Chapter 1: Introduction
I felt the mixture fizz on my tongue as I swallowed the potion. I stared at myself in the mirror, my chest tight with excitement, adrenaline, and anticipation.
Just what the hell did I get myself into?
Tom Sinclair, analytical and adventurous, to put in on my bio. At the age of 27, I had my entire career as a scientist ahead of me. In my stark white laboratory, I had spent years on formulas and potions, but nothing as life-changing as this one.
The transformation was already underway. My chest felt heavier as my breasts began to grow. I fondled them, trying to draw in the feeling, as I started to enjoy the sensation coursing through my body—but that wasn't all.
My clothes felt tight against my now changing form. My belt dug into my waist, my jeans cutting uncomfortably into my hips, and my cock felt like it was shrinking, replaced by soft, wet flesh filling up that space. My excitement continued to mount. Soon, I would see just how far these senses would take me.
My hips swayed sensuously as I moved toward the office. I sat on my leather chair behind the desk, letting my new body settle into the newfound sensations. I spread my legs, inhaling sharply as the arousal coursed through me. I had to touch myself. I couldn't resist.
Rolling the chair closer, I slipped my fingers below the hem of my new panties. I shivered, drenching my hand as my fingers sank into the slick warmth.
Feeling the folds of my pussy and rubbing around the swollen nub of my clit, I let out a soft moan.
Goddamn, this felt incredible.
My hips rolled against my own fingers, quickening the rhythm of my thrusts. The pleasure coiled in my belly, tensing each muscle, and I couldn't help myself from sliding another finger into my pussy.
Oh, yes. I fucked myself on my fingers, writhing in the sheer ecstasy it gave me.
The friction intensified as I quickened my thrusts, my mind filled with filthy thoughts, my lips parting to let out short, sharp breaths.
My breasts heaved as I fucked myself relentlessly. I toyed with one nipple, teasing it into a tight, hard bud, tugging and rolling until I felt the pinch of pleasure-pain. The image of a man—my old self—wrapping his lips around my sensitive nipple, his tongue rolling around the bud, had me on the brink of mirror-shattering climax.
I imagined myself, no—her, guiding his hand between my legs. I moaned, a guttural, animal sound ripping through my lips, my hips bucking hurriedly as my orgasm peaked.
"Christ!" I cried out, shuddering, legs trembling, as the ecstasy ricocheted through my body.
My heart raced as the inexplicable pleasure settled, and my heavy breaths filled the lab.
I imagined myself, no—her, guiding his hand between my legs. I moaned, a guttural, animal sound ripping through my lips, my hips bucking hurriedly as my orgasm peaked.
"Christ!" I cried out, shuddering, legs trembling, as the ecstasy ricocheted through my body.
My heart raced as the inexplicable pleasure settled, and my heavy breaths filled the lab.