Unforeseen Changes

Unforeseen Changes Chapter 3 -- Friday

Taylor embarks on some extreme but very sexy changes.

So, I sort of forgot about this series, it's been almost 5 1/2 years since I wrote Chapter2. But I read it again, found a draft chapter 3 fragment and decided it would be fun to go further...but I also wanted to restate the totally unrealistic premise, especially as it's been so long.

Francine (Franny) and Taylor are a professional couple in their late 20s in the Bay area of California. They seem to be pretty normal in their appearance and traditional in sexuality (hetero). Both are nothing special, in good shape, slender with brown hair and decent, runner's physique. But one day at a yard sale they buy a small statue. It (of course) had some strong magic, able to change the person rubbing it into what they were picturing. As a twist, you could only turn yourself back, if the changes were, as the statue mentally conveyed to them, "not moving you closer to your true nature." If you had transformed yourself to something closer to your "true nature" you had no power to reverse it, your partner had to rub the idol to make that happen. This of course gave your partner a lot of power, but neither Franny nor Taylor had any idea what their true nature was, making it more interesting. Of course, it is easier and more convenient when writing a piece to have a theme that violates all laws of science!

Chapters One and Two explored body and lifestyle changes. Decided to finish it up with a final few chapters and see where our couple ends up.

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Modifying Taylor, Diving into the Deep End

So, it was now a month after we had started playing with our odd statue. After changing Franny into some crazily hot women and having her make me into a hot Trans-woman, with both of us loving getting crazy and fucking like minks, we had both enjoyed going all edgy and goth for our next adventures. But now, as we had no intention of stopping, wanting more but different fun, we decided during the work week that it was time for me to experiment with my fantasies for our fourth adventure, then the following week Franny would get to take charge and embrace her own private fantasies.

We agreed I'd get some private time to figure out what I liked the best while Franny was at work on a Friday. Once she got home, if she freaked out and really hated my new look I'd change back right away, otherwise we'd let our libidos take us wherever they did, that weekend and maybe longer. It was now clear to me that we only seemed to be a traditional couple. All of our prior adventures had been pretty radical, nothing any of our friends would have expected. But nicely, and oddly, both of us seemed to want more and more extreme changes. So maybe it was true we were not a "traditional couple, and we now, or at least I, was beginning to admit to myself that we were deep down more kinky than vanilla.

Along those lines, I decided, for our fourth big adventure, to try to make the first two weekends seem tame in comparison to our upcoming transformation adventure. I decided, without telling Franny a thing, to change myself into the furthest thing from my everyday male appearance and sexuality. That wasn't just a whim. Looking back at last month, I assessed all our fun in trying to decide what to do next. While I had loved it when for our first adventure, I dramatically increased my cock's size and stamina and fucked Franny, it wasn't what I had enjoyed the most.

What I had actually loved most was what she made me into the second time, a super-hot, very slutty trans babe. I loved being this curvy creature who fucked and sucked like a pro. And it wasn't just having fun with girls, female and male partners, I'd had fun with both. Here was the oddest thing. It felt so natural that weekend to not be fully male any longer. I had even deliberately sought out sex with guys to expand my horizons, and came so hard, crossing all sorts of sexual lines that Taylor the cis guy would never have dared.

And most interestingly, I definitely enjoyed all of my adventures, but surprised myself that I absolutely reveled in being super feminine. I had been intrigued that as a trans woman I had loved being so raw and extreme. I had literally loved all the slutty acts that I was part of with and without Franny. But I also was fascinated by the other aspects of being a hot girl, the clothes, and the feeling of stockings and lingerie on my shaved body. As a gurl I'd not just worn a woman's clothing. From the first minute I'd frankly adored the feeling of a lacy or leather piece on my hot body. It was so much sexier and more pleasurable than being a male.

And again, being honest with myself, the sex as a gurl was just amazing, different but probably better than my years of experiencing sex as a hetero guy. I had surprisingly loved having all those hard cocks between my lips during that weekend. The feeling as a warm cock pushed past my tongue, into my throat, as Franny had clearly wished to remove my gag reflex, was not scary, it was empowering. In fact, having more than one big dick rubbing against my sexy face, as I was on my knees between two guys, was a massive turn-on. Interestingly as I thought back, I had to work very hard not to cum as I was sucking all those big cocks. It had really aroused me. My own cock oddly got super hard as soon as I had another guy's hard dick in my mouth.

And as almost an omen of how insane I was going to get, from the first blow job, being intimate with another guy wasn't a big deal. And it wasn't just touching, stroking, and sucking on those hard cocks. I had immediately also loved kissing guys, the rough faces, the strong dominant tongue action. And the best part of my transformation by Franny was the taste of a load of hot cum. I literally could not get enough of guys' cum. Whether swirling it around my mouth and swallowing it or letting it splash all over my face and chest and rubbing it all over like skin lotion, I loved everything about a guy or crowd of guys shooting their jizz all over me, including how it looked in the pics my partners took.

And my fun hadn't just been about sucking my first cocks. What Franny didn't know was since It had also felt super good to be fucked hard and deep in my tight little ass, I knew deep in my heart that I wanted to try out the complete deal, not just taking a guy up my ass as a Trans Gurl. I wanted to have a tight shaved pussy, so I could ride big, hard cocks, and then, if I felt like it, let a second guy pound my cute ass to make me airtight. I wanted big, inflated blow-job lips, ready and sometimes frantic to suck dick. And I wanted something no guy could have; I wanted to be multi-orgasmic. My first taste of feminine sexual adventures wasn't a turn off; it had tantalized me. Now I wanted so much more, so was determined to change into an extremely hot chick, with no limits on my body or sex drive.

So this weekend I was going all in. Very deliberately I was not holding onto any part of my masculine identity or anatomy but totally embracing this very different vision of Taylor. I was going to abandon all vestiges of my maleness and deliberately, as a complete woman, seek out any possible flavor of sexuality and kink as an amazingly hot, slutty babe. I didn't tell Franny any of my physical and sexual vision of who Taylor would be for the weekend, including my very ambitious plans to be a world-class slut the very weekend I transformed myself. I guess I'd see if she liked it very quickly after she got home.

Teasing her a bit, I had simply said I was going to surprise her when she came home tonight. And she knew that after she made me over into a hot gurl, to steal a phrase from Katy Perry, I'd liked it, she'd perhaps have some inkling of what I was planning to change into. But I was planning to go much more extreme than hopefully she anticipated. My last changes had been all from her kinky fantasies, this was my chance to go all in on my desires, made real by that formidable little statue. I was guessing she knew I'd had fun as a gurl but probably had idea how much I'd loved that weekend as a sexy trans slut.

So, alone for six hours till Franny got home, I began the modification game with the statue. I looked at the little idol on our bedside table and imagined all my changes to make me a super slutty bimbo, just with all my intellect intact. No longer a slender young executive, with short cropped brown hair, and very average male equipment. I had thought to myself, what if I went as far to the opposite end of appearances and behaviors as possible. I had pictured my total opposite as a female. But I wasn't going for some tall, rail-thin trendy fashion model. Instead, I wanted to be a short, slender, very curvy, highly sexualized, insatiable chick.

I was a very visual guy, like most men, so first reviewed in my mind the sexiest strippers Franny and I had seen when we'd hit some Vegas strip clubs and, on my laptop, the hottest porn videos I'd loved. That helped me, in my mind's eye, picture my average male body changing into a chick who would be the totally the epitome of a big titted, tight assed, big hair, blonde stripper porn star. I knew I couldn't alter my age, but I figured the idol could change my physical age. So, I imagined a body that was not just hot, but physically barely twenty-two. Then thinking of risks, I wanted to be immune from any STI and not able to get pregnant.

Oh, and I wanted to make myself aerobically super fit and beyond just being the hottest girl in the club, knew I needed to be for sure multi-orgasmic. And I wanted to be someone who came hard not just being fucked in my pussy or ass, but also as I sucked dick and had my breasts worshipped. And of course, to be a world class lover, I wanted no gag reflex and a long tongue. That way I'd be able to swallow the longest and thickest cocks, making any guy happy. On a roll now, I wanted to be able to go all weekend, so wanted my holes able to painlessly take the biggest cocks deep up my tight pussy and tighter ass. Basically, I wanted to be able to get enjoy any type of crazy sex with zero risks. Keeping that all in my head, now ready I grabbed that weird little idol.

I was thinking, as I held onto that idol, really concentrating now so the idol understood exactly what I wanted, what about if I was inhabiting a hot body that had been tweaked through surgery and exercise for sex? And I wasn't just rocking a really cute hot body. No, I needed to be dressed to show that I was all about showing off and enjoying my body. All of that was central to my vision and goals this weekend of experiencing the most non-stop and extreme sexual adventures possible. So, I focused hard and pictured all of what that implied as I held onto and rubbed that little yard sale idol.

More than ever before the idol seemed to possess me, the instant my hand closed around it. This was something I'd never felt before when I'd grabbed the idol. It was as if electricity was running over my skin, not painful, instead mildly pleasant though pretty odd. And that wasn't all, there was a deeper huge wave of pleasure starting in my toes and running up to my head. I felt an entire change in my personality as I was guessing literally everything I had pictured that I wanted to be was causing the idol to glow brighter than ever before. As what I hoped was a good omen, the changes transforming my body were now so pleasurable it almost felt like a string of mini orgasms washing over me.

I hadn't been expecting these feelings, but from past modifications, I had been cautious when I grabbed the statue. Knowing how disconcerting the changes could be, I had laid down nearly naked on our bed. I mean I didn't want to fall over and knock myself out. I wanted to use every minute I had with my new hot body. With what I was feeling, it was a really good thing I was sprawled on the bed I thought. I hadn't wasted any time as I knew I needed to play all day before Franny got home to explore and get comfortable with this new Taylor. Today was a free day, as I'd already done my forty hours of work, so I was done for the week.

As I said, while rubbing the statue, picturing my new look and my mindset, after the pleasant electric feeling across my skin, now I felt massive waves, like nothing before, roll over my body. Very positive feelings came off the idol, almost praise for what I was seeking. Odd images were flashing across my vision, even though my eyes were closed. Nothing I had ever done or imagined looked as raw and sexual as this almost porn video loop I was seeing. This total transformation was actually too much, and I must have passed out. Slowly I awoke again and glanced over at our bedside clock. It felt like I'd only been asleep a minute, so I was quite surprised to see it was now fifteen minutes later.

Without even moving, just breathing in and out deeply, I could happily tell I was now in a radically different body, with very different and very strong urges and desires. The idol seemed to have exceeded my wildest thoughts on what I should look like. I had been lying there with only some shorts and flip-flops on my bare feet. Now everything was different. I felt hot and feverish, or to be blunt, almost uncontrollably horny. I was still wearing clothes, but a totally different, very feminine outfit, from my normal lounging at home clothes, to say the least.

I noticed I was still wearing just a bottom, but it wasn't a pair of ratty shorts. My bottom was a hip hugging, black lacy G-string. As I rolled over onto my knees, ready to try to stand up, beyond realizing my breasts were heavy, big, and round now, I saw the thong barely covered my new, shaven, pussy. The lace seemed to just barely extend past my new large dark red pussy lips. And the feeling of that little bit of lacy fabric on my bare pussy lips was already getting me moist. Everything that touched me seemed to arouse me. I literally could already smell the spicy scent of my juices, and I loved it.

And boy, my footwear was different too. My feet were no longer in flip-flops, but seven-inch, red soled heels. I just knew immediately, though the old Taylor would have had no idea, that I was in black Louboutin ultra-high heels. The two-inch platform would help make them at least barely walkable, but who cared? They were the hottest things I'd ever worn. I also suspected that as part of the idol's work I'd strut around like a model on a catwalk without any effort.

I was rapidly coming out of my transformation fog and already felt better. In fact, this body felt better than I'd ever dreamed a body could feel. I pushed my heels off the bed to stand up, feeling my much lower center of gravity and the weight of my curvy ass and massive chest. It was odd, I was standing in these skyscraper heels like I was born in them. And the heels, higher than Franny had ever worn, felt totally normal, not unsteady, or hard to balance.

I was fascinated that as I began to move, I had a naturally sexy walk. I automatically began swaying my hips as I basically strutted over to our big bedroom mirror, one foot in front of the other as I walked. So yes, the idol had made changes that I hadn't even thought about. As I looked into our mirror on the back of the door leading into the master bath, I grinned like the happiest woman in the world, because I kind of was that happy. I was shocked, turned on, and wondering if I could live up to this body's potential.

Wow, I was no longer anything resembling the old Taylor. I was now a very thin, but just like I wanted, very curvy, tanned blonde. I had a massive amount of bright, wildly curly, platinum blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of my back. That eye catching hair framed a much different, sexier face. Not only was my face thinner and totally feminine, but I also had some very thin plucked arched brows and already a heavy layer of make-up, with long thick lashes and big plump blowjob lips. My eyelashes felt really heavy on my eyelids. I realized that the idol had given me thick and very long eyelashes. And I no longer had just one earring in my right ear. I now had five holes in one ear and four in the other. The big silver hoops in the bottom holes screamed slutty party girl!

The idol didn't just have great power; I knew that from the last two weekends. But what I was realizing, after seeing this most recent set of impressive changes, was that it seemed to be at its best with the more extreme and the openly sexual changes. As this new Taylor, I was no longer a tall slender man, I was now at least five inches shorter. Though with the seven in inch heels I was taller than before, I estimated without the heels I was at most 5' 5". That shorter stature worked with my frame, as I was also much slenderer now.

And that tiny torso and narrow waist made my new tits seem all the more massive, jutting out from my new narrower frame. And they were clearly tits not breasts. Big and round, though all natural, they looked totally fake, maybe a D or even a DD cup size. My nipples matched my big boobs, quite big and hard, sticking out like two long wide erasers. My boobs didn't sag one bit, and my back felt no pain, it was somehow super strong. I hadn't thought of that, but I knew it was an important extra change the idol had clearly taken care of. That much stronger back and gravity-defying boobs were going to be fun. But my immediate practical thought was that meant I could go braless or use any kind of bra I thought looked sexy or even better, slutty.

Slowly turning around, I saw that my ass was also much rounder and fuller, not the muscular runner's ass I had sported as the male version of Taylor. My ass topped some very fit and shapely, but clearly shorter, legs. Experimenting a bit more I quickly spun around to see my profile from one side in the mirror. I was already totally comfortable on those towering heels like I had been stripping on stage for years. And the mirror confirmed my body was really perfect for stripping or pole dancing, as I was both somehow curvy with big tits and a nice round ass, and very thin. I had a feeling I'd be the star performer at the best strip club in Vegas without any real competition.

But thin as I now was, I still looked very feminine and sexy, not androgenous, especially with my massive new rack. I was guessing I weighed in at no more than 110lbs on that shorter frame, and it felt like twenty pounds of it was my big new boobs. Happily, in another change I hadn't thought to ask for, not only were my arms and legs super muscular, as I picked up one leg and stretched it all the way up till it was nearly to my shoulder, I realized I was amazingly limber. Every time I moved or looked at myself in another way, I was picking up on changes the idol made that I hadn't thought of or asked for.

As all my fat tissue seemed to be concentrated in my chest and rear end, I now had six pack abs, giving me a new very narrow waist. All in all, I had to admit, I oozed sex. My sisters and mom would have sneered at me and labeled me a skanky slut, but I was adoring my look already. I had no need to grab the idol again and tweak the first changes. And crazily, actually transforming and seeing the results made me more determined to be a total wild slut this weekend! Maybe it was too much self-love, but seeing my new body had my nipples and clit hard. To match that I could feel that my new pussy was wet. Now I was afraid, more than just a little, that Franny would force me to change back, that I'd freak her out to much as a hot slutty platinum blonde.

I was a little worried as bluntly, I looked like someone more at home in a strip club or on the set of a porno movie than in a split-level ranch in Silicon Valley. But for me, it was very validating, easing one of my big concerns. My curvy, slutty body didn't freak me out, I already loved looking like I now did. I had no qualms or negative thoughts, I thought I looked fantastic. Also, I was also not anything like Franny at all, other than we both now were about the same height with boobs and sexy pussies. I stared into our mirror and had a catty thought; I was now hotter than my wife with this transformation. I totally wasn't sure how she'd react to that result of my changes.