Alana panted as she felt hard cock pounding her pussy. She bucked her hips eagerly as she felt the hard rod move back and forth and as she massaged it with her vaginal muscles.
Suddenly everything changed.
Alan suddenly had an awareness of his male life. And as he felt the cock titillate his insides his memories of his his old life cane flooding back. His vaginal muscles constructed unintentionally around the hard cock as he tried to understand the swinging weights on his chest.
Alan gasped. And then he screamed as his pussy orgasmed. He reached up and pinched his own nipple on his chest as he felt the penis inside unload a giant flood of jizz into his pussy. He orgasmed again. He fell forward onto the table, pondering why he had tits and why he was female. The spunk ran from his cunt down his thigh. He... no... she... because he wasn’t a he anymore and for some reason he was okay with that...she sighed and looked around the restaurant. The orgy was dying down and most of the other patrons seemed as confused as her.
The pregnant woman was freaking out as her lesbian lover tried to calm her. Her lover rubbed her belly and tried to say “this will all be ok”
Alana’s friends were pawing at their bodies, cupping their own tits, tentatively fingering their pussies, just as surprised to be be female as Alana was, but somehow accepting. Alana sighed.