A Gender-Swap Inn

I know what you're thinking. Am I really that kind of guy? But hear me out. Ever since Archmage Demia's chain of gender swap hotels sprang up around the continent, people have become much more accepting of that kind of experimentation.

After paying a 100 gold cover charge you drink the potion: women change to men, and men change to women. I'm not sure what happens to those blessed with both sets of equipment. Perhaps they get to choose which one they'd rather get rid of for 12 hours. Oh, that's right. The effects of the potion are only temporary. A permanent change would be much more expensive, after all.

Once you've changed inside and out, you're presented with a range of brochures detailing the succugirls that work there. I've been asked why men who visit don't often opt for a succuboy to get the full female experience, but I think it makes sense. How many guys get hard at the idea of hot lesbian action? A Gender-Swap Inn can give them the chance to join in on that, but it's not like they suddenly want to be fucked by a dude. For women who are into guy-on-guy stuff, this is a dream come true. Same for anyone who appreciates both sexes regardless.

After downing the gender-swap potion nothing happened for a few moments. I began to wonder if it was defective till I looked in my pants and saw my cock shrinking before my very eyes. The transformation is entirely painless, but shocking to behold. You really don't know how much you'd miss your dick until it's gone. I peered at the unfamiliar opening that had been left in its place but my vision was obscured my chest.

I had boobs. They weren't that big but anything bigger than flat was a new experience for me. I gave them a few pokes to test them out. They were a little sensitive but it was only when I touched the nipples that I gasped. As a guy, my nipples didn't do anything. They were basically decorative. But this was a whole other feeling. Imagine something as sensitive as your cock head and you'll get what I mean. My first thought was: How do women live with these? Is this why they wear bras? To stop their tits getting scratched by itchy shirts?

Whatever the answer, I knew this was going to be quite a night.