The Metamorphosis Lounge

It had been several hours since I last spoke to my girlfriend, Melissa. Boy, had I really done it this time! I mean all I wanted to do was have the guys over and watch the game. It’s not my fault she’s a woman and her place is in the kitchen! Why does she have to get so upset about me asking her to make the guys some food and keep the place clean. As a woman, that’s her bloody job!

Letting out a sigh, I look down at my phone and the directions given to me by google maps. Heading down the block, I find myself standing in front of the large ominous cooperate-looking building.

“This must be the place,” I mutter as I slip my phone back into my cargo shorts. “Metamorphosis lounge…hmm.”

As I walk through the front door and into the lobby, I started really questioning why Melissa had demanded I visit this place. We’ve had a huge argument, so it was a little odd, but in all honesty, I just wanted to get out of the house. The further away from that menstruating hag the better.

Walking up to the main reception, I notice many stunning young ladies walking around in what can only be described as skin-tight black latex play suites. I genuinely couldn’t help but stare at these two beautiful babes. The smaller blonde was kneeling on the floor, begging the taller dark-haired one to stop whipping her. It was super hot!

“Hello sir, can I help you?” The young reception asks as I approach.

Her pristine black dress making me feel extremely undressed for the place. It appears even the naughtiest of places have a strict dress code. Not like the strip clubs, I usually visit.

“Hey sweety,” I casually reply as I lean up against the reception counter. “My girlfriends booked me in this evening.”

“Oh, is that right sir?” She asks with a big friendly smile. “Can I take your name please?”

“Brian,” I reply. “Brian Underwood.”

She franticly typing away on her keyboard.

“Ah yes,” she says as she looks back up at me and grins. “You are a lucky man, Mr. Underwood. Your girlfriend has booked you in for the deluxe package.”

“What is that exactly?” I inquire, leaning towards the young woman behind the desk, hoping to catch a glimpse of her blouse bunnies.

That’s when I hear loud clicking and clacking noise, of someone walking in heels, directly behind me.

“Mr. Underwood I presume?” an alluring feminine voice asks.

Turning to see who it was, I’m greeted by the sight of a tall beauty of a redhead. Her black latex play suite barely keeping her perky large breasts contained.

“Who’s asking,” I reply suspiciously, as I look her up and down.

“I’m your artist for this evening.” She softly replies as she gently grabs hold of my hand. Her dainty soft fingers wrapping around my greasy sweaty palm.

“Artist?” I question as the stunning woman turns, with a playful hair flick, and starts leading me down the hall.

“Yes, artist.” She responds with confidence. “I like to think I’m the best here. So, you are lucky and in for an unforgettable experience.”

My penis couldn’t helo but throb with excitement as she leads me down the grey bland corridor. I could have watched her sexy plump arse wiggle in her latex pants all evening. Lucky for me, we pass door after door after door, meaning I did get quite the extended view. As we walked, my penis was pushing firmly against my boxers, wanting to grow mighty. I awkwardly shift it, knowing it was only a matter of time before It got some well-needed attention.

That’s when we stopped and stood outside door number sixty-nine. She lets go of my hand and opens the door wide open. As the door opens, my nose was assaulted with the smell of chemicals. It was like the room was sanitized constantly throughout the day.

“Please go in and sit down,” she says delicately. “Once you sit down, we can begin.”

I give her a satisfied smile, nod, and walk into the dimly lit room. The only thing going through my mind was how I’m about to get my own personal strip session. The girl Melissa has brought for me is an absolute beauty! If this is what I get for pissing her off, I need to start treating her like shit more often!

As enter and look around the room, I notice a single large metallic-looking chair in the middle of the room. Other than that, the room was completely empty. The smell of chemicals gets stronger as I approached the strange-looking chair.

“So how's this going to go down?” I ask with a smug expression. “I’d love for you to start by rubbing those sexy big boobs in my face.”

“My Underwood,” She says as she closes the door behind her and bolts the door locked. “Please sit down and we can begin.”

“Ok… okay,” I chuckle. “Well, I hope with this deluxe package, you're going to give me a happy ending? Do you best sweetie, ok!”

“A Happy ending?” she asks walking towards me with that sexy body of hers. “Oh, yes. Someone will be very happy once I’m finished with you,” she smiles.

I take one more look around the room, before sitting in the chair. Its cold hard surface was not comfortable at all. As I lean back, trying to get comfortable, the redhead woman walks behind me and out of sight.

“Baby,” I speak out in discomfort. “You got a pillow or something back there?”

I hear the clicking and clacking of her heels as she walks around behind me. “Is that what you like best about being a man, Mr. Underwood?” she asks.

“What?” I ask getting a little impatient.

“Do you feel like women are meant to serve you?” she asks as the clacking of her heels gets closer.

That’s when I feel the weight of her breasts resting on my shoulder. “This will make you more comfortable,” she whispers softly into my ear.

My enjoyment soon turns to confusion as I feel a sharp prick in the side of my neck. I wasn’t sure what's going on and when I look, she’s jabbed me in the neck with a huge needle.

“What the fuck!” I exclaim. “What did you just do?”

She leans in again, the same as before. I could see her massive tits resting on my shoulders, but I couldn’t feel them.

“I’ve given you a sedative,” she whispers seductively into my ear. The heat and moisture, of her breath on my ear, is about the only thing I could feel. “Trust me when I tell you that this is for the best.”

“For the best!?” I shout angrily. “I can’t feel my body at all! How are you going to pleasure me if I can’t feel my little soldier?”

The redhead throws her head back with violent laughter.

“I love that you still think I’m about to pleasure you!”

As I watch her belly laugh, my brain is telling me to run like hell, but I can’t move, my entire body is unresponsive.

“Ok…okay,” I plea with her. “Whatever this is, can we please stop? I want to leave.”

“That’s not going to happen,” the redhead smiles as she mischievously flicks hair from her eyes. “I’ve got some art to perform.”

“Art?” I question with a voice crack. Now feeling a little scared.

“Yes sweetie,” she replies. “I’m a TG artist.”

“What the fuck is that?” I nervously reply.

“Oh hush now,” she barks back.

Without hesitation, she stuffs my mouth with a red ball gag. I do my best to spit it out, but my body just wouldn’t respond in the way I wanted it to.

I’m really starting to panic.

“Do you know why you are here?” she screams at me as she rips the trainers off my feet and hurls them across the room.

I couldn’t respond, even if I wanted to. She clearly knew I had no idea, from the fearful look in my eyes.

“Your girlfriend, Melissa, has had enough of your disgusting attitude towards women.” She spits as yanks down my shorts and tosses them.

“She wants you to walk a mile in her shoes,” she says with a wide grin as she leans over my body. “That’s where I come in!”

I focus on the fire in her eyes. This broad is fucking mental! All I want to do was scream for help.

Taking some scissors, she cuts my t-shirt and drops it to the floor.

“Don’t worry,” she says giving a sinister smile. “We’ve got a new, more fitting, outfit for you.”

I let out a small moan, trying to cry for help, but it’s not good. The ball gag has me completely silenced and I still can’t move a single muscle.

The crazy broad then ruthlessly rips off my boxers, leaving me completely naked.

“Well well well,” she laughs. “You’ve got quite the package down here.”

With her hand, she gently lifts my cock up and starts to investigate. She then instantly drops it, like last night's trash, she claps her hands twice.

“I’m going to need machine number 5,” she shouts out.

I hear a loud rumble, and above me, a hatch opens in the ceiling. My head was at just the right angle for me to watch this machine slowly lower from the hatch. It was covered in wires, buttons, and medical-looking tubes. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before.

The machine stops about a half meter above my head. At this point, sweat was now beading off my brow like crazy. What the fucking hell was this crazy bitch about to do to me!?

“Ok sweetie,” she says as she starts pressing buttons and pulling levers.  “I promise your transformation into a girl won’t hurt.”

What the fuck did she just say!

I start panicking like mad. My heartbeat rises like crazy. Was she being serious? Is that even possible? Why would Melissa want me to be a woman? I try again to trash my body, but it was useless. I couldn’t move.

The crazy redhead started hooking tubes up to my body. I couldn’t feel exactly where, but I could see the two large ones sticking out from my chest.

I watch on as the machine hisses into action and the tubes started swaying backward and forwards. I could feel tugging and pulling sensations all over my body.

I try again to scream for help, but it’s no use. The machine above my head was roaring away like crazy.

That’s when I see the crazy redhead appear above my face. She looks down at me with concentration. Before I know it, she’s covered my head completely. I now couldn’t see anything. All I could hear was the buzzing of the machine and the violent pulling on my body.

I had no idea how much time had passed when I next saw any light. My sense had been completely muffled to the point I was almost in sensory deprivation. My mind had been racing with all sorts of possibilities of what's happening to me. I was hanging on to the desperate hope that this was all just a joke and Melissa just wanted to teach me a lesson.

The light above me is blinding. It hurts my eyes and I try desperately to get my vision into focus.

I could hear movement around me. People franticly moving around and making noise.

“Ah, she’s waking up.” I hear one of them say as I try again to open my eyes.

A darkened silhouette of a person's face then appears directly in front of the light. I do my best to focus on and decern who it was.

“Miss Underwood,” the person says to me.

My eyesight starts to focus and standing above me was that crazy redhead in the latex playsuit.

Terrified, I try and break free. Much to my surprise, my body moves. I can feel my legs and arms again! This is my chance, I have to break free before they do anything more to me.

I do my best to sit up, but my wrists and ankles are tied down.

The crazy redhead just looks down and smiles.

“Right, Miss Underwood. It’s time for your big reveal!”

As I fearfully worry about what the means, the chair starts lifting me upright. As I’m lifted, a mirror comes into view. In the reflection, I see another sexy, latex-covered beauty.

As the chair jolts to a stop, I look at the girl's face in the reflection. It’s Melissa! What's she doing here dressed like that?

I try trashing myself free and calling for her to help me. As I do, I watch Melissa’s reflection copy my exact movements.

My brain couldn’t comprehend what it was seeing and just as my mouth drops in shock. The crazy redhead then leans herself up against me.

She runs her hand up and down my side, and I feel every movement of her hand. I look into the mirror and there she is, doing the same to Melissa in the reflection.

“I love this part,” she giggles as she holds onto my waist and gives it a squeeze. “Have you worked it out yet? That’s you in the mirror. You are now Melissa. You are now one hundred percent female!”

Shocked, I just stare directly at the worried-looking woman in the reflection.

“I’ve done a stunning job too, don’t ya think?” The crazy redhead asks as she moves her hand down my waist and to my crotch. “Your new pussy is completely new. Melissa wanted you to experience losing your virginity as a woman.”

I watch on terrified, as I see her rub my reflections new pussy. I feel every movement of her hand. It was like nothing I’d felt before. It was unreal. The feeling of emptiness, down there was mind-shattering. 

She quickly moves her hand away as a loud knock at the door averts her attention. Stepping away from me and heading to answer, I’m left staring directly at my new feminine body.

I felt disgusting and dirty as I gaze hatefully at my girlfriend's slender, latex-covered body. I start despising my own existence. Was that really me now? Did I really have those big boobs, barely being held in by the same sort of skin-tight outfit worn by that crazy redhead bitch!?

Grimacing at the sigh before me, I hear the clacking of the redhead bitches heels heading back my way.

“Miss Underwood,” she says. “This is a little unusual, straight after your transformation, but you have a visitor.”

Not being able to move my head, due to it being strapped down, I start worrying about what's going to happen next and who this visitor is.

“Wow,” I hear a familiar male voice cry. “You’ve done a stunning job! The deluxe package was well worth the money!”

In the mirror's reflection, I see the back of a man standing in front of my body. He’s large, with board shoulders and a buzz cut. Although his voice sounded familiar to me, I couldn’t work out who it was.

“So, did you put in the extra tight vagina, as I requested?” the man asks.

“All requests have been accommodated,” the redhead replies.

Just as I start putting two and two together, the man turns to face me in the reflection in the mirror. My eyes bulge with disbelief, as I see my face staring back at me. It was one hundred percent my face, but it was somehow more masculine and chiseled.

“Hello, Brain,” he says with a smile as he looks directly into my eyes. “What do you think of my new body? It’s supposed to be yours, but I’ve made some adjustments.”

What the fuck! Is that Melissa? Has she turned herself into me? That can’t be!

“I assume you’ve worked it out from the expression you’re pulling with that pretty little face of mine,” he chuckles. “It’s me, Melissa. I’m now you and you are now me. Isn't it just breathtaking!”

“Excuse me,” the redhead interrupts. “You wanted to try it out?”

Melissa turns and gives her a wide grin.

“Oh yeah. Is that possible?”

“Sure. Let me just check. Are we calling you Melvin now?” the redhead inquires.

“That’s right,” Melissa smiles.

“Ok Melvin, I will get her set up. If you want to get yourself going, just as your rehabilitation officer showed you, then we can have her give you a quick blow job.”

With a clank and a hiss, I start moving face first towards the floor. As I do, Melissa moves directly underneath me and I watch her slowly pull out her cock from her jeans.

“I don’t need to get it ready,” Melissa laughs as her massive erect penis thrust out into the open air. “I’ve been ready to go as soon as I saw him, all strapped up like that in that latex suit.”

“Oh!” The redhead exclaims as my face stops directly in front of my girlfriend's now huge and veiny penis. “You went with the XL model. Good choice.”

“I couldn’t resist,” She laughs. “Can’t want to fuck him……er um, I mean her with it!”

I couldn’t help but winch at her comments. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her anywhere near me with that cock!

Knowing where this situation was going, I shut my lips tight. The smell of the salty and savory flavor of her penis, lingering in the air.

“Erm, Do I just force it in?” Melissa asks she pressed the tip of her huge salty cock against my tightly closed lips.

“Yes,” The redhead replies. “She will open her mouth if you force it in. Part of her transformation is the want for cock. So don’t worry, those urges will override any male pride he has left.”

I shudder in fear as I hear those words being said about me.

I don’t get much time to worry. Melissa mercilessly starts forcing her massive member into my mouth. I try my best to keep my lips closed, but my mouth abruptly opens wide.

Melissa shoves her massive cock deep into my mouth. The tip of her cock slams against the back of my throat. My gag reflect was going mad and I struggle to breathe with her giant sausage choking me.

“That’s right, Brain!” she yells. “Time for you to experience what it’s like to be treated like a little bitch!”

I start choking even worse, as she slides herself in and out with regular motion. The feel of her salty cock against my tongue made me feel sick.

“I think I’m going to like being the man,” She moans. “I can’t believe how much fun I’m having with this power.”

That’s when I feel her cock throbbing. I knew what was coming and I had no time to brace for it. Her cock instantly fills and coats my mouth and throat with thick, salty cum.

I didn’t know what to do. I felt like I was drowning!

Frantically choking and gagging, Melissa thankfully slides herself out of my tortured mouth. I desperately gasp and breathe in, as her cock leaves my mouth. I use this chance to spit out as much of her foul-tasting cum as I could.

“Ah, baby girl,” Melissa giggles as she wipes the dribbling cum from my lips. “You’ve got a lot to learn before I invite the boys over to play.”

I close my eyes, hoping this was all just a bad dream!

How the fuck did I let this happen!