Body Shift                      by: Paul G Jutras

 

Denise sat on the side of the fountain with tears rolling down her cheeks. The thirty year old stood 5’ 3" with her blonde hair rolling all the way down past her waist. Dressed in a white turtle neck, black blazer, skirt, brown hose and platform sandals, her teary vision just stared at her hot pink painted toes. Sniffling, she looked as a man passed. The warn seat of his pants revealed a pair of ladies panties underneath.

"Emily was just like all my girlfriends." The lesbian said with a sniffle. "As soon as they find the right man in their life, its off to the church for a life of cooking, cleaning and dirty dishes. Talking about how fun it was, but there nothing like a good man inside of you. Well not me."

"Hmmmm." Denise whipped the tears from her eyes and a smile formed on her lips. "Emily and my other girlfriends may of left me. Well if I can’t win over a girlfriend... I’ll just have to make one."

"Hello there?" Denise cooed at the short man who only stood 5’ 4" tall. Dress in a red tank top, white shorts and flip flops. "Having trouble getting a taxi?"

"A matter of fact, yes," Clifford replied.

"My car is just around the corner." She said with batted eyes. "I’ll give you a ride anywhere you want."

"Thanks."

After talking during the ride home, Denise and Clifford found they had a lot in common. When they got to his house, he had asked her for their first date. The next two weeks was a whirlwind romance to the tower, the museums and even the tour of the Paris sewers. The one thing that Denise insisted on was that they didn’t go to bed together until after they were married.

One Sunday afternoon in February, Denise had her corset laced up with some of her former girlfriends as bride maids happy that she decided to get on with her life and settle down. Clifford looked as handsome in his Tux as she looked lovely in her wedding dress as they went down the isle together. Wedding photographers snapped their pictures as they said their I DO’s and kissed. Rice was tossed at them as they ran out of the church to a hover car with tin cans tied to the bumped.

"May I help you." The front desk of the Stately Arms Hotel asked as the two walked through the lobby to the manager. The two just smiled and kissed before answering.

"Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Little on their honeymoon." Clifford said happily.

"Yes, the honeymoon suite." The manager smiled and hanged them the key before calling for a bellboy. They took the elevator up to the room where Clifford carried his lovely bride over the threshold. As he tipped the bell hop, she poured a couple of drinks and dropped some chemical pills into them.

"To the start of new lives." Denise toasted as their glasses clinked together. She set her glass down as he finished his. She then took her man and planted a kiss firmly on the lips. They wrapped their arms around one another and pressed their lips together even harder.

"Our new lives." Clifford repeated as he stepped back. His smiled quickly turned to a puzzled look as he realized he wasn’t getting the hard on he normally got when kissed her. As he undid his belt and dropped his pants, he saw her smiling at how his manhood had been replace by a feminine slit.

"What the hell did you do to me!" Clifford shouted in a high pitch feminine voice.

"Now you know why I wanted to wait until our honeymoon for you to drop your pants and make love to me." Denise said with a chuckle. "I’ve sworn since those aliens changed me that I’d never feel a man inside of me. While I only turned my lesbian girlfriends into flat as a man chest women, in my attentions to regain my own manhood, I did discover a formula to do what I did to you."

"You were once a man?" Clifford said in shock. "If aliens did this to you than why do it to someone else?"

"The aliens did more than I did to you." Denise said as she played with Clifford’s pussy until he shook with pleasure and got wet. "They turned all of my body into a woman with only my mind intact. I could never love a man and tried my hand as a lesbian. When I saw you were a cross dresser, I figure you were the perfect mate for me."

"The aliens really did a number on you huh." Clifford said between orgasm screams as he flopped on his back as she knelt before him and played with his new sex. "Tell... Tell me about it."

"You really want to hear?" Denise asked in surprise. "You don’t sound as mad as before."

"I love you, Denise and after the orgasm I just have, I think I can live like this." Clifford smiled. "Now tell me what happened."

"I was an outlaw/ pirate name Dan Shift." Denise said as she sat on the bed beside him and ran her hand up and down his leg. "I monitored a report that a Federation ship crashed landed on a nearby planet. I had my crew land in hope of making money from a rescue."

Shortly after we entered the jungle, the clearing we landed in was attacked. The ship was destroyed and the natives used some sort of blow darts dipped in this chemical that changed me first and then my first mate.

"This must be what happened to the other ship’s crew." The new Denise said on top of the rocks with a laser pistol holding the aliens off by herself until each crew member changed and had a steady enough hand to join in the battle. "I recognize these savages as slave traders. All those women they sold were probably men like Captain Jutras’ crew and us. As along as we got ammo, we won’t end up the same way."

The aliens held their own until Denise and the pirates were out of ammo. Instead of rushing them, they pulled out weird bubble pipes and blew bubbles enough to engulf each of the new girls. Trapping each of them for transport to their village.

"Hey!" Denise shouted as she tried to use her new long pink finger nails to pop the bubble, but found they were unbreakable. "You’re not going to sell me to such woman hungry male for me to be a concubine to! Nobody holds Dan Shift!"

"You all pretty." The leader of the aliens said with a slobbering mouth and lust in his eyes. "Denise, you sold last. I have fun first. The others will be taken to the DNA chamber immediately to have their minds remade to match their new bodies. All will be sold as either pleasure girls or made into immobile love dolls like all trespassers."

"That was awful." Clifford interrupted her story as he whipped a tear from his bride’s face.

"It got worst." Denise said. "I don’t know why the leader did it, but instead of putting me into the DNA chamber, he tried to break my will with a whip. Put me in a bikini and wrap around skirt while saying I must now accept my station in life as an obedient wife and slave instead of the leader of one of the most fierce pirate outfits in space. It was during that time I found nothing could remove my forever pink nails."

"I managed to smuggle myself aboard the aliens ship when they went to sell my transformed crew off planet. I tried to free them, but they were nothing but empty headed bimbos who only cared about pleasing men and looking nice by that time."

"That’s when you became a lesbian and experimented on your lovers to try to turn yourself back." He said sadly to her nodding head.

"When they saw what I did to them, they went out to buy breasts forms and wouldn’t talk to me until our wedding." Denise said as her feminine emotions caused her to grab hold of her man and hold him tight. "I can’t believe you don’t plan on leaving."

"I promised I’d marry you for better or worst." Clifford said cheerfully. "The pleasure of the orgasms my new sex gives me, says I’m in for lots of better times ahead. Now how about you show me what lesbian sex is really like?"

"Just a second." Denise said as she opened one of her suitcases. It looked like among the clothes it was full of pieces of flesh. "With these special body suits the clothing, stockings and heels are attached. Underwear isn’t required to be worn beneath. I got everything from 1960s school girl to a Japanese cyborg girl. Plenty of lesbian fantasies for both of us to enjoy since the suit won’t stop you from getting wet."

"Come and take me, lover!" Clifford said as he let Denise be the man in bed. After all, she’s had a vagina longer as well as the breasts the body suit would provided him. As he let her play with his vagina and fake breasts, he felt like the happiest cross dresser in the world. A happiest that would last the rest of their lives.

 

THE END

 

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