Gender Bender


She was so damn beautiful. She was a regular to the bar. Her name was Natalie Rogers. She was 24, the same age as me. She has short red hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She had medium sized breasts and a small waist but large hips. Tonight Natalie wore a blue tank top, faded jeans and a black leather jacket. She saw me and walked over to me. She winked when she got to the bar. "What's your name sexy?" she flirted. 

"Mark Stevens." I replied. 

"And what would such a fine man like you be doing on a night like tonight?" she asked. 

"Working then going home. Why?" I asked back.  

"Well, can you come with me for a minute?" she asked me. 

"Sure." I replied as I followed her to a table in the corner. 

"Now Mark, would you trade your body for a taller, more muscular man, the body girls wanted?" she asked. 

"No, I like my body how it is." I replied. 

"Then what about a female cat?" she asked. 

"No animals!" I blurted out. 

"So the fact I said female didn't alter your decision at all?" she asked. 

I was very confused at this point. "No." I replied carefully. 

"Would you like to come to my place and have fun?" she winked. 

"Let's do it." I said before she led me out to her car. 


I remember having a nightmare. I was at Natalie's, in her room. She was on her bed, only wearing a cream bra and panties. I walked over to her. We then started making out. It was awesome at first, but then the changes hit.

I felt my groin and chest become very painful. I felt my penis shrinking and lumps forming on my chest. Instead of screaming in pain, I was laughing, enjoying the changes.

I woke with a start. I was lying in bed with Natalie, all she had on was a bra and panties. I slipped out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I got myself a glass of water before walking back towards Natalie's room. I felt different, but perfect. As I walked in, the lights turned on, and I screamed.

Not at Natalie in her dressing robes. But at the figure standing in the tall mirror. It was the sexiest girl I had ever seen. Blonde hair down to her buttocks. Sparkling blue eyes. She had the perfect body; the legs, the ass, the hips, the waist, the face, the lips and the enormous breasts. All she wore was a jet black bra and panties. This was the body that all girl's wanted, boys wanted to do.

But I wasn't in the mirror when I should be. That's when it hit me. I was in the mirror.

I was the girl.

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