Christmas Bliss
John and I have been best friends for the past 3 years. And one night, about a year ago, after a few too many drinks, he let it slip that he’s got a secret fetish: he likes reading stories about boys who get transformed into girls. “But it’s just a fantasy!” he swore. “I would never do that in real life. It’s too weird. I mean, could you imagine? Crazy. Nuh-uh. No way.”
I wasn’t convinced. I thought, maybe deep down, my buddy really did secretly wish to be a girl. I mean, why was he into all that TG fiction if there wasn’t something to it with him? “You sure you don’t want to try?” I asked him one night. There was this drug he told me about called Bender. One pill would temporarily turn you into the opposite sex for a day or two. I suggested he take one.
He shook his head and just said, “I can’t. No, that’s alright. I don’t actually want to experience that.”
“Right,” I said, nodding my head. “You just like reading about other guys being turned into beautiful girls.”
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s all.”
“Okay then,” I said. John thought the matter was settled. But I had an idea. Christmas was coming. And I finally figured out what gift I was going to give him. I decided to buy a supply of Bender for him. But I knew he’d never take it willingly. I believed he wanted to. He was just too scared.
So I invited him over for dinner at my place. Before he got there, I stopped at the pharmacy and purchased a pack of “Bender Bliss.” There were some other varieties on the shelf. I really didn’t know what the differences were. But that one sounded ideal for my friend. I wanted this to be a fun experience for him.
I cooked us a nice meal. Chicken, pasta, a little wine. “Save room for dessert,” I told him. Freshly baked raspberry pie. And when I served him his slice, he had no clue there was an Bender Bliss pill tucked inside. “Eat up!” I said.
He ate every last bite. And then I sat there. And waited. Just staring at him.
“What?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. How long would it take for the changes to begin to appear? “Feel… any different?” I asked.
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his tummy. “Full,” he said. “That was a great meal!”
And then I noticed. His hair was starting to get longer.
“I don’t think I’ve had a meal that good in a long time,” he said.
His facial features started to soften. His cheeks and nose started to look a little more feminine.
“John?” I asked.
He brushed some hair out of his face. I noticed his fingers looked a little longer, a little more slender. His nails had grown out a bit too.
“What’s up?” he replied, his voice cracking a little.
“Are you… Do you notice anything… um…”
He began to feel a new weight emerging from his chest. Expanding flesh. Sensitive nipples. Pointing through his t-shirt. He looked down. He saw increasing cleavage. “What the–? Are these… am I…?” He looked back up at me. “What did you do!?”
I smiled. “Merry Christmas, buddy.”
“WHAT?!” he exclaimed, shrieking like a girl.
“Relax. It’s Bender. It’ll wear off in a day or two. Enjoy it, man. I mean, woman. I know you’d never give this to yourself. I snuck a pill in your dessert.”
He started hyperventilating. “But I– No, you can’t– I have to– But– But–”
“Shh,” I whispered. “Relax and enjoy the ride, sweetie. I know this is what you secretly want. I even bought you a sexy little red dress to wear, once your new figure finishes materializing. I had to guess your size. I hope it fits.”
His mouth hung open, completely speechless. He started to speak. What came out was even more high pitch and feminine than before. “Alex, you… you… You should’ve asked me first!”
Suddenly his eyes popped open wide. Slowly, his slender, girly hands reached down into his pants, under the table. I could tell he was feeling around, searching for something.
I got up, walked closer for a better view, and looked his changing body up and down. His skin had become hairless and smooth. His chest filled in rather nicely. His face — his eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, and overall appearance — had become so girly, so beautiful, so feminine. His hair now reached down past his round, girly shoulders. I looked down at his waist, hips, and legs. He was becoming more and more feminine by the second. Filling in. Rounding out. Shaping up. Turning into a full-figured gorgeous girl. A beautiful babe. A very fuckable friend.
I admit, I got a boner at this point. She no longer looked like my friend John at all. She looked like his hot sister. And a thought crossed my mind. In his favorite TG stories, after the guy gets transformed, he usually ends up sleeping with somebody. I wondered if John wanted to do that too. Really experience being a girl completely, inside and out — go all the way. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. For the both of us.
Her little hand searched around inside her pants. She stopped moving. “It’s… it’s… real.”
“What’s real?” I asked.
She looked up at me. Our eyes locked. She gazed deeply into my eyes; I suddenly found myself lost in hers. She had a hungry look. I noticed her gently bite her lower lip. She looked so beautiful, so perfect, so hot, so feminine. I couldn’t believe that was my friend in there. He looked good as a babe.
I took her by the hand. I led her upstairs to my room. She laid down on her back, never breaking eye contact. “Are we really gonna do this? Is this really happening?” she asked excitedly.
“If you want it to,” I said.
She nodded softly.
I wasted no time. I stripped her of her old boyish clothes and tossed them onto the floor. Her body was incredible. Perfect. Ideal. Everything either of us could’ve ever wanted. And then she opened and spread her fine feminine legs, and with her girly finger, summoned me closer.
She was a wild animal in bed. She completely surrendered to me. Let her body take control with complete abandon. Everywhere I touched, she moaned in incredible pleasure. Her body writhed under mine, her sexy slender legs wrapped around me. Her back instinctively arched. She moaned louder and more excitedly, with each and every thrust I made into her deep, wet, tight opening. She clenched tightly onto the sheets. Her body twisting and aching with pleasure. Her feminine voice sang with ecstasy. Her beautiful smile lit up not only the room, but my heart too.
I was falling in love with my best friend as a girl.
I penetrated her harder, faster, deeper. She screamed louder, bigger, more passionately.
She orgasmed. Lost all control. Dug her nails into my back and tightly squeezed me into her body with her naked legs. Her vagina tightened around my dick, she moaned so loudly as she threw her head back, and her body quaked a second time — and as her body convulsed in bliss, I came fully inside her.
For a moment, it felt as if we were suspended in time. Our two bodies — man and woman — locked and interconnected as God had intended.
And then, I collapsed on top of her, and she kissed me sweetly and gently stroked my arm.
“Wow,” she said.
“You can say that again,” I said, in full agreement.
“Wow,” she said again, laughing and giggling. As I laid down beside her, we turned to face each other, and she said to me, “Thank you. Thank you, Alex. This was the best Christmas present ever.”