This choice: Your phone buzzes from your nightstand • Go Back...Chapter #4An Unexpected Relationship Change by: M.M.69   While you were standing in front of your mirror once again, entranced as you were by your bombshell body's beauty, you heard a buzzing noise as your phone received a message.
Walking over to your (newly white) nightstand, you picked up your phone, now in a rubbery Hello Kitty case. Turning on the screen, you saw you had received a message from someone designated in your contacts as "Markie  " followed by several kissing emojis.
Wait... Mark? Your best friend? Surely not.
Seeing it was a picture message, you swiped your thumb across the screen and waited for a moment as the image was loaded.
You gasped and nearly dropped your phone as the image appeared.
A sizeable dick with a fat spongy purple head was now on your screen, jutting out from between two pale hairy legs that laid on a bed. Looking past the end of the bed at the room in the image, your fears were validated as it was literally exactly Mark's room. Even worse, after this realization you couldn't take your eyes off the dick. It was probably 7 inches long and pleasingly thick. Respectable, however smaller than your unfairly enhanced meatstick.
His pubes were shaved, resulting in a cute stubble surrounding his "equipment." Wait. Cute? Stop.
The caption read: "Morning babe ;)"
You felt your dick twitch a little.
Apparently Mark was now your boyfriend. Wasn't this a little gay? Well... actually aside from your genitals you were completely female. So no. It wasn't gay. BUT IT WAS STILL WEIRD.
Even stranger was that you were in a relationship where it was normal to send a pic of your morning wood as a wake-up text. However, you figured with how innately sexual your new body was, maybe it wasn't too far-fetched.
EVEN STRANGER... you noticed you had been rubbing your meat through your leggings for the last 30 seconds.
Somehow overcoming your inhibitions with being your best friend's shemale gf, you found yourself smiling as you wrapped your thumbs around your waistband. Sliding down your bottoms until your rigid girlcock flung itself upward, you stroked your exposed member a couple times before positioning your phone in front of it. Using the front-facing camera, you snapped a pic of your own erection and sent it to Mark with a caption reading "morning "
Were you really going through with this? Apparently, as you felt some strange force compelling you to feel attraction to your once-buddy. It wasn't new memories of you two together, it was more of a feeling of memories.
A moment later your phone buzzed again.
This time it was a gif of him in the same position, only now jacking off.
The text read: "fuck babe, you're so hot! XD"
Without even realizing, you were now jerking it too.
Growing increasingly horny, you mindlessly typed up a new message. "Please come over, babe. I need you"
Your hand was shaking as you pressed send. Something deep in your mind was shouting at you to stop, but you just couldn't. You were realizing you WANTED this to be your life. This reality has contorted your former bromance with your closest companion into something so sexual and passionate that maybe you desired it deep inside all along.
Your boyfriend replied almost instantaneously: "Hang on babe, I'll be right over "
Why did you feel such relief at this announcement?
Regardless, you were now fapping your meat with horny abandon right there as you stood in your room. You panted and moaned while your pendulous balls swung to and fro with each stroke of your soft girly hand.
You shamelessly stared at Mark's dickpic as you masturbated, no longer feeling any reservations about loving him deeply.
The room was filled with the slapping sounds of each thrust of your wrist against your groin, and your she-nuts tightened up as you brought yourself to orgasm.
You cried out as your girlcum erupted from your piss slit. Thick ropes of semen fired across the floor, soaking into the carpet as your hips thrusted reflexively with every round of your orgasm. As the climax abated, you remained there, clutching the base of your softening dick, staring longingly at your boyfriend's cock, panting heavily and feeling increasingly sleepy.
Stuffing your expended exhausted dick back into your yoga pants, what did you decide to do now?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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