David is looking for something a little bit different for his birthday with his girlfriend, Kyra, this year. Things may have gone too far, though, when he wakes up tied down one day - and finds himself transformed into a buxom and beautiful girl, with two young men near by with lust in their eyes. Ina new body and overcome with new emotions, he's about to find out how far he's willing to go for a bit of pleasure in his life.
Tied Down and Transformed is a story for mature audiences, and contains scenes of gender change, oral sex, dual penetration, a m/m/f threesome, gender swap sex. It is 5000+ words in length.
An excerpt of this story:
Pain sawed at my wrist. It didn’t move.
My heart began to pound. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten here. I’d been having dinner with Kyra, and then... blackness. I tried to move, but my body refused to shift as pain once again burned at my arms and legs.
“It’s no use,” my girlfriend said from somewhere behind me. I froze, the panic clawing at my mind easing slightly. If Kyra was here, well, things couldn’t be all that bad at least. I tried to crane my head, but found I could barely twist it. I could just make out my hand in the peripheral of my vision. I frowned. Something was wrong. I mean, yeah, I could see that my wrist was lashed down to something, but my fingers seemed off, barely seen out of the corner of my eye. I’m not sure why, but that sent my heart into an icy spiral right down into my stomach. Something was dreadfully off.
Kyra stepped around, lit by the gentle glow of candles from the side. By eyes bulged. She wore a pleated skirt that drifted just above her knees, a brilliant white shirt buttoned across her small breasts. She smiled at me, a gentle shake of her head setting her twin pigtails dancing. My girlfriend slid away from me, to something taller than her, covered by a sheet.
“Happy birthday, David,” she said. Her coy smile widened. “You said you wanted different.”
Her hand flicked out and tore the sheet down, revealing a tall free-standing mirror. My breath caught, and my mind fled. My eyes saw my reflection, but didn’t register what they saw.
A beautiful woman stared back at me, lashed down to an X-shaped wooden form in the center of our basement. She was naked, the curves of her luscious body lit by the warm glow of the candles set about the room, revealing every tantalizing and delicious detail. Thick ropes bound her wrists and ankles to the form, with a cloth gag tied stuffed into her mouth and tied behind her head.
I blinked in shock. The woman blinked back.
Oh, crap, I thought.