u/AmberTehFox98

They’re the local lesbians, to put it plainly. I’ve always found Angela hot but when I found out she had a wife, I kept it to myself. I told you about it of course, you’re my best friend after all, but I never openly admitted it to her. She was married and I respected that. But today was one of those days where I was lonely and just started thinking of her. The times I’d seen her by the pool, or when she’d get home soaking wet from the rain… by the time I’d finished with my fantasy, I was being railed by a big strap on as her wife also seemingly wasn’t herself.

Turns out, you were more attracted to her wife, the dominant one in the relationship and had a similar experience. Though I won’t ask for the details of your fantasies. The FOSE put us into their bodies respectively and outside of the lingering orgasm effects, I was pissed. I didn’t want to be her, I wanted to fuck her! Still, seeing her bare tits and body was nice enough for now. There’s no word on a reversal wave hitting any time soon, so we’re stuck as the hot lesbians for at least a few more days if not more. And yes, I suggested we fuck again just in case. It’s not that I like the feeling of your strap deep inside me as I beg for more…

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Send me a DM if you’re interested in playing this out!Just send a starter and I’ll follow your lead.

I didn’t have the heart to tell my mother the real reason I struggled to keep so many girlfriends. As it turns out, I’m gay. Or… was gay before the potion. Mom had seen me try and “fail” to keep so many girlfriends over the years. Every girl I’ve ever dated has been so sweet when they found out and they tried to keep up appearances for my sake but a lack of sex can only last so long.

My best friend on the other hand was… amazing. I mean he was the hottest guy in our town, graduated top of our class and even went to the college upstate. Every woman would dream of a guy like him. And every gay man, I guess. The potion mom made was supposed to make me the ideal mate for the ideal person. Imagine my shock, and my mother’s, when it changed me into a beautiful, young Asian woman.

I had the talk with mom after that. How I’m gay, how I have had a thing for my best friend since high school. She wanted to reverse things but a reversal potion would take time. So… she suggested I play along with this new me. Try to date him, see if it sticks. Lie to my best friend about being new in town. I didn’t want to, I couldn’t lie to him and break his heart later. But… it would be nice to date him for a while.

Now I’m getting ready for a shopping trip. Mom insisted I figure out where he’d be today and run into him. He had told me he was going to the mall food court so I’m heading to the mall to buy some clothes and hopefully I’ll see him there…

It wasn’t anything crazy at first. You said I should basically just act as a housemaid. Cook, clean, etc. and make sure the landlord wouldn’t get on our ass about the tidiness of the apartment. Then it became the same thing but you insisted I dress in sexy outfits while cleaning. Maid outfits, bikinis, sometimes even naked. I agreed because I really needed to stay here and my half of rent isn’t exactly sustainable since I’m unemployed.

Finally, you suggested a big favor. You wanted to play GTA with your boys one night and you were apparently extra horny. So you asked me to blow you under your desk. I refused at first but then you reminded me of our agreement. I’d literally put in writing that I’d do “anything”. I reluctantly agreed but you didn’t want me to blow you dressed in a baggy shirt and sweatpants. You insisted I put on the hot red panties and crop top jersey I’d bought. You didn’t judge me for being more feminine now, you found it way hotter actually.

You also insisted I do my makeup, and put my hair in pigtails. I did what you asked and now I’m here, on my knees blowing you while you play. I can’t lie, it is pretty hot doing this. I was never really into men before but this wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. I might even start to offer this without you asking just to keep our agreement going…

It all started as innocent fun. I bought a Sydney Sweeney body suit from NewU because it was 50% off, I figured I’d wear it for a few hours, show it off to you, and that would be that. Maybe I’d break it out for Halloween or something. The plan changed when I put on a little fashion show for you and we both got so horny that we started fucking on instinct.

This became a regular occurrence for like two weeks. We’d both get home from work, I’d slip into the suit and go to your place and we’d have a booty call before chilling and watching anime or something afterwards like it was normal. We even began to joke that I was your part time girlfriend. It was all well and good, and it wasn’t gay because I was a woman while you fucked me. Obviously it’s not gay. Anyways, one Saturday night you and I decided we wanted to fuck doggy style. I even put on a “doggy” outfit just for you, little ears and some face paint… somehow you broke off the suit’s zipper and trapped me inside the suit.

At first, I was completely panicked. But after the initial shock (and one hell of an orgasm), I calmed down enough to talk things out with you and figure out a plan. We both agreed I’d need a cover story. I couldn’t tell anyone I had bought a skin suit of a celebrity, they’d think I was some pervert. Which wasn’t wrong per se but my parents would never speak to me again and god knows what everyone else would think. We both decided my cover would be that I’m a woman named Stacy. I met you in a discord server, and we started dating for a few months before I decided to move a few states away and live with you. I wasn’t too thrilled about being your “girlfriend” but I knew I could make it work temporarily.

One month in, we finally had a huge argument. I decided to make an OnlyFans to make some extra cash because I literally look and sound like Sydney Sweeney and gooners will pay anything for even a slightly personalized message and video. You said I should have told you first and that if anyone found out, they’d think I was a slut. I turned it back on you, basically reiterating that I’m only a slut because you broke the damn zipper. We didn’t speak for like a day and a half after that, and we only got back on good terms because you apologized and we fucked like crazy the night of. Make up sex really is the best.

Now, we’re two months into my life as Stacy/Sydney. I know there’s a way to get a replacement zipper and I’ve been insistent upon figuring out more about it. You don’t want it to happen for obvious reasons and we ended up having yet another argument before I stormed out of the house. I’ve been gone for around 2 days, and I’ve been keeping myself clean by washing off and brushing my teeth in public bathrooms. It’s not the best way to maintain hygiene but it works. I’m completely unaware that you placed a tracking chip into my suit and you’ve known where I’ve been this whole time. I’m also unaware that as soon as I leave the bathroom, you’re going to be there to apologize yet again. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that your cock is my weakness. And if you and I have sex again, it’ll just make it harder for me to remember the zipper is even an option…