I'm A Girl Now?

Shane

"Can we join you?" A blonde asks as she approaches with her friends.

They're so sexy! I think to myself, looking over their juicy bodies appreciatively. And they are so into us.

They avoid our eyes except to give suggestive looks during our greetings. As we stop our game to pay attention to the group of girls, I glance at Riley next to me with a smirk, but my eyes are glaring at him in a warning. Riley ignores it, of course. Not only is he my best friend who I've known since I was fourteen, he's also my rival.

I turn back to the girls with my smirk still firmly in place and say, "Of course, ladies! I'm Shane, and these are my friends Riley, Sam, and James."

The blonde speaks up again. "I'm Lindsey, and these are Sarah, Casey, and Lexa."

"Nice to meet you, ladies," Riley cuts in, stealing the spotlight with his celebrity looks. The girls obviously came over to meet with him specifically because they immediately flush as their attention goes solely to him. "Would you like to choose which team you'd like to play on?"

The mention of the girls jumping around in their bikinis trying to get the volleyball distracts me so much that I miss the whole debate between the girls to decide who they'll play with. Lindsey, the blonde, chose to go on Riley's and Sam's side with the alabaster skin Casey while the two red haired girls, Sarah and Lexa, walk towards me and James on the other side of the net. I can tell that Sarah and Lexa are disappointed in where they ended up and I have to assume yet again that they all came over to be close to Riley.

No matter, I cheer myself up. I'll just win them over with my more attractive personality. Girls don't just like good looks.

I laugh at myself when I think this. It's a good thing that I'm also quite visually attractive or my personality wouldn't be enough against Riley.

Since it's our turn to serve, James and I offer the serve to Lexa who's closest to the serving zone. I make sure to add extra charm when I offer her the ball and she flushes slightly at the extra attention. I can't help but smile, knowing that I'll take home at least one of these girls, and I notice Riley giving me a glare through the net. He knows what I've just done. It shouldn't really matter to him though. He'll most likely take home at least two of the girls, possibly even three.

Lexa serves the volleyball in such a girly way that it's a surprise when it sails straight towards the hole the other side left in their positioning. Both Lexa and Sarah give delighted giggles as the ball is retrieved from where it landed in the sand. James and I look at each other first before nodding approvingly at them.

Lexa serves twice more before we can get a good volley in. Then we had to yield the ball to the other side when Lindsey scored with a spike. Riley served for them, and we got another good volley in until I spiked the ball to their undefended corner. We got several more volleys in as we switched servers every now and then. I kept making mistakes because of the wonderful show the girls were giving us. And I wasn't the only one.

Unsurprisingly, Riley's team won. Riley seemed to be the only one who wasn't affected by the bouncing breasts and asses around us. It's always that way with him. He takes everything around him for granted because everything comes so easily to him. Born with good looks and into a wealthy family, smart as hell, and effortlessly charismatic.

Which is why he's the perfect rival for me. I'm not wealthy or smart, but I do work to keep my looks more than attractive. I'm also super cheery where Riley is more devilish--which seems to win over a good number of Riley's admirers.

Since the game is done, we walk along the beach until we find a vendor and buy ourselves some lemonade. Riley pays for all of it, of course, and we let him. Better he spends his massive trust fund than have us dig the few quarters we have from our dusty wallets. After some socializing, it's clear that most of us have something else in mind for the evening, so we separate from each other with our chosen partners.

Predictably, Riley leaves with Lindsey and Casey. I watch him walk back up the beach with them with a glare as I walk at a slower pace with Lexa. Sarah stays on the beach and continues talking with Sam and James. When I look back at them, I see Sam and James eyeing us resentfully. But I take great pleasure in knowing that most of their resentment is pointed towards Riley.

As I focus once again on Lexa beside me, I fail to notice the dark eyes tracking me from across the beach as they follow.

"I'll make you see what you did to me," the sour mouth whispers brokenly.

***

In one of the secluded changing rooms beside the beach, I cum inside the condom as I finish ramming Lexa's back into the wall. Her arms slide from around my neck as she gasps from her own climax. Slipping off the condom from my still slightly firm cock, I step back to sit on the bench behind me. Both of us just relax where we sit for a while, letting the perspiration on our bodies evaporate as we cool off from the exertion.

A three-note tone calls out from the corner of the stall where Lexa threw her bag and bikini, and she jumps a little before she grabs it.

"Oh!" She exclaims, beginning to dress again. "I have to go. My boyfriend got off work early."

"Boyfriend?" I call out, annoyed. "You could've told me you had a boyfriend earlier!"

She scoffs. "What does it matter? We both enjoyed ourselves and he's never going to find out about this."

I scoff back. "I guess that helps my choice in not asking for your number."

She turns to me with a smirk, much different than the girl I spent the afternoon with. "I wasn't planning on giving it, anyway. Bye, now!"

I grind my teeth as I turn from her retreating back. I try not to sleep with other guys' girlfriends. It creates way too many problems for everyone involved.

Sighing to get over my annoyance, I get up to grab my own things. Before I can even put my swim trunks back on, I feel a body press up against my back and arms encircling my waist. I try not to smirk at the complete one-eighty this girl seems to have turned.

"I already told you, I'm not giving you my number."

Lexa's skilled hands wander to my once again hardened cock--I can't help but respond to any stimulation against my dick.

"Isn't your boyfriend expecting you?" I try again.

She still doesn't answer as she retracts a hand and I hear the lube as she replaces it on my cock. That's considerate of her. Most girls don't think about how it could be painful to guys without the extra lubrication. I decide to just let Lexa give me this handjob. It doesn't seem like she cares about the whole boyfriend thing--which does make me worry a little.

I ignore my worries as Lexa's hands expand to include my balls into the stimulation. Appreciation runs through me. Again, most girls don't think about how good it feels to play with a guy's ball sack.

The lube is thoroughly rubbed into my cock and balls now, and Lexa really starts to work my dick. I'm panting with the effort not to interrupt her efforts to do what I want with her again. I really don't like fucking someone else's girlfriend.

My tells for when I'm close to cumming must show because Lexa's hand goes a bit faster. I don't have time to appreciate this, though, before she speaks.

"Let what's to come be a lesson to you on how you treat women."

"I'm gonna cum!" I call out, throwing my head back in anticipation. I only have enough concentration to know that she spoke and wait until my release.

But Lexa stops.

"What the hell are you doing," I almost yell in frustration when she doesn't immediately return to her task. I turn around when there's no answer, but Lexa's gone.

That's weird, I think to myself.

I don't even bother trying to figure out what happened in favor of finishing what Lexa started with my cock.

***

Ugh... is my first thought when I open my eyes. What just happened? Why am I passed out in this stupid stall?

The last thing I remember is making myself cum after Lexa left the job unfinished. Did I faint? Why? I'm not the kind of person who faints for no reason.

I sit up to rub my forehead and remember her words.

Let what's to come be a lesson to you on how you treat women.

What a strange thing to say. And it didn't sound like it was Lexa's voice. I didn't know her for very long, true, but I think I would recognize the voice of the girl I was just with. Right? Her behavior was different, though. Ugh! What does all of this mean?

I go to cross my arms over my chest in frustration and annoyance but something large and sensitive blocks me. Gasping at the contact, I look down.

Are those breasts!?

Where my toned chest should be is two soft but firm blobs of flesh. I've never had to work to see the rest of my body before but, with these tits suddenly popping out of me, I have to crane my neck and move the boobs aside to see myself. Then I gasp all over again, this time in horror.

WHERE'S MY COCK!?

There is nothing sticking out in between my legs like there usually is! Not only that, but my legs and every other part of me are softer and more voluptuous. I feel where my cock should be and find folds upon folds of flesh. Even that small touch makes me groan from the sensitive flesh, just like with my new breasts.

How am I somehow a girl?

This question doesn't upset me nearly as much as the thought of my missing cock does. In fact, it intrigues me. As long as I focus on the mysteries of the female body, I can quite easily ignore how disturbing it is to be without a dick.

In light of this, I fondle around the discovered folds. It feels exactly like every other girl I've fingered before, but tighter. How is this possible? I wander higher to find the most sensitive part of the region and jerk at the surprising sensation.

It's not that different from how it feels for my cock actually. The same sensitivity is there. The only difference is that I feel a sudden rush of liquid accumulate in my new pussy at my arousal instead of my dick getting hard.

This is too sensitive for me to play with right now. I have to get home where I can better explore myself. But... how to do that? I look over at where my swim trunks lay on the floor under the bench. I must've dropped them there after I, uh... well, after I fainted. It's still incomprehensible that I fainted of all things.

I can't go around the beach with only a pair of shorts on. It's a family beach, not a nude beach. I don't want to scar children like that or get the scathing glares from their parents.

Sighing, I look around the room for something I can use until I get to my hotel room. It's a long way to go but I don't have many other options. It's a good thing we all insisted on having our own rooms for our own adventures. There should be no reason for the others to come there to find me for the rest of the night. After all, they saw me go off with Lexa. They won't expect anything from me until morning. Before I can act on taking the shower curtain off the railing above me, it's suddenly ripped aside.

"Hmm," Riley sounds, standing over me in surprise and confusion. "I thought Shane was in here."

I'm in too much surprise to do anything but sit there in silence, frozen. Riley takes the opportunity to examine the female body before him and smiles. My face flushes at the lust I see written in his eyes and my body gets hot with a sudden need.

Before he can get further into those lustful thoughts--and before I can fully understand my body's reaction--I jump up, finally unfrozen. Using my best girly voice, I say, "Oh! Shane? Yeah, he was just here." I needn't have bothered making my voice girly, my voice box apparently changed with the rest of me, making my usual deep voice sound like a high bell. "He said he was going back to join his friends by the water. You can catch him there."

"Why are you so flustered?" He asks, completely ignoring my cue for him to leave. "Did Shane leave you all hot and bothered? He has a habit of letting his own pleasure take precedence over his partner's."

"W-What?"

Did I sound flustered? Maybe me trying to sound girly made me sound like I was. But I'm definitely flustered now. And outraged. How can he say that about me? I've had almost as many girls praise my talents as he's had!

I shake my head, my anger clearly showing in my face as I smugly reply. "No, in fact. Shane satisfied me many times over."

Riley's eyebrows lift. "Is that so?"

I can only nod at the new flash of mischievousness in his eyes. What is he thinking of doing? I've clearly stated that I've already been satisfied, and I haven't made a single move to make him think that I wanted him. This doesn't seem to dissuade Riley as he steps into the stall. For some reason, my body gets even hotter and my breathing quickens.

"Should I show you what real pleasure can feel like?" He asks, his steps following the path of my retreating feet until I hit the back of the stall. "It's completely different when it's with someone who knows what he's doing."

"N-No," I stammer, trying to find a way out of this, despite my body's weird reactions, with no luck. "Shane was more than enough for me, t-thank you."

Riley chuckles at my obvious discomfort as he puts his hands on either side of my head. "Your words say no, but your body says yes."

At his suggestive glance down, I realize that there must be visible juices leaking out of my new pussy. He has no idea that this is because I was playing with myself in exploration. At least, it was. Before I can say anything to encourage him to back off, Riley brings his face close to mine and kisses me forcefully.

My gasp at this sudden contact is muffled by his lips as they maneuver my mouth as he pleases. Then I'm surprised by the moan that comes out of me. Riley's a very good kisser. And the way his large, soft lips dominate mine is very pleasing to this female body.

Despite my body's response to the stimulation, I'm still able to bring my hands up to Riley's chest and try pushing him away. I don't try very hard because I didn't believe that Riley would force a girl. But he ignores my hands and pushes me firmly against the wall as he deepens the kiss. Then I feel one of his hands at my pussy.

He ignores my startled gasp at the touch and begins to play with my pussy much like I had done before he came in. The only difference is that Riley's more skilled than I gave him credit for. Almost immediately, I'm gasping and moaning.

I try to push him away again--partly because I just need to breathe straight--but my strength is diminished by his ministrations, and he successfully strips away the rest of my resistance. When Riley notices my acquiescence, he smiles against my lips and really starts to work my pussy, adding his other hand to play with my tits.

I can't help but moan with everything Riley does to me. This female body really enjoys all of it. And I don't do much to resist anymore. What's the point? The only way I could get him to stop is if I tell him who I really am. It would be very uncomfortable for both of us if he knew who he was doing this to. And who's to say that he would actually believe me? I am in a female body, and no one has ever heard of a spontaneous gender swap.

With all of this in mind, all I really do during Riley's ministrations to me is enjoy the ride.

Female bodies are so sensitive! Everywhere Riley touches--for he touches anything he can reach now--blazes with fire. I'm surprised my lips haven't melted away with how hot they feel against Riley's. And my pussy pulses with the heat that he pulls from it with his hand.

He momentarily slips a finger into my sopping cunt, pulling another gasp from me, before releasing both my pussy and my lips. Through the haze of heat clouding my vision, I see Riley give me a devilish smile as he takes my hands and holds them against the wall above me.

"It seems you're ready for me."

I don't respond and Riley gives another smirk before using his free hand to pull down his swim trunks. For the first time, I see his cock and gasp, starting to panic. It's so big! Way bigger than mine! If that thing goes inside the tight pussy that's now mine, it'll tear me in two!

I struggle to get away from him again, but he only grins at my feeble attempts.

"What's with this reaction?" Riley looks at me from the side of his eye as he uses the juices on his hand to lubricate his cock. "Surely, Shane's was much bigger."

I try to glare at him but I'm pretty sure my heated face and panicked eyes ruin it. When I speak for the first time since his kiss, it's a breathy sound.

"Don't you dare put that thing inside me."

"Or what?" He smirks as he comes close again and I again gasp when I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy lips. "I know you want it. Your pussy is dripping with how much you want it. And I'll treat you much better than Shane did."

"You'll treat me better?" My breathless laugh makes Riley frown. "How is forcing this on me treating me better? Shane didn't have to do this."

For a moment, I think Riley will back off at the suggestion of him raping me, but then he smiles again. "Shane would never think to do this. He's never considered that some women like to be forced."

Before I can yell at him for this assumption, Riley's kissing me again. The next moment, I feel his cock press through my folds and enter me. I almost scream at how sudden it was, but it wasn't as painful as I thought. I can tell that Riley senses my confusion because he releases my lips to look me in the eyes. As he smiles, he thrusts fully, and I realize that it was only the tip that went inside me.

The sound I make this time really is one of pain now. I always wondered what it felt like for the virgins I've taken before. Now, I know. Everything goes black for a second and bright lights flash across my vision. I've never seen the stars that some talk about when they experience pain until now. It's dizzying.

When the darkness disappears a moment later, my forehead rests against Riley's shoulder. I'm breathing heavily and my legs strain with the effort to keep me upright. Fortunately, Riley helps with that part since he's still holding my arms pinned above me and his body is pressed against mine enough to keep me up.

I feel a rumbling against my chest and realize Riley's talking, but I can't hear him. I struggle to raise my head and ask, "What?"

His expression is one of shock as he repeats himself. "You're a virgin?" My bleary eyes only stare at him. "How? I thought you were with Shane."

My thoughts are scrambled, but I still force myself to come up with a plausible answer. "He left before we could get to that point."

Riley's confusion only shows for a moment before realization replaces it. "Well, I guess you aren't normally his type. You're more my type actually. But I've never known him to turn down sex. Why'd he leave?"

I shrug, still working through the ache that the pain dulled to when he took my female body's virginity. "He didn't say."

Did Riley just say that I was his type? What does that mean?

I mentally shake my head. Nothing. This is a female's body, not my body. This body being his type has nothing to do with me.

Riley seems to be thinking really hard about something. Then he shrugs too and smiles. "Better for me, I guess. It just makes you tighter."

With that, he quickly pulls mostly out of me before slamming all the way back inside again. My voice makes a sound I've never heard before at the surprising act and I lock my teeth together in pain. The stars don't reappear, but it does still hurt. Riley isn't being very gentle either. I'm much more careful when taking a girl's virginity.

This doesn't seem to matter to Riley, though. My jaw strains with the effort to keep my voice contained as he rams into me over and over again, his eyes on my face the entire time. I try to glare at him, but my focus on controlling myself keeps me from doing it effectively. Instead, I keep my eyes closed.

After a couple of minutes, I notice that the pain hasn't been that bad for a while now. My focus kept me from realizing it sooner. Now, my face and body are hot with a similarly strange feeling as before Riley entered me. And the sounds I'm trying to suppress aren't of pain, but pleasure.

How is this happening? I'm being fucked by my best friend and rival. He has no idea who I really am, sure, but it's still happening. And I'm enjoying it! This is a whole new level of messed up.

I gasp again when Riley suddenly releases my hands and I feel both of his on my tits, opening my eyes in surprise. He's smirking at me in triumph, the smug bastard. I want to glare at him and let him know that I don't want this to be happening, but it's useless. He'll do what he wants anyway--as he always has--and I refuse to tell him that he's fucking his best friend. Instead, I try to imagine this pleasure as me fucking a random girl. It's not easy because of how different it feels to have something so large inside me, but I can do it if I close my eyes.

Riley makes this easier by using one of his hands to play with my clit. It has a similar feeling as when my cock is touched--as I said--and I grind into the feeling. I hear Riley's pleased grunt but ignore it in favor of my fantasy.

Not very long into our meeting, I begin to feel something strange inside of me. It's like the dull throbbing happening in my pussy intensifies. And the heat that I've been feeling gets impossibly hotter. My breathing quickens with them and I'm vaguely aware that my recently freed hands are clinging to Riley's arm and neck. I don't remember moving them there.

It seems like the constant buildup inside me will never end until one of Riley's thrusts makes his cock press into a certain spot in my pussy. I explode. Everywhere, there's heat and light and the greatest pleasure I've ever experienced. I know I'm making a ton of loud noises, but I can't hear them myself. I only feel my vocal cords straining.

The moment lasts seemingly for days until I finally notice other things around me. My body has gone limp, with the occasional twitch. My breathing is erratic and labored. The only reason I'm still upright is because of Riley's body pressed up against mine. His cock is still hard inside me, but he doesn't move. He lets me stay like that, slumped against him with my head on his chest, without a word.

This is what a female orgasm feels like? It's incredible! How do girls keep from fucking all the time with orgasms like these once they experience it? I can't imagine having a life outside of not wanting to have this feeling again and again.

I regain enough energy to hold myself up. Riley still presses against me, but I can stay upright on my own. I don't want to look up at him though. Suddenly, I'm embarrassed about how I've reacted to his ministrations. But I do finally raise my head.

Riley's still smirking at having made me give in to him. I'm still too dazed from my orgasm to be annoyed by it, though. As I watch, his eyes grow hungry.

"My turn," he growls in a lustful voice.

Before I can process what he said, he thrusts into me again. I gasp from the extra sensitivity. How can I be even more sensitive? He doesn't give me a chance to do anything else before his thrusts continue, harder and faster than before. And my body begins to shake as Riley just barely grazes that certain spot that finally made me explode earlier. I'm no longer dazed.

Riley doesn't seem to be paying much attention to me now. He's focused on letting himself finish. One of his hands is on my ass to hold me in place and the other is on the wall below my arm.

Despite the shaking of my body that signals another orgasm isn't that far off, I'm able to take note of Riley's body. I've never really paid much attention to it before except as a rival. Now, as a girl, I can see why so many of the girls we meet flock to him. His arm under my hand is thick in spite of his leanness and firm, the muscles bulging from the strain of holding both of us up while he fucks me. His chest is just as firm under the thin layer of sweat.

My eyes move further up, and I see the dip above his sternum just below his neck. There's a tiny puddle there from the gathered sweat and I find myself entranced by the sight. I snap myself out of it and follow the thin neck up to Riley's face.

Here, everything inside me stutters, even my rising orgasm. Riley's mouth is slightly open to allow better access to air as he gasps, which shows how his jaw is locked in effort. His eyes are also clenched tight--which I'm exceedingly glad for because it means he hasn't seen how I've been checking him out. It almost appears like he's in pain. His grunts and moans tell me he's actually enjoying himself but it's strange to see such an expression on my best friend.

I'm about to examine Riley's soft-looking hair when one of his thrusts hits that spot again and my concentration shatters. I'm exploding again, but slower. This seems to make it even more pleasurable instead of frustrating like I would think. It's still different enough that I can notice other things around me. For instance, I feel something filling inside me. It feels very odd, but it seems to make my female body quiver in pleasure.

My orgasm ends and I feel Riley pull out of me, stepping away at the same time. I barely catch myself from falling to my knees from my sudden freedom, still weak from my last orgasm. I lean against the wall and catch my breath. Feeling something in between my legs, I bring a hand down to scoop up what's been sliding down my thigh.

It's sticky and slightly pink. It's cum! And the pink must be from my broken hymen! He came inside me? That must've been that strange filling I felt during my orgasm. Huh. So that's what it feels like to girls: odd but satisfying.

Satisfying? What the hell am I thinking?

I feel myself moving before I even know what I'm going to do. Turning on the water, I scoop the cum and blood out of my pussy as fast as I can and rinse it off in the rain of water. I snatch one of the sample bottles that's usually kept in these stalls and use the body wash to quickly rub down my body. It might be female but it's still mine, and I don't like the sense that Riley's hands are still on me.

Remembering Riley with that thought, I turn towards where I last saw him and find him still there, watching me curiously. Turning away again quickly, I ignore him and his silence and finish washing myself of his touch and semen. I don't bother getting a towel since I didn't bring one with me and just put my swim trunks on as fast as I can. Then I grab my phone and run out, ripping the shower curtain off in my haste. I take that with me, using the fortuitous act to cover the top part of my body.

I look behind me when I'm on the boardwalk next to the beach, but I don't see Riley anywhere. It doesn't seem like he followed me. Good. That means he won't be suspicious when I get to my room in female form.

I make it to my hotel room without much problem, except for the strange looks at a girl running half naked with a shower curtain around her. As soon as I'm inside, I lock the door and rush to the bathroom. Frozen for a moment, I stare at the girl in the mirror.

She's short--like a foot shorter than when I'm a male--and is just as voluptuous as I thought when I was examining myself before Riley came. An hourglass figure. B--no, C cup. Slim waist.

I fully drop the curtain and push my trunks off.

Round ass, but not too big. Hairless mound. Slim but muscled legs. Dainty, soft feet. Soft everywhere!

I look at my face.

Hm. Not much difference there. Just a female version of my own face. Softer, as the rest of me. My hair's the same color but longer, now down to my shoulders instead of just above my ears. It's still me, but I can see why Riley wouldn't recognize me with everything else.

Ugh, Riley!

My best friend just fucked me. How will I ever face him again? Can I ever face him again? How long will I stay as a girl? Is it temporary? Permanent? What do I do?

My stomach growling startles me out of my panic, and I shake my head. I won't think about this right now. I'll order room service to keep out of sight and figure everything out after I eat.

Newly purposeful, I stomp to the phone and call room service, ordering whatever the house special is so that I don't have to look at the menu. Luckily, I'm not a picky eater and enjoy most any food that's put in front of me.

After I get into some clean clothes, I pace while I wait for my food, trying to keep my thoughts away from anything hard or panic-inducing. I even refrain from thinking about Riley. Thankfully, room service at this hotel is fast and I hear a knock on my door five minutes later with the call of "room service".

Rushing to the door, I fumble with it until I get it unlocked and swing it open. The waiter jumps at the almost violent way I opened the door before regaining his composure and spouting the usual pleasantries that come with his job.

"Good evening, ma'am," he says as I wave him in quickly. "How has your day been?"

"Fine, thanks," I answer, not wanting to deal with this. "Just charge the room, I'll pay when I check out."

"Of cour--"

I pause in trying to hurry the waiter along with my shooing arms to see him staring at me in a strange way. After a couple of seconds of him only staring silently, I start to get uncomfortable.

"Um, sir? Are you okay?" I realize he's staring at my newly voluptuous chest and stammer to say, "Well, thank you for bringing me my dinner. You can go now."

I put my hand on his shoulder to push him out the door. That was a bad idea. The next thing I know, I get slammed into the wall by his hand on my neck with my wrist in his other hand. Gasping at the sudden pain, I stare in shock at him.

What is this guy's problem? Why would he suddenly attack me like this? Did it really offend him that much that I touched him?

In the next second, the waiter lunges and I feel his lips press firmly into my neck.

"What the hell?" My thoughts echo my yell. "What are you doing? Get off of me!"

My right arm stays restrained in his hand, but my left arm and legs struggle to push him off me. Damn female body! Why do girls have to be so weak? The waiter is undisturbed by my attempts, not even bothering to restrain my other arm as he reaches to close the door we're beside as he ignores my demands. Once he locks it, he then uses that hand to molest my tits.

I bite my lip to contain the groan that slips out. I'm still so sensitive after Riley. Why is this guy doing this? He's not responding to anything I say or do. It's actually like he's in some sort of a trance. Does this have something to do with why I'm in this body? Will every guy I come face to face with try to fuck me, just because I'm a girl?

Considering that this is the second time this has happened since I woke up as a girl, that seems very plausible.

My thoughts are interrupted by the waiter's free hand going lower and his mouth moving up my neck until he reaches my lips. I again try to fight him off, despite my growing arousal, but it's no use. His hand and mouth go where he wants them to. So, instead of fighting, I save my energy. If this is going to feel anything like how it was with Riley, I'll need my strength.

The waiter seems to think that, since I've stopped fighting, I want him to keep going because he releases my wrist and mouth and uses both hands to pull my shorts down. Opportunity presents itself and I strike, using both of my own hands to push him closer to the ground so that I can jump over him, slipping my legs through my lowered pants as I do.

Turning, I kick his side before reaching for the lock, hearing a grunt of pain. I just got it unlocked when I'm grabbed around the waist and pulled around. The waiter uses his longer arms to relock the door and literally picks me up. He carries me across the room and throws me on the bed. Though it doesn't really hurt, I gasp at the treatment.

I'm about to yell at him again when he punches me. My breath wooshes out of me as I put a hand to my belly. The waiter uses my stillness to his advantage and turns me so that my exposed ass is in the air, facing him.

I know what he's planning on doing. I already hear the rustling of clothes as he undresses himself. But I'm scared now. This body is weak and not used to rough treatment. Another hit like that, and I might pass out. Not only that, I'm somehow getting even more turned on. The pain only seems to make my need stronger. So, I don't fight. I stay how he put me, ass in the air and face on the bed.

When the bed moves with the waiter positioning himself behind me, I stay still. When I feel his cock press against my entrance, I bite my lip and do nothing. All I do as he starts thrusting inside of me is try to keep the sudden tears from overflowing. But my new body betrays me.

Though tears cloud my eyes, I feel that now familiar heat in my pussy. The overly sensitive condition of my cunt reacts as it did with Riley. The heat rises further in the rest of my body as the waiter leans over to grab my tits, his thrusts wild and fast. I'm breathing heavily now, my gasps joining the waiter's grunts.

I cum moments later, but the waiter keeps going. My orgasm prolongs in response and I'm almost yelling my moans. As my orgasm finally ends, I hear strained groans behind me before I feel that strange filling again.

The waiter drops on top of me when he finishes, and I gasp again at the weight. But he doesn't stay there long. Only a minute later, he gets off of me--pulling out of me as well--and gets off the bed. I'm positioned on the bed so that I can see him as he puts his hotel uniform back on. When he's dressed, he looks over at me. I stare at him as he puts on that strange expression again, then watch as he shakes himself and leaves the room.

A moment later, I shiver, suddenly cold. I try to get up to find something to keep warm, but I can't move. I lay on the bed, face down, as my body trembles uncontrollably.

Is this a response to trauma? I've never experienced this before. Then again, I've never experienced anything that's happened to me today. My mind does feel a little blank, but am I traumatized? Is this what it feels like? Honestly, I don't feel any different otherwise. I'm sore from the punch to my gut, the three orgasms, and the two cocks, but that's all normal for physical stuff, right? And mentally, I just feel drained. The only thing that's odd is the shivering. That's not a normal physical response. So why is it happening?

I get my answer the next second as my body suddenly spasms with the chills and I feel the two lumps under my chest shrink away.

Shocked, and still paralyzed, I watch my hand where it rests in my line of sight. It seems to grow at the same rate as my tits shrink. I can see the hardness of my usual appearance returning to my hand. I watch impatiently until I can't feel any other differences and I can twitch my hand.

Immediately, I'm sitting up and looking down at myself.

My chest is flat and muscled again! No sign of any extra plumpness under my shirt. I look past it easily now and see my cock. I almost cry again when I see it looks no different than the last time I saw it. I run to the bathroom again. I'm back to normal!

Just like that, I forget everything that happened to me in the last few hours. I'm so happy to be back to normal that I even do a little dance.

I suddenly feel an urge and I instantly go to sit on the porcelain throne. Letting the shit work itself out of me, I go ahead and relieve my bladder too. Man, I had a lot of piss held in. I can't believe I didn't notice this sooner.

Finishing with the throne, I wash my hands and I'm dancing a little again as I head back out to the main room. I see the cart of food and don't even hesitate as I go towards it, the memories of what happened with the waiter not bothering me in the least.

I guess I'm not traumatized. The shivering was just me changing back.

Still, while I eat, I wonder why all of that happened to me. It has to have something to do with not-Lexa. It couldn't have been Lexa; I know that now. She had no reason to come back just to give me a handjob. And that lube she used; that probably has something to do with my change too.

Whoever gave me that handjob had to know that I would change into a girl. Her words prove that.

Let what's to come be a lesson to you on how you treat women.

She obviously wanted me to learn something from my experience as a girl. But the waiter was nothing like how I treat girls. I've never forced myself on anyone, especially not with violence. Even with Riley, he was way more forceful than I've ever been.

Finishing my dinner--which was a seafood platter--I decide to forget about all of this and go to bed. I don't know what not-Lexa wanted me to learn, but I'll try to be better than I already am. There's no need to think about it anymore since it'll never happen again.