Pick Up

by Jennifer White

  

I looked up from my barstool, and there she was. This absolutely *hot* chick, who I had never seen before. My heart leaped in my chest, and my thingie in my pants. She wore a tight red dress that showed off her curves and her big tits. She had on high heels, and she had long sleek legs. Wow!

"Hello, can I buy you a drink?" I said. Okay, not the greatest line, but all that I could think of at the time!

"Sure thing. I'll take a bloody mary."

We sat, drank, and in fifteen minutes, she had her arm around me! The way she crossed her legs and spun her barstool closer to me, it was quite clear what she wanted.

"Check please!" I said. We walked out of the bar with her hand in my back pocket. I was the luckiest guy in the world.

* * *

 

In the rented motel room, she got right to work. As soon as we had the door locked and the curtains closed, she was all over me! We were kissing, with her pinning me against the wall.

"I need you. Now!" she said.

"Just what I was thinking" I replied, which made her laugh. She even liked my sense of humor!

She kicked off her shoes, and had me undress her. I unzipped her dress, and got that off of her somehow. Then her nylons, then her panties. I undid her bra, and exposed her heavenly breasts. Oh how full and perfect they were! I was hard as a rock, and I had been drinking for hours. She had just a perfect body, in every way. I was in love already.

She was rough with me as she tore my clothes off me, like an animal. But that got me even more wound up. We hugged and kissed, and she pulled me down onto the bed.

"I want to be on top" she said. "Is that all right with you?"

No need to ask me twice! I laid on my back and grinned. She tossed her mane of long hair and laughed. She straddled my legs, and slid up closer and closer to me. She used her hands to guide me into her warm wet vagina. Wow, what a feeling! I tingled all over.

"I'm going to go slow. I want you to last a long time" she said.

"Fine by me!" I replied, reaching up to fondle her breasts.

She started rocking slowly, sometimes with full long thrusts, sometimes with quick short ones. Then she would pause, and I would feel myself surrounded by her. I could smell her perfume. I looked into her deep blue eyes, and wow! She was just something else.

 

But that was when I noticed something strange. Her face. There was something funny about it I had noticed. It was almost....boylike. I ran my fingers through her hair, and wondered why I had thought it was so long before. It barely came down to her shoulders. I wasn't *that* drunk. What was wrong with me?

I touched her breasts again, and it was weird. Before, they were so big that they completely filled my hands, and then some. But now, I could easily cup my hands over her little perky breasts.

Her thrusting continued, and I was still wound up, but now I was starting to get scared. I hadn't noticed her slight mustache problem before. And it looked like she needed...a shave? Her face! It had thicker hairs on it. What happened to those high beautiful cheekbones? I was looking at the face of a man! Impossible!

I looked down to her hairy chest, with its little nipples, and lack of breasts. It was a man's chest. She wasn't a woman at all! She was a man! She held my wrists down on the bed now, and I couldn't move them. He was overpowering me, and I suddenly felt weak all over.

"What's going on? Please stop" I said, but he just grinned. He *did* have a beard. Oh god no!

"Please, I don't want this. I don't like men in bed" I said.

"You will soon" he replied in his deep voice. "You are turning into a woman now, and I am going to make you mine."

"That's not true!" I said, but my voice sure did sound awful high.

He just laughed. He released my wrists, and put his big rough hands on my little perky breasts.

 

What? Breasts, on me? No!!!! There was no way! It couldn't be true. What was going on? How could I have a smooth chest with no hair? And visibly growing mounds of female flesh?

"No! Stop!" I said.

"You're so pretty when your mad" he said.

"I'm pretty?"

"Oh yes. Look at your long hair!"

I reached up to touch my head, and brush the long blond hair off my face. My face! I touched it, and it was perfectly smooth. And smaller. Even my hands were changed. Instead of the big strong hand's I always had, they were petite, with thin fingers.

 

But that wasn't the worst. It was his next thrust, because that was the one where I noticed: it wasn't my dick penetrating into a girl's pussy anymore. It was him, penetrating me! I had a pussy! I had a vagina! And I was getting screwed by a man.

"Please stop!" I said.

"It's only starting to get good" he replied. "You haven't had your orgasm yet."

He pinched my nipples with his strong fingers, then started thrusting harder and harder. I didn't want this to happen. I wanted to get the hell away from there. But suddenly, it happened. I came. And came. And came. Orgasm after orgasm! I could not believe it. It was nothing like the quick momentary second of delight I had felt as a man. It was less intense, but it kept going on and on. Involuntarily, I let out a low moan.

"There baby, now you're coming! You're so pretty. You're so beautiful."

I couldn't move. I was just overwhelmed by all the new sensations. I touched by big breasts, and squeezed them together.

"That's it babe, look sexy for me" he said.

My mouth was open, and my eyes rolled back into my head as I gasped for air. I felt a warmth inside me, and I knew that he had come too. He pulled off me, and started to dress in the male clothes in a pile on the floor.

 

I sat up, and looked at my new body. I was a woman! And I looked even hotter than the girl who had seduced me at the bar.

"What did you do to me!!!!" I screamed.

"Isn't it obvious? You're a girl now."

"Change me back!" I said.

He just smiled, and continued dressing.

"Where are you going? Tell me what's going on!" I demanded. I started to cry.

"I would suggest putting your clothes on" he said, motioning towards the dress and the girl's clothes on the floor.

"No! I want *my* clothes."

"Those are your clothes. You're a girl now honey. You'd look pretty silly in men's pants, wouldn't you? Now be a good girl, and dress yourself up."

I had no choice. I put on the panties, the nylons, the bra, and the red dress. Then I stepped into the high heel shoes.

"Your makeup is in your purse if you want to put it on before you leave. Bye now."

"Wait! What am I supposed to do?" I said.

"Oh I don't know. Find a man, and settle down I suppose."

"No! Change me back!" I demanded. I was *so* angry now.

"I'm sorry sugar, but that's impossible. You're a girl now, and forever. And you're never going back. Oh by the way, you're pregnant now too, so you had better find a man fast, before you start to show. Have a nice day."

What that, he walked out the door!

* * *

 

I sat on the bed, and didn't know what to do. I cried for a very long time. When the tears dried up, I went to the bathroom, to wash my face. I marveled at what a beautiful woman I was. I as stunning! I just could not believe it. But it was true.

I looked in the purse, and found just a few dollars, along with makeup and some other things like tampons and nail files. I pulled out the lipstick, and put it on my face. My hands just seemed to know what to do, like I had been wearing lipstick all my life. And the same for the mascara and the eye shadow. It just sort of automatically put them on.

I looked at the wallet in the purse. There was an ID card, with my picture on it. My female picture. It said my name was Julie. Julie Bates.

 

I put everything back into my purse, and put the strap over my shoulder. I had no idea what to do, or where to go. I needed a drink. So back to the bar.

I walked in the bar, and saw my buddy Phil.

"Hey Phil" I said, sitting down next to him.

"Well hello there gorgeous" he said, his eyes staring at my chest. He didn't recognize me. He thought I was some sexy woman.

"I need a drink" I said. "Boilermaker."

"That's an unusual drink for a girl. My buddy Mark drinks those."

I just glared at him. I wanted to tell him, but how could I?

I drank quickly, and ordered another round. This body was quite a bit smaller than my old one, and the alcohol hit me hard. I was woozy already.

"You look too drunk to drive. Let me take you home" said Mark.

"Okay..." I mumbled. I felt like I was going to fall asleep any second.

We drove in Mark's mustang, which I had rode in hundreds of times before. But now I was a woman, and this seemed like the only option for somewhere to spend the night. But there was no way I would put out for him!

We got to his place, and I went to the couch to curl up.

"The bed is a lot more comfortable" he said.

"All right" I said, as he led me by the hand to the bedroom I had been in many times before, when I was a guy. I took off my shoes, sat on the bed, and watched the room spin.

* * *

 

The next thing I knew, it was morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. I had a massive hangover. Oh yeah, and I was a chick now too.

Why was I naked? I had fallen asleep with my dress on. I rolled over, and my arm hit Mark.

"Oh baby, you're up. You were really good last night" he said.

"What did we do?" I asked in a panic.

"Don't you remember?" he said, smiling at me.

"No..." I replied.

"Well, after you got into bed, you were all over me. Like an animal. We made love for hours, and you swore you'd be mine" he said.

"I did all that?"

"Oh yes baby. Let's do it again, now!"

"Lets not" I said.

 

Had I done that? I doubt it. Or did he do something to me after I fell asleep? That wasn't like him. But in either case, I was in trouble. I was a girl now, and the man last night had said I was pregnant. How was I going to raise a baby? I didn't have a job. I didn't have a home. What could I do?

"Will you marry me?" said Mark.

"What?" I replied.

"Last night was so good! I want to be with you always" he said. "I'll take good care of you. You can move in with me, here. I love you, and I'll do anything for you."

 

I was stunned. I hadn't even been a woman for 12 hours, and already I was pregnant, and I had a marriage proposal. But I had no place to go. No job. No hope. What could I do? I was trapped already.

"Yes" I said.

"Yes what?" he replied.

"Let's get married. Lets run off to Vegas this weekend, and elope."

"You mean that?" he said.

"Yes. Make the plans before I change my mind" I said.

He scurried out of bed to hit the internet and book a flight for us.

"I need you to take me clothes shopping. I need some new outfits" I said. How could I get by with just one red dress?

"Sure thing!" he said.

"Come on honey, lets get moving" I said.

* * *

 

I never would have imagined it was possible, and I never understood how it happened. But nine months later when I gave birth, I realized how much my life had changed. Mark took good care of my like he promised, and I named the baby Mark Jr. He loves me, but it will take quite a bit of time before I'm fully adjusted to this new life and new body.

Being a mommy is a very fulfilling experience though, and I was surprised to find that I love every minute of it. There is no feeling in the world like having a baby you carried for nine months feeding from your breasts. The bonding you feel...the closeness...it is indescribable. The best experience in the world.

"Come on Julie, we're going home" said Mark, as he pushed the wheelchair down the hallway of the hospital.

"Thanks love" I said. "Come on Mark Jr. Mommy and daddy are going to take you home now."

  

  

  

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