Turning into a girl had long been a hobby of mine, I had known a spell since I was a kid that would turn me into a girl for several hours. My grandmother had taught it to me, and it turned me into what I would have looked like had I been born a girl. It was harmless and I enjoyed living a bit of life on the other side.
As soon as I had become a teenager though the experiences had turned sexual, and I spent many hours exploring my teenage body. I noticed quickly however that instead of fantasizing about girls, I was fantasizing about boys when I was in my female body. At first I wondered if I was gay, but over time I accepted that it was only natural for me to be attracted to guys when I was a girl. In each body I was strictly heterosexual, and as a result of my exploration I became a pro at bringing girls to orgasm.
I hadn’t told a soul though, and as I got into my early 20’s though, I was no longer content to just pleasure myself, toys and fingers weren’t enough, and I when I was a girl I found myself wanting cock more and more. On more than one occasion during my self exploration I found myself fantasizing about my friend John, we had grown up together, shared everything, and were still very close.
When I was in my male body there was nothing but friendship, but more and more I found myself thinking about him when I was in my female body. Finally one day while we were hanging out we were talking about how we had both been single for quite a while and had not gotten laid in a while.
I decided now was as good of a time as any and I said to John, “I have a secret I want to share with you, but you wouldn’t believe me, so I’m going to show you.”
With that I got up and stood in front of him and began reciting the chant I had uttered countless times before. As I did my body slimmed down, taking on a youthful female appearance, my male assets disappearing and a tight female body taking it’s place.
“Holy shit!” was his response. “Sam what the hell is going on?”
“This is my secret.” I replied. “When I’m like this I go by Samantha, haven’t you ever wondered why I always score with women, this is why.” As I ran my hand along my body. “I’ve been doing this since I was a kid, and since we’ve both been single, I figured what the hell.”
“But you’re my best friend, I’m not gay, and neither are you.”
“Do I look like a guy?” I countered. “I’ve been doing this for so long this feels just as natural as my male body. Think of this as friends with benefits.” I said as I unbuttoned my shirt, letting my perky little tits out.
John was still uncertain, I can’t say I blamed him, he had only had a couple minutes to come to terms with this, I had years. “here let me convince you.” I said as I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. I grabbed his jeans, and unbuckled the belt, yanking down his pants and boxers, exposing his dick. I immediately grabbed it, knowing my fantasies were about to come to life.
I licked it lightly, which caused a little grunt of pleasure from John, and encouraged by that I began swirling my tongue around it and plunging it deep into my throat. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes before I had been a guy and now I was a tight brunette spinner bobbing up and down on a cock, but I was way too horny to think about that.
I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn’t hear John moaning in the background, but I did feel his hand suddenly on the back of my head, plunging my mouth deep down on his cock as he unloaded into my mouth. I drank down every drop, and pulled away, saliva and cum dripping down my lips.
“This might be a regular thing stud, but this is now our little secret.”
