to you. You are just now looking at your hands, but what bothers you is not how small, and feminine they appear, but the fact that they are covered with glistening strands of cum. It looks like you had just masturbated into your own hand, only now your hand was much smaller. //And this isn’t my cum!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh// “I---” Drew starts to panic. He dashes forward. “Can explain!” he wails at you as he scrambles to pick up the wad. You shriek at him to stay back but it is already too late: your large friend is already in motion. He manages to pick up the wad and then stumbles toward the waste basket. In his haste, Drew puts all of his weight on the edge of his bath mat that you are both standing on. Being as now Drew probably weighs at least two or three times what you do, you, Drew, and his cum wad, are sent flying through the air as your footing gets pulled out from beneath you. “Nooooooo!” you stupidly yell, only to open your mouth as the wad is catapulted into your face and Drew’s massive body envelopes you as you fall to the ground. A huge amount of Drew’s massive load gets deposited at the back of your throat. As you turn your head to the side and instinctively gag, instead of spitting it out you involuntarily swallow it down. You begin to cough and retch, yet are unable to dispel the foul taste from your mouth. //Oh my fucking god. I just swallowed Drew’s cum! My life is over.// Hell is freezing over. A huge flock of flying pigs soar across the sky in your mind. A couple of months earlier, no matter how much money, liquor or imagination was involved, such a scenario would have been absolutely impossible for you to conceive. [[Scream]]

“Ugghh---aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” you howl. You rip free the thing on your face, reminiscent of a face hugging creature from Half-Life, and throw the foul object off into the waste basket. It disgusts you that the wadfeels so much lighter the second time around and knowing where at least some of its contents went. You and Drew both awkwardly stand. You pick up the towel rack that got ripped off the wall during your tumble. Drew looks completely distraught, caught somewhere between outright shame and panic. You barely resist the urge to beat Drew to death with the bar in your hand. “Don’t you fucking say anything!” you screech at your friend as you push past him, out into the safety of the hall. You leave without another word and don’t look back. Soon you are out on the street, letting the fall air purge your senses clean. While walking back to your house you suddenly realize that in your haste you did not wash before you left Drew’s house. You hold up your right hand and slowly bring it to your face. It is still noticeably sticky and obviously smells like Drew’s semen from a foot away, a scent like rotting salmon. //Fucking gross!// Your left hand goes to your lips, you don’t recall touching them before but they feel fuller and more supple than you remember. They too are coated with a thin but noticeable layer of Drew’s cum. //God fucking damnit!// You curse as you do your best to wipe it away. How could this have happened? Maybe god is punishing you for your constant blaspheming and taking his name in vain. “God fucking damnit!” you explode again, this time aloud. Several nearby children look frightened at your sudden outburst and run away. You see a nearby man clearly mouth, “PMS” and turn away with a shake of his head. You feel absolutely disgusting by the time you get home. [[At home]]

You unlock your door slip into the house and are gracefully able to avoid Julie and her boyfriend as they stand chatting in the kitchen. You dash upstairs and enter the bathroom. You look at the mirror and scowl. The splatter was far worse than you thought, there was even a small amount of white fluid in your //fucking hair//. Just as you are about to hop in the shower, your eyes meet those of the girl in the mirror’s. //Your eyes.// You study your beautiful face. It was the kind of face you would have eagerly imagined covering in your own seed not long ago. Drew was being very creepy but it was hard to get mad at him for having an attraction to ...//that...err... to me//, you correct yourself. “What the fuck is happening to me?” you wonder as you step into the shower and let the hot water purge the rest of the day’s sins from your body. You shower until the tank runs out of hot water. You step out of the shower wearing only a cloak of steam. You admire the buxom, cloudy outline of your figure in the mirror for a long moment before toweling off and heading to your bedroom. Once feeling slightly less dirty, you head into your room and lock the door. “I am a girl...and I somehow I ended up tasting Drew’s... //stuff//,” you say the words in absolute disbelief. Clearly the impossible was possible. How many other crazy things have you misjudged over the years? Was Thor real? Was the world filled with magic...or aliens or something? Or had you somehow been cursed to deal with the most fucking disgusting, unlikely damned scenarios possible? [[You get a text]]

It doesn’t take long before the world returns to its proper form. Eeverything is pleasurable and buzzing. You are sitting down yet can now hear your heart thundering in your ears as if you had just returned from a jog. “I guess I will start with your mouth first,” Mitch decides as he walks into view wearing only boxer shorts. You don’t even bother protesting, sliding smoothly to your knees. You run a slender hand over Mitch’s bulging crotch and he groans in pleasure. Thirty seconds later, Mitch is thrusting his dirty, disgusting cock in and out your mouth. “Uhh, take it you fucking cunt!” he shouts as he fucks your throat without any regard for your feelings or safety. It isn’t long before Mitch’s breathing quickens and you finally near the end of your current suffering. You close your eyes and let your face be a canvas for Mitch’s putrid all-natural artwork. “Ahh, uh, uh, UHhhhh!” Mitch moans as he climaxes, covering your face with his stinking cum. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchfacial1.jpg" class="center"> As Mitch’s semen dribbles down your face and gets in your eyes, you wish there was some magical way you could disappear from this moment and never again return. [[Go on to round two]]

Without ceremony or foreplay, Mitch begins to eagerly fuck you. He rails you in a number of positions, using his muscled arms to steer your hips and direct your body any way he choses. After a few minutes of too hard, almost angry fucking, you finally complain. “You’re being too rough!” you tell Mitch as his balls slap loudly against you. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchfuck.jpg" class="center"> “Ah, you love it, bitch! Look at how wet you are. You, Taylor Roux, are a born fuckin’ whore!” “Fucking asshole!” you shriek. He suddenly stops screwing you and you slide off his cock with a sickening wet //pop// and crawl away. You look to Mitch only to find him wearing the most demented looking smile you have ever seen. “Fuck your asshole?” he muses. “Yeah? Yeah! What a great idea Taylor! Come here and point that cute butt in my direction,” he orders you with an iron note in his voice. Even though you know Mitch is a creepy perv, you are still amazed this fucking creep wants to do such a thing. Your pussy and mouth kind of made sense, one to demonstrate his power over you and the other for pleasure. //Ugh...// You feel quite sick as you mentally answer your own question. Fucking your ass would accomplish both goals for Mitch. “That isn’t what I said! No way is that happening, you lecherous piece of shit! Exit-only! And fuck you -I am not your god-damned slave!” you shout. Mitch smirks in reply as if to say, “Not yet.” [[Tell him to fuck off]]

“Ohhh! Evan brought a //girl//! A hot one too! I am //totally// shocked!” Rhea coos as the two of you approach the group. Jimmy gives you a nod of approval. “Yep, total babe. Nice job, Ev!” Jimmy calls out to his friend, fist pumping the air. You feel your cheeks flush and, if Evan’s beet red face was any indicator, he shared your embarrassment. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to make another awkward re-introduction. //Maybe I had better get used to these…. // You think about what you are going to say for a few seconds as the group gathers around. You see several familiar faces but can’t recall many names. You briefly consider lying about your identity. //Maybe I don’t have to lie though…// [[Introduce yourself to the group]]

“Well you’re really good looking…” he throws the compliment out to you. “What the hell? I don’t like where this is going!” “Hey, relax. It is just the two of us here.” The reminder suddenly catches you off guard. The dynamic between you two was somehow different than usual. It wasn’t just two friends hanging out. It was a man and a woman, predator and prey. “You know both of our lives have been pretty fucked up lately, I just thought you would take pity on me and maybe show your boobs is all,” Evan says casually, making it seem like his request was no big deal. “You’ve got to be kidding me! I tell you that I owe you and you immediately cash in the favour one second later? On something this crazy? You want to see a guy's boobs. Wow.” He stares back at you looking dead serious. "Please?" “Evan we are friends,” you try and reason with him. “So? Friends fuck all the time!” “Whooooa! Did you just say //“fuck”//? What the hell is wrong with you? A guy magically transforms into a girl and your first instinct is to fuck him? What if he was infected with space aids or the transformation was contagious!?” “Whoa, Taylor, just whoa. Relax. I am just saying this is freaking university. Every college campus in the world has horny young people trying to experiment. The number of friends with benefits type deals that exists globally is in the billions….probably. You just got to use protection and use some common sense--that way you can can get the cornucopia of experiences,” he concludes sagely. His statistics were perhaps not reliable but he did have a point. College was meant to be fun, a chance to learn about different sides of yourself and expose your mind to things outside your common experience. Your silence prompts Evan to continue, “You only live once right? What happens if you change back tomorrow? This is a unique opportunity, a once in a life-time chance, man!” “Uggghh…exactly, //man!// I-I…. I am a guy,” you finally manage to protest. “I am definitely a guy,” you repeat. [[Keep listening to Evan's bullshit]]

As the seconds tick on, you begin to feel weird and regret your choice to give Evan a brief show. A tingle runs up your spine and you notice your nipples have become rock hard...again. You get a queasy feeling in your stomach. It felt //wrong// but it also felt so damn good to be admired. You have to admit that Evan’s reaction was pleasing in a strange way. You were never known to be the centre of attention or to command much of a presence when you entered a room. One thing was for certain: you had 100% of Evan’s attention right now. You can’t even truly blame him for ogling your chest, since you had spent countless hours at home on the net doing the exact same thing to other women over the years, and a bit of time since your transformation as well. You let him stare until you begin to notice a change in your mental state. At first Evan’s hungry stare had left you feeling embarrassed and nervous above all else. Now, you can feel the undeniable warmth of arousal begin to creep and spread throughout your body. That awareness makes you deeply uncomfortable. //Ugh. This is bad! I have to get out of here! Evan is one of my best friends… what the fuck am I doing?// “I have to go,” you manage to tell him, ashamed that it required every ounce of your willpower to do so. Evan looks incredibly disappointed when you pull your shirt down again. You pull yourself away from Evan, grab your bag, and head outside without another word. You leave Evan sputtering awkward apologies. On your walk back home you can’t think of anything else except reflect on what had to have been one of the most fucked up days //ever//. [[Search for information on your condition]]

Eventually, with much cursing and frustration, you manage to close most of the pages until you have winnowed it down to a handful. Finally, the last remaining tab launches a popup box when you attempt to shut it down.“Press okay to make Penis Enlargement HQ your homepage, agree to our TOS, and subscribe to our newsletter or cancel if you never want to possess a huge penis,” the message reads.You drive the cursor to the cancel button only to hesitate, annoyed at the wording. “Lose, lose,” you mutter under your breath. You click cancel and it immediately triggers another popup window.“Are you sure that you don’t want to be a real man?” the screen taunts you. With a scowl, your cursor hovers back and forth between okay and cancel, unsure if it is some sort of trick question. You eventually click okay and the window disappears...for about five seconds before it triggers a cascade of ridiculous pornographic ads across your screen. You hope you don’t get a virus.“Shit! Shit! Fuck! Fucking damnit!” you yell at the computer when it is clear you will have to shut down the entire browser and maybe even take a hatchet to the PC.Luckily, no one hears your outburst. Your house is empty at the moment since your sister, Julie, has been staying at her boyfriend’s lately...no doubt for the purpose of having a marathon sex session.“Ugh.” You suppress a shiver of disgust as you briefly imagine your slutty sister getting railed. “Ew!” Your penis softens completely, feeling like it has gone into a sudden onset of hibernation. You feel frustrated, unsatisfied, and, above all, //defeated//.[[Look around your room]]

You thank Drew for the asskicking and head home. Just as you begin to fantasize about your upcoming fap session, you suddenly feel a strange, pulsing pain radiate from your diaphragm outward. “Ahh! What the fuck? I feel really... not... good... AHHH! I am dying!?” you nearly scream as you lurch forward. You mentally appraise your options. Both your home and the campus medical center are approximately the same distance away. You //really// don’t like hospitals but your current overwhelming level of pain makes you forgive that preference. [[Go home and weather the storm]] [[Go to the campus medical center]]

You are standing next to Evan and Drew when Mitch walks by, stopping dead in his tracks. He looks at the three of you standing together with a weird, completely perplexed expression on his face. He singles you out and stares at you for a long moment, studying your facial features. His eyes flicker with recognition and his eyes and shift to your backpack and it’s noticeable black and red pattern. At that moment, Mitch looks even more confused as he stares dumbfounded at your face, while his internal computer is no doubt still processing the information contained in the scene directly in front of him. Mitch walks up to you with his mouth open, as if he had never been more astonished. “No way! Just no fucking way,” he says as he steps up to you. “//Fuck off!//” you yell at him. Your outburst seems to confirm his suspicions. “Wait. You...you’re... you're really Taylor, aren't you?” At first he sounds horrified. Yet, after saying the words aloud, an idea seemes to form in Mitch's mind, for his slack jaw gradually morphs into an amused smile. “This is //perfect!//” he says as he mouths the words, “Thank you” to the sky. You want to get out of there, and far away from Mitch and any tranny jokes he is likely to lob your way. You pack up and leave, finding a nearby alcove to speak with your friends. [[Talk to your friends]]

It is after classes and the school has rapidly emptied. Drew and Evan are hovering nearby with a look of concern covering both their faces. “So Taylor, what are you going to do?” Evan asks you bluntly but with a degree of sympathy. “I don’t know. Wish I knew…” you answer. “More importantly, Taylor, how are you feeling?” Drew asks you. “I feel…” You were going to say “like shit,” but the question sparked a rapid internal assessment. You find that you actually feel pretty damn good. All traces of pain and nausea have vanished and you feel surprisingly peppy like someone with cabin fever out for the first run of spring. “I feel// weird,// not bad or anything, just kind of confused,” you elaborate. “I don't have any idea how this happened, let alone an idea of where to look for a cure. I am not sure anybody would believe me anyway, I mean I don’t have any proof, aside from myself.” You bury your head in your hands. “I don’t know what to do,” you sob, surprising yourself with an emotional edge to your voice. You feel your eyes burn, as if fighting back tears. “It is okay,” Evan consoles you, taking the lead. “You can see a doctor in the morning or head there straight away. The University Hospital is world renowned.” “People don’t just magically change into the opposite sex. There has to be a logical reason for it,” added Drew. “No sense freaking out about it. Maybe it is just temporary, either way you don’t seem to be in pain… So that is quite positive.” “We could take you to the emergency room at the city hospital now if you want,” Evan suggests. You imagine how that scenario would play out. In your fantasy you are soon a resident in a padded room, imprisoned in a mental hospital next to an axe-murderer. “No, that is a bad idea,” you predict. “I don’t have any life threatening symptoms, I’d be waiting for ten hours just to see a moron who wouldn’t be used to treating, well this,” you say with a gesture at your chest. “You’re right, Taylor,” Drew agrees. “I think you will need to consult some more appropriate experts for your … //condition.//” “I know. I had similar thoughts. I did some research briefly but didn’t have any luck,” you inform your friends. You stretch out your slender arms. “Well we will help you if we can,” promised Drew with a look to Evan. Evan nodded readily. “Well I doubt there is anything we can do tonight,” you say. “If that is true, then nothing left to do but keep living life the way you usually do, right?” Evan concludes. Evan often had a simple way of framing things that was refreshing. “Yeah, I guess,” you reply. You agree with Evan in principle but find yourself wondering if such a thing is possible in your circumstances. “Your body has changed a bit, but you’re still you...uh...you know?” Evan fumbles with his words but you appreciate the sentiment. [[Think things over]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/deter.jpg" class="scenter"> Mr. Deter, in all his ample glory, lumbers forth and begins his lecture but not before taking attendance. The portly man then strolls onto the stage with his large pot belly bouncing around as he drones on about the slideshow he begins to present. As Deter lectures, you can’t help but be distracted as he constantly plays with his huge mustache that looks far too similar to Stalin’s to be a coincidence. You love psychology but hate Mr. Deter’s psych class. He was an angry guy, prone to harsh grading and snapping at students. And the cherry on top: he took mandatory attendance call, unlike nearly all your other classes. This meant you had to endure such torture three times a week and avoiding it was impossible. When it came to grading, Mr.Deter was also one of the harshest in the entire faculty. Getting an A in his class was nearly impossible. Since Mr. Deter also had dual specialties, he spent a lot of time in the university’s biology lab. His expertise made him particularly insufferable and arrogant in your estimation and led to Deter frequently getting sidetracked by issues unrelated to the psych class he was actually supposed to be teaching.“...and from this we can only conclude that the mind is quite malleable if the appropriate pressures are applied,” Mr. Deter finally concludes. You look up from your page scrawled with elaborate doodles with a feeling of relief. Finally this awful day is almost over. [[Afterwards]]

“So what are you going to do this weekend?” Evan asks you as you pack up after class.“I got this new strategy game!” announces Drew, while Evan scowls and rolls his eyes. “World War TEN!” Drew says the words and motions with two raised hands replete with wiggling fingers for emphasis.“I don’t know, haven't decided yet,” you reply with a muffled yawn. “I can’t bother to think that far ahead.” It was a typical response from you. You have lived your whole life in this fashion, sailing wherever the wind blows you.Evan shakes his head with feigned disbelief. “Well, what about right now?” he asks you.“Hmm… good question. I am kind of anxious to get home...I, uhh... I got some ... //stuff// to take care of...but it does feel like ages since we have all chilled together too… I dunno…” you respond.“Nah, another time maybe. I am going to head home, pretty eager to play this one. Taylor, you are welcome to join me. I’ve been waiting for this game for ages!” Drew enthusiastically offers.“Pfffttt!” Evan makes an unflattering farting noise that makes his opinion on that idea known. “How about about some soccer? I usually play in the south field after class, if you want to join. Going to meet some friends for a pickup game in the courtyard right now too if you are interested.”“Hmmm…”You decide to:[[Go with Drew]] [[Go with Evan]] [[Hang around School]] [[Go home and fap]] <<set $start to true>>

About half an hour later, you feel like someone has just turned the happiness spigots in your brain on at full blast. You feel...//fucking awesome//, better than you ever have before in your entire life. You walk around with an unshakeable grin. Everyone you meet is amazing. You’re amazing. Everything is amazing! You feel yourself drawn to people and you become giggly and flirtatious. You feel a strange empathy and connection to everyone you meet, as if all humans are psychically connected. It feels like the word “hate” has been removed from your vocabulary, your mental dictionary scoured of words and replaced with only thing that mattered, //love.// As you glide around the house you spot Jerry from the lab. “Jerry! How’s it going?” you ask him. You touch his arm and feel like you have known him all your life. “Hey Taylor, I really like your dress.” “I like it too,” you admit. “I think I like //everything// tonight!” you add with a giggle. The fabric of Jerry’s shirt seems strangely alluring, and you rub a bit of it between your fingers, savouring the texture. Jerry gives you a knowing look. Some loud music starts to play and you decide to find its source, dancing until you become thirsty. The music seemed to take control of your body. You usually hated dancing, but tonight you clearly loved it. You feel your heart racing faster and faster but the waves of pleasure keep flowing. You go the kitchen and get a glass of water. As you down your glass of water, you overhear Jimmy and Jerry speaking nearby. “Fuck, that asshole Mitch is here,” mutters Jimmy. “He is a bit rough around the edges,” Jerry answers. “My bad though. I texted him that girl he likes is here. He told me to let him know if I saw her, gave me a big bag for free.” “What girl?” “He is totally obsessed with that weird Taylor chick,” Jerry answers with a shrug. [[Enjoy the party]]

“Shit!” you curse under your breath, finding yourself surprisingly drawn into the game. You just wish it wasn't so damn awkward to run...or move at all for that matter. Anytime you pick up speed your breasts bounce around excessively like you are on fucking //Beach Watch// or some shit. Ten minutes into the game and you already feel chafed half raw. You are almost certain you could run even faster but the idea of giving your friends an eyeful gives you pause. Suddenly Rhea passes you the ball and you start to advance down the field. Jimmy and the other players swarm you but not before you gracefully kick the ball straight to Evan. “Shhoooot!!!” you yell and Evan obliges, pulling his leg back as he boots it right in between the goal posts. “Yeaah! I did it!” Evan exclaims, exulting in his goal. For a moment he looks incredibly childish, revelling in his accomplishment. He then looks directly at you and you see his grin widen even more. “We did it Taylor! We are making a //comeback!//” “Fuck yeah we are!” you yell back as the game intensifies. You end up trying to move as quickly as you can and find yourself fairly pleased with your athletic performance. As soon as your inhibitions are loosened your performance improves. Once you stopped caring about how your tits must look bouncing around, how embarrassing any given moment was etc, you realized you could move //a lot// faster. You and Rhea end up passing back and forth, having the ball stolen and stealing it back. “Now! To me! I am open!” you almost scream as the players finally shift into a favourable position. Evan shoots the ball to you and you dash forward, faking the goalie out and zipping the ball through the air, right through the open corner of the goal boundaries. “Yeaaaaah!” you yell. You can’t remember the last time you scored in a game of sport. //Fuck that feels good!// You dance around, imitating Evan for a moment. Suddenly the jocks didn’t seem //quite// so crazy in their obsessions. [[Push your momentum!]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitch.jpg" class="center"> Standing nearby with a smirk on his face is Mitch. His real name is Mitchel Schnapps, but everyone just calls him Mitch or “Snaps”. He is a tall guy, mean looking and well built with light skin and features. Mitch is also quite muscular, spending much of his time working out and making small time drug deals. He seemed immensely proud of both his physique and illegal shenanigans. You have strongly disliked Mitch since the moment you first met several years earlier. He always was aggressive, crass, and rude - not traits you held in high regard, despite your own legendary pottymouth. Mitch was known to be a loud mouthed asshole and you had clashed with and witnessed his bullshit on numerous occasions before. Some people even mockingly called him names but never to his face. As you glance at Mitch’s smirk, you feel the urge to punch him right in his smug face, but you stop yourself because you know that if it came to a fight you would probably take the worst of it, given the large difference in stature. And then YOU would most likely be expelled and take the brunt of the punishment, which would be way worse for you than him since Mitch was an academic nothing. You really want to retaliate but don’t want to make a scene before class. Although, of course you don’t have to physically punch him to strike back…You decide to:[[Ignore him]] [[Fight back]]

As the days slip by inexorably, your activities fade into routine and habit. You feel yourself becoming accustomed to your body and the minor...and major alterations it has made to your life. You look down at your boobs and sigh. They are merely just //your boobs.// Your sex may have transformed, but you had always thought you would preserve your gender identity, your male mind and proud sense of identity. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/fempovj.jpg" class="center"> You think about your life since your transformation… wondering if maybe you have become a bit //too// accustomed to your new body and the relative pleasures it has offered you. Are you gay? Straight? Bi? Did any of those words even mean much at all when pushed through the vice of circumstance? Maybe you are just transitioning into something else. Maybe you’re just a freak, a trans-figure, someone standing in the doorway of many different paths and identities. [[Mull over your thoughts]]

//I am changing little by little.// “I am getting used to //this//.” Even hearing your soprano voice, all the weird little differences have gradually faded from your notice. //This is just my body now.// It is just normal when you look down and see a pair of breasts, or when your hair brushes over your face. It becomes harder to even remember the way you were before. The idea of forgetting your past, of accepting and embracing your new self terrifies and excites you in ways that are difficult to describe. You had to admit it, the longer you stay like this, the more difficult it would be to change back. At a certain point all of this madness had somehow just become normal. Your body was undeniably female but you had always resisted the idea that Taylor Roux had changed too. Your brain, your soul, your character, how could that all change so easily as well? Was your very heart changing into a woman’s as well? How was such a thing possible? Was it because of the changes themselves or because of your environment and the people around you? It was hard to say, but if you had to guess, you would bet it was a bit of both. One thing was certain: you almost feel like an entirely different person. [[Continue to midgame]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/drew.jpg" class="center"> Drew, on the other hand, wears large spectacles and is overweight. Drew exists in a state of permanent dishevelment. You don’t think you have ever seen him with combed hair, although he did seem to take an inordinate amount of time to polish his glasses at every opportunity. Drew is even nerdier and more introverted than you, which is rare. Drew spends most of his time indoors, at his computer. He is very smart and quite knowledgeable in a trivia-esque sorta of way. You definitely consider him a good guy though, albeit more than a bit eccentric. You have been friends for ages and get along well for the most part, except when Drew gets in one of his weird, almost autistic moods. You recall an incident in sixth grade when you promised to meet at 6PM and arrived two minutes late. Drew had been furious, called you a liar, and refused to speak to you for weeks until you apologised. Thankfully, you have found that he has mellowed out over the years. Even though you originally thought the whole scenario of friendship to be bizarre, you have found Drew to be a comforting companion and a good friend, perhaps because you share so many similar interests and due to the obvious fact he made you look outgoing by comparison.Despite being physical opposites and truthfully possessing a lot in common, Evan and Drew didn’t get along very well. Yet together you make a nearly inseparable trio. Your presence was definitely the common thread that wove the three of you together as friends. Without you, you suspected that Evan and Drew would not speak to each other at all.Just as you are about to greet your friends, you feel a sudden flash of pain as something strikes the top of your head.“Ouch, damnit!” you yelp.[[Turn to face your attacker]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/pussypov.jpg" class="center"> You lean forward to inspect your new genitalia. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/vagina.jpg" width="896px" height="672px" class="center"> "Wow!" //This is the most realistic pussy I have ever seen! Better than high-res porn!// Too bad it was attached to your body. //At least I get a good view...// [[Check yourself out in the mirror]]

After a lengthy inspection, you throw your disgusting clothes to the bathroom’s tile and stare in bewildered awe at your new figure in the mirror. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylormirror3.jpg" class="center"> The woman, //That’s me//, you correct yourself with a blush, bares more than a passing resemblance to your sister, Julie, but there were subtle differences. This woman’s face was narrower, the nose slightly more upturned, and the crooked smile she now wore was too familiar to deny. Her features were undeniably your own. You tentatively pat down your new body. Your previous pain is completely gone and you now appear to be healthy. //A healthy girl.// “How the hell did this happen? Is such a thing even possible?” you demand of your reflection. //It is definitely impossible! ----- No, it’s obviously not impossible if it just happened to me!// You rack your brain for a reason to explain your transformation or for a solution to your predicament but nothing surfaces. //What do I do now?// You eventually wonder, //Google “I randomly transformed into a girl, how do I change back?”// “Fuck me,” you sigh, confident that any searches will just yield some bizarre fetish porn. Still, what other choice do you have? [[Use your computer]]

As your eyes roam around the hall you see something. Much to your horror, you notice <<popup "Mitch" "Mitch desc">> is staring at you. You try and move out of view behind a group of people chatting but a quick glance back shows that he is still looking directly at you. You feel uncomfortable as he overtly studies your body and makes no effort to hide his intent. You try and ignore him and focus on your conversation with your friends but that only seems to encourage Mitch. Every time you look back he is staring right at you. The last thing you want is to pique that asshole’s curiosity while you are stuck like this. Yet Mitch seems like a dog that just sighted a bone. It doesn't take long before Mitch boldly strolls right up to you. “Wow, hey beautiful! Damn girl, you are so fine!” You turn and face Mitch and are shocked when you realize he is speaking to you. He now towers above you. He was intimidating before, yet now his presence is on a whole new level. As soon as you make eye contact, Mitch smiles. “I can’t believe I have never seen you here before. Yo, beautiful, tell me, what’s your name?” he asks you. //He doesn’t recognize me?// You are stunned. “My name is...Taylor,” you stammer a reply, suddenly glad for a unisex name. “Well Taylor, what are you doing tonight?” Mitch asks you with a sly smile. He rests a hand against the wall and looms over you, cutting you off from your friends. //Is he...hitting on me!? Wow. Most fucked up day EVER!// [[Go into the classroom]]

What Evan said was true. On the inside you were still the same person you always were, or at least you hope that is still the case. “You seem stressed,” appraises Drew. “I //am// stressed! Fucking look at me!” Drew blushes as he takes your suggestion and ends up staring at you, his gaze lingering for an uncomfortable duration on your breasts. “Maybe a game would get your mind off of things for a few hours,” suggests Evan. “You should take it easy, at least until this is all sorted out.” “Yes, a real //video// game would really take his...uh- her...//Taylor’s// mind off his...her….predicament,” Drew suggests instead. //A distraction is maybe just what I need right now. Where should I go?// You decide to: [[Go to a soccer game with Evan]] [[Go play videogames with Drew]] [[Search for information at school]]x [[Head home]]

Evan laughs. “Taylor, right now not even the most elderly, dementia riddled, blind man would mistake you for anything but a woman.” His words leave you stunned. “So you’re okay with looking at... at touching a man?” you ask him after a moment. You can’t believe one of your best friends has just suddenly become gay. “Hah, you remember when we joked about traps?” Evan recalls, dodging the question. “I am not a fucking trap!” you snap at him. “Exactly! That is what I have been trying to say, Taylor. You are a //girl.// A //fucking hot// girl. You, of all people, have got to be curious. So you can’t exactly blame me for being interested. It is not like I have infinite access to hot babes, especially one I actually get along with and know for sure isn’t that crazy.” You stare daggers at him, attempting to force Evan to recant his last statement with willpower alone. Instead he just smiles confidently-//dumbly// at you, unphased by your protests. His fucked up logic bends your mind so much it nearly causes you physical pain. //What a fucking moron,// you think as your head spins. Still, somewhere within that labyrinth of retardation was perhaps a grain of truth. [[Show him your chest]] [[Refuse and leave]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryan.jpg" class="center"> Yet now your admiration is a double edged sword. Ryan’s confident smile now catches you off guard, setting a troupe of butterflies loose in your stomach. When greeted with such a display of perfect, white teeth you cannot help but flash your own. “Hello!” Ryan says. Ryan then raises an eyebrow and looks to Julie. “This is home? I didn’t know Julie had such a lovely roommate. I thought- uh, didn’t you have a brother?” Ryan asks Julie, as if struggling to remember you at all. “Yeah, of course! My brother...uh...//Tyler,// he uh…got accepted into an...uh... //exchange// program...in //Europe//. This beautiful lass, is my cousin, Taylor - she’s from out of town but got accepted into the university. With, uh... //Tyler// gone, we had a room open and she needed the place...and the cheap rent.” //Fuck, Julie, you are such an awful liar.// “I see,” Ryan responds. He seems a little bit confused but happy to be in the company of two young ladies. “Well, hello Taylor, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you. Are all the women in your entire family this beautiful?” “Yep!” Julie answers. “The Roux women are //blessed.//” [[You hear the chime of a text message]]

You can’t say for how long he kisses you like that, but eventually Ryan withdraws and you are left panting. //Because he cut off my fucking oxygen!// you tell yourself. You find it //very// hard to breathe, like you are at the summit of a mountain at high altitude. For an instant, your eyes meet Ryan’s and then suddenly you are dying of embarrassment as a moment of clarity washes over you. //What the fuck have we-I just done!?// You have just had the most intimate, intense kiss of your life and it was with //Ryan!// You had just kissed-practically made out with //your sister’s fucking boyfriend// --a //man!// You feel so ashamed you want to cry. You are honestly not sure which part bothers you more: the implied betrayal of your sister or the homosexual conundrum that just ran you over. //But to Ryan I am not a guy...but I am...AHH! It doesn’t fucking matter! I have to get out of here!// You finally manage to untangle yourself from Ryan and slip away as fast as your shapely little legs can carry you. Ryan attempts to apologize, a hand reaching out as if to stop you, but he lets you go. [[Try and sleep]]

Your sister eagerly takes Ryan’s cock. If it wasn’t your sister you are sure it would be super hot. At that moment a thought occurs to you that shakes you to your very core. You had been trying to focus on Ryan, on imagining your sister to be someone else. Your sister and you now shared a remarkable similarity in appearance. With a knot in your stomach that nearly makes you puke, you fantasize it could just as easily be you, and not Julie who was bent over the bed. “Uhnn...” you almost don’t notice that your hand has been furiously petting the opening to your slit. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/finger.jpg" class="center"> "Uh oh..." [[Masturbate]]

Ryan shifts position, you now find your sister’s back is to the door. Julie begins to fuck Ryan cowgirl style and you can’t help but masturbate furiously while watching them. Eventually, Ryan rises to a sitting position and takes your sister’s ass cheeks in hand, taking control of the thrusts, driving your sister into him with greater and greater force. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/juliepeeking.jpg" class="center"> You watch their sex with awe. It looks so wild...and //fun.// It is obvious that both of them are //really// enjoying themselves. You feel yourself nearing orgasm when suddenly there is a instant where you are sure that you make direct eye contact with Ryan. The moment you do, Ryan proceeds to rail your sister with even greater force. You keep stroking and rubbing yourself, losing yourself completely in the scene before you. It isn’t long before the sexual pressures overwhelm you and your pelvis begins to grind against your hand as you push yourself over the edge into a blissful, beckoning white light. Your sister howls with pleasure and you are momentarily jealous. On trembling legs, you creep back to bed. It takes ages to fall asleep, your thoughts haunted by uncomfortable feelings that you desperately fight to push away. You pray that Ryan didn’t really see you and that the morning will exorcise the sins of the night. [[You hear a distant knocking sound]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/touchy.gif" class="center"> “Ohh…” you find yourself sighing and tensing up as Ryan’s hand slowly creeps from your hip downwards, brushing across your now trembling thighs. With a large finger, Ryan traces a snake pattern across your legs, rubbing you firmly but gently before placing his hand in from of your yearning, feminine sex. Ryan’s touch makes you shiver and forces you to break your kiss, reclining your head slightly, mouth open. Ryan intently studies your reactions with a look of approval. He then follows up with a deep, passionate kiss that goes on for so long you begin to feel so light headed you genuinely fear that you might pass out at any moment. “Uhhh….” Ryan’s huge hands begin to fondle one of your breasts. He begins tracing the hard outline of your niples and teasing you with his caresses until your breasts are like putty in his practiced, strong hands. The more Ryan continues to explore your body the more you feel any prospect of resisting slipping away. //It feels so good…// You try and think of a feasible alternative. Yet the only alternative of feeling good was to not feel good, or to do so in a different way. If that was the case, you know which you would choose. [[Let Ryan fondle you]]

He rubs your areola and teases your nipples. You are positively beet red from the experience. You have never experienced such a sensual assault. //No wonder girls like kissing,// you think as you manage to take a much needed breath. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/passionkiss.gif" class="center"> “You’re just so sexy I want to ravish and devour you….//You’re so fucking beautiful,//” Ryan praises you. The way he looks at you and says the words makes you certain he means it with every fiber of his being. Why did he have to say such things to you? And why did they make you feel like someone you were not? You suspect he probably said the same stupid shit to Julie, yet here you are swallowing it hook, line, and sinker. Ryan continues to cover you with kisses and soft caresses until you are left shivering and soaked from sweat and your own feminine juices. Yet still Ryan strokes and worships your body, from your slick, pouted lips although the way to your engorged clit. Your body feels so hot it might just burst aflame. Your reactions only encourage your sister’s boyfriend to tease you to higher plateaus of pleasure. [[Endure]]

You hear a noise. There is a creak at the top of the staircase. You and Ryan exchange an equally terrified look. Your hand is still wrapped around his rapidly softening manhood. //Nooooo, I don’t want to die!// Your terror gives you haste. With a sweeping motion, you gather up as much cum as possible, and with the other hand placed below to catch cum drips, you awkwardly stumble towards the bathroom while Ryan begins to fumble with his pants. You just manage to make it inside the washroom before you hear your sister speaking in the living room. “Did Taylor go to bed?” you hear your sister’s voice just as you enter the bathroom. “Yeah she just left. She was a bit depressed and the movie wasn’t that good. I was trying to cheer her up though. I told her a few jokes and she seemed a bit happier I think.” “Well it was nice of you to spend some time with her, I know she is sort of weird sometimes. She isn’t very good at making friends. Anyway… //bed//?” “Bed,” Ryan agreed. “Been a long day.” “I agree,” Julie says with a yawn. You hear the pair go upstairs together and breathe a sigh of relief. That intake of breath suddenly reminds you of your pungent cargo. Even from a foot away, you can still make out the musky odor of Ryan's ejaculation. //Ewwwwwwwwww!// You return to your senses. //What the fuck is wrong with me!?// Inside the bathroom, you glance down at your sticky, soiled hands with mixed emotions. Water and a shitload of soap soon cleans it all away, but a faint musty smell lingers on your skin. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/washhands.gif" class="center"> //Wow, what a fucking night,// you think as you flop onto your bed. Tonight’s experience left you feeling sexy, satisfied, and admittedly more than a bit guilty. “Oh man, what the heck is going to happen to me next?” you wonder as you close your eyes and eventually fall into a thankfully dreamless sleep. [[The next morning]]

A few moments later Evan returns, startling you. He sets down a bowl of popcorn and a case of beer. “Find us a movie?” “Yep.” You rattle off the names. “Whatever you want. You can pick.” “Hmm… okay.” Evan was usually opinionated and pretty picky. You decide to watch something you might both enjoy, an action comedy about aliens. Evan pops the caps off the beer bottles with an opener conveniently lying on the floor nearby. He hands you a beer and you accept. Soon you forget your previous awkwardness as you and Evan immerse yourself in the movie, laughing uproariously at the silly parts. About halfway through the movie you become aware of a building pressure. Your bladder feels like it is about to explode. “Yooo! Pause this. I need to take a piss,” you inform Evan. “More like you are pissed!” Evan laughs at you as you try to stand. To your dismay, you find that you are surprisingly unsteady. You nearly kick over a trio of empty beer bottles as you stagger forward. “Whoa.” You had been so absorbed in the movie that you didn’t realize you were drinking so much. You set down what was apparently your fourth empty beer since arriving and manage to meander over to the hallway. [[Go to the washroom]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taytoilet.jpg" class="center"> Your bladder finally is able to empty, just moments before you feel it might explode. As the urine rushes out of you, your mind wanders and you feel a twinge of nostalgia as you recall how once such relief would bring an additional feeling of pleasure that was now absent, perhaps due to your missing prostate. As you wash up, your eyes meet those of the girl in the mirror. //She looks so pretty,// you think before you blink a few times and correct yourself. You head back into Evan’s room and see your friend has brought you each two new fresh beers. You hesitate as Evan hands you one. Your tolerance seems markedly lower and you don’t want to throw up later on. “You can crash here if you want. It’s no prob,” Evan assures you. “Yeah...but…” The circumstances were a bit different now. //I am a bit different now.// “What? You’ve passed out here a bunch of times. We still have half the movie left...and a lot of beer!” he adds. “That’s a pretty convincing argument,” you admit as you pick up the bottle. “Cheers,” you say as you clink the glass together. [[Continue the movie]]

“What?” “Can you…?” “Show you my boobs? Nope!” “That isn’t what I was going to ask.” “I am not letting you touch me.” “That’s fair! I just want to look.” “You just want to look? I already said...” “I haven’t seen a real pussy in like a year. I am kind of curious too, did you really become a woman completely? Please just show me, have mercy on me.” “Huh!? That’s //so// stupid.” "It isn't an arguement; it's a request!" "I wonder about you sometimes." “So you’ll do it!? Oh thank you Taylor!” “Ughh… " You feel so light headed and bubbly. //Maybe I absorbed the bubbles from the beer...along with the alcohol... That's possible, right?// "Hic! Um..." You feel your crumbling self control. "Okay I will show you but only this once and you can’t touch me or ever breathe a word of this to anyone, understand?” you drunkenly bargain with Evan. Evan looks ecstatic when you agree. “Anything! I swear. Please just show me! I will owe you big time.” You sigh. “I am just as dumb as you are,” you say as you slip off your shirt and jeans. [[Strip down for Evan]]

Evan watches you take your clothes off like a hungry wolf eyeing a steak. Evan’s room is so cluttered your only choice is to lie on the bed. You lie down face first and then raise your ass, presenting your most intimate places for your friend to inspect. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/present.jpg" class="center"> Evan gasps at the sight you provide him. He studies your privates in detail for what seems like ages. Suddenly you feel the bed shift and hear the springs creak as Evan climbs on the bed behind you. “Hey! No touching!” “I am not, I just wanted to get a better view.” “Tck...err…” you can’t really protest given your position. You can now feel Evan’s breath on your bare pussy. You can feel yourself getting wet. “Oh wow, Taylor, you’re soaked. You’re opening up for me. It is pretty obvious you want this just as much as I do.” “Noooo…. T-That's not fucking true!” Evan can no longer restrain himself and he suddenly grabs your ass, his hard, strong fingers plying open your butt cheeks. That is the last straw. You kick back at Evan like a mule, striking him right in between his balls and crushing his erection. Evan stumbles backwards, allowing you time to right yourself. You angrily dress and leave the room with Evan still nursing his bruised manhood. //Fucking unbelievable!// you fume as you storm home. [[Pass out]]

“Don’t be such a stickler. I practically single handedly solved the mystery of the century in a few hours. These research projects are a heck of a coincidence,” Evan notes. “They are,” you agree with a sigh. “Come on, I said I am sorry about last night and I made amends. Taylor, c'mon, please?” he pleads. You don’t even want to consider what kind of “reward” he would demand. “Evan, I am a guy,” you respond weakly. “No you aren’t, Taylor!” Evan disagrees. His seriousness catches you off guard. “How can you not be creeped out by this?” you say with a wave at yourself and your surroundings. “Well if you looked like a dude, sure, but you don’t because you aren’t. You look like a //goddess.” A what!?// You feel your heart skip a beat. //That is definitely the weirdest thing anyone has ever said to me//, you think with a growing sense of alarm. “Look at yourself,” Evan continues as he dashes to a nearby door and grabs a pocket mirror from the bathroom. You stare at your reflection. The big, bright eyes, the sensual full lips, along with the unmistakably female and undeniably pretty face that went with it. “How could I resist that?” Evan mused, his voice full of longing. “The fact that we are friends only makes things better!” he insisted. “We already know each other and get along great.” “What exactly are you saying?” you manage to ask him. You feel dizzy, confused, and surprisingly warm. “All I am saying is you shouldn’t be so uptight. You’re a beautiful girl, we’re in university, we can do whatever we want! Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you just accept your circumstances and, you know, roll with it. Have some fun for a change!” The words are surprisingly wise, especially coming from Evan. You have to admit he probably has a point. You may have a lead but you suspect you are still no closer to discovering a way to change back. Plus, you suspect your transformation may very well be permanent. It would be a shame to let it ruin your life. [[Agree with him]] [[Dispute his reasoning]] <<set $ftaylor to true>>

Soon you are buzzed and sitting around a smoky card table with Jimmy, Evan, and a couple of their mutual acquaintances, Jerry and Robbie, plus the two smokin' hot babes, Samantha and Rhea. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/rhea.jpg" data-raw=""> Rhea, despite being a knockout blonde, keeps making vulgar jokes as you play, laughing at each uproariously. Sam smiles along but seems more reserved, constantly fussing with her bright red hair. You win a few rounds and find yourself up a significant amount. Evan pushes another drink towards you with a grin and you accept. “How about we make this a bit more interesting?” Jimmy throws the suggestion at the table. “Strip poker!” Rhea yells. Rhea laughs as she studies your reaction. “We could always do Truth or Dare, too,” she adds. Everyone at the table seems to be waiting for your decision for some reason. You don’t really like either option but decide to... [[Play strip poker]] [[Play Truth or Dare]]

Your lips meet Evan’s and instead of revolting and strange, it just feels pleasant and unremarkable. // Maybe this wasn’t such a big deal after all… //you think as a pleasurable warmth begins to spread through your body. Your lips caress and explore each other up close and personal. Suddenly you draw apart when you hear giggling. You feel dizzy, unable to gauge just how long you and Evan were touching. Was that thirty seconds or five minutes? You couldn’t tell. You shake your head to dispel your conflicting, confusing feelings and are greeted with your soft brown hair swishing against your face. “See I told you they like each other!” Rhea laughs. You and Evan draw away with no sound but for your heavy breathing and a diappointed sigh from Evan as you break apart. You now feel //very weird. // There is a cacophony of voices yelling within your mind. Urging you forward, urging you to run, to fight, to give in. At least that was over with for now. //How many rounds does this damn game have anyway?// you wonder before freezing. //Fuck, it probably goes on forever or until people are too drunk to play.// It was now Sam’s turn. “Sam, you’re up,” booms Jimmy. “Yeah, I am thinking. Hmmm. I yield my turn to Rhea,” Sam says with a giggle. “What!? You can’t do that!” you protest. Rhea //totally// has it out for you. Sam shrugs and looks to Jimmy, the apparent arbiter of Truth or Dare. “She can do as she likes,” Jimmy decides. Rhea cackles and flashes you a devilish grin. “I want you to give Evan a handjob,” she says, not quite a demand but not quite a request either. //What the hell!?// You are beginning to think Rhea is a huge slut. “Rhea, are you fucking kidding me?” Rhea looks absolutely stunned at your protest. “Those are the rules, //bitch//. Get jerkin’.” [[Keep going]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/hj.gif" class="center"> You are now aware how hot and hard Evan’s cock feels in your hand. You feel overwhelmed by a spate of temporary insanity as your tiny hand begins to glide up and down his cock, much to the delight of Evan and the onlookers. “You go girl!” Rhea cheers as the pace of your strokes intensify. You feel yourself slipping away, like a heavy fog had suddenly encroached upon your mind and blotted out all good sense. It seems almost like a dream or some sort of bizarre out of body experience. You see Evan’s cock twitching as a small, pale hand jerks him off. You see Evan’s blissful face and then Rhea and Sam laughing. You don’t even know what is happening anymore. The next thing you are conscious of is Evan’s bulging and writhing cock. You can feel it pulse in your hand and you look down only to be greeted by a jet of cum that splatters across your chin and drips down your chest. There is a moment of numb disbelief as Evan continues to fill your hand with his semen. He grunts and begins thrusting, pumping into your hand like a pussy. //I just gave one of my best friends a hand job...what the fuck is wrong with me?// You despair as Evan slackens in your hand and the heady scent of his ejactulation wafts through the air. “Whooo!” Rhea shouts with glee. You have no idea what to do now. Rhea sees your distress and starts whooping and laughing with delight. [[You withdraw your hand from Evan’s crotch.]]

<video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/handjob2.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" height="650" class="vcenter"></video> Your soft hand massages Evan’s manhood. He grows hot and hard in your hand as you silently begin to pump him with an eagerness that surprises both of you. Evan seems to be enjoying himself and lets out a moan of pleasure. Every slight movement, even the barest touch of your slender fingers coaxes a delightful reaction from him. You shift close to him on the couch and you feel Evan bulge in your hand. //Oh… he is pretty excited….// Eventually your hand gets tired and you shift positions, sliding down to kneel on the floor in front of Evan. Judging by his cock’s reaction Evan clearly approves of the view looking down at you. The position reminds you uncomfortably of thousands of porno pictures you've seen of girls giving head. //Sucking...dick....// You feel your head moving towards Evan’s dick. A really fucked up part of you wonders what it would taste like to…. //What the fuck!?// You shake your head, pulling away but continuing your movements up and down Evan’s dick. Your hand pleasures Evan and he is soon at his limit. “Ohhh Taylor! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh fuuuckkk!” he yells as he orgasms, shooting his cum all over the chest area of your top. “Fuck, now I have to change my clothes!!” you yell at him as his semen drips down your chest. [[God damnit Evan!]]

"Awwwwesome!" <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/alien.jpg" class="center"> Evan clearly did not enjoy the film as much as you did. When the credits finally roll you feel content but a bit disappointed it was over. It was honestly the most fun you have had since your incident. As you look over at Evan there is a small part of you that wants to thank him in a way you could not with words alone. With the movie over you sit in an awkwardly tense environment. For a moment, you and Evan lock eyes and you suddenly feel like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. You stare at each other for too long...way too long. You suddenly feel your throat become dry, distracting yourself with a sip of wine, only to shock yourself that your once full, and often refilled glass, was again empty. You feel the weight on the couch shift as Evan sits next to you. You look up at him and feel butterflies surge and flutter in your stomach. Something is most definitely very wrong. “Taylor…” Evan says your name and it snaps you back to reality. His voice is hoarse and full of intense longing. You are certain you could guess some of what was going through his mind. “Evan...I really appreciate everything but...I….” “No “buts,” Taylor. We are just friends helping each other out, nothing more.” Evan then slowly runs a hand down your inner thigh. “That said, we both have needs...and judging by the heat I can feel coming off you I think we are both pretty //needy// right now.” You see what he means as your eyes are drawn to his boner, straining against the fabric of his pants. [[Look at Evan]]

//Well, here goes nothing...// <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evansuck1.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> "Mwwaaahhh...." You lick him from base to tip, tasting the salty flare on your tongue. Evan’s cock twitches in your hand as you lightly stroke him. You can feel the blood rushing to his extremity, causing it to grow as you watch until it swells to its limit. //Wow his dick is fucking big...and hard...because of me. Fuck.// You have never done anything like this before so your movements at first are awkward and minimal. Yet with Evan’s moans urging you on, it isn’t long before your movements become smoother and your saliva coats Evan’s manhood completely. “Ohhh yeah….” Evan moans. [[Try and make Evan cum]]

Evan’s reactions were almost funny in a way. Yet repaying a pleasurable feeling was pleasurable in and of itself. You stop caring how fucked up things are and just focus on pleasing Evan. It isn’t long before your actions reach their inevitable conclusion. Soon Evan begins grunting while forcefully thrusting into your mouth. He takes control of his own pleasure in the last instant, forcing you firmly but gently to your knees as he jerks off over your open, waiting mouth. With a loud groan and several huge spurts, Evan cums all over your open mouth and lips. He covers your tongue with his creamy, white semen. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cuminmouth4.jpg" class="scenter"> The disgusting taste of Evan’s cum makes you nearly gag. //Ugh, gross! The porn stars lie!// As Evan looks down at you with a look of blissful satisfaction you immediately feel embarrassed. Shame floods over you. You just sucked your best friend’s dick. You realize you have crossed a very important line. //Ugh, what’s happened to me?// You wonder as you spit into a nearby wastebasket and wipe the cum from your lips on the back of your sleeve. “Wow….thanks Taylor. That was awesome. Made my week, nah more like my whole year! It has been a long time for me and I needed that. You are the best.” His encouragement leaves you feeling conflicted. You decide to leave before things get even more out of hand. You walk home with a heavy heart, a stained shirt, and an uncomfortably wet pair of panties. [[The day after]]

A lot more promising than the journal about intersex rats you happened to be perusing. You know you should probably put a little space between you and Evan before things get //really// out of hand, but you can’t quite bring yourself to pass up the opportunity to potentially learn something useful about your condition. You arrive at Evan’s place feeling uneasy. You enter through his backdoor without knocking as you had several times before and nearly crash into Tim who is standing inside the kitchen doorway. Running into the large black man feels like hitting a brick wall and you go bouncing off, nearly hitting the floor, your pain mostly averted by Tim’s quick movement and huge, supporting arms. After a brief moment you realize he is holding you up partially by gripping your asscheeks. You regain your balance and apologize. “Hey Taylor! Welcome back.” “Hey...uh, Tim, how’s it going?” “Great!” You BS with Tim for a couple minutes. Luckily, Tim doesn’t seem to mind that you crashed into him. He is a sturdy guy so you doubt you injured him. You thank him for catching you and head upstairs to Evan’s room. [[Head to Evan's room]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cocksuck2.gif" class="center"> You find yourself zoning out as you bob up and down on Evan’s cock. It is strange to think about it, but already your movements have become somewhat routine and practiced. //An unfortunate guy...gal...whatever I am...can get used to anything it seems.// //No sense doing things half assed either.// Your father always used to say: “If you're going to do something, do it right,” although, he probably didn’t think his son would ever apply his advice quite in this fashion. You stroke Evan’s cock as you suck him, coaxing precum from his manly parts and into your waiting mouth. You look him in the eye and watch him squirm. As soon as you add a swirling tongue, Evan grunts, pulls free and unloads a hurricane of semen all over your face. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh…..” Evan slumps over once he is finished, looking somewhat like a deflated balloon. [[Let your friend's semen drip off you]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cumhand2.JPG" class="center"> Evan's thick, milky-white sperm covers your hand. You try and figure out where to dispose of it but there is no obvious choice. You stand up and try and move in the direction of the bathroom while Rhea keeps laughing at your embarrassment. You wash the semen off your hand but it stubbornly clings to your fingers. Even after using soap and hot water, you can still faintly smell Evan’s scent on your hand. You sheepishly return to the group. Rhea whispers something to Sam and they both giggle in your general direction. Sam, the girl you had idolized for years, had just watched you make out with and jerk off your best friend. You find that you cannot even look her in the eyes. You look to Evan and he gives you an incredibly creepy, over-eager smile while tapping the chair next to him. The urge to run away overwhelms you. Flushing with embarrassment, you mumble an awkward goodbye and dash out of the house as fast as you are able. By the time you get home you want nothing more than to shower and forget the entire night ever happened. [[Pass time]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/jimmy.jpg" class="center"> Jimmy - is a tall lanky guy with a scraggly beard and a penchant for heavy drinking and sniffing out fun parties.

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“I am fine, just need a sec---oowww-” You feel incredibly nauseous. “I don’t feel so hot,” you admit to Evan. //Wait...that’s not true…// you correct yourself as feel a near instant fever take over your body. One second you were fine, the next you are burning up. “I am going to head home,” you manage to tell Evan as you begin to stumble in the direction of your house. “Wait, want me to like call an ambulance or help you--” You cut off Evan’s protest. “I am //fine//!” you assure him, standing up straight and putting on a brave show. “Just need some rest is all.” The strange sensation in your stomach seems to have shifted lower and spread, the levels of pain oscillating between excruciating and bearable. “I will cya tomorrow Evan!” “Later, Taylor!” As you leave the fields, the awful pain returns. You want nothing more than to fall into bed but fear something is seriously wrong with you. The campus medi-centre is much closer than your house. You decide to: [[Go home and weather the storm]] [[Go to the campus medical center]]

You are soon again overwhelmed by a feeling of nauseousness and sit down in the shower until the water starts to run cold. When you finally stand on wobbling knees and attempt to towel off, you nearly topple over. Your fatigue quickly dominates you and you just barely manage to crawl back into bed before passing out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. When you wake up you immediately feel like something is off. It seems to be morning already, you note with surprise. You must have slept like you were in a coma. As you try and sit up, two huge lumps on your chest shift position just as you become conscious of how sore you feel. From head to toe your body //aches//. Your bed also feels disgusting and slimy as you free yourself from the covers, as if it had become a gross, human sized cocoon. “What in the fuck?” you say as you free yourself and look in horror back at your blankets. //Even the most unfortunate homeless person wouldn't bed down in that,// you think with disgust. Sleeping in a dumpster would have been more hygienic. It gets worse (if that was even possible) as you look closer. Your blankets are stained dark brown, and seem to be covered with small hairs and a sticky reddish resin that reminds you uncomfortably of vomit. Your next shock is when you look down. Two perky, large appearing, breasts adorn your chest. A tentative squeeze confirms they are authentic and in fact attached to your body. Your mind stalls for about ten full seconds. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” you can’t help but scream. //Hopefully the neighbours don’t call 911 -- or maybe they should,// you change your mind as you stumble, bewildered, into the bathroom. [[“Oh my fucking god! I have turned into a fucking girl!”]] <<set $male to false>> <<set $start to false>> <<set $ftaylor to true>>

“I can’t… believe this….” The next thought that enters your mind horrifies you. //What about...my...my….// You can’t even finish the question. With the greatest trepidation, and a horrible sinking feeling, you gradually extend a hand down your stomach to your pubic region, only to have your greatest fears subsequently confirmed. Instead of your precious family jewels there is now only an empty void. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylorpussy.jpg" class="center"> “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” you howl in frustrated rage. //My diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!// You didn’t even get to use it properly! It was like a corvette with five miles on it and now it had been //stolen.// [[Look down]]

“This is a //really// bad idea. I don’t want you to do this,” you inform him, trying to be stern and unwavering. “Too bad,” Mitch answers, as if your opinion is worth less than dog shit. “//I// do,” he asserts. ”Let’s be real, Taylor. You’re high and naked in my room, how are you going to stop me? If you scream for help I bet you wind up in jail or in a freakshow, I, on the other hand have connections. I will be out in no time enjoying a beer at a pub while you are being raped in prison. Besides, look at how far we have gone! It would be a //shame// to stop now.” The sheer veracity of his words smacks you like a gauntlet across the face. You don’t know what to say. Mitch takes your silence as acceptance. Mitch then grabs both of your ankles and pulls you, open legged, towards him. “Oh no…” you whimper as Mitch captures you and ogles your exposed genitals while tightly holding your legs. //Fuck...// The way he stares at you causes you to squirm in embarrassment. A thick finger penetrates you, stirring around the inside of your opening. Mitch’s fingers stumble upon a spot in the roof of your roof of your vagina and it causes an involuntary spasm. //Oh god...if Mitch just found my g-spot….yikes… I don’t even want to fucking think about it! Ahhh!!// Mitch leers at you as he pulls a glistening finger from your pussy, a trail of your own fluid following after it like a spider’s web. Mitch brings it up to your face for you to inspect. He then pops his finger into your mouth and then invades with two more. “Suck on my fingers, Taylor,” your tormenter commands. He starts finger fucking your mouth without waiting for a reply. “Wuhhh,” you wheeze when he withdraws from your mouth. Before you can even take a deep breath, Mitch reaches down and rubs your own saliva on your asshole. “No, don’t do that!” Mitch thrusts a finger back into your nether regions and then withdraws and adds your feminine juices to your saliva. Mitch then rubs the fluid on the tiny, tight ring of your virgin asshole, tickling you in a very sensitive area. As he does so, you cannot help but shiver involuntarily. Despite the racing pulses of the pink pill, you look up at Mitch and are unable to hide your look of fear. That look seems to clinch it for Mitch. He clearly makes a decision as he grins down at you. [[“Mitch, stop! NOW!”]]

You shout at him but he just laughs. With his well muscled arms that you have no chance of resisting against, he grabs one of your legs and flips you onto your stomach. You squeal in terror as he forces your face down into the mattress, baring your ass for your enemy to enjoy. “Please Mitch! Don’t fucking do this! I’ll--I’ll-- fuck you, whatever, just... please leave me alone there. It’s not supposed to--never supposed to happen…” “What isn’t supposed to happen?" “You know…” “Say it,” he commands you as he begins to play with your asshole and vagina. “I don’t want you--” //SLAP!// He hits you hard across the top of your left ass cheek and you squeal in pain. “Who am I?” “Mitch…” //SLAP!!// “Show me more respect, Taylor. We aren’t exactly on equal terms here.” “Mitchel Schnapps,” you manage to respond, your voice muffled by your position. “That’s right. And you, Taylor-Roux are my fucking bitch for life, don’t //ever// forget it!” “No.” Mitch laughs in response are marvels at your exposed pussy and ass. “Ahhhhhhh fuck I love this view. Never gets old. I wish I could live for a million years just so I could fuck you every day,” he says, relating some horrible fantasy you will blessedly never experience. [[Mitch’s fingers invade your backdoor]]

Mitch keeps spreading apart your cheeks while finger fucking your anus. Mitch then proceeds to spit on your ring and you immediately fear what comes next. “Please, Mitch, //please,"// you plead one final time. The weight on the bed shifts, the springs creak, and //something// is pressed against your anus. You are completely powerless, capable only of squirming and clenching your anus stubbornly shut. The next instant you are seized by a horrible pain, a foreign sensation that a real man should never experience. Yet here it is happening to you. You can do nothing except vainly clench and mewl in disbelief as your most hated foe’s penis penetrates your virgin ass and slides nearly all the way inside with his first thrust. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/analdeep.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> “HHNNNNNNNNGHH!!!” you howl into the sheets. [["Ahhh...."]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/analdrippingpussy.gif" class="center"> He fucks you with untiring stamina for a long time. Hours? Minutes? You cannot tell. All you feel is the immensely foreign feeling of Mitch spreading you apart and teasing the warm flesh of your rectum. With a hand on the small of your back, he repositions you slightly to get a better angle to fit even more of his length inside you. You feel like you are going to die, to go crazy from the bizarre sensations that are now beginning to creep forward from the area you are joined. //No….this should be the worst thing ever....it is...and it //isn’t.// Fuck! I don’t want to fucking enjoy being anally raped by this freak!// Yet after a while you do. The feeling of your having your anus spread and worked gradually shifts from intense pain to something approaching approximate neutral pleasure. You soon feel yourself go numb, replaced with only a spreading warmth and a yearning from your reproductive organs. //Have I really become so depraved?// //No, no, no!// you think as your shaking head is pushed forward into the mattress. //I can’t stop it...I can’t do anything! I feel so powerless...// There is nothing to do but relax and accept your fate. [[You wonder why the heck this sadistic act doesn't hurt as much as you expected]]

“Uh!” you give a surprised squeak as Mitch’s hand finds your pussy. He slowly begins to work and tease your clit and slit while thrusting into your tight asshole from behind. He skillfully toys with your bud. You are now aware of your burning, wet loins, providing a distraction from the discomforting, painful sensation emanating from your anus. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/anal3.gif" class="center"> Mitch suddenly grunts and then begins to pound your ass. //Hard.// “Nooo……” you whimper. “Yessssssss…..” Mitch groans back in your ear. Every bit of resistance you offer only seems to turn him on further. //Please stop, please stop, please stop!// gradually shifts to, //Just fucking cum and get it over with before I end up in the fucking hospital!// “Uhhh…..” You feel tears well in your eyes but you fight them back. //I can’t let him see me cry!// The last remnants of your manly pride are at stake. //Yet what kind of man am I, really?// you wonder. Do men have a burning pussy and heaving breasts? Do they take cocks up the ass for drugs? You do. “Ah...Mitch….hnnng….” you squeal as your feet begin to twitch uncontrollably under the awkward motion and muscle strain. His thrusts somehow accelerate even further until there is just a dull blur of cock ramming up your ass. With one last deep plunge inside you, you can’t help but tighten up as Mitch begins to cum, his huge, pulsating dick forcing you open even more as he thoroughly seeds your female colon. [[Your glutes and anus begin to spasm and twitch, much to the delight of Mitch]]

As Mitch’s semen leaks from your puckered, used asshole you become almost certain that you have come too far down this dark path to have any hope of turning back. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchcuminass.gif" class="center"> //SLAP!// Mitch strikes your ass so hard it snaps you of your depression for a second. “See ya next week, Taylor!” he says to you cheerfully. “I will take care of everything you need.” You stumble out of his bed on shaking legs. Your anus is so sore that you now walk like you have just finished a bull riding competition. //Ah, fuck...maybe I have...// A probing finger rubs against your asshole. When you inspect it you find it glistening with cum and small dirty flecks. //Eww...// This moment is the absolute worst, the lowest point you have experienced in your life. What you have just just done was far worse than everything that has happened to you so far. You look over at Mitch, standing naked before him. He is grinning ear to ear, his wet, spent cock flopped over oh the edge of his thigh. You want to yell at him but you just find that you have no words. You are just //done.// Even a thousand pink pills couldn’t make what just happened right. It hurts to dress; getting your panties back on requires a grimace of endured pain. Your walk back home is necessarily slow and awkward. //I am a man...in a woman’s body...and I just took a fucking cock up my ass!// you think with disbelief, yet the pain and cum dripping from your still gaping asshole reminds you that it is all too real. You have now taken Mitch in all three of your holes and feel utterly used. [[Stagger home]]

As Evan fucks you, a change gradually seizes your body. At first you were disgusted and annoyed, passively receiving his cock. Yet now a warm glowing feeling is pervading through your senses. A part of you wants desperately to enjoy that feeling, to seize and expand upon it. To your dismay, you notice you are rocking slightly in time to Evan’s thrusts. //This is so fucked up and wrong! But why the hell does it feel so fucking good? Damn! Damn! DAMNIT!// “Uhhhnnn!!” you moan as Evan suddenly returns to deep penetration. He completely pulls out of you and then goes balls deep in you, stretching your opening to its limits. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Aiiieee…..ow….Ow!.Mhm… Uh...uh uh….” You are about to shout out in pain but manage to bite your lip just as Evan withdraws, pulling his dick back to the entrance into your vagina. With his momentary absence you sadly feel empty, a soft yearning emanating from deep within your groin. Evan then plunges back into you, the pace of his thrusts quickening until you are biting your lip to keep your voice in check. You turn back to Evan and can just barely make out the silhouette of his sweat covered figure humping you. You have a moment of introspection: //So this is what it feels like to lose my virginity as a girl….to my fucking best friend Evan. Wow.// This is definitely something you will remember for the rest of your life. A month ago the odds of this happening would be a hundred trillion gajillion to one and yet here you are taking your friend’s cock inside your pussy and gradually becoming accustomed to it. There was actually a point that you reached a while back that you knew you had crossed over the threshold of pain and discomfort to a glimpse into the potential pleasures of a woman. “Ah, ah, ahh...E-Evan…” You can feel pressure beginning to build inside of you. //I am not going to cum!// you tell yourself only to realize moments later that you might not have any choice in the matter. It just feels too damn good. //If Evan keeps going like that I am...I am going to…// “Noo….” you let out a feeble protest as your inner walls grasp Evan ever more tightly and push you over the edge. The most intense orgasm of your life washes over you, leaving behind a lingering feeling of euphoria. You bury your head in the pillow in front of you, too embarrassed for words. [[Continue your passionate night with Evan]]

“Hey! Mitch, what are you doing here?” you call out to him, your voice dripping acid. His eyes light up as you approach. “I can’t believe this is real. Same house and everything! You know, I wasn’t really sure…. You really are Taylor, aren’t you?” he asks you. You detect a hint of unusual nervousness in his voice. “Taylor Roux?” “Why are you here?” you tersely demand, ignoring his question. He licks his lips before responding. “I needed to make sure it was really you first.” “Why?” “Because I want to go out on a date with you,” he replies bluntly, as if it was the most normal and obvious answer in the world. //What!?// His statement suddenly hits you like a sudden car accident. Fifty seven cars pileup in your mind. You just stare at him, open mouthed, unable to respond for what seems like ages. “Please,” he implores you. “Just one date. Give me a chance! That is all I ask, and then I will leave you alone, forever if you want.” He seems to be waiting for a response. The idea of going on a date with Mitch is analogous to a tap dancing lobster riding a unicorn in space, both are absurd, impossible images. You are well aware Mitch is more than a tad crazy and obsessive but you are also aware, despite his thuggish nature, he does tend to keep his word. He is surprisingly honourable for a crook. It might actually be less problematic to go for a coffee with him and then blow him off for good after that. Nobody has to know it ever happened. Still, the thought you are even considering this likely means your transformation has inflicted a severe mental handicap upon you. [[No fucking way! Not a chance in hell!]] [[We might be able to make a deal]] [[Politely let him down]] <<set $ftaylor to true>>

From your vantage on the toilet, you look up at Mitch with drunk confusion, blessedly unable to make complete sense of the impending danger of the scenario unfolding around you. With a few tugs, Mitch pulls your jacket off and lets it fall behind you over the toilet. You begin to lean back against the white fabric when Mitch pulls you forward and begins fumbling with your shirt. Soon he pulls your top loose and then off completely, right over your head. You blink your blurry eyes as the flash from his camera phone surprises you. “Taylor your tits are fucking amazing!” Mitch exclaims gleefully as he takes in your chest and all its glory. Mitch then begins to grope your breasts with abandon. He slowly teases your nipples and kneads your soft flesh with his iron hard grip. Despite this being fucked up and you not wanting it at all, it isn’t long before you are both panting. It is hard to deny that it feels good to have someone fondle your breasts, even if it is //him//. Such an admission pains you. “Oww! Oww! Ouch that hurts. You are too rrrough!” you complain, as your head lolls backwards, giving you a great view of the stall’s ceiling and fluorescent lighting. “Aii!” you squeal as Mitch’s hands find their way between your legs. “No way! This is unbelievable. Not just the breasts, the face, the lips, the hair, the hips, the tight ass...and to top it all off...you have the cutest, most perfect little pussy as well! Wow Taylor, you really are a woman! A //fine// woman.” His hands continue to roam over your body until he has squeezed and fondled nearly every inch of you. [[The nightmare continues]]

Seeing no alternative, you tentatively extend your tongue and are greeted by a tang of salt and a sharp intake of breath from Mitch as your tongue presses against the soft, springy flesh of his glans. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchsucking.JPG" class="center"> “Ohhhh yeah that feels great. Put it deeper in your mouth. Don’t half-ass things Taylor! Remember, I said a //good// BJ, so do it properly.” It is absolutely humiliating and disgusting but you soon become somewhat accustomed to the movements. Mitch’s penis is so large you can’t get very much of him inside your mouth at one time so you begin to focus on his head, eager to get the terrible night over with. You grab his dick and are shocked at how small your hand is relative to his cock. //Is he that big, or am I just that small?// You wonder. //Maybe both,// you realize. [[You begin to jerk Mitch off...]]

“Use more tongue...uhhh yeah…” Mitch requests with a grunt. You oblige him, lapping up the sour, salty taste. “Right like that...uhhh…yeah uhhh, perrrrrfect!” Mitch moans. “Now lick the underside and cup my balls,” he instructs you. You find yourself acquiescing to his request with surprising meekness, eager to get the horrible ordeal over with. After about a minute, Mitch begins to breathe heavily. His cock is starting to twitch in your mouth. The amount of precum keeps increasing. Your mouth is a salty, slimey mess, your mind an equally chaotic mess of conflicting emotions, feelings, and sensations. Mitch is obviously getting close. //Finally//, you think, eager to get this horrible business concluded. Mitch grabs the back of your head and forces your forward until you gag on his cock. He then proceeds to fuck your mouth as if it was a pussy. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Mitch moans as he reaches his limit and his cock begins to spasm and erupt, filling your mouth his repulsive cum. He ejaculates for a full thirty two seconds, you count in a failed effort to detach yourself from the moment. In the end, the information disgusts you nearly as much as the revolting cum that now fills your mouth and dribbles down your chin. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cuminmouth.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> [[You cannot believe what just happened to you]]

What you have just done bends your mind. You have sacrificed a lot of pride and a part of yourself you know you will never get back. Above you Mitch shudders and basks in the afterglow of his orgasm with a blissful expression on his face as he looks down upon you. You resist the urge to gag as you are suddenly overwhelmed by the foul taste in your mouth. Mitch’s viscous, milk coloured semen is salty, tangy, and a little bit sour with a strong hint of fishiness. All combined with the consistency and appetizing value of snot. It was absolutely revolting and you instantly turn to spit it out but are stopped when Mitch’s huge hand is placed firmly on your cheek. “Don’t you dare! A good blow job always ends in a swallow or facial. It is already in your mouth. Don’t waste it, Taylor,” he advises. You flash him a look of pure murder but a strange, burning compulsion and a nagging feeling that Mitch would somehow try and cheat you pushes you to make the attempt and acquiesce. //I don't know if I can do this…I am going to puke!// It takes everything you can muster to work up the sinful courage to swallow Mitch’s sickening seed. //Anything to get this over with… I am so close, I don’t want him to find a bullshit reason to back out on the deal,// you reason. So, with great effort, you steel yourself. A drop of semen falls from your lips as you point your face upward and try and swallow. //There is so much of this creep’s cum in my mouth…// You can’t help but note the volume is crazy. It was truly a massive load, a literal mouthful that you struggle to choke down. With immense willpower, you manage to slurp it down in several big, disgusting gulps. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchsw.gif" class="center"> “Huuaahh…” //Mitch’s semen is in my stomach and traces still stain my lips.// You know with absolute certainty you will remember this foul taste for the rest of your life. The putrid flavour and experience was so distinct and disgustingly memorable. You feel horrid and completely dead inside. You have seriously crossed the line with this and you immediately regret your decision to agree to any of Mitch's demands. //I am so stupid…// You nearly begin to cry. You have been completely sullied by the person you detest the most. You think that nearly any outcome would have been better than this. //So what if he would have posted the pictures? HE was the rapist. He was in the wrong! And I submitted to him. What the fuck is wrong with me? At least this is over with….// [[Demand Mitch delete the pictures he took]]

Mitch sees you eyeing the bong and pushes a lighter towards you. You pick it up and position yourself over the bong’s mouthpiece. You take a deep breath and look at Mitch, who is now watching you with amusement. Unsure of what to do, you realize there is probably some sort of test here. He is waiting to see what you do and how you react. //Will I roast the whole bowl and launch myself into oblivion or cough for an hour from a wisp of smoke? Will I shotgun the beer or sip on it?// you muse. A few of your more alcoholic friends would often start a night of partying with pre-drinking. The more you drank, the more of a man you supposedly were. You don’t have that much experience with drugs, but you assume it is the same sort of mentality. You recall that these types of implements //hit hard.// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/bong.jpg" class="scenter"> You try and burn through the entire bowl in one go. Your lungs fill up with the sweet, tangy smoke until they can hold no more and you are forced to violently expel it. After coughing for a couple minutes as the smoke dissipates around the room, you immediately begin to feel…//euphoric//. The world and all your troubles fade away completely. You hear a bubbling sound as Mitch smokes a bowl as well, and a fresh cloud of smoke soon blankets the room. [[Get it over with]]

You look at his rock hard penis and spontaneously accept the challenge, thinking, //“He can’t //really// be that far away.”// As if reading your thoughts, Mitch smiles and sets his phone down. “Go,” he says as he presses the stopwatch button. As soon as he pressed that button it was like a trigger also went off in your mind. You began to suck, lick, and stroke like never before. You do your absolute best to pleasure Mitch and give him your best porn star impression. Your actions seem too sensual, too intimate for this creep. You hate it but at the same time you know you have to hurry. //Two minutes and thirty seconds. Fuck! I have to go faster!// You feel so conflicted as you glide up and down his shaft, doing your best to make Mitch cum as soon as possible. //If he wants a good blowjob, I will fucking give him one and be done with it! // As soon as you make that mental declaration you feel ashamed but the sensation is quickly washed away as your teary, glazed eyes flit around the room and come to rest on Mitch’s own. As soon as you look him in the eye you sense his cock give an almost imperceptible twinge, growing every so slightly larger. // I have him now!// you think triumphantly as your tongue swirls over Mitch's leaking cockhead. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/headswirl.gif" class="scenter"> [[Mitch moans in pleasure]]

You don’t know if it was due to the weed or your new hormones, but you feel completely different than the last time by the dumpster. You feel warm and fuzzy, like your vision is tinted by clouds. As you shift off the couch and reposition yourself by kneeling between his legs, you find that your shame and revulsion have faded away. You suddenly realize the scenario is actually kind of funny. What a fucked up world! You giggle at Mitch’s bulbous cockhead as it winks precum at you and you eagerly lap it up. You grip and pump Mitch’s shaft, marvelling it is size, its hotness and hardness. //It is a pretty impressive cock//, you cannot help but admit. //Wait. What did I just think? // You blink and mentally slap the thought away. //I don’t like cocks!// Yet you feel a strange yearning from deep between your legs. //Am I enjoying this? No fucking way!// With every moan you increase your efforts. Soon you are massaging his cockhead and pumping his dick like a madwoman. [[Aahggh! What the heck am I thinking!?]]

Suddenly Mitch forces you away and takes control of his own pleasure. “I am cumming!” he announces as he begins to jerk off directly towards your face. You tap the centre of the phone, confident you completed your objective. //There was no way that was more than three minutes! I win! // You even manage a half assed smile over your petty triumph as you stick out your chin and wait to receive Mitch’s load. //And if he cums on my face that means I don’t have to swallow this gross crap.// <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cumonface.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Taaaaaaaaylor OHHHHH!” Mitch moans as you are hosed with so much cum your first instinct is to laugh. It is more comical than disgusting. It takes Mitch several long moments to recover. “Three oh two!” he finally says with a laugh, holding up his phone’s stopwatch. “You’re improving Taylor but still need practice. You will get there one day soon though with my help. Taylor, you clearly very talented when it comes to pleasing a man. I will see you tomorrow, same time. Don't be late.” //Fuck! Why did I give in again. Why did I smoke the fucking weed? Agggh! I got caught up in the moment and I somehow lost track of time. I can’t fucking believe how happy I was when I thought I had won that stupid bet. Fuck, what the hell has happened to me? What kind of person have I become?// [[Later on...]]

You know you are running out of time and that you have to hurry. Your mind becomes foggy, a series of disconnected images. Mitch’s cock. Your face mashing into his pubes. A meaty shaft burying itself into your mouth. Your eyes meeting Mitch’s, his face warped with pleasure from your actions and the power he commands over you. The next thing you know, Mitch begins to shoot at least a dozen spurts of semen all over your mouth and face. You can do nothing except dumbly accept his load. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cuminmouth3.gif" class="center"> “Five minutes, twelve seconds,” Mitch laughs gleefully as he positions the phone towards you. “Nowhere close.” “What? That took longer than last time! How could I have gotten worse…?” you wonder as you wipe Mitch's pungent seed from your lips. “Oh, babe, you haven’t. That was pretty decent. It was actually the best so far. It probably didn’t help your cause much I already jerked off twice today after I gave those pictures another look over!” “That’s dirty!” you object. “No, my cum covering your face is dirty. And //so// fucking hot! Hahaha!” “The pictures…” you say the words in disbelief. “A deal is a deal. Although I could let you off the hook for a fuck,” he suggests. “A //fuck!?// Are you completely insane?” “Completely sane and completely in control. It was just an idea. We could always just make this a regular thing if you want. I don’t see what the big deal is, you’re obviously a huge cum-slut! See ya tomorrow Taylor, you can let yourself out.” You rise and stand on shaking legs. You feel like your life has completely unravelled. Somehow you have become so desperate and completely lost control of the situation. You keep sacrificing yourself and are still being blackmailed. If anything your circumstances have worsened. You feel like a miserable shell of yourself, almost like you have transformed into an entirely different person in only a couple weeks. [[Do some "research" to improve your skills]]

You are silent for a long moment, your thoughts a conflicting storm. You want to beat Mitch within an inch of his life. You also want to run and hide. And a pathetic, very small part of you wants to kneel in front of him. “You are going to keep your damn word,” you say as you run your soft fingers over his groin. You slink over the side and undo his belt, letting his pants fall with several gentle tugs. You can see his bold erection tenting his boxers, with a large wet spot of precum marking the outline of his head. You laugh, almost a giggle, and give Mitch the biggest fake smile you can muster (the opposite of your internal rage) and slide his underwear down. With his massive penis before you, you are forced to commit. You don’t waste any time. You begin to worship Mitch’s cock. // No, not Mitch’s cock,// you tell yourself, just //a// cock. You try and put last night’s homework to use. You let all thoughts fade away and focus only on the dick in front of you. Mitch can barely contain his reactions. You are about to brag about your research the previous night but think better of it. “Uhhhh! Uhhh! Oh Taylor!” Mitch moans. “That is fucking pro!” Suddenly Mitch begins to tense, then his whole body, including his cock begins to spasm. He begins to erupt all over your waiting tongue and lips. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cuminmouth2.gif" class="center"> As he cums, Mitch grabs your head at the last moment and impales your head on his manhood with a moan of joy. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/deepthroat.gif" class="center"> After a solid half minute of convulsing down your throat, he finally lets you loose, falling limp on the couch while appearing dazed and out of breath. It takes you a few moments to catch your own. “Well? Going to try and lie and say that wasn’t good?” Mitch’s head lolls over to look at you. He looks bewildered. “No, I won’t lie,” he says after a moment. “That was the best head I have ever gotten in my life. Taylor, you are an incredibly gifted cocksucker.” [[Ignore him and conclude transaction]]

“Let’s meet to discuss this,” it reads. “My place 7pm Friday.” You take the message as an ultimatum. //Friday or else!// Eventually, after much internal battling, you decide that if you make a clear deal with no ambiguity Mitch is likely to keep his word. But that still means spending another night around him not to mention what you would inevitably have to do with him. //Am I really considering having sex with Mitch?// Having sex as a woman would feel wrong. You’re a man, at least on the inside. What happens if, god forbid, you enjoyed it? And how would you reconcile the fact that your first real sexual experience would be with be a man, let alone //him?// But no matter how much you rack your brain, there isn’t any other way out that you can see. You have trapped yourself within Mitch's web with your own actions and naivety. It is Mitch’s fault too of course, but you feel that blaming him for your trouble is a bit like blaming a rabid dog for its temperament. [[Decide what to do]]

Mitch flips on some music station on TV and starts talking randomly about things he had seen lately that pissed him off. He starts talking about someone he was supposed to meet for some kind of shady deal. They waste all week trying to arrange a meeting. “...and then this fucking guy just walks across the street in front of me like he owns the whole city! Cars screeching’ to a stop all around him, making a huge scene. Fucking unbelievable.” “Hah! What an ass!” you yell in reaction to his story, surprising yourself with how drunk you sound, along with the fact that you were even paying attention to his story in the first place. “Sounds like you need a refill, Taylor.” You look down at your glass again and are shocked to see it empty. //It is because it is so damn hot in here!// The sweet, icy drink just slides down too easily. You realize you have to pee so you stand up, only to sway and awkwardly attempt to balance yourself. You feel like you have been spun in a circle for twenty minutes, much like you used to do as a child. Mitch walks back from the kitchen with another drink and sees you standing by the coffee table. “Ish there booooze in this?” you suddenly ask him, unable to speak with clarity. “Yeah, a shit load!" he responds with a laugh. "Probably about the most alcoholic drink you could possibly have while still enjoying the taste. Have you never had a margarita or daiquiri before? There are lots of bottles that just blend in well with fruit and ice. Vodka, rum, I even got some of that weird sugar cane vodka-like stuff from Costa Rica too.” [[Uh oh]]

//Blub blub blub blub blub.// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/bong.jpg" class="center"> You hack and cough as the smoke is forced from your lungs and blankets the room in a thick cloud. “Holy -fuck,” you manage to say in between fits of coughing. You were already beyond buzzed but this newest addition has put you in a state of warm bliss. Mitch chuckles. “You look comfortable,” he notes. You feel the weight on the couch shift as Mitch moves towards you. [[Prepare yourself]]

No, that was a lie. In fact the opposite was true. Mitch begins to tease your nipples, which rapidly become hard enough to cut glass. “You’re so sensitive,” he comments as he moves his attentions further down your body. He reaches the waist of your jeans and deftly unbuttons the top. //Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is really happening, //you realize. //And there is nothing I can do.// The things happening to you, the events unfolding in front of you are real. This isn’t some bizarre dream. No matter how much you wish the past two weeks to be a nightmare you are about to be fucked by reality //and// Mitch. You feel your jeans get pulled off your legs and get caught on your feet. As Mitch tugs them off you lose a sock. He throws your pants on the floor before feasting his eyes on your almost naked form. “Oh my god, look at you! I wish I could take a picture of you right now.” “Fuck off,” you tell him without missing a beat. “You’re right Taylor. It is finally time to //fuck//. I have been waiting for this for a long time,” Mitch whispers to you as he pulls your panties to the side. He gives your pussy a light brushing with his fingers. “Wow you are //soaked,// Taylor. You clearly want this even more than I do!” Before you can protest, Mitch penetrates you with another finger. He rubs your clit with his other hand while his right begins to rhythmically finger fuck you, penetrating up to his knuckle before withdrawing and repeating the motion, like a vibrating hand. As strange squelching sounds permeate the room, you begin to feel like you are going insane. You wish Mitch would just get it over with. Yet he is taking so much time to make you feel good that your disgust is rapidly dissipating. You didn’t want to have any orgasms tonight, not with //him//. Yet you reach your second climax of the night with a delirious shiver, riding the waves of pleasure onward until they fade. “Alright Taylor that’s perfect. Your pussy is gorgeous. You’re opening up for me, that’s so kind of you.” Mitch says as he re-positions himself in front of your vagina. He leans forward and effortlessly lifts you up with a single muscular arm, pulling your panties off with a swish. Once you are bare before him, he smiles like a champion. “Spread your legs a bit more,” he tells you and you comply without resistance or complaint. [[Have sex with Mitch]]

It feels like Mitch is trying to pull a fast one over you. Yet you have already had sex with him, so you envision whatever line you had was long since crossed. “Wait a sec. That isn’t fair. No, the uh, the agreement we had…” “Was for one night,” finished Mitch. “Now let’s try some different positions,” he suggests. “How about doggy next?” You are mortified when he easily slides a condom onto himself in one fluid motion while leaping back onto the bed. He takes you with him, grabbing you roughly and rolling you onto your stomach. //Swaatt!! SLAP!// Mitch slaps your ass and then pulls your lower body towards himself. “No…” you manage only a faint word of feeble protest before Mitch mounts you. His huge phallus lances into your undefended, tight pussy from behind. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchdoggytoomuch.gif" class="center"> “Uhhhhhhgnnngh,” you gasp as Mitch thrusts his entire length inside you, much deeper than he had previously. You have never felt like this before. You are full to the brim with this asshole’s cock inside you. //Again.// Deep inside you, Mitch stirs around his previous load. You feel internal sensations that feel strangely foreign. As he seeks his pleasure, Mitch’s cockhead flirts with an opening deep inside you. Each thrust penetrates with greater ease and depth than the last. Soon Mitch’s pace increases, no doubt aided by your juices that flow unbidden down your thighs. Mitch picks up speed and you feel yourself moving in a different direction, the pain and pleasure were no longer separate, they were now one. It hurt so much but also felt so fucking good at the same time. You hate what Mitch is doing to you and the fact that it feels amazing tears a hole in your soul. You have never felt anything like this before in your life. //This is a woman’s pleasure!// you realize with a sense of amazed horror as Mitch thrusts inside you repeatedly, seeking his own pleasure. [[Get thoroughly fucked by Mitch]]

His stamina seems inexhaustible. Mitch definitely gets the value out of his night. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/condomfuck.jpg" class="center"> By the time next morning arrives, you’ve came so many times you lost count and Mitch has a half a dozen used condoms lined up like trophies next to his waste basket. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/condoms.jpg" class="center"> You have let Mitch take advantage of you yet again. You feel ashamed and worthless...and very sore. [[Reflect on what just transpired]]

You go to bed. As soon as you fall asleep, you find yourself reliving the night that Mitch ravaged you. He fucks you endlessly, his untiring manhood penetrating you until there could be no doubt that you belonged to him, at least for the night. He had used you like a possession and screwed you with obsession. The weirdest thing of all was that you had felt so good that getting fucked by that degenerate was almost enjoyable. You awake with start and find your bedding is soaked with sweat. Your hand instinctively probes between your legs. //No, that’s not sweat…// Your hand goes to your panties only to find them soaked through with love juice. You move them aside and slip them off, only find your new sex to be uncomfortably warm. //And wet,// you think as you inspect the wet strands between your fingers. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/sowet.jpg" class="center"> "Ewwww!" [[Think about your dream]]

“I see, uh thanks....” “Jerry,” he replies, introducing himself. “I’m Taylor, nice to meet you,” you reply. You thank him again for the information and continue to wander around the enormous building. //Mr Deter has a lab somewhere in here… too bad that he would never help me even if he could.// You briefly search for Deter’s lab but cannot seem to locate it. At the end of the day you are exhausted and still no closer to your goal. With a sigh you begin to walk home. “Psst! Hey!” someone calls to you. It was the man from the bio building. “Hello,” you say to him. “Jerry, remember from earlier?” You nod, recognizing him from a few hours earlier. “It is Taylor right?” You nod again. “You looked sort of stressed out there earlier. Did you find out what you’re after?” “No,” you answer, frowning. “Well I was just about to blaze here before I go back to the dorm. Want to join me?” he offers. You hesitate, but the chance for a free smoke is appealing. You have seen Jerry around campus, and you are pretty sure he isn’t a serial killer. “Sure!” you say. You smile and follow after him. “Wait, how did you know that I uh... //Partake?//” you ask him. “Well most people around here do,” Jerry answers. “Besides my buddy said he has smoked with you before. He pointed you out.” “Your...buddy?” you say just as you turn into the alley. [[Enter the alley]]

After another great orgasm, you are about to wind down and call it quits, when your mind wanders and you are reminded about your cell phone. As soon as the idea is implanted in your brain, you feel your loins start to burn with anticipation. Even though you know what you are doing is immensely fucked up, you can’t seem to stop yourself. You sync your phone with your computer and soon have Mitch’s picture in front of you. You study Mitch's big veiny cock in detail. You want to find it disgusting, to turn away and delete it forever. Yet you don't move. You keep staring at it and find, to your ultimate shame, that the sight of his cock has you absolutely //burning//. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/dpic.jpg" class="center"> “Noooo,” you moan in protest as your body disobeys and your fingers begin to madly pleasure yourself. Within moments, you are sent rocking, twitching, and thrusting forward as your feminine impulses seize control. You feel yourself flood with love juices. As your orgasm fades, you are greeted with a rare moment of clarity. “What the fuck is wrong with me? I have to get this asshole out of my mind.” You need to get out of the house. You need to get //laid.// //Maybe I should just find another guy and satisfy my urges?// The idea is kind of gross but more than a bit appealing [[See if you can find something to do]]

Without further urging, Mitch thrusts all the way inside you, burying his massive cock inside your tiny body. His massive cock kisses your cervix. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/fpovsex.jpg" class="center"> “Ohhhhh~!” Fireworks go off in your mind. This wasn’t at all like last time. This was the best feeling in the world! “Fuuuuck me!” you yell, half statement of shock, half suggestion. Mitch laughs. He then begins to move slowly before gradually picking up speed. [[Holy shit, this feels fucking amazing!]]

Soon his long, penetrating thrusts are surging inside you. You feel like you have become unhinged. You begin to instinctively relax, submitting to Mitch’s pistoning member. A thousand past faps flash through your mind, none of them holding a candle to this bonfire now raging inside of you. You then cum so hard you that you flop around the bed, but Mitch holds you down as you twitch underneath him. “Ohhh fuck!” Mitch grunts, and you can feel his body tense and shudder as he unloads inside you, filling his condom to capacity. He keeps thrusting until his member softens slightly. He withdraws his penis from your sex with a near silent pop. He throws the condom in the trash while you catch your breath. “You’re so sexy, Taylor,” comments Mitch. You look over at him, then down at his hard cock, already wrapped in a fresh condom and yearning to be inside of you once again. Suddenly he slides the condom off. “Since this is just a dream we don’t need to use protection right? It feels so much better without.” You desire more pleasure, to repeat the feelings you just experienced. You don’t care that this whole scenario is perhaps an unlikely and too vivid dream. All you can focus on is your euphoric feelings and the hard cock positioned in front of you. Maybe something has happened to you. Perhaps the alcohol and drugs have stolen your inhibitions. All you know is that you desire more pleasure. [[You open your legs and spread your pussy open for Mitch.]]

He accepts your invitation and is on you in a flash, sliding himself inside you with one clean thrust. He begins to pound your pussy without reservation. Suddenly he grabs your ass and, with pure brute strength, flips you on top, so that you are suddenly riding him cowgirl style. Pink lightning coursing through your brain, you begin to bounce up and down on Mitch’s manhood. He pierces deep inside you and your pussy accepts him, gripping his shaft tightly with your inner walls. You become aware that you are more in charge of your own pleasure. //I am on top and in control! // You can change the rhythm, and how deep or shallow the thrusts are. After a bit of experimentation you find that the quick, shallow thrusts are your favorite. You ride him in this pattern until you put yourself over the edge. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ride.gif" class="center"> “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” you moan as you cum. Mitch revels in your reaction and ejaculates inside you. You can feel his cock shuddering internally as you continue to ride him through completion. You fall forward onto his firm chest. You lie there together basking in the afterglows of your orgasms. [[Keep "dreaming"]]

Mitch now has you so hot and bothered that stopping seems impossible. You see his penis again rise to life between your legs. On some strange impulse you grab it and slide your slender little hand up and down its length. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchjerk2.gif" class="center"> Mitch seems to enjoy the handjob and continues to put his own hands to work on your body. You are forced to let go of his dick and grab the sheets as Mitch again pushes you over the limit. "Hyyyaahhh!" You let yourself rest on the bed, panting like you have just run a marathon. Your body is flooded with endorphins, hormones, and who knows what else. All you know is that you feel great, everything else seems secondary. [[You don't want the pleasure to end]]

Mitch takes his familiar position in front of your pussy. He places his huge cock on your mons pubis, giving you a great view of his immense size. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchfpovpen.jpg" class="center"> “What are you waiting for?” you demand impatiently. Despite all the sex, you still feel hornier than ever. “Should I go grab another condom?” he asks. “They don’t seem to stop you from cumming in me!” you angrily protest. “We don’t need condoms in a dream though.” “You’re right.” //This is too damn real to be a dream,// you realize. Yet you had heard stories of lucid dreaming. You aren’t quite sure what to think. There was a small chance this could be a dream - you never remember them anyway. Everything happening to you could also just be a drug induced hallucination. //If it is all in my mind then there are no consequences,// you rationalize. Mitch’s bare cock has found its way to your opening and is slowly being pushed inside. With a sigh you push forward as well and soon you both join together as one. You feel complete, happy, youthful, and above all, sexy. You keep rocking your hips until Mitch reaches his limit, grabbing your ass and pounding your pussy repeatedly until he releases his load deep inside you. You don’t recall much after that, just disconnected images. You remember sucking Mitch’s dick and getting fucked from behind but not much else. [[Wake up from your "dream"]]

You use one hand to jerk the length of Mitch's shaft while your other cups and massages his balls. “Oh my fucking god! You are unbelievable Taylor!” he compliments you as your mouth fills with salty precum. After a few moments of moaning, Mitch takes charge, ramming his cock down your throat and cumming inside you until his balls are drained. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/deepthroat1.gif" class="center"> You swallow every drop as you were told. Not that you had any other choice. When Mitch releases you, you fall over gasping for air. He says he will start making calls looking for what you want. You leave his apartment with a disgustingly familiar taste in your mouth but at least you saved some money. [[Walk home]]

“Taylor, can we talk before class?” reads a text from Drew. “Sure,” you respond. The next day you show up a bit early to meet Drew. “Hey Taylor…” Drew begins with palpable anxiety. “I-I-...” “Hey,” you cut him off. “Don’t say anything. It is okay, it was just an accident and no one got hurt or lost an eye. It never happened, okay?” Drew looksd relieved. “Okay, thanks for being so understanding!” Evan then walks up to you and Drew. “Hey Taylor! ...and Drew. You guys coming out to party tonight?” “Tonight is the launch of the //Abandoned Age// beta!” Drew announces with emphasis. //Oh shit.// You feel a sudden urge to procrastinate rising inside you. Fucking //Abandoned Age.// You have been waiting for that one for years. It had a development cycle near as long as //King Nukem// and that fucking game took forever to make. Still, it might be best to Drew a little space for now since to say your last incident made you quite uncomfortable would be the understatement of the year. You know you should be focusing on finding a cure for your condition but the childish allure of a long sought after game cannot truly be underestimated. You turn Evan down and accept Drew's offer. [[Go with Drew to play AA]]

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The appeal of //Abandoned Age// is too great to ignore. You agree to go to Drew’s, although a small, nagging voice in the back of your mind loudly protests it might be a bad idea. The game is everything you expect it to be. It is entertaining, fun, well designed, and so deep you find yourself lost within the complicated character development system. The magic system is pretty badass too. You send torrents of lightning arcing throughout the screen at every possible opportunity, watching enemies become electrocuted until they burn away as ash upon the wind. “This is fucking awesome!” you comment. When Drew doesn’t reply you shoot him a glance and see he is staring autisitically at you. You suddenly tense and scowl at him but are drawn away by the attack of an ogre knight. “Holy fuck! This thing is a beast!” It takes you twenty minutes of kiting and barely avoiding getting squished for you to defeat it. You look back over at Drew and he seems to not have moved in the entire interim. You roll your eyes. //At least this game is sweet...// Drew will probably be a perma-virgin so letting him hang out with a hot girl is probably good for his self esteem. You play for a few hours without incident until Drew begins to move awkwardly on the couch. From your peripheral vision it almost look like Drew is...//No, he better fucking not be!// You turn your head and shoot Drew a dirty look as his hand snaps away from his crotch and he awkwardly closes his legs. “I...have to use the washroom,” he says. You give him a disgusted look. “For real,” he adds while clutching at his fairly large belly. [[“Fucking don’t let me stop you!”]]

One ring away from voicemail Drew finally picks up. “Hello,” he answers the phone. “Hey Drew! Haven’t heard from you lately so wanted to give you a call and make sure you didn’t die or something. Anyway, the long weekend’s coming up, you’re coming out to the cabin, right?” Drew takes an abnormally long time to respond. Just when you think you must have a bad connection, Drew answers, his voice melancholic. “I am sorry, I can’t this year,” he says. “What!? Why? This is our //tradition!//” you protest. “I just haven’t seen my family in a long time. My brother is moving to Europe and it will be last time I get to see him for ages,” he explains. It is a perfectly reasonable explanation but you can’t help but doubt it. Drew always loved the weekend’s at the cabin and would usually spend weeks planning in elaborate detail. “Well that sucks!” you huff. “I know, I am sorry. I am not feeling very well at the moment. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” “Okay, feel better,” you say as you hang up. You are completely bewildered. //That really sucks!// The next moment, reality descends and strikes you like a bolt of lightning. //I am going to have to spend the whole weekend alone with Evan at the cabin! Holllllllly shit!// The fantasy of a tranquil weekend of laughter and relaxation disappears. The sexual tension between you and Evan is only getting more intense. Your judgement hasn’t exactly been reliable either. It doesn’t take a genius to see that going with Evan could lead to some awkward circumstances and potentially serious consequences. At the moment you don’t really trust yourself, let alone that horndog Evan. At this point, cancelling with Evan would be somewhat difficult but is probably the right thing to do. “Uhhh…” you sigh. Why does everything always have to be so complicated? If you go, you are pretty sure that you and Evan will end up having sex...again. Things are already out of control between the two of you. Still, spending a "romantic" weekend at a cabin is just an all round terrible idea if it is just the two of you. //And sex with Evan does feel pretty good...// You sigh. //What the hell am I going to do?// [[Agree to go with Evan to the cabin]] [[Do the responsible thing and cancel the trip]]x

For some reason, when you look at Evan’s dopey face you can’t bear to snuff out his childish glee. “I will go with you to the cabin,” you inform your friend. “Fuck yes! Thank you Taylor! You will not regret it--we will have //sooooooooo// much fun!" //That’s what I am afraid of…// The next few days pass in a blur. Before you know it Evan arrives to pick you up, his tiny car packed to the roof with random camping gear. “Hey Taylor!” Evan greets you. “I got us some good beer, smores, sausages cooked over a fire --ahh this is going to great!” You haven’t even begun to fully voice your concerns and already you feel awkward and obligated to go. As you heft your small backpack and climb into Evan’s car, you feel you are truly going down the path of no return with your old friend. //Oh well...friendships evolve!// You figure you will probably have a lot of fun this weekend...and potentially a lot of sex too. [[Drive to the cabin]]

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The drive is fairly lengthy but luckily it is a scenic route. You enjoy the view out the window as you travel up the foothills into the mountains. You hit the highway and cruise for an hour. Evan fiddles with the radio dial but finds nothing to his liking. He then tries to fiddle with your dial, ungracefully rubbing your crotch. "What the fuck?" you protest and slap away his hand. “Hey, Taylor...how about some //road head?”// he suggests. “I am not sucking your dick while you are driving, that is fucking dangerous!” “You know what is also dangerous? Being distracted by a hot chick and a boner while driving!” Evan counters. “What the hell, man?” “It will help the journey go by quicker…” Evan says as his right hand again shoots across the divider and lands between your legs. “C’mon, please?” Evan pushes you while rubbing your groin. You want to tell him to fuck off...but you are already too warm to argue with him. Evan seems to realize he has won you over. “Thanks, Taylor, you are the best!” he says to you as he pulls his cock loose. You awkwardly extend your left hand and start jerking him off. “Ohh that feels so fucking good!” Evan moans. “Shut up Evan! Keep your eyes on the road.” Eventually you find your unoccupied hand begins to move as if it has a mind of its own. You soon put it to work, pleasuring your pussy. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/carbreak2.jpg" class="center"> //Oh my god... this is going to be a loooong weekend...// Soon both of your hands are drenched with love fluids. You use some fast food napkins to towel off. You cannot help but wonder that if Evan is already this horny while driving...how will he be when the two of you are alone at the cabin? //Wow, this was such a bad idea...// The scary part is you pretty sure you will enjoy it...even if Evan has more fun than you. [[Finish the drive]]

Drew waddles off, leaving you staring at your character’s death screen. “Aw fuck, I died!? What the hell? Fucking shit game!” you yell at the screen. After a few moments you sigh and find yourself suddenly feeling self conscious. You look down at your unfamiliar breasts and sigh. //These damn things keep distracting everyone!// Yourself included. You sigh again, stand up, and walk around Drew’s living room, looking at the random nick-nacks and clutter. You pace around a bit and suddenly recall seeing a missed message from your mother a few days earlier, something about an email. You walk into the small room that contains Drew’s PC lair and see that the computer is turned on and doesn’t appear to be locked out. You bite your lip as you estimate your phone’s approximate position, buried somewhere in your backpack left at the entrance on the other side of the house. //Well I am here...still, Drew is a bit anal sometimes….// [[Use Drew’s computer]] [[Respect his privacy]] <<set $ftaylor to true>>

You decide to take a quick peek at your email on Drew’s PC. You’re great friends so he probably wouldn’t mind if you used his computer for a bit to innocently check your email. You go to click on the internet browser but in the motion the mouse cursor goes over a bizarrely positioned folder just off the center of the screen. The folder is named merely, “Hot.” Your cursor circles around the folder as you debate clicking. //Click-click.// You open the folder. There are tens of thousands of pornographic images inside. You shake your head in disbelief. //Fucking every guy is a pervert--no exceptions!// you think with amazement as you curiously scroll through Drew’s private stash. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cumfet.png" class="center"> “Wow, Drew clearly [[has a cum fetish…]]”

You decide to respect Drew's privacy. For all you know he might have his homepage set to some weird porno website. Learning about Drew's potential foot fetish isn't at the top of your to-do list. You walk across the house and get your phone out of your bag. You access your email app and scan through the dozens...//Er...hundreds...// of missed emails. You tap one with the subject "Sandra REALLY needs help with Craig." You scan through the email and think, //No wonder Sandra wants help… it must be exhausting to babysit an adult all day long.// [[Read your mom's email]] <<set $ftaylor to true>>

“Eww...aghhh...Yiiick!” You fail to suppress a cringey shiver as you slip back to the living room where Drew is waiting for you. Drew seemed startled by your appearance from an unexpected direction. “What were you doing?” he asks. “Nothing!” you snap, eager to forget the information you uncovered. You try and return to some entertainment but find your mind to be filled with uncomfortable images. You find even sitting near Drew makes you feel almost ill. A short while later, your awkwardness meter explodes and you decide to bid Drew goodbye. With enough weirdness and gaming for the day, you note that it is getting late and stand up with a yawn. Sensing your intent, Drew rises too. “Before you go I also have good news for you,” Drew informs you. “Look at this,” he says, handing you a piece of paper with some of his difficult to read handwritten scrawl. “//Hyper Advancements in Advanced Nano Technology, The Singularity of Technology and Transformation, The Cutting Edge Science Behind “Living Forever//”…” you read off the names. //Wow these do sound promising!// Enlisting Drew’s help was the best idea you have ever had. “Thanks Drew, you are fucking awesome!” you tell your friend. Drew blushes and looks away in embarrassment. “Do you think our library at school has these?” Drew purses his lips. “I doubt it, these are brand new and considered a specialty. Two of them were only //just //published and I don’t think they have been peer reviewed yet.” “Fuck. That probably means they are going to be really expensive." “Probably,” Drew predicts. "Thanks Drew!" [[Check out the books online]]

When you get home you search the net and find your fears to be subsequently confirmed. Getting all of the books on Drew’s list would cost you nearly $1000, money you are pretty damn sure you don’t have. You find each of the absurdly expensive textbooks - each over a hundred fucking dollars - but decide that the information contained within is probably worth the price. You check your bank account and find you only have about $500. You spend an hour trying to figure out which books would likely to be the most valuable. Some of them seem to be jam packed with data and technical information, which seems like it would be useful. However, you are pretty sure a lot of it would go over your head, but maybe Drew or someone else could help you make sense of it. You settle on your top three and complete the online check out...draining your bank account to its dregs in the pursuit of knowledge. You do feel a lot better at least having a lead. //Progress!// [[Buy the three books with the best looking covers]] [[Buy the three most technical books]]x

You do the only thing a responsible, intelligent young adult could: you buy the three books with the flashiest covers. “Is that a fucking laser? Wow! Can’t judge a book by its cover? Pfft! I do. That is probably just some bullshit propaganda written by authors who have crappy covers or can't afford artists...what a bunch of fucking losers, people don’t give a shit about //text//!” You see your phone flash. “Are you going to come over tomorrow for dinner?” Drew messages you. “4 what? Moar AA?” you type out a reply but stop yourself before sending. “Oh shit!” you shout in surprise as your eyes dart to the date in your phone's menu. “It’s Drew’s birthday tomorrow! //Fuck!// I //totally// forgot…” [[Oh no…..]]

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//Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit// you forgot all about it. Normally you were pretty good at remembering dates but the past week has been pretty hectic, what with your inexplicable transformation into a woman who looks like she belongs in a //Elizabeth’s Secret// catalogue. //Fuck...what am I going to do?// Now you have almost missed your best friend’s birthday…. And, to make matters worse, you just spent all your money on //fucking textbooks//… You are now thankful you torrented copies of your other texts. //Fucking crooked assholes...goddamn student loans...fucking military industrial complex...Oh shit I am getting off topic here!// You bite your lip. You doubt you can do anything about the MIC or your transformation but you might at least be able to think of a thoughtful gift to give to your friend. //Except I have no money and nothing to give him... // “Hmm…” A somewhat obvious but quite perverted idea enters your mind. //Nothing to offer except maybe myself….maybe.// The idea is pretty fucked up but you can’t seem to shake it. Drew has been really helpful lately, and it would be really nice to show your appreciation. Showing up empty handed is a no-go...//but am I REALLY even considering something lewd like this?// You feel a tad flushed, so head to the bathroom, nearly tripping over a random box in the hall. //Fucking Julie leaving her shit everywhere!// you fume as you enter the bathroom and splash water on your face. “Ahhh...no! I can’t do //anything// like that! I am a fucking man! I have my father’s pride!” “Now what am I going to do about Drew? Should I regift or put a little bow on my ass?” you ask your reflection, making a cute little face while pushing out your backside. “Fuck I am so hot!” you can’t help but compliment yourself as you proceed to make exaggerated kissy faces in the mirror. //I really need to take a lot of pictures before I change back...// Fapping to yourself would probably be pretty fucking weird...and potentially hot. [[You earmark that idea for later...]]

“I can’t really //do// anything though. I am not going to strip for him or anything…” The idea of doing anything sexual with Drew seems quite out of bounds. The mere idea makes you laugh out loud. “Yep...//nope!//” //That is definitely not happening!// Still, you want to get Drew something //good// for his birthday. He has seemed a bit depressed the past few months. More than usual at least. Most people seemed to forget Drew’s birthday and the loneliness clearly to hurt him. You know Drew is actually quite spontaneous, gregarious, and confident - but only within his realms of comfort. Drew was such a hopeless homebody and introvert that you really did worry about him sometimes. Every year you always make a special point to go out of your way and do something nice for him….yet this year your transformational drama seems to have reduced your memory capacity and messed up your ability to look at calendars. “Fuck me!” you yell as you again trip over the box in the hallway and carreen into a pile of laundry and shopping bags. “God damnit Julie!” you curse as you pick up the half destroyed box that you tripped over. You can see some white and black fabric peeking out from inside. “No way…” you hiss as you open the box, revealing a stunningly detailed maid’s dress. “Ewww….!” you mutter with a cringe as you imagine your sister participating in a cosplay night with her boyfriend. You throw the box down where you will probably easily trip upon it again and head into your room. You browse the net for a bit but no ideas come to you. Drew’s family is comfortably well off, and he has nearly every rare piece of memorabilia imaginable. Your mind keeps searching for some way to get Drew a thoughtful gift that he would really care about. [[Come up with a gift for Drew]]

//Hmm...I can’t really think of anything like that.// “Hm….What does Drew want….” your eyes suddenly fall on your sister’s cosplay outfit. An incredibly fucked up but brilliant idea occurs you. You pick up the dress and drape it over yourself. It seems like it would probably fit quite well, probably a given due to the similarities in size between you and your sister. Still, Julie did have a slightly larger chest than you. You hope it doesn’t slip off or anything. Still, dressing up as a fucking //maid// for your best friend? That is mega-fucked up, even if Drew would //really// appreciate it. “Yeah I can’t do this,” you decide, throwing the outfit back into its dilapidated box. You are Taylor Roux, a man, and men do not dress up in this manner. //Hmm...except I am not in a man’s body right now….// Suddenly an idea occurs to you. “What if I just...//act.// Holy fuck I am smart! I always wanted to be on the big screen! I just have to play a role, that’s it. I have beaten so many RPGs, what’s a little IRL roleplay? Hah!” You are a high school drama class veteran. //It’s perfect.// Acting is pretty fun, Drew might gain a bit of self confidence, and you don’t even have to buy an expensive gift. //Maybe this is a good plan after all!// you think, while trying to tamp down a few lingering doubts. [[Show up at Drew’s with your “gift”]]

The next day you show up early at Drew’s place. “Hey Taylor. You’re early,” he observes while ogling the box you are carrying. //Or maybe he is ogling my chest...// “I needed some time to...set up my gift,” you explain, while hefting the box. “Is that for me? Oh, Taylor, you are the best!" “I know…” //Wait until you see it...er ...me...// “Come on in!” Drew welcomes you inside. Once in his living room, you stand there awkwardly holding the box. A palpable nervous tension seems to pervade the room. //Ugh, time to bite the bullet and get this over with...// You really hope you made the right decision with this “maid” idea. “I will be right back,” you tell Drew as you march off to the bathroom like a soldier off to war. As you gradually put on the somewhat complicated garment you begin to question your sanity. But it is already too late to change your mind. The shoes seem to be the worst part which was something you didn’t quite expect. You feel like you are on stilts or going to topple over at any moment. Each step is a teetering act of balance that causes you great dismay. [[Show Drew your maid costume]]

You stumble out into the hallway on feet unused to such uncomfortable footwear. “Whaaaaauuhhhhhhhhhhhhh…eeeeeeehaaaaah?” Drew balks, his voice morphing from a question into the approximate sound of someone cumming in their pants. “//TAYLOR!?//” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylormaid.jpg" class="center"> “In the flesh!” //A woman’s flesh...// You feel an unexpected tingle of excitement. Drew stares at you in open mouth shock for what has to have been several minutes before he finally is able to speak. You find his reaction to be highly amusing. //No one has ever looked at me like that before…// you dryly note. You slip off the shoes and throw them into the corner, realizing there was no way you would get through an hour of standing let alone a day of mopping floors with those burdens on your feet. Drew watches your tumbling black shoes with surprise, before his eyes snap back and return to you. The rapturous, all consuming gaze makes your heart flutter despite your attempts to breathe calmly. [[Finally Drew speaks]]

“It is my birthday,” Drew begins with a long, almost remorseful tone. “And you’re the only one that really cares, Taylor. I am glad I get to spend this day with you and the fact that you would dress up for me makes me just so //happy.// It just shows how great and generous you really are.” Tears well in Drew’s eyes and, as you look at him, your own moisten in response. “You know Taylor... You are my only friend,” Drew sorrowfully admits to you. The depressing tone hurts you. //I thought he would be happy! Fuck.// “That’s not true!” you protest. “What about--” “Evan? Oh come on. I don’t think he likes me at all.” Drew seems to descend into the dark underworld of depression. You can almost see a stormcloud begin to take form over his head. It becomes unbearable for you to watch him like that. “C’mon it is your birthday. Cheer up, buttercup!” you happily chime, trying to do your best to sound upbeat. “For tonight is your special day, and this tailor-made Taylor maid is here to brighten your day!” you quip. “W-w-what do you mean?” Drew stammers in alarm. [[Explain your gift]]

“I didn’t just dress up for you. Taylor the Maid is here to serve //Master// Drew,” you explain to him him the biggest, sweetest smile you can muster. Drew starts to cough, as if choking on his own breath. “Anything you want I will bring and any need you have I will fulfill because for today~ I am honour bound to obey!” You even manage a slightly french accent. //Fuck, I should be an actor...ress….fuck!// Drew immediately goes red in the face. His head now looks exactly like an overly ripe tomato. You almost laugh. “Oh come on Drew, get your mind out of the gutter. I mean I will do shit like clean your floors or make you dinner or something.” “Oh,” he grunts, sounding disappointed. “Don’t “oh” me! What are you, fucking “Evan”?” “Okay well….let’s start with some of that then.” “Start with what?” “The stuff you mentioned.” “You have to be //specific//. Please order me, master,” you purr to Drew. “Or I just won’t know what to do.” [[Try and cheer up Drew]]

Drew swallows nervously but after a couple deep breaths he appears to gather his determination and prepare himself. “Maid,” he begins, his voice a mere whisper. “What!? I CAN'T HEAR you! C’mon Drew, I am just your lowly little maid. You don’t get nervous at the cashier when you go to buy a hamburger every fuckin’ day, right?” Drew blinks. “You’re right,” he agrees, sounding astonished at the perceptiveness of your insight. “So…” “So you just need to close your eyes and repeat to yourself that I am just a maid and you are my master. I am just acting-role playing- here, just like an RPG. You can do the same. You’re already great at it!” He appraises you for a moment but then nods at you slowly and then proceeds to follow your instructions. His eyes close and you watch and listen as Drew awkwardly mumbles away. “I am the master, Taylor is the maid, I am the master and Taylor is the maid...//my// maid…..I am the maid’s boss...her master...//Taylor’s// master….” //I hope Drew learns a thing or two tonight!// You note he could definitely do with a big increase in his charisma and confidence stats. Drew repeats his mantra for way longer than you expect him to. He almost seems to be in a weird, mumbling, meditative trance from what you can tell. After about fifteen minutes pass, you become quite concerned. You go to shake him out of it and he wakes from his stupor. When Drew opens his eyes again there is a different light behind them. [[Take commands from Drew]]

“Maid,” Drew says, speaking with almost perfect and unusual clarity. Drew was a bit of a mumbler but he wasn’t mumbling now. “Go make me a sandwich,” he orders you. You give Drew a dirty look and he has the grace to look somewhat abashed. “Fine, yes //master,// I will be right fucking back,” you say as you scurry to the kitchen to do you “master’s” bidding. Drew follows you and sits at the kitchen table. Drew’s fridge is well stocked, //of course it fucking is...//, and you find a lot of ingredients inside. Even precooked bacon, some deli meats, and many condiments. A few minutes of sandwich sculpting later, you have constructed a delicious looking clubhouse sandwich which looks like it came from a fucking restaurant and cost thirty dollars just for the sandwich alone. Looking at the crispy, glistening lettuce and that perfect tower of sculpted, flavoured meat makes you //so// fucking hungry but you suppress the urge to devour it. //It wouldn’t be appropriate in this “role” I am playing,// you chide yourself. You serve Drew's sandwich and he devours it with a look of adulation. You become even more hungry and jealous of that fucking tremendous sandwich you made as Drew eats it with many, “Mmmms!” and “Ahs.” After Drew’s lunch, he begins to give you random small tasks, seemingly to test your limits. You follow his orders and try and do a good job tidying up Drew’s place but its already among the cleanest homes of any young man you have ever encountered. You find that each order subtly seems to reinforce your own instinct to obey. [[Continue being ordered]]

“Taylor! Clean over there!” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylormaid2.jpg" class="center"> “Yes, sir!” “”Over there! Those windows are...//streaky//…” Drew informs you. “Oh no! We can't have that! I am on it!” you reply, grabbing a spray bottle and rag from under the sink. Drew gives you an irritated look. //Ooops.// “Sorry, I am on it, //master!//” you correct yourself with a roll of your eyes. “Stand on your tippy toes and dust the top on my bookshelves,” Drew orders you once the windows are clean. “Vacuum under that chair!” he orders you next. You oblige, your backside plainly on display for Drew’s eyes to feast upon. “It is my birthday, I am the master and you //Taylor,// you are just my maid... uh,for tonight at least.” “Yes, Master Drew!” you say as you go about your tasks, Drew’s eyes never once leaving your figure. “Go make me a coffee,” Drew orders. Each command seems to come more naturally from his mouth. [[Head to the kitchen]]

“Yes...master…” you answer as you head back to the kitchen. Drew follows close on your heels like a loyal hound...except now you suspect he hardly means to protect you. You go to the kitchen and rattle around until you have found everything you need. Drew watches everything you do and it makes you a bit self conscious as you start brewing the coffee while setting up a serving tray. //This outfit is so stupid...// you can’t help but think as you notice the lacy frills and the striking juxtaposition of black on white. Soon the fresh brewed aroma spreads and you grab the pot and pour for Drew. You are about to pour a second cup for yourself when you stop. //Maids wouldn’t drink in front of their master...// You sigh and pour only the single cup for Drew. You aren't sure how Drew prefers his coffee so you add a small carton of cream and a few sugar cubes to the edge of the tray. You then serve “Master” Drew his coffee. Drew seems almost giddy as you place the coffee before him.. “It needs cream,” he says, pushing his mug forward. At the mention of cream your dirty mind does a summersault. “Of course,” you say, picking up the carton. “Just say “when,” master!” The way the costume frames your cleavage seems to mesmerize Drew. You share a moment where you are both looking at your chest. As you look over at the cream in hand you can’t help but laugh. A lame joke involving breasts and milk goes in and out of your mind like a ball thrown through a window. You start to pour the cream, a thin drizzle that takes ages to change the colour of Drew’s coffee. “W-when!” Drew shouts as he realizes creamy coffee is now overflowing off the table. //Well...it is his birthday....and I know he won’t ask but I think he would obviously appreciate a little teasing. Lord knows he needs it….// //Still,// you think, //maybe there is a way I can help build up his confidence and repay some of the kindness he has shown me over the years…// You sigh. //A really fucking weird way//. Still, a part you thinks that with a little bit of your help Drew’s life would probably be a lot better. He’s your best friend after all, you would do almost anything for him if it meant really helping him out. You decide to: [[Tease Drew]] [[Don’t tease Drew]]x

Drew’s conflicted and obviously pained expression is just too cute for you to ignore. You would never consider doing anything like this with Evan or anyone else, but here, alone with Drew, you can’t help but overwhelmed by sexual power and a spark of mischievous spirit. You decide to tease your friend for his birthday. You look at the carton of cream and the mostly white stain on the table with a small sigh. As you errantly recall Drew’s favourite fetish, an idea spawns in your mind. You would never do anything truly sexual with Drew under any circumstances… But here? Dressed up like a maid, and on his birthday you could probably get away with a minor once-off favour that he would appreciate until the end of his days. You smirk as you pick up the cream. “Ohhh….” you moan and Drew looks up at you with surprise. “Oh, //Master// I seem to have made a //mess!//” You laugh at how big and surprised Drew’s eyes now appear. You give your best bimbo impression. “Oooopsy!”you say as you slowly, sensually, pour a trail of cold cream down your breasts and the front of your dress. Drew’s eyes bulge as the cream pours down your bosom. “Hhhhhhhhh!” Drew sucks in a rapid, shuddering breath as he watches you in a state of absolute rapture. His response just encourages you. Soon you have poured the entire carton all over yourself. You feel kind of slutty. //But it is all just an act, done in private for a friend...// [[Put on a maid show for your friend]]

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Drew breathes raggedly as he inspects your creamy shirt with an expression of abject disbelief. You hadn't quite thought the whole thing through, for now nearly every detail of your breasts is now presented for your friend, clearly visible through the sodden, milky fabric. “Uhhh…uhhh...” Drew just breathes in and out. He looks like he is actually having a heart attack. Just when you are about to call 911, Drew shakes his head and swallows. “So, what do you think?” you ask, dropping the stupid act. Drew watches the cream drip off you onto the floor. As the seconds tick by, each one makes you a bit more uncomfortable. //Fuck, this was such a bad idea!// Drew seems to have lost it. He just mumbles incoherently in response to your question. Just when you start to feel bad and that you may have given Drew an aneurysm, you make out what he is saying. His is repeating his earlier mantra. “I am the master and Taylor is my maid…” he says, sounding delirious, like he is lost in some kind of mad fever. Perhaps he was really dying. “Are you okay, Drew?” you ask out of concern. He blinks a few times and looks up at you. “Y-you made a big mess!” he suddenly shouts. “Hehe, I sure did!” [[Drew's brow furrows]]

“This isn’t funny! You’re my maid and I am your master,” he repeats. “And now you have made a huge mess. Clean this up now!” You look at Drew, unsure whether he was joking, but his smouldering, green eyes appear to be unreadable. “Yes, I will clean it up right away!” you say, turning away to grab a cloth off the nearby counter. Before you make it a single step, you are stopped by Drew’s shockingly stern voice. “No!” he yells. You turn around and shoot your friend a puzzled look. You have never before heard such a commanding edge to his voice. “Come here...and clean this up…” Drew says, while gesturing at the small pool of cream on the table. “I will!” “...with your //tongue,//” he finishes his request. “HUH!? What!? What the fuck, Drew!?” Drew’s face straightens. “I am sorry Taylor…. I just got a bit carried away with the role playing. You promising to be my maid tonight...is //awesome,// you’re the greatest friend in the world. And you're //my// friend. I am so lucky.” You bite your lip. //That’s right, I did promise….// It is also quite true you were the one that suggested all this and pushed the envelope in the first place. You sigh. //Fine...// [[Lap up the milk]] [[Clean it up with a towel instead]]

You sigh. You’ve already made the commitment to see this through...and put on a show. “It’s okay master!” you tell him. “Tonight Taylor the Maid is ready to serve!” You drape your sexy body across the table, positioning your head over the cream. Gradually you extend your tongue and lap up the cream like a little kitten. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/milklick.jpg" class="scenter"> Drew looks like an internet meme representing surprise. You have never seen his mouth open for so long without food being stuffed inside. He watches you with an intensity that you have never encountered before in your life. He makes you feel like...a movie star, the center of attention. Even though it’s Drew’s birthday, maybe he had given you something as well. You smile at your friend as you run your little tongue in a final circle, removing the stain ring from the table completely. “There! All done!” you say when you are finished. “This maid will try and not make any more messes h--she can’t clean up!” //Reminding him I am fucking dude probably won't help the illusion here...// [[.Look at Drew]]

“Uh, Taylor…” Drew wheezes, his voice pained. Drew then points to the cream you have just spilled on the floor, his gesture a wordless question. //No fucking way!// You balk and are about to scream at him when you suddenly realize how important this probably all is to Drew. He had just confessed some really depressing shit to you and you don’t want to turn down a negative path. You’re a positive fucking person, born optimistic from the get go. You sigh as you stare at milk puddle. You don’t want to do demeaning shit but life was full of such drudgery. And how bad //really// was licking up some spilled milk anyway? //Cats do it all the time!// you rationalize. And compared to working twelve hours on an assembly line, was licking up a bit of cream really so difficult? You sigh again as you look to Drew. He seems to be leaving the decision to you but he is leaning forward eagerly, his eyes afire with interest. //Fucking god damnit! What have I gotten myself into? I am dressed up like a sexy fucking maid for my best friend’s birthday!// You suddenly suspect you may need years of therapy when this is all resolved. You sigh a third time, conscious how even those sound so different than before. You cannot even fucking sigh anymore without being reminded you’re a girl. You look over at Drew and find your desire to deprive Drew is crumbling. There was no sense in ruining something special if you could avoid it. If crawling around for a bit and making a fool of yourself makes your friend happy….well maybe there were much worse trade offs in the world. [[Am I really fucking going to do this?]]

More seconds of blistering tension tick on. You stare at the puddle on the floor, while Drew stares at you. “Promise you will never-ever tell anyone about this?” you ask to Drew’s eager nods. “Especially Evan!” you add and Drew's nodding pace redoubles. //Fuck me….this is so demeaning...I can’t believe I am really doing this…// You slowly crouch down to the floor. The main puddle and its splatters cover several tiles worth of floor….luckily Drew has OCD level cleanliness at his house. Although you can see a few random pieces of hair and crumbs, the floor is blessedly clean. //Or I would NEVER fucking do this!// you tell yourself. You glance up at Drew one last time before pressing your face nearly to the tile. You try and lick up the cream but find there is simply too much and the awkward angle makes lapping it up difficult. After floundering around for a couple of minutes while failing to do any real damage to the puddle, you get an idea. //Uhh... I really shouldn't to do this but ten minutes of torture is better than an hour of agony!// You suddenly press your lips to the surprisingly cold tiles, as if you were trying to kiss the milk sodden ground. //“Sluuuuuuuuuurrrrrpppp!//" //Hmm...I guess this isn’t as bad as I thought...// You suppose the “5 second rule” probably applies to spilled milk too. //Sluuuuurp.// The somewhat lewd noise echos through Drew’s kitchen as you do your best to suck up the floor cream. “Yes, yes!” Drew encourages you while kneeling down to get a better look at your handiwork. With the largest puddle gone, the rest is relatively quick work. Soon your tongue is giving the tile a final polish and, when the kitchen floor is spotless, you finally rise. You now have a pretty funky taste in your mouth, replete with cat hair and bread crumbs. You want to spit but decide that would be inappropriate while pretending to be Drew’s maid. [[Finish your maid service]]

The rest of your “service” finishes with some minor chores. After the cleaning the milk mess, Drew becomes relatively quiet and subdued, although he still watches you eagerly the rest of the night as you go about the random chores he assigns. You finish Drew’s remaining requests without issue, although your awkward, wet dress clings to you and makes you conscious of your new body in a way that you haven’t quit experienced before. It gets late and the night finally wears down. “Alright, Drew. I am sorry to inform you but my contract of servitude has expired," you inform your "master." You decide it would be a bad idea to wear the outfit home so you quickly change, but not before eyeing yourself a bit in the mirror and washing your mouth out. You look down at the milk sodden maid outfit and feel a pang of regret. //Fuck I probably need to get this dry cleaned now...// You hope Julie doesn’t kill you. As you walk to the door you wait for Drew and say your goodbyes. “Thanks, for coming Taylor...I know without you I would probably be all alone on my birthday. You are the greatest friend I could ask for. So, thank you, sincerely...it means the world to me.” His words and earnestness embarrass you. “Heh. No problem. All I did was dress up,” you reply. //And lick cream off the fucking floor….// You push the memory away. “Yeah, but you did it for //me.// Have a good one Taylor!” “You too! Happy birthday, //master//” you jokingly call out to him as you leave. You hope you haven’t gone too far with this whole charade. “Good thing this just a once off,” you assure yourself. After all, Drew only has //one// birthday a year. [[Go home and deal with the costume]]

“Hahahahahahaha! //You// wore //this//?” your sister, Julie, cackles when you get home. “Oh-my-god, that’s funny! Did you have a fun time being a cute little maid?” “No...not really.” Your sister guffaws even harder at your answer. “You know what, just keep it. It’s yours, just wash it before you use it again.” Your sister sniffs the outfit and looks perplexed. “Hmm, it smells like… //milk//… not //cum,//” she notes with astonishment. “OF COURSE IT DOESN’T SMELL LIKE FUCKING CUM!” you scream at your sister. Julie just laughs even harder at your tantrum. Eventually you calm down and ask Julie if you owe her anything for the rental. “Oh this isn’t a rental. I get them from that cool shop on the west side. I am hot and a frequent purchaser so they always give me a steep discount. I am good promotion for their business,” Julie adds with a wink. “But no, you don’t owe me anything. The joy you have given me is more than payment enough. I might force you to dress up for me now that I know you’re into it.” “I am not--” “I know, I know. Just keep it, hey? You never know when you might need to //transform// and become a maid! Haha...oh wow, Taylor,” your sister gushes, while wiping a tear from her eye. [[Go to your room and sleep]]

A few minutes later you are standing in front of Mr D’s office. You feel surprisingly nervous. Could your nutty teacher could really be caught up in some ridiculous conspiracy to transform you into a woman...and then ...leave you alone? Nothing seemed to make much sense these days, so you had to pursue any lead you came across while attempting to exercise the utmost caution. Deter’s motivations were, as of yet, unclear. You must to learn more so you knock on the door. “Come in!” he calls from inside. You enter the room and stand before Mr.Deter, who is seated at his desk, idly tapping at his computer. Once he realizes his guest is a beautiful woman he gives you his full attention. “Hello Mr. Deter...I have a few questions for you, if that’s okay.” “Sure, anything for a lovely lass like yourself,” he says while shooting you an oily smile. “Have we met before?” “I am //Taylor//,” you introduce yourself with emphasis, while trying to carefully judge Deter’s reaction. He disappoints you, for clearly your name means very little to him. “What can I do for you, Taylor?” “I am in your psych class,” you elaborate. He shakes his head no...many times. “No, I don’t recall seeing you in my class,” Mr. D replies, adding, “I keep rigorous attendance and am familiar with all my students.” “I can prove it, your lecture this morning was about the Marshmallow Experiment. A little dry, but I don't mind lectures about food.” Mr.Deter looks at you sideways, clearly not //quite// believing you. You pass over a hand-out from that morning with your name at the top. Mr. Deter accepts your paper. He glances over it and his eyebrows shoot up. “Your name is Taylor //Roux?//” he asks you, sounding somewhat perplexed. “Uh, yeah…” //He really didn’t realize it was me...Fuck! I hope this isn’t another dead end.// “You have the same name as one of my other, //less impressive students,//” he remarks in amazement at the apparent coincidence. //Are you fucking kidding me?// [[Explain that you are in fact, Taylor Roux]] [[Shrug and tell him that it is a common name]]x

“No, I am the Taylor Roux from your class...the “less impressive” one you just mentioned,” you explain angrily. “Now listen up. I want some answers. You did something to me and changed me into a girl!” you accuse him. “Why!? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mr. D finally takes you seriously. “Your sex was //changed//? Completely? Hmmm….” His eyes light up and you are now sure he had something to do with your transformation. “Change me back right now you asshole!” He looks at you with wide eyes. “I cannot….at least not yet. What you claim to have experienced was not my intent-I had nothing to do with it-I assure you!” he speaks a little bit too quickly for you to believe him. “It is merely one of my theories advanced to its logical conclusion,” he goes on. “If it were not based upon my own work, as a man of science, I wouldn’t entertain the idea of such a radical transformation.” “Are you the Dr.J. Deter that wrote a paper on “Mechanized Atomic Ribonucleic Restructuring”?" you question your professor. There is another glimmer behind Deter’s eyes. “Yes, I am Joseph J. Deter.” “Your name is //Joseph!?//” //No fucking way....// Mr. Deter looks at you sideways. “Yes. Is that an unusual name?” “N-no...it’s a, uh, a ...very //manly// name. I, uh...I like it,” you stammer in reply. Out of curiosity you find yourself asking Mr. Deter why he doesn’t use the “Doctor” honorific. He instantly gets pissed off, as if you touched on a sore subject and asked an enormously stupid and very offensive question. “As if I would want to be associated with those //infinitesimally small minded, myopic, elitist turds!!//” he rants as his hands ball into fists and shake with barely throttled rage. //Ohhh….That makes perfect sense! He thinks he is better than all the greatest scientists on Earth, I get it... Mr. Deter is certainly a humble guy,// you sarcastically note. “I will help you,” Deter suddenly offers. “And I have everything we need to get some answers back at my place.” “Fine, I will come with you--but no funny business!” [[Go to Deter’s Place]]

“Uh...yeah, it is a common...French name….there are //millions// of us in back in France,” you answer somewhat sarcastically but Mr Deter nods thoughtfully at your explanation. Route under construction.

You are shocked when you see Mr. Deter’s “place.” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/rv.jpg" class="center"> “You live in a fucking //trailer//?” “I am an academic!” Deter explains with obvious irritation, “Teaching is an underrated profession! I live on a modest salary and everything I make goes back into the cause of bending the world to my--I mean making the world a better place.” “I...see.” You vaguely recall something about Mr.Deter recently winning a research grant for a million dollars. //I guess he really did spend it on research, and then some...// You do not doubt his dedication. “After you,” he says while holding the door open for you. [[Go inside the trailer]]

Once inside the RV you are even more surprised. The tiny mobile structure is jam packed with all sorts of expensive looking lab equipment. There is so much of the stuff it is even piled up next to Mr. Deter’s bed and covers every surface and space. You don’t even think the RV is operational anymore, cannibalized for every inch of space. Some of the strange implements scattered throughout the mobile home look kind of scary. As you inspect a weird tank-like object, you note that you don’t see anything that looks familiar...or particularly useful. Mr. D begins rummaging around, finally unpacking a metallic disc shaped ovject that he places on the floor. It looks somewhat like a manhole cover but is covered with a skirting of copper wiring. It looks homemade and kind of dangerous. “What the hell is that?” “It is just a... scale...a //very// precise one. Now do be a good girl and hop on,” Deter requests as he connects the disk to a car battery. You scowl at your teacher. None of the equipment looks particularly safe...or FDA approved. “The data I gather might allow me to cure you right here on the spot!” Deter lets that sink in a moment. You could maybe even walk out of this trailer the way you were before….maybe. //Mr.D is insane...but is he trustworthy?// you wonder. “Well, what is it going to be?” Mr. Deter prompts you. He is eyeing you eagerly, his impatience evident. You decide to: [[Let Deter experiment on you]]. [[Try and figure another way out]]x

“Fine, if it well help me change back I will do whatever the heck you need,” you inform your professor. “Excellent, I //always// knew you were a bright one, Taylor.” //Didn’t he call me “less impressive” or some shit earlier?// you mentally fume. “Let’s just get this over with.” “Step on to the...scale please.” With a sigh you step onto the strange object, placing both feet in the disk’s center. Thirty uneventful seconds tick by. Just when you think nothing is going to happen, and that the device may in fact really be a scale, you suddenly feel a shock of electricity surge through your body. A warm feeling pervades you completely until you feel like you are on fire. Every nerve ending in your body lights up like a Christmas tree. Just as you are about to scream in pain, the heat suddenly stops and you feel your body rapidly cool off. You pray the painful part it is over, but the tests appear to have just begun. You are suddenly shocked with what feels like a battleship-level taser. Every single muscle in your body from toe to eyebrow twitches and spasms uncontrollably. “W-w-w-w-h-h-a-a-t are you d-oing to m--eeee?” you demand of Mr Deter. He looks at you with a solemn expression as you howl and stutter in pain. “//Science,//” he replies in the same manner an inquisitor may have once uttered the word, “God.” You try and move, to fall off the shocking disk, but the soles of your feet seem stuck to it as dreadful pain radiates out from below. [[Owwwwww!]]

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//This isn’t right!// “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” you scream for ages as a variety of painful sensations torture you from head to toe. After what feels like an eternity, the torture machine suddenly shuts off and you slump forward like a puppet who just had its strings cut. You manage to crane your neck just enough to see Mr.Deter, syringe in hand, eagerly moving towards you. You are completely helpless. There is a dull prick of pain and then you cannot help but close your eyes as you are coaxed by some magical chemical into a blissful sleep. After the experiments you wake up in a strange chamber like a glass tanning bed. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/pod.png" class="center"> //What the fuck!?// you think as you look around and pound your feeble fists against the glass that surrounds you. You notice Mr.Deter standing nearby. [[scream for help]]

“Let me out!” you wail at him. Your high, ringing voice echoes around you, stinging your own ear drums. Mr. D. hits an intercom button on the outside of the chamber. “You consented to these tests, Taylor. We are nearly finished, so don’t you worry your pretty little head!” “Ahhhhhhhh!” you scream again in terror, hoping someone might hear you and if not save you at least call the police. Mr.Deter gives you a pitious look. He hits the intercom again, “you are just damaging your own ears. Just be quiet and relax...and //be still!//” “What!?” you screech in surprise as small panels open on the tank’s boundary and strange, coiling restraints emerge and bind you tightly, reminding you far too much of an old tentacle hentai video for you to to anything but scream in horror yet again. “What are you doing to me, you fucking madman!?” you yell. “Just a little brain surgery, my dear, nothing to be concerned about,” Mr. Deter assures you. "I am a very proficient with this particular gadget. I have only maimed four out of seven of my last test subjects.” Mr. D gives a pleased sigh, like he has just inhaled the fragrance of fresh flowers. “//Progress.//” You struggle against the restraints but find them to be ironclad. Even if you were a male bodybuilder you still doubt you would be capable of breaking free. In your current state, it is of course very much impossible. “I will fucking kill yo----------aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Your own echoing scream is the last thing you hear before you black out. [[A light beckons]]

You wake up on an unfamiliar couch in Mr.Deter’s trailer. You sit up, feeling groggy and quite ...//discombobulated//. You remember Mr.D giving you some basic tests and then everything is a haze after that. You have a mild headache. “What happened?” you ask Mr. Deter. “We finished the tests but you required more blood and you fainted during the draw. No issues though, just get a few good hearty meals and include some extra iron in your diet.” “Thanks I guess? So what did you find out?” “Have you ever heard of...//Thomas Crane Affair?//” he asks you with undue emphasis. You blink, feeling a twinge within your brain, like trying to recall an elusive memory that slips away. “No, I don’t think I have…" you finally answer. "Is it important?” “Oh, no, not now at least.” You sigh and stumble towards the trailer's door. Your feet seem unsteady and your balance is a bit off...more than your new proportions would imply at least. //I don't feel very good...// Deter claps his hands. “Taylor, what do you think about me? Be honest.” [[Be honest]]

You decide to be excessively brief. “I think you’re a fucking psycho,” you reply bluntly. “And would you ever sleep with me?” “Hahahaha! Not in a fucking //million-billion-trillion years,// you fucker!” Mr. D laughs at your honesty. “I see.” “I am out of here, Dr. Creepo,” you say as you turn to leave. “Not so fast, Taylor.” “Dude, I do not give a fuck if you are my teacher….” “Hush, Taylor.” “Don’t “hush” me!” “Tell me, Taylor, have you ever heard of…. //Protocol One//?” His question gives you an instant headache, a [[lightning storm migraine]].

You knew from the sheer randomness of your transformation that it was something significant. You had also steeled yourself to the possibility it would take sacrifices along the way to unravel such a potentially vast conspiracy. You needed information. You needed help. You needed Mr.Deter. //God damnit!// You stand before him, crossing your arms over your breasts. “Strip?” Mr.Deter prompts. You resist the urge to strike Mr. Deter right in his fat, smug face. He sees your immediate anger and softens his approach. "Just take your shirt off, show me your breasts, and then lie down on the couch while I do my business. A simple business transaction and sign of trust between allies,” he compromises. You stare daggers at him but he impassively meets your gaze. Eventually you find yourself looking away and your hands seem to move robotically to undress yourself. //This is soooo fucked up! I am really stripping for my perverted teacher! Why the fuck am I doing this!? What has gotten into me!?// You slide your shirt over your head while Mr.Deter ocularly ravishes you. You feel your face burn up with embarrassment as you let your bra fall loose, baring your perfect, perky breasts for your professor to inspect in all their glory. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ttakingoff.jpg" class="center"> “Ah!” you call out as Joseph grabs your breasts and gives them a brief squeeze. He leers at you and pushes you down onto the couch. [[I can’t believe my fucking professor is doing this to me!]]

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The situation is so...//fucked// that you can’t properly react or even think properly. You only manage to squeal in protest when Mr. Deter slides off his pants, revealing a large, erect cock. He then mounts your chest, pressing his fetid smelling dick into your face. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/detercouch.jpg" class="center"> You hate it. It's gross. It stinks. Yet those facts don’t stop Deter from rubbing his leaking penis all over your lips and cheeks. You refuse to open your mouth, but he doesn’t seem to mind, eagerly rubbing his stiff manhood against you. He repositions and rubs his cock head back and forth across your lips, coating their center with a film of pre-cum. His proximity gives you a disgustingly good view of Deter’s dick. Its odd shaped bulbous pink head and veiny shaft along with the unwashed odor of stale sweat fill your senses. [[Try and think about something else and detach from the moment]]

After what seems like decades of your teacher rubbing his cock against your face, he finally skoots back slightly and begins to cup and fondle your breasts. Deter gives each of your nipples a hard squeeze and a tug. Dr.D then rubs his cock up and down the center of your chest, giving you a fucked up cock-sternum rub. Deter moans with pleasure as he uses his hairy, strong hands to squish your breasts together onto his manhood. Your breasts aren’t //quite// big enough to give an adequate titjob but Deter doesn’t seem to mind. You just look down at the cock thrusting through your cupped breasts with a feeling of absolute shame and regret. Was any information in the world worth //this// disgusting humiliation? Soon the moment you dread arrives. With a groan, Mr.Deter ejaculates all over your heaving chest. Soon your breasts are covered in his putrid smelling cock juice. //Fuck my fucking life! Fuck! Mr. Fucking Deter just came all over my... my... fucking tits...Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!// Everything about that statement is so //wrong// you feel your brain stall completely. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cumtits.jpg" class="center"> [[Mr.Deter’s semen drips down your chest]]

“You should go now,” Deter advises you, throwing your shirt at you. You feel absolutely disgusting. //Bastard!// “What about our promise?” you shoot back. “I still have results to analyze. Come to my office tomorrow after class in the evening sometime. I will have what you need then. Thanks for that though, your tits look even more amazing when they are covered in my cum.” “Fuck off you dick!” you yell as you step into Deter’s awkwardly small bathroom. You turn on the faucet but no water comes out. “What the heck?” “Sorry, I am out of water," Deter apologizes with a small smile. "I had one of the tanks replaced with nitrogen and it costs money to refill. Then, of course, I needed a new laser induction defibrillator for a critical experiment…” You look down at your cum covered breasts, splattered with an astonishing amount of your teacher’s semen. You grab a wad of toilet paper and paw his cum off you before pulling your shirt back over your head. As you go to leave, you remember your bra and dash back and grab it, giving Deter’s disappointed reaction a baleful glare in response. You walk home with a heavy heart, ever conscious of the stink of Deter’s semen covering your chest. You REALLY hope this all worth it. [[Go back home and wash up]]

By the time you are home you are dragging your feet. “Ughh Ish neesh…” Your words come out slurred. //What the fuck is wrong with my voice!?// Your headache from earlier returns with a vengeance. “W-w-w-wha--t’s happening to me?” you stammer. You make it upstairs and into the shower. You strip off your clothes with shaking limbs. You manage to get inside the tub and pull the shower curtain shut. With a trembling hand, you turn the water on full blast and it pelts you in the face. After a few minutes, you feel a little bit better. The headache remains but eventually becomes muted, like dull, annoyinging background noise. You try and sleep but find your headache prevents you from falling asleep until three in the morning. The next day after uneventful classes, you show up at Mr.D’s office. You fight the queasy feeling in your stomach as you knock and then enter when he calls from inside. “Great, Taylor! You’re finally here," Mr. D greets you. "I have been waiting a long time and I don’t like to wait. My time is far too valuable to squander.” “Did you finally analyze everything?” you ask the professor. “Yes, in great detail.” “And? What did you learn?” “That you, Taylor Roux, are //exceptional.//” “From not impressive to exceptional in a day. Wow.” Mr.D snorts. “It isn’t your intellect that is impressive! It is your body and the marvel of science and evolution it represents. Your current form is indeed based upon my research but I did not do this to you. It would take me another five years to get to the point where I would even attempt such a thing. I simply do not have the resources. It was //them.//” “Who the fuck is “//them//?” you wonder. [[Listen to Deter’s conspiracy theories]]

Ryan is now staring at you with his back to Julie as she returns to the waffle iron. Suddenly you are anxious and are unable to meet Ryan’s gaze. His pestering also makes it impossible to enjoy your breakfast...well at least not in the traditional sense. Ryan’s foot returns, poking at you with an enquiring sock-covered toe. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/footsy.jpg" class="center"> With each second of contact it sends small pleasurable tingles surging throughout your body. It is just a fucking toe...but no, it is so much more than that. It’s //Ryan’s// toe. //Hmph! Two can play at this game!// You think as you counter attack, using your cute little barefoot toes to brush oh-so-gently up Ryan’s pant leg while shooting him your steamiest, most sultry glance. Ryan sits up in his chair and looks at you like it is taking every iota of his self control not to kick over the fucking table and take you right then and there. As Ryan makes strained idle chit-chat with Julie he keeps petting your feet with his own until you are all hot and bothered. [[After breakfast]]

After breakfast Julie starts to get ready for work. “Are you going to stick around, Ryan?” Julie asks her boyfriend. Ryan looks at you and exhales loudly before answering. “Well I work from home most of the time and technically I am my own boss,” he boasts. “As long as I fulfill my directive no one really cares what I do,” he continues elaborating. “I probably should get some work done today though. And I do need to make a trip to the office eventually,” he adds. Before Ryan can corner you alone, you decide to do the responsible thing and get the fuck away from him. You head to the big room in the basement you and your sister jokingly call “the study” and try and cool off. “The study,” despite its grand name, was just a room of old boxes and assorted junk piled next to a couple partially filled bookshelves and an old desktop PC. You flip on the PC and start to do some research. You cannot allow yourself to get distracted while so much is at stake. [[Use the old PC to research some potential leads]]

“Hey cutie, how is it going?” Ryan asks you as he enters the study. Ryan had crept down the stairs like a ghost and he nearly gives you a fucking heart attack with his sudden appearance and question. “Good,” you finally manage to answer. “Just good?” he wonders, sounding oh-so concerned. //Just fucking leave me alone please! Go be handsome somewhere else!// “What does a beautiful young woman like you have to be worried about?” You frown at him (or try to) but the muscles in your mouth don’t quite work as intended. “Okay,” you reply, concentration lost in the map in front of you. “And can you //please// not call me that?” you request. Ryan becomes mock outraged. “Can’t call a cutie a cutie? Damn shame, this world we live in. Sorry, Taylor, I don’t even know I am capable of such a thing. I am just honest to a fault.” //Why do I doubt that?// Ryan is still alive so you are sure he hasn’t told Julie about what happened. He steps forward and gets a look at what you appear to be researching. “Trans Corp?” Ryan reads with a raised eyebrow, as he inspects the map. Ryan makes a funny face, almost like he knows something about the company that you may find interesting. “You know of it?” you ask, trying not to give away your apparent interest. “Of course. They are an old client,” Ryan answers. “Big diversified holding company, but their primary business is in the transport sector: rail, shipping, long haul trucks, that kind of thing.” //Hmm. Why would a transportation company transform me into a girl?// The idea seemed pretty far-fetched. //Maybe I didn’t even find the right company.// Or maybe you are just really stupid for assuming that the prefix “Trans” was somehow suspicious. You sigh. //Fuckin’ dead end.// “Why so curious?” Ryan enquiries. [[Answer Ryan]]

“Oh I am…” //I am really a man. I am searching for a cure for a disease I think I got on the internet-- err…// “I am doing a research paper on them for my business class. Learning about corporate structure and the like,” you grudgingly answer. Ryan nods, clearly impressed. “I didn’t know you were studying business too. I got the impression you were more of a science geek.” “I am. I have a lot of interests though,” you respond nonchalantly. “This Trans Company thingy though, to diversify they would buy businesses that are unrelated to their core, right?” “Yeah, that is how diversification works…” Ryan dryly replies. You feel momentarily stupid for asking, but Ryan doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles at you warmly when you blush in embarrassment at your silly question. “Does Trans Corp own anything in the sciences? Maybe something in this general area?” you ask. You wave an elegant, slender finger around a loop over the map around the vicinity of the campus. “Um, I don’t know. They are a multi-billion dollar enterprise so they probably have assets spread all over the place. I think they give out scholarships for the university. Oh! I know they own a research facility up in Cassier but it is a long hike up into the mountains,” he cautions, sounding somewhat concerned over your safety. //That’s a nice sentiment but I don’t need this suave asshole to protect me.// “Hmmm…” Ryan suddenly eyes you up and down. “Well we do have all day…” he muses. He then places his huge hand atop yours, engulfing it completely. “Um...W-well…” you stammer. “I have been eager to spend some more time with you…” Ryan says as he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. You give a surprised squeak but are soon overwhelmed by his lips and presence. [[Give in...but just for a moment]]

Ryan’s determined caresses are too much for you to bear. You let his arms sweep around you and pull you close to him. You make out standing up until you are unable to manage even that. //Why do my knees feel so damn weak? Why can’t I push this guy away?// With a sigh, you fall down onto a nearby couch. “How about I take you up to Cassier tomorrow? Maybe we could make a “field trip” out of it,” Ryan offers. “Hmm…” “What? Don’t you want to check out the facility? Or maybe you’re a little nervous about spending the day alone with me?” //Ugh...right on both counts...// A chime sound effect prompts Ryan to check an alert on his phone. “Yes!” he says excitedly, fist pumping the air like he just won the lottery. “What happened? Good news?” you venture. “Yep, great news! Julie is pulling a double shift. You and I now have the whole night together!” he tells you with obvious excitement. [[“W-What?” you balk.]]

Drew rolls his eyes and gives you a silly expression. “Vehicles are //sexless,//” he informs you with exaggerated annoyance. You smirk at Drew. “Just like you,” you tease your portly friend. Drew’s brow furrows. “It isn’t like you are getting laid either. Besides, you know that isn’t what I meant…” Drew sighs. "Geez. It was just a joke." “I don’t think the boy tanks are having sex with other boy tanks...because there aren’t any! There is just no such thing,” Drew concludes. “Well what about if it was a fucking //pink// tank and it had two big rainbow flags streaming from the turret? Oh and what if it shot dildos straight into the asses of male criminals? Huh? What then, would //that not// be a gay tank?” “Taylor, can you please shut up while I mop up the rest of your forces?” Drew requests. You watch with disappointment as all your little soldiers are slaughtered by Drew’s superior strategy. “That is that!” Drew says as the match ends in your defeat. [[Hit the dusty trail home]]

You walk through the doors somewhat amazed you were able to get through at all. You idly wonder if perhaps your ID photo does look a tad girly. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/bar.jpg" data-raw=""> Once inside you see Evan sitting with Jimmy and Rhea. Jimmy is waving his arms around as he tells some animated story to Rhea. You see they all have drinks, Rhea and Jimmy appear to have extras. You decide to get one yourself, ordering your favourite beer on tap. You wander back to the tables and eventually Evan notices you and comes to speak to you. “Cool, you came out!” Evan says, sounding surprised. “I //really// needed a drink!” you shoot back, as you take a big sip from your beer. The fruity, faint orange peel beer is to die for. You and Evan bullshit for a few minutes and then grab another round and return to the tables. The music is absurdly loud so no one really tries to talk to you, something you appreciate on this strange night. You find the atmosphere cathartic and find yourself having a pretty good time. While sipping your third drink, you suddenly realize you are more than tipsy and it is getting a bit late. //But I barely even drank anything!// As a man you could drink like a fish when the opportunity arose but it seems your much smaller female body did not have quite the same level of stamina and tolerance. Maybe I should... [[Take it easy]] [[Party until your worries disappear]]

//This is just a nightmare,// you tell yourself. //It will be over soon. I will wake up and everything will be fine. I am a happy young man in the real world…// You are surprised and grateful when Mitch stops groping you. You feel yourself becoming tired and drifting off to sleep, despite your awkward position. When you open your eyes again, you find that Mitch has already unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. The sheer fucked-up-ness of the situation causes you to sober up, the opposite of what you now want. You wish you could escape or even black out but there was simply nowhere to go. The idea of losing your virginity to //MITCH// in a dirty bathroom is hell in your mind. But the thoughts become slippery, elusive, and drift away, replaced by a dull tingle and feel of dizziness and vertigo. “Taylor, you stupid bitch. //You// did this to me,” Mitch says. His giant, blood engorged cock is now pointing directly at your face. It is leaking precum and dripping onto the bathroom tile. “This is all your fault! Take responsibility you good-for-nothing slut!” Mitch yells at you as he wipes his precum on your cheek and slides his manhood between and then over top of your lips. The next few minutes are an incoherent daze as you fade in and out of consciousness. You are dimly aware of being poked and prodded. You try and fight back but in your state you are unable to defend yourself. There are more flashes of light as Mitch snaps several more pictures on his phone before he leaves you alone, his semen still dripping off of you. [[Wake up]]

[[Go home and chat with Julie.]]

Evan notes your confusion and continues, “Well now you look a lot like her--better actually in some ways….and you and I have been friends for ages...Surely you can see how I might be feeling right now.” “Uhh… maybe, but It is still //so// fucking weird!” “Yeah, sure it is weird, but sometimes that taboo feeling makes for some pretty satisfying fantasies.” “Are you being serious right now? I can’t tell.” Evan dodges your question. “Do you want to hang out?” he asks you. “We already are…” “No, I mean tonight. We could watch a movie on my big screen,” he suggests. “I know how you love those lame sci-fi movies.” “They aren’t lame!” It is already a bit late but you have always been a glutton for leisure. You usually have fun with Evan too, except this time you can’t help but feel your friend might have an ulterior motive. [[Go watch a movie with Evan]] [[Call it a night]]

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Julie smiles, running her tongue in a sensual pass around her bright red lips. You find Julie is now towering over you, even though you are about the same height. “We have already established that we are both sluts,” Julie explains. “I am just doing what sluts do: we have fun with the sexy people around us. We aren’t exactly known for our impulse control,” she jokes while running her hands all over your body. You can suddenly smell the faint odor of alcohol on your sister's breath. //Uh oh...// //This has gone on long enough!!// You begin to come clean. “But Julie I am your--” “Tammy don’t worry, Taylor won’t give a fuck, or find out. //Trust me//.” “I--uh….” As your brain furiously churns in an attempt to crank out a response, Julie resumes molesting you. The next thing you know, you are looking up your sister’s familiar face, stark and beautiful. You become certain that Julie is about to kiss you. Julie's pouty, luscious lips suddenly move towards yours... [[Noooooooooooooooooooo]]

When you finally do wake up...you feel //fucking weird.// "What happened to me? I feel like I got run over by a truck." Your words come out high and scratchy. "Uh… what's wrong with my voice?" you ask yourself as you struggle to sit up. Your breasts shift position on your chest as your long, brown hair falls across your face. "Huh?" //My breasts and my long hair? I don't have either of those things...// you think, your mind suddenly feeling foggy. "Wait... Where the fuck am I?" you wonder. You look around and see banks of computers and screens. You raise a slender arm that doesn't quite feel like your own and it pulls a tube along with it. You have an IV connected to some gross yellow looking liquid. You stare at the modern medical technology that surrounds you. You appear to be in a hospital of some kind, but it certainly doesn't look like the campus medical center. You also seem to be sealed inside some kind of glass room, like you have seen in zombie outbreak movies. // That is not a good sign….// More concerning to you than your sickness, is now the apparent fact you appear to be locked up. You squint out past the double walled glass. You can just faintly make out a sign reading, "Isolation Ward One" on the other side of an empty nurse station. "Fuck me!" you shout in disbelief. You then look down and your disbelief compounds itself a hundredfold. "What the FUCK!?" you howl as you look down at your clearly defined breasts tenting your hospital gown. "Why do I have //boobs!?//" //If I have boobs...// Your hand shoots to your crotch. "Noooooooooooooooooo!" "Little Taylor" is gone. In his place is nothing ...except a fleshy, feminine void. "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" you scream. "Amazing. She woke up!" calls an excited voice from outside. [[Confront your captors]] <<set $male to false>> <<set $start to false>> <<set $ftaylor to true>>

You turn around, and are shocked to see a cadre of doctors now standing behind the double glass. "She woke up from the coma," a doctor repeats the statement in puzzlement. "//HE// woke up from the coma," another doctor corrects the first two. "It appears to be a spontaneous sexual reassignment - without surgery or chemicals involved. I have never heard of anything of its like," observes a fifth doctor. "What about the latest tests?" "All clean. I have no explanation nor a hypothesis for how this could have transpired." "Hey!" you shout at them. "What the fuck!? Let me out of here now!" The lead doctor, a man with iron-grey hair and tiny spectacles, steps forward. "I am sorry… Mr. Roux….but we cannot do that until we determine if your //condition// is contagious." "What the hell happened to me!?" you screech at the doctors. "I am sorry, Mr. Roux….we do not have an explanation for you. But do not despair, for we have called in the brightest minds in the public //and// the private sector. I assure you, we will get to the bottom of this." "I feel fine! Let me out right now, you fuckers!! I don't consent to any of this bullshit!" you yell at them. The lead doctor frowns in irritation. "I am sorry, Mr. Roux, but the //Patriot Renewal Act #17// has given us full authority to do as we please until we determine if you are a threat to the nation." "What the hell? I am //harmless!//" "We have yet to make that official determination. At any rate, the technology, or virus,...or whatever abnormality you represent is a huge issue for national security. If you can transform your sex and appearance in such a manner, what's next? Could you turn into the president and take over the country? Hmm? Could you impersonate and blackmail a politician? Hmm? Such powers must only be invested in secretive government branches because they are trustworthy stewards that only use such things for the forces of good." //Did that guy just say all that with a straight face? Holy fuck!// "I am afraid the government will need you to comply with all of your demands," the doctor finishes, not sounding at all upset over making such an absurd request. "No way!" "Your country needs you and very much appreciates your sacrifice," the doctor adds. "You mother fuckers! Let me out! Let me out! Let me fucking oooooooouuuuuuuuut!!!" you howl at them until you hear the whirr of a nearby machine and your world suddenly fades to black. [[Sleep off your stupor]]

You remain locked in your glass cage for days with only the whirring and beeping of machines to keep you company. You end up sleeping most of the time, coaxed into strange dreamworlds by the drugs they are constantly administering to you. "Pssst! Pssst!" You wake to the sound of someone trying to get your attention. You see a slender young man dressed as a doctor. As you look at his narrow face you suddenly recognise him. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/damien.jpg" class="center"> "Damien?" "Taylor! Holy crap it is you! Dude, what the fuck? You made the news!" You recall meeting Damien during your final year of high school. You are pretty sure he wasn't sober for a single day that entire year and you joined him for more than a few of his benders. How he managed to get good grades and somehow get into med school is beyond you. You groan. //Trapped in a cage and still making a spectacle of myself on the world stage. This is totally NOT what I wanted to become famous for.// "What happened to me?" you ask your old friend. You are ecstatic to finally see a familiar and potentially friendly face. //Maybe Damien will help me get the hell out of here...// "Nobody knows," Damien whispers in answer. He looks around out of evident paranoia. "The whole hospital- the whole damn scientific community is up in arms. Your transformation has started some big debate- the university has about thirty bigwigs meeting right now to determine if this a hoax or a scientific quantum leap. Either way...you are now a part of medical history," he informs you. He appears quite //jealous,// you are sure Damien expected to make medical history well before you...who never once even considered the medical field. "I am sorry, Taylor. I have to go… I will come back when I can." "Please, Damien! Don't leave me." "I won't," he assures you as you drift off again. [[Days go by…]]

You can now clearly see Sam sitting alone. You feel drawn to her, like a bee to an alluring flower. //Fuck, I’d love to pollinate her...// you think as you find yourself walking directly towards Samantha. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/sam.jpg" class="center"> “Hey Sam,” you greet your friend. Samantha blinks at you. “Do I know you?” she asks you. Sam looks quite puzzled. Her bright blue eyes draw you in further. [[Re-introduce yourself to Sam]]

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh……...yes. It’s me...//Taylor Roux// - and no - before you ask I didn’t do this to myself on purpose.” “Huh? I don't understand. Taylor is a boy. You’re a girl,” she observes, seemingly mystified by your confession. “I am aware. //Something// happened to me,” you lamely explain. Sam raises an eyebrow. “Ok-aaay…Is this one of those prank shows?” You take out your student ID and wallet and hand it to her. “Wow you have Taylor’s wallet too...I doubt you would steal it and then give it me…. Are you really Taylor Roux?” Sam asks you. “In the fucking flesh…” //Just some that doesn’t feel like my own...// Sam makes a weird face. Her eyes narrow suspiciously and she looks around as if hoping to spot some hidden cameras. “A few years back Taylor and some of us went out to the big lake at Elmhead and we all got really drunk... What did we have for breakfast that summer when “you” and a bunch of people stayed over?” “Hamburgers and cinnamon buns,” you answer without missing a beat. “The breakfast of champions!” Sam’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets with surprise. “Wow! I actually believe you! This is amazing...and scary...and like crazy! Imagine the implications of such technology! How did this happen? I just saw you the other day!” Sam’s blue eyes narrow and then go wide again. “Shouldn’t you be in like a hospital or something? What if you’re sick?” “I have asked myself that a few times…” you admit. “The thing is: I don’t know what happened to me, but clearly there is //weird shit// happening at this university. I don’t want to draw any unwanted attention to myself until I get a more clear understanding of what the hell is going on around here.” “Wow, Taylor. That is a lot to take in! You make my problems seem small by comparison. You must be super stressed out. Being a girl is probably not at all like you expected.” “Believe me, I didn’t have many expectations…” “Well if you need help I am here for you. And if you want to relax you could come out with us tonight. Jimmy, Evan, and Rhea...maybe a few others are having a little get together.” [[Ask Sam why she is sitting alone]]

“I don’t know what I am doing tonight. I haven’t thought that far ahead. But what about you, Sam? You mentioned problems? Why are you out here, sitting on this bench alone?” Sam frowns. She suddenly looks like a sad little girl. “I got into some trouble,” she explains. “I can be a little bit of a ditz sometimes,” Sam admits, “and so this morning I was in a big rush and I forgot to lock my door at the dorm when I left. When I came back someone had gone through all my stuff…” “Whhhaat? Lame! That sucks! Did they take anything?” Sam suddenly sniffs and you can see the tears well in her eyes. Seeing such a sweet, beautiful, young woman in tears, makes your heart break. //They must have taken something valuable.// “The only thing that matters is they took my mom’s necklace. She gave it to me a week before she died of cancer last year.” //Yiewwwww….// You feel an aura of awkwardness and depression descend around you. “Maybe it will turn up. I will add it to my list of quests too,” you say with a smile you hope comes off as comforting. “Thanks, Taylor. You’re really sweet to be concerned about me even though you have like “comic book” level drama going on in your own life.” Sam even manages a weak laugh and you feel like you have made progress towards cheering her up. “Hey, it’s nothing," Sam answers, in an obvious effort to downplay her emotions. "Don’t worry about it Taylor...My necklace isn't that important..." she says with a sniff, making you sure she isn't being truthful. "All the more reason we should go to this party tonight and distract ourselves!” Sam suggests on an upbeat note. It would be rude to refuse now...besides this is one of the longest conversations you have ever had with Sam without stuttering like an ignoramus. “I will meet you at Jimmy’s at seven then,” you inform Sam. [[Go meet Sam at the party]]

You decide to go to the party, aiming to be wary of that homo-creeper Evan. You knock and Evan lets you inside. “Taylor!” Sam calls your name as she runs up to you, throwing her arms around you. She nearly knocks you over. As you look at Sam’s flushed face, you get the impression she may have started the festivities a bit early. You grab yourself a drink and play a game of darts with Jimmy. “So what shall we do for the next round of entertainment?” Jimmy enquires after another round of drinks and idle joking. “Truth or dare,” suggests Evan. “//Strip// poker,” offers Rhea. “How about…. //spin the bottle?//” Sam suggests. Rhea cackles at Samantha, “What are you, ten?” “No, I am just…I thought it would be...” Sam stumbles over her words. //Is...she looking at me?// “Eh? Could be fun,” Evan interrupts. “As long as I don’t have to kiss fucking Jimmy. With three babes I like my odds.” “Well Taylor, what do //you// think we should play?” Rhea presses you. [[Spin the bottle]] [[Strip poker]] [[Truth or Dare]]x

You decide that spin the bottle is the safest choice. It guarantees you have to kiss someone but makes the chance it is a total babe out to be 50-50! //But if I have to kiss one of the fucking guys I will just have to jump out of a window or something...// “Let’s get this party started!” Rhea shouts as she begins the game. With a flick of her wrist, Rhea spins the bottle until it is a blur. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/spin.jpg" class="center"> It stops pointing slightly away from, but closest to, you. //Already!// You can’t help but suck in a nervous breath. As Rhea locks eyes with you there is a moment where she seems to captivate and dominate in you in an instant- the power of a total 10/10 babe staring you down with the sultritest “come hither” look imaginable. You freeze up as Rhea sensually crawls towards you like an erotic slinky. You break out into a cold sweat. Her smokey gaze has left you captivated, like stunned prey to be devoured by a lioness. You don’t want to be so helpless, but you end up not moving a muscle as Rhea descends upon you and lays her beautiful, full, sensual lips down upon yours without any further ceremony. Your whole world goes dark except for the woman in front of you. //Holy fuck Rhea is a good kisser….ahhh why the fuck am I surprised?// “Ohh…” you moan in disappointment as Rhea finishes off the most intense kiss of your life. A part of you wishes you would have had the experience a few weeks earlier. //But that wasn’t so bad...// You shake your head to banish the conflicting thoughts in your mind. With a shaking hand, you spin the bottle … and it lands dead on Rhea. Evan and Jimmy curse in disappointment but quickly change their tune. A part of you is very happy, although you still would have preferred to kiss Sam instead of Rhea. [[Rhea beckons you forward with her index finger.]]

You decide to play strip poker. You feel it is the safest choice since it guarantees no physical contact...just //nakedness.// “Why can’t it just be poker instead of “strip” poker?” you wonder aloud. Evan and Jimmy exchange looks like you just asked an absolutely extraordinarily stupid question. As Jimmy begins to deal out cards, you are suddenly struck with an odd notion. //Fuck this might be a lose-lose. I don’t want to strip! And I sure as fuck don’t want to see Jimmy and Evan naked, eww….// You figure the chance of you, Evan, and Jimmy being fully clothed while Rhea and Sam are reduced to nakedness is...very low. //Fuck...// “So how does this even work?” you ask. “Let’s make this interesting! How about each “chip” represents a piece of clothing,” Evan explains. You swallow hard as you mentally count your articles of clothing. //I got socks...underwear...// You suddenly regret not wearing a watch. You will be out in a eight rounds or so, depending if the jury of peers let’s you cheap out with items like your belt and necklace. You now regret not wearing more layers despite the unseasonable fall heat. //Oh well, I guess I will just have to play it safe.// [[Play the poker game]]

maybe next time :( Evan's main route contains truth or dare if you are interested.

At a certain point you just stopped giving a fuck. You rationalized that it felt really good and safe sex didn't really have any downsides like alcohol or drugs. //Nope, just drama.// You figured that you and Evan were both going to masturbate anyway, so you might as well get off with each other and enjoy each other's company when necessary. You suddenly freeze up. “As long as I don’t get pregnant!” //Holy fucking shit!// That idea had never seriously occured to you. Are are you even capable of having a child? You’ve been so preoccupied with everything going on around you that you had not really considered the implications of having unprotected sex. You will have to be very careful going forward. //The last thing I want is a fucking love-child….with fucking Evan...my god...// You imagine showing up to talk to your parents, not only suddenly and inexplicably morphed into a woman, but also carrying a child… the child of your best friend...a male... “Wow. Just fucking wow. No, nooooooo!” You mentally barricade the thoughts away. You do a few chores, not quite managing to dispel your previous thoughts. Still, it has been nearly a month and you haven’t had a period. “I //definitely// would have noticed that,” you mutter as you root around Evan’s room, in a search for your missing clothes. “Hmm…” Another weird thought suddenly occurs to you. Considering you used to be a man, you might very well be //sterile//. “That might actually be pretty great!” you say optimistically, trying to desperately to hide in any silver lining that presents itself. “No belly aches and sex as nature intended.” Wouldn’t that be pretty great if you got the upsides without the trade-offs? Well it isn’t that you exactly //like// being a girl, but it was hard to ignore the obvious benefits. You’ve always been plain but now people stare at you wherever you go. The orgasms were just //so// much better. [[Mull over your thoughts...]]

Still, it is hard to know how reliable your reproductive state was given how little you actually know about your new self. That, and there was always a chance that these things could change. Maybe you are actually super fertile and will have a huge period tomorrow, there was no real way no know for certain. //Wait, or is there?// “I need to get tests done!” //Of, course why didn’t I think of this sooner!? I just need some professional analyses on some hair and blood samples and I might be able to figure out something actually useful!// You meet up with Evan outside the chemistry building, a hulking concrete structure built next to the biology labs. You figure you should be able to get a few discreet tests here. The place is full of equipment and materials along with eager premed students to do the tests. Evan seems impressed. “We should have thought of this sooner.” “We are pretty dumb,” you admit. “Hey--yeah, whatever. We could have asked my dad too. We still can if you want. My dad's clinic is pretty discreet.” “Yeah I thought of that, but how weird would that be? What if he wants to examine me?” “Oh yeah… My dad is a professional but you definitely shouldn’t show him your pussy. He cheats on my mom all the time.” “Good to know…” “So how are we paying for this?” “For what?” “For the bribes to get in, for the tests, the labor...” “I have to pay? It is university! They already took nine thousand dollars from me this semester and I cannot get a complimentary blood test!?” “Whoa, calm down, Taylor.” “I am calm!!” you shout back. “If we go to my dad’s practice it is free.” “We already came all this way…” “It isn’t far. Your call.” You decide to: [[Go see Evan’s father]] [[Try your luck at the labs instead]]x

You decide to go see Evan’s father. //Or maybe I can just avoid that awkward scenario entirely...Hopefully a nurse will help me or something...// About fifteen minutes later, you and Evan enter his family’s practice. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/clinicout.jpg" class="center"> It is a small clinic with probably four or five doctors present with a small lab and attached pharmacy. You wait patiently in the lobby while Evan chats with the woman at reception and then goes off into the back, presumably to speak with his father. [[Wait for Evan in the lobby]]

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I am afraid that is the end of current content. Alas I need to write more Ryan stuff. Although I do have a very nice ATV ride scene coming up. Consider supporting the project (http://www.patreon.com/tangofiction) if you want to see more of this potentially steamy and highly scandalous romance! This field trip might turn into a sexy adventure! -Tango

Evan gives you a super creepy look that he probably thinks comes off as sexy. “Hey Taylor! Let’s //fuck,//” he says casually. “It has been a day and you already want to do it again?” “Of course!” “We were pretty...//overzealous//...last night, Evan….” “Oh...sorry. Once I got started I just couldn’t hold back.” “It is okay, it is my fault too.” You suddenly choose to kneel between Evan’s legs. Evan looks surprised. “What? We already agreed to help each other out. Look at this fucking boner, you are clearly in distress,” you observe as you take off your top. You rub your hand on Evan’s bulging crotch. You soon free Evan’s cock and give it a few free, soft jerks. You suddenly have an urge to take his head in your mouth. //Fuck how many times have I done this now? Probably not a good sign I am losing track...// you think as your head begins to bob up and down on Evan’s shaft. You lick, caress, and suck Evan until he is nearly at his limit. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cummiddlefinger.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> “Ohhh Taylor! Fuck yesssssss……..aaaaaaaah!!!” Evan withdraws from your mouth and starts to frantically jerk off until he starts to shoot his load all over your face and chest. Somewhat pleased at your quick work, you close your eyes and accept Evan’s seed with a smile. He keeps ejaculating on you for so long that you keep opening your eyes, sure he is finished, only to nearly be hit in the eye by Evan’s flying semen and continuing load. //Wow...That’s almost impressive...// you admit as you realize how many spurts of cum have covered your body. When Evan is finished, he can’t help but jerk off the last remnants onto your chest and you can’t help but give your friend a playful middle finger. “You fucking asshole, look at me!” “Mhmmmmmmm……” Evan says as he loses himself in your creamy, half-naked body. [[Meet Evan on campus]]

The next day you go to school and meet Evan outside of class. You note with a bit of concern that Drew is still MIA, which is super weird, he is not the type to miss class….//ever//. “Hey Taylor!” Evan greets you. “Hi.” “Guess what, Taylor!? It is nearly time!” Evan shouts the cryptic words gleefully. He makes an exaggerated grin and starts making weird head movements that make him look sort of like a duck. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you ask your friend. “I don’t blame you for being distracted and forgetting,” he says with a laugh. “You know the long weekend is coming up…” Evan leaves the statement hanging in the air, leaving you to connect the dots. “Oh,// the cabin!//” you exclaim. For the past four years your trio of friends had spent the long weekend out at Evan’s cabin. The cabin belonged to Evan’s family and was a beautiful cozy structure isolated far from the city. “Yep!” Evan gushes. “Going to be so much fun!” he adds gleefully. Pleasant memories flood your mind. Spending time out there was always carefree and relaxing, and was usually one of the highlights of your year. You stretch out your long, slender arms with a yawn. “Good, I //really// need a vacation!” “We are down a member,” you note as you pull out your phone. Without the three of you it just wouldn’t be quite the same. [[You call Drew.]]

You can feel yourself becoming caught in Ryan’s magnetic pull, powerless to resist his gravity. Ryan smiles at you again and you feel yourself move a step towards coronary arrest. He is like the sun, too bright, too fucking hot, pulling everything that gets caught in its pull to be burned away in glorious cosmic fire. At this point, it is hard to do anything except lose yourself in that brightness. You don’t even care anymore that you are like a moth drawn to a flame. There were just some things that were worth being burned up over. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/passionkiss.gif" class="center"> You let Ryan kiss you. You kiss him back. Your tongues duel against each other. The world slowly fades away. All the nagging worries tugging at your soul disappear. Ryan suddenly pulls away much to your disappointment. “Hold that thought,” he says. Ryan dashes upstairs and into the kitchen. You find yourself taking several much needed deep breaths. [[Get out of the “stuffy” basement.]]

You follow Ryan up the to the main level and then head upstairs to your bedroom. You hear Ryan run back up the stairs. A moment later he appears in the doorway. He now stands shirtless and grinning before you. You notice Ryan now has a small bottle in his hand and an off-putting glint in his eye. “What have you got there?” you ask him. Ryan grins. “Massage oil. Tonight I am giving you the experience of a lifetime. Prepare to experience the //best massage of your life. I guarantee it!//” //Huh? Fuck...what can I say to that?// You are well past the point of no return. You’ve fallen and reached terminal velocity. It would be impossible to turn down the best massage of your life offered free of charge. That Ryan is the one to administer it...that only makes it better in your mind. There was nothing to feel guilty about just receiving a simple massage. Sure Ryan is your sister’s boyfriend but it isn't like you are going to have sex with him. //A massage is innocent, right?// you ask yourself. While you are rationalizing, Ryan grabs a towel from the hall closet and lays it down on your bed. He then eagerly motions for you to lie down and you find yourself obeying. “Probably best to strip to your underwear, so you don’t get oil on your clothes,” Ryan advises. You freeze. //Fuck...he wants me to take my clothes off for him...and fuck me...I kinda want to!// “Hmm… It would be a shame to get them all oily…” [[Strip down]] [[Preserve your modesty]]x

With a sigh you take your shirt off. //It isn’t like Ryan hasn’t seen similar stuff before...He has seen Julie naked. Underwear is like a swimsuit, and going swimming is nothing to be ashamed of!// You hope you aren’t doing mental gymnastics to justify all of this. But you are past resisting, the urges inside you are too great to deny. You want your stress relieved. You want Ryan’s hands on your body. You want him desperately to give you a //massage//. You slide your pants off and stand before Ryan clad only in your underwear. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/tayundies.jpg" class="center"> “Wow. You have a gorgeous figure. You’re //so //beautiful, Taylor.” [[Get a massage from Ryan]]

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"Less flattery, more work,” you playfully chide him as you lie down on the towel, tummy up. Ryan grins at you as his expert hands immediately begin their assault, rubbing and massaging their way down your body. “Oh! Ah...you’re pretty good at this aren’t you?” You almost cringe when you consider how many woman Ryan has practiced on over the years… //Am I just one of the many?// It was hard to believe, for Ryan made you feel like the most important person in the world. “Heh, I am just getting started!” Ryan starts at your extremities, with a soft caress of your soft hair that doesn’t end until Ryan is kneading your toes and the soles of your feet with a skill and dexterity that immediately has you squirming in delight. Ryan’s hands press into your sensitive flesh. He works with fingertips into your muscles with a gentle but stubborn firmness that leaves you powerless to resist as his hands explore and stimulate your entire body. His unyielding fingers destroy any knot they come across. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/massagehandstomach.jpg" class="center"> Ryan continues to work towards your midsection from both ends. He presses firmly into the muscles below your collarbone and you feel an immense relief as the extra strain and accumulated tension caused by your breasts dissipates. “Oh wow...” you say aloud, gradually allowing yourself to more vocally express your pleasure. It is impossible for you to remain mute. Soon Ryan is coaxing “ooos” and “Ahhs” from you. Ryan massages your calves and outer thighs. You feel yourself becoming uncontrollably aroused. It seems the more indirectly Ryan touches you the more you feel yourself craving further contact. //F---fuck! He is driving me crazy...// “You’re so tense, Taylor….but don’t worry, these hands are the perfect stress antidote.” “You should be a masseuse.” [[Continue getting pampered by Ryan.]]

Just when you are sure Ryan is about to touch your tingling breasts and pussy, he does the last thing you expect: with a muscled arm, he flips you on your back and proceeds to massage your aching back and shoulder muscles. Ryan works every, knot, kink, and worry from you. Soon you are relaxed and comfortably warm from neck to heel. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/massagehandsneck.jpg" class="center"> “Yikes!” you yelp when Ryan suddenly presses his thumbs deep into your ass cheeks to the point that it actually hurts. You are about to yell at Ryan when he releases you and you feel a wave of relaxation emanate from your glutes. //Wow...// You doubt there has ever been a point in your life you have felt like you do now. Ryan continues his work unceasingly. He massages you for ages, until you almost feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Ryan then gently rolls you over again and you smile up at him in a state of tranquil relaxation. That contentment is soon shattered as Ryan's hand slowly trails to your most sensitive spots. Suddenly you're //wide awake.// [[As Ryan works your body, you become almost literal putty in his hands.]]

Ryan’s expert caresses soon coax a shivering orgasm from you. //His hands are magical,// you can’t help but think as you watch your legs spasm uncontrollably as a wave of pleasurable warmth covers you like a silk blanket. Ryan keeps massaging you, pampering you with his tender touch. He begins to work his practiced fingers deeper into your erogenous territory. Ryan teases you, his fingers foraying into unfamiliar ground. He gently kneads the area around your breasts until the muscles are relaxed and your chest is free of tension. “This is getting in the way of our massage,” Ryan observes. Staring at you for confirmation, he gradually begins to pull your bra free. Soon your beautiful B-cup breasts are bare for Ryan to feast upon. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/oiledup.jpg" class="center"> He renews his erotic assault with lecherous impetus. He draws circles around your breasts until they are aching to be to touched, your areola and nipples become rock hard. By the time Ryan finally reaches your inner thighs, you are nearly delirious. After Ryan has re-worked every inch of your body except your genitals, you have already given in completely to the throes of passion. When Ryan eventually places his hand between your legs and rests his probing fingers upon your soaked, heat-emanating mound, he just laughs at your distress. //Ryan definitely wasn’t lying about this being the best massage of my life...// You feel like you are on fire --so relaxed yet so fucking tense and sexually frustrated at the same time. The paradox makes you even more aroused. [[You zone out for a moment.]]

You float on your blissful cloud. You are barely aware of Ryan stripping down further; the next thing you know, Ryan’s bare skin is pressed against your own. You look at Ryan and he smiles back at you, leaning in to plant a reassuring kiss upon your lips. When he draws away, his hands gently slide your panties off you. You are now naked before your sister’s boyfriend...who is also naked. //There is no denying how fucked up this is!// your mind shrieks. //But yet why the fuck do I want Ryan to keep going…? There is still one place he is yet to massage...// Ryan seems to note your ragged breath, your heat, your wetness, your glazed eyes, and look of longing...he then makes a decision and finally touches your yearning pussy directly. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/ryaneromassage.webp" class="center"> [[“Ohhhhhhhh!”]]

After everything he has done, like the ultimate culmination of foreplay, you are already at peak arousal. With a a few delicate pets and the slight insertion of a jiggling middle finger, Ryan pushes you over the edge. You cum, //hard.// You flop around in Ryan’s muscled arms, riding his fingers to infinity and beyond. After you are finished, Ryan attacks from another angle, entering you with two fingers while placing his hot, slick palm over your clit. Whether your pleasure is caused by the angle of his fingers or the extra clitoral stimulation you don’t know, but you are soon launched into another dizzying orgasm within minutes of the first. Ryan just cycles you like that, forcing you to cum, giving you a slight break, and then penetrating-stroking-and-vibrating you to climax with his magical hands. You are now beyond any hope of resistance. //This is bad...// You can connect the mental dots. If this goes on like this...Ryan - your sister’s fucking boyfriend will //fuck// you - a fucking man- and the most fucked part of all, is that at this very moment you know you would totally just let him have his way with you. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/handsonpleasure2.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> You see Ryan’s rock hard cock pressing against your hip. //Fuck….No….// A part of you wonders what it might be like to have such a thing inside---//FUCK NO! I don’t even know what the hell is going on anymore! I can’t think about shit like that!// [[You just want to feel good.]]

You want to do what feels right. And what feels right in this particular moment...is to enjoy the sensations coursing through your veins. You want keep watching the fireworks going off in your brain...and to set off even more if possible. You look at the clock in your room. It is already so late. Your sister could be back any moment...you will have to hurry or risk her arriving into an incredibly awkward scene. You grab Ryan’s cock in your slender little hand and begin to pump your fist up and down his cock until he is rock hard and trembling. //Fuck...I am holding Ryan’s cock again! Why does this keep happening!?// Your pale, slender fingers glids up and down his shaft unbidden. Ryan’s hardness, his ragged breath, and his pulsing member clue you in to what is likely to happen next. //Uh oh...// “Ohhhh Taylor!” Ryan moans as he repositions himself. He pulls you downward until your face is directly in front of his huge penis. With a moan of ecstasy, Ryan then takes control over his own pleasure, jerking off all over your face. After the legendary night he just shared with you, you accept his load with what you hope comes off as a playful smile. With a moan, Ryan cums all over your face, covering you with smelly, thick cream. Ryan spurts so many times you instinctively close your eyes and feel the sensation of several more blasts pelt your face and then drip down your lips. Soon you have to breathe through cum. //Oh my god,// you think, //what a mess….// <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/facecreamsmilr.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> Instead of being disgusted you are turned on immensely knowing that he came //that// much in your honor. You can’t help but feel a bit sexy as you grin up at your partner. A few moments later Ryan appears more clear headed. “I should head out to the office before your cousin gets back. Maybe you want a shower? Pretty hot look for you though,” he adds with a chuckle. “I will see you tomorrow for our little excursion, Taylor,” Ryan says, kissing you on the top of your head. Ryan leaves you lying next to your bed, his huge load dripping down your face. [[Go get cleaned up in the washroom]]

You suddenly feel embarrassed. //Am I a ...slut? Wow...// You have always disapproved of your sister's promiscuity. Yet now, you are demonstrating an even lesser level of self control. You shower for a long time. The warm water is the perfect end to your massage. You feel so damn good but also morally conflicted. Ryan’s semen gets stuck in patches in your hair and is difficult to wash out. You feel sexy, hot, and satisfied, counterbalanced by feelings of regret and shame. //I definitely crossed the line there with Ryan...// Yet the taboo only seemed to increase the hotness of the whole scenario. //Fucking hell! What is wrong with me?// After you are clean, you head back your room. You cleverly hide the towel and bottle of massage oil under some dirty laundry. “I really hope this “field trip” doesn’t get out of hand…” you murmur with a yawn. You say the words only half wanting them to be true. When you lie down in bed you immediately fall asleep upon closing your eyes. [[Blissful sleep]]

The next morning you wake up wondering if the last two weeks have been a dream. You pick up your phone and see Ryan has messaged you. Ryan wonders what time you are free. You reply you will be ready at noon. You have afternoon classes but they are worth skipping...especially if it means unravelling part of the mystery surrounding your circumstances. That you get to spend some time with Ryan in the process just a nice bonus. You have a quick shower and eat a piece of peanut butter and honey toast before heading off to school. You find that class passes by at a turtle’s pace. You frequently find yourself glancing at the clock until finally your last class of the morning finishes. You race home with a level of giddiness that alarms and excites you further. Twenty minutes later, Ryan [[arrives in a flashy red sports car.]]

You are unable to sit down for the next week after your visit at Mitch's. You find the pain in your behind to alternate between horrendous and barely tolerable. Using the washroom is a bloody nightmare. You try and laze around but find it surprisingly difficult to slack off while being deprived of your ability to sit. The idea of going to class while drawing attention to yourself makes you decide to avoid going. You play games while lying on your stomach until your boobs are squished and sore. "Fuck...I can't even nerd out…" It isn't long before you head to the medicine cabinet in search of a cure. Hoping for some cream or an ointment, instead you find codeine and some heavy duty pain meds. Eventually you do find a small tub of ointment near the back of the cabinet. "Hmm… this looks pretty strong," you mutter while holding up one of the pill bottles. //Fucking just what I need to take the edge off...// Still, you have been doing more drugs than usual lately and maybe it is time for a break or some moderation. You decide to: [[Take the pills and the ointment]] [[Just take the ointment]] <<set $ftaylor to true>>

You throw the pills into the toilet. //I need to get a fucking grip!// “Fuck temptation,” you say as you watch the drugs swirl away into the sewer and out of your reach. “I don’t need Mitch or his shitty drugs!” The declaration makes you feel more confident but it’s clear it will take a lot of effort to escape from Mitch now that his claws are in you. You glance at the refilling toilet bowl. It’s only been a few seconds and already you have some regrets. “I just flushed all my money down the toilet. Maybe I should have just given them away or something. Fuck.” The ointment is soothing. Over the next few days you heal up. Every moment of discomfort is a reminder to stay the hell away from Mitch. //I have to make better decisions! I WILL make better decisions.// You only get one life, so you can’t waste yours indulging Mitch’s sick fantasies. The bully blows up your phone a few dozen times but you ignore every message. The first few days sober are rough but after fighting through a difficult patch you emerge on the other side with much more clarity. You head back to school before the semester becomes a total wash. With such high weighting on the test portions of your classes, you can still pass with a decent grade if you study hard and avoid missing any more classes. <<popup "Evan" "Evan desc">> and <<popup "Drew" "Drew (Drewdesc)">> are as relieved to see you as you are them. It doesn’t take long before you are laughing like old times. Drew graciously offers to help you catch up. You joke around with your friends and for a bit it’s like old times. Everything goes smoothly for a couple of days right up until <<popup "Mitch" "Mitch desc">> appears. “Weird,” Evan remarks. “He never comes to class.” He gives you a sidelong glance. “You both have been absent a lot…” It takes a lot of willpower to avoid glaring at Mitch but you manage to ignore him as much as possible. //Fucking Mitch! I swear this guy only comes to class just to fuck with me!// You make it through the class ignoring Mitch’s creepy stares. //I’m not going to even think about him! He isn’t worth my time.// The rest of the day is a worthy distraction. [[You forget about Mitch, until he once again intrudes on your life.]]

You find that you hurt all over. Not just your swollen asshole, but your entire body seems riddled with aches and pains. //And that doesn't count how fucked up I am upstairs...// You doubt even a lifetime of intense therapy will be able to wipe out the memories...and feelings you have experienced with Mitch. You apply some cream to your ass and pop a few of the pills, eager to dull your misery. You soon feel better and zone out for a week playing games and surfing the web. You find yourself having no desire to go out, so you just stay in. Eventually the codeine runs dry and the pink pills start to call for you again, and for about full week you feel great...as long as you have the blessed //pink// coursing through you. You find that time without it is dull and unsatisfying, like the world is rendered in black and white. The headaches and sober blandness coax you to rejuvenate yourself, and you do, often. You know you have a problem so you try and [[kick yourself out of your funk.]]

You knock and a grinning Mitch opens up a second later and lets you in. "Hey Taylor! Long time no see! Here for a booty call or some "stuff"? Or maybe //both//?" he leers at you. "...Just the "stuff"." Mitch smirks at you. "How about we start with a bowl. I got //crazy// shit right now." You want to get high so fucking bad but know if you do so Mitch will take advantage of you. "Nah...I am good. Maybe throw in a small bag with the pink." "Okay then. //Business//. No pleasure, gotcha. How much did you bring?" You hand Mitch $180. Mitch looks at the bills with disappointment. "This isn't enough," he informs you. "What the fuck?" "Supply and demand, my dear. This batch is //$400// and I will throw in an eighth for free." "I didn't bring that much." //Or have that much left either….// "Ohoho! Suddenly the free bowl sounds nice, eh? Might as well smoke and chill with me...I am sure we can work something out," Mitch says to you with a lazy wink. [[You feel sick]]

You release a trembling sigh. Every fiber of your rational being is screaming at you to leave Mitch's cesspool but your eyes just rest heavily on the bong. You feel like absolute shit. You just want to feel //better//...even if it involves being with Mitch. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/bong.jpg" class="center"> //Blub. Blub. Blub…./// You smoke the bong and burn through the bowl, filling your little lungs to capacity with pungent smoke. As you exhale in a storm of coughing, you feel blessed relief wash over you. Mitch smokes a bowl as well and you look over at him and feel a familiar sexual tension rise. //No sense fighting the inevitable...// [[Pleasure Mitch]]

You take off your shirt but leave your bra on. With a self-satisfied grin, Mitch stands and strips naked from the waist down. Mitch sees you staring at his cock and shakes his hips side to side, sending his meaty cock bouncing around in front of you. "What are you waiting for, Taylor?" <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cocksuck3.gif" class="center"> As you have many times before, you begin to suck Mitch off. As you lick up and down his length you are suddenly struck by how //routine// this horrible act now feels. Worse yet, you are now uncomfortably familiar with Mitch's junk. It's shape, its veiny texture. It's foul smell and sour, bitter taste. Even more disturbing is that you have now learned Mitch's preferences as well. You soon have him groaning in pleasure as he erupts in your mouth. "Guhhh ew..." [[You hope that earned you a few days of drug induced bliss.]]

"Okay, I will knock off $50 for that." "What the hell?" You wipe away Mitch's semen with the back of your hand. "I will tell you what...how about this: I have something special here. You try some with me and then we'll fuck. You leave with a big fat bag and a new buzz. And I will make sure you cum at least once too, since I am a nice guy." "What do you want me to try?" Mitch removes a random t-shirt covering a small case and reveals a pile of white powder already formed into two long lines. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cocaine.jpg" class="scenter"> "Oh hell no!" "What's wrong?" "I don't like taking things up my fucking nose!" Mitch rolls his eyes and laughs at you. "No, you just take things up every other damn hole you have. Compared to what we did last time I think defiling your cute little nose is pretty tame," Mitch jeers at you. You look down at the cocaine. You almost feel a metaphorical devil and angel appear on your shoulders. "Drugs are bad! Cocaine leads to heart attacks! It is expensive!" shouts the angel Taylor. "Exactly!" interjects the devil Taylor. "Expensive shit offered for free!? Sign me up! What's the point of living to ninety if your life is boring and shitty? I bet it feels fucking awesome-wait I don't even have to guess because I already know it is awesome! Do the drugs! Bang Mitch! Get more drugs! Fucking genius plan, Taylor, do it!" urges the devil. [[Try the cocaine.]] [[Preserve a modicum of self respect and leave.]]x

Mitch gives you a small pile of powder, a dose that looks about ten times the size of what he forced you to try weeks earlier. You know you should refuse, but repeating your past experience has a very strong appeal- especially if you are not paying for it. Besides, you enjoyed yourself the first time and so hope this experience will be ten times as fantastic. You position the cocaine in front of your nose, close one nostril, and inhale as you had seen in the movies. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taybump.gif" class="center"> Your nose goes numb and your heart starts pounding. You immediately feel euphoric. You are suddenly wide awake, confident you could conquer the entire fucking world. //Wow...I was feeling like shit earlier...and now...// Now, you have never felt better. “Let’s go to my room,” Mitch suggests. Your fantastic high is only minutely blunted. Mitch runs a hand down your arm. “Uh…” Mitch’s touch makes your arm tingle abnormally. Mitch grabs your hand and you let him lead you back into his room...the place of so many awful and awesome memories… As soon as you are through the threshold, he grabs your breasts and fondles you roughly. [[Bang Mitch]]

Self respect? Maybe next time!

After what seems like days, you finally have a moment where you realize that you are becoming more clear headed and conscious of your surroundings. The sounds of the murmuring voices and whirring machines around you eventually become more distinct. “They were keeping you sedated on purpose,” a familiar voice whispers. //Damien...is that you?// “I put in blank saline. There is something really weird going on here, Taylor. They want you comatose. The meeting was over //days// ago. //The staff declared this all an elaborate hoax!// Yet I seen what happened to you with my own eyes. I have no idea what is happening but they obviously intend to move you and cover up your transformation.” “Fruckkk…” you groan. Your curse comes out slurred, but slurred words were still better than none. “It is obvious that are big powers at play now,” Damien continues. “I don’t know if it is the government or a corporation or what but you have to get out of here before you get carted off to like...Area 51 or some shit.” You feel helpless. You are dizzy and scared. You don’t want to die - or go to where aliens go to die! “Herrlp me, pwrease…” [[you beg.]]

You do the only logical thing you can think of. “I need to get to the fucking hospital!” you shriek as you attempt to run out the front door and nearly crash into it in your haste. Your new gait and bobbing breasts, your longer hair, your resized body and limbs, everything serves to confound your senses. In your rush and natural awkwardness, you find that you almost fall down the steps leading up to your house. //I have to hurry!// a voice inside your mind screams. For all you know, your condition may become permanent after a small time period, or could be contagious, or deadly, or irreversible or...//I just have to get help!// Although you originally felt physically fine, suddenly a wave of nauseousness rolls over you as you fret about your condition. You see a bus coming down the road and get on with your student pass when it stops. As you take an awkward standing position, you are nearly thrown from your position as the bus lurches forward and resumes its route. You feel a cold sweat break out as you stand and ride. You pass the stop where you would have exited for school and keep riding until you are outside the hulking university hospital’s emergency room. Every step makes your heart beat faster. You become almost frantic by the time you reach the automatic doors. [[Enter the emergency department.]] [[Calmly enter the emergency department.]]

As you step onto the next bus no one gives you much of a second glance, except for a few creepy men sitting towards the back of the bus that make no effort to hide the fact they are ogling you and enjoying the view. You glance down at your prominent chest and notice how obvious your shirt frames your new breasts. //Fuck maybe I should have worn something thicker…// It was too late now and too hot anyway to be comfortable. //That’s right- I am going to be uncomfortable no matter where I go like this, so I might as well get used to it.// Once on campus you instantly feel safer. You find your way into the science building where Mr. Deter’s psych class is held. You see Evan standing alone fiddling with his phone. You realize you feel surprisingly nervous. You aren't completely sure how to approach your friend. Seeing no other choice, you take a deep breath and walk up to him. “Hey Evan,” you greet your friend. Even looks up at raises an eyebrow at your approach. “Julie? Where is Tay--...” his voice cuts off with a note of confusion as he studies your face. “What-the-fuck?” he says after you stand before him for a long moment. [[“What the fuck indeed,” you reply.]]

On the verge of a panic attack, you stagger forward and run into the emergency department with your arms flailing. “Fucking help me!” you scream once you are inside. A man holding a bloody stump for a hand lets you pass with a look of surprised awe. “Please! You guys have to help me! I have transformed into a fucking girl!” you yell at the receptionist. “You what?” the confused looking woman sitting at the desk blinks at your explanation for requesting medical care. “I transformed into a girl! I need serious help!” you repeat your request. “You sure do…” the receptionist replies dryly. “Oh my… page psych immediately! We are going to need a drug panel as well, I bet this chick is tripping balls,” loudly advises an attending physician. “No, I don’t need a fucking psychiatrist!” you scream at them. “I am completely sober! These boobs just appeared out of fucking nowhere!! Like BAM-BOOBS! They aren’t in my mind! They are real!” you shout as you grab at your chest. You are aware you are making a scene but you can’t stop yourself. You know you should be calm but that seems impossible given the frustration you are experiencing given your sudden and unbelievable transformation. “I need like a //geneticist!//" you yell at the hospital staff. "This is like super important! I am a man but I fell asleep and I transformed into a girl while I was sleeping! Please, you have to believe me! This is fucking insane but I'm not insane, get it!? I need like //major// help!” “Okay...uh, Miss…” “My name is Taylor, not //miss!//” “I see, and how did... this “transformation” happen to you, Taylor?” “I don’t know! I think it's a virus but I don't think computer viruses can infect humans. Can you imagine the potentially crazy conspiracy at play? I am just a normal student! I bet the fucking government is involved! Or maybe aliens! Holy fuck---//The government// and //aliens.//” You may have just blown your own mind. A very confused looking male nurse leads you into one of the emergency treatment rooms. You are relieved when a doctor arrives and does some basic tests. He checks your blood pressure, does a blood draw, listens to your heart, and does a cursory physical examination. Eventually a second doctor appears. The second doctor is hugely overweight. You notice his name tag says “Psychiatrics: Dr. Berber.” “Oh great, the fucking shrink has arrived,” you comment as the doctor lumbers up to you. [[Talk to the shrink]]

“Hello Taylor, My name is Dr. Berber. I am going to ask you some questions, okay?” “What about my tests? Did you find out how I transformed into a girl?” you interrupt the doctor. “Yes, your tests came back. You are a perfectly healthy young lady. No medical issues that we can see.” “I am not a girl!” you protest. Dr.Berber bites at his lip but his expression remains neutral. “You think you are a man, correct?” “Of course I am a fucking man!” “Mhmm….Do you admire men?” “What do you mean? I am a guy...and yeah it is pretty sweet… hence why I want to return to the way I was….” “Hmm...I see. Have you ever heard of gender dysphoria?” “What? No...I don’t think you are understanding me. I don’t want to be a man--well I do I guess...fuck… but only because I turned into a chick!” //Fuck that sounds so dumb...// You rephrase, “I am a man trapped in a woman’s body and I need to find a way to transform back into my original male body!” //Fuck...that sounds almost as bad.// [[Keep chatting with the doc]]

You wake up in an isolation cell. //Fucking great! I am in the god-damned looney bin now!// you fret as you look around your room, obviously designed for some “suicide watch” type holding scenario. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/isolation2.jpg" class="center"> You feel groggy...disconnected...and very troubled. “Wha-? Oh yeah…” you look down at your breasts carefully tenting your shirt. “I transformed into a girl! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccck! And now I’m in this shithole! Things can’t get any worse!” At that moment the door opens. Dr. Berber enters and sits down near the bed. “I am still a girl,” you say in disbelief. “But I am not a girl…” “I see you are still confused.” Dr.Berber holds a mirror towards you. You take in the pretty young face in front of you. She looks tired but oddly familiar. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylorhead.jpg" class="center"> “What do you see?” “A girl…” “Yes, that’s you. You are unmistakably female.” “No! That’s not me! I am only temporarily a girl...I hope. I am really a man. I was born a man!” you insist. “Taylor, we have examined you,” Dr. Berber replies patiently. “There is no evidence of sexual reassignment surgery or hormones. You are undeniably a real woman and your confusion over this fact has us quite concerned.” You scowl at the doctor. “Fuck you! This bullshit isn’t why I came here!” “Well I now have you under a seventy two hour observation hold until we can determine if you are a danger to yourself or others. You aren’t having any violent impulses are you?” the Doctor asks you in such an annoyingly insufferable tone that you just barely resist the urge to smack the doctor across his smug-ass face. “FUCK YOU!” you scream at Dr. Berber. He looks at you with pity and leaves. You are left alone for the next twenty four hours except for infrequent meals. [[Wait in isolation]]

The next day Dr. Berber returns. “How are you feeling?” “Shitty! I’m locked in here! I didn’t do anything!” “Well, we will get you out of here as soon as we can be sure you are safe. You were not wearing an ID when you came in. What is your last name, Taylor? How can we get in touch with your parents?” he questions you. “I definitely had my ID in my pocket!” Dr. Berber patiently explains in a tone suitable for lecturing a child that you might be experiencing things that aren’t real. “I’m not delusional! I’ve been feminized!” Your treatment so far has made you wary and exceptionally defensive. “Fuck off, doc. I promise I won’t cut off my tits, I doubt that will help me get my penis back anyway. I want to be released right fucking now.” “Hmm..."Cut off tits..." “get … penis...back"….hmm…” Berber notes your words on his pad. “And fucking stop writing down everything I say!” Berber continues scribbling. “Violent impulses… excessive profanity…” “Stop it! Stop it!” Instead of improving your mental health, this guy seems intent on driving you completely insane! “Uncontrollable compulsion to be in control…Potentially significant mental break...potential sociopathic warning signs...” “Doc, you are such a fucking prick! I see where this is going! I am not going to be tricked by you fucking assholes! I shouldn’t have come to your crappy hospital in the first place.” “Hmm. High degree of paranoia…” //It isn't paranoia if it is fucking true!// "You are out to get me!" "//Excessive// paranoia..." he upgrades your delusion. “AHHH! Stop that!” you shriek at him as you finally snap. You lunge at the doctor in an effort to wring his infuriating little windpipe and destroy his destestible little notepad. Your slender hands wrap around the doctor’s throat. You see his look of surprise and can’t help but squeeze with all your feeble might. The doctor gives a facsimile of a scream as your grip tightens. You laugh as his stupid, smug expression finally disappears from his face. Just when you sense you might be going too far and should release him, you suddenly look up and see two burly orderlies enter the room. They tackle you to the ground and pin your arms and legs. They are so much stronger than you all you can do is flop in vain as one of them presses a syringe into your butt cheek. “Nroooo…” The wave of fatigue returns as you are sedated. The last thing you see is Dr. Berber and a small council of doctors gesturing angrily in your direction. [[Your new life]]

Now you live out your days at the Mooringham Rehabilitation Center. Three square meals and two cups of horse pills a day keeps you in fine health. The frequent therapy sessions have helped you make great strides in personal responsibility. You have long since admitted you have mental issues and that you need serious help in order to cope with your deep seated trauma. All of your days are exactly the same. The doctors of the facility believe that such routine helps establish a sense of normalcy that can improve the quality of life of their patients. With Dr.Berber’s help, you have come a long way in accepting that you have always been a woman. Although some of his therapy methods seem unorthodox... <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taylorinsane.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> After countless sessions, these interactions become the highlight of your boring life. [[The days blur away...]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/paddedcell.jpg" class="center"> “I'm a woman...but am a boy, too...right?” you question a shadow in the moonlight. The shadow does not reply. So you respond to yourself, mumbling incoherently about a boy that isn’t a boy and all the awful things that should never have been yet still happened anyway. You fear that you may have gone completely insane, but at least here at Mooringham you will be able to get the help you so desperately need. End 16: The Nuthouse. <<set $end16 to true>> [[Return to start|Start]]

“As Mussolini once said, fascism is the merger of government and corporate power. //They// and those that serve them are the very elitists I strive to burn to the ground as I uplift humanity into the clouds of technological righteousness!” “So….the government turned me into a girl?” you venture with a raised eyebrow. “No, you ignoramus! The government has been co-opted by corporate power! They are indistinguishable from each other and run by the same damned people.” “Are you going to start ranting about the Federal Reserve next?” you wonder. Mr. Deter’s eyes bulge with rage. “Don’t get me started on the //Federal fucking Reserve//! About as “Federal” as Federal Express! A private banking cartel controlling the most important economy in the entire world? The most powerful unelected positions in the country-the world! The Fed is a cancerous blight upon the people that steals the wealth of the prudent and elderly via inflation and funnels the spigots of free money directly into the hands of those who already have far too much!!” “Yeah… probably. But what have you learned in regards to me transforming into a fucking girl?” Mr.Deter’s rage disappears, replaced with a self satisfied smirk. “Well. Taylor, as for what I learned...how about we try //Protocol One// again?” The two words make your temples throb. //Wait, what words? What did he just say? What the fuck just happened!? I can’t remember...// [[You feel yourself space out for a moment]]

“Hello? Taaaylor? Are you alright?” you hear Mr. Deter calling you. You blink. “Yeah I am fine...I was just…” “You were just taking off your clothes.” “What? No….was I?” You feel disoriented and your head throbs, intensifying its dull ache. “You said you were going to take off your clothes and come over here and pleasure me. Don’t go back on your word, Taylor.” “I didn’t say that...I wouldn’t...I mean...I don’t remember…” “Do it, take off your clothes,” Deter commands. “A man’s word is his bond, yes?” //No, this is mega-fucked up! I have to get out of here...something is wrong...I can’t seem to think straight.// Mr.Deter walks by you and locks the bolt on his office door. He then turns and faces you, staring you down with his imperious gaze. To you absolute dismay and utter horror, you see your shaking hands slowly rise. //No, what the fuck!?// You cannot seem to control your actions. Your hands move unbidden, unbuttoning your top. You feel like you have been possessed, like a spirit is directing control of your movements. Your entire body is now moving of its own accord, as if your brain now has no control over its own charge. You mentally shriek in terror as you strip down completely naked before your professor. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taynudebrick.jpg" class="center"> Deter grins at your naked body and undresses himself with astonishing speed. “Now pleasure me Taylor and I will share with you some very important information. Get on with it,” orders your teacher. [[Pleasure Deter]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/deterjerk.gif" class="center"> You will your body to run away but instead you begin to mechanically jerk Mr.Deter off. His hot, old, gross dick hardens in your tiny hand. Soon both of your hands are gently rubbing up and down your demented teacher’s dick. Mr. Deter towers over you and his boner begins to press into the firm flesh below your belly button, giving you an uncomfortable reminder of your circumstances. For a split second, you imagine Deter thrusting inside you and you nearly vomit. You are suddenly perversely glad that you only have to use your hands. After a minute of gentle pumping, Mr. Deter begins to breathe heavily, his large belly and cock periodically rubbing against you as he thrusts forward in pleasure. “Ohhh yeah…” Mr. Deter moans as his penis bulges and shakes in your grasp, covering your delicate hands with a thick layer of smelly white cum. //At least this is over...// you think to yourself with a feeling of relief counterbalanced by a modicum of shame. //It wasn't my fault... I couldn't control myself!// you rationalize. “Lick yourself clean,” orders Mr.D. Your heart skips several beats. “What!? No fucking way, not for a million dollars!” “This is an //order,// Taylor,” Deter clarifies, as if that detail is significant. You momentarily go blind. The buzzing sound returns in your ears, like a cacophony of madness, the sound and arcing pain drives you backwards. You feel like you might die or pass out. You find yourself falling but luckily land on one of Deter’s office chairs. You feel your neck and head jerk and move spastically. //Am...I having a seizure?// [[You wake up from your strange trance]]

You blink your eyes rapidly. You feel like you just woke up from a deep sleep; the last remnants of a confusing dream slip away from the edge of your consciousness. “Taylor!” Mr. Deter shouts at you. You snap out of your reverie. “Yes, Mr. Deter?” You follow Mr.D’s eyes down to your awkwardly cradled hand. Your feminine hand is covered with semen. It looks like you just jacked off...instead now you are not a guy...and the only other source of….//EW!! What the fuck just happened!?// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cumhandalt.png" class="center"> “Lick yourself clean,” Mr. Deter repeats his order. //He wants me to...What!? NO FUCKING WAY!// "Fuck you!" you screech. "Quiet!" With no input on your part, your hand suddenly rises to your face, cutting off your objections. You try and scream at the top of your lungs but no sound emerges from your throat. Instead, despite your internal screams, your tongue slowly extends and touches your palm and Deter’s seed. //Noooooooooooooooooooooo!// The absolutely revolting taste makes you want to vomit, but your body just eagerly continues to lick your hand until it is clean, with only the shiny remnants of your saliva remaining. “Excellent work, Taylor!” your professor compliments you as you lap up the last of his cum. You now have an absolutely foul aftertaste lingering on your lips. [[Listen to Deter's info]]

End of current content :*( Consider supporting the project if you are interested in getting more frequent updates and choosing which routes are updated and completed first. Will Drew and Taylor spend more time together? Or has their friendship been irreparably damaged by Taylor's actions and transformation? Is this a young heart-tugging romance or a disaster in the making? Tune in next time for more Transfigure! <3 Tango End of current content :*( Consider supporting the project if you are interested in getting more frequent updates and choosing which routes are updated and completed first. Will Drew and Taylor spend more time together? Or has their friendship been irreparably damaged by Taylor's actions and transformation? Is this heart-tugging romance or a disaster in the making? Tune in next time for more Transfigure! <3 Tango End of current content :*( Consider supporting the project if you are interested in getting more frequent updates and choosing which routes are updated and completed first. I feel bad leaving you here but I want to finish more scenes first. Will Taylor the Maid make a reappearance? D: Rumour has it that there is a concert coming up... perhaps Taylor can be convinced to join her friend for some lovely music and “confidence building” exercises? Tune in next time for more Transfigure! <3 Tango

After an hour long drive down a bumpy road, the two of you arrive safely at the cabin. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cabin.JPG" class="center"> The cabin is a nice little place. It's cozy and isolated but also well stocked with amenities. Every year previous to this, you have felt a great sense of excitement when you arrived at the cabin. This year...alone with Evan...in your new female body...you feel more nervous than excited. //I can’t believe I came out here with Evan like this….// Evan unlocks the cabin and the two of you proceed to carry your gear inside. It only takes about ten minutes after you have unpacked before Evan takes out his dick. “Are you kidding?” you ask your friend as you stare in disbelief at his cock. “Oh come on Taylor. Let’s not do this all again. You knew what you were getting into when you got into the car alone with me. This is going to be a weekend of fun! We are going to feast and fuck all weekend,” he informs you. “Feast and fuck, eh?” //I do enjoy both of those things...// You watch Evan strip until he is standing naked and erect before you. Evan moves close to you. “This is the perfect place to experiment…” he whispers to you as he pulls your shirt over your head. //I am such a moron...// you think as you let Evan undress you. “How about we try a sixty-nine? I bet I can make you cum first!” “Hmm…” You can’t help but sigh. “Challenge accepted.” Evan grins at you and lies down on the floor. A few moments of hesitation later, you mount Evan so that your pubic area is over top of his face. Evan's manhood fills your vision and you set to work. [[Try out the 69 position with Evan]]

“Ohh!” you can’t help but moan as Evan dives into your pussy, nibbling, biting, stroking, and licking until you are humping his face. You feel momentarily confused, until your eyes focus on Evan’s huge cock. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evan69.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> You begin to suck on your friend. You caress his shaft and try and force his length as deep into you as possible. As your efforts increase, so too do Evan’s. It soon becomes a sexy competition, the sounds of both of your pleasurable moaning filling the cabin. You are fairly competitive, so you end up putting forward your best efforts. Yet despite this, you somehow find yourself losing to Evan. His rapid, shallow penetrations and swirling tongue on your clit drive you wild, until you find yourself riding Evan’s face as you cum. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” you scream in ecstasy as your orgasm’s warm pleasure radiates through your body. [[Let Evan finish]]

Your pleasure causes you to forget your task. Evan rolls you over onto the floor and stands up, jerking off into your already waiting open mouth. You accept his cum without complaint, still a bit disappointed he somehow got the better of you. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/facial2.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> “Holy fuck,” Evan pants as he jerks off the last few drops of semen into your mouth. “Best start to a vacation //ever.//” You just lie down on the floor and try and catch your breath. “Let’s have a shower and then make some grub,” Evan suggests. [[Have a shower with Evan]]

You step into the shower with Evan. Evan momentarily admires your backside before taking a position behind you. "What do you think you are doing there?" you ask Evan as one of his muscled arms pulls you closer to him. "Nothin'!" he innocently replies as he places his erection between your legs. Evan's cock is now pressed against your soft, wet thighs and dripping pussy. Your friend slowly begins to fuck your thighs without actual penetration. His hot length spreading open your aching, wet lips as he slides back and forth along your opening. "Oh…" "What's wrong, Taylor?" Evan teases you. He grabs a bottle of body wash from the shower's shelf and squirts it into his hands. From your position, Evan's arms remind you of your old life and some hilarious improv antics. "I will help get you squeaky clean!" [[Evan whispers to you.]]

“I...see…” Dr. Berber blinks and makes a few notes in a small notepad. “How long have you wanted to be a man?” he asks you next. “What the fuck? I have wanted to transform back into a man since the moment I turned into….//this,//” you say, while gesturing at your chest and figure. “I see.” Dr. Berber nods sagely. “Have you always preferred masculine activities?” “...Uh, of course.” “And this “transformation” as you call it, it occured around the onset of puberty, correct?” “What the fuck!? No! This //just// happened to me! What the hell is wrong with you, doctor?” The doctor sighs with irritation and stands. “Can you please get me some Ativan to calm her down?” you overhear Dr. Berber make a request of a nurse. In a whisper, he gives the young woman even more instructions. //Fuck! Why won’t these assholes take me seriously?// “No drugs!” you shout at the pair of medical professionals. “Taylor, please! This is just to make you relax a little bit!” Berber explains. “Fuck off! Treat my transformation not my fucking brain! Read my lips!” “Your condition appears to be neurological, not physical,” Dr.Berber replies. “You mother fuckers aren’t listening to me!!” you explode once you exceed peak frustration. “Taylor, you need to calm down!” advises the Doctor. “Accusing us of incest is not helping your circumstances!” “I am fucking calm!” you scream as you throw a tissue box at Dr. Berber’s head. The box sails through the air, striking Berber right in the middle of his square face like a soft brick. “Ow! That’s it! She is //violent!// Nurse, sedate her immediately!” orders the Doctor. “Nooooooo!” you howl in frustration as a wave of fatigue washes over you. It suddenly becomes very hard to keep your eyes open. “I am not a girl….” you feebly mumble as you submit to the beckoning darkness. [[You enter a state of dreamless sleep]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/blackmail1.jpg" class="center"> You are shocked to see a photograph of yourself topless. You are pictured passed out sitting on a toilet. Your breasts, neck, and chin are absolutely covered in cum, you realize with horror. //Wait...who's cum is that?...Oh god…// The reality of your situation and a vague memory of the events of last night slowly sinks in. //He raped me! That fucking scumbag!// It all comes back to you in a flash. You feel the urge to throw up, and it has nothing to do with your hangover. //What have I done?// You despair as flashbacks and fragments of the previous night return to the forefront of your mind. You suddenly remember Mitch rubbing his dick all over your cheeks and lips and then ejaculating all over your chest. //And my face!// You think with revulsion, a hand going to your mouth. You feel angry but also humiliated as you realize his dried semen is still coating you, now breaking off of your lips in a dry crust. In that same moment you become aware of the foul odor that pervades you. You feel completely wretched and dirty. You run to the bathroom have a shower and wash off Mitch's filth. When you are finished you see the flashing light of another missed message. “7 pm east dorm, building rear -M,” was all the message said. Sent from what had to be Mitch’s number. You stare angrily at the message. [[Think about how to respond.]]

“Oh my god you are like putty in my hands. You are fucking amazing,” Mitch whispers, his voice hoarse and full of longing. “Did you get my picture Taylor?” You suddenly feel withdrawn, as if all the happiness had been sucked away, replaced with a nervous tension. You fall silent but nod in response to his question. Being dishonest seems impossible in your current state. “And did you delete it?” he presses. You blink. You feel too good to lie, it seems like doing so would taint the magic whirling around you. Since everyone is psychically connected, lying would be impossible anyway. “No,” you reply. “So you kept it. Did you look at it closely Taylor? Did it remind you of our special night together?” “...Yes,” you respond. “Did you touch yourself while looking at my picture?” he asks you. You feel like time stalls for a good fifteen seconds. “Yes,” you answer when you unfreeze, your voice barely a whisper. Mitch throws back his head and laughs uproariously. “Good! Now let’s get the heck out of here before one of your dumbass friends interrupt.” “Interrupt what?” you ask. As soon as the words leave your mouth, Mitch brings his own lips down upon yours. Instead of revulsion you are overwhelmed by pink lightning bolts. //It has to be the drugs,// you tell yourself. You pull away breathless and shaking. You have never had a kiss like that before. You felt it all the way from your lips to the very tips of your toes. You have always hated Mitch but right now you see only a young man, much like you used to be. You cannot help but relate and feel a bit sorry for him. It wasn’t long ago that you had such desires as well. You look up at Mitch and find yourself thinking that anything is possible tonight. Even two enemies becoming friends or lovers. Mitch wraps an arm around your waist and the two of you leave the party together. It is a short walk to Mitch’s apartment. You keep getting distracted by the twinkling stars above. When you reach the building, you find the stairs difficult but Mitch helps you up them. As Mitch unlocks his door you feel the pink tablet’s magic continue to flow over you. You become absolutely certain that anything is possible, even love and peace with someone as terrible as Mitch. [[Go inside]]

You look around the circle, all eyes are upon you. You feel your face burning up, whether it is from alcohol, arousal, or embarrassment, or some kind of combination thereof you cannot tell. You submit to your fate, crawling through the center of the circle. Your eyes meet Rhea’s and you move in closer. It was now your time to attack! You press your lips firmly against Rheas. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/rheataykiss2.jpg" class="center"> Rhea pulls you in closer craning her neck and pushing her chin upward to meet you. “Mmmm……” Your kiss lingers...too fucking long. “Oh-my-god, Taylor! You’re such a cute little kisser!” Rhea teases you when you pull apart. The mischievous smile she gives you sends a troupe of butterflies fluttering through your stomach. You are beginning to suspect Rhea is bisexual and more than enjoying her time messing with you. Rhea gives you a dimpled smile and gives her long, shiny blonde hair a shake. //Fuck...it doesn’t matter if I am a guy or girl….Rhea is still a total fucking babe!// The game continues on. You laugh your ass off when Jimmy is forced to kiss Evan. You let him get away with a peck on the cheek. Evan is then forced to kiss Rhea. “All the kisses are mine!” Rhea exults. [[When Sam spins she also lands on Rhea.]]

“This bottle game is rigged!” complains Evan. “Not that I am complaining too much,” he adds as he eagerly leans in to watch Sam and Rhea. Sam blushes until her face nearly matches her hair. “Come here, beautiful!” Rhea coos as she pulls Sam in, taking the initiative and kissing her like a pair of long lost lovers reuniting. As you watch Rhea make out with Sam, your emotions return to the forefront of your mind and do battle. You wish you were the one kissing Sam...but you can’t quite seem to draw your eyes away from the two. //Two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen...are making out right in front of me!// The spinning continues until you are dizzy. After about half an hour you have been kissed by or kissed every person present...except Sam. You’re disappointed but find that Rhea is a worthy substitute. Rhea spin the bottle and as it slowly comes to a stop in front of Evan Rhea grabs the bottle and twists it so it finishes pointing at you. “That’s cheating!” you and Evan protest in unison. “Whatever gets me what I want,” Rhea purrs. She crawls in for another round and you oblige her, your earlier nervousness is nowhere to be found. “Mmmm….” you let a moan slip through your lips as Rhea parts them and explores your mouth. “Mhmmm!” agrees Rhea. “You two are getting a bit carried away,” observes Evan. Rhea cackles in delight. “That is impossible!” she says in between kisses. “Taylor is just too damn cute!” [[Continue kissing Rhea]]

//I am making out with Rhea!// You feel a bit weird, but Rhea is a gorgeous woman and, as she kisses you, you find that fact seems more important that your own...circumstances. You would have once given your left nut to spend a night with a looker like Rhea...yet now it seemed you had to sacrifice //both// your nuts just to get a chance. “Mmm...that feels so good…” //Maybe it would even be worth the trade….// “Hey, enough you two! It is my turn,” Jimmy interrupts. He spins the bottle and it stops directly on Evan. “Fuck this game, I quit!” Jimmy shouts in frustration as he gets up and heads to the kitchen to fix another drink. The rest of you laugh. The game disintegrates and you return to the couches in the living room. For some reason, Rhea follows you eagerly and sits beside you. You look over at Rhea, beautiful and glowing in the soft light. Your heart begins to beat faster, while Rhea’s intoxicating fragrance causes you to take deep breaths to inhale her heady, alluring scent. Rhea crosses her long legs and gives you a naughty smile. You had hung out with Rhea a dozen times or so before...and she never shown this must interest in you. You swallow nervously and Rhea giggles at your obvious unease. //Just another “perk” of being a hot chick...// Rhea suddenly kisses you again and you are shocked at her aggressiveness. She seems determined to kiss you until you beg her to stop. You try and tell her to stop, but you find yourself literally tongue tied. After who knows how long, you manage to untangle yourself from Rhea and enter the kitchen. It is already after 1 am and you debate heading home just as Rhea joins you in the kitchen. Rhea sashays over to a nearby table and pours two shot glasses full of tequila. She hands you a glass and you look down at the shivering golden liquid. Rhea gently pushes the glass to your lips with an impish smile gracing her full lips. "Cheers!" [[You return to the living room with Rhea]]

“We are //just// getting started,” Rhea informs you, as she renews her kissing offensive. Her lips and hands coax a long moan from you. It is at that moment you look around the party, everyone seems to be watching you and Rhea… //Fuck! Ah---whatever! It doesn’t fucking matter! Rhea is a hot chick and I am a red-blooded man!// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/rheataykiss.jpg" class="center"> You begin to more aggressively respond to Rhea’s advances. You kiss her back with more force. You push her own tongue out of your mouth and invade your rival’s in kind. You feel a soft, fleshy bounce as your hand covers Rhea’s breast. Rhea pulls away in shock, if it wasn’t so dark you might even have thought Rhea was blushing a bit herself. It only takes Rhea a second to recover. She looks at your face...and then your hand. She then grins at you. Her leering grin is something you would have once imagined could only be possessed by a succubus. Now here you are, held completely in the demon Rhea’s thrall. “Hey, Taylor,” Rhea begins, while making an overt effort to lick her lips. Let’s go upstairs,” she suggests. You would have once leapt at the suggestion. Yet now, as you look down at your own heaving breasts, you are unsure what to even do in such a situation. [[Go upstairs with Rhea]]

Whether you are a man or woman, it hardly matters anymore. Rhea is beautiful and willing and you find yourself literally dripping with arousal. “Let’s go upstairs,” you agree. Rhea grabs your hand and leads you upstairs to her room. As you scramble up the stairs, you notice Evan and Jimmy giving you a thumbs up...and also a somewhat despondent looking Sam standing off to the side. You instantly forget about your other friends, for soon Rhea has you locked inside her room. The alluring Rhea captivates you. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/rheaallure.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> She giggles at you as she throws her shirt aside with a graceful toss. You lose yourself in Rhea’s breasts for a moment and are shocked when she pounces on you, deftly stripping off your clothes and pushing you down upon the bed. [[Have sex with Rhea]]

Rhea descends upon, kissing you passionately while running her hands all over your body. You try and fight back, but Rhea’s experienced hands leave you defenseless and trembling before the young woman’s erotic might. “Wow, Taylor...you’re //soaked.// I totally had you pegged as a lez-bo too!” Rhea laughs as she removes her glistening hand and licks off some of your juices. “I am not a--” //Fuck maybe I technically am...fucking hell! Shut up, brain!// “Wow you //taste so fucking good,// Taylor,” Rhea whispers. //I can’t take it anymore!// “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” you loudly moan as Rhea begins to schlick up and down your slit while swirling another soft, practiced finger around your clit until you are convulsing underneath the blonde succubus, your body rocked with an intense orgasm. “Soooo cute~!” Rhea gushes. You try and and sit up but find even that difficult. Rhea resumes her assault, teasing and biting at your lips until your passions have been fully inflamed. You finally work up your strength and when Rhea draws off to catch her breath, you attack her. You try and do your best imitation of what Rhea just did to you only in reverse. At first Rhea resists, but your persistent nibbling and kissing eventually pushes her onto her back. You pull Rhea’s pants off with a determined glint in your eye. Rhea just smirks up at you, confident in her erotic might. Eager for an upset, you lean forward and pull her panties off in one smooth motion. Your actions reveal a cute little pussy framed with a shock of golden hair. You also can see that Rhea is also clearly aroused, as proven by the sheen of clear fluid dripping down her thighs. “Okay, Taylor, I will help you out,” Rhea says with a giggle as she unhooks her bra and lets her glorious, huge breasts fall free. You can’t help but make an internal //hnnnngghhh// noise, some manly instinct rearing its head like a coyote howling at the moon. [[You delicately probe Rhea’s vagina.]]

It’s heat and wetness guides you forth. “Oh that feels so good!” Rhea moans as you begin to work your fingers faster and deeper into her waiting flesh. “You’re pretty wet too, Rhea,” you playfully chide your partner. Rhea pouts but you keep working on her, yet your movements don’t have quite the same level of effect on Rhea as hers did on you. After a bit of effort you have Rhea flooding with love juice but you can’t //quite// seem to make her cum. “Fuck me, Taylor,” Rhea requests. You blink. You wish you could. //But maybe I can…? Fine! ...if Rhea wants it, I’ll fuck her...!!// You suddenly mount Rhea, as you would if you still had your cock. As your hot genitals meet, you feel a warm tingle spread from your nether regions while a shock of electricity shoots up your spine. Rhea giggles at your distress. You find her haughty attitude to be immensely annoying. You desperately want to wipe the smirk from her beautiful face. You begin to grind against Rhea, your labia and vaginas press together you feel a spreading warmth begin to consume you. There is a fire lit deep within you, and once stoked, it begins to rage and burn until that feeling and the beautiful naked woman in front of you is all you can think about. //God damnit, Rhea! I so wish I had my cock right now, I’d ...fuck you real good...ahh….maybe I still can. Well I can’t really penetrate her...but I can hump her to death! Prepare to die, Rhea! Death by snu snu!// You begin to ride and grind against Rhea with everything you have. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/lesbian.gif" class="center"> At first Rhea appears quite shocked at your aggressive turn around, but eventually a contagious and very erotic smile creeps across her face. Rhea bites her lip. “You’re so //bad,// Taylor! I //knew// it! Fuck yes! Ohh...Yeah baby, work that pussy!” Rhea urges you. With Rhea’s stunning, buxom naked body in front of you, there is no chance of you holding back. Fucking a knockout blonde was something you had always dreamed off. You had often enjoyed a good lesbian video too...you just never thought you would experience the sex first hand. Your manly impulses seize control over you as you begin to fuck Rhea like it is your last night on Earth. [[Continue your night with Rhea]]

“Ohhhh! Keep going….yeah right //there….//” Rhea encourages you. “Ohhhh yessss! Taaaaaaaaylor!!” You find Rhea’s sweet spot and drape one of your hands between your slick sexes. You gently shake your hand, hopping the extra light petting feels as good for Rhea as it does for you. The external stimulation nearly puts you over the edge as well. //Holy fuck this feels amazing!// You glance at your partner’s face and there can be no doubt she is enjoying this...maybe even as much as you are, as difficult as that may be to believe. //Oh my god! I am having sex with a hot chick….as a hot chick!// You aren’t sure how that makes you feel, aside undeniably turned on. Eventually you feel yourself nearing an ultimate climax. You look at Rhea and she returns you a lustful, knowing look. Rhea is covered with a sheen of bright sweat, she looks like a blonde haired goddess glowing in the light. You can’t help yourself but unleash a young man’s sexual urges upon Rhea, mashing your genitals together until you are sodden, twitching, and lying satisfied upon a soaked bedsheet. “Holy fuck, Rhea….” Rhea grins at you. “Holy fuck, Taylor! That was //fun!//” Your sex continues until you are both raw and sore. “We need a strap on next time,” Rhea says to you hours later. “Next time…?” “What? You didn’t enjoy yourself, honey?” Rhea pouts. “Uh...no I had a good time…a //really// good time...” you admit. Rhea just smiles knowingly at you. [[“Well...you know where I live if you want a repeat,” Rhea offers.]]

The next day, after an awkward shimmy around Rhea’s room collecting your clothes, you head home but not before Rhea punches her number into your phone. You try and spend some time searching for leads on the internet but you soon find your thoughts wandering. You end up heading to a favorite porn website and searching “sexy lesbians.” The results are quite pleasing to the eye. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/lesb.gif" class="center"> //This is perfect,// you think. Looking at heterosexual porn lately has been seriously weirding you out. //I am a guy who loves women residing in a woman’s body, so why not find a woman who likes women?// “I am so smart!” you praise yourself as you cum without a feeling of remorse. "Ahhh..." You find that your phone draws your interest. [[Call Rhea]] [[Don’t call Rhea]]x

Your first hand is pretty good. Jimmy and Evan fold early with exaggerated groans. Soon the betting becomes too rich for Rhea’s blood and she drops out, leaving you head to head with Samantha’s twinkling eyes and enigmous smile. For some reason she keeps raising. With a bit of annoyance and a little spark of competitiveness, you match her raise for raise until you are close to all in on your first round. //Fuck! So much for playing it safe...// Sam seems to love goading you forward; she is openly laughing at you now. You have long desired to make Sam laugh...but you kind of hoped it wouldn’t be //at// you. You wish your victory was more skill rather than luck based. You figure your chance of winning is at about 60% at best. Losing now would be disastrous, yet victory would fulfill one of your greatest, most long standing dreams: to see Samantha Klein naked. //That is a goal worth taking huge risks for!// With a grimace you finally make your decision. You decide to: [[Call]] [[Fold]]x

You decide to call Samantha’s bluff. You look her right dead in her bright, pretty blue eyes and inform her, ”Call.” Sam looks upset at your boldness, but, after a second, she shoots you a small smile as she lays her cards on the table in triumph. //Fuuuuuck!// You have lost…. //badly.// “Oh, don’t look so disappointed!” Sam says with a grin as she scoops your chips away from you. “Don’t worry! I won’t strip you...//completely//. Here’s a little something for your trouble,” she says with a laugh. Sam throws you back btwo chips rom her winnings so you can keep playing while Rhea sets a freshly mixed cocktail in front of you. Stinging from your defeat, you are forced down to your underwear in front of your friends. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/tayundies.jpg" class="center"> [[Continue playing]]

Maybe next time :(

You keep playing… and losing. “Wooooooooo!” your friends cheer as you take off your clothing under a cloud of embarrassment. Shielding your breasts with your arm, you endure a hail of jeers and booing. “Booooooo! That’s no fair, Taylor! Arm-bra is //cheating!//” Rhea shouts while wagging her finger at you. Evan’s voice joins the chorus of agreement. “That’s right! Don’t be a prude, Taylor!” You look at a blushing Sam who seems fixated at a spot on the floor. Sam’s embarrassment only serves to worsen your own. //This is the worst! What the hell is Sam going to think of me?// <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/boobs1.jpg" class="center"> “Fuck…” Defeated, you stop your attempt at modesty. You lower your arm and bare your supple, young breasts for your friends. The crowd approves. “Nooooiiiice!” Jimmy beams. Your face feels like it is about to burst into flames. “How much longer?” “Just a bit more!” Evan answers. The seconds tick by, their passage marked by your rapidly beating heart. You look around the table. Rhea is smirking at you. The men are googling you. You even notice [[Sam peeking at you through the spaces in her fingers.]]

You feel the buzzing sensation in your ears recede. “What just happened?” You are fully clothed, seated in Mr. Deter’s office. Although you have a weird taste in your mouth, no matter how hard you try, you cannot remember the last twenty minutes. Deter ignores your question. “Now, fair is fair, let’s get to the results… I will share with you a tiny glimpse of my genius! You are //very// privileged,” Mr.D informs you. “Just please get on with it. Tell me what you have learned,” you request, while rubbing your throbbing temples. Mr. Deter takes out a lab print out, filled with dozens of tiny tables filled with data. He starts at the top, beginning to drone on about a bunch of shit that totally goes over your head. “In addition, the chemical formula includes a dopamine binding agent...ahh,” Deter notices your uncomprehending face. “I will try and speak like a normie: You have a particular odor that should make people around you more aroused and prone to suggestion… in practice, most subjects should show a more agreeable disposition towards you.” “What the hell? No one has been agreeable! That doesn’t even make any sense… //if// it makes people agreeable…” “More "prone to suggestion,"” Deter corrects you with an exasperated sigh. “And why doesn’t it work on you?” you demand. Mr. Deter raises an eyebrow as if you asked a really stupid question. “I am not very agreeable,” he replies. “Uh huh…” “You generate one hundred and seventy three times the pheromones of a regular woman and should be prone to more frequent arousal,” Deter continues. “Such traits are excellent for your //model.//” [[Huh?]]

“In early tests the subjects would often not even notice they were being manipulated. In one test involving the pheromone serum, a female agent was sent out on a date. Then, at the end of the night, after their target was well exposed to the altering agents, they would make an unreasonable request of their date - one of these powerful type A personality alpha males would normally readily reject.” “What did they ask for?” you wonder. “Unreasonable things. The man’s wedding ring if he was cheating, the keys to a $300,000 sports car after the first date, the password to a valuable corporate account… and that was just with an evening of exposure.” “So I have become one of these “agents”?” “No, those agents were born female and merely deployed a test aerosol of a concentrated formula. You, on the other hand, //produce// PH-99. Taylor, to be frank with you...I have no idea how //they// did this to you.” //”They???”// You mentally dodge that bombshell. “What else can you tell me about this supposed chemical I produce?” “It isn’t “supposed,” it is a statement of fact. However, the pheromone concentration and secondary effect appears weak and diluted at the moment, but I am confident it will increase in potency over time. Hmm...in addition, one of PH-99’s intended side effects is to produce feeling of normalcy and non-alarm in those that ingest it.” “Oh cool! So I am basically like a Jedi!” you conclude. Everything seems to click into place. //Cool! I am a walking mind trick!// Mr. Deter facepalms. “No, my dear, are a slut infiltrator, meant to assassinate, sabotage, and steal valuable information and secrets for your corporate and government masters.” “Okay...assuming all that is true...then how the fuck did I turn into this in the first place?” Mr. Deter blinks. “The answer to that question I have not yet ascertained. But don’t worry, Taylor! Between the two of us I am certain we will be able to unravel this mystery.” “I should have just went to the hospital…” “Oh those morons at the hospital never would have found anything. Primitive tech, primitive methods, and //extraordinarily// small minds…” “Uh huh…//anyway...//” [[Ask Deter how the fuck he intends to fix you]]

“So how the fuck are you going to get me back to normal?” “Hm, I need more data,” he answers after a moment of thought. “And how do you get more data?” Mr. Deter rolls his eyes at your question. “By doing //experiments!//” he replies. You narrow your eyes at your teacher. “What kind of experiments?” As soon as you ask the question, you immediately fear you already know the answer. “Yes, //human// experiments - the most valuable data. Rats and mice, no, no, not //good enough for me!//” Mr. Deter has just admitted to conducting illegal and highly unethical experiments. //Wait a sec...WHAT THE FUCK?!// “Who did you use as test subjects!?” you shout at Deter. You stare daggers at him, demanding answers. Mr. D. has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed. “Yes, I experiment on my students,” he informs you as if the admission is as trivial as preferring mustard vs ketchup on a hot dog. “You fucker! So you// are// responsible for what happened to me!” “No, no, no...I doubt that is true…” “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” “I was using purely benign laboratory reagents. Most of the tests are harmless and non invasive,” he lamely eplains in an attempt to mollify you. “//Most!?// [[You belong in jail you fuckin’ psycho!]]”

The next day you wake up and enjoy a long shower before heading to school. As you walk around one of the opulent campus buildings, you spot a trio of thugs accosting Drew. “Hey it is Fatty McVirgin!” shouts a particularly clever thug, a burly guy you recognize as one of Mitch’s minions. Drew ignores the jibe. He puts his head down and keeps walking but the hoodlums soon block his path. “I am just going to class…” Drew tries to explain. “Well you will have to go around us then!” the leader says with a laugh. Drew tries to walk around the trio but they keep shuffling to constantly block your friend’s path. “Please, just let me by…” Drew requests in a small, frightened, but above all frustrated voice. //What a bunch of dickheads. Fucking grown men still bullying people! Unbelievable!// you rage in amazement. You suddenly wish you were in the form of a viking warrior instead of a slender young woman. You briefly imagine savagely leaping into the fray and beating the shit out of the thugs and decapitating them with flashing twin axes. You storm up to the group. “What the hell are you guys doing?” you demand of the group. The trio of goons looks shocked that such an unimposing woman has come to confront them. You don’t know exactly why, but in that moment you hate the bullies, and you now want nothing more than to compound their confused looks. “...to my boyfriend?” you finish your previous sentence with an add-on. The bullies look like a flying pig just sailed across the soccer field in front of them. [[Mess with the morons]]

“Huh? What? //Boyfriend!?// There is no way you two are dating,” asserts the leader. “How much is this lardass paying you?” “Nothing,” you reply. “Look at this guys clothes!” says one of the others. “There is no way he can afford a chick like that.” “He isn’t paying you a penny!? Uh huh, he just is //that charming//, eh?” the lead thug mutters skeptically. “What are some of the things you like about this fat tub of shit anyway?” The guy’s rudeness pisses you off immensely. He reminds you far too much of Mitch. “Well…” you begin to answer but as soon as you begin to speak your anger lights a fire underneath you. You decide to give these assholes a truth bomb. “Drew is a great fucking guy! He is brilliant, and funny, and he is a good man who has a gentle, kind heart. He outclasses you fuckin’ losers in //every concevable way//...And he has a huge cock and is great in bed,” you conclude. The three men look at you as if you were speaking a foreign language. [["What did you say?"]]

“There is no way in fucking hell you are dating //that,//” the leader declares with absolute certainty. The bully’s smugness pisses you off //so// much. You would probably kiss a snail if it meant agitating these morons in the slightest. “I’ll prove it!” you chime in. You kiss Drew on the cheek. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/kissoncheek.jpg" class="scenter"> The tallest thug laughs outright at your display. “Ew. Are you his sister or something?” wonders the smallest bully. “Yeah, there is no way they are going out. That lame kiss confirms it. Your sister is pretty cute though, Drew. We might have to //borrow// her one day for a workout.” “I am not his sister…” you say as you drape an arm around Drew’s shoulders. //Well, time to put my money where my mouth is...// [[Prove that you are Drew’s “girlfriend”]]

Whether it was your own words, or the desire to piss the bullies off, you and Drew are seemingly equally shocked when your lips meet in a spontaneous kiss. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/drewtaykiss.jpg" class="scenter"> “Mmmmm….” “Ah, sick! Fuck, let’s get out of here…” the bullies retreat with a look of confused, jealous disgust. You can’t help but laugh at their retreating backs. //Still...maybe I went too far,// you think as you look at Drew’s bright red face. //No, definitely too far! I just kissed a fucking dude!// “Tayyylorrr,” Drew huffs, exhaling in a one big breath, as if he had stopped breathing since the moment you first kissed him. “Shut up! Don’t say anything, I do not want to fucking hear it. C’mon, Drew, let’s head to class before we are late.” //And before I burst into flames from embarrassment…I just kissed Drew….Oh fuck, even just thinking that statement makes me feel so fucking weird!// [[Head to class with Drew]]

After classes, you see Drew leaving the Arts buildings and jog up and join him. You walk beside your portly friend, heading south in the direction where both your homes lie. Drew looks startled when you join him, as if he was expecting the sudden appearance of bat to the head rather than a cute girl. “Hey Drew!” Drew swallows. “Hi…” Drew does not seem relieved to see you, in fact the opposite seems true. As soon as you stand beside your long time friend, you suddenly feel a bit self conscious. You notice more than a few weird looks from passers by. //Do we really look like such a mismatched pair?// you wonder as Drew walks along stiffly at your side. “You need to stick up for yourself more,” you gently chide your friend. “But! But! Y-You kissed me! On t-the the lips!” Drew makes the statement sound like a horrible accusation. //From his expression I didn’t think he minded that much...// “It was just acting, man,” you brush off Drew. “Remember your birthday and the maid stuff?” As soon as the words leave your mouth you feel a bit embarrassed. //Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have brought// that //up.// [[Drew’s eyes go wide.]]

A few minutes later, Evan reappears and waves you into a hallway and then into a side room. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/clinicinside.jpg" class="center"> Inside is a friendly looking nurse and some basic lab equipment. You submit to a blood draw along with a saliva and hair sample. “I will send these to our lab,” the nurse informs you when you are finished. “We have a bit of a backlog but they should be done in a few days.” You are surprised at how quick and painless the procedure is. //Maybe I will finally learn something useful!// you think cheerfully. A couple minutes later, you are all finished, standing awkwardly outside the clinic with Evan. You squint up at the sun, still fairly high in the sky. //It is still early...// Even gives you a creepy look and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Uh, what are you doing Evan?” “You should join me tonight...my place is a lot closer than yours,” Evan offers. You sigh. You really want to just go with him and have fun, even though you two are bound to get carried away. You have given into your urges so many times that it has now become pretty difficult to resist. Being a girl was just //too much fun.// [[Go meet Evan in his room]]

Jimmy returns and the rest of your friends make drunken conversation. You shoot Sam a smile and she shyly smiles back, but you are soon drawn back to Rhea who seems to have stalked you back to the couch. You notice Rhea progressively moving closer to you. At first she gently touches your shoulder, then your arm...and then suddenly you find that Rhea is pressed up against you, her delicate hands massaging your own. The movements are so intimate...they make you deeply uncomfortable. It feels good but...you’ve never really considered Rhea in a romantic light. A sexual one, sure...but this...this was something else entirely. You pull yourself away from Rhea’s clutches, feeling hot and stuffy. You have another drink to cool down. Zoning out, you sit back down on the vacant couch. A few moments later, Rhea appears beside you. “~Hey Taylor!” Rhea coos softly as she sits down and leans next to you. You can now hear your own ragged breath. You had recovered and yet now, a few minutes later, you are right back where you started. //Why shouldn’t I just go for it?// you can’t help but wonder. What is really holding you back? //Who cares if Rhea is easy- she is fucking hot and into me!// The beautiful Rhea sucks you in, your lips gradually drawn towards each other. When they meet, it only inspires even greater contact. Rhea pets your hair as her lips caress your own until you are left squirming in dismay. As a man you would have had a raging boner...yet now…your arousal takes a new form. “Mmmm….oh….” Soon Rhea’s tongue is entwined with your own and you can do nothing but offer a pathetic show of resistance before giving in completely. Rhea’s tongue and lips roam over your neck, your cheeks, your ears, and your own aching lips until you feeling like you are burning up. “Oh...this is too much,” you breathlessly protest. [[Rhea laughs at you]]

“My model? What //model//? What the fuck are you talking about?” You can feel yourself getting angry. Deter’s seemingly intensional evasiveness annoys the heck out of you. Mr. Deter sighs. “Model 7-3-9, that’s you. The seven series and up are military designations, drawn from older blacklist and prototyping projects I completed for the government in my youth. Hmmm...to phrase this in a way your feeble brain is capable of comprehending: you are a //spy,// Taylor. You may be a mere tool, but you are certainly a superb piece of craftsmanship.” “So I am genderbent fucking James Bond!? That is the most preposterous thing I have ever fucking heard. You do the title “mad scientist,” justice. You are a //quack//.” Mr.Deter becomes irate. “Don’t be so high and mighty!" he shouts. "You are merely something that was meant to gather intelligence and do it in an effective way. You’re a pleasure model, a slut that is meant to go fuck your way into valuable intelligence and advantageous positions.” “I don’t believe you,” you say to Deter, yet your own quivering voice gives notice to your lie. “Maybe I am lying,” Deter concedes, seeming to admit to a level of untruthfulness. But Mr. Deter also seems like the type that is far too fucking arrogant to lie. [[Listen to Deter’s droning]]

As the sound of honking fades behind you, you run through the campus grounds to the science building. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/campus.jpg" data-raw="" class="center"> You breathe a sigh of relief when you surprisingly manage to arrive a few minutes early for class. You see your two closest friends, Evan and Drew, standing awkwardly near the door to the lecture hall. [[Look at your friends]]

A minute later you are seated in a folding chair in your bathroom as Julie tugs at your long brown hair. You endure the pain as she works out every knot and tangle in your hair. You are surprised when you get a moment of respite, as Julie dashes outside before returning. “Please hurry up, Julie.” “Okay~ If you insist!” //Thuck, thuck, thunk-thuck!// “FUCKING OW! OW OW OW OW OW! WHAT THE FUCK JULIE!?” you scream out in agony as your sister rapid-fucking-fire pierces your ears without your consent. You clutch at your bleeding ears with and stare at the redness on your fingertips with disbelief. “What? Don’t bitch, //bitch,// hehe! I had these nice studs so I figured, why not?” “I can’t believe you! I could have thrown in jail for assault or some crazy shit! WHY would you do that!? What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Yeah, good luck with that. Call in the authorities, I am sure you will be super down with that when they check your info out.” //What the hell? Is Julie threatening me!?// “Uhh…” Your sister throws you a white top that just barely leaves your shoulders and midriff bare. The pants she gives you are no better. When you put on the tight fitting yoga style pants you feel exposed, like the pants are a second skin and you are baring your features for the world even while fully clothed. “Fucking hell…” //I have to get out of here….// You stumble towards the hallway but your sister’s voice stops you. “[[We aren’t done yet, Taylor]]!”

You feel Evan's hot, ragged breath upon the nape of your neck. "Oh wow…" you moan as Evan's hands begin to massage your breasts, the body wash foaming into a sudsy, slippery cloud. The bubbles only serve to speed up and amplify the sensations of Evan's tender caresses. He thoroughly gropes your body, half molestation, half massage. "Evan...uh….this is…" "The greatest thing ever!" Evan finishes your sentence for you. //Er...not my choice of words...but maybe not too far off the mark.// You are already well beyond hot and bothered. To your delight and dismay, Evan just keeps working on you, teasing you until you feel yourself approaching orgasm. //Uhhnn….so soon? Why am I becoming so damned pervy!?// you ask yourself. You look down and see Evan's cock thrusting between your legs. "Uh…." //How did it come to this?// "If you want me to put it in you are going to have to ask politely," Evan informs you of his demand. He continues to hump you, fucking your thighs while working your clit with his right hand, while his left continues to grope and tease you, meandering about your sodden, woefully aroused body. You bite your lip. //What an asshole...// You're already here alone on vacation with Evan. You have already had sex and you are no stranger to lewd behaviour. You're in the shower with your best friend, in this precarious situation. //It hardly matters if we have sex...// It is clear at this point that having sex is obviously something you both want. "Fine. Put it in," you say to Evan. "Put it in….?" he gleefully repeats the words. "//Please...// put your dick inside me, Evan." you rephrase. When the words leave your mouth they sound even more fucked up than you could have imagined. [[Have sex with Evan in the shover]]

//There is no turning back...I guess I might as well just enjoy the weekend and help Evan out in the process...// You are both perverts, so it is only fair to indulge each other's fantasies, right? When you turn back into a man it can't hurt to have a few more pleasant memories. //Pleasant...pleasure….ahhh...// Your mind snaps back into the present. You are now overwhelmed with a burning sense of desire. Your tight, young pussy is aching to be filled. You need a dick to make you feel good. And Evan's cock is right there...just what you need...pressing and sliding across your entrance. "Put it in! //Now!//" you command. Your forcefulness goads Evan forth. He raises your leg to get better access. Evan then begins pressing his swollen glans against your opening and you find yourself slowly easing yourself down on him, in a search to quench your smouldering desire. [[Get penetrated]]

As the warm water falls around you, you are again deeply penetrated by your best friend. "Uhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn~ hnngghh…" you moan loudly as Evan fills your tight pussy to capacity. The foreign feeling of having something inside you makes you shiver as Evan spreads you apart. "Hnnnn!!" You feel yourself stretch to accommodate your friend's girth, your internal muscles moulding into Evan's phallic shape. //Wow! Fuck! This is happening again! I am having sex as a girl...with Evan….and it feels sooo good! Fuck me!// "Fuck me!" you repeat your thoughts aloud. Evan laughs. "With pleasure, Taylor!" Evan begins to joyously pound away at your pussy until you are left trembling and weak in the knees. Evan gives your ass a few playful slaps. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evantayshower.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video>With every thrust you go just a little bit more insane until you find yourself bracing yourself against the shower's wall while throwing your backside at Evan to meet his battering-ram thrusts. You cannot believe how good it feels to be fucked in such a carefree manner. Soon the small water tank is nearly empty and the water starts to run cold. As the water cools you feel your own body temperature go in the opposite direction. Evan's pounding has you panting, wet, and hot. Evan reaches his limit with a groan and gives you a dozen full length thrusts before he goes balls deep inside you and his pulsing cock ejaculates until completion, filling your pussy with your best friend's semen. Evan rests inside you, half heartedly thrusting in you until his member finally shrinks and he withdraws. [[Finish the shower]]

"You're the sexiest chick alive," Evan compliments you. "That was fucking awesome!" You watch Evan's cum drip out of you and slowly get flushed down the shower's drain. "Yeah it was…" you breathlessly admit. Suddenly Evan spins you around and lays his lips down upon yours, kissing you with an intensity that shocks and frightens you. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/kiss.jpg" class="center"> The kiss surprises you and makes you far more uncomfortable than the sex had for some reason. The water becomes ice cold as Evan's lips and tongue explore your own. After what seems like an eternity, he steps out of the shower and begins toweling off, leaving you standing stunned in the now freezing water. You step out of the shower. Despite the long time under the water, you can still see white traces of Evan's efforts surrounding the entrance to your pussy. A hand that still looks far too frail to be your own is drawn to your lips. //Why the fuck did he have to do that?// Having sex with Evan was bad enough, but kissing? You aren't sure what to think anymore, but one thing is clear: you feel kissing to be a step in the wrong direction. You and Evan are just borrowing each other's company to satisfy some youthful urges. It isn't like you have ever actually had a single romantic thought involving Evan. If you let him keep kissing you, Evan is sure to get the wrong idea. You slip on a fresh pair of panties, some shorts, and a T-shirt. Evan oggles your visible breasts as you step out of the bathroom. You roll your eyes at him. [[Make dinner with Evan]]

Evan wanders over to the fridge and coolers and begins to unpack some food items. As he begins to cook, you decide join him in the kitchen. You suddenly find that you are //ravenous//. As the food simmers on the stove, Evan moves forward and begins to fondle your breasts. You hear Evan take a deep, clearly audible sniff from the top of your head. "Ew. What the hell?" "You just smell //really// fucking good." "I don't know what to say about that "I could just do this all day," he tells you, while deeply inhaling your scent. Evan keeps cupping your breasts, rolling his thumb and pointer over your nipples until they are rock are hard and you feel like you are overheating. "Seriously I just wish I could like bottle up your fragrance it drives me wild. What kind of perfume do you wear?" "I don't wear fucking perfume!" you snap. "Well you should get in the business!" "Evan…" you try and restrain Evan a bit. "Oh Taylor don't be like that. Imagine you transform back into a man tomorrow, think of all the regrets you would have! At the very least, I think you would probably like some pervy memories." "Ugh...maybe. But why would I want to share...err… //make// them with you?" "Because we are friends. We are both cool and horny...and wouldn't you know it? We appear to be on a sexy mountain retreat with nothing to do-except each other!" You sigh. You have been defeated by Evan's persistence and idiocy too many times. "C'mon, let's get the most out of this weekend! Let's eat, get our strength up, and then get back to...//what's important.//" As if to add impetus to his statement, Evan pops the caps off two bottles of beer. [[Eat with Evan]]

"Cheers! To our weekend of awesomeness that is //so// much better without Drew." "Cheers," you say as you clink bottles. The reminder of Drew's absence makes you sad. It looks like your little tradition died last year. //But it isn't so bad,// you think as you look at Evan's smiling face. It was the way of the world: old traditions die and new ones are established in their place. You and Evan finish cooking. Evan makes several stupid jokes and you do your best to ignore his foolishness. You eat a tasty and enjoyable dinner together and start to clean up once you are finished. As you set the dishes to dry in a rack, you notice a nearby box. You open it and find it is filled with Monopoly and a few board games. "Hey remember when we had to play with these?" you say with a laugh. The last few years even internet and video games made their way out into the cabin's nature and the boardgames had fallen away into childish nostalgia. You are fairly certain you can now even get a strong cell signal out here in the middle of nowhere. "Want to play Monopoly?" you ask Evan. Evan gives you a disparaging look. He firmly grabs the box out of your your hands and sets it down. "I have a better idea. Trust me, it is a lot more fun...it's a really cool //two player game.//" You bite your lip. "That does sound kind of fun..." [[Head to the bedroom with Evan]]

With little coaxing, you and Evan head to the cabin's main bedroom. You let Evan push you down and you lie down on your back. Evan strips down and gently spreads your legs and climbs on top of you. Evan tries to kiss you but you turn your face away. "No kissing," you inform Evan. He looks momentarily saddened but is soon distracted by your naughtier, more accessible bits. Evan begins to suck and tease your nipples "Oh that feels….so good...Uhhh!" You and Evan proceed to have a marathon sex session that makes your first night at Evan's look like a warm up. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evantay.gif" class="center"> Evan fucks you in a variety of positions, finally settling on mounting you from behind, doggy style. As Evan mates with you like a stallion, you can't help but cum on your friend's cock. Your shaking butt and convulsing love canal flood with your juices, which only serve to lubricate and speed Evan's thrusts. You suddenly become glad you aren't facing Evan as you shiver and orgasm while your old friend's big dick invades your intimate insides. "Uh, uh, uh, uh…." //Fap. Fap. Fap…..// The sounds and smells of your sex pervade the room. As you cum a third time, you feel yourself falling down a rabbit hole, like poor Alice lost to Wonderland. "Oh my god…" //What is wrong with us? Maybe a lot or maybe nothing at all...// You ask and answer your own question. Evan's cock kisses your womb, and you feel both your vagina and Evan's manhood grip and convulse together as you are both pushed over the edge into a white beckoning cloud of pleasure. Evan eats an apple and drinks a glass of orange juice and is back fucking you within minutes. After a long, exhausting sex session, Evan cums inside you twice more and falls asleep with his soft shaft still buried inside you. [[Fall asleep next to Evan]]

You wake up the next morning feeling a tad groggy. You find your positions have shifted in the night, Evan is now spooning you, his morning wood pressing into your butt cheek. //Fuck, this guy is incorrigible. Evan is a walking erection.// "He is a literal homo-erectus!" you snigger. You are beginning to have some serious doubts about your relationship with Evan. Are you indeed helping to satisfy each other's urges...or are you in fact just making them worse? Before Evan can use you to take care of his morning wood, you ghost out of bed and start to make breakfast. You start frying some bacon and the smell soon draws Evan from the bedroom. He comes up behind you and gives you a groping hug. //Uh...// Evan’s constant groping and over familiarity makes you comfortable. You note he is definitely treating you more like a //girl//friend rather than a plain friend. After breakfast, the two of you head outside and spend some time by the lake. You sit down on the dock and lose yourself in the lake’s mirror like surface. Evan startles you when he appears behind you. He has a backpack in hand and a grin on his face. “Perfect day for a hike!” he opines. “What do you say?” [[Go hiking with Evan]] [[Suggest fishing instead]]

Seconds later Mitch is inside you. “Oh yeah, you love my fucking dick!” Mitch yells in your ear as he rails you. He slaps your ass for good measure, the slap and sound of your sex echoes throughout the room. His words sting far more than the slap. Probably because they were true...but you would never admit such a thing aloud without coercion. You love the feeling of Mitch’s cock penetrating your tingling body. You are already on a plateau, a new undiscovered height of pleasure….and now you are having sex upon that mountain peak as well. Drugs feel good. Sex feels good. Together...well let’s just say you find the experience to be “more than the sum of its parts.” “Uh, uh...uh…” you can’t help but moan as Mitch pounds you. Your tight little pussy takes his cock like a champ. Soon your toes are curling while your hands atr grabbing tightly at the bed sheets. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchpounded.gif" class="center"> Mitch’s huge cock penetrates you completely then withdraws, continuing to piston within your wet hole until you are howling with pleasure. You feel like you are being completely broken and enjoying the deconstruction. Your mind, its very pleasure centers, are being rewritten and you are loving every moment of the demolition and reconstruction. [[You fear you will never be the same again]]

You are sitting across from Mitch at a coffee shop off campus. //This is super fucking weird, not only am I sitting with Mitch but there is almost a weird ass quasi-date atmosphere here! What the fuck? I wonder what the hell was going through my mind when I agreed to this...?// You take a deep breath before you speak, attempting to not browbeat or anger Mitch unnecessarily….well, as much as possible. "So, what? You're a big homo now, Mitch?" you ask your longtime bully. "Huh? Haha….no..." Mitch stammers. You follow his gaze downward to your chest. "No, Taylor, I don't think I am gay," he continues. After you cross your arms over your breasts and angrily thumb upwards a few times, Mitch finally looks up and you are suddenly struck by a detail you note. Mitch is //blushing// at you. //Wow. What the fuck is happening to me? I feel like I am in some sort of alternate dimension or something!// "I am kind of amazed I have to explain this to you, Mitch. I am a guy - and you're a fucking asshole who is also a guy. Pretty cut and dry there. I don't know what you want or expect from me but I am straight. I like girls." As your last three words leave your mouth you suddenly notice a lot of people looking at you and Mitch. A guy is laughing in your general direction and nearly spills his coffee. Mitch leans in and keeps his voice low. "So do I." "Okay, so that's solved then. Can you leave me alone now?" Mitch's face falls. He looks genuinely disappointed. "What? C'mon. Just hang out with me for a bit….we just got here, //please//. I want to spend some more time with you. You haven't even finished your coffee," he observes with a glance at your full, steaming cup. [[Drink the damn coffee]]

Mitch's exceptionally unusual politeness weirds you out immensely...but not as much as the rest of the situation. //I got turned into a fucking girl and now I am on a coffee date with Mitch. What the frick has happened to me? My priorities might be JUST A BIT mixed up,// you mentally concede. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/coffeecup.jpg" class="center"> You sigh, looking down at the cup of coffee. You did agree with to this. //Just drink the damned coffee and leave!// you order yourself. "So…" you awkwardly throw the single word out across the table. Mitch seems to be pretty embarrassed; far more nervous than you have ever seen the guy. "I am sorry I treated you the way I have, Taylor," he apologizes. "Uh huh…" Mitch sounds surprisingly sincere but you judge the chance of the statement actually being true is near zero. But who knows, maybe even demons have a kind, sensitive side. "I only really picked on you because you are fiesty. You always react and cuss...I think, in truth, I just like the attention." The somewhat sober and practical assessment makes you raise an eyebrow. "Have you been seeing a shrink?" you tease Mitch. [[Finish your coffee]]

<<popup "Mitch" "Mitch desc">> bristles. “Of course not! I don’t need any help. I just… uh… I //wanted you to understand,//” he adds more quietly. “Understand what?” “I wanted to explain why I was such a dick to you all those times. It’s my fault but I’m not a bad guy.” The years Mitch has picked on you stand as evidence directly contradicting his claim. “Why are you telling me this?” The bully swallows before answering. “Because I want you to like me.” “You’ve got to be kidding me! I hate you.” “Guh…” Mitch slumps over as if you just threw a shot put into his chest. Your words seem to genuinely hurt him. You //almost// feel bad. After a moment to recover and gather his courage, Mitch sits up. “I don't blame you. I’m sorry. I’m a piece of shit, okay? I’ll do anything I can do to make it up. Anything you want. Just tell me.” You are astounded at Mitch’s transformation. You cross your arms over your breasts. Clearly, those things are influencing Mitch’s judgement. “Why the sudden change of heart?” you ask, latching onto your coffee cup, ready to throw it at Mitch’s face depending on his answer. “Because you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen and I wanted you from the first second I saw you.” You balk. “I’m not a fucking girl!” Your words ring out above the din of the coffee shop, drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the room. You cringe under a haze of embarrassment. [[The only consolation is that Mitch seems to be sharing your discomfort.]]

You spend some time cleaning up your messy room and some of the assorted clutter that seems to have accumulated while you were preoccupied. As you change your sheets, struggling with the now too heavy mattress, you discover an old porn magazine you had stashed a year earlier. A nostalgic sense of curiosity seizes you and you start leafing through the old magazine. After a few pages you already begin to feel warm and painfully aroused. This magazine had always been one of your favourites. You can’t even begin to estimate how many times over the years you have fapped to it, and such occasions were not just during power or internet outages. //Hmm...I should probably rub one out for old time’s sake.// [[Masturbate to the old porno]]

You strip down to your underwear and lie down on your bed. You open the mag to one of your favourite pages and lose yourself in the blonde pornstar’s actions as she takes a huge cock inside her and then eagerly accepts a facial. It is just paper but the images are more than animated within your mind. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/fempovporn.jpg" class="center"> As you fantasize, your hand gradually begins to stroke yourself. A few minutes of alternating soft and heaving petting soon makes you cum. Your hand and sex are slick with your love juice. “Ahhh… That was great!” Yet, despite your orgasm, you are unsatisfied. If anything, you are only more aroused. [[Find something more arousing on your computer]]

You climb off the bed and head to your computer. You click on your porn folder, cleverly named “Old School Documents,” to deflect prying eyes. Your 5 gigs of pictures and gifs is quite amateurish compared to Drew’s hoard. You stop scrolling at a super hot cumshot pic. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/facial4.jpg" class="center"> “Oh y-y-yeah…” you moan as you furiously play with yourself. You feel yourself getting closer to the precipice of pleasure as you look into the eyes of the cum-covered woman on screen. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taymastf.gif" class="center"> [[Suddenly you stop.]]

You are again uncomfortably reminded of Drew’s fetish. //Ugh….almost as bad as thinking about my parents during...eww...// You know something feels //off//, yet you keep staring at the semen covered woman. Her blissful expression makes your cross your legs uncomfortably. You remember fapping to this particular picture at least two dozen times. Yet now, as a woman, you don’t quite get the same feeling of satisfaction or arousal from pleasuring yourself to it. As soon as you start stroking yourself to the picture, it just feels //wrong.// Suddenly you realize what your issue is. Your perspective keeps shifting, alternating between you having your cock sucked and you being on your knees doing the sucking. You can no longer tell whether you desire to be the man covering a beautiful woman’s face, or to be that woman receiving a man’s seed. “What the fuck?” //I am fucking not imagining sucking a dick! I am guy,// you mentally scold yourself. Yet truthfully, you know that isn’t entirely true. You look down at your breasts. You are at most only half a man at the moment...and your new body seems content to burn up no matter what type of image you place if front of it or which perspective you take. You flip through a few more pictures. You look at another picture of a grinning cum covered woman. //Fuck, she looks so happy too. Even if it is an act...I guess it is still kinda hot...// You pleasure yourself until you feel an orgasm approaching, with that in mind, in your final instant before cumming, your horny thoughts direct you to: [[Imagine yourself coating a beautiful face with your semen]] [[Imagine yourself as a woman receiving a facial]]

Of course you follow your instincts. In your moment of ecstasy, you are momentarily teleported back in time. In your imagination you have your old body. Cock in hand, you stroke yourself to completion. “Ahhh! Yeah, take it all over your face! Uhh….” You flop around as you orgasm, managing to click on a hot video just in time. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cutefacial.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> “Fwaahhh… Damn… I miss my dick... “ You have a long, cold shower to cool off and then pass out on top of your bed. The next day's classes seem to crawl along. After much doodling, you are finally free. You briefly go home and drop off your bag and eat a light meal. You then go and meet Drew before the concert begins. [[Go meet Drew at the concert]]

You imagine yourself as the woman on your knees. A huge cock shoots a big load of thick creamy cum onto your face. You find yourself sticking out your tongue to receive the imaginary semen as you tip the pleasure dominoes over and begin a chain reaction of orgasmic pleasure. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/facial3.gif" class="center"> //Holy fuck that was weird!// you think as you bask in the sweaty afterglow of a shockingly intense orgasm. “Did that just really happen? Did I…?” //What the hell is wrong with me?// you wonder. You look at your love juice covered hand. “Fuck...good thing this is just a fantasy...I am already messy enough as it is…” You have a long, cold shower to cool off and then pass out on top of your bed. The next day classes seem to crawl along. After much doodling, you are finally free. You briefly go home and drop off your bag and eat a light meal. You then go and meet Drew before the concert begins. [[Go meet Drew at the concert]]

You decide to go hiking with Evan. As you ascend up into the mountains with your friend, you note it feels good to stretch your legs. You find the fresh mountain air and incredible view to be invigorating. It takes you two hours to hike the ridge line. Eventually you find yourself on a plateau and you two take a break. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/hike.jpg" class="center"> When you reach the summit, you feel like a conqueror. //I did it!// you exult. It was definitely more difficult than it would have been as a man, but in truth the extra challenge had been more enjoyable than you might have once guessed. Some pleasures transcend sex and gender- and the touring the mountains was clearly one of them. You look over at Evan and smile. You are suddenly glad that you came on this trip. You feel //happy.// “So I might as well enjoy it!” “Hmm? What are you talking about?” “Nothing! Let’s go hike down to the other side and see if we can make it down to that hidden lake your dad is always talking about.” “That’s a good idea!” Evan agrees. He takes a bite of a granola bar. He sees you watching him with interest and breaks you off about a quarter of the bar. “You’re so generous!” you mock him. “What? We brought extra, get your own! Besides you are smaller now so you don’t need to eat as much of this as I do," he reasons. You shake your head at Evan and begin almost skipping down the westward trail, your energy seemingly renewed. [[Continue hiking with Evan]]

“I would rather not get eaten by a bear if at all possible!” you joke. “It is such a nice day, too… Look at how calm the lake is,” you observe, pointing out at the still water. “Oh! Let’s go fishing!” “Ugh…” Evan looks like you just punched him in the gut. “What, you don’t like fishing?” “You know I don’t! Fuckin’ fish.” You roll your eyes. “Who doesn’t like fish?” “Well I don’t mind eating one on a rare occasion but I don’t want to touch a living, slimey one. That’s gross.” “You sound like a fucking girl. We should trade places.” “Hah, you give me the magic serum or whatever and I will consider it.” “I wish it was that easy…” //But I came out here to forget about all this bullshit for a little bit...// “I just want to do something relaxing,” you insist. Evan’s face falls. “Relaxing? Aww… I was kind of hoping we could, you know… maybe...” Evan eyes you suggestively. “You’re such a creep!” “I am sorry. I can’t help it…” Evan’s disappointment is palpable. You scowl at your friend but he just smiles dopily back at you. You just want to fish and not be conscious of your changes for a day but Evan appears to have something else in mind. It seems likely that no matter what you do, Evan will undoubtedly try something //perverted.// “Uhh…. Hey, Evan...” You //really// want to go fishing but this is Evan’s vacation too. He has helped you out a lot lately and drove you all the way out here. Not to mention the Moore family owns the cabin and has let you freeload off them for over a decade. [[“Let’s actually try fishing! I want to feast tonight!”]] [[“Let’s push the canoe out!”]] [[“Let’s just take it easy and cast off the dock for now…”]]

Eventually you pause on a flat plateau overlooking a sea of emerald lakes and shivering pine trees. “Hey, Taylor…” Evan whispers as he creeps up close to you. “Ever had sex on top of a mountain?” he asks you. “No, of course not…” His perverted question causes a strange twinge inside your pussy. “Well, do you want to? I have been meaning to cross this one off my bucket list,” Evan presses you. You look at Evan’s boner straining against his pants and sigh. A part of you wants to slap Evan for his boldness, but a more dominant section of your mind is curious about how thrilling it would be to get fucked on the top of the world. “C’mon, I will be quick!” Evan insists. “I am sure you will,” you reply dryly as you slide down your shorts and underwear and present your bare ass and pussy for your friend. Evan has his pants down and dick inside you a millisecond later. Evan proceeds to fuck you hard from behind while you struggle to brace yourself on a nearby tree and remain afoot. <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evantayhike.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" height="650"></video> Evan begins to moan as his pace intensifies, his huge cock thrusting in and out of you at a blistering rate. True to his word, Evan cums inside you in no time flat. //Great now I get to hike around all day with Evan’s cum inside me...// As Evan exults over his orgasm, his softening shaft still half heartedly thrusting inside you, he leans forward and kisses the top of your head, inhaling your scent. //Ugh… I really need to have a talk with Evan and set down some boundaries and ground rules.// But you decide now is not the time for that. It is a beautiful day and it is time to //hike!// You’re on vacation and vacations are meant to be fun! [[Hike west]]

Another hour of hard hiking later you are less enthusiastic and energetic. Your little legs have been forced to make a lot of extra steps. Each stride you make comes minutely slower than the last. //Ughh..I am going to be sore tomorrow!// You then blush with embarrassment as you imagine a few more ways you might wake up with a few aches and pains in the morning. You and Evan follow the trail into a dense forest. The constant steep incline, either up or down, seems to drain your energy. Soon your calves are burning and you are about to request a break, when you suddenly turn a corner and [[come face to face with the stuff of nightmares.]]

As you and the bear lock eyes you suddenly become even more terrified and quite certain the bear means to devour you. Your fight or flight instincts kick and the choice is obvious: you run, bursting forth through the underbrush like a bat unleashed from hell. The last thing you see before making your escape is Evan’s confused expression as the bear ignores him and charges after you. You bolt into the woods, vaulting over a fallen tree and then running as fast as your slender legs will carry you. You immediately regret your decision when it becomes apparent after about ten seconds that the bear is probably at least four times as fast as you are. You don’t even want to consider the difference in mass or muscle strength. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” you howl as you run through the woods, branches and foliage slapping and clawing at your face and clothes until you are torn and bloody. Ahead, you see a possible prospect of salvation. A gnarly tree with good footholds looks like something you can maybe use to put some distance between you and your pursuer. [[Climb the tree]]

Evan has spent a lot more time in the mountains than you have. Because of this, you decide to let Evan take the lead. Yet your friend isn’t exactly what you would call a “woodsman.” You silently pray you have made the right choice, you are gambling with your life after all. You decide that you will just have to trust your friend. You bend your knees, ready to dash away at a moment’s notice. [[Wait for Evan to deal with the bear]]

You fall to the ground and do your best dead duck impression. Evan watches you fall with disbelief. You were fairly certain Evan would imitate your choice but instead he appears to vehemently disagree with your choice. You can clearly see him mouthing angry words at you. You can vaguely make out some of them: the words, “No,” along with “What the fuck are you doing?” You have a really bad feeling about this. Now you are prone and can’t even run away properly. //Oh fuck...// You //really// regret your decision. [[Wait for Evan to deal with the bear]]

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You scramble up the tree, taking your first deep breath and feeling the first iota of relief since this terrible experience began. Your relative happiness lasts only a second, for the black bear, despite it’s huge mass and ungainly form, begins to climb expertly up the tree. //What the fuck!? Oh no!// You try and climb higher but end up slipping. You feel a pinch of pain in your ankle and calf as you are pulled down, kicking and screaming onto the forest ground. You are suddenly thrown forward. You roll away into the underbrush. You feel no pain as you look down in horror at the deep claw marks gouging into your flesh. You’re bleeding everywhere, your hands, even the leaves and ground feels warm and wet. The bear towers over you and you raise a shaking arm to ward him off. It looks almost funny in a way. A child’s arm against the brute strength of one of the fiercest beasts in the world. You watch the bear’s massive paws descend on you, slapping your feeble resistance away as if it wasn’t even there. The bear attacks you and you feel like a boxer receiving the beating...//mauling// of your life. You try and fight back and scream but resistance is futile. The bear’s maw appears over your face. You are terrified but the moment is just that, a moment over and done with in a flash. The bear’s maw closes around your neck. You feel intense pressure and hear a sickening popping and gurgling sound and then all your pain fades away into withering blackness. The last thing you hear is Evan’s anguished call, “TAAYLOR!! Where are you!?!?” You are dead. Don’t run from bears and always carry bear spray. Remember that black bears are excellent climbers but are usually not aggressive unless starving or provoked. End 18: Untimely Death <<set $end18 to true>> [[Return to start|Start]]

Evan begins to slowly wave his hand at you, motioning you back. You take the hint to slowly withdraw but, just as you start to edge away, the bear’s eyes lock on to you. The bear takes a tentative step towards you. //Oh fuck! I knew I looked too delicious like this!// You feel your sense of panic growing. The bear seems to grow in size until it is enormous and absolutely terrifying. Just as your fear is about to get the best of you, Evan suddenly breaks his silence. He steps forward - towards the fucking bear - and begins to //roar// at the giant black creature. You and the bear are probably equally stunned. As the sound of Evan’s roar fades, Evan puffs out his chest and begins shaking and waving his arms. With another deep breath, Evan lets loose a second blood-curdling howl that echoes throughout the forest. Flocks of random birds burst forth and flee into the sky. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/blackbearsurprise.jpg" data-raw=""> The bear decides that you are too fierce to challenge. With shocking speed it bounds away, disappearing into the mass of trees until it is gone from sight, swallowed in the green canopy. [[Recover from your ordeal]]

Your heart is still beating fratnitcally. Your legs are shaking from the adrenaline. For a second you thought you were going to die. Yet here you are alive. You wonder if this is how a skydiver feels after walking away after surviving a huge jump. You have to admit the adrenaline rush feels good. You look at Evan and he smiles back at you, as if nothing is amiss. //Holy fuck! That was so brave...and fucking stupid! I guess that is typical Evan...// “Are you okay?” Evan asks you. You find your stomach is still doing somersaults. You nod at Evan. “Let’s head back to camp, give that bear some space,” Evan suggests. “That was...kind of amazing,” you admit to Evan. You look up at your friend. You find yourself studying his features as you walk. “We did the right thing. We should have been making more noise too. The worst part about it is I have bear spray too, just couldn’t find it this morning.” You shake your head and snap out of it when Evan catches you staring. You always knew Evan was an interesting guy...yet your interest now seems to go a little bit deeper. After Evan’s brave display in the forest, you can’t help but look at your friend in a slightly new light. [[Head back to camp]]

As you approach the cabin alone with Evan you begin to feel a level of anxiety that was not present a few hours earlier. As soon as you are through the door, Evan begins groping you. He starts to kiss your chest and then gradually leaves a blooming red trail as he slowly works his way between your legs. Evan keeps kissing and biting at your stomach until you are warm and wet. “I want to eat you so bad,” he informs you. “Hah! Go ahead. Get a taste of your own bad medicine. You remember what we did on our hike, right?” Evan’s face falls. “Oh. //Ew.//” “Yeah. //Ew// is right. I am going to have a shower.” “Sure! I will be right there!” “//Alone!//” “Awww, why? Think of the cost and time savings!” “Yeah, I am sure your motivation for joining me in the shower is part of an environmental crusade.” “But we--” “Evan, I want to get //clean// and you are.. Just //dirty// sometimes. Let me clean up, then you can go, //and then// I will let you eat my pussy because I am a nice...giii---uuuy…” //What the hell am I saying? Or thinking? Evan just fucks with my find. He is just so stupid and hot and brave and...Oh my god I have totally lost my marbles! I can’t think straight! It is too fucking hot and stuffy in this cabin! Fuck, why is it so fucking hard to breath!?// Your internal compass cannot find north, it spins around in chaotic confusion, mirroring your own turbulent thoughts. You are beginning to suspect [[your new body is playing tricks upon your mind.]]

Although it seems almost impossible, Drew’s tomato-faced blush reddens even further. “You’re right. Thanks for helping me out. Taylor, you’re such a good friend!” “Believe me, I know.” “You’re always looking out for me,” he says. You see what you think are tears of gratitude welling in Drew’s eyes. “Hey, we are friends so don’t mention it!” Drew nods eagerly. “Do you…” Drew starts a sentence but finishes short. “Hmm?” “Do you want to, uh, maybe, come over and play some AA?” “Um…” You briefly mull over your thoughts. The awkward incidents with Drew keep mounting, so it is probably best to give him a bit of space, at least for now. Still, the allure of a genuine, non shit triple A title is hard for a seasoned gamer like yourself to resist. [[Go Play AA]] [[Call it a night and head home]]x

Against your better judgement, you decide to go play //Abandoned Age// with Drew. That game is just too sweet and you are still broke and bored. Your mysterious sex-change quest will just have to wait until the hordes of evil virtual monsters are all slain. Despite the nervous tension and weird near-constant glances Drew shoots in your direction, you end up having a great time. You level up your lightning until it becomes //mega-ice// lightning...then nothing can stand before your virtual might. Drew’s design is pretty badass too, but he focuses on stats and efficiency at the expense of awesome looking special effects. You can only shake your head in disbelief at his irrational choices. Eventually you freak out when you notice how late it is. //Another day lost to gaming….fuck...// You bid Drew goodbye and speed walk back to your own house where you soon fall into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a blizzard of mega-ice lightning destroying all your foes. Mitch explodes into a cloud of bloody ice chips and you fall asleep with a smile on your face. [[The next day, at school.]]

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The next morning you arrive a bit early for class. Punctuality was never your thing, but it was Drew’s and you wanted to talk to him about a few nerdy ideas you had to optimize his character’s spells in AA. You notice Drew standing alone near a pine tree. His back is facing you and you creep up behind him. As you approach, you can hear him muttering. “I just have to say it and be blunt. I just got--to look at--her and say: “I have these concert tickets and I got them to say thank you.” Drew takes a deep breath. “And we should go together!” “Sounds pretty good to me,” you say to Drew. “T-Taylor!?” Drew spins around. His eyes bulge and he looks absolutely terrified. //Oh come on man compared to some of the gross shit I caught you doing this is nothing!// As Drew’s mouth hangs agape, you grab one of the tickets from his hand. “Whoa! //Scarface Rocket Zombies!//” //Best named band ever!// you think with excitement. “I will //definitely// go with you. Fuck yeah, some good music is just what I need.” Drew seems to have recovered somewhat. He is surprised by your eagerness. “Thanks, Drew! You’re awesome!” You talk about nerdy things for a few minutes before you are forced to split and go your separate ways. “Thanks again for the ticket! I will text you later!” [[Head to class and daydream]]

As you go to class you can’t help but be super excited for the concert. SRZ was one of your top five favorite bands and now you would get to see them live! Drew was such a thoughtful guy. You google some more details about the concert when you get home later that afternoon. “Whhhaaat!?” You are absolutely floored when you see the price tag. The concert has long since been sold out, and you see a bunch of ads placed by opportunistic assholes trying to scalp the tickets for a fucking grand each. “I //really// hope Drew didn’t pay that much…” Still, you suspect your ticket is like a nugget of gold. It is true you do look out for Drew, but that sentiment luckily appears mutual. You feel a bit guilty about even accepting such a valuable gift. You didn’t spend a dime on Drew’s birthday. “Hmm…” Still, you think maybe the concert would be good for both of you. You both like the band and are sort of stressed out shut-ins...the concert seems like the perfect opportunity to come out of your shells...at least for a bit. You text Drew that you are excited about the concert tomorrow. “Lookin forward 2 it!” “Me too!” Drew texts back immediately. You glance around your cluttered room and sigh. It takes you a moment but you eventually work up the willpower and start to clean up. [[Clean your room]]

Your topics of conversation meander all over the place, finally landing on...girls. “You have got to have some kind of interests in the opposite sex. What kind of girls do you like?” you ask Drew. Drew stares at you for about thirty seconds before shaking his head. “I-I don’t know…” “C’mon Drew. Describe your dream girl for me!” “Uhh….I-I really don’t think I can do that.” You laugh. “Why not? Try!” Drew stutters incoherently for a moment. “Well, would you prefer a big gal or a small one?” you wonder. Drew looks you up and down. “Pet-petite!” he answers, his words coming out in a split stutter. “Okay. Petite with a nice rack, eh?” Drew nods. “Hmm… And I bet you want a smart chick too, right?" Drew eagerly nods. "Yeah not sure where you will find a girl like that...” you trail off. “I can’t do this anymore!" Drew suddenly explodes. "It’s //you!// Of course it is you! It has always been you, Taylor!” “Huh? What are you trying to say? That you...//like//… me?” “I just described //you,// Taylor. You’re my dream girl. I love nearly everything about you.” “W-----hat!?” //Whoa!// Drew’s honesty shatters your composure completely. Your brain ceases to function for about thirty seconds while your mind processes what Drew has just admitted to you. [[Respond to Drew]]

Drew’s confession leaves you feeling unbelievably torn. His words make you simultaneously happy and very sad. You want to smile and weep at the same time. Drew is an undeniably sweet guy. He is just sad and lonely. //He doesn’t have to be lonely, though...I am here after all...// Which is precisely your current problem. You stare at Drew. He looks embarrassed, a bit pathetic...and maybe a bit //cute// too. After everything Drew has done for you today, you figure he deserves at least a peck on the cheek. You don’t have any money, but you do have a gorgeous body your friend seems to appreciate. You slide toward Drew on the couch, and slowly move your lips towards Drew’s cheek. Just as your lips are about to touch Drew, his face turns towards yours at the last instant. Your “kiss on the cheek” misses and lands square upon Drew’s lips. “Mmmphh!” //Fuck...oops.// You and Drew appear equally shocked at what just happened. The moment seems to draw on as you two stare at each other, lips pressed together. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/kissdrew.jpg" class="center"> //No! I am kissing Drew...again...// Yet this time is far more intimate than your display in front of Drew’s bullies. [[You pull yourself away.]]

“Hey Drew!” you greet your friend, taking a place beside him in line. Your tickets include a seat, but fuck that- you want to get up close on the floor where the real action is. //Hmm...Apparently so do all these other people.// “I have been looking forward to this,” Drew admits. “Me too.” “I don’t get out that much…” “Neither do I. At least now you get to go to a sweet concert with a hot chick!” “Y-yeah…” “Oh come on! Imagine if Evan were in your place!” Drew’s eyes go wide. “Yep. He would be doing fucking backflips. So just smile, relax, and try and have some fun. I know I will!” You are soon inside the venue. You browse some merchandise stands and find your seats while the opening bands play. They aren’t bad, but are not what you came to see. You find yourself leading Drew to one of the beer stands. “No, I don’t drink,” Drew informs you when he sees where you are leading him. Most of the time when Drew drinks he becomes even more awkward and quiet than he already is. Yet, you are pretty sure that doesn’t have to be the case. “It is all about your mindset! You’re here with me, a friend, and we are seeing a kickass band! Leave it at that - don’t overthink things. Just think, //fun!//” you encourage your friend. Drew nods eagerly. “And alcohol is the same way. If you come out feeling good and with a desire to be social and have fun...you will. Simple! If you come to brood and overthink every damn thing that is just a recipe for a bad time! So, don’t do that. Just be happy!” [[Get a round of drinks]]

You buy four beers and hand Drew two. You laugh at his incredulous expression. “What? They are small!” You head back to your seats and drink. Even Drew seems to enjoy himself after a few tentative sips. By the time the main attraction begins, you and Drew are on your fourth round. You are more than comfortably buzzed, the perfect state of mind to enjoy one of your most cherished bands. Soon the Zombies take the stage and you and Drew head down to the crowded dance floor ground level. The show begins with a bang and a surprisingly elaborate lightshow. When the music begins to play in earnest you find yourself drawn towards the stage. You soon lose sight of Drew in the mass of shifting bodies. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/concert.jpg" class="center"> “Fuck yeaaaaaaah!” you scream as your favorite songs reverberate around you. [[Enjoy the concert]]

After a few songs, you notice a guy nearby giving you a strange looking thumbs up. You give him one back and the guy laughs and shakes his head pointing upwards with his index finger. You aren’t sure what he means until you see him pointing at a young woman crowd surfing towards the stage. You have never tried anything like that before. Now, in your new, much lighter frame, it would be an optimal time to try if you were ever curious. [[Try crowd surfing]]

You suddenly find that you are very curious. You grin at the handsome stranger and use his hand for a foothold as you step into the space above the crowd. Dozens of hands reach up to grasp you, to carry you forward under the bright, flashing lights. You give in and let yourself be carried away by the tide of people. You feel like a goddamn rockstar. //I am fucking crowd surfing! Kiiiiiiiiiiiickaaaaaaaaassssssss!// “Woooooooooooo!!” With your light body, the hands and arms of the crowd eagerly spirit you around the dance floor. The hands press into your flesh but you don’t care, you’re //fucking flying!// You’re being groped and prodded but you don’t give a damn, content to bumpily float through the air while one of your favorite bands rains down glorious music around you. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/crowdsurf.jpg" class="center"> “Fuck yesssssss! This is the greatest!” Eventually, after about ten minutes in the air, you float into an area with less density and you are gradually returned to your feet. You feel completely alive, surging forth on the pleasure of a completely natural high. Another one of your favorite songs begins and you push your way towards the stage. [[Try and get as close to the stage as possible]]

“Taylor!” Drew’s voice calls your attention to where your friend has taken refuge at the edge where the standing crowd meets those who are dancing and moshing. “Drew! I thought I lost you there!” You compliment the music as you snatch one of the drinks from Drew. “I saw you crowd surfing…” Drew observes with a frown. “Lots of people were grabbing at you.” Drew appears to be making an accusation of some kind. His jealousy and concern are plainly written across his broad face. Drew’s casual disapproval of one of the coolest moments of your life annoys you. //Why does he care if someone touches me? He is acting like he thinks he is my boyfriend. Boyfriend?? Ughh...// Your beer suddenly has a bad taste to it. You appreciate Drew looking out for you but you also don’t want him to get the wrong impression. Your relationship is already pushing the bounds of what you are comfortable with. You get the feeling that unless you rebuke Drew sternly he probably won’t stop hovering around you. //Still, Drew did get me the tickets in the first place… I wouldn’t be here without him.// //For both of our sake I should...// [[Be polite with Drew]] [[Be direct with Drew]]

Your weak fingers try and pry off the molester but his grip is simply too strong. You silently wish you could bite him but his hands are unfortunately too far away. As the tempo of the music accelerates, your assailant begins to dry hump you from behind. You can feel something hard and thick poking into the crevice between your ass cheeks. “Nooo….” This is the last thing you want. You suddenly feel like you are suffocating. You are trapped. //Am I going to get raped on the dance floor?// There is nothing you can do except endure. No one else around you seems to notice or care what you are doing, all attention is on the band and the stage. The man behind you withdraws his hands and redeploys them around your waist. You feel like crying as the man slowly slides your shorts and panties down. //I can’t believe this is happening! One of the best nights of my life, is going to be ruined by some perverted asshole with no self control!// You feel the man’s cock slowly slide forward between your thighs. You can do nothing but wiggle against the press of bodies, all men, stronger and taller than you, standing like immobile walls surrounding you. “Help!” you shout as the groper’s cock presses against the opening of your vagina. [[Pray for salvation]]

You pray to a god you don’t completely believe in to save you. You want the moment to stop more than anything. To your astonishment, it does. //God is real!// You feel the press of bodies around you shift and you manage to turn slightly towards your attacker, just in time to see Drew shove the big guy molesting you aside. The people around you move in response to the disruption. The molestor, a chubby bearded guy, looks like he is about to punch Drew, yet a bizarre chain of events seems to transpire in slow motion. Drew’s eyes fall on the man’s pink cock, hanging out of his open fly. Drew’s face transforms into a look of pure murder as he mentally connects the dots. Drew pushes the guy again and the man falls backwards, knocking back a large portion of the crowd. As people turn around, they see an angry man with his penis out struggling to his feet. One of the men that got shoved looks at the molester. You can clearly see the other guy mouth “What the fuck?” Then the man’s eyes fall on the chubby fellow's dick. The first man’s reaction is soon repeated a half dozen times by nearby bystanders. The chubby guy gets to his feet and looks like he is going to slug Drew, but, just before he can, the nearby men begin to push and jostle the bully. The chubby guy nails one of the other guys in the face and a massive free for all breaks out, most of the blows landing on the pudgy molestor’s body. [[Slip away]]

You use the commotion to grab Drew’s hand and slip away. You’re pretty sure that molester dickhead is going to get his ass deservedly kicked. You briefly imagine what your reaction would have been six months ago. You are sure that if you caught a guy jerking off in a mosh pit you would probably end up being one of the ones kicking him while he is down. “Wow, Drew...you like...//saved// me…” You are genuinely impressed. Maybe your time with Drew really is helping with his confidence. Drew just gives you a sad looking smile. You feel kind of stupid. //I should have been more careful but these fucking men need to stop being such molesty-rapey creeps….// In your mind, they are definitely more at fault than an innocent girl “asking for it” by wearing attractive clothing and having the temerity to go to a concert in public. //At least Drew is a good guy...// You breathe a sigh of relief. If Drew had been even a few seconds later, you would have lost your virginity to a gross stranger on a fucking dancefloor. Drew may have just saved you tens of thousands of dollars of therapy. Maybe the mental damage tally has been evened out somewhat. The Zombies still have about half of their set left so you grab another round of “child-size” beers and enjoy the rest of the concert from the crowd’s edge with Drew. Despite your near miss rape, you have a great time. You refuse to let the actions of one creep ruin your night. At the end, the band is coaxed into an encore by a screaming crowd. By the time they are finished and finally exit the stage it is nearly one in the morning. [[Walk with Drew]]

As you step out into the cool night air with the dispersing crowds, you feel anything but tired. In your mind all the stimulation of the day, the excitement, the fear, the adrenaline, everything mixes into an chemical draught that has you wide awake. It is Friday and the weekend beckons, there is nothing stopping you from continuing your stimulating night. You walk with Drew and head towards home. The night is oppressively dark. You think about the man in the mosh pit and suddenly become self conscious. //It is dangerous to walk alone at night...// You had always had a manly confidence, a sense of invulnerability. Yet now you are nervous walking beside your friend. The thought of being alone in the dark is suddenly terrifying. You walk a few blocks and cut through campus. You reach the fork in your path where you and Drew would normally go your separate ways. You feel a steady creep of building anxiety. You and Drew stop. Drew seems a bit drunk, for he is perpetually red face, fidgeting, and smiling. //An admitted improvement over “brooding Drew.// “Do you...want me to walk you home?” Drew offers. The idea just seems to underscore your change in circumstances. No matter how hard you try and forget, it seems //other people// won’t allow you to. “Oh, we could stay up all night and play games! I got a magic relic yesterday on AA, I can add a poison damage-over-time effect now!” Drew seems quite enthused over his second suggestion. [[Go stay at Drew’s]] [[Have Drew walk you home]]x [[Walk home alone]]

It is still too early and you are bit too buzzed to call it a night. “Let’s play some AA!” you decide. Drew seems surprised at your acceptance but smiles and nods eagerly. The two of you head towards Drew’s place and enjoy a pleasant late night walk. “I am starving,” you say once safely inside Drew's place. “Me too!” Drew admits as he takes out a frozen pizza from the freezer and turns on the oven. “Mmmm, good choice!” Hmm… You still feel a tad inebriated but your buzz is definitely fading. [[Ask Drew if he has something to drink]]

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You suddenly feel a bit tired, as if a bit of your adrenaline rush has worn off and sent you crashing in its absence. Concerts are always pretty active days too, ao you are sure you will sore in the morning from all the moshing and crowd surfing...and groping...//Fuck.// You look around at the moonlight illuminated street corners. “I am going to head home,” you inform Drew. “Sure, I will walk you,” Drew offers. You realize you have been spending a lot of time with Drew lately. As awesome as the concert was, you two could definitely use a bit of time apart. //Besides,// you think, //it isn’t really that late or dangerous around the campus area.// You politely refuse Drew’s offer to chaperone you. “I really appreciate you getting those tickets though!” “It was a really good concert,” Drew agrees with a noodle-like drunk nod. “It sure was. I got to //fly// while listening to one of my favorite bands. So thanks for that, Drew.” “Can you text me when you get home safe?” Drew requests. You laugh at him. “What are you, my mom?” “No,” Drew answers. “I am just worried about you.” “That’s….” //Creepy. Sweet. Nice...// “I will be fine, look at how bright it is tonight! I will cya on monday, Drew. Thanks again for the fun night.” You leave Drew behind and start to walk home. You note the night air begins to cool off rapidly and you get goosebumps. Eventually, you reach a patch of eerily quiet street. There is no traffic or bystanders which is a bit unusual given the active campus nightlife and nearby concert venue. [[You notice a nearby bush that appears to be shaking even in the absence of even the slightest breeze.]]

“Of course! You want Coke or Sprite?” [[Suggest something a little “harder”]] [[Accept the soda]]x

“Do you have anything we could //add// to our cola?” you ask Drew. “Add to it? Like cherry syrup?" "No..." "What do you me---ohhh. Yeah, I do.” Drew waddles over to a cabinet and pulls down two unopened bottles, one of rum and one of vodka. “Perfect!” you shout as you begin to mix a couple drinks. The two of you relocate to the living room. With drinks in hand, and the smell of a pizza rising in the oven, you find it too hard to concentrate on AA. You turn it off and Drew flips the TV to a nature channel with huge-ass manatees gracefully...and kind of dumbly floating around the screen. The weird looking creatures always make you laugh for some reason. “What’s wrong?” Drew asks you. “Nothing, just these manatee things...I always used to think they were fake when I was a kid because they seem really slow and are quite silly looking.” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/manatee.jpg" class="center"> Much to your delight, the manatee on screen squishes his head into the glass of its aquarium. It is kind of cruel in a way, but you can’t help yourself from laughing uproariously at the poor sea-cow. Drew clearly doesn’t find the image quite as amusing. A timer goes off in the kitchen and he disappears for a moment before returning with the pizza. [[Eat with Drew]]

Maybe next time. Don't you know that alcohol is the cause of and solution to all of life's problems?

The two of you devour the pizza in a few minutes. With something filling your stomach, you feel your level of tiredness increase. “Do you want another one?” Drew asks you. You sway a bit and blink. //Oh, the drink...Hmmm….// “Are you having more?” “I will if you do,” Drew answers. “Oh...okie-dokie one more round!” Drew returns with refilled glasses. He hands you one and you take a sip, nearly spitting it out. //Holy fuck this is strong!// Yet rather than criticize Drew’s lack of bartending skills, you smile at him and take very small sips. “You know, what you did back at the concert there… that was pretty courageous. You just //have// to rescue every damsel in distress, eh?” you tease your friend. Perhaps Drew’s gaming compulsion had indeed saved your virtue. //Still, I don’t exactly like being the damsel...// It was much more fun to be the knight out fighting dragons than the lonely princess waiting in a tower for his triumphant return. Drew goes silent, blushing at your praise. “I really owe you one though. The concert; you looking out for me.” “No you don’t!” Drew protests, his intensity catching you off guard. “This was all to pay //you// back...not for me to rack up debts.” “I know. We are friends! Friends help each other!” “Right!” Drew agrees. Yet, after a moment, Drew’s happy expression fades. You can almost see him make the transition back to “brooding Drew.” You go to have another sip of your drink, but, to your absolute dismay, you find the glass empty. [[Have a candid drunk chat with Drew]]

Both you and Drew are obviously incredibly flustered. You begin to explain that your kiss was an accident, but before you can, Drew pulls you close to him and lays another tender kiss upon your defenseless lips. Your kiss starts out slow. You squirm and resist but not for long. Kissing...being kissed...it feels so good. Drew kisses you as if he had been waiting for this moment like this for his entire life. //Fuck, maybe he has...// Your friend's lips kiss your own, your neck, and your cheeks until you are red and warm. //This is so fucked up...but maybe it isn’t so bad.// Soon you find yourself responding to Drew’s efforts. //Oh my god I am making out with Drew!// Your presence and Drew’s boner has him in obvious distress. //Fuck. I can’t believe I am thinking about my friend’s dick...// You can tell that Drew wants you badly. Yet he is too proper, too rigid and so he resists pushing you. In fact, he doesn’t say anything, just watching you with a look halfway between disbelief and rapture. You suddenly are reminded of your maid roleplay. You recall how fun it was to tease Drew...and how liberating it was to just “act” for a time and forget the role of Mr. Roux. You know Drew might end up becoming a thirty year old wizard. //At least he isn’t a kissless virgin anymore...err….except I am the one who kissed him.// You realize your own transformation is probably stressful for your friends as well, Drew especially. No one knows how to act or feel around you...and find yourself included amongst the ranks of the confused. You look up at Drew’s red cheeks. You suddenly feel extra drunk and bubbly. Drew’s pained expression is also strangely humourous to you. It is obvious you have put him into a near constant state of distress. It might not be that big of a deal to tease him a bit...and he would probably be forever in your debt. Besides, there is just the two of you here and Drew is really good at keeping secrets...probably because he doesn’t really have anyone to talk to aside from you. //Poor Drew...// With a heavy heart and conflicting emotions, you decide to: [[Tease Drew again]] [[No! I can’t do that ...we’re both guys and he is my friend!]]x

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“Drew tonight I am going to keep pretending for you…. I will show you that your anxiety isn’t a big deal….you don’t have to be nervous around beautiful women. I am not a //real// woman...but I can help you practice your social skills.” “I don’t want you to pretend,” Drew whispers to you. You ignore him. You try and slip into the role of Taylor the Maid and find the mental experiment to be surprisingly easy. “That was //so// brave what you did earlier!” you suddenly gush. “Uh….” “You’re so //brave,// Drew. And //big// and //strong//…” “I…” “Hey, Drew,” you interrupt him. “Do you want to see something cool?” “W-what?” With a mischievous smirk and a voice screaming in your head to stop, you pull down your shirt and reveal your bare breasts for your friend. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/tayflash.jpg" class="center"> Drew nearly has a seizure in response. Despite his huge porn archives, you are certain yours are the only boobs Drew has ever seen in real life. Drew releases a shuddering breath. Drew’s anxiety makes you laugh. You suddenly feel powerful, sexy, and in complete control. [[Keep teasing your friend]]

“T-Taylor…” Drew says your name in a horribly pained voice. Your eyes fall on the obvious tent Drew is pitching in his pants. //Hmmm all men are pervs...even the white knights….maybe especially the white knights...// You throw your shirt to the ground and crawl over to Drew topless. Drew watches you with comically large eyes. A moment of madness seems to seize you as you crawl between Drew’s legs and lay your hand upon your best friend’s crotch. You can now feel the hard outline of Drew’s boner. You trace it’s outline with a slender finger. You feel so hot, so drunk, and so curious and willing to explore. “Ohh uh… What are you doing!?” Drew hisses as your hand rubs at his swollen crotch. “I am just helping you out here,” you nonchalantly inform your best friend as you open his fly and help Drew’s cock through his underwear. //I am touching Drew’s cock...Fwwaaa! I feel so weird...and dirty...// Yet the only thing you can imagine to do is continue. Soon you are staring your friend’s cock in the face. //Oh fuck! [[What am I going to do with this?]]//

You head back home, your awkward night serving as fuel for your search to return to normal. Once safely locked in your room, you dive into a rabbit hole of mind numbing topics on youtube and some very sketchy looking websites. “Minced vampire-chupacabra is an ingredient in gender-bending elixirs according to TSFTales.com! Fuck...how reliable is this shit?” You are shocked when you realize it is suddenly after midnight and all you have learned is an assortment of ancient legends and child’s tales. “Fuck...What if I am stuck like this?” you wonder as you finally crawl into bed and shut your eyes and sleep. The next morning you avoid Julie and her boyfriend in the kitchen and go straight to school. You grab a cinnamon bun from a cart and sit in a series of mind numbing classes. For some strange reason, you note Karl Marx was brought up in five completely unrelated classes. //There is definitely something weird going on at this campus...// Your classes pass by in a blur and when they are finished you are left with a familiar question. “What the fuck am I going to do now?” Every idea you have seems to be either quite dumb or lead to a rapid dead end. With a heavy heart, you start to walk home, idly thinking of possible search terms. Your list of possible explanations for your condition is still so short. As students file out of their classes, you notice Drew standing near the Arts building. Drew looks very haggard. He has bags under his eyes and looks like he hasn’t slept in days. You walk up to him and try and cheer him up but he gives you a very uncharacteristic dirty look. “[[Are you okay, Drew?]]” you ask your friend.

You lean back and close your eyes and drift into a fitful sleep. The next morning you wake up with a headache and some holes in your memory. You sit up on Drew’s couch, and notice Drew passed out on the other side. “What the fuck?” You see that Drew still has his pants pulled down. His soft, pink cock is resting against his thigh. You look down and see your bare chest, your perky B-cup breasts slightly observing your view. Thankfully you are still wearing your shorts but you clearly went topless last night. //Wait...what? What the fuck happened!?// You struggle to recall the events of the last night. “Oh no…” You have clearly crossed a serious line with your friend. With a feeling of shame, you note that one of your oldest friendships might be ruined beyond repair. You put your bra and shirt back on and stumble out of Drew’s home before you are forced to endure an awkward morning conversation. As you walk home you shake your head constantly as your memories return. What the fuck had gotten into you last night? You’re a man...yet now what? You’re kissing guys? Giving handjobs to your friends? You fear for your sanity and worry about your future. “What is going to happen to me?” you wonder. Your new body’s urges seem to be growing in intensity. All your relationships are a confusing mess. [[Head back home and search for a cure]]

//Cocaine feels too good….Cock...feels too good...// In this moment you begin to fear you may become addicted to both. “Uhhhhhhhhhh…...G-greatest...” you let a word of your frantic thoughts slip out accidently. Mitch leans in, penetrating you so deeply his huge cockhead kisses your uterus. “What are you saying, Taylor? Oh…” You blush and look away, but are unable to distance your mind from the sensation of Mitch’s insatiable cock and your equally deprived desires. “I agree, Taylor! This is the greatest! Take my fucking cock like the bitch you are.” “Hnnghh….” Mitch begins to rail you even harder until you fear your tiny frame might just break apart. Just as you are about to submit to the beckoning white light of orgasm Mitch withdraws and his glistening, swollen member holds position just outside of your yearning sex. “No more,” Mitch informs you. “What!?” you yell out in shock, your lower body squirming helplessly in protest. You were //so// fucking close to cumming. “Tell me that you love my cock,” Mitch orders you. You slouch forward and give Mitch a prime view of your round bum. You feel //so// fucking frustrated. Mitch has you completely ensnared. You’re horny and you have crazy thoughts and sensations radiating throughout your body. There is no way you can stop yourself now. With each submission before Mitch, the next one comes a bit easier. You bite your lip in effort to keep your mouth shut but it is not enough. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/prepen.jpg" class="center"> “I love your cock, Mitch,” you tell your long time bully. Mitch grins at you eagerly, rubbing his glans against your rose petal like labia. “And?” he prompts you. His rubbing is driving you wild. “I want you to fuck me with it.” “With what?” You sigh in exasperation. “With your fucking cock that I love //so// much!” you angrily shout at him. [[Let Mitch back inside you]]

With a sickening chuckle, Mitch pushes forward, sliding back into your aching sex. Mitch bangs you for a few minutes before he repositions himself. He rises into a standing position with you still impaled on his shaft. He lifts you up as if you were weightless, hooking your calves over his muscular arms. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/mitchpounded2.gif" class="center"> Mitch proceeds to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. His penis is too big. It’s too deep inside you. He’s far too violent. Yet all you do is moan and take his cock. You feel like you are being driven insane, your brain is being melted just like your too-hot pussy. Mitch’s balls slap against you as he repeatedly forces his cock inside you, penetrating you to your deepest recesses. The room stinks like sex. The gross, wet sounds are humiliating and awful. Yet you are powerless to stop the building climactic pressure building within you. Soon you are launched into the most blissful, twitching, drug and pleasure induced orgasm imaginable. As your brain maxes out on pleasure chemicals you shiver in fear. You doubt you will be able to ever match such an intense feeling again, for surely there was no peak of pleasure higher than where you currently reside. With a throaty groan, Mitch finally comes inside, his pusling cocks spraying and coating your insides with his foul semen. When he is done cumming inside you, Mitch throws you down onto the bed, like discarding a piece of trash. You can do nothing but lie on the bed and twitch as your orgasm cycles into a chain of smaller contractions. You stare up at the ceiling with eyes that aren’t quite seeing. You can’t imagine a life without ever having such an experience. Before this moment, you were living in ignorant black and white. Now you have found a world of high definition and color. “This….is the best…” “I know right? We are just getting started, babe!” Mitch says to you as he climbs back on top of you. You let Mitch use you until you are both exhausted. [[You leave at three in the morning, and endure a walk of shame home]]

No matter what you do, you cannot get your last night with Mitch out of your mind. You masturbate a lot and feel constantly frustrated. One day, while stroking yourself to a familiar dick pic, you finally manage to cum. Yet your orgasm just frustrates you further. It seems shallow and lacking intensity and feeling. You have tried to re-climb “the mountain” a few times but never again got close to the summit. You notice your phone flashing and check your messages. “Want to join me for some c c?” reads a text from Mitch. “C-C? Uh...cock and coke?” A part of you immediately perks up with the offer. //What the fuck is wrong with me!? Why am I even considering this?// “No…” You realize with a note of profound sadness that you aren’t even considering the offer. You have already made up your mind to go, the rest is just mental masturbation without a pleasurable outcome. You don’t have any other plans...or any good hookups, so you head to Mitch’s. “Hey, Taylor!” Mitch greets you with enthusiasm when you knock on his door. “Sup?” “Not much, same old.” Mitch leads you the living room. He cuts you each a nice streak of white powder on the table. “Go ahead.” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/taybump.gif" class="center"> You snort the line with gusto. Your happy world reconstitutes itself. Your color TV subscription has renewed and you revel in the glorious feelings and undulating waves of euphoria that wash over you. “Now get naked and get sucking!” Mitch orders you. [[Suck on Mitch’s cock]]

His attitude really pisses you off but you find your anger is carried away by drug induced happiness. Much to Mitch’s delight, you strip down before him and soon begin sucking his cock. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/cocklick7.jpg" class="center"> You do your best to please Mitch, putting your new skills to work. You roll your tongue repeatedly over his glans. You cup his balls and follow every instruction he gives you. Ten minutes of stroking and licking later, Mitch erupts like a volcano, covering your face with hot white lava. [[You watch Mitch grab something off the table]]

“What the fuck are you doing?” You screech at Mitch as he takes out his phone and points it at you. You are blinded by a flash as Mitch snaps a picture of your cum covered face on his phone. You laugh outright at Mitch. “You can’t blackmail me, you stupid piece of shit! Look at me, you think I give a fuck what other people think?” “That one was just to wank to later,” he informs you with an insulting tone of voice. “I thought we were past all this bullshit,” you say, trying to guilt him into a modicum of human decency. “I will tell you what is going to happen, Taylor. You are going to come over to my place every night and we are going to fuck. And we both know that you are going to love it because you are a stupid whore who is addicted to cock.” You shake your head in disbelief. “I don’t need that many drugs!” //Everything that has happened has been blackmail, or him taking advantage of me...the rest was just a trade,// you tell yourself, and the rationalizations sound good in your mind. “This isn’t about drugs,” Mitch scoffs. “It is about you doing what I say. It is super obvious you //want// to be my slut. So please be a good bitch and show up at say 9pm on weekdays and we will //hang out,//” he says with a sickening wink. “I seriously hope you are fucking joking!” you explode at him. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, inadvertently inhaling the stench of Mitch’s cum that is still covering your face. //Agghg! God damnit!// “Taylor, there are so many things you don't know. You think you’re so fucking smart, but the truth is you’re like a fucking bimbo-in-waiting! You don’t know //shit.//” Your anger bubbles to the surface. “You should just fucking kill yourself, Mitch! You are a piece of shit and the world will be so much better when you are just a stain on the ground.” [[Mitch laughs at your tirade.]]

“You’re such a dumb bitch sometimes it is hilarious. If you only knew about some of the shit I have seen--some of the shit I have been //forced// to do. You’re just a stupid cumslut and you are going to come over to my place every night and service me like a //good little girl,//” Mitch makes the last words an extra taunt, a bald-faced slap across your face. “I am not your slave,” you tell him as you ignore his bullshit and head to the washroom to clean up. You head straight to the door but Mitch stops you. “Promise me you are going to show up tomorrow.” “Fuck you!” you scream at him. “No, fuck you!” Mitch counters. He steps forward and grabs you by the throat. He squeezes until you can’t breathe or fight back. Your vision goes spotty as you fear for your life. You know Mitch could kill you in a second if he wanted too. You feel terrified and weak. “You need to learn who is in control here,” Mitch continues berating you. “It’s //me!// Now you are gonna do what I say or you and your entire family will definitely regret it. A few words in the right ear and your existence is over. //They// will come in black vans and pick you up. You will be experimented on and dissected. They will kill you after torturing and experimenting on you for a decade or two and then cut your body into tiny little fucking slides to study for generations. And if that isn’t enough and you just want to run away like a pussy...well, then your stupid friends might just have a few “accidents” around campus. Now are you going to //man-up// and show tomorrow or do I have to get //nasty?//” Mitch's threats are so serious and delivered with such vehemence you cannot doubt their veracity. With tears in your eyes, you nod at Mitch. He releases you and you gasp for breath as he shoves you outside. “See ya tomorrow, Taylor!” he says to you cheerfully as he slams the door on you and forces you out into the hall. On the way home, your sense of despair is so great you are almost sobbing by the time you make it [[back into the safety of your room.]]

You want to run away but it is already too late. You do what any red blooded man would do with a gorgeous willing babe in front of him, you squeeze your sister's breasts and kiss her back. You make out with your sister for what seems like hours. Finally Julie takes off her own shirt and unclips her bra, revealing her perfect chest. Your throat goes dry as you gaze into a mirror image of perfection. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/julietaylorsislove.jpg" class="center"> “Oh!” you shout as your sister presses up against you and works her hands back into your wet panties. Julie expertly massages your clit until you are quivering against her hand, vainly humping her fingers to push yourself towards the beckoning white light that threatens to consume you. You embrace the feeling and have the most intense orgasm of your life, shuddering up against your sister while she invades your mouth with her darting, sweet tongue. “Was that your first time with a woman?” Julie asks you with a grin as you twitch out on the bed. “Yeah…” you admit. “Don’t worry, Tammy. It won’t be your last!” Julie predicts as she begins kissing you, slowly descending down your body while leaving a trail of red blotches. When Julie gets to your pussy you shake your head side to side but she continues anyway. Julie giggles and ignores you, plunging into your red hot pussy and the copious juices that now cover everything //down there.// [[Get eaten out by Julie]]

Julie runs her tongue down your quivering, wet slit. After about two seconds, you are sure Julie has ample experience using her tongue for pleasure. “Yikes! Uh...Julie…” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/julielunch.gif" class="center"> “Mmmm….Tammy. This is way too nice of a pussy for Taylor,” Julie grumbles as she licks and rubs at your most intimate and sensitive spots. You shouldn’t even have a pussy! Let alone one that is being eaten out by your fucking sister! //What the hell has happened to me? This is like...incest...fuck….// You had always been somewhat weirded out by incest porn. Living with and seeing your family members up close on a daily basis made them horribly unattractive. Yet now you are compromised in the midst of a taboo act. You want to be disgusted, to push Julie and her practiced tongue away from your naughty bits, but you cannot find the strength to repel her. For right now, instead of your disgusting sister, you see Julie Roux, a gorgeous woman diving between your legs, and using every ounce of [[her sensual skill to please you.]]

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You decide to call Rhea and she agrees to meet up with you for lunch. An hour later, you meet her at the sandwich shop she recommended. You buy lunch and chow down while joking with Rhea. You and Rhea have always gotten along fairly well, since her adventurous tomboy personality meshes fairly well with your own. //Yet...we are both girls...weird...// After the meal, Rhea grabs your hand and begins teasing you with a playful finger. “Rhea… I have something I should tell you.” “Oh hush. Let's not ruin things with words. I just can’t help myself when I see something I want. You just seem so familiar, you know?” //Rhea... wants me? Err. I am not a thing!// “Yeah, well...about that…” Your deception by omission has made things a bit easier but also is a ticking time bomb. [[Admit to Rhea that you used to be a man]] [[Stay silent about your past]]x

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You try and explain as well as you are able. Rhea laughs at first, but as you plow on, gradually her expression shifts to disbelief… and then to evident concern over your mental health. But you refuse to stop until you have gotten everything off your chest, metaphorically of course. “So...we are friends,” you wrap up. “Things are just really weird. I am trying to figure things out while not drawing attention to myself or ruffling any feathers. I didn’t mean to lie to everyone. Please forgive me, Rhea.” “So, you’re Taylor Roux - the girl?” Rhea summarizes. You frown but nod. “You know, I am normally not so gullible but you do bear an uncanny resemblance to Julie. Your story is...pretty good too. You are either insane or telling the truth,” she concludes. “Which do you think it is?” you ask Rhea. She giggles as she swishes her long blonde hair around. “Either way is interesting to me!” she informs you with a grin. //She believes me!?// You are amazed you were able to convince Rhea so easily. //Maybe I am pretty persuasive! Hmm... or maybe Rhea is kind of gullible...// “Wow. If your story is true, you have some serious catching up to do!” Rhea remarks. “What do you mean?” Rhea grabs your hand and drags you to her house that she shares with Jimmy and another roommate. [[Go to Rhea’s room]]

maybe next time

As you step through the doorway, you begin to wonder what Rhea has in store for you. She leaves you in her bedroom and returns a moment later with a small bottle of green oil. “What is that?” “Grapeseed oil: great on the skin, awesome in the pussy!” she informs you. “Uh….” You feel yourself heating up with the mere suggestion of sexual contact. Rhea’s proximity, her big eyes and plump limps along with her fresh citrus scent is driving you nuts. There is no way you could refuse such a beautiful woman. “Lie down!” Rhea orders you with mock sternness. “Ah! Not like that. Strip first.” She shakes her head in evident disbelief at your faux pa. You strip to your underwear while Rhea stares at you. “What?” Rhea makes a flicking gesture with her hand. With your face flushing in embarrassment, you slide off your underwear and lie down on a towel Rhea puts on her bed. <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/strip.gif" class="center"> [[Get a massage from Rhea]]

You lie down on your back and Rhea pours oil on the small of your back. It feels cold, but soon Rhea’s hands heat it up as she works it into your skin. Rhea gives you an excellent back massage. “Mmmmm….Wow, you’re really good at this. Where did you learn this?” “Oh...uh, from work,” Rhea replies vaguely. Rhea grabs your shoulder and gently flips you onto your back. The frontal massage is much more intimate and pleasurable. Rhea leaves no part of you untouched. Her hands coax moan after moan from you. Her fingertips rub your areola until your nipples are hard and aching. Rhea rubs your thighs and everywhere except the place in your center where you desire her to touch you the most. Eventually, Rhea’s oil slick hands oblige your deepest desires. She starts slowly at first and then proceed to massage your clit with ever greater intensity. Rhea caresses and plays with your labia and vaginal opening until you feel so uncomfortably wet the rest of you seems to be dehydrated. “Oh. Oh. OH!” <video src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/handsonpleasure.mp4" autoplay="" playsinline controls loop="" muted="" class="vcenter"></video> Just oil, a towel, two beautiful women, and Rhea’s magical, soft yet strong hands equates to bliss. Soon you are left convulsing, your hips buck forth unbidden. Your legs and butt along with your very pussy itself twitches and spasms. You feel like your entire brain has short circuited via pleasure overload. You have never felt or imagined such an intense feeling of pleasure was even possible. It takes you a long time to recover. Rhea has blown your mind. You can’t even move. “See! I figured you needed to get //acquainted// with your new body. Being a woman is pretty great, isn’t it?” Rhea teases you. “Yeah...It is //amazing//…” [[Try and return the favor]]

In an effort to repay Rhea, you dive forward, munching on her young pussy until your face is covered with love juice. You lap up everything you can, spiraling your tongue with delicate head movements until, guided by Rhea’s moans, you find her sweet spot. “Uhhhhhhhhhnnn!” Rhea clenches up and grabs the back of your head, working her long fingers through your hair. “Keep going!” she breathlessly urges you. “C’mon, Taylor! Use that naughty tongue for something useful instead of swearing!” //Ahh… I am fucking Rhea with my tongue!// Rhea’s shuddering legs wrap around your head as Rhea rides her bucking hips against your face. You are forced to breathe through your nose, inhaling Rhea’s delightfully intoxicating scent with every inhalation. “Ummmphh! Mmmmmmmmm…” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/rheatongued.jpg" class="center"> You feel Rhea’s vagina fill with juices as her orgasm cycles. Your lips wrap themselves around Rhea’s clitoris as you gently suck on her sensitive flesh while she [[comes down from her natural high.]]

<img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/evanpose.png" class="center"> As Drew looks at the screen his eyes bulge and nearly pop out of his head. His expression is one of shock, then confusion, followed by disbelief and absolute //horror// and utter capitulation. With a trembling finger, Drew swipes the phone, revealing more pictures of Taylor. “No way,” Drew says to himself, his voice barely a whisper. The next second Evan snatches his phone back. Drew, defeated and crestfallen, turns and stumbles away without another word, clearly lost in a daze and unwilling or unable to stick around any longer. [[You return from the washroom]]

“//Holy shit!//” <img src="https://data.mopoga.com/embed/transfigure/Images/blackbear.jpg" data-raw=""> You freeze when you see the bear. The bear looks positively enraged and potentially very hungry. The bear’s lips curl back revealing jagged yellow teeth, while a trail of white drool drips to the ground from the beast’s slavering maw. //Oh no,nononononononono!// A thousand panicked thoughts surge through your mind in an instant. Your mouth goes dry as your eyes turn to look at Evan and then back at the bear. A life or death tension descends upon the three of you. It seems to be a bizarre three way standoff - no party apparently eager to make the first move. All three of you appear equally surprised and the other’s appearance. You are trying to frantically recall random information about bears. Should you run? Yell? Play dead? You are pretty sure you recall hearing that playing dead is the safest option...but that might be for a different species of bear. //Fuck!// Time is of the essence. Every second is one you could be using to distance yourself from this monstrous beast. Your heart is now thundering in your chest and pulsing through your ears until it drowns out all other sound. You want to scream, run, and fight all at the same instant. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you decide to: [[Run]] [[Let Evan take the lead]] [[Play dead]] [[Yell and scream at the bear]]

Your mother writes: "Honey, I know you are busy but please lend Sandra a hand if you can, you know how difficult Craig can be. You two seem to get along well otherwise I wouldn't even ask… Please volunteer if you have time. Or you could even send a friend if you know someone brave and patient who is looking for some extra cash. The Bells are desperate so please text Sandra if you have any free weekends or evenings. That woman would kill for any time off..." your mother continues with a wall of text asking you questions about school and random motherly worries ranging from inquiring if you are getting along with Julie all the way to if you are remembering to use protection when you bring a lady friend over. //Jesus, this is why I went to university as far away from her as possible.// Your mother had always hovered over you, but now she had greater work responsibilities and you are safely ensconced half way across the country. //Thank fuck for that.// Your transformation is already weird and awkward enough without your mother getting involved. "So basically everyone wants me to babysit Craig…" you summarize a half dozen other similar emails as you skim your inbox. [[Think over the idea]]

The prospect of some extra cash is alluring. You have always liked Sandra as well. //That lady has spunk and style!// Craig, on the other hand, was definitely an odd guy to be around at the best of times. Craig was the Bell's adopted son. Due to his biological parent's mistakes, Craig was born with fetal alcohol syndrome and some severe mental and physical handicaps. You also highly suspect that his birth parents had abused him. Although Craig was now a grown man, he still had the disposition of a child and the level of responsibility to match. Most of the time he was fairly placid and ordinary but it was plain that his brain functioned in different ways than the average person. Sometimes he seemed, well, like a few others you had seen with similar birth conditions: Craig was like an overgrown child. Craig was always in special needs classes but he definitely wasn't dumb, for there were moments where it was obvious that there was more than a glimmer of intelligence behind Craig's slightly lopsided eyes. He also seemed to possess a suprisingly good, albeit inconsistent, memory. Sill, Craig's awkward movement, crippling speech impediment, and immaturity made it very difficult for Craig to find and hold any sort of job. Those he did find he found stressful and would invariably quit. Life wasn't fair and it's lottery was often painful. You can't help but feel a bit guilty and sad as you realize that as you had been partying the summer away, poor Craig had been sick with pneumonia and a bad infection that had left him bedridden. [[Another thought occurs to you]]

//I wonder why they don't just ask Sophie...// That was the weird thing: the Bell's biological daughter Sophie was nowhere to be seen with regards to Craig's care. Sophie is a very sweet, kind hearted girl and you can't imagine her leaving her brother during a time when he was sick. Your first memory of Sophie is of her as a little blonde girl holding a giant cloud of [[pink cotton candy.]]

You feel bad for everyone involved and would usually offer to help out if you were able, although your last visit with Craig had been during the spring. //I have been slacking off lately...just been busy,// you rationalize while looking down at your breasts. You check a few more emails and find a more recent one sent from Sandra. "Still looking for someone to help watch Craig in the evenings," it reads. "Please let me know if you have ANY spare time. You're my only hope, Taylor :P" Sandra posts a Star Wars picture underneath her email to underscore the immediacy of her request. "Fuck, I feel bad now...here I just wasting time with Drew. I should offer to help but...can I even do that looking like this?" you wonder aloud. //I guess I could just use an alias and recommend myself.// You aren't sure if that idea is genius or ridiculous. You suppose it doesn't really matter what you look like, Craig has never given you any trouble and you seem to have a pretty firm grip on understanding his sometimes arcane thinking. [[Decide to help Sandra out by looking after Craig]] [[Do not reply to the messages and let the opportunity pass]]x

You decide that helping Sandra out is the noble thing to do. Besides, if it earns you some extra cash in the process, that is just a bonus. You reply to Sandra's email on your own account. You inform her that you have a friend that is very patient and great with kids. //Although Craig isn't a kid… He sure as hell acts like one.// You extol your many virtues before hesitating, drumming your fingers upon your soft lips. //What name should I use?// You rationalize it would be best to have a name similar to your own. //It might look a little weird if Taylor recommends a girl named Taylor...// "T--Tera? No, that sounds weird. I am not a fucking hippy. Tay---ammy! Tammy, hey, that isn't that bad!" "My friend Tammy would be happy to help," you write. "She is in nursing school though and could probably use a few extra bucks," you hopefully add. //There. Genius. Er… what abo