Jess couldn't believe it fucking worked.
He spun in the mirror, mouth hanging open as he stared at his new body. He let his now dainty hands roam over the soft, smooth skin, naked and tanned, down his stomach then back up the inward curve of his waist. Sure, the label had said it would work overnight, but he'd never actually expected some weird drug he'd ordered off the deep web to actually give him a female body.
"Holy shit," Jess gasped. He leaned in, studying his reflection; his face still looked like his, just a little slimmer, lips fuller, no stubble, and his hair had sprouted into a messy chin length bob. He pushed it back, unreal to see that same pattern of freckles that had always been there now curving onto high cheekbones and an upturned nose.
Jess jumped a little, watching his tits jiggle—they were kind of small, but undeniably there and real. He reached up a hand and squeezed, eyes fluttering shut at the feel as he rolled them under his palms, nipples hardening. He looked down, pinching lightly at the pink buds, and gasped out loud at the tender, electric twinge it sent through him, all the way down between his slender thighs. "Oooh fuck, that feels so good!"
Jess swallowed, face flush as he turned as glanced over his shoulder to see his ass. He grabbed a handful, the feeling nothing like the skinny flat ass he'd had as a boy. He slapped it once, then switched to the other side to smack the right cheek. Bending over forward, he could see his asshole, then the pink folds of his bare pussy. He moaned at the sight, sex throbbing. "Fuck, I have a pussy—that's so hot."
Jess had always wondered what it would be like to have a girl's body—didn't every guy wonder that, at some point? When the package had turned up the day before on his parents' front porch, he'd barely remembered buying it while drunk off his ass on some shady website the week earlier. He knew everyone would be out of the house that Saturday, his mom and step-dad off to the lake house for the long weekend, and Ian was supposed to go to some all day music festival with his friends. The perfect opportunity.
Jumping into bed, Jess planted his feet against the sheets, knees bent and spread as he trailed a hand down his body, teasing between his breasts and down the length of his ticklish tummy. He gently cupped a hand over his cunt, and when he trailed a finger up his slit, it came up wet. He bit his lip, spreading his pussy with one hand and then barely whispering a fingertip over his clit.
"Oh, god!" he shouted, electric current zinging up his spine—he'd never felt anything like it before, bucking up off the bed. He moaned, falling back and trying to control himself better as he teased around it, hips moving on their own accord in tiny circles.
"Jess, your mom wants to know where—"
The door banged open, and there was no time to do anything as his step-brother Ian stared at him from the doorway. Jess froze, eyes as wide as saucers as Ian stood there, gaze traveling over Jess's naked body, one hand between his legs and the other gripping one of his breasts.
"Jess?" Ian balked. "Is that you?"
Jess sat up, yanking the sheets around him. "You were supposed to be out with Todd!"
His voice, he noticed, was a lot higher now.
"We came back—the show got rained out," Ian said, but his voice was distant. He braced a hand against the top of Jess's dresser, knocking over the bottle still perched on the edge. He caught it, years of baseball having honed his reflexes, and frowned at the instructions on the label before looking up again. "Did you take something to do this?"
"Don't tell my mom," Jess begged. "Please, please, please don't tell." If his no nonsense, church-going mother found out her son had ordered drugs off the internet to temporarily give him a female body so he could masturbate...god only knew what she would do to him.
Ian's eyebrows shot up, and his mouth curled into a cruel grin. They had never really gotten along; Jess and his mom had moved in at the beginning of high school right before the wedding, and Jess and Ian did nothing short of terrorize one another. They fought, wrestled, locked each other out of the house, planted empty beer cans in each others' rooms—a never ending slew of pranks and torment, even now five years later.
"Yo Todd!" Ian called over his shoulder. "Get in here!"
Jess's eyes widened, and he shook his head furiously, wrapping the sheets tighter around his still flushed body.
Todd's voice echoed down the hall, "Dude, seriously, I'm starving—holy shit."
Todd stood in the doorway, staring open mouthed at Jess on the bed. Jess had covered himself, but it didn't seem to matter much—he was clearly naked.
"It's Jess," Ian snorted. "Fucking idiot took some crazy drugs and now he doesn't want me to tell Hellen about it."
"No way," Todd said, pushing further into the room. "No way! It is Jess! Look, she's got the same freckles and everything!"
Jess backed up to the wall his bed was pressed against, breathing heavy when he heard the shutter sound of a phone camera, his eyes snapping up in time to see Ian taking a picture of him, then another picture of the bottle he'd knocked over.
"If you don't want Hellen—or anyone—to find out about this, you're gonna let us do whatever we want to you," Ian said, smirking. "Todd, grab the sheets."
Todd snatched a corner up and gave a hard tug, ripping the sheets away and leaving Jess naked on the bed in front of them. He trembled, the two of them staring at him as he desperately tried to cover his cunt and tits with only two hands.
"Don't be shy," Ian said, pulling up Jess's desk chair and sitting just a few feet from the bed. Todd followed suit and sank back into the old beanbag chair on the floor. "You were rubbing yourself when I walked in—don't let us stop you."
Jess swallowed; maybe that would be all he had to do. Just play with his new body a little, and then they'd leave. He could do that—hell, it was even kind of hot to think about. Todd was super good looking, always had a string of pretty girlfriends that fawned over his dirty blond hair and green eyes. And Ian was...Ian. He would never admit that Ian was hot, but Jess had seen tons of girls sneaking out from the house during the early hours of the morning all throughout high school. Jess guessed he was okay looking, with huge brown eyes and dimples.
Jess spread his legs, back against the wall, fingers circling his nipples. He shut his eyes, trying to concentrate on the feeling pleasure instead of their eyes on him. Staring at his naked body, watching him touch himself for them. He bit his lip, rubbing the hard peaks slowly, a small moan slipping out.
"Oh fuck," Todd said. "You like that, huh? Look at those pretty little titties."
Ian snorted. "They're fucking tiny, bro—she barely has any."
"Neither did Tanya—you never complained."
Tanya was Ian's ex, pretty and petite with a pixie face and boyish hair. She never wore a bra, nipples always poking out from her tiny croptops. Jess had jerked off to the sound of them fucking a couple of times, unable to help himself when Tanya made such cute sounds and Ian talked so dirty it made even Jess blush.
"Stop messing around," Ian barked, grinning. "Touch your pussy like you were doing when I walked in."
Todd leaned forward, watching as Jess slid a hand down his body, between his open thighs. He traced his lips, still wet, up and down the folds with his middle finger. His clit ached, begging to be touched as he ran his fingertip around it, hips rocking just from teasing himself. "Ooooh," he moaned, unable to help it. He realized the tiny huffs and whimpers he was making were embarrassing, and bit down on the index finger of his free hand to keep them from spilling out.
When he finally pressed a finger over his clitty, his back arched, mouth moaning around his fingers. His teeth let go where they were digging into his knuckles, and slid two fingers entirely inside his mouth instead, sucking slightly as he rubbed his clit for the first time.
"Look at her sucking her fingers—you wish it was cock, don't you, you naughty fucking bitch," Ian said, voice low. Jess moaned, fingers rubbing in a long, slow swirl.
"So fucking hot," Todd said. "Spread your pussy for us, babe. Let us see how fucking wet you are."
Jess hesitantly pushed his lips apart with his middle and index fingers, showing Todd his dripping cunt.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You're soaked just from having us watch, aren't you?"
Ian stood up and walked over to the bed, climbing on as he hooked Jess around the waist and pulled his back flush against Ian's hard chest. Jess struggled, trying to crawl away, but Ian had his arms, and then Todd was kneeling on the floor in front of them, locking Jess's ankles to the edge of the bed.
"Nooo," Jess cried, feeling hot tears well up in his eyes. "Please, don't—"
"Relax," Ian said. "We just want to play a little bit...make that cunny feel good."
Ian's hands came up under his arms, grabbing at Jess's tits and squeezing before pinching a nipple in each hand and flicking his middle finger over the peaks mercilessly.
"Oh fuck!" Jess cried out—when Jess touched himself, he knew exactly what his fingers would do before they did it. Now that Ian was in control, each flicker and pinch and rub was unpredictable.
"You know, in this body, you're technically a virgin," Ian said against his ear. "I've never fucked a virgin."
"That's 'cause all the girls you hook up with are sluts," Todd laughed, large hands stroking up and down Jess's thighs.
"We could probably turn Jess into a slut—look how sensitive she is."
"Please, stop," Jess whined. "I'm not a girl! You know I'm not a girl!"
