Audition

The dance instructor, Keren, walked round you as you held your finishing position, your legs apart and right hand punching the air. She poked at your shoulders, adjusted your stance by tapping at your feet with hers.

"Potential," she said, "potential definitely. But not like this." She gestured vaguely at your body, pointing at your broad shoulders, the strong physique you'd cultivated through years of training. "You're too old, too big, too... male." Keren frowned at that last word.

"I just want a chance," you pleaded. You gestured out of the hall, where 70 young women were waiting to hear the results of the audition. You were the last to be seen. "I can do whatever those girls can do and-"

"Not everything," interrupted Keren. "You can't do everything. You are the best amateur dancer I've seen today - all year actually - but there's no sense taking on someone like you. So if you agree, we'll change you."

"I trust you," you said. "I just want to dance."

Keren walked to the studio door and flung it open. "Thanks everyone," she announced. "Jenna, Odette, please be here at 10am tomorrow for rehearsals. The rest of you, thanks for your time but I'm afraid we can't use you now. Good luck for the future, and don't give up." You could hear the sighs of the girls who hadn't made it, and squeals of delight from the two who had. This was a career maker - a spot on a popular TV show and a chance to be in the spotlight. Keren stood smiling and shaking hands as the room next door emptied. Then she closed the door and turned to you.

"I'm deadly serious," she said. "You'll have to leave yourself behind and submit to me entirely." You nodded. She moved closer to you, into your space. She was almost a foot smaller than you, but you still felt dominated by this strong, talented woman.

"On your knees," she commanded. You obeyed.

Keren was wearing a loose vest over a sports bra, a short skirt and yoga pants. She kicked off her dance shoes and wriggled the skirt over her hips and onto the floor. Her vest followed. You looked up at her, waiting for your next instruction.

"Eyes down," she said. You looked down Keren's awesome body, honed to perfection by a lifetime of dancing. Though she was in her forties, she was taut all over, and close up you could see that she was carrying two impressive breasts under the top she was wearing. You looked down past her solid abs and trim waist, to find a tubular bulge pushing out the fabric of her yoga pants. It ran horizontal all the way to her hip, where the unmistakable shape of a glans appeared. There was a wet spot at the end.

"Come on," you protested.

Keren held up her hand. "I'm not making you do this," she said. "I just can't work with you unless you do." You reached up gingerly to feel it. You wanted to please this woman, and you could feel your own dick pulse as you closed your hand on her erection, hard and hot through the fabric. You rubbed it and she hissed with pleasure. "That's right... Take it out."

Pulling down the waistband of her yoga pants, you revealed a pair of very feminine panties totally overwhelmed by the fat cock and heavy balls within. Her erection had pulled the material so far out to the left that her smooth nutsack now dangled clear through the right leg hole. You pulled the panties down too, her dick swinging forward to smack you in the cheek as you registered the wetness in the crotch as they came down. There was a vagina behind her scrotum. Keren was a true hermaphrodite with a completely female appearance otherwise - a futanari. 

Mentally, you clicked over into acceptance. You'd never been a prude, but you'd always thought of yourself as straight. Well, the presence of a pussy flung open the door that you had been trying to rationalize yourself through. You cupped her balls and reached two fingers behind to rub at her clitoris. With the other hand you grabbed her cock and guided the head into your mouth. She'd been working all day and there was a tang of familiar sweat on your tongue as you eased her foreskin back and licked at her sensitive underside.

"That's right baby," she urged. She was bigger than you were, despite your size, but your large mouth managed to engulf most of her length. "Get that prick nice and wet. I need it to be in you to change you." Pushing, you did what you always thought you'd be able to do - pop the end of her cock past your gag point and into the top of your throat.

"You're a natural darling! But like I said, you need to be able to do everything those girls can." She fucked your face for a minute, not giving you time to catch your breath. When she withdrew her dick was slick with saliva dragged from your throat. "Last chance to back out."

She was going to fuck you. Dominate you utterly, you thought. Could you give it all up? Your girlfriend who had loved you, supported your dream with patience, who even now would be at work, willing you to succeed...

What if this was the only way to succeed though? What would she tell you?

It didn't matter. You were already naked, rock hard. Keren pushed you gently onto your back and rolled your legs up. She licked your balls gently, before dipping her head lower to your arsehole. Her tongue ringed your sphincter, moistening before pushing inside, just a little way.

"It's started," she declared. "Try to hold on as long as you can before you cum. The longer you wait, the better you'll be." There was no pain as Keren's thick cock pushed inside your arse, but instead a feeling of completeness. She nudged your prostate and your dick throbbed in response, so you gripped it hard. She had said to hold off so you were going to do your goddamned best to hold off. 

It wasn't going to be easy. Every thrust seemed to get Keren deeper inside you, take up more space. Or... were you shrinking around her? You looked down to find your v-shaped torso, hard fought for in the gym and on the dancefloor, collapsing in. Your broad chest was compressing, becoming narrower but no less sculpted. Your girlfriend loved to rest her head on it, you thought for a moment, before any care for her was fucked out of your head by Keren.

Now you understood what she meant. You were going to be a new person, a girl. You closed a slim, young hand around your dick, which felt twice the size it had been. Was it bigger or was your hand just smaller? Or both? Fuck, you could feel that orgasm building in your balls, in the core of your being. Deep in the pit of your stomach, something was changing...

"Oh please Keren, make me a girl! Fuck my old life away! I want to be like youuuuuuu!" Your demand turned to a moan, high pitched and feminine. You touched your mouth in pleasure, feeling it altered and unfamiliar. Your whole face had changed, you knew it. You flexed your slim, toned legs, wrapping them around your new instructor, your new mistress.

"Just a little more my darling," grunted Keren, "you're nearly there!" She grabbed your balls, heavy and hairless, and pulled. You felt the strangest sensation yet, the feeling of the skin between your scrotum and arse stretching, fraying, then tearing painlessly open. You looked down, past the healthy peaks pushing up on your chest, into Keren's eyes as she fucked you wildly, harder and harder and harder and you could feel another push from your centre as your clitoris emerged at the top of your new pussy, the pussy that would always be there, declaring your womanhood to the world despite the thick, hard-ridged cock that was suddenly spurting, blasting cum up your body, onto your face, into your mouth.

With a roar, Keren flooded your insides with her cum, sealing you to her. She pulled out and you dove onto her dick, sucking and licking, tasting your own arse on her but not caring. You slipped your spermy fingers into your pussy for the first time, feeling the surprising hotness of your own insides as you brought yourself to your first girl-gasm.

After, you looked at yourself in the studio mirrors. You were 5'4", so much smaller than you had been. Younger too, just a girl really at eighteen. Your blonde bobbed hair framed a cute but determined face, and your body throbbed with accumulated experience, the years of dancing in your old life concentrated into skill and fitness in your new life. Then, between lithe thighs, a monster penis and heavy ballbag, a power you would have to learn to hide.

"I have these spare clothes," said Keren, handing you some tight workout sweats and a pair of panties with a slight pouch in the front. "I've so much to teach you, and I know you're going to be a star. We'll start in the morning, 10am with the other girls. Tonight though, I'll show you a little more of what your new life will be like. We'll even pick you a nice new name."

"Thank you for this opportunity, Miss Keren," you replied in your gentle new voice. "Thank you for everything."