My slobish roommate says that if I was a girl I would; “Be the dream girl”. So he forcefully gender swaps me and fucks me
For context I am a 19-year-old Male at University in a City in England. I’m 6ft 1. I’ve been told I’m handsome and I’m funny, but not particularly swole, just skinny. I’ve got short brown hair and a big nose. Martin is a 20 year-old, at the same Uni. He’s fine looking but a little short (5″7) and bordering on being overweight. He’s got longer black hair and a big toothy grin.
Martin was getting on my nerves… At the start of Uni- you become pretty desperate for friends. I met Martin at a Film Society night and for a while we were each others only friends in this new city we’d both moved to. Towards the beginning of your first year, you have to be pretty on the ball about finding a place to live for the next year. Martin and I didn’t know anyone else and agreed to live with each other, I could never have realised how much of a mistake this would be. As I met new people, his flaws began to become more apparent, he would invite himself out with me and my new friends and none of them were particularly fond of him. He held generally outdated views, and was an obvious womanizer. He made all my female friends uncomfortable at least slightly. The worst part was his lack of self-awareness, he thought he was the MOST likeable and MOST sweet guy ever.
The real problem didn’t start until second year. I started making boundaries, making it clear that the others were actually MY friends. He became SUPER clingy. He wanted to be with me at every point and was always insanely jealous when I would hang out with my on-again off-again girlfriend, Naomi. Not to mention he was a complete slob, this made him a less than desirable flatmate. Things got WAY better when he met Scarlett. I was surprised that he was able to hold down a girl but she seemed pretty airheaded.
When Martin & Scarlett and Naomi and I finally organised a double date Scarlett confided in Naomi and told her that Martin is obsessed with me. “He talks about [my name] all the time. One time- once we’d just… ya’ know-. Once he’d finished, he sighed and said ‘I miss [my name]'”. Naomi obviously relayed this information to me and it made me deeply uncomfortable. He also told Scarlett that if I was a woman, I’d be his dream girl… Like- okay.
This particular night was different to others except for one detail. Scarlett wasn’t over like she always was. Martin was in a pile of his own filth as usual. Empty takeaway boxes sprawled around him. “Wanna hang out?” Martin predictably asked me.
I sighed. “Yeah I could hang for a while”. We hung out for a while and the vibe was off
“Scarlett broke up with me” He finally admitted.
“Holy shit dude. Are you alright?” I said externally, but internally I was thinking “FUCK! She was the only thing keeping him from being a creepy slob”.
“Yeah- She was a bitch anyways”
I rolled my eyes “Yeah sure.”
“Would you have a drink with me? Just one- I really need it” He said pitifully
“Of course-” I replied. He head into the kitchen and returned with two rum and cokes. We drank and chatted, but he didn’t seem interested in talking about the break-up, instead he insisted on asking me loads of questions about my type. Like what type of haircut I liked on a girl the best. I answered truthfully but before a while started to feel very sick. The sickness rapidly escalated and I remember passing out and seeing Martin stand over me.
The following morning I woke in my bed. Something felt, different very different. I woke with a facefull of my own hair, something I wasn’t used to, having short hair like mine. I assumed that Naomi must’ve come over. I rolled over to my side, brushing the hair away but was shocked to see she was nowhere in sight. I glanced down at my body and was stunned when I saw what I did. I had tits! A curvatious WOMAN’s body! I was wearing just a baggy t-shirt over my new body. To say I was awestruck would be understatement. I rushed to the mirror and discovered my face. It was beautiful, I looked my old-male-self, but gender-swapped, a bit like If I had a sister what I’d imagine she’d look like. I had long brown hair, it was heavy, voluminous like a 90s supermodel, a blowout. I was hot!
I hadn’t noticed Martin but he’d been standing behind me for a while. “Wow” He finally revealed himself. I shot around and covered myself. I felt so compromised, he had been checking me out. “No, no, no” He said walking into my room. Confused I tried to back up as he approached, but found my large rear colided with the wall almost immediately. “You look better than I had ever imagined-” He smirked.
“You- You knew about this?” I asked hearing the sound of my innocent little female voice.
“Oh-” He interrupted me as he often did with women “The voice! It’s perfect- You are perfect.”
“How? What? When did you- Is- Did you-?”
“Yes baby. I’m responsible for this.” My body shuddered when he called me baby but I could feel my pussy start to dampen. My pussy which at this point, I’d yet to explore. “I slipped the pill in your drink last night- Only cost me half my spending money”
“What- why?”
He lurched forwards, getting a better look at me, reaching out and stroking my gentle hair. I didn’t move as he began stroking “No girl was good enough. I knew- If you were a girl- you’d be… perfect- WE would be perfect.”
“I- I don’t want this Martin” I said moving his hand away from my hair slowly.
“Well- No.” He smirked “You do. Don’t you?” He clicked his fingers and I felt my pussy ache and my head thrum. It hurt like hell and I fell to my knees in pain.
To my surprise these words left my lips; “Yes baby”. “What- why did I say that?”
“You have to” Martin responded “You’re programmed to be mine. When I click my fingers you do my bidding no matter what.” He put his hand under my chin and forced my head to look up at him, his thumb entered my mouth
“I don’t want to Martin”
“You’ll have to learn too. The clicking hurts doesn’t it baby- Doesn’t it?”
“It hurts. It really hurts Martin- so please. Change me back”
“NO” He screamed.
“You can’t get away with this people are going to come looking for me”
“And they won’t find you- Instead they’ll find… the real you.”
“I am the real me” I pleaded
“You are now.” He said pushing my t-shirt off one of my shoulders. “Show me” He instructed
“Martin please” I said, still on my knees
“Show me-“
“Martin!”
He clicked. I didn’t react to the pain this time. But I certainly felt it, whilst my mind was busy reacting, my body got up and dropped the t-shirt of my second shoulder. It crumpled on the floor around my hairless legs revealing my naked body. “Fucking fantastic” He said as he reached towards my pussy and brushed his finger across my clit. “Why don’t you get dressed and then we have some breakfast- what do we say to that huh?”
“Dressed?” I responded
“I’ve prepared something for you” It was a small sage-green pattern sundress. I changed into it without discussion and he helped me tighten the corset part. It hugged my curves amazingly and the dress was just short enough for my ass to be out. He gave a pair of heels to go with. Walking with heels became easier and easier the more I tried.
Martin insisted we go for a walk, in which we had to hold hands. He didn’t let me wear any panties and I was feeling incredibly conscious that my pussy was out for everyone to see. Martin wanted everyone to notice me, It gave him pride to see me wrapped around his arm. He deliberately took my through the dodgy parts of town so old men and young lads would leer at me and make remarks. They saw me like some kind of common slut, just as he wanted. I found myself clinging to him too, which I’m sure was the result he wanted. He made me pick out loads of ingredients for his meals, and he bought me loads of cute outfits. He made me try all of them on and model them for him. He used his click twice when I refused to model one of the more skimpier outfits. He also bought me panties and bras as well as a sexy lingerie. He bought me lunch and insisted that as payment I look less contemptuous of him. He used his click a few times when I looked too miserable too. When we returned home he announced that I was to do his washing and clean up his mess. I didn’t respond well and he used his click once again. I soon found myself doing all his errands while he gamed. When I requested help he stated “This a woman’s place- Cleaning up after their man”
“But you’re not my man!”
He clicked again “Why don’t you sit down next to me while I play my game”
“Of course baby” I said unconsciously, moving to his side. I didn’t sit on the sofa next to him, but on the floor stroking his leg.
“Move your hand higher” He demanded “Don’t make me use the click again”
Dreading the click I continued stroking his leg, but moving my hand up his leg, just as it was about to get to his cock I stopped.
He clicked. “Give me some motivation for my game- FUCKER” he screamed at the TV
“Yes baby” I found myself stroking over his bulge. I shifted onto my knees and manoeuvred myself between his legs. My hands eventually pulled down his pants and his cock sprung out. Pinging against his belly as it came out
“Good girl” He said still looking at the TV
“Thank you Daddy” He glanced at me and smirked, just a quick glance. But the euphoria it gave me. Like it was a non-verbal way of seeing keep it up. I grabbed the base of his cock and began stroking. Moving my hand up and down, up and down slowly. His slight moan made me bight my lip. He saw this
“You’re enjoying this? Aren’t you?”
“No!”
He clicked “TELL ME!”
“I love stroking your big dick Daddy- It’s so big. I want to taste it”
“Taste it Princess” and with that my head was moving towards Martin’s smelly cock. The smell hit me like a brick wall, he hadn’t washed in weeks. But still I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to blow. Moving my head up and down “Fuck yeah slut- Do what I made you to do”
I took my mouth off his cock “This is what you made me for?”
“This- This is it baby- Tell me about it”
“This is what I’m made for” I said looking at my hands
“This is all you are now baby. Now stroke me and tell me about it- How it makes you feel”
I grabbed his cock and quickly started beating it up and down “I was made to be… your girlfriend” I said processing the information for the first time “Your submissive girlfriend- Who you can fuck whenever you want-“
“Whenever I want baby- that’s your purpose” He said through occasional moans
“I clean- I cook- I do, what you would consider my womanly duties”
He stopped. Looking at me with disgust. “What I would consider?- No. Let me tell you something sweetie” He grabbed the back of my head, a big clump of my beautiful natural hair and brought my face down on his cock with ease. “Do you see how easily I took control there- That’s because that’s my natural standing. I am above you- Men are above woman.” He lectured my whilst forcing his cock up and down my throat, not giving me a chance to breath. “You used to be a man- But not anymore- I bet your wishing you’d made the most of your masculine domination over these stupid submissive women. But now- You’re one of them. You’re not just any common slut- You’re MY SLUT.” I could feel his balls tensing whilst I tickled them, he was close. “When I ask you to take this cock down your throat- I’m not ASKING- I’m TELLING you. You DON’T HAVE A CHOICE. You’re my little cock pleaser now! Your old life is DEAD! Maybe once you had a future, you were a valuable member of society but now- Now you’re just a WHORE. A whore who cooks- cleans- sucks- fucks and TAKES- just like every other good SLUT in the world.” He took his cock out and I gasped for air. As soon as he took his cock out it sprayed hot jizz all over my face. It shot like a missile landing across my face. It got caught in my beautiful hair, and stained my new dress, pooling in my cleavage “There you go beautiful- There you go.”
“Woah- That’s a lot of cum Baby” I said beginning to wipe it off my face
“Stop- Keep it”
“What?”
“Go make dinner. If the cum isn’t still on your face when dinner’s finished I’ll make you sleep naked in the street tonight. Understood”
“Yes-“
“Yes what?”
“Yes… Daddy”
“That’s more like it- Now get to work
By this point I had fully submitted externally, but internally my old self was still screaming out, trying to make a run for it- poison his food. Do something. But I didn’t- I couldn’t. I obeyed his wish and cooked with love whilst covered in his cum. I didn’t feel like it was possible to stop obeying him by this point. I laid the table and called him to the meal. He came and sat across from me and we ate together. Once the meal was finished he called me a “good girl” and granted me permission to clean myself up. He demanded that I get in my sexy new nightie that he’d bought for me and get all dolled up. “I’ll be in the bedroom in 4 hours, use every second of that time preparing and making sure you look for good for me. Get used to that being your purpose”. And so I did. I showered and then begun my research on how to maintain my sexy blowout haircut. I practiced applying my makeup for hours. After 4 hours I was waiting sprawled out on his bed wearing a sexy white lacey nightie. He kept me waiting however. After another hour he finally entered the room “About time” I complained
“Did you miss me”
“Pfft.” I replied, trying to gauge his reaction. When I noticed a frown forming I flirtatiously twirled my hair between my fingers and giggled seductively “Maybe”. He blushed, it worked.
“You look so beautiful baby girl” He said taking a seat on the bed and rubbing his hands up by smooth leg. “You did this all for me?”
“It was nothing- It was actually kinda fun”
“Good. You should be enjoying this. Women enjoy makeup and looking pretty for the boys”
“Yeah… you’re right. While I was getting ready I was thinking about… well- what you would like?” What the fuck was I talking about. A few days ago I had been slagging this guy off to my friends and now I was sucking him off, both physically and metaphorically.
“Is that right Princess.”
Ew Princess, that word made my mind scream but instead I just giggled and bit my finger “Yes Daddy”
“Oh I like that” He said with a shit eating grin on his face. When I change back I’m going to smack that grin off his fucking face. “Do you like me being your Daddy?”
“Of course Daddy”
“Are you Daddy’s good girl” He said pulling me by the leg towards him. He tickled my armpits and I squirmed and giggled in his lap
“Stop Daddy stop it”
“You have to say it- then I’ll stop tickling you”
“Yes! Yes- Yes I like it” He stopped and I looked deep into his eyes “I like being your good little girl”. He stuck his tongue down my throat and smelt his foul breath. Fuck this guy. He pushed me onto my back “Ooh someone’s ready” I giggled.
“I can’t help it- When I look at you I just want to” And he brought his hand down hard against my ass. “Augh!” It was just below the lacey end of nightie. He hitched it up and stuck his face in-between my legs. Licking my pussy. I moaned so loud. I could have hit myself- I sounded like a enjoyed it so fucking much. He reached around to my front and grabbed my tits. I moaned with pleasure as he played with my nipples. Without asking I felt his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Hey! A little warning beforehand”
“I don’t need to warn you baby- This pussy is fucking MINE!” on the word mine his cock buried itself so deep in my pussy. I moaned out so hard the whole street could probably hear. I got loader with every thrust. He went deeper and deeper. He wasn’t particularly big, but it was my first time and it felt SO FUCKING GOOD. “Jesus baby! You really are a good girl aren’t you”
“Yes Daddy!- Yes I’m your- I’m your- I’m your GOOD GIRL!” I said in-between moans.
“Can you imagine the male version of you seeing this” He laughed
“He’d probably break down and cry. I fucking hated you.”
He stopped. “What?” He sounded hurt
“Yeah I hated you- But not anymore baby- Now- Now I love you- I want you baby. I want your cock”
“You hated me?”
“He hated you. I’m not him anymore- I’m not. I’m nothing! I’m just a slut- You were right.”
He took a deep breath before continuing this time even harder with each thrust he moaned one of 5 phrases; “Slut!”, “Whore!”, “Fucking Cocksleeve!”, “You’re nothing!”, “You’re MINE!!”
In a climatic moment I felt his cock pulsating and in a instant I felt his cum fill me up. Pump my vagina warm with his juices. “Wait!!- Pull out! Pull out!” I panicked trying to pull myself away from his cock.
He slammed my hips back down on his cock “NO! This cunt is MINE! You take it baby- You take it all like my good little girl- You understand- You have to take this- To prove your mine. Do you understand?”
“Please” My answer didn’t satisfy him, he slapped my ass and put his fingers together
“Don’t make me click”
“NO! I mean- No. Daddy I’ll take it. You can cum inside me- your right. I’m yours.”
“Yes baby, now clean me off” He pulled his cock away from my cunt, a string of cum from his cock to my pussy. I got to work on my hands and knees polishing his cock clean. He lay down in his bed “Good girl. Now come lay next to me- Let’s get some sleep”
“But Daddy-” I said pouting
“What?” He said aggressively
“It’s just- I didn’t get to cum”
He didn’t hesitate his hand went straight for my throat. He squeezed his hand and I yelped in pain “What don’t you get SLUT. You don’t matter. You are designed to pleasure me- that’s ALL you do- that and cook and clean. You’re goal is making me feel good- That’s your purpose. Just like all other women in the world- UNDERSTOOD.”
“Yes- yes” I said begging him to remove his hand. When he finally did I gasped for air. He patted the bed next to him and I quickly complied, lying next to him
“We’ve got a big day tomorrow. You’ll need to be well rested.”
“What’s tomorrow Daddy?”
“We’re going to go back to my home-town, see some of my old friends.”
Fuck. I’d recently found out that his friends were worse than him. They were rampant misogynists and racists, incels, just general terrible people. Meeting them would be a nightmare. But still I simply responded “Okay Daddy.” and kissed him goodnight.
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