John's friendship with Matt had been strained ever since John had started dating Tiffany. Matt had tried to date Tiffany more than once, and it never seemed to go anywhere. And John knew he probably shouldn't have started dating her. But there was no denying how attractive Tiffany was, and one night in bed with Tiffany and John's guilt for dating his friend's crush was gone. Still John made an effort not to talk about her to Matt.
When John had arrived at Matt's, he was a little surprised. Matt had said he was having a bunch of people over to watch the game. But when John arrived he was only person there besides Matt. And there was something off about Matt. He was in a good mood, but there was just something about the way that he was acting that gave John a suspicious feeling. And to make matters worse, John's cell phone wasn't getting any reception, which was more than a little odd. But Matt kept assuring John not to worry about the rest of the guys.
Trying to relax, John was easily convinced to take the beer that Matt offered. Drinking his beer, watching the pre-game commentary, John was overcome with a sensation he had never felt. He wasn't sure if he was going to get sick or if he was having cold sweets or what was happening. Getting up to go the bathroom, when John got there, he couldn't believe what he was seeing in the mirror. He watched as his hair seemed to grow at an alarming rate until it was passed his shoulders to the middle of his back. But then John thought he was having a sinking feeling... no, it was shrinking feeling. Watching his reflection shrinking in height and size, there was no other way to describe his look but petite now that he was barely 5' 4" at best. Stripping off his shirt and pants to better see what was happening to him, he could only watch in wonder as his body started to develop some distinctly feminine curves. As breasts formed and ballooned out of John's chest, he was grasping between his legs feeling his manhood withdrawing as he could feel his hips and legs rounded and took on a shapely form as his waist narrowed.
Staggering out the bathroom, John gasped and called to Matt, but was surprised how breathy and sexy his.... her gasps were sounding. Looking up John was surprised by the wide grin on Matt's face. "You took Tiffany, you knew how much I wanted her. But now... now I found a new way to have the woman of my dreams. What do you think of your new body? I was hoping your tattoos would have faded with the change, but on that sexy little frame of yours... they are actually kind of sexy."
"What you...? But how?" John's mind was reeling trying to understand how he had suddenly transformed into a woman. And now knowing that Matt was behind as some kind of revenge for John dating Tiffany. "I may be a woman, but I still have the mind of a man, I am not going be your little...." A new sensation was washing over John, it was so strong and pleasurable John didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence. Overwhelmed with the erotic, nearly orgasmic sensations flooding John's body, grabbing her new breasts, John could barely remain standing.
"Ah, I see the second phase of the change has finally started. I was starting to get worried there for a second." Matt watched knowing this was just as important as the physical changes. "Your name is now Wendi. You understand, Wendi? And you have and always will have an overwhelming lust and obedience to me, my submissive little pet." Wendi was still gasping from the pleasure that wasn't stopping and could only nod that she understood what Matt was saying. "I suppose I could make you forget that you were ever John, but... no, I like you knowing. It helps you understand the power I have over you. But you can never say your former name again, and you will never be able to tell anyone what I have done to you. Understand, Wendi?"
As the sensations finally started to subside, Wendi looked at Matt. It was almost a confused expression. She was trying to hate him for what he had done to her, she knew she should. But seeing him, just seeing him standing there while she was half naked excited her. She didn't want to be, but she was so turned on recognizing how strong and powerful he was. In the back of her mind she wondered and feared, is this how she would always feel around him?
(I couldn’t use the original picture because Tumblr said it didn’t meet the proper standards.)












