John was sitting at the computer in his dorm room, going over his notes for tomorrow’s test, when he heard a knock on his door. He frowned at that – his roommate was at class right now, and his girlfriend wasn’t supposed to come over until later – but nonetheless he shrugged and went to answer it. When he opened the door, however, the hallway was completely empty except for a small package that had been left right outside his room, addressed with his name but with no sign who had sent it.
John was an unassuming college guy, 19 years old, of average height and slightly on the skinny side, with short black hair. He was in decent shape but not terribly athletic and he did solidly in his classes; most people who knew him liked him and he was happy about his relationship with his girlfriend Sarah, but he had no idea who’d sent this package. Was it a joke? Closing the door behind him, he went in and sat on his bed and opened the small box. His bafflement only increased when he pulled out the thing inside – a perfect replica of a penis, made from pink plastic and decorated with odd symbols along the side.
“What the hell?” John asked, holding the dildo up. “Is this someone’s idea of a joke?” If so, it wasn’t really funny, more just… weird.
While John was busy thinking about who might have sent such a thing, the symbols along the dildo pulsed once brightly. Suddenly, he found his attention pulled back to it, and felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to strip. Before John even realized what was happening, he’d pulled off his jeans, underwear, and his black t-shirt and they were lying in a pile on the floor. He picked the dildo back up, and felt his own cock suddenly stiffen to a fully erect state.
Thoughts of Sarah and the last time they’d had sex flashed through John’s mind, but strangely, something seemed… wrong with that image. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t picture himself – instead, he could only imagine Sarah in bed with… another girl? She wasn’t a lesbian, was she?
*She could be*, a voice seemed to whisper in his mind. *So could you. Aren’t you tired of your male body, of living the life of a straight man? Don’t you want to feel the intimacy only two women can know? *
*Yes*, John thought, almost in a trance. *Yes I do. But how? I’m a man.*
*Let me show you*, the voice whispered. John’s hands clutched the dildo even tighter, then steered it down towards his crotch, rubbing it against his own throbbing member. As he did so, his body began to change, the magic reshaping him into his own mental image of what a lovely lesbian should be.
First he shrank, losing several inches of height. Then his legs lengthened and lost their hair, becoming smooth and shapely with thick, muscular thighs; his feet became dainty with red-painted nails. His ass expanded into a plump pillow as his waist contracted, and then his tummy smoothed into a taught, athletic stomach. A tattoo of a rose appeared, tracing its way around his navel. His arms also slimmed as his fingers became long and delicate, with nails that lengthened and gained a sheen of red polish. The changes flowed up to his face, which became soft but strong as his stubble vanished and his limps plumped, his hair styling itself into a black pixie cut. Then on his chest his nipples puffed up, growing and darkening, as the flesh beneath them expanded into a pair of small but firm and well-formed b-cup breasts.
Finally he felt a burst of intense pleasure in his crotch as his cock became rock hard and then solidified, becoming smooth plastic. It fell away onto the floor, revealing beneath it a feminine slit topped with a small patch of black hair. No sooner had this happened than the dildo slipped inside, and he – she -fell back onto the bed, thrusting deep inside and bringing herself to climax with thoughts of Sarah as he mind filled with years of lesbian sexual experience.
Finally, panting, she sat up. John was now Jean, an athletic black-haired lesbian college girl. Jean remembered being John, but found it didn’t matter now – she fully embraced her new identity and couldn’t wait to share the joys of girls’ love with Sarah, and maybe with others. She turned to her clothes and found that they too had changed; her jeans became tight and formfitting, her t-shirt became a black top that would expose her arms and midriff, and her underwear became a set of lacy bra and panties.
She’d just finished getting dressed when suddenly, the door opened. Apparently John had forgotten to lock it. It was…