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X-Change: Stacey's Mom Pt. 04

Note: All the characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. It doesn't represent any real people or groups. It is a fantasy. I didn't invent X-change. I'm a fan of the original gifs online. Check them out sometime. There are also some great X-change stories here on Literotica. Give those writers some love. This story does contain transformation. Please look at the story tags. If you're not into those things, then you should move on. Enjoy.

Morning was a long time coming. It wasn't that I had a bad night's sleep. I've always found sleep after sex to be great, but there was a grain of concern. What I was doing with Deborah was already on the down-low, and now I'd involved her son--who was now a girl named Jackie. That didn't make things better.

It felt great though.

I woke up feeling the curvy soft heat of Jackie. The night before I wondered if I was going to wake up entangled nakedly with a male version of Jackson. That would've been awkward, but the more awake I became I was certain that I was...

I moved my hand around in blind exploration. My curiosity got the best of me. It was always better to know. Wasn't it? Finally, my hand located a soft mound of flesh and told me this was something I liked. I played with Jackie's breasts for a while.X-Change: Stacey

Then the girlish voice of Jackie said, "Dude..."

"Yeah. Good morning."

Jackie rolled over to look at me. She said, "Good morning." She giggled. "I think I'm beginning to understand why girls think guys are weird."

"It's not weird. It's a sign of affection and the power that you have over us."

Jackie looked at me. She said, "You should know better considering how much time you've spent as 'Tiffany'."

I considered that for a moment.

"A little, but usually it's Deborah touching my breasts and she's dominant. Tiffany likes it."

"Okay. Whatever. Just please stop mentioning my mom."

Jackie stretched out in bed. Offering me a wonderful view of her thick and delightful body. I already felt my cock stirring at the sight of her. No, I told myself. This was supposed to be a one-time thing. I needed to let it be only that. This situation that I was in with this family was becoming ridiculous. I didn't need any more fuel for the fire.

"Shouldn't you have changed back by now?" I asked her.

"I took the pill last night, so I still have some time."

There was a curious and wicked grin on her face. "So," she said, "we have some more time for fun."

"Jackie, this was supposed to just be for last night."

Her little hand took hold of my cock, which despite my misgivings was already getting hard.

"You were happy to play with my body when I was asleep. Shouldn't I get the chance to be an active participant?"

There was no way that I could deny her logic. Deep inside of me, the part of my brain that remained 'Tiffany' was telling me that I had to do right by the girl that I was with. Tiffany would expect the same treatment.

I got on top of Jackie and brought my mouth to hers in a deep kiss. She tasted so sweet to me. Feeling her warm plump body under my own was too much. Jackie had a power over me that I didn't want to admit.

"You're something special," I told her. "This is going to make things complicated."

"Am I complicated in a good way?"

"I'm not sure that any good will come of this, but I told think that I could stop if I wanted to."

So of course I didn't stop.

It worked my fingers into Jackie's moist quim. It didn't take her long to get primed. Being a girl agreed with Jackie, and I wondered if deep down Jackson was concerned about that. I was still struggling with "Tiffany" and all that she meant to me. Having sex as Jason helped to focus me on being my normal self. However, seeing how much Jackie enjoyed her body... yes, I did envy her. I vividly remembered the amazing feeling of being Tiffany and having Dean fuck me.

Jackie nodded. "I'm ready," she said.

I guided my rigid cock to her moist pussy and slowly pushed it into her. I cried out at the feeling of Jackie's warmth enveloping me. Damn, she was amazing. It just didn't seem possible that she could've been a guy. Let alone the kind of punk that Jackson could be. Even then I could still criticize the guy he'd been while having sex with the girl that he was now. That made sense to my addled brain.

But those criticisms all evaporated from my mind as I fucked Jackie. She was an erotic fantasy made flesh, and I didn't want to wake up. We fucked for quite a while. I greedily suckled on her plump breasts and nibbled at her nipples. It was still playful, but I could "play" harder than I would've if she were a typical girl. A guy on X-change isn't as fragile as some girls that you might normally encounter. I knew from personal experience that the sexual intensity that the pill created in us could be a difficult itch to scratch.

Eventually though, even the best things had to end. I felt the stirrings from deep within my balls, and I knew that I wasn't going to hold out for much longer.

"I'm almost there, Jackie."

"That's fine," she said. Jackie was stroking her clit furiously. She said, "Just do it inside of me."

I felt my cock twitch deep within her. The crescendo was reached. I sent several spurts of cum deep into Jackie. She reached her own orgasm shortly after. She cried out and shook beneath me. We rode out our orgasms, and then just stayed there still entwined as our muscles relaxed. Finally, I rolled off Jackie, and we lay there on the bed together trying to catch our breaths.

Jackie curled up to me. She said, "Thank you that, Jason. That was awesome."

I kissed her. "It was."

Jackie bit her lower lip. Then she said, "I think I'm going to miss being this way."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. Don't you miss being 'Tiffany'?"

"I do. I know that I'm going to have to give in and bring her back eventually."

Jackie said, "Would you ever become her permanently?"

There it was. That question which rose above all others. Could I or should I let this magic pill take charge of my life? I didn't know anymore. I don't believe that I ever did.

"I don't know," I told her. "Despite everything, I have a lot of unanswered questions, and I'm not sure who can answer them. It's probably supposed to be me."

She shrugged at that. Not sure what to make of my mental gymnastics.

Jackie said, "Part of me understands taking the permanent one. Being 'Jackie' is like a dream. And being with you..." She pulled herself closer to me. "To be honest: I don't want you to take it. I like you as 'Jason'. I prefer being the girl in this arrangement. I like you being my guy."

It was an interesting admission for her to make. I was fine with it. I did prefer Jackie to Jackson. I'm not sure what that said about either of us. Some dynamics in our relationships can't be easily defined or fixed.

We hung out in bed for a while longer, but eventually we had to leave. It was the start of a brand-new day regardless of what we were doing.

Jackie and I parted ways. She was already talking about her mom coming back from Orange County and wanted to do some cleaning around the house to prove that she could be responsible. I wanted her to succeed. I wasn't a complete asshole, so I wished her well. Did I have any intense ideas about what our relationship would be like down the road?

Not really.

When I got back to my place, I took a shower and tried to center myself. I felt a little off and I wondered if it was withdrawal symptoms from the pill. Tiffany's revenge on me for not letting her come out and play. I wondered if I could text Jackie and borrow some pills. If she had access to Deborah's stash, then she was set for a while. Deborah had always been vague about her suppliers, and her clients. I still wasn't entirely sure what she did.

But did it matter ultimately?

Probably not.

After showering, I cracked open a beer and settled down on my old sectional couch. This was going to be a chill-out day. I could watch YouTube or take in a Padres game. It was an open day.

Then I got the text from Stacey.

"I'm on my way home," it said. "I hope you missed me while I was gone."

"Of course," I responded immediately.

Yet I was concerned. She'd been gone for so long, and a lot had happened since then. It was no longer a simple trip to Scottsdale anymore. Arizona may as well have been a different country. For many people in So-Cal it was. We sometimes called it "the zone".

So, Deborah and Stacey were both due back at indeterminate times but soon. It was an intense thing to be facing down. An end to the fun that we'd been having or were we merely turning the page? This was going to be something beyond what I was used to.              

I kept my phone with me on the couch. Hoping that I would have some great moment of clarity and text my way out of my impending problems. That didn't happen despite my hopes. Instead, I let my mind shift into down gear while watching YouTube videos and a couple of good IPAs helped drive me to sleep. I had a dream where Tiffany and I were able to be around at the same time. It didn't make a lick of sense, but it was a comforting thing. Real life never worked out so cleanly.

I got a text from Deborah the next day. I read: "Stacey will be back soon, sweetheart. Get ready for it. I'll be home as well. Can you handle us both?"

She sent a laughing emoji, and I was left feeling too nervous for comfort. I should've been happy and excited. Somewhere in the sex-crazed guy part of my brain was this amazing scenario of me having a three-way with mother and daughter. Not too many guys in real life get to cross that one off the bucket list. But I didn't see a path towards that... yet.

I decided to get things over worth and drove over to Stacey's house. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. This journey had begun that first time that I'd given in and had sex with Stacey's mom. I could've done the right thing and stopped immediately, but that opportunity was lost so now I just had to keep going. Then "Tiffanny" had come along and becoming her had shown me a whole new world and a whole new me. The other complications were my feelings for Deborah and now my feelings for Jackie. I could've happily kicked Jackson's ass, but Jackie... I wanted to do something different with her. Something nice.

Guy problems, I thought. Well, not many guys were fortunate enough to have these problems. It would've been easier to become Tiffany full-time. As crazy as that was there was an appeal to it. Something comforting. Choosing who you were.

When I went inside the house I was confronted with chaos. Cleaning supplies were scattered all over. Two different vacuum cleaners were set up in opposing rooms. Incense was burning. Scented candles were lit. The smell was oppressively "good" in the way that a girl in "cleaning mode" can make it. I steadied myself. I'd been around plenty of people manically getting into the zone to clean. You just need to ride the wave through the madness.

Yet Jackie was nowhere to be seen.

I did care about her, but I was worried that the pill would be too much for her to handle. I knew from my own personal experience how powerful the pill could be. I seriously wondered if I could pull off some kind of one-man intervention. There had to be some level that I could speak to her on.

I finally found her in the kitchen. She was holding a pamphlet up close under the fluorescent lights. Jackie was drenched in sweat. There was a pained expression on her face, and when she turned to look at me there may have been a sliver of hope in her eyes.

"Jason," she said. "I need your help."

I took a breath. Wondering how much this would cost me.

"Okay. What's the problem?"

"I was supposed to change back a while ago, but it didn't happen."

"Maybe you were wrong about the timing?"

"Not that wrong!"

"Well, are you sure you took the right pill?" I asked.

After I said it, the cold possibility rose up in my mind.

Jackie huffed. "Yes! I'm not a..."

She froze in place, and I could see her reevaluating her past actions internally.

I knew the feeling.

Jackie dropped the pamphlet and ran towards her backpack, which was resting on the couch in the living room. I followed her over there. Jackie opened her backpack and rummaged through its contents for a time. Finally, Jackie found a blister pack containing X-change pills. She stared at it and then looked at me.

"It was an Xtra-strength," she said.

"Okay. Well, that means that it lasts a little longer, right? It's not the end of the world, Jackie."

"Yeah, but it also means a change at pregnancy and that potentially locks it in."

I tried to make light of it as a defense mechanism. I said, "Well, you did say that you preferred to be the girl in this relationship"

Jackie tried hitting me, but I blocked her.

"Not pregnant," she said. "I can't... I can't."

There were tears in her big blue eyes. It melted my heart, and I had to take her in my arms.

"It'll be okay," I told her. "We'll figure it out somehow."

I heard someone clear their throat, and then I turned around to see Deborah watching us. The tall, thick blonde looked wonderful as ever, but her blue eyes told me that she was aghast.

"What did you do?" she asked. "I wasn't even gone that long."

Jackie and I were frozen in terror. We both expected Deborah to be arriving soon, but now that she was there it was a complete shock.

I said, "Well, look Deborah... you see--"

She silenced me with a wave of her hand. "I'll deal with you later," she said. "Move aside and let me speak to my... son."

Jackie and I shared a look. Neither one of us wanted to piss Deborah off more. Yet I didn't want to abandon her. I held Jackie's hand.

"I really do care about her, Deborah."

"Noted," she said, as she gently pushed me aside.

I wasn't going to try my luck any further, so I decided to remain silent. It was the safest option.

Deborah put her hands on Jackie's shoulders. Jackie was still on the verge of tears. Only the shock kept them at bay.

"Jackon," said Deborah. "Look at what you've done to yourself."

"Mom... I'm sorry."

"I told you not to go into my things. That wasn't too hard of a rule to stay here, was it?"

Jackie quivered for a time. Then she steadied herself. She said, "I just wanted to know. And Jason... I really like Jason, mom."

Deborah sighed. "You could've told me these things and we could've managed them in a safer way. Have you thought about what we'll have to tell your dad?"

Jackie was crying by then. "I know."

"Okay," said Deborah. "I have some pregnancy tests in my bathroom. We'll confirm it and then we'll figure it out. Oddly enough, Jackson, I like you this way. Having another daughter around here could be fun." She leaned close to Jackie. "Are you doing to be a good girl for me?"

"Yes, mommy."

Deborah took Jackie upstairs in hopes of answering the question that was hanging over all of us. It needed to be answered, so there was little point in delaying it anymore. This was a heavy moment, and I knew that the outcome was liable to be a gut-punch to me. I'd been cavalier with my behavior within this family, and something like this was bound to happen.

It was then I got a text from Stacey. "Guess who's here," it read.

I just sent a smile emoji. What the Hell else did I have to say?

It was a minute later that I heard the door being unlocked. Life comes at you fast, and sometimes it arrives ready to bite you in the ass. It was going to be rough considering all that I'd done.

I took a breath and walked towards the door. This whole experience had been leading to this moment in which Stacey finally returned. She opened the door and stepped into the house. Stacey was never a disappointment. The tall blonde was in cutoff jean shorts and a plain white tank top. Her large breasts stretching out the shirt. She looked a little tanner than she had before she left. It all made sense since she was coming back from Arizona.

Stacey set down two of her bags. The others were waiting outside the door. I felt bad for the poor Uber driver who'd been guilt-tripped into helping her. She accomplished stuff like that all the time with just her beautiful smile.

"Nice to see you being so attentive," she said. "Thank you for helping my mom while I was gone."

"Yes. Of course," I said. "Anything for you."

That made her smile. "Good to see it."

I helped her bring in the rest of her bags.

"I got some stuff for you," she said. "We don't really think of Arizona as being as being a touristy place, but it totally is."

"I think that most places are trying to be that way now."

"Don't be so negative," she said. "Is my mom upstairs?"

"Uhm yeah. She's up there with... Jackson."

"Yeah. They've both been texting me for the last few days."

I felt a cold sweat. "They have?"

"Yeah. We have a group chat going on."

I envied people in the past who had lived in a world where everything wasn't shared immediately. There was no such thing as privacy anymore.

"Of course," I said.

"Hang out here for a bit," said Stacey. "I need to check on them."

"Stacey, can we talk for a second?"

She was already bounding up the stairs. She said, "Don't worry, Jason. We will."

Stacey went upstairs and left me standing there. I felt so helpless then, and I had brought this down upon myself. She was up there for a while. There were some raised voices at times, but things sounded like they were stabilizing. An eternity seemed to pass with me standing there. I considered just leaving the house, getting in my car, and driving away. It wouldn't have really removed me from the consequences, but I could've fooled myself for a little bit at least.

Stacey came back downstairs. She walked over to a table and set her purse down and took off her shoes. Then she came back to talk to me.

"We have some drama here. It's been going on for a while. Is there anything you want to say to me, Jason?"

"Stacey," I said, "While you've been away some things have happened. I've been trying to think of how to tell you this, but I don't think I'm good at stuff like that."

I expected to see hatred in her eyes, but there wasn't any of that.

She said, "It's okay. I have some stuff I need to talk to you about too."

All my fears creeped back up on me. I'd been such a fool to believe that I could keep such a girl to myself.

"All those guys," I said like an idiot.

Stacey was taken aback. "Wait... what?"

"Those guys that your cousins were introducing to you. You talked about it in your texts."

"Oh," she said. "Those guys. Well, I mean... yeah, they did spend some time introducing me to a few guys, but that didn't last. I ended up staying there later because of my dad."

I shrugged. "I get it. Parents always try to control us even as we get older."

"That's true," she said. "Sometimes we even get adopted by someone else's parent as well. Like their mom for instance."

My blood ran cold. I could only look at her and wait. She knew everything by then she was just dragging it out.

"I really should've known," said Stacey. "My mom does this sort of thing to younger guys that she meets. You're not the first. You're not even the first among my boyfriends."

"I'm not?"

Stacey shook her head. "One of my high school boyfriends: Michael, for example." Stacey searched her phone and then showed me a picture of a young woman with two children in a cute Christmas photo. "That's 'Michael'," she said. "Or rather 'Michelle'. She married one of my mom's clients and they have two kids now. Probably a third on the way according to her Instagram."

"Really?"

"Yeah. The pill has infiltrated my life for a while now."

I could only look down. "I am so sorry, Stacey."

Stacey stepped forward and embraced me. "It's okay. I'm surprised that I didn't come back to find you living as a girl full time. That's how it happened with Michael."

 

I felt my whole-body blush. I said, "Well, that was quickly becoming a possibility."

Stacey held me back at arm's length to look at me. She had a wicked smile. "What's her name?"

"Tiffany."

She giggled. "I want to imagine her wearing pastels and rocking a big perm."

I didn't fully understand the joke at the time.

Stacey said, "I want you to know that I understand. Really."

"How so?"

Stacey sighed. "The thing is," she said, "I was going through something similar."

I was perplexed by this, but fortunately Stacey understood that limitation. It's a super power that women in relationships with guys possess.

She said, "My dad... sometimes when I visit him, he wants me to be different. I take a blue X-change pill and become 'Stan'."

I just stared at her with my mouth open.

"You're surprised?"

"Yeah," I said. "I've always thought of you as so innocent."

Stacey laughed. "Baby, I love you, but you might be the one who was innocent."

It was a difficult thing to hear, but I needed to know. Not just for its implications for our relationship, but for what it said about my whole life.

"So, sometimes you're a guy?"

She nodded. "Stan has been a thing for a while now. My dad loves me, but sometimes he really wants a son. This used to hurt me for a while, but then I learned about X-change. I decided to try it. My dad knew about the pills of course. He'd taken them while he was married to my mom. The pills drove them apart, but the possibilities were a real thing. Even for him. So, I'd become 'Stan' occasionally, and then suddenly we were having all these great father and son bonding moments. Those were nice, though on the inside I've always felt inadequate as his daughter. As time went on, he wanted me to take the pill more. Then he would try to get me interested in girls. Usually, the daughters of some friends of his."

"That's--"

"--weird?"

"Maybe. But also, hot."

She laughed. "Of course. Guys think the same way. I should know. When I'm 'Stan' I'm mostly down with it. It's probably going to settle down now because my dad likely has a son on the way with his new wife."

"My mind is kind of blown here," I admitted.

She shrugged. "That's what it's been like in my family for a while. And now my mom roped you into it."

"So," I said, "Where does this leave us?"

"I'm not sure. And now we have another complication."

"You mean Jackie?"

She eyed me. "You're already fine with calling her that?"

"It makes sense."

"Jason... did you have to do it with my brother?"

"We shouldn't have done it, but it happened."

"My brother is stuck as a girl and might be pregnant."

I took a deep breath. "I know. I take responsibility for all of it."

Stacey sighed. "It's a lot, Jason. I should've warned you about Jackson. I didn't know he was going to come back down here. Now, she is probably going to be staying. Her dad won't be happy at all. We'll all be feeling bad for 'Jackie' soon."

"I need to make sure that she's okay," I said. "I promised her that I would."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry, Stacey. I need to take care of her."

Stacey took my hand. There were tears in her eyes and yet a bright little smile on her face. "I'm proud of you," she said. "For that. Mom never wanted Jackson to get into the pills. She didn't think that he could manage it. Jackson is my older brother and yet he always lapses into these antics. Strangely enough, being a girl dealing with pregnancy might finally force some maturity on her. Are you going to marry her?"

There it was. The question of which I'd been afraid.

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "When my parents find out they're probably going to insist. My mom will be satisfied in a weird way, I'm sure."

Stacey laughed. "I've always liked trying to get your mom's approval. It's fun. Jackie is in for a treat."

We both laughed at that. Once my mom got a hold of her, Jackie wouldn't be able to stay in her room and hide behind the internet all day. She'd be forced to go out into the community and network with other expectant moms. Then I would no doubt have to hear about all of it. I would be in for a treat as well.

"We're all going to be there to support her," said Stacey. "If it was an Xtra-strength pill it's possible she'll change back eventually."

"Your mom didn't seem too optimistic."

"There's no shortage of people who screw around with the pill and regret it."

"Can't you just take the opposite pill and change back?"

"It's not so simple," said Stacey. "You know how doctors are always worried about what drugs you're currently taking before they give you anything else?"

I nodded.

"Drug interaction is a problem even when taking something that is mostly the same drug. It's like someone chasing uppers with downers. It can be hard on the body. People might get stuck as being someone between a guy and a girl. Normally, if you're looking for that there is an X-change: Trans pill that is safer. The other problem with the drug interaction is that some people just don't stop changing back and forth forever or the drug just stops having an effect on them at all."

"I didn't know it was this complicated."

Stacey nodded. "I've been studying the literature that my mom has received from her suppliers. These 'dangers' are one of the reasons that the pill still hasn't gone mainstream."

"I still have a lot to learn."

Jackie and Deborah finally came back down the stairs. Both had been crying, but their tears were dry by then.

"I still want to have a doctor confirm it, but so far it looks like Jackson or now 'Jackie' is going to give me my first grandchild," said Deborah. She let that hang in the air and walked over to the downstairs bar and made herself a drink. She made one for me as well and walked over and put the glass in my hand. "You might need this," she said. "Your life is about to get a lot more complicated."

I sipped at the drink, and just tried to let the shock wear off for a time.

Deborah looked at Stacey. She said, "I thought that you'd be madder at him."

Stacey sighed. "I'm disappointed, but he's not the first to get sucked into our family's craziness. I told him about Michael."

"Oh..."

I saw Deborah blush at the mention of Stacey's former boyfriend. She was caught off guard.

She said, "Well, it wasn't exactly like that, Stacey. I'm quite sure that Michael always wanted to be a girl. That was going to happen. I will admit that Tiffany is a treasure though." Deborah gave me a look. "I wish she was here right now."

"Can't you just have your own girlfriends, mom?"

Deborah put her hands up in surrender. "I know. I know. This whole thing is really on me I suppose. I'm taking a step back now. I'm going to be spending most of my time dealing with Jackie now."

Jackie tried protesting that she wasn't that helpless, but we all just looked at her and that was that.

"Jason is part of our family now," said Stacey. "No matter how this turns out in the end that's what it's going to be."

Deborah and Jackie agreed. Then they all looked at me, and I nodded.

Later, when Deborah and Jackie had gone out to deal with the issues between them, Stacey and I were left together again. Somehow being alone with my girlfriend had become the most awkward and painful thing that I could imagine. I would've happily been dragged along with Jackie so the two of us could be berated together. That made sense, and I honestly believed that as a couple we were doomed to receive that for a long time. Yet Stacey and I were left there.

I decided to make some food. I learned some new skills from Deborah, and I relied on those. Stacey was pleasantly surprised by this and was smiling while I cut up the vegetables and prepared our meal.

"I'm glad to see that you've changed in other ways since I've been gone," she said.

I shrugged. "I've had time to think a lot about my life and who I am. Even if I never use it again, the pill has made me reconsider many things."

Stacey looked at me for a while. It seemed like an incredibly positive interaction though. She joined me in the meal prep, and I was reminded of how Deborah said she missed Stacey doing that with her. I considered pointing that out, but I didn't want to ruin something nice by adding words to it. There are some wonderful things in life that people should just leave alone. You're meant to enjoy them.

We worked there in the kitchen together to prepare our simple meal, and it was a good thing. It reminded us of why we'd been a couple in the first place.

We enjoyed our meal and settled onto the couch like so many other normal people in America. On the surface I'm sure that Stacey and I could be indistinguishable from most of those other couples. Yet, how many of those people could imagine living with the pill and all the crazy things that it could bring into your life? I'm not even sure that most people would be able to process it.

Stacey opened a bottle of wine, and we tried to be like normal people and just watch tv. The wine was a pinot noir, which was okay, but Stacey liked it. I was more of a beer guy when I was Jason, but I'm sure if Tiffany had been there, she would've loved it.

There was a great smile on Stacey's angelic face, and she was a little flushed from the wine.

"I want to do something fun," she said. "Despite all that's happened, I did promise to fuck you silly when I got back."

"Well, I wouldn't object."

Stacey gave me a look. "Really? Shocking surprise there. The guy wouldn't object to having sex."

That seemed like a challenge to me. I said, "Okay, Stacey. Do you know where the pills are? I'll bring out 'Tiffany' if you bring out 'Stan'."

The look that she gave me was something so mischievous and wicked. I loved seeing it in her. We were learning new things about each other, and we were both enjoying it.

Stacey gave me a quick little kiss. Things were getting better between us already. How could I not be encouraged by that? She grabbed my hand and led me back to her bedroom. I hadn't been inside it the entire time that she'd been gone. I'd forgotten how girly it was. So much pink. So much Stacey. Girlfriends are so much for us guys. Despite all that I'd done with Deborah, there had never been a time when I could've said that Deborah was my girlfriend. Yet with Stacey things were just easier.

Stacey went to her bookshelf and picked up an old jewelry box. She opened the bottom drawer of the box and inside was a stash of different X-change pills. The whole time that I'd known her the pills had been that close to me, and I'd never known.

She caught me staring at her. "You're surprised?" she asked.

"In a way, perhaps not. I've been learning a lot recently. My life is different now."

"Is that a good thing?"

"I think so."

"Good," she said. "You deserve to benefit from all of this."

Stacey handed me one of the little pink pills. She said, "I have high hopes for 'Tiffany'."

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I did miss being 'Tiffany', so I didn't want to deny it.

Stacey and I separated on opposite sides of the bed. We both undressed, and seeing her naked body was already making my cock hard, but we had other plans that day. We each had our pills and all the baggage that we'd dragged with us to the point. Everything had been leading to this.

"Let's do this together," she said.

I never felt so confident in taking the pill as I did at that moment. I popped the little pink pill into my mouth like it was an old friend. There was no fear anymore. No uncertainty. Tiffany and I had an understanding, and we could exist together.

The change was easier on me then. It was still an intense thing. How could it not be? But I knew what it was, and more importantly I wanted it. I stood up proudly as it began. My bones cracked and shifted. There was some discomfort, but this was worth it considering the ultimate outcome. The flesh shifted around my body. My hips broadened, and my ass became a plump and feminine thing. I knew this change and it knew me. I wanted it. My tits rose up from my chest like volcanoes on the primordial face of the earth.

While this happened, I watched the opposite changes manifest on Stacey's body. Curves straightened, soft flesh hardened to muscle, and her chest became broad and flat. Light body hair rose up from her form while at the same time the body hair turned to dust and fell away from my own body.

It was fascinating duality to witness let alone be a participant in it. Perhaps if more couples experienced such a thing the average relationship might be a lot healthier.

I watched as a new cock and balls sprouted up from Stacey's body. Then looked down to watch my own cock and balls recede into my body and leave a pussy in their wake. This mutual event between us was truly an "exchange" so that lent a special credence to the name of the pill.

The changes finished and where "Stacey" and "Jason" had been, now "Stan" and "Tiffany" were standing there looking at each other.

Stan was an absolute dream for a girl like Tiffany. He was a lean guy with some good definition, but not too much bigger than me. Stacey's formerly long blonde hair had shortened, but remained thick and luxuriantly golden, and he had a handsome smile to boot. The kind of guy that Tiffany craved.

Stan had one big smile as he took in the sight of my nude body.

He said, "I can't believe that you had such a hot girl inside of you."

I giggled. "You look hot yourself. Even if I were still a guy, I'd think that you were cute."

Stan's cock was already beginning to stir as he continued to take in the sight of me. I went over to him and got on my knees--taking his growing cock into my mouth.

Stan took a deep breath. He didn't expect me to do it so eagerly. I used my tongue, lips, and my mouth to their fullest--pulling hard on Stan's cock until he made little noises for me. His cock swelled up and became rigid in my mouth. I slowed down a bit. Not wanting him to cum too quickly. My experience with Dean had taught me to be patient. Some people were experts at fellatio. The rest of us just manage to perform the act and often that could be enough for most guys. I did massage Stan's balls and thought about how much cum he was going to give me.

Eventually, Stan tapped my shoulder to make me stop. I pulled away. My lips pouting in mock disappointment.

Stan smiled nervously. He said, "I don't want to blow too quickly. When did you get so good at sucking dick?"

I shrugged. "I got skills."

"I guess so. Who would've thought that you'd make for such a bad girl," he said, and pulled me up to kiss him. He moved his hand down to my pussy and fingered me gently while using his thumb to stroke my clit. Stan really had me going by then. My pussy was already dripping. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. Stan was really getting into it. Licking his lips and trying to catch his breath as he manipulated me.

He said, "You like having a pussy, don't you?"

My breathing became ragged. "Yes... yes..."

"Are you going to be my girl today?"

I nodded. Desperate to please and be pleased by him. To be his.

"I think you're ready," said Stan. He eased me back onto the bed. The girly room that we were in may as well have been my own, and there I was a girl about to be fucked by the first time by her boyfriend. It was a fantasy that felt so real, and I loved it.

My new boyfriend didn't disappoint. He got down between my legs and buried his face in my moist quim. First kissing at my outer lips and then gently working his tongue into me. Exploring my insides.

My hands reached up and squeezed at my pillow--bracing myself as Stan began to eat out my pussy. It wasn't my first time by that point, but the fact that it was Stan made it so much more special. It was what we'd both been waiting for.

As Stan cranked up his intensity, I began playing with my plump tits. Deep within me there was a tingling pleasure rising. It was still a strange thing for me to feel let alone understand. I quivered beneath Stan as he worked me. I was content to be that way forever. Then my orgasm hit me. I cried out. Calling out Stan's name.

Stan only gave me a little time to recover. Then he scooted up--resting his hard cock on my inner thigh. He was ready but waiting for me.

"Tell me you want this, baby," he said. "I can't do it unless you tell me that it's okay."

"I want it, Stan. Please, fuck me now."

"I love you, baby," he said.

He slowly pushed his rigid cock into me. My wet, greedy pussy happily welcomed him in. This was what I'd been waiting so long for. To be joined to him. Like we were meant to be. When Stan was fully within me, he let his cock rest within me for a moment. Letting me acclimate to it. Something that he didn't need to do at all, but Stan was a gentleman. How was a girl not supposed to love that?

Then he began to fuck me. Slowly at first, and then he increased his speed. I grabbed him by his firm ass and pulled him into me. He pumped himself more into me--taking me farther and farther along my path towards bliss. I relished every second of it. Tiffany had been gone for a while, and having her back was special to me.

We fucked liked that for several minutes. Alone in our own special little world, and there was no denying that I craved being there. I loved it with so much of my being. Our breathing became ragged. I couldn't believe the level of sexual stamina that Stan possessed. Had all this masculine power been dwelling within Stacey the whole time?

Yet, it is often men who are doomed to cum first. All the stamina and conviction in the world can only carry you so far. The journey always leads you to the same destination.

"Tiffany," he stammered. "I don't think I can hold out anymore."

"It's okay. You can do it inside me."

At that point though, there was no way to stop what was going to happen. Stan's cock twitched within me, and then it sent several jets of hot cum deep within my insides. It wasn't long before I was graced with another orgasm. My body seized for a moment, and I shook. So much about who I was and who I had been laid before me. What was I going to do?

Stan rolled off me, and we cuddled up together for a time.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

I turned around and kissed him deeply. "I loved it."

"Do you like it better than when I'm 'Stacey' and you're 'Jason'?"

"Well.... uhm..."

I honestly didn't know anymore.

I said, "I think that I've really been struggling sometimes. Like I'm not sure who I am."

"You're wondering if you're 'Tiffany' or are you 'Jason'?"

I nodded. On the verge of tears.

Stan said, "I know how you feel. When I'm in San Diego it's so natural to be Stacey, but my dad does like me to be Stan and that is also rewarding. It sounds weird, but we must make peace with ourselves. That's what I've been trying to do."

Stan must've grasped my confusion from my look.

He said, "Right now you're Tiffany and it feels good, right?"

"Yes," I nodded emphatically.

Stan smiled. "I know how you feel, but don't forget: the part of you that is Jason is a real person too."

"Stacey really loves Jason, doesn't she?"

"She does," said Stan. "She wanted to hate him for all the things that happened, but it clearly wasn't all his fault. Stacey should've warned him more."

"Jason will really appreciate that," I said. "I don't always agree with him, but I think that I understand."

"That's great," said Stan. "That really is the point. We need to care about our other halves. We can all exist together."

"So, we can still have a thing then?"

"Of course we can." Stan felt at my plump tits. "I can't stay away from this hot body. Just like Jason still wants to be with Stacey. Understand?"

I nodded.

There was a plan for peace between us, and I really wanted to make it work. I knew that Jason did as well. This was going to be a team effort for the four of us. Was it what most people did when X-change came into their lives?

 

Not at all.

So many of those people made a choice to become a new person and that was such a beautiful thing. I was happy for them. I just couldn't do it then. We needed time to work things out.

Stan and I fell asleep in Stacey's bed. It was one of the best nights of sleep that I ever had. We put aside our fears and our worries and just drifted away together in the stillness of that perfect moment.

Things did get more complicated, but that was something of a forgone conclusion. Multiple tests and a visit to a doctor confirmed that Jackie was indeed pregnant and wasn't going to be changing back into Jackson any time soon. It took her some time to cope with this change, and her father certainly wasn't thrilled with the idea at first, but eventually everyone came together to support her.

I was included in the family meeting. Jackie held my hand so tightly. She knew that Stacey and I had decided to remain a couple, but she still wanted to be with me as well.

"It's going to be okay," said Stacey to her. "We both love you. Jason wants to do the right thing, and I'll make sure that he does."

Jackie said, "But you want to be with him too?"

"Yes, I do. I won't lie to you about that, Jackie. I love him. It's possible that I'll have kids with Jason one day or maybe Stan will have kids with Tiffany."

"Maybe we should do both," I said, and I meant it.

Jackie nodded. "All right, but I might want more kids with him too. Do you understand?"

We all agreed then and there on the complex relationship that we'd be in from then on. There were so many facets to it that it would drive an outsider crazy, but to us it made sense.

Stacey and I settled into a routine. Each of us giving our alter egos time to enjoy themselves but still taking time off the pill so it didn't build up in our systems too much. We did this with Deborah's advice and assistance, but we made it clear that this was our choice and our lives. Deborah was fine with this. The situation with Jackie had made her refocus on her children. Of course, by that point I'd been adopted by her. She loved me both as "Tiffany" and as "Jason". There was something amazing about being accepted in such a way.

The situation with our family was a complicated thing, and I truly had no way of knowing where we'd end up. However, I knew that we'd all do our best to love each other and be there for each other. In this world that is the best that you can hope for sometimes.

Note: Thank you for your time and your interest. I'm sorry that it took so long to finish this one. Please feel free to rate the story and by all means leave a comment if you so desire. I do love hearing from you. It's gotten quite warm down here. A little better today, but you can still find yourself just sitting in your house and sweating. Not fun. Oh well. That's part of living down here. Get a cold drink and enjoy it. Cheers!

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