John Turner was the ultimate womanizer: the stereotypical jock, who looked on ladies as conquests and prizes to be won. But when he insults the wrong woman with his brash chauvanism, he's easily tricked into taking a strange an experimental drug. The end result? He wakes up the next morning to find he's been transformed into a gorgeous woman...
John Turner was the ultimate womanizer: the stereotypical jock, who looked on ladies as conquests and prizes to be won.
But when he insults the wrong woman with his brash chauvanism, he's easily tricked into taking a strange an experimental drug. The end result? He wakes up the next morning to find he's been transformed into a gorgeous woman with an unquenchable sex drive!
Now John's world has been turned inside out. As he races to find a cure for the bizarre mutation, he's quickly finds himself falling prey to his rampaging new desires!
As he embarks on a sensual and liberating journey into his new sexuality, John begins to lose sight of his old self...
“Hey there little lady. I haven’t seen you around. Name’s Jerome.”
John felt a tight sensation between his legs, and he trembled where Jerome’s strong fingers lightly brushed his back. What is happening to me!? John gasped at the strange sensations coursing through his new body. This guy is my buddy, my partner in crime! How many times have we tried to pick up girls together?
“Joh…I mean, Joan. I’m Joan.” The name sounded right as it passed her dry lips, like it had been waiting to be used for years.
“Are you sure about that?” Jerome’s emerald eyes passed over Joan’s hefty cleavage and bare feet. It felt surreal to be gazed upon as a woman, and he - she, at least for now - was suddenly aware of the burden of objectification that attractive women had to go through every day. And even though it was a bit uncomfortable… something in her liked it. She played with a strand of red hair and smiled at her friend, reaching out and running a finger along his belt-buckle. Jesus, am I flirting? Whatever. It’s not like he’ll ever find out, anyway…
“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you find it.” Jerome’s body language was confident, predatory even. His tall frame completely dwarfed her tiny one, threatening to envelop her completely. Joan found herself shrinking back against the wall, but simultaneously hoping Jerome would press his advantage. She wasn’t disappointed.
“Well… there’s this guy I know. He was here last night.” It was getting hard to concentrate. Even as a guy she had never found myself so utterly consumed with the thought of sex, so unable to think about anything else. But now Joan could feel the wetness soaking the panties between her legs, feel her skin flushing beneath her friend’s gaze, feel her lips parting slightly in a breathy gasp as his fingers once again brushed her skin. She tried desperately to continue. “... and he’s… he’s looking for this girl…”
“How about you forget about that guy from last night?” Jerome murmured in her ear. His breath was hot and set her skin ablaze. She felt suddenly dizzy with need.
“Yeah… why don’t I just... forget,” Joan whispered back, running her hand down his chest.