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My name is Jamie. I'm the kind of person you'd never give a second look if you passed me on the street. Or, well, I used to be. I guess I’m getting ahead of myself here. It all started a few days ago when I decided to take a walk in the woods with my best friend.
Michael and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We grew up across the street from each other, spent every spare minute together, and have basically been like brothers since we could walk and talk. So when it came time to choose a what we’d do after high school, we obviously chose the same college (No, I won’t tell you which one. The last thing I need right now is someone tracking me down in the real world). Luckily we were both accepted, and we were even able to get assigned as roommates for our freshman year. On the surface everything was going great. There was just one problem.
You see there was a not-so-white lie in my “like brothers” phrasing before. Mike’s loved me like a brother since forever. He’s always been there for me, and I’ve always been there for him. The thing is, this last few months I realized I’ve got a bit more than “brotherly” feelings for Mike. I hadn’t told anybody this, but over the last few years I realized I wasn’t exactly straight. I’m not gay (it probably wouldn’t have taken me so long to realize if I was), but along with the attraction to girls that Mike and I and many males of our species share, I’ve found that I’m just as attracted to guys.
People talk about always having known they were gay or lesbians or whatever. You always see stories about people having known since they were three or something. I wasn’t like that. I was 18 and (as far as I knew) straight as an arrow when I finally figured it out. One day a little more than a month before school ended Mike and I were spending a weekend at the local pool. We’d been there most of the day, and were hurriedly showering before the place closed for the day. Normally we’d take turns showering at one of our houses once we got back, but today we were going out to dinner with our families, so we had to shower in the wide-open public shower at the pool.
I’ve never liked to shower in public. Partly out of shyness, partly because I’m a bit heavier than I probably should be. Anyway, this was the first time that I could remember Mike and I being naked together since we were growing up. And that’s right where, after 18 years, I happened to look at another guy naked and, almost without realizing it, found myself getting hard. Like, really hard. Luckily I had the presence of mind to quickly turn myself away from him so it wouldn’t become immediately obvious to him that I was hilariously turned on. Still, I was stood there realizing that my assumed heterosexuality was suddenly making an “ass” out of Mike and me.
How exactly I managed to finish showering and get dressed while hiding my most insistent erection to date from my best friend I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fully explain, but I spent the rest of the night trying to determine if he had noticed anything odd at the pool. By the end of the night, I was feeling pretty confident that he hadn’t, which meant that once I went to bed that night my full attention had returned to the question I’d been afraid to ask myself all night: aren’t I straight?
I won’t go into too much detail on the rest of the night (trust me, you’ll get more than enough of that in a minute), but suffice it to say I “came” to the determination that while I was still very much interested in women, there definitely appeared to be a penis-shaped weakness in my sexual self-concept that Mike had blown all to hell in that shower. A weakness that became no easier to ignore after moving into a dorm with Mike that fall and spending night after night watching him undress for bed and being greeted morning after morning by the sight of his morning wood making a tent of his sheets.
Fast-forward to that fateful morning, where my life story truly goes off the deep end. Mike had decided that he wanted to try following one of the hiking trails in the woods near our campus, and asked if I wanted to go with him. I contemplated feigning an illness or simply a desire for more sleep (excuses I’d used liberally the past few weeks to buy time to let off some tension built up from the daily reminders of my newfound bisexuality), but whatever my newfound feelings for him, Mike was still my best friend, and I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t interested in spending time with him. I agreed, and a quick breakfast in the student center later I found myself walking a fairly well cleared but surprisingly empty trail through the woods outside campus.
“So, enjoying the walk?” Mike asked as he walked ahead of me.
“Yeah, it’s nice enough. I’m surprised we haven’t seen anyone else out here. I guess most students don’t usually get up before class to take a walk.”
“Yeah, probably not. Judging by the way everyone acts in our early classes, I’m guessing there aren’t a lot of morning people here.”
Mike paused and seemed like he was about to say something, but apparently he felt his phone vibrate since he quickly lost focus and fished it out of his pocket.
“Shit, I didn’t realize how late it is. I’ve got class starting in like fifteen minutes.” He looked at me apologetically. “We should probably head back.”
I started to agree with him, but at that moment I felt the strangest feeling. One second I felt completely normal, and the next I suddenly had to piss like a racehorse. I don’t think I’ve ever had to pee as bad as I did in that instant. Suddenly bouncing in place, I realized I hadn’t answered his last question, and Mike was looking at me expectantly.
“Hey, I guess with the conversation and all I didn’t realize I kinda need to pee really bad.” Somehow the sensation got even worse, and I started to worry I might wet myself right then and there. “I don’t think I can wait till we get back. Go on ahead, I’m gonna duck off the path and take care of business real quick. I’ll catch up to you later.”
Mike, clearly in too much of a hurry to talk about it further merely nodded and started back down the path. Not able to wait any longer, I quickly walked off the path and into the woods far enough that if anyone walked by they shouldn’t be able to see me. Reaching a small clearing, I quickly unzipped and pulled out my penis, but the instant it popped free from my jeans, I suddenly found myself completely unable to move. One second I was dancing around trying not to wet myself and the next I found myself literally unable to move a single muscle as I felt my pants slide down to my ankles without my being able to stop them.
“Sorry about the sudden urinary issue, but I needed to find a way to get you separated from your…friend.”
The voice came from over my left shoulder. As I tried and failed to turn my head to see who was talking to me, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen walked out from behind me and stood off to my left where, without being able to turn my head, I could just barely see her. The confusion at my paralysis and her sudden appearance quickly gave way to embarrassment as I realized she had a clear view of my exposed penis, still hanging out the front of my pants waiting to release my bladder.
“I’ve been watching you for a few days now, and that conversation with your friend a minute ago convinced me you’re the person I’ve been waiting for.” She walked closer, and then leaned forward until her face was only an inch or two from mine. She looked down to where my penis jutted out my pants. “Let me take care of that for you, so we can get down to business.”
She raised her left hand in front of my face and made some sort of gesture with it, and without my having any say in the matter my penis came to a raging erection, pointing straight out from my body. She smiled, snapped her fingers, and instantly I started pissing like I never have before. She waited while my bladder emptied itself onto the forest floor in front of her, and then looked back up at me.
“Now that’s cleared up, it’s about time I tell you why I brought you out here.” She walked back behind me, appearing again on my right shoulder. “You’re probably wondering what’s going on. Long ago, I made a deal with the first dean of this college to grant his students here success.” She smiled and looked me up and down, and I became aware that my penis was still in its unnatural erect state, and had actually started to dribble precum down onto the ground in front of me. “I’m a sort of god you see. Not the ‘capital g’ kind, just a being of incredible power over the area I call home. Now, even though that dean is long dead, I’m still bound to help the students here for as long as the college continues to exist. And since the moment you set foot on this campus, I haven’t been able to ignore the turmoil I’ve felt in you.”
She put her arm over my shoulder, and spoke directly into my ear. “I know you’ve found yourself dealing with new feelings towards your friend.” She looked down to where my erection was jutting out of my pants. “I can’t explain fully, but I have an offer to make.” She moved around me so her face was in front of mine, moved her hand again, and the muscles in my mouth and jaw came back to life. “All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll grant you the powers you’ll need to come to terms with your new feelings and find happiness.” I can’t explain how, but at that moment I was filled with the certainty that every word she had said was true, and that, somehow, she could do exactly what she said. “So, do we have a deal?”
Almost without thinking, I found myself answering “Yes.”
She smiled again, and moved in front of me fully. I noticed her feet hovered an inch above the ground, as though she was too pure to touch the dirt directly. She moved her hand under my shirt and rested it on my stomach, and I found I could no longer speak. “This is going to feel strange, but know that everything that’s going to happen will help you.” She leaned rested her head on my shoulder, and whispered into my ear. “And know that I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
She pulled her head back, and made another odd gesture with her free hand. I felt a strange warmth radiate from her hand on my stomach. She started slowly moving her had down my stomach, radiating warmth into my core as she slit downwards. My stomach did a somersault as her fingers pushed into my pubes, spreading on either side of my still raging erection. As she pressed her fingers into my crotch, I felt my balls pull tight against my body as I found myself instantly brought to the very edge of orgasm. I felt muscles spasm once as I started to cum, but instead of the release I now desperately needed, my crotch locked up, every muscle tensed and waiting to ejaculate.
But instead of spraying my seed on the ground, I felt my balls crush themselves into my body and start to pull inward. I felt them sink deep into my body, rising up and inward as my now empty scrotum began twitching harder. I felt a rush of wetness as my abandoned sack split down the center, blossoming into a series of folds surrounding a new hole deep into my body. While my paralysis stopped me from looking down, I was somehow immediately aware that I was now the owner of a brand new and apparently extremely eager vagina.
And suddenly it was finished. I felt her release me and step back, whispering in my ear “I know you may find these changes hard to accept. Your body is telling you things you may not be ready to hear yet.” As if to underscore her words, my new hole began radiating warmth, twitching along with my still rock hard cock. I was still frozen on the edge of orgasm, desperate to reach out and stroke myself to release, but I could now also feel that emptiness in my vagina aching to be filled. “Trust what your body is telling you. If you try to ignore it, you may find you’re unable to control yourself in the heat of the moment.” At the word “heat” I felt pulsing contractions flutter up and down the new muscles in my crotch, and suddenly a decidedly less masculine fluid began to run down in parallel with the stream of precum that I’d been leaking continuously. She walked behind me and out of my view again, but I could still hear her voice whispering in my ear “You may also run into some other students I’ve bestowed gifts to. Many of them are uniquely equipped to help deal with your new… urges. Be sure to seriously consider any help they offer to you, even if your male half may find it challenging.”
I felt her pull away, and with a sudden cool breeze that sent chills up my spine I felt her presence disappear. There was a brief moment where I was worried the paralysis would remain, but suddenly I found my body fall forward onto my hands and knees as the inhuman stiffness in my muscles lifted.
I may have no longer been magically frozen but the unbelievable changes my body had just gone through kept me just as immobile as I tried and failed to wrap my brain around what had just happened. I suspect I might have stayed there on the ground for quite some time had my body not at that moment decided to remind me that it was still intensely aroused.
My brain apparently decided to take this opportunity to step aside for a while and I found myself instinctively grabbing my rock hard erection with my left hand and groaning as my precum-slicken hand slid up and down its length. It felt sublime. Never had my cock felt so sensitive. I found myself thrusting forward instinctively as though I was thrusting into a willing partner instead of just my own hand.
But somehow it wasn’t enough. In spite of the fact that I was incredibly close to orgasm before my wonderful goddess (“Where did that come from?” some still-functioning fragment of my mind wondered) had released me I now found that no matter how high up the slope to release my hand took me, the destination seemed to slide just a little bit further away. After several moments of feverish jerking off I heard a little voice that I thought sounded very much like my goddess whisper in the back of my mind. “Your body may still look male, but as far as sex goes your new feminine side is now firmly in the ‘driver’s seat,’ as I believe you mortals say. Your maleness might feel nice to touch, but if you want to reach that climax you so clearly desire you’ll need to accept that it isn’t your primary organ anymore.”
As though to underscore her point I felt my new hole twitch intensely and looking down I saw an actual stream of wetness pouring out from it onto the ground below me. Desperate for release and almost without thinking I slid my chest down onto the ground as I took my weight off my right arm. Sliding my right hand down past my left hand as it kept stroking my cock I felt heat pouring off my new hole as I paused for the briefest second before my intense need forced me to continue.
“Ugh!” My brain completely shut down as I groaned out a decidedly non-masculine noise the instant I felt my fingers penetrate my vagina. It was like nothing I’d felt before. No matter how good my cock feels, it’s my cock that feels good. The same apparently wasn’t true for a vagina. As I instinctively pushed another finger inside myself I felt spikes of pleasure shooting all over my body. The fingers in my hole were sending the most intense pleasure everywhere from my stomach to my nipples and down to my toes. I swear in that moment my scalp felt sexy.
And finally I was at the precipice. I felt like all the tension in my body was pooling in my new and improved crotch. Again I heard the words of my goddess in the back of my mind. “You know, I didn’t expect your first orgasm in your new body to be ‘face down, ass up.’ You’re much more responsive to your new body’s desires than I though you would be. That’s wonderful.” The genuine happiness I felt from her radiated palpably from the word “wonderful,” and I felt the sensation of what I somehow knew were her lips kiss the spot at the top of my new vagina where my clit suddenly made itself known.
I’ve had a lot of orgasms in my life. Hardly a day goes by where I don’t get myself off at least once. None of them compared to this. It felt like my pussy pumped liquid joy straight up my spine and into my brain as it clenched down wildly on my fingers and poured actual liquid out onto the ground below me. Where before I’d been thrusting my cock forward into my hand I now found myself uncontrollably thrusting backwards into my fingers as I imagined they belonged to a partner who was stretching out my new hole. “YES! I’m cumming! Fuck me harder!” I heard screamed out in a voice I realized belatedly was my own.
Some part of me started to worry slightly as a realized that unlike my standard orgasms this one didn’t seem to be stopping. I felt a sudden salty warmth strike my open mouth as I found that my cock had apparently reached orgasm as well, and I had stopped stroking it and held it pointed at my face. Possibly another gift from my goddess, as I found I wasn’t in control of my left arm anymore while several more globs shot into my open mouth. The taste of cum in my mouth redoubled my ongoing orgasm, and I found myself groaning something that sounded like “more cum” through my now full mouth as my pussy continued to climax wildly.
After what were probably minutes but felt like hours, my runaway orgasm finally began to slow down. Shakily I pulled my hands away from my collection of genitals and rolled over onto my back. I realized belatedly that my mouth was still full of my cum, and while trying to muster the energy to roll back onto my side and spit it out I found myself instead swallowing it. The sensation of the sticky substance sliding down my throat was joined by one last whisper of “Good slut!” from my goddess and my pussy clenching in one last orgasmic aftershock as though to underscore her point.
After a few more moments I slowly started picking myself back up and began pulling my somehow remarkably clean clothes back into place, deciding to postpone thinking about the ramifications of the possibly actually religious orgasmic experience that I’d just gone through until after I’d taken a shower and tracked down some non-ejaculate based food.