In need of change

"Let me guess," he said, taking the seat beside you at the bar. "Lonely, out of sorts, dissatisfied."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you murmured, waving him away. "I'm not buying."

"I'm not selling," he said firmly. "I'm giving something away. I thought you were the one, but I guess not. Drunks are no fun anyway."

"This is just a coke," you set him straight. "I'm too miserable to drink. When things change for me, I'll drink a glass of champagne or something."

"Well that's interesting," he replied. You looked at him properly for the first time. He was good looking, confident. You could glimpse his muscular chest through the undone buttons at the top of his shirt. "What sort of change do you want?"

"A new goddamned life. Nothing less. This one is... empty. I want a tornado to pick me up and take me away." You took another sip.

He placed his hand on your arm. "Stop me if I'm wrong," he said. "You've felt this way since you were a boy. Every relationship you've had had fizzled out. You're confused about your life because nothing feels like it should. You fantasize about women, but you also fantasize about being a woman. Your body is a burden you can't wait to cast off."

You gulped. He was exactly right. "H-how did you..."

"You have been waiting for something that can't really happen. For someone to take you to a new country, a new city. To rid you of your masculinity, to hold you tight, to put his big cock deep inside your body and fuck your cares away."

A year earlier - maybe a week earlier - you'd have taken a swing at the guy, called him a fag. But now you were too tired of hiding from yourself.

"...Yes. All that," you mumbled in shame, a tear rolling down your face.

"Trust me," he said. "I can give you everything." You followed him.

In his hotel room at the airport, he towered over you. You were nervous, but he held your face in his hands. "Think about what you want to be next," he said, "and follow your instinct."

Your most private fantasy had a checklist: tiny, blonde, ultra-busty and big assed. A cock-lover with three insatiable holes. Submissive. A cum drinker. If it was every going to happen, could this be it? You dropped to your knees, steeling yourself. You unfastened his belt, tugged down his pants, took the thick cock there in your hand and began to stroke. The sensation was overpowering. You needed to suck it.

Before long he was fully hard, sawing in and out of your mouth violently. You shook like a rag doll as he gripped your head, fucking your face hard. Your lips were numb... or were they growing, plumping up? The man seemed larger than ever as he pulled his dick from your mouth and rubbed the leaking end over your lips, chin and forehead.

"Look in the mirror," he commanded.

You had changed. Completely changed. Your body had compressed, down to less than five feet. You were tiny. Your face was unrecognisable, with a round chin, dick sucking lips, big blue eyes and a blonde tousle atop your head. His precum dripped down cute cheeks.

"Swallow my cum and I'll make you everything you want to be," he said.

"Your wife. I want to be your wife. I want you to use me for your pleasure, and I want to be taken in every way." Your voice was high now, entirely feminine. You returned to his dick, pumping it with shrinking hands. You couldn't have been more than 4 feet 7 inches, you thought with a thrill. You sank your face down the dick, pushing yourself until it's impossible thickness popped into your throat. It felt so good to be stretched, violated beyond reason. Your nose touched his belly and you instinctively began to milk out with your throat. To think, before tonight you'd never touched another cock.

Your neglected dick shrivelled away, and the space where it had been separated painlessly, a fat clitoris settling above a wet slit. Your hips cracked and pushed wider, making space for the womb within your belly. Behind you, your ass swelled sweetly, round and grabbable, sitting on the most petite of feet. Your nipples stretched, and heavy jiggling tits bulged from your chest.

You held them as your physical change completed. In your mind, the old you, the unhappy you, faded to the back of your mind. Not forgotten exactly, just relegated to some rarely accessed corner. Bubbling into the forefront of your mind were new thoughts and skills, make up and hair techniques. It was pushing other things out, things you'd learned and read. Hard-fought knowledge was being lost to you.

You pulled the cock from your throat and looked up meekly at the man. "My... mind?"

"This is what you wanted. To be worry free you must also be thought-free. You're becoming dumb, a brainless bimbo slut. You live to please me."

"I... I do want it. Cum for me, make me stay this way. I just, like, want to be a sexy little whore for you?"

With a satisfied grunt, he splattered your new girly face with a torrent of cum. You gobbled it down, scraping it into your mouth from your face. "So fucking yummy, mmm!"

As you licked the cum from your hands and tits, the man produced some underwear and clothes from his bag. They were a perfect fit. 

He tilted your face up to his, kissing you passionately. He was so handsome, your pussy clenched when you looked into his eyes. "Get ready my love," he said. "We're flying to Paris tonight. You can show me how excited you are on the plane."