"Tyler!" Your father's voice is gritty, like sandpaper against wood. Standing in the doorway of your room, Rick glares at you, his hands smeared with black engine grease. "What the hell is this?"
He holds up the translucent bottle of X-Change pills. Your heart drops. "Dad, I can explain—"
"Explain?" He barks a rough laugh. "That should be interesting. You're spending money on more of this shit when we can barely make ends meet?"
Your mother, Martha, enters the room behind him, worry creasing her weathered face. She looks pleadingly at you, her eyes filled with disappointment, "Tyler, your father is struggling... work hasn't been good. AI cars are too advanced, they need fewer repairs."
Your sister, Amanda, glares at you from behind them. “And while you're off playing with your pills, we're all pitching in to help. I've picked up extra shifts at the diner, Mom's selling her preserves, and Dad's busting his ass in the garage. You? You're just lying there, jilling off in your bed!”
"Dad, I--"
"Save it, Tyler!" Rick snaps, his thick brows furrowing. "You're so busy messing with drugs, you don't see what's happening!"
"But, Dad—"
"No, YOU listen!" His bellow drowns out your feeble protests. "We're drowning here, Tyler. Shit's getting real out there. But you won’t notice, too busy playing with that fat ass while the rest of us are sinking."
The room falls silent, the tension unbearable. Amanda crosses her arms, a smug, satisfied look on her face. Your mother's eyes dart from Rick to you, her hands wringing as she silently pleads for calm.
"I'm... I'm sorry," you finally whisper, the weight of their words sinking in.
Rick deflates, exhausted. "We just need you to get real, Tyler. This...this isn't a game. We're a family. We stick together."
With that, he drops the X-Change vial on your bed, the pills rattling inside, a physical reminder of your follies. As he leaves, your mother follows him, a lingering, sad look thrown your way. Amanda stores one final look of disdain before following them out.
The door closes with a soft click, leaving you alone with your guilt, the vial of X-Change pills in your hand serving as a silent reminder of your selfishness. This isn’t the first time you’ve had an argument like this.
This confrontation has been a long time coming, and it's clear—you need to wake up and face reality.
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The house feels eerily silent with your family away on the cruise. Rick and Martha were still dumbfounded when the Wilsons next door had extended the generous offer. A trip together on a luxury cruise ship was not something anyone could turn down, not even your hard-headed father. You, however, had decided to stay back. The tensions in the family were high, and you figured that some time apart might do everyone some good. So, you declined politely, offering to house-sit instead of joining them.
Lying in your bed, you can't shake off the guilt. You've tried to find part-time work, you really have, but the opportunities in Summer City aren't as plentiful as everyone thinks. Some of those AI-run fast-food joints have even started replacing their staff with machines. How the hell are you supposed to compete with that?
As you contemplate your failures, your hand roams over to the bottle on your bedside table. Inside, a single pink pill gleams in the low light of your room. The rest you've sold, given the money to your folks, but this one...this one you’d kept for yourself. A guilty pleasure, and now, your last remaining escape.
You've always felt connected to Taylor, the freckled redhead, whose body became yours every time you swallowed a pink pill. Not because you saw yourself as a woman trapped in a man’s body, but because becoming Taylor gave you a chance to experience a different aspect of being human—the female perspective. It made your existence feel more holistic, more complete. With X-Change, you were not just Tyler or Taylor; you were both.
Yet, every time you transformed, you also left behind a part of Tyler. The guy whose family was struggling, who was unable to meet the expectations, who was failing on all fronts. In Taylor's body, you found a sweet respite, a break from the harsh reality. And it wasn't the easy way out. It was just...different.
Your fingers trace over the smooth surface of the capsule. You couldn't deny the guilt gnawing at you. By indulging in Taylor, you were running away from your responsibilities, from your family. But it’s not all frivolous escapism, you remind yourself. Taylor is a part of you, a reality you need to explore. But is this the right time to do so?
The pill in your hand seems to weigh heavier than before. A single pill, a bridge to Taylor, but also a symbol of the growing chasm in your family. The silence in the room amplifies your racing thoughts. You toss the pill back into the bottle, the guilt momentarily subsiding.
The creaking of the springs beneath you echoes in the quiet house as you sink into the old plaid couch. The frozen pizza, reheated in your parents' ancient oven, sits mostly untouched on a paper plate on your lap. The aroma of roasted tomatoes and melting cheese fills your nostrils, but you're not really hungry.
In the deafening silence of the house, the hum of the CRT TV is almost comforting. It's an old-school model, with a bright, clear picture and a boxy design, a throwback to simpler times. The screen flickers as images flash, characters in the sitcom you're mindlessly watching crack jokes and laugh, but you're hardly paying attention.
Suddenly, the scene changes. The soft laugh track fades, replaced by an upbeat jingle only too familiar. "Are you stuck in a rut? Need a break from the humdrum routine? Try X-Change, and let a whole NEW-U take the wheel!" (Editor’s note: ‘NEW-U’ is a subsidiary variant of X-Change)
The ad is flashy, with quick cuts of happy, laughing men turning into beautiful, carefree women - and vice versa, frolicking on the beach, dancing, enjoying a drink at a bar. The NEW-U product allows not only genders to change, but also your DNA, in case you feel like trying out a totally different body.
“Stock” X-Change - the kind you would always use, just shows you the alternate chromosome version of you, without further modification. It’s always been the one you prefer. And you just take Basic pills - 24 hours in another body is all you can really take.
"At X-Change Corporation, we believe that you deserve to experience life to the fullest! Why limit yourself to one body, one gender, when you can have it all," the chirpy female voiceover continues, as wholesome images of transformed people being accepted by their friends, loved ones, and co-workers flash across the screen.
A series of testimonials flood the screen—grinning, satisfied customers, thanking X-Change for giving them a new outlook on life, for making them happier, more content, more complete.
The ad hits a nerve. It's everything you, as Tyler, want to hear. It's everything you, as Taylor, want to be. It's a validation, a vindication of your choices, your desires. But it's also a stark reminder of the conflict between your fantasies and your family's reality.
As the ad ends, you find yourself standing up, leaving the half-eaten pizza behind. You march upstairs, past family photographs of happier times. Upon reaching your room, you snatch the bottle from your bedside table, the pink pill inside calling out to you.
In the silence of your room, the reality of your decisions weigh heavy. But the pull of becoming Taylor is more potent than guilt or fear. You pop the pill between your lips, wash it down with a gulp of lukewarm water, and in that moment, you're no longer just consigning yourself to a change of gender. You're choosing to embrace and explore the depth of your desires, the breadth of your existence, the complexity of your reality.
The transformation begins gradually, like the unfolding of a flower bud under the warmth of the sun. First, there is a tingling sensation, beginning at your scalp. You watch in awe, as your once short, locks grow longer, curling and turning to an even more luscious shade of red, that trails down your slimming shoulders. There's a shimmering quality about it—a vibrancy and a gloss that had been absent in your male form.
Next, your shoulders begin to recede, softening and narrowing—the bulky muscles melt away like ice left outside on a summer’s day. Your arms begin to reshape too, becoming more slender, more delicate, skin growing a bit paler. There's a certain grace to them now, a certain femininity in areas you’d rarely think about being gendered. Your fingers follow suit, elongating, nails growing out and shaping into an oval form, like pristine, natural talons.
You watch as your face changes next - the squaring jawline softens, becoming more rounded. Your lips plump up, turning into a lush, kissable pair that possess an intoxicating gentleness. Your prominent chin recedes and becomes softer, refining your once rugged masculine features into an attractive, feminine face. Your facial hair recedes, sucked in by the skin, leaving a smooth, freckly complexion in its wake.
The transformation continues downwards – the hard angles of your torso shift and change, your ribs adjust, curving tenderly inward, creating a slender, cinched waist. Your belly tightens—the layer of fat softens, becomes more delicate, creating a flat, trim midriff.
Your body hair begins to thin, retracting and vanishing until the only visible hair remaining on your body is at your head. Below your head, your body is left with only smooth, porcelain skin. Maybe a little “peach fuzz,” but not much.
The sight of your own dick shrinking is always a little unsettling - the familiar appendage pulls back, skin wrapping inwards, creating a fleshy bud that evolves into the clitoral hood. The balls ascend, their skin softening and darkening to form the outer lips, while the shaft collapses and visibly inverts, transforming into the vaginal canal. You feel it “sucking” The transformation from dick to pussy is as gut-wrenching as it is fascinating. Your dick is fucking gone, replaced by a pussy.
Then comes the best part - your ass. You twist in front of the mirror, your eyes widening as your once-flat ass expands. It inflates like a balloon, each buttock rounding off to form a juicy, jiggly ass. You give it an experimental squeeze, watching it jiggle in your grip. God, your ass is fucking perfect.
You're quite acquainted with the plump roundness of your female butt after taking Basics a few times, but each time, you're left in awe of the significant difference compared to your flat, muscular male butt. It's softer now, each cheek fuller than before, giving you a bottom-heavy hourglass figure. And the way it feels is cool too - like a plush pillow attached to your torso.
The mirror reflects your transformation in all its glory, displaying your pale, peach-shaped ass. You can't help but give it a good smack, just to see how it reacts. You almost gasp as your hand comes into contact with the round globe, and your fingers sink deep into the soft, fleshy mound. It jiggles in response, creating a small ripple effect. It's a mesmerizing sight…
Feeling daring, you give it another spank, a little harder this time. The sting travels up your butt, sending a signal to your brain that makes your thighs clench unconsciously. There's something naughty, almost scandalous, about spanking your own ass in front of the mirror. The very thought makes your big nipples harden.
Walking around is a different experience altogether. With a larger, heavier ass, you can feel it wobbling subtly with each step you take. The sensation is both hilarious… and kind of arousing. Both of the juicy spheres bounce and shake with their own personal rhythm.
There are some other factors about using X-Change you can’t QUITE explain, but you know from experience.
First, your perspective of the world seems slightly different - as if your female body inherently alters how you perceive your surroundings. Everything around you seems a bit larger, more intimidating in a way. You're more conscious of your surroundings, of the space your body occupies. You're also hyperaware of how vulnerable you seem.
And it’s not a bad feeling at all! Just different.
Fragrances seem stronger, more pronounced. You notice the smell of your own body, a scent that's softer, more feminine than your usual masculine musk. Even your bedroom, a place you thought you knew like the back of your hand, always seems slightly altered. There's a distinct shift in the way you perceive colors, the way you process sounds, how you react to textures. It's like seeing the world through an ever so slightly different lens.
You would never walk around in public like this though. The idea that walking around in public would draw attention to your stunning new figure is quite an anxiety-inducing concept.
The thought of heads turning, people staring at your ass, even potentially catcalling you, fills your mind with a rush of conflicting emotions. You’ve never done it so far, always stayed confined to your house.
As much as you love the thrill of transformation, there's also a certain degree of fear and anxiety. Each time you transform, it's like stepping into an uncharted territory, despite having been there before. You are aware of how attractive you are in this new body. Your willowy frame, your beautiful face, your red hair cascading down your back, and that ass—god, this ASS.
Ok, time for your first orgasm!
You start by setting up your space. You've learned over time that atmosphere is key when it comes to a proper female masturbation session. You light one of your favorite scented candles – vanilla and sandalwood, soothing and sensual. The soft, ambient glow of the flame and the intoxicating aroma instantly set the tone.
In the background, you set up some audio erotica – a romantic husky voice recounting a lurid tale. You've tried visual porn, but it doesn’t do the trick when you’re a girl. Being a woman is about the buildup, the anticipation. It's about the storyline, the gradual escalation of dirty words whispered into your ears.
Strangely, even the sound of your own breathing, heavy and desirous, adds to the play and makes you so, so wet.
Once the setting is right, you start scrolling through some sexy forum threads online. You're part of an exclusive X-Change community where everyone shares their naughty experiences. The stories of other transformees always get you going - many of them are MUCH more adventurous than you are. The anticipation begins to build up, a current of lust gradually growing stronger. But there's no rush. You've set aside hours for this and you're going to enjoy every second.
You look at yourself in the mirror. The pale skin, freckles sprayed across your shoulders and chest, the red hair falling down in waves. And your ass… jeez. It's huge, plump. You give it a squeeze, feeling your firm, chubby cheeks in your hands. It jiggles slightly and you can't help but smirk at the sight.
You cup your breasts next. They're petite and perky, capped with large, pointed nipples. The slightest brush of your fingers makes you gasp. Your hands glide down to your pussy, the folds of your labia are slick already. Your clit, that ultimate pleasure button, is already swelling with need. But you don't touch it yet. More teasing, more anticipation. You've learned that the slow buildup is key.
With fingers glistening, you take one of your plump pillows and lie down on your front. You're completely naked on your bed, the smooth sheets cool against your heated skin. Your butt is in the air, thighs spread, the pillow between your legs.
You start humping it slowly, your wet pussy leaving streaks on the soft fabric. You clutch your ass as you grind your hips, a slow, sensual dance, rousing your lust further. The sensation of your engorged clit rubbing against the pillow sends jolts of pleasure through your body.