New Sensation

by Jennifer White

 

"I'm tired of the same old things in bed" said my girlfriend Dorothy. "I want to try something different. Something new! Something sensuous!"

"And what's that?" I said, always up for something new and exciting.

"Well, there is something I want to do to you. Something very exciting, that will bring us closer together."

"That sounds good" I said.

"Excellent. Then we'll do it tonight!"

 

I was excited when we went to bed at last. What was this mysterious new thing going to be? I had tried to get her to do some kinky things before, but she was never into that. So this would be interesting!

She told me to lie on my back after I stripped naked, which I did eagerly. Then she put a blindfold on me, so I couldn't see a thing. She ran her hands all over me gently, and rubbed scented oils on me. It was really exciting, now knowing where she was going to touch me next!

Then she put something around my wrists, and tied them to the bedposts.

"That's in case you try to participate" she said. "Just keep your hands still, and leave this all to me."

"All right" I said.

She now was rubbing me on the chest, working her way down lower and lower. She made little circles around my bellybutton with her finger, and kept on going lower.

She got to my waist, then to the start of my pubic hairs. She pushed her fingers forward ever so slightly, letting my hairs down there run through them. She kept going forward, and felt really aroused, now that she was getting nearer and nearer to the special places that I loved to be touched by her.

Dorothy was near the end of my pubic hair, and moving slowly downwards. My body shivered, and I jumped a little, as she tantalized me by going even more slowly now.

Her mouth suddenly surrounded my left nipple, and she started teasing it with her tongue. She made circles with her tongue, which felt incredible! Then she started sucking on it too. I had no idea that you could get so aroused from the nipples! Wow!

As she kept this up, her hand moved even further down. She switched to my right nipple, and pinched the left one with her free hand. I felt like I was going to explode at any second.

I was awash in these unfamiliar sensations. The smell of the oils. The feeling in my nipples. The way she was touching me down below. Oh how cruel she was to keep me waiting for her touch on my manhood!

 

As if all these new sensations weren't enough, she brought things to a new level now. Instead of putting her hand around my penis or rubbing it like she normally did, she used just the tip of one of her fingers, and put a light pressure on me in a way that I never felt before in all my life.

I can't quite explain what it was. I had masturbated a zillion times, but I never felt *this* before. I thought I knew my body, but she somehow had just given me a new feeling of pleasure that kept growing as she went on.

It was almost like she had bypassed my skin, and had her hand directly on all the nerves underneath. She wiggled her finger, and I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

"Notice how gentle I'm being" she said, almost in a whisper.

"Ooooh" was all I could say in response. I was feeling wave after glorious wave of pleasure, like a warmth emanating from between my legs. And it didn't stop! It kept building!

Then all of a sudden, I felt a surge, like I had come or something. But I didn't feel the familiar rush of fluid, or feel any spurts landing anywhere. Instead, I felt the same waves of pleasure continuing to wash over me.

How as this possible? What was she doing? This was better than an orgasm, and it kept going and going! I cried out loud. The feeling was immense and overwhelming.

I *had* to know what she was doing to me! It was driving me crazy! I was trembling all over, and ever little touch from her would set me off again and again. It was almost as if her hand was *inside* me, touching some spot that made me go crazy with pleasure. I can't explain it. I never felt anything *close* to this before.

I couldn't stay blindfolded anymore. I *had* to see what was going on. I gave a sudden pull with my right arm, as hard as I could, and pop! The binding on my wrist broke, and I was free!

I removed my blindfold, pulled up, and looked down at my crotch to see *it*.

A pussy. *My* pussy. No!!!!

"Aaaah!" I screeched. I had a pussy between my legs! My balls were gone. My penis was gone. I had a *woman's* genitals. And my girlfriend's finger was down into my vagina, with her thumb on my clitoris! No wonder I was feeling new things, I was having a *female* orgasm!

"What are you doing! I told you not to look!" said Dorothy.

"What have you done to me? This can't be real! How can I have a pussy?"

"Calm down" she said.

"Calm? How can I be calm when my girlfriend stole away my manhood, and I have a pussy in its place now?"

She looked up at me, with tears in her eyes.

"What?" I said, still in shock at what I was seeing and feeling.

She wiped a tear from her eye.

"You stupid fool. I told you not to look."

"But I had to see!" I protested. "Quick, change me back."

"I can't anymore."

"What?"

"I can't, because you looked."

I went pale (well, even more pale than before). A heavy shock on top of another shock.

"You weren't supposed to look! You were supposed to just learn how I feel in bed, so you could be a better lover! But now that you've seen what you have between your legs, it's *permanent*. You will never go back to being a man again."

"How can that be?" I stammered.

"It would have been so wonderful! You would have known how to really give pleasure to a woman. We would have been so close together! But now, you're stuck. And I'm stuck with this thing."

She pulled up her camisole to show off her crotch. There it was. *My* penis.

"No..." I said.

"No? How do you think I feel? Do you think I want to be stuck with this stupid thing? Look at me! I'll never be able to wear anything tight again. All my cute clothes are useless now."

"Why don't you just get it cut off if you hate it so much?" I said, trying to be hurtful.

"You don't get it still, do you?" she said.

"I guess not" I replied.

"It's not just our genitals that have changed. You started a chain reaction, and *everything* is going to change."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I mean that within a week, you will be completely female. You'll have boobs. You'll be pretty. You will be a woman, in every way."

"No...." I said.

"And I'm going to become a man" she said, sobbing.

I undid my other hand, and put my arms around her to hug her. I held her close. And I felt something shocking: between her legs, she was starting to get hard.

"What's happening?" she said, looking down. "Oh no, I'm getting an erection. This is terrible!"

"Look how big you are! I was that big?" I asked.

"Oh yes, you were. I think it just looks bigger because it's on my body. You're six inches taller than me, so it would look smaller on you."

"Am I going to shrink down to your size?"

"Yes. You're going to end up looking just like me. And I'm going to be you."

She was playing with her new genitals, and she was still hard as a rock.

"I want to feel a male orgasm. I've always wondered what its like" she said.

"You know guys, we want sex all the time."

"Lay back, spread your legs wide. You're all wet, and I'm all hard, so the least you can do is put out for me."

I did as she asked, lying on my back and spreading my legs. She rammed her new 'thingie' into me, and I was overwhelmed again with the feeling it gave me. It felt so satisfying to have that thing inside of me! But I was disappointed that it wasn't making much contact with my clitoris, so I wasn't getting the intense orgasms I had before, when I was blindfolded.

But this was different, but still good. I didn't want the feeling to stop. But just when I felt like I was close to hitting another orgasm, I felt a splash of warmth within me. I had made her come.

She immediately pulled out, and went to the bathroom to clean it up.

"Nooo!" she said.

"What now?" I asked, not sure if there was anything that could be worse than the current situation.

"That's all? One second of pleasure, and not even anything close to a female orgasm?"

"Well..." I said.

"I mean, I'm stuck being a man, and I don't even get a good orgasm anymore? You men really amaze me. You go around wanting sex all the time, and this is all you get out of it?"

She slammed the bathroom door shut in anger. I was overcome with exhaustion, and I had to lay down and close my eyes.

* * *

 

Now there are lots of things about my girlfriend that I really loved. Her body, especially her generous breasts, and her nice tight ass. I also loved her long brown hair, her legs, her pretty face, her laugh.

But there were things I hated about her too. Her moodiness, her annoying habits like talking on the phone to her friends *all* the time, the way that she lived to shop. I hated how she flirted with other guys, even when I was there (she said it was just in her nature, and she didn't mean anything by it). And I hated her *smell* at that certain time of the month that men dread.

And all night long, I kept wondering: if what she said was true, and I was becoming *her*, then would I have all her bad habits? Did they go with the body, or the mind? And what exactly would happen to my mind if my body kept changing to become like hers?

When I woke up in the morning, I remembered everything from the previous night. I didn't even have to feel down there between my legs, I knew that I had her pussy. Me! It was almost impossible to get my head around the fact that I had a vagina now. The thing that defined you as a woman? I had one between my legs. It was hard not to touch it, and when I wasn't touching it, it was hard not to think about.

I got up right away, and took a shower. Partly because I felt dirty after all the sex last night. But also, because I wanted to scan myself for changes.

The first thing I noticed right away in the shower was that not only didn't I need to shave, but the hair on my chest and arms was quit a bit finer and lighter. It was almost disappearing it seemed. There wasn't any swelling on my chest (thank goodness!), but my nipples did seem bigger than I remembered. I hoped it was just from her sucking on them, and not part of the impending change. I didn't know how I'd handle having boobs.

Dorothy walked into the bathroom, and I had to hold back laughter. Because while my beard hadn't grown at all overnight, hers had! She had dark stubble on her face, and needed a shave. Her chest and arms and back was also showing some hair.

"If you say a word, I'll kill you!" she said, looking at herself in the mirror. "I've got a beard! Do you realize how terrible it is for a woman to see herself with a beard?"

"Not as bad as a man finding that he's got a vagina" I said.

"Look, I'm standing up to pee" she replied, as she used the toilet. I noted that she failed to put the seat down when she was done.

"You forgot!!!" I teased. "Just like a man."

"Just like a woman to notice" she shot back.

She shaved with my razor, and we got dressed up and went about our day as normal, but we both hurried back after work, afraid that any further changes might cause havoc. In fact, she had a case of "5 O'clock Shadow" going, while I looked in the mirror, and I was sure that my breasts were starting to bud.

She aggressively came over to me, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me hard. I felt an unfamiliar sensation within me, between my legs as she put her hand on my enlarged tit.

"I feel something weird between my legs" I said.

"You're getting wet" she replied. "You're lubricating, because you want me inside you."

"You sure are aggressive tonight" I said.

"This *thing* on me wants sex all the time. I've been hard all day. Do you know how terrible that feels? I've got to relieve my needs. Now get out of those pants and spread your legs. Unless you want to get on your knees and use your mouth."

Wow, she was very sexually aggressive. And for some strange reason, it turned me on! In no time I was on my back, my legs spread wide and pointed up into the air. I moaned as she plunged deep into me, again and again.

When I felt the warm spurt of fluid, she pulled out, got off me, and went to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry. What's for dinner?" she said.

"What about me? I didn't get to come yet!" I said.

"Whine, whine, whine. Just get in here and cook me some dinner!"

I had never been like that with her, had I? Was she trying to pay me back? Or was her first taste of testosterone taking over and making her so aggressive?

As I prepared dinner, I had to wonder: if she was being pushed by the testosterone, what was estrogen doing to me? Would it effect me as much as the male hormones effected her? I was scared. I felt so helpless! It was overwhelming. I had never been paralyzed by an emotion before, and it was truly life changing to feel that way.

After I did the dishes, I had to go potty, so I went into the bathroom. When I was done, I carefully wiped out my new pussy. I smelled something, which sent cold shivers up and down my spine. A smell I *hated*. The smell of Dorothy's period. I looked at the toilet paper in my hand. It was stained red.

"AAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!" I yelled.

"What is it?" said Dorothy, who ran to me all concerned.

"I held up the red stained tissue."

"Aw you big baby, it's just your period. You had better put a tampon in."

"I don't know how" I said.

"Ugh! Don't you know anything? Here, the directions are right on the box. Get it? You put it inside you, and leave the string hanging out."

I did it, and it felt very unpleasant to me. I hated this. I wanted to cry.

 

That night, we didn't talk very much. I felt grumpy and upset. She was cold and distant. We watched TV, and ate popcorn, but other than that, we might as well have been alone.

* * *

When I woke up in the morning, things were far worse than I could have imagined. I immediately felt *them* on my chest. Boobs. I had boobs! They weren't as big as Dorothy's were, but they felt like two Mt. Everests to me.

I looked over to her, and saw that he boobs had shrunk a lot. There were only a few inches big now. That made me feel even worse, because that meant I was going to grow *more*. If they were bad now, what would happen when I got another few inches bigger in my chest?

Also, Dorothy didn't look like Dorothy anymore. Her face had changed a lot. Her features were harsher, stronger. She was starting to look like a man. I ran to the bathroom, and was horrified to find that the opposite had happened to me. You could still tell it was me, but my features were softening. I was starting to look like a girl.

I turned around to see Dorothy looking at me. She had a full erection going.

"Those big tits of your are turning me on" she said. "Bend over."

I leaned forward against the counter, and she pulled my boxers down, and came at me from behind. I had never been 'taken' before, and I was just trying to catch my breath as she pounded me. She put her hands all over my breasts, which were now feeling tender and sore. When she pulled out, I was ready to crumple into a pile on the floor.

"Well, we can't go to work today looking like this" she said. I noticed how much her voice had deepened. I guess mine was higher too, but I didn't notice as much. Yet.

After I cooked breakfast for her, I started on the laundry. I did the housework, but she wasn't very helpful, just sitting there watching TV most of the day. By the time I was done clearing the dinner plates from the table, I could barely recognize that she had ever been Dorothy. She looked completely male now.

And of course, that meant that I was all woman. Me! A woman! It was true. I looked in the mirror. I was completely female. I looked female. I *felt* female. I was a girl, all the way.

My period had stopped already, and when I saw Dorothy on the couch, I was suddenly overcome with desire.

"Come here lover" I said. "I want you inside me. Now."

Dorothy smiled, and walked over to me. Her sex drive was like that of a 17 year old boy. But this time, I made her slow down, and take care of me too.

"I'll lay down for you any time you want" I said, "but you've got to please me too. You've got to take care of me. Do you understand?"

"Yeah babe" said Dorothy.

By the time that Dorothy had mounted me, and was pumping away on top of me, I had already come twice. This was just the icing on the cake. I *loved* how this felt. I wanted it all the time. This made being a woman all worthwhile.

"I love you" I said after Dorothy had come inside me.

"Hmmph" said Dorothy.

"You know, I was thinking" I said. "I *am* a woman now. And you're a man."

"Yeah"

"Well, I think we need to change names. You're not Dorothy anymore, are you?"

"No. That's a name for a chick."

"Then its settled. We'll take each other's names."

I was Dorothy now. Me. That's who I was now; a woman named Dorothy.

* * *

 

"I'm tired of the same old things in bed" I said to my boyfriend. "I want to try something different. Something new! Something sensuous! You're always wanting to go so quickly."

"Whatever" he said.

I was so upset! He never took care of me anymore. He wanted sex all the time, but once he got on top of me and did his thing, he wanted to roll over and go to sleep. Not even talk, or snuggle. I felt like he was just using me for sex.

I wondered if it was time to move on, and find another lover. I wanted to have children one day, but he wouldn't even commit to marrying me. But I loved him. I put up with all this, because I loved him.

I would work on him. I would get him to change. I'd help him become a loving, supportive, sensitive man. Then he'd marry me, and we'd be happy together.

I sighed. I had a lot of work to do.

  

  

  

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