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Sarah shook the small bottle of pink pills, making them clack lightly together. "Won't you try one, for me? I'd be so grateful, baby. I'll owe you forever!" She reached forward, squeezing my cock through my jeans, making it clear that she was giving me license to ask for something crazy in return. "What is it that you want me to do for you? Get one of my friends in for a threesome? I know you've got a thing for Kirsty! It can be anything. I just really want you to try mommy for me." I was hesitant for sensible reasons. I'm a sensible guy, except where Sarah is concerned - I'd do anything for her. But taking mommy... It was a big ask for a few reasons. A few months earlier, a rumour started going around about women on one night stands spontaneously transforming into men. Trans forums online set alight with rumours of a temporary transformation pill that could change a person into a woman for a few hours. Then it became news - a snippet of CCTV...

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It happens… unpredictably. Every time I’m back to normal I’m on edge for weeks, months even, thinking it is about to happen again. And just when I think it won’t, maybe I’m free, it does. I’ll never be free of it. It started about five years ago. My little sister spiked a soda I was drinking with a massive dose of our mothers’ hormone replacement therapy drugs after I teased her about her growing boobs. Yep, I was a dick. What teenaged boy isn’t? Maybe she thought I would get a little sick, or maybe I’d have trouble getting erections for a week or two. Instead, doctors told me, it kick-started a second, separate endocrine system which had lain dormant in my body since birth. So now, when this system builds up enough power, I’m flooded with female hormones which operate aggressively and… well… I’ll tell you about the first time it happened. My sister Kat confronted me when I got home from college one day, asking how I was feeling. “Actually, I’ve been feeling a little off. Kind of sweat...

I was so excited for the year ahead. My girlfriend Nadine was seven months pregnant, and somehow even more beautiful than ever. She was absolutely my type - supportive, loving, affectionate, funny and sexy as hell. She was one of those ultra voluptuous women you may see from time to time, with large pillowy breasts, heavy hips and thick thighs.  I had met her on the street, literally bumped into her, and she seemed as struck with me as I was with her. A couple of years later, we were all loved up in a committed relationship, living together and expecting. Our sex life was wild - I'd never met another woman who wanted to fuck as much as she did. Thankfully my stamina was up to the job and we were at it daily. She knew her body drove me wild and often used to dress up just to turn me on. Flashing in public, sexy underwear, private strip shows, naughty pics and videos sent to me through the day at work. It all just fuelled my desire for her. And I worshipped her - her sweet pussy, her...

In a Los Angeles mansion, expensively and tastefully furnished, there was a small, infrequently used room. The room contained a bed, a toilet and sink, and a light. It had no windows. It more resembled a cell than anything a wealthy person might want to own. On the bed lay a man. He was short, less than five feet tall, and weak looking. His arms and legs were like twigs, his stomach sunken. Though his skin was unweathered and smooth, he bore the curious face of an old man on a young body. His hair was dark and unkempt, thinning severely. He woke and sat up, feet dangling off the modest mattress. He scratched idly at his chest under the loose t-shirt he was wearing and went to the heavy, windowless door. He tried to pull it, but it didn't budge. It wouldn't push either. At the sink he splashed some water on his face, and returned to the bed. He waited in silence. Hours later, the noise of a lock unfastening came from the door, and on powered hinges it opened. A woman's voice...