… Please by Incognito42

Jeff and John were old friends, and had just rented an old flat together. While rifling through his room, moving his new stuff in, a floorboard accidentally came loose, revealing a small box.. Inside the box was a piece of jewellery and a note. The note claimed that the ring in the box was magical - that it could change a man into a female version of themselves - and vice versa - and even make the world remember them that way. Only those who saw the transformation would remember the old reality. It also said to use with caution - the magic would try to fit you in your new reality as best it could, but depending on the situation you were in there and then, when you were using it, and what you were thinking of, each time you used it - even when you used it to change back - the result could be a little bit different. On the plus side, as long as no new life was created - or you weren't already a parent - it could be used infinitely many times to change back and forth.

Jeff didn't believe it, obviously, but for the hell of it, he put the ring on. Nothing happened, at first. But as he continued to unpack, things started changing around him. His hair felt longer, the room seemed a tad bit larger. When he opened a box of clothes to put in his wardrobe, he found his wardrobe was oddly more feminine than before. Suddenly, he could feel a strong, tingling sensation, not quite unpleasant, flowing up through his entire body. He had to sit down, lay down, right there on the floor, as waves of the tingling reaction built up, stronger and stronger.

When the waves subsided, he looked down at his watch. It was maybe 15 minutes since he had put on the ring. And his hand was now a woman’s hand, with nail polish and all. It... had worked. He got up, and looked himself in the mirror. Yes. Definitely a girl. A bit boyish, maybe, but cute. Definitely a familiar resemblance to himself. Jennifer. That was his... her name. Oddly, she didn't feel like freaking out. Instead, it was curiosity that was the foremost emotion in her mind. What was her life like? How did her body feel? The answer to that first question was "not very different". She found she had similar interests, studied the same, same almost everything. John was still just her flatmate and good friend. Though, in the evening, after a few beers with him, she did have a stray thought about him being pretty hot. Not that she would try to do anything, but, yeah, well, it didn't hurt to look, did it?

After saying goodnight, going to bed, and having her first first-hand experience with a female orgasm, she decided it was a good idea to change back. She could always go back to this later on.

The next day, Jeff decided to show John the ring. He wouldn't believe him, of course, but changing in front of him would have to convince him. This time, the change went a bit more rapidly. The magic seemed to 'remember' the old patterns. The result was, however, slightly different. She was shorter this time, and less boyish. And John, his mouth agape, looked a bit more attractive. Maybe... no. But she had a different idea. "Look, this may sound really weird, but... maybe you could change to, and we could try lesbian sex?" She felt her face flush. "Sorry. This body... I think it's kinda horny."

"That's alright," John smiled. "Anyway, it's kinda cute when you get embarrassed like that. I'm in, if I get to be on top."

And on top John - Johanna - got to be. Jennifer found that her friend was domineering and controlling in bed, and, to her surprise, she found that she very much enjoyed that. Back when she was a guy, being in control had been what turned her on, but that was one thing that had definitely changed. When Johanna called her a little bitch in heat, it sent shivers down her spine, when she slapped her, she almost came there and then. The entire thing was... heavenly.

That little event changed the dynamic in the flat. Over the course of the next couple of days, as they changed into their female versions every evening for another round of amazing sex, John became more and more domineering around Jeff. Jeff was surprised to find he enjoyed it. It was a subtle reminder of what would happen come evening. Friday morning, before John left for work, he had Jeff change into a girl by himself. "I want you to stay a girl all day. I want to see how that affects our dynamic." Jennifer walked around horny all day, just waiting for Johanna to come out and play, and when she did, they found that things really had changed. Their apartment wasn't furnished for two friends sharing a flat, but for a couple.

But when they changed back later on, things did go back to normal.

Saturday morning, Jeff came into the living room, expecting and half hoping John to change him into Jennifer again, like yesterday. "No," was the answer. "Today, we're spending the day as mates." Jeff felt a surprising amount of disappointment at that. Had John decided it wasn't a good idea to continue? John noticed something was up. "Don't worry," he said. "We're not done, if that's what you fear. Jennifer can come out and play later."

The day went by like a concentrated version of how things had been before they'd discovered the ring. It was like John was trying to cram everything that was the relationship between the two of them into one day. Jeff felt a bit of apprehension at that, at least when he wasn't distracted by thoughts of Jennifer.

They came home late, somewhat drunk, and John went to the bathroom. "Fuck it," Jeff heard him mutter as he passed the bathroom door. "Jeff, come in here a second." It sounded like an order, not a friendly request, and Jeff came in to find his friend naked, with a huge hard-on.. He tossed him the ring. "I want Jennifer here. Now." Jeff looked at the naked man in front of him, and felt butterflies in his stomach as he put the ring on. The change was almost instantaneous, now, and the result was a hot blonde, with heavy makeup, wearing a tank top and a miniskirt. Kinda trashy, but in a sexy way. She could feel that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Jennifer took the ring off and passed it to John. He just put it on the bathroom sink. "I won't be needing that. Tonight, I'm staying John. Strip!"

Jennifer just looked at him, dumbfounded, and was rewarded with a slap to her face. "I said strip." The slap made her realize that he really meant it. And that she wanted it. She had secretly wondered if this would happen since John had made her change in the morning the day before. She dragged her clothes off, quickly, in a combination of fear and excitement. John grabbed her wrists, slapped a pair of handcuffs on them behind her back, and lifted her up on the bathroom counter. "Spread your legs."

"Please," Jennifer managed to stutter as he traced a finger around her wet sex. He looked her straight in the eyes as his fingers slid into her. "My God, you're turned on now, aren't you? I don't think you've ever been this wet."

"Yes," came a whisper. "No. Please, don't." He slapped her again, and placed himself between her legs, guided his head towards the opening. "Please, who?" He said, sharply. "Please, sir. At least use a condom. If you... if you come inside me, I might be stuck like this..." It was a whisper, a request she barely felt was her right to make. A request that was, maybe, just as much a request for him to ignore her as to do as she asked.

"No. I want to really feel you. Maybe... maybe I'll pull out. Maybe I won't be able to. Maybe I won't want to."

"Please..." Jennifer tried to press her legs together, tried to at least make a show of a struggle, but she knew it was no use. With her hands cuffed behind her back, with her weaker body, there was no escape. With her pussy aching for him to push inside her, there was no real resistance.. As he slid his thick cock inside her, her legs spread open again.

"Maybe I want to keep you this way," John continued. "You're my girlfriend, this time, you know. My submissive, dirty, devout slut. My obedient bitch. You want me to do it. You want me to come inside you. To breed you. You crave it." He quickened his pace. "Knowing that you could be stuck like this makes you crazy horny, doesn't it? Say it."

"Please, Sir," Jennifer whispered again. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, don't make me say it."

She could feel his member growing harder inside her, as John kept his gaze locked upon her. "Admit it, and I'll only come inside you once tonight. But you better be quick. If I come, I'll make sure to breed you as much as I can before the weekend is over.

"Please, Sir," she repeated, pleading with her eyes. She couldn't form the words, she couldn't decide what was worst... what was best. The exciting humiliation at admitting that all he said was right, or the humiliating excitement at the prospect of feeling his come inside her again and again.

She felt him twitch, and knew that whatever choice she would have made, it was now made for her. She watched his face contort, felt his hot seed entering her. When he pressed himself deep inside her one last time, when he stopped twitching and a smile spread across his face, she felt... devotion. When he bent down over her, spent, she whispered into his ear, "Please come inside me, Sir. And please, Sir, kiss me."

Monday morning, as she got out of bed after a morning pounding, John offered her the ring, told her if she wanted to go back she could try. She stood in the bathroom, where he had first fucked her. His seed was running down her leg. Was it too late? He had filled her so many times during the last 24 hours, and she knew she was at the peak of her fertile period. She took a paper towel. Dried herself and threw it in the toilet. And then... clink-clink-clink-splash. The ring. She flushed. She was Jennifer.