Growing up with Lisa meant she became friends with the same people you did, and not being too much of a ladies man your friend group ended up being a bunch of guys. And Lisa. She never dated anyone in the group, and never thought anything of hanging out with a bunch of guys.

You’re the last one to leave her birthday party, helping clean up her house and put away all the leftovers before heading out the door. You pull out your phone to order an Uber, but see it’s dead so sit down on the couch to plug it in.

You reminisce about childhood memories with Lisa, still drunk and really tired from all the partying. You see your phone finally turning on and grab it, hoping to leave and let Lisa go to sleep at a reasonable hour.

“What’s this?” A burly voice suddenly proclaims, startling you and making you drop your phone.

“Who’s this asshole?” The large guy continues, “Are you cheating on me? This is unbelievable, Lisa!!”

O no, her boyfriend! You stammer a defense, starting to get up as his face turns red.

“O no you don’t!” He shouts, pointing a finger and freezing you in place. “You told me you were having some friends come over tonight, not a bunch of guys! I would not have been okay with that, what the fuck!”

Lisa begins to argue that most of her friends are guys but he just shushes her, somehow muting the defiant woman as the scary man stares into your eyes.

“She claims to only have guy friends? Well let me fix that for her…” Lisa’s boyfriend trails off, pointing two finger at you and making your stomach bubble.

Suddenly you’re staring at the guy’s crotch with building euphoria, and you feel your clothes disappear in an instant.

Your elbows squeeze giant, sensitive breasts together, making you whimper as viscous fluid drips from your thighs. You feel a vacuum between your legs as your crotch shrinks, and your thighs press together as an overwhelming desire to suck on this hunk’s cock consumes you. Next thing you know you’re crawling over,  begging for him to pull out his member so you wouldn’t have to waste the time.

“What’s your name big boy?” You coo, kissing the tip of the stud’s cock as he massages your folds.

“Don’t worry about my name, bitch. Just call me master, and don’t think of me as anything else! My girlfriend needs more girl friends, so whenever you see her you’ll become the perfect form and personality for her mood. And I’ve removed any thoughts you could have about avoiding her intentionally, on top of pumping your brain full of dopamine whenever you think about Lisa, so you’ll always be ready to hang out and maybe even clearing your schedule to see her!” Master laughs, curling his fingers inside you and really making you moan as your hips buck.

He sends you home, and the instant you walk out of the house away from Lisa you change back to male. You try to think about what just happened, but it makes you too giddy and even a little hard. You spend the rest of the night avoiding any thoughts involving Lisa or master, but pass out jerking off to the memory of losing your female virginity.

The next morning you wake up to a text from a random number, but you know it’s master as you read it. Its instructions for how to get ready for Lisa, and you gulp dryly as you read them. Master seems to want you to cross dress today, and has very specific details about what you should wear. At the end of the list it says ‘go’, and you immediately begin doing everything it says on the list. You only now notice how different your house is, and that your wardrobe is full of things similar to what master wants you to put on.  

A blue wig, panties, mini skirt, a shirt that’s tight enough to cut off circulation, and breasts forms that make the shirt even tighter. Master texts you as your member begins to poke through the lacy panties, informing you that Lisa is a couple of minutes away. You feel a rush of happiness fill your mind, and suddenly you’re spurting cum all over your black mini dress.

The doorbell suddenly rings, and your feet carry you over without hesitation as your torso throbs from your intense orgasm. You feel your breast forms shift as you open the door, and you’re ready for pure shame at Lisa seeing your boner. That’s when you feel an almost too natural jiggle on your chest, and swing your hips to confirm the lack of a cock.

“You look so much cuter than yesterday!!” Lisa laughs, giving you a hug and closing the door behind her.

You find yourself now much more into feminine topics, something Lisa adores as the two of you gossip for hours. After a bit of time Lisa pulls out fishnet stockings, and asks if you wanna make a TikTok account. You hesitate for a moment, but then Lisa says that master commands you to.

Suddenly your sliding fishnet stocking up your smooth legs, trying not to whimper as you pull at the fabric between your moist folds. She tells you to dance like your male self would wanna see someone dance, and you feel a sexy smile take over your face. You begin to bounce and jiggle, grabbing your boobs and teasing the camera as Lisa giggles.

“Please don’t post that!”

“Too late.”

She goes home shortly after that, leaving you to change back to your male form and sit on the couch ashamed. You look up your new account and watch the video, getting hard as your old body smiles and points at the camera.

You’d never felt so good after getting a load off, and then immediately pass out earlier than usual again. You wake up the next morning to another text from master, this time telling you to come to Lisa’s place. You don’t even get to brush your teeth or shower, forced to almost zombie walk to Lisa in your pajamas.

“Glad you’re here! Lisa’s still at her salon appointment, but we could still have some fun…” Master grabs you, laughing at the terrified look on your face as he places you in front of a mirror.

He wraps his hands around your obliques and squeezes inward, cinching your waist and slimming down your stomach. He then pushes down to spread out your hips, and his hands mold your ass like clay behind you.He turns your butt into a bubble before his hands reach up for your chest, pulling on your nipples hard and making you scream euphorically as fat accumulates beneath your areolas.

He squeezes you for a moment before your neck slims down, and your panting moans turn feminine as his fingers stroke your lips. They plump up before he kisses them, and your eyelashes flutter before revealing a bimbo version of Lisa’s face in the mirror.

“What’s going on?? Why am I- Ungh!” You’re interrupted by a light tap on the scalp from master, “Thank you master, these boobies are like, totes perfect!!”

The sharpness of reality instantly dulls as your face takes on a perplexed look, and the very concept of not wanting something hurts your now feeble mind. Everything you want you get, and if you don’t have it you must not want it. Why are you thinking about a cock between your legs?

“Omg!! Master, you have to fuck me!!” You ditzily demand, craving the throbbing bulge protruding from his pants.

Suddenly an exact copy of you walks through the door, clearly trying to look angry as slutty bimbo thoughts circulate her mind.

“You total hunk! You like, made the salon turn me into a total hotty!! No!! I love you so much, babe- No, I’m like, totes not trying to say I want your cock in my mouth!! It-” Lisa suddnely stops, seeing an exact copy of her current self standing opposite her.

“Why the fuck is there like, my sexy twin here…” She demands, her thighs beginning to rub together as a wet stain drips down her leg.

“Shouldn’t you guys be wearing something matching?” Master laughs, snapping his fingers and making a cloud of smoke envelope you and Lisa.

You’re now wearing tight matching pajamas, and unable to do anything but smile excitedly as master’s cock begins to bulge through his pants. He tells Lisa to spread your legs wide, and she bends over without hesitation. Next thing you know she’s picking your leg up above your waist, and it feels better than any sex you’ sever had! Your virgin folds press into the smooth fabric of your onesie, making you pant through your smiling teeth as cum shoots out of your womanhood.

You turn to Lisa as she wiggles her hips for master, about to ask her to massage your folds.

“More.” Master says dryly, now letting his pants fall down as Lisa’s left arm jerks up.

You laugh in surprised ecstasy, now moaning as your damp pajamas ride up the crack of your bubble butt. Master commands Lisa to rip open the crotch of both your and her onesies, and she manages to apologize as she easily splits your damp inseam with her sharp, manicured nails. She then grabs the inner thighs of her onesie and pulls, splitting her pants open and letting a large pool of cum splash onto the floor.

Your leg remains up above your head as master’s fingers plunge into Lisa’s exposed folds, and he has her squeeze your ass cheeks as master lines his cock up to your quivering pussy lips. No expectations could ruin or even be close to getting you ready for the reality of master’s veiny cock filling your craving emptiness, each pump massaging your womanhood like you never thought possible.

Lisa moans along with you against her will, too turned on to ignore her twins cries of pleasure as she rides master’s skilled fingers. She squeezes your ass hard as master brings her to the brink of climax, making your hips buck and finally letting master’s cock hit your G spot.

Lisa’s lips suddenly hit yours, and you inhale her breath as she passionately makes out with you. Both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as master makes you orgasm, and somehow driving you even further into ecstasy as his cock begins to throb and bulge inside you.

Your screams are muted by Lisa, and she moans along with you as your stomach convulses from the hot cum being pumped into you. Then her lips leave you, but the pleasure only fades for moments before master commands Lisa to clean up your dripping womanhood. She happily obliges, and your eyes roll back euphorically as her tongue begins to slurp up your and master’s cum.

“You said you have more guy friends, Lisa?” Master chuckles, calmly opening your mouth wide and letting your plump lips wrap around his wet member.