Unforeseen Changes Pt. 03

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.

Further, my mind was altered too somehow. I was feeling beyond horny, and wanted, in almost a frantic mode, to find someone to wrap my legs around as they filled my holes, man or woman. Beyond immediately craving sex, I kept noticing more, less obvious changes. As I realized already, the idol had been hard at work taking my wishes as just a starting point. For instance, my skin was now super sensitive, causing me to feel hornier with a damp pussy from just the feeling of that lacy black thong rubbing on my pussy lips. God knows what would happen when someone actually touched me. I was starting to realize that I might cum from just being touched, and not even on my clit or nipples.

I understood now that the idol hadn't just changed my appearance, it had altered everything about me, emotions, sexual attitudes, and interests. Thank god the one thing it hadn't done on its own was to dumb me down to match the bimboish woman that was my focus for my body. I was still the guy who'd earned a Finance degree with honors without a lot of work. But having said that, it would totally look to Franny that my appearance was the only thing different with me. I knew, in just the first few minutes as the hot girl Taylor, that in almost every aspect, I was just about a new person.

I wondered how long it would take my wife to realize I was not going to behave like I never had before. I smiled widely as I started to realize my voracious sexual appetite was going to probably shock her during this adventure even more than that slutty trans Taylor had that second weekend. To start with I was more aroused than I think I'd ever been before. I had not been kissed or caressed yet, but that didn't matter. Just from looking in the mirror and touching my new body I was primed to explode in my first female orgasm. I knew I was in my first minutes as the female slutty Taylor that I was totally more aroused than I'd ever been as a guy. The idol seemed to have made me into a nympho emotionally and sexually to match what I had wished to become physically. That amused me intellectually but also made me very eager to try out what Taylor now was able to feel, look like and enjoy. But more than anything, I wanted to cum, hard.

Though my plan had been to prolong my arousal and wait for Franny to get home, I was so horny and needing relief, I decided the hell with that. I was so hot I needed to test drive this beautiful new body. I was also curious what the idol had done to our house and belongings based on my desires, before my wife got home. To get started I first softly than vigorously rubbed my massive new tits, getting even more aroused looking at myself in the mirror, seeing a super sexy woman who was enjoying her self-pleasure session.

I instantly loved my new long slender hands with super long, inch and half bright red nails, especially how they looked and felt rubbing my tits and pinching my own nipples. I took pleasure in both the visual of it all and how strong and good the jolts of sensation were. I couldn't help noticing my hyper-sensitive nipples were immediately even larger and harder. My nipples now were dark, an almost angry red, wide and long, poking out obscenely from my massive round tits, uncovered by any top or even supported by a bra. I looked like exactly what I was, a very turned on, beautiful, super sexy woman. I was now a very different, very feminine Taylor, and just absolutely loved everything about the new me.

After pinching and pulling them for a few seconds, I couldn't resist putting my finger alongside my hard nipples to try to estimate their size. OMG at least half as long as my nails, they were close to an inch long, how hot! As my face and upper chest reddened, a further wave of arousal rolled over me. I wanted someone's mouth sucking my hard nipples so bad. I was ready to fuck the bedpost. I was so horny and needed to cum so badly I was now wondering if the idol had given me toys to play with while Franny was out at work.

Then as if playing with my sensitive tits wasn't enough to drive me crazy, with my other hand, I finally reached down under my G-String to explore how it felt to own a pussy. Unlike my earlier adventure as a trans gurl, I now had very much an all-female body. And wow, no hair below my waist, it seemed I had no hair below my neck at all! My fingers discovered that I wasn't just feeling horny; I was literally silky smooth, very warm, and gushing wet already. Not just my pussy but my upper thighs and silky G-string were wet. My knees almost buckled from the feeling of one hand playing with my nipples and the other rubbing my big pussy lips and very hard clit.

This all was quite interesting, if massive waves of pleasure all over your body are qualified as interesting! Wanting to go further, I pulled out my hand to taste myself. I was not disappointed; my juices were spicy and tasted really good. And not only was my clit big and hard, sticking out from under its hood, but I could see in the mirror, my labial lips were long, protruding out and hanging down from my very wet vagina. My next unexpected thought was to wonder what I would look with my legs spread as a massive hard cock plowed my wet pussy but also, how would this new Taylor look as a goth girl, heavily pierced and inked, ears, face, nipples, belly button and pussy adorned with jewelry. Those random thoughts didn't scare me though; it made me just want to be that wild goth girl getting fucked hard as soon as possible.

Needing a break from playing with my new body, and wanting to prolong that first ever orgasm, I realized I needed to see about if and how my wardrobe had been changed. From what the idol had done to my body, I was pretty sure that my clothing was now nothing like what I had worn before as either the male or Trans Taylor. I wandered over to my part of the walk-in closet, again still automatically strutting, one foot in front of the other, and rolling my hips as I walked, without any thought at all. As I walked, I looked at myself in our mirror. That was fun, but I really wanted to see guys' reactions when I walked like that down the street or in a mall, or better yet, in a strip club on the way to the pole and working hard to make it rain dollars.

As I had suspected, all my male clothing was gone. What a relief, for sure none of my old Taylor clothes would fit this body, and my huge rack and curvy ass meant neither would most of Franny's hot outfits. The idol got a ten for their choices in my closet. What had replaced my male clothes was a beyond racy woman's wardrobe. It was a huge selection of the sexiest, outrageous, revealing, and slutty items, including a crazy selection of boots and high heels. Like my new body, this wardrobe was made for living a very slutty life. My happy thought was that the idol had understood exactly what I truly wanted when I grabbed hold of it and visualized the new Taylor.

Wow, in just a few minutes I had really changed in how I reacted to everything. As I rubbed the satin and silk, then brushed my hand down the many leather and latex pieces, arousal washed over me. My big nipples hardened again, and my puss was staying so wet I felt that my thong was literally soaked. It seemed that touch was amazingly important to me now. I pulled a few items out. This was a crazy wardrobe.

The first piece was a leather minidress, but it was so short I knew it would barely cover my shaved pussy and ass cheeks. Then I grabbed a latex item, something I'd never thought of wearing. It appeared to be a catsuit, with zippers where you'd expect and in shiny black, like the leather dress. But hey I was the opposite of the normal button downed Taylor, so my clothing did match my new body and outlook on life. I was now even happier, if that was possible, then when I'd woke up. With this body and wearing any of these pieces, perched on towering heels or wearing thigh-high boots I was going to easily get all the hard cocks and wet pussies I wanted, no that I needed, this weekend.

Staring over at my very large, new multi-tier shoe rack, I was relieved to see that this new me didn't own anything approaching a flat shoe. The only thing close to that was a single pair of running shoes. The real shoes were all sky-high heels, ranging from classic designer heels to very trashy stripper or pornstar platform heels. A quick inspection showed that the lowest heels were four or five inches, and the bulk of the huge collection was six or seven inches high. Lots of boots too, leather and latex and a few velvet ones. I actually couldn't wait to wear them and tower over Franny. Just looking at my new shoe collection unsurprisingly again increased my arousal level!

Finally, again very curious, I rushed over to my dresser, happily noticing again that I was still naturally walking in these designer heels without any training or practice like they were my original flip flops. Just as I suspected and hoped, the dresser was also now full of ultra-feminine pieces, including lots of stockings and lacy lingerie. I couldn't even identify all the different pieces, though I was already sure there were no cotton pieces or granny panties here.

All the drawers I pulled open were full of a very sexy wardrobe, like you'd expect. Everything was so different, even all my t-shirts were silky smooth, quite sheer and appeared like they would be skin-tight on this curvy new body. The pants drawer was full of skinny jeans, naturally, with a crazy selection of fabrics and a matching stack of yoga pants. Those were the expected spandex but also one or two in leather and latex, clearly for sexy fun not shopping or working out.

The last place I glanced into was the bedside table, The lower drawer, as I was now totally expecting, was full of lube and sex toys. There were some that I recognized, like a rabbit vibrator and some huge dildos that I wanted to try out, but some were just odd looking. Guess I'd need to use google visual searches and explore. Just out of curiosity I pulled open the 2nd drawer above the toys. It was full of all sorts of bondage gear that I'd only ever seen in kinky videos. I wasn't sure what was up with that, but as this new Taylor, I was ready to try anything. I also immediately understood that my new self would sexually be happy as a top or bottom.

As I continued to idly rub my sensitive new chest, still adoring everything about my new tits, I stood by my side of the bed. While thinking, I was even enjoying some light pinches on my massive nipples, as I pondered what this weekend would be like, now that I had become my fantasy girl. And beyond that thinking over how I'd break in this hot, sexy body, my next thought was I wasn't sure, but already half convinced I would want more than just a weekend as this vision of Taylor, the hyper-sexualized slut. Fingers crossed that Franny would feel the same way.

But first things first. I was beyond aroused, and realized it was time. I didn't just want, but desperately needed to cum. I decided to try out a cute pink rabbit vibrator laying among the other toys. At least I recognized it, I had seen Franny use her own rabbit toy enough times to know how all the parts of it worked. It always seemed like she came super hard playing with it, so it was an easy first choice to get me off.

I wasn't sure how I'd react to the vibrator and cumming, so I sat up against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, keeping on my Louboutin shoes, but peeling off my sopping wet G-string. I just already knew that this was going to be hot. I loved that I could see myself, huge mane of blonde hair, big round tits, and now my very wet pussy in our big bedroom mirrors, one opposite the foot of the bed, and a second very large one above me. Funny, it hit me, the ceiling mirror hadn't been there before! What else had the idol changed? I was realizing I was not only going to cum for the first time as this hot female version of Taylor, but I was also going to be see multiple views of my orgasm. As this new Taylor, I knew it wouldn't embarrass me to watch myself, it would make my self-love even hotter to basically be on display. Would I be loud, would I squirt, would I be multi-orgasmic? I was about to find out.

Reaching over to grab my chosen toy and a big bottle of lube, I got ready. In the mirror I could see I had a huge grin, and my nipples already looked a little harder and redder, atop my perfect massive round tits. The rabbit was bright pink, not like the more subdued black one Franny loved. Immediately I turned on just by spreading a big squirt of lube all over the very realistic curved shaft, fisting it like I was jerking off a big hard dick, not a complicated sex toy. I was already so wet I knew I didn't need any lube for my shaved vulva. And while it was fun to fist a vibrator, I was already thinking what one of those nine-inch dildos would be like, and even more curious to play with some nice hard dicks, as a full female not a trans gurl.

I didn't really have any worry if I'd enjoy fisting a real cock again this weekend, not this complicated toy, I was very confident I would still love it. But back to my play session. The rabbit had not just the required thick body and realistic crown, but a section of beads around the shaft. And unusually, the little clit toy had two little separated flaps on its end. I was already wondering what vibrations on each side of my big red clit would do to me, would I just moan or scream loudly when my clit was massaged?

I was finally ready. I played around with the controls, learning the various modes of the different parts of this toy. It turned out that not only did the two protrusions vibrate and move around, but there was also a mode where the beads rotated around the shaft at varying speeds. Now that was something no man's cock could do! I began by using the toy along my big outer lips. I found out they were really sensitive and running that long shaft with the beads up down my gash, finishing each upward stroke to hold that realistic knob right against my clit was an amazing sensation.

There were fantastic literally little ripples, almost explosions of pleasure, from my pussy lips and big hard clit. But then I decided to use the toy as intended. I coated it with another big squirt of lube and began to slowly fuck myself. If I had loved the feeling of the toy vibrating all over my big pussy lips and rubbing on my clit, combining all that with penetration was even better.

Frankly to be blunt, what I was feeling was simply addictive. As I increased the speed at which I pounded my tight little pussy with the rabbit, the sensations went from deep inside my body all the way to my pussy's entrance. And especially with those rotating beads, the toy felt so good it had me gushing. Together with the sensation of that little shaft against and on each side of my swollen clit the rabbit was overwhelming me with pleasure. I rapidly started to feel what I knew instinctively was my first female orgasm approaching. This was very different from sex as Taylor the guy. And, in no big surprise, I loved it even more than I had hoped I would when I had pictured myself as a much sexier Taylor.

Suddenly, surprising me with its speed and power, this massive wave of pleasure broke over my entire body. And it wasn't like shooting cum out as I orgasmed as a man. Even with my first orgasm, I just kept going for at least five to ten seconds, or so it seemed. My orgasm was so amazingly strong, different, and frankly better than my best orgasm as a guy. I could already tell I was in real danger of being addicted to female orgasms. My entire body literally seemed to be orgasming.

In the mirrors I looked like what I was, an aroused, very slutty blonde, just recovering from a huge orgasm. My crotch was soaked; thank god I'd put one of our big bath towels on our silk comforter. I wouldn't need any more lube, that was for sure. My nipples were crazily even more massive than before, so very big and hard. Just to see what it felt like, I lightly rubbed my nipples with my wet fingers. OMG, I had to stop, or I'd be cumming again right away.

My lower lips were still wrapped around that big pink rabbit and my clit had grown again with my first orgasm. It was also dark red, and probably close to an inch long, jutting out between my big swollen outer lips and stuck between the two separate flaps at the end of the clit vibrator built into the rabbit.

My orgasm had felt so good and so overwhelming, after I caught my breath, I went right back experimenting with all the different modes and ways I could touch and penetrate myself with that lovely, addictive toy, mixing in some breast play now. By the time I was finished I had enjoyed three more amazing orgasms and had to admit it felt like my new body was worn out. With a wet sucking sound, I finally pulled the vibrator out from my ultra-sensitive pussy. I just could not resist and immediately brought it up to my bright red, inflated blow-job lips. I practiced sucking and licking the wet toy as if it were a real cock, savoring the tangy taste of my juices mixed with the lube.

I somehow understood that with all the stress of transforming myself and then four very good orgasms, I needed a break. I was planning on a very busy weekend but for now had also totally worn out my hot little body. So not even bothering to clean up, I fell into a deep sleep, still wearing my heels, atop our bed. I had literally been playing with my boobs and pussy for over an hour. What dawned on me as I slipped into that needed nap was also likely is I physically also had to recover from all the changes the idol had made to my body.

I finally woke up, for the first time as a woman, at about four in the afternoon. As I slowly awoke on top of our big bed, I was loving the feeling of my new sexy body as I stretched out like a big slutty cat. Deep inside I was feeling even more than before that I had embarked on a fantastic adventure. Sliding off the bed, I finally pulled off those hot Louboutin heels and walked into our master suite bath. I knew I badly needed to shower and reapply my makeup before Franny got home. I reeked of sex and my juices had dried all over my crotch and thighs.

I was careful not to play too much in the shower, I couldn't afford another hour of self-pleasure, Franny was due home very soon. I got cleaned up and redid my makeup and hair, aiming for an appropriately dark and super trashy look. I knew I wanted a different outfit and approach with Franny. I wanted there to be no doubt in her mind what kind of girl Taylor was the moment she laid eyes on me. So, my makeup was much heavier, the eyes jumping out with a pair of long fake lashes and purple and silver eye shadow. My lips, so big and round, were coated and then sealed with bright red shiny lipstick. I looked as slutty as I felt, which was really really slutty. As I finished, I suddenly realized another skill the idol had given me. I had selected and rapidly applied all that makeup like I had worked at Sephora for years. Awesome!

Franny Comes Home and the Fun Begins

It was about half past five when I heard the garage door go up. Very soon I would get to see what Franny thought of the new me. I was a bit nervous as I would bet this was not how she thought I would envision myself, but I suspected that wasn't going to be the last of her surprises. I rushed out of the bedroom to try to hide in the kitchen to surprise her. I had changed into something that was maybe more acceptable to wear out in public, but also somehow raunchier. It was a skintight wet look Wicked Weasel black bikini that barely covered my nipples. That was matched by a tiny G-string panty, showing off my tight round ass. No more designer heels, that was way too classy. I had traded them for stripper heels, seven inches of clear plastic fun with two-inch platforms.

However, I didn't manage to get where I wanted before Franny found me. I was strutting past our dining room table almost to the kitchen when she came through the entry way from our attached garage. As I looked over my shoulder to see her come through the doorway, I seductively, on instinct, pulled down the left side of my G-string, making sure it was not even clear of my cheeks as it stretched across the top of the narrow vertical string running down my ass crack. As I grinned and looked over at my wife, she was at first shocked and then grinned back at me,

"So, you must be Taylor? Wow, you went full blonde bimbo slut mode this time. Does that mean there is no hard dick hiding under that G-String this time?"

I looked back at her, met her inquiring eyes, smiled, and nodded. I told her that I had tried to imagine the polar opposite of normal male Taylor and woke up like this. I then pivoted to face her. To prove to her what I was, I pulled down the front of the G-String to show her my bald, damp pussy. Finally after that little show, I replied, giving my hot wife a hint of what I wanted this weekend,

"Yes, baby I'm all woman. I'm horny, slutty and ready for fun. And since I've woken up, I been curious if this body will get me all the sex I want!"

And then I hopefully shocked her, as that was my intent,

"And I just have make sure you know what's up. I want a lot of sex in this new body; I want everything we have ever talked about and a bunch of things that I hope will shock you."

I then grinned again over at her and pushed my big new tits up to get her attention, hands underneath my boobs. As I cupped my big rack, I used my thumbs to play with my big much larger, and as I was finding out, MUCH more sensitive nipples. I couldn't help but moan and lick my lips as I stared at my partner, who seemed to slowly warming up to the idea of a female Taylor. It didn't hurt that she was probably as into girls as guys, one of the few people I knew who really was 50-50 bi. I was deliberately provoking her, but also hopefully shocking her when I invited my hot little wife to begin,

"So, Franny, want to take this new rack and tight little kitty for a test drive or do I need to change back to that boring Taylor guy?"

I had an idea that Franny would be all over my new look. And boy I was right, she didn't complain about what I had become, or demand I turn back. In fact, there was no hesitation. My hot wife dropped her computer bag and strutted over to me, a shit-eating grin on her hot face. In her low, sensible work heels she was maybe 5'7", so she was looking up at me, as always. Of course, now I was taller not from a difference in height, but my towering, transparent, stripper heels. Though looking up at me, she took charge, putting an arm around my narrow waist to yank me tightly against her and another behind my unruly blonde mane to forcefully pull my lips down to hers for a scorching open-mouthed kiss.

The kiss was so hot and so much different than kissing my wife as her hetero husband. It was a hot kiss, but it started slowly, as our lips met almost tentatively. And with this first kiss it was me feeling the very different feeling of my big inflated, lipstick-coated lips meeting Franny's big soft lips, so warm and slippery. I was again immediately feeling very horny and turned on by my hot little wife. Wow, I was pretty sure before we went out tonight, I was about to experience the softness of a sensitive lesbian tryst, another first.

Then Franny suddenly turned into the aggressor, not anything like the soft sensual lover I had expected. In all our years together, she'd always let me take the lead. But now, with one hand holding tight on my head and the other squeezing my tight ass, she pushed her tongue past my lips, teasing both upper and lower lips before she engaged with my tongue. It was almost as if we were wrestling with our tongues. But my wife was behaving very differently as she rapidly asserted herself. It felt like she owned my mouth. She played with the tip of my tongue, and then twisted her tongue, god I never knew it was this long, around mine. This was really turning me on, and I didn't exactly understand why.

I guess I hadn't made a bad choice with this fantasy female Taylor! As Franny aggressively invaded my mouth, dueling with my tongue and controlling everything, I realized another shocking fact. As the opposite of the very traditional male Taylor, I not only wasn't upset with Franny controlling me, but it was also turning me on, massively. I had never been with a dominant Franny but loved it already.

The only thought in my head was what would it be like for my wife to queen me, sitting on my face with her ass and pussy available for me to worship. I also had a sneaking suspicion that I might experience that very feeling in the next couple of hours. And if she didn't force me to do it, I decided I was going to ask her or even beg if necessary to be queened.

But all that would have to wait. Franny pulled away, leaving me breathless as she looked up at my aroused, ultra-slutty face,

"Baby, I do love this Taylor, no way you are changing back. But I also need to make a few changes to be the ready for being the lover that you clearly want this weekend. Give me thirty minutes. And look you can play with yourself, but you are not to cum, or you'll regret it in the most painful and frustrating way."

At that Franny grabbed her bag and disappeared into our master bedroom. I heard the shower and some odd noises, clearly my wife was getting herself ready for some carnal fun, fingers crossed for sure I hoped she was embracing my blonde sluttiness with a suitable blonde persona for herself. So, I laid back on our couch, one hand toying with my new, very large, made for fun boobs, the other exploring how much I could play with my wet pussy without cumming. I obeyed Franny, but boy I got close to another huge orgasm several times. WTF was taking her so long!

Then after about thirty minutes I heard some pounding dance music, clearly meant to set a mood, with high heels clicking on our wood floor, Franny came back down the hall. Wow was my first thought. My second thought was that Franny was nearly as hot as me and we were going to have a lot of fun this weekend. She was now as blonde as me, her almost brown hair now matched me, a bright platinum. And though Franny matched my new height in my stripper heels, she hadn't changed how tall she was, but like me she had chosen some awesome super high heels. Boy, in just thirty minutes, my normally restrained wife was presenting as something much different. Just how much did the new Taylor turn her on? It appeared to be a lot!

Franny's bright platinum hair was different than my curly mane in that it was straight, and oiled so it almost glowed, falling halfway to her tight little ass, a nice contrast with me. As part of her total look her look and attitude just radiated power and control. After my transformation, looking at my wife dolled up to fuck just got me even wetter. Her tits were the same as always, frankly a perfect C cup that matched her frame, but she looked more ripped. Her lithe frame was clearly now much stronger physically. That seemed to match the way she had already taken charge of me with her hands and lips. But it was my wife's outfit that made everything clear about how she was going to roll this weekend. I wasn't sure if she had the statue create it or she had a much kinkier wardrobe hidden away.

Beyond her smoking hot ankle length skintight black latex dress, her entire outfit was kinky and very hot. Exposed beneath her mostly unzipped dress, my wife was showing off a perfect domme outfit. From the towering black heels and black hose clipped to a very tight, waist-cinching, below the breast latex and leather corset, Franny's outfit, matched by her dark heavy makeup and bright red lips, reeked of power. Choosing not to wear what I guessed were matching latex panties for the corset, her swollen wet pussy was exposed below the tight corset, just begging to be kissed and loved.

Looking very sexy on her ripped arms, full-length latex gloves were a perfect final piece of her look. As she strutted into the room and across to me, I notice a lacy bag in one hand, my fingers were crossed that some not so innocent toys were in there. Though I had planned on hitting the clubs downtown to find some big hard cocks to begin my weekend as the horny blonde bimbo Taylor, it looked like Franny was going to have her way with me first.

The very first words spoken by my no longer refined wife made it clear what her intentions were, I had been right,

"Taylor, you surprised me, but I guess you got what you wanted with our statue. You clearly are now a slutty bimbo. But before I allow your mouth, pussy, and ass to enjoy a hard cock you have to prove to me you are truly a slutty chick. First, I need to verify you have the right oral skills and know how to fuck."

Grinning evilly across at me, Franny dropped her bag and once again wrapped her arms around me to kiss me. Or more accurately own my mouth. As this new happily submissive blonde Taylor, wrapping my slender arms around her neck and giving up power felt right. I was naturally responding to her powerful persona as a subservient lover. And once she kissed me again, her aggressive tongue had me instantly aroused. It seemed the statue had played some tricks with me when it made me over. Franny seemed to sense my desire to submit. After only a minute or so she stepped back from our embrace. Taking advantage of the open dress and missing panties, put one leg up on the arm of our couch as she pushed me to my knees between her sexy legs.

I got the message, but to fully embrace my new role I didn't just dive into her dripping pussy. It just felt appropriate that I started by kissing her toes and licking her sky-high heels before very slowly kissing my way up her sexy legs. Franny moaned at that, telling me,

"Oh, bitch you do know your place. I now control everything about you, and unless you immediately show some world class pussy eating skills, tonight will be very frustrating for you."

Oddly, that mean spirited threat got me even hotter and more determined to tease and then give my wife an amazing orgasm or hopefully multiple orgasms. I finally reached my darling wife's dripping pussy and dove in, but only after kissing all over her upper thighs and lower torso. I had also used hands, teasing her with my long nails. As I was lightly scratching and pulling on her pussy lips, I found she was, just like me, super wet. I could not resist and leaned in to kiss everywhere but her aroused puss.

That got Franny back into her dominant role, she clearly was not in the mood to be teased any longer. My now very direct wife told me to quick fucking around as I felt both of her hands on the back of my head pulling my very willing, ultra-feminine face hard against her soaked pussy. This was at the same time super-hot and very odd. I had always loved to eat out Franny, she always tasted delicious, so spicy and sexy. But being totally dominated for the first time by my sexy wife was getting me super wet too. As my face was tight against her wet pussy and I took my first long lick up between her lips, I was totally enjoying my girl's juices. Not that I had much of a choice, but I decided to totally embrace being Franny's submissive slut, not just as I ate her out, but all weekend.

And she was clearly really embracing being more dominant. Franny was already as wet as I'd ever seen her, and we were just getting started. I spent the next few minutes just getting more and more aroused simply by going down on my beautiful wife. I licked and kissed all over her big swollen lips to start. Then I expanded my focus as I moved down as low as I could go. Now moving from back to front, I could worship her ass as well as pussy. Starting with rimming her musky asshole before kissing her taint I moved forward till I reached the bottom of her pussy. I was determined to show my wife what great pussy eating was.

I then kissed, licked, and nipped at her outer lips as I worked up to suck on her very hard clit. While I was doing this, I kept my hands busy, either kneading and scratching at her tight ass with my long nails or fucking her tight wet hole. Mixed in with that, after a minute or so I used my fingers to pull her sexy lips far apart.

That allowed me to tongue fuck my lover. It was perfect that I'd asked the statue for an extra-long tongue. She loved my new equipment, but I wasn't just tongue fucking my lover. I next moved up and sucked her clit over and over. I repeated these tricks for what felt like quite a while, but later I realized it was only about four minutes. Franny was constantly moaning, or letting loose with the string of even for her, obscene encouragement, telling me with real passion what she wanted,

"suck my pussy you slut," or "fuck don't stop that, fuck me harder with more fingers you little blonde bitch."

Finally, after getting my fingers soaked in her flooded pussy I decided to give Franny her first orgasm. I latched onto her clit, now sticking out at the top of her gash as I reached around and began to thrust one then two very wet fingers inside her tight asshole. My little wife literally jumped in her ultra-high stripper heels but never let loose of my head. She screamed as she came hard, flooding my face with her juices. I loved that she had literally squirted all over me, on only her first orgasm of the night.

And if before she was a little raw in her comments, as she came down from her cum, dropping her leg from the arm of the sofa, I got another proof point this was a very new Franny,

"You devious little bitch, I never said you could fuck my ass! You're lucky I came so hard, at first I was going to fuck your ass with no lube, but maybe not now."

We recovered for a bit all tangled up on the now somewhat damp couch. It turned out Franny was just getting started as she reached into her bag and pulled out two toys. First was one I'd seen and liked before, a silver metal butt plug, with a very cute purple jeweled end. It was not huge, but certainly not tiny. She lubed it up, and pushing my leg up high over the back of the couch, played for a bit then slowly popped it past my sphincter muscle and firmly into my tight ass. Then Franny stood up and showed me the second toy as she lubed it up.

It was a massive seven or eight inch long, super thick fake black cock that she buckled into a silver leather harness. It took her a minute to get it right as I noticed the plastic dick had a shorter thick end on the inside of the harness. Franny moaned as she settled the wide knob inside her pussy, and I assume right against her still hard clit. I was thinking both of us were going to enjoy Taylor getting fucked. I don't know what had me hotter, that I was going to be fucked for the first time as a woman, Franny's hot kinky latex outfit, or how she and I were both loving her dominating me.

The domination continued, no loving missionary position for my first fuck. Franny pulled me up and arranged me on all fours on our carpet as she knelt behind me, spreading my thighs with her stocking covered knees as she got in position. Then I felt the massive tool slowly slide into my soaked virginal pussy. Honestly, this was even better than I had anticipated. I could not wait for the real thing later tonight. Once she was all the way inside me my wife didn't take it easy.

Franny leaned down and began to move in and out. Almost immediately she picked up her pace to fuck me faster and faster, as she reached around to grab my big tits, massaging them as she also pinched and pulled at my nipples. Her hips slamming into me, It was raw, controlling, and rough, and I loved it, every bit of it. Now having a cute pussy, but also getting it pounded, was so much better than being a trans-gurl and taking it up the ass last weekend. I had always loved doggie style as a guy, it was even better as a chick, feeling Franny's dildo fill me up so deeply, over and over.

Then, though I didn't think it was possible, it somehow got even better. Franny paused her relentless hard fucking and manipulation, surprising me, she seemed to be really enjoying fucking me and we both had really been going at. As she paused, I saw her latex gloved arm reach down, which I didn't understand. I then found she had placed a small remote control on the rug. Suddenly, as Franny started to pound me again, the dildo began to vibrate and move in a corkscrew fashion. I was now rapidly climbing to an unstoppable great orgasm from the dildo. But as Franny resumed fucking me, with the vibrator hitting nerves I didn't know existed, things changed rapidly.

With one hand mauling my big tits and the other lower down rubbing and pinching my hard clit, I was rocketing towards not just any climax. I soon exploded into a string of orgasms so strong I felt like I was going to pass out. I got what I wanted, and then immediately wanted a repeat, multiple orgasms, OMFG. I collapsed on the rug, panting and moaning, Franny still on top of me, her massive strap-on still buried in my happy, pulsating pussy. My muscles gripped her tightly as I tried to recover from what felt like not just multiple orgasms, but a near-death experience.

In all my life I'd never imagined sex could be this good or orgasms this powerful, involving my entire body. This was nothing like I'd ever experienced, on my best day, when I was a guy. In a sort of post multi-orgasmic random thought, I was wondering why I'd ever want anything other than what I'd just experienced, every single time I fucked. Sated, at least for now, Franny pulled out of my tired pussy, it seemed both of us were now ready for some cuddle time. But I had to have fun with her as we relaxed for a bit, whispering in here ear,

"Lover that big black plastic cock was amazing, but do I get to enjoy a real one this weekend?"

She just giggled and nipped at my neck as she replied,

"Baby, be careful what you ask for, if I have my way it's not going to be just one big dick that fucks your little pussy this weekend."

My wife was now quiet, spooning behind me like so many times before, except her massive wet toy now was lying on my upper thigh, still gently buzzing, and moving around. We kissed and slowly recovered, it turns out the toy had gotten her off again, though she whispered in my ear, that it was clearly not as good a cum as I'd had. After my fantastic time with the rabbit, then eating out Franny and finally having her fuck the shit out of me to such amazing orgasms, I wondered how the rest of the weekend could be even close to as great as all this.

But I still hadn't gotten what I knew I needed. I desperately wanted, more than I ever had as the male Taylor, not just to lick her pussy again, but for all her weight riding my face as she queened me. So, I rolled over away from my happy wife onto my back. I made a come-hither motion with both hands as I whispered to my lover, clearly asking, not ordering her, not in charge of anything anymore,

"Franny, I don't want, I need you to ride my face, please queen me."

Her eyes opened wide, but she grinned down at me as she stood up, unbuckled her strap-on and walked over till she had a foot on either side of my head, her long latex dress surrounding my upper body. In the dim light I watched her descend towards me. I reached up and moved her slightly, so my long tongue went deep into her soaked pussy as her weight settled onto my face. I faintly heard her moan, but she could not have been enjoying herself more than I was.

For her third orgasm I was basically Franny's own organic sex toy. She moved back and forth, telling me what she wanted, which was simply to fuck her ass and pussy with my tongue while I used my new, slender hands to rub and pinch her clit. Lube was not needed; my entire face and hands were slick with Franny's juices. Every time I felt an opening above my mouth; I'd kiss it and tongue fuck either Franny's sweet pussy or tight musky ass. Between all my licks, and penetrating tongue, along with two fingers rubbing her clit soon Franny was moaning and cursing as she rose to her climax. As she screamed and came, she dropped her full weight on my face, rubbing her pussy and ass all over my face and spraying her juices all over me. Now I'd need a shower for sure.

As Franny recovered from her third orgasm in less than two hours, she collapsed on the rug next to me, grabbing my head to pull me tight for another long bout of kisses. Even though it was only early evening, we both quickly slipped into a little nap, Franny's head on my shoulder and body half on me and half on the rug.

Friday Night: Taylor's First Exploring Her New Body and Appetites

All too soon Franny roused me, telling me to get my lazy ass moving, our night was just beginning. Thank god she didn't let us sleep longer, I was super eager to show off this new body and see if I'd be any good at picking up hot guys. So, she may have thought she was intimidating me, but it was actually only whetting my appetite to find out how slutty I could be when Franny told me,

"Taylor you are clearly a total slut. So tonight, before we get back home, you are going to be spit-roasted, whether you like it or not."

Nope, probably to her surprise, the shiver that ran through me was not fear at the idea of sucking a cock while one pounded my shaved pussy or ass. It was anticipation, though I did want them to be at least eight inches long and wide. My next immediate thought was whether Franny and I could entice three guys, not two to join us. I didn't say anything back to her, but her promise and my vision of three hard cocks deep in all my holes had my pussy soaking wet yet again.

Tonight, following our new power dynamic, for once I didn't complain or even think of saying no. It was clear I no longer had the ability or desire to stand up to Franny. I immediately obeyed, no matter what. And I not only obeyed her slavishly, giving up control was very arousing for me as this new Taylor. So led by my hot wife we got naked and showered up, again. She kissed me and told me that now that she had taken my cherry as a girl and had verified I was going to be a good fuck, it was time to hit the clubs.

She smiled as she told me that while I was still her toy and spouse, we both needed to have some new partners buy us some drinks and compete to see who was going to take us home so I could experience the power of being a hot woman, oh, and some super hard dicks in all my holes. While the phrase all my holes and dicks not a dick caused me to raise my eyebrow as I grinned at my wife, I was not worried. Instead, more than she could imagine, I was looking forward to tonight. It seemed I was willingly diving in the deep end of slutdom on my first night as my female alter ego

In only about ninety minutes we were dressed, made up and ready to call for our Uber. Franny had stayed with the long black latex dress, unzipped to tantalize. I loved how she was both showing off her fishnets and teasing as the dress now barely covered her bare damp pussy. I could see the outline of that waist-reducing corset too. She was rocking a different pair of sky-high designer heels, making her at least six inches taller. I matched her in the kinky outfit she had laid out for me, but mine was even more risqué in how much of my new body was exposed.

It was also a black dress, an LBD. But this wasn't wool or even sexier leather, this one was much more in keeping with the fashion sense I had as this new Taylor. The dress was super tight on my curvy frame, and shiny latex. There wasn't much fabric making up the dress, cut so low front that my nipples barely held the straps in place over my big round tits, and in the rear, it dipped so low my ass cleavage was almost visible. If my nips had not been so large and rock hard the shiny latex dress might have slipped and shown all of my big round boobs.

My nipples were super obvious with such a tight dress and frankly with my much more sensitive skin, the feeling of the thin, tight rubber against my breasts was very distracting. The dress ended about four inches below my still wet pussy, and like her tonight, Franny demanded I also skip wearing any panties, just go with thigh high stockings. So, reflecting on all of that, I loved my slutty outfit, it was perfect for me tonight.

What made it edgier is that though my sneaky lover had kissed me tenderly as she pulled out my jeweled butt plug, she immediately replaced it with an even larger one. When I looked over, clearly wanting to ask why, she put her finger on my lips and told me I'd thank her later when the first big dick plowed my tight round ass. Wow, this was going to be a crazy night. Anyway, below my thigh highs and plugged ass, she had me perched on some towering black stilettos, sexy and expensive. The shoes were as high as hers, of course, and made me nearly her height. My black hose was a little less bold then her fishnets but worked with my dress and, in no big surprise, they felt great.

As we kissed, played with each other, and posed in front of our bedroom mirror, we were a matched pair of sluts. From our big blonde hair, crazy latex dresses and bright red lipstick, we didn't give off, but screamed a seriously sexy vibe. I was a little nervous that I'd shock Franny, but also nervous that I might enjoy all of this slutty new body a bit too much. However, after playing with myself and the hot sex with Franny and her strap-on, I wanted so much more. And I could tell she wasn't shocked any longer and I was very much ready to see what was next for us next this weekend, especially as I was planning on enjoying my first real fuck.

In fact, my overwhelming feeling was I loved what I had become. I already loved being this very feminine, a very sexy woman. I loved the clothes, how my body felt and looked, and anticipating loving being ogled and the center of attention tonight. As a guy I was happy melting into the background, as this in-your-face blonde bombshell I was discovering that I was more than a bit of an exhibitionist.

Beyond that I was finding out that sex as a woman was very different, and without a doubt my orgasms so much stronger as a hot girl. I was pretty sure the only real thing to decide tonight, and the rest of the weekend, was how slutty I'd be with my new body. From how Franny had transformed herself, I doubted there was anything my equally hot partner wasn't willing to do to keep up with me. And judging by the Uber driver's wide-eyed nearly drooling look as we got in his car, we were not going to be lonely for long tonight.

After strutting into the first loud club on the block, like the hot babes we were, pretty soon Franny and I had our first free cocktails, surrounded by four hot guys. We wasted no time being picky, I mean they were pretty ripped, and two guys for each of us might be enough. So, the two of us spent the next few hours dancing with our partners and letting them ply us with drinks. I loved dancing with all my partners to all the fast Latin songs but adored the slow songs.

It was so much fun to be rubbing my sexy latex dress up against my ripped partners, feeling their bulging cocks pressed tightly against my flat tummy. I found I not only was great at kissing guys, but I also really enjoyed it. Even more than as a trans gurl, I loved my partners' rough faces and powerful aggressive tongue action. Kissing a guy was so different than kissing Franny, and maybe better. After being a girl for less than a day it all felt sexy and perfect.

It didn't offend the guys that after three drinks I used every slow song to test drive their dicks. I was super hands-on as I caressed and stroked their dicks through their tight jeans. To me it made sense to evaluate the merchandise before I committed to a roll in the hay with some guy. And I didn't feel as slutty or even upset when, looking over at my wife. Franny was just as forward, sometimes even unbuttoning her man's jeans to reach down and grab his dick directly. She didn't seem to care that we were in public in a club.

After a couple of hours of dancing, drinking, and playing, Franny and I went for another of our almost obligatory girls' trips to the powder room. I really did have to pee, and my lipstick was in dire need of another update. All that dancing and kissing four different guys had transferred it all to their neck and mouths I assumed. After we peed, and fixed out makeup, Franny pulled me tight for a scorching hot kiss before we even left the lounge. I loved it, guess as this new Taylor I was bi for sure. After she pulled away, she grinned evilly over at me.

"Lover, how about we make everyone happy out there and take all four guys to bed tonight?"

Even after only being a woman for a day, I loved that idea. Matching her grin, I nodded my head, maybe surprising her by my enthusiasm,

"Hell yeah babe, that way we never run out of hard cocks, I say we do them all, and all night long of course."

Naturally when we found our hot guys again, they were immediately agreeable to taking both of us home. Soon we were jammed in an Uber, with Franny and I atop the three guys in the back seat. I felt bad for the fourth guy riding up front, but figured he'd have plenty of fun at their apartment. We both were horny and pretty drunk, so the guys started chanting lap dance, lap dance, we were more than ready to imitate strippers. We certainly looked as hot as any dancers. All during the drive we both enjoyed basically giving the trapped dudes high contact lap dances as all three of them played with our boobs and pussies. Moving between the guys I found I really liked the feeling of a hard cock between my latex covered cheeks. They guys had just held our hips at first, till I decided to encourage them,

"Dudes, this isn't like a strip club. There is no such thing as a no-touch zone tonight."

That got them more active, we both immediately got to experience what six hands could feel like all over our bodies. When I had been a man, I could never have imagined how good it would feel to be on the receiving end of being played with by multiple guys. I found out it was felt amazing to have a hand playing with each of my massive tits, rubbing them while also pinching and pulling on my huge swollen nipples through my dress. If that weren't enough to make get me off, the pleasure from two fingers sawing in and out of my tight wet pussy while a thumb rubbed my clit, was far better than what I'd enjoyed using that rabbit vibrator.

I was in sensory overload. It was very different and much better with real fingers playing with me. The guys were super aggressive, mauling my big round boobs and fucking my tight pussy super hard. I didn't want it to ever end. But so very quickly it seemed, as I rubbed my ass on a guy, clamping my cute ass cheeks around his very long and hard cock beneath me, I choked back a scream as I came hard yet again.

All too soon we pulled up at an apartment building, after being played with the entire ride, both Franny and I were now pretty horny and kind of desperate for dick. If the club had been arousing, the ride had been scorching, supercharging our libidos. After I got the guys to be more active, we had each been played with for the whole ride, just about losing our dresses as we each came hard while twerking on the guys' laps. So, first we both had to adjust our dresses to at least look semi-respectable before we got out of the Uber. Of course, the driver loved that! After all the fun in the car, now I really was more than ready to use my new body for anything tonight. More than anything I planned to spend the night taking a lot of hard cocks deep in my needy, new, very wet pussy.

I had one concerning thought as the six of us went inside. It was dawning on me that in the middle of my first adventure as Taylor I was feeling maybe too good. It was a positive sign, but it worried me a bit that I had absolutely zero nervousness or fears about having sex with these guys. I was very aware and very eager to participating in what was likely a full-on orgy. All of us were super horny, and I might have been the most turned on. While it was clear the idol and I had done a great job creating this new Taylor, was this my future?

It was like the male, kind of vanilla Taylor, had never existed. I literally was dripping wet and could not wait to get the first cocks ever down my throat and deep inside my new pussy. And no matter how to Franny her comment had been a joke, I was also pretty sure I wanted at least one nice hard dick plowing my ass tonight too. I had loved being fucked up the ass as a gurl, I was pretty sure I'd love it as a woman. I was confident not just Franny, but I would consider the night a failure if all four of the guys didn't cum in both of us at least once.

Our companions were clearly hoping for all that, having two randy, hot sluts basically pick them up. The guys were on each side of both of us, not holding our hands but openly massaging our asses as the driver stared at us, for sure hard as a rock. And it must have been very clear to anyone on the street what was going on. You had four guys surrounding two very hot blondes, dressed to impress in sky-high heels and seriously kinky black latex dresses, a great contrast to our platinum blonde hair.

And neither of us were meek nor shy, there was no coercion here. We strutted up to the building, clearly more than willing participants in what was going to happen the rest of the night. In fact, while I simply wanted to see what this body could do sexually, I had a feeling that Franny was going to direct most of the action tonight. An emerging aspect of her changes from the idol is that she seemed to enjoy being a domme more and more.

The apartment was shared by two of the guys, friends from their college years. It wasn't terrible, but it was a place that two guys lived in with no maid. But it didn't reek of stale beer and sweat, so after they threw a pile of clothes off the big sectional couches, we were ready for some carnal fun. Franny immediately brought some order to the chaos; she pulled two of the guys to her and pushed two more to me. We were both kissing like crazy, enjoying the sensations of two guys worshipping our hot bodies. For me, one guy went to town dueling with my very wet tongue, while his buddy first nibbled on my neck before shoving my dress off of each shoulder down to my waist exposing my big round tits. I was getting exactly what I wanted. I was immediately loving the sensations from the kisses and looking forward to what the rest of the night was going to be like.

Being the center of attention from two horny guys was validating that the idol had given me a body designed for sex. I nearly came as my second guy sucked hard on each nipple in turn, pulling hard as he licked and also took little bites all over my huge new boobs. Then the two guys switched, and I found out his partner had a different style, more about licking not sucking my nipples, but I loved it too. I had not been just receiving attention; I wanted to see what I was going to be fucking. So, I had one of my slender hands on each of the guys' packages the whole time they were kissing me and worshipping my massive sexy tits.

And at least both my two guys were feeling to me like they were going to be perfect for what I needed tonight, long, hard and willing cocks. As I stroked their dicks through their jeans I smiled as I confirmed my impression from the dance floor. They were nice and hard and felt long and thick. As long as they could quickly get hard again after they had cum, I'd be in heaven tonight. But just to be sure about their cocks and to confirm my comfort being 100% a woman now, I had to sample them. I needed a taste.

Besides all that kissing and playing with my boobs had me super-hot, needing to suck some dick. So, I took charge and pulled two pillows off the couch behind me. I dropped one beneath me to kneel on and tossing the other at my wife, hitting Franny right in her cute ass. As she saw me pull off my dress, and pull my pair of studs to me, yanking their tight jeans down, she got the hint and did the same. The room must have looked insane. You had two big hair blondes wearing just stockings and heels with their faces between two hard dicks. We should have been filming a porno. But I stopped overthinking things and just dove in, kissing and licking first one then the other of my happy partners.

Soon all you heard was guys moaning or letting out the occasional "oh fuck," as we devoured four hard dicks. Maybe it was my experience as a trans gurl last weekend, or my lack of a gag reflex, but I not only wasn't weirded out be sucking dick, but it seemed I was also a natural. My only challenge was not to get distracted by how good it felt sucking cock. I had to work to remember I had two amazing cocks to suck and not have one guy feel left out, only getting a hand job. I had started by licking up all their pre-cum, before spitting on their hard dicks to make it easier to fist or swallow them. Their clear pre-cum was really tasty, and my thought as I swirled my tongue around each cock's crown was I would quickly see how their cum tasted too.

I soon had a rhythm. For about a minute with each guy I'd lick and suck on their crown before I'd pull them to me so I could not just play with the top of their cocks but bury it down my throat. Each guy was nice sized, between six and seven inches. And as I took their young cocks deep down my throat over and over, it was clear from the moaning and lewd comments, they'd never ever had all of their cock down a hot girl's throat. Wow, it was great but didn't surprise me that the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth and then down my throat till I was licking balls oddly got me even more aroused. After deep throating for a while even I needed a break, so I pulled away to kiss and lick the sensitive vein on the bottom of the cock before I sucked on each of his balls. Then I'd switch, slowly fisting that dick while I enjoyed the other. This went on for about ten minutes till the guy I was sucking moaned as he told me he was about to cum.

I pulled his cock back out of my throat, wanting to taste my first load of cum. I was focused on keeping the crown in my mouth as I sucked hard and swirled my wet tongue around his very hard dick. That did the trick, in like five seconds his body went rigid, and I got about four big cum squirts in my mouth. I didn't swallow but sluttily pulled away to show my partner all his cum before I swallowed it. It just seemed like the right thing to do, and it did taste delicious.

Then, wanting something rawer I didn't suck on the other dick, but fisted it right in front of my face till he came hard, spraying strings of cum all over my face. As I had expected, I loved the feeling of all that cum on my face and chest. But not wanting to waste anything I started using my fingers to feed myself as much as I could. Then, since Franny had gotten her dudes off too, the guys collapsed on the big couch as we went to the bathroom to clean our faces and reapply our lipstick.

I had done it, sucking off not one but two beautiful cocks. I must have been smiling like the happiest girl in the world, as I told Franny in the bathroom,

"Wow lover, I now don't just like, I love dick. I love the sucking, the taste, the warmth, and most of all, drinking all that hot cum."

She laughed, telling me we had maybe created a monster. I made her giggle almost maniacally when I replied that,

"Honey, I'm just getting warmed up, I need a cock in this tight wet pussy, and I think before we go home, I'm going to use not two but three of these guys to find out how it feels to be airtight!"

With that we strutted back to the living room, still only in our stockings and heels. We made a sexy entrance as we came through the doorway, made better when Franny pulled me over into a tight embrace and kissed me like the lovers we were for at least ten seconds. The guys howled in approval; they probably still could not believe their luck in going home with the two of us. At that we switched between our guys, and I announced to get the ball rolling,

"Dudes, if I don't get some hard cock in my pussy, right away, I will not be a happy slut anymore."

My new partners laughed at that boldness, but didn't waste any time in surrounding me and playing with my big boobs while also fingering my bald, super wet pussy. Though at first they weren't ready to go again so soon, in only about a minute I had kissed and stroked those semi-hard cocks, so they were throbbing and as hard as before Franny had drained them.

Ready to take my next big step as a new woman, Taylor was ready to fuck. I pushed one guy down on his back and squatted over him. I held his dick in one hand, and using those super high heels for leverage, I rubbed his dick along my swollen lips to get it super wet. Then I slowly sank down, burying my first ever real cock deep in my tight wet pussy. I heard myself moan loudly as the hardness went deep inside me.

But hey I was ok that I had moaned so loudly, I'd never felt anything like this. My entire body was loving this. His dick was warm, hard, and wide. Taking a dick inside my pussy felt so different than as a guy when I had slid inside my cock inside a wet pussy. These sensations were stronger somehow. Maybe it was all the nerves in my pussy. Maybe it was how he stretched me, so my massive, hyper-sensitive clit rubbed on him as he penetrated me. Or maybe it was me looking down past my big boobs to see my slender hands with blood-red long nails braced on his shoulders as I began to ride him. Whatever it was I wanted more of it. It seemed I already loved fucking at least as much as I loved sucking dick.

So, I rode this hard cock like I'd been born for this, using my legs to move up and down, squeezing his cock with my pussy muscles. He had also reached a hand down his stomach between us to rub a finger on my very happy clit, while his other hand pinched and pulled on my red nipples. Boy, this was fun. I didn't want it to end and felt like I could fuck all night long. It only got better when the other guy kind of slapped my cheek with his hard cock. I got the message and twisted my head to suck his dick into my empty mouth. All too soon, the hard cock fucking me, along with the pressure on my clit and my nipples being twisted had me cumming hard once more. It was good I came so quickly as my partner was nearly done. He soon picked up his pace, slamming his hips up into me as I felt him throb and shoot his cum deep inside me. I leaned down to kiss the exhausted man before I rolled off of him onto the carpet.

What made two men so much better than one was that as I looked up, still in my post-orgasm glow, what drew my eyes, beyond Franny fucking her guys across the room, was the other hard dick I had just been sucking, seven inches of hard wet fun. I beckoned my second partner over as I spread my legs and bent my knees. I figured he wouldn't go down on me with cum leaking from my pussy but wouldn't be opposed to sloppy seconds. I was right. He drove his dick deep inside me as he pulled my legs, heels now gone, up over his broad shoulders. I had loved being in control and riding that first dick, but there was something to be said for feeling the power of a big, tall man dominating me as he pounded my wet and happy pussy.

So, while I didn't cum again from being fucked missionary style, it was so nice to either have my ankles over his shoulders or my legs wrapped around my lover. He did cum, hard, just like my first partner. I lay back, having been fucked twice in less than an hour. A virgin no more, I had really liked fucking the two guys but wasn't even close to sated. I looked over at Franny and realized she had just been fucked hard too. As she smiled at me, I know I must have had that loopy just fucked look on my face, as all their cum started to drip out of me. As I reached down to wet my finger with the cum, planning to taste it, Franny stood up and walked over, cum on her upper thighs too. Of course my wife had a great solution for our messy pussies.

Franny stood over my head and then dropped down, pushing her cum-filled pussy onto my mouth as she pivoted and dove in to lick and suck up all the cum from my gaping shaved pussy. We not only ate our fill of cum, but we also gave each other another great orgasm as we cleaned each other up. Tonight was going to be hard to top for sexual diversity. At that we all took a break, grabbing some wine, cleaning up, and reapplying our makeup. This fucking was hard work and for sure the four guys needed a bit of recovery time. As we sipped our wine and drank some bottled water, I leaned in to whisper a request to Franny,

"Babe, this was great, but next I really want to use three dicks for all my holes."

I knew that was a bit greedy, but figured Franny owed me some leeway the very first night I got the chance to use all of my new female equipment. Luckily either I was right, or she decided to humor me. We faced the guys and Franny, once again, took control. She looked down at the waiting guys and asked them if they'd be up for one last event, realizing one of my fantasies and triple teaming me. Of course what twenty something group of guys wouldn't say yes to that. One of the two who lived there even came back down the hall with a big bottle of lube.

So, after we sucked the tired guys hard one final time, tasting our pussies on their hardening dicks, Franny orchestrated the sexual twister game I wanted. First it was simple, I mounted the guy below me, and once again enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock deep in my wet pussy as I dropped onto him. Then while I slowly moved up and down his shaft, I felt Franny pull that big silver butt plug from my ass. That was followed by a big squirt of cold lube on my ass crack as Franny massaged my sphincter and then got me ready by fucking my tight ass with one then two then three fingers. I realized she had been using her other hand to lube up my second partner as I felt a wet cock push against my gaping asshole then slowly and smoothly penetrate my virgin ass.

He told the guy below to hold still as he slid balls deep into my ass. We had barely started, and I was already loudly moaning from the flood of sensations. If having a hard cock in your pussy was pleasurable, feeling so full and enjoying the sensations as two guys rhythmically fucked your ass and pussy was out of the world pleasure. As they got into their rhythm and I began moaning, I looked up at Franny and the two remaining guys and made my desires clear to all five of the people around me,

"Hey, I was promised a hard dick to suck, how was that not clear?"

The guys high fived each other and got on either side of me. For the next ten minutes I was pounded front and back as I worshipped two other cocks. One time, as I switched from the cock on my left to my right, I noticed Franny was both rubbing herself as she filmed all of this on her phone. Oh well, somehow that was ok, and kind of made it all even hotter. It took a while, we had drained all of these guys twice already, but I finally got two more warm, though smaller loads of cum in my greedy mouth.

That allowed me to focus on the dudes fucking me. With all of us moving faster and faster, and me concentrating on using all those great muscles the idol had given me, soon I finally got both of those guys to cum inside my ass and pussy. All of that double teaming got me off too. I enjoyed cumming with my first assgasm and another from the rubbing my poor clit was receiving. At that, all six of us collapsed. The room reeking of sweat and sex, and I think all of us were finally worn out. Besides it was now pretty close to dawn.

Franny and I collected ourselves as the guys dozed all around us, showering up and pulling back on those hot dresses. We kissed our partners one last time and left in an early morning Uber back to our house. It had been a wild night and more than resolved any worry that I'd had last night that I'd be grossed out by sucking and fucking men. In fact, I knew once I had some sleep and food I wanted to repeat tonight's fun as soon as possible. I already had realized that the only thing I liked better than a hard dick to suck or fuck was three or four had dicks at once. Finally worn out, once home we cuddled in our big bed, ready for some sleep. The sky was showing signs of dawn, and I was just about to fall deeply asleep when Franny asked me cautiously if tonight wasn't too crazy for me. I either made her feel better or scared her when I smiled dreamily over at her and told her,

"Baby, I loved it, every bit of it. I just want to make sure we are at least this wild on Saturday night, I think I'm addicted to big hard dicks."

She shook her head but kissed me like the happy lovers we were as we drifted off to sleep.

At 22 pages this chapter is way too long. So, I decided that instead of covering the entire weekend in Chapter 3, Saturday and Sunday will be in a nearly completed Chapter 4. That will end the weekend's transformation fun and set the stage for Franny and Taylor to enjoy more craziness.