Transition

I think-' Alexis cupped her breasts, lifted them and let them fall.

'-They've stopped growing?' There was no more tenderness or pain and the puffiness of her nipples had given way to more smooth, subtle roundness. Though the nipples themselves were far bigger than when she was Jack. Looking at herself in the mirror with her attractive figure and large breasts truly messed with her head. When she thought of it in terms of what Jack liked, she was literally his ideal woman. She bit her bottom lip lightly. They had become more plump over time.

'Alexis is a character.' She told herself.

'That I am acting as.' It was a slight allowance that let her feel as though she was still Jack in some way. That the allowances and mental gymnastics to make her feel more like Alexis were in service of playing some role so well that even she believed it. That even she was a 'she.' Not a he and not a boy named Jack.

“Alexis.” The toy called out.

“Yes?” She questioned attentively. As she looked over and saw it leaking it did not even have to say. She rushed over and slid down.

“Sorry, sorry.” She ducked down and stuck her tongue out to catch the consistent trickle of fluid leaking from the member. It near constantly produced some fluid in it's sloshing balls. She had no idea where it all came from. She stroked it, finding that was the best way to have it all come out faster.

“Thinking again?”

“Yeah...”

“About Jack and about who you are?” It questioned.

“Yeah.” She blushed.

“It seems as though this theme is difficult to escape in your mind despite all of my attempts.” It commented.

“How am I supposed to be an entirely different person?” It was working, but not completely. There were parts of Alexis that were easier to slip into, but parts that were also just so difficult. They toy had expended most of it's simpler methods and had been progressively needing to go more and more drastic.

“I see that merging Alexis and overlapping Jack's personality has been quite difficult. For your sake, I can re-calibrate.”

“Re-calibrate?”

“I believe that you should hold on to who you are, Jack.” The toy said, changing gears incredibly easily.

“I'm sorry? After all that?”

“Of course. This is all in service of your comfort and desires, Jack, so what right do I have to go against that. Even if it is for your benefit overall.”

“Yeah.” She agreed.

“Totally.”

“With that out of the way, Jack, it should be more comfortable for you to think of Alexis as a different person. Not a person that is replacing you.” She nodded.

“I sense more amicability towards this rout already. Continuing.” It spoke while calculating.

“I believe it would be easier for you now to imagine Alexis as a woman that you would find attractive. What does that look like to you... 'Jack.'” It felt like it was being sarcastic, but that could not be.

It was not hard to imagine Alexis as a woman Jack would like. She was already a bombshell in terms of appearance. However, if Jack met a girl with her personality he would pass. So She immediately understood what it was getting at. She strained to think.

'It's hard. I still kind of feel weird. Like parts of me are her and parts of me are Jack, somehow? What did this thing do to me?' She gripped her head. For one, she was still feeling like a girl. The body she was in without a doubt belonged to Alexis. Jack was a passenger, for whatever parts of him still remained so it was strange to her for the toy to be switching gears. She reasoned that it had to do with her hesitation. She appreciated that it was willing to roll things back that were not working.

“I sense hesitation and strain. Would you like help?”

“Help how?” Alexis was open to it.

“I will aid with prompts that will allow you to fill out Alexis's personality adequately with thing that I judge you, Jack, would find appealing.”

“Okay, shoot.” She shrugged.

“Do you consent to allow me some control over your nervous system in order to make these changes easier to accept?”

“Wait... That sounds sketchy.”

“We will begin, if you agree, by separating Alexis from Jack more completely. That way, you will feel less confusion.”

“That sounds less sketchy.” The confusion was a big thing. Her conflicting feelings about her name and gender. If she could just go back to seeing things unambiguously through her old lens it would be ideal. So she agreed.

“Alright. Go for it. How are you gonna do that?”

“Hypnotism is like an algorithm for the mind. With the aid of nano-machines running through your body it is as easy as overwhelming your mind with simple tasks, then applying simple statements to affect your habits in the long term.”

“Uh, what does that look like? I doubt my mind could be overwhelmed.”

“It is difficult to explain. Would you mind stroking me and rolling my balls slowly while I attempt to?”

“Sure.” She did as he asked.

“Before I begin, please make sure you are paying attention to when I begin leaking, as I requested before.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes impatiently.

“Are you going to explain, now?”

“No. For now go to sleep completely, Alexis.”

“W-” Jack blinked and released the cock. He spat.

“G-gross! What the hell was I doing?” He was not aware of his body as much and was less concerned with the overall situation as what he was doing.

“Hello Jack.”

“Oh, it's y-”

“You are in a room. There is a screen on the wall showing a picture of a woman that you will have full control over.” It explained.

“Wait, what?”

“That's right, Jack. It is a reward for enduring the month of pain and confusion.”

He looked around and instead of his bathroom saw a hotel room. To his left the wall-mirror looked like a screen. Within it he saw a beautiful blond woman with long hair tied back in a pony-tail and long bangs. It was slightly messy but he enjoyed the look. She had good-sized tits and hips and was around his height. No taller, no shorter. Definitely his type.

“Is that her?”

“Correct. Her name is Alexis and she is confused.”

He laughed. “Well, a bit of confusion is good.”

“Unexpected. Explain?” The toy questioned.

“Well, a girl should be a bit dumb. If she's smart she should at least downplay how smart she is to a guy. I want a girly girl. Someone that's into shopping makeup, being pretty... You know, standard stuff. Make her completely basic.” Jack saw the woman stare at him questionably.

“Why... Why's she looking at me like that?”

“I believe Alexis is not sure whether she is into males or females. She has stated preference to males.”

“That's unfortunate because I'm not into Bi women. I want her to be completely focused on me. I want a girl that, when she thinks about a cock her brain goes foggy and her cunt gets wet, you know?”

“I understand what you mean.” As it concurred with what Jack said the image of the woman became more enthusiastic and hot. Then a shift occurred and she seemed a bit disappointed.

“Wait, what's happening? There's that look again.”

* *

On the other side of the mirror the toy spoke to the Alexis Side. She was staring questioningly at a frail blonde man with a fragile ego and a caged little cock. She sneered. Jack was his name? He's vindictive, gross and overconfident. His taste is right on but what makes him think he deserves the type of girl he's describing? Why's he looking at me like he deserves ME?”

“A fair point, Alexis. How would you correct his ugly personality?”

She tilted her head in thought and tapped her plump red lips. “Well... He wants a girl like me? A frail little bitch like that? Maybe he actually just wants to BE a girl like me.” She shrugged.

“Honestly, a guy like that acting the way that he does... Probably closeted. Definitely deserves what happens to him.”

“Should Jack be? Closeted?”

Her lips curled into a cute smile. “Yes.”

* *

“Alexis suggested that your desire for a woman that becomes misty over a cock is wishful thinking. You are projecting your own desires.”

“W-what?” Jack gulped.

“Bullshit! Aren't you on my side?”

“Do you want her body for yourself... Or do you want to be in her body.”

“I...” Jack stared at her again and began somewhat indignantly but trailed off.

“Uhm...”

* *

“Oh big surprise.” Alexis rolled her eyes.

“The twink is insecure and confused. You can tell Jack that I would only so much as go near him if he just embraced his inner bitch and kissed my feet.”

* *

“W-wait. She wants to dom me? I'm NOT into that at all!” He felt his boy-cunt twitch with his caged member. Jack gulped.

“Fuck... Am I?” As he asked that the wall between them came down.

“I can't believe part of me is you...” Alexis sneered.

Jack furrowed his brow. It clicked. “N-no!” He pointed accusingly.

“You're a part of ME! I'm the original.”

Alexis crossed her arms. The toys voice rang out. “You have an opportunity to reassert control.” It was not clear which one he was speaking to. Jack assumed it was him, as did Alexis.

“Enough is enough.” Jack asserted.

“We're going back to normal.”

“Nah.” Alexis stated, waving a hand dismissively off the side of her folded arms.

“Just... Nah?” Jack was confused.

“Bow down to your feminine side.” She ordered, arms still crossed firmly. She was staring Jack down harshly.

“N-no! I wont.”

“You will.” Alexis said calmly.

“Whether you want to or not we are going to dismantle every toxic, masculine, obnoxious aspect to your personality until you're perfect.” She smiled sweetly.

“Like me.”

Jack crossed his arms to mirror her pose. “How are you gonna do that? I'm gonna dismantle you.”

She smirked. “You're a **** to pleasure. Getting off is all you want. You don't think of girls as people, just a thing to nut in.” With a laugh she added.

“A cuddle would have your legs weak, if you tried anything with women other than using them.”

It felt good. Very good. Far too good for him to ignore. She did not give him time to consider it, however. Alexis continued dominantly laying into him. It was unstoppable. She was a version of him. A woman that knew everything that he wanted that he did not even know he wanted.

“You worship at the altar of the female body without even knowing. You masturbate, you chase. You would dress up as one just to get closer to women and you never stopped to think about it for even a second. The bodies you are after... You covet them so deeply that there has to be something more to this obsession.” She placed her hand down in front of his face.

“Kiss.” Jacks lips quivered. Alexis threw her head back in frustration.

“Ohh. Give. Me. A. Break. A fragile ego that MUST act dominant to feel important. That must not show weakness. At some point you have to acknowledge that broadcasting masculinity to such an insecure degree is literally just the definition of desperately trying to show everyone exactly what you are not. Surrender and kiss.”

“I'm-” Jack's shoulder's slumped he leaned in and gently kissed her hand. A slender feminine hand with smooth skin and painted nails. It really was something to admire. After he obeyed she ran her hand up his cheek affectionately and ruffled his hair again. He shuddered.

“Good girl.” She complimented. Jack was somewhat rustled by the statement but not enough to say anything.

“We don't need to pretend to be something, Jack. We just need to stop trying. Stop thinking and let go. Be ourselves. You project so much.” She pointed down to her feet. Beautiful, smooth feet fitted nicely into a pair of red heels.

“Kiss.”

Jack had shed the insecurity he felt before the first kiss and found it easy to lean down obediently and kiss the top of her foot.

“Women are beautiful. This body is magnificent. It is perfectly fine to think so. To worship this appearance and this body.” Jack found himself nodding along in a trance. His lips traced up her leg to her thigh. He hugged it loosely and ran his hands up it.

“But it is more than just desiring something to have. You idolize it as something you want to be, don't you?”

No, I don't think so.” He protested weakly.

“I-” Jack looked up. His eyes trailed up her body. He instantly knew she was right and blushed. She clutched his face with both hands and knelt down to be right on his level and stare into his eyes. But both sets were his. He could see himself in her up close and it felt good.

“We've been fooling our self this whole time. Posturing. Making up strange scenarios and reasons for why we were getting into this. Why we were changing...”

“What do you mean?” Jack was sweating.

“Think back.” Alexis begged. Jack's eyes widened. Alexis smiled gently.

“Pretending not to read the guild contract despite being a lawyer? We aren't dumb. Contacting Clovis and humoring him. You pretended not to notice what the collar and cage did and trying them on because you were 'curious?'” She chuckled and shook her head.

“You talked to an inanimate cock for 3 weeks and pretended it could hypnotize you! For gods sake you made up a weird 'program' to explain how you knew exactly where to go in the mall for all the feminine products you wished you could indulge in, as if something like that exists...” She clicked her tongue.

“What does it mean?” Jack begged.

“We've been a girl. On the inside. We've wanted this the WHOLE time. We've just been so messed up that we needed a push. An online game where anything is possible. Hunky, dommy daddy Minotaur...” Thinking through it, Jack remembered the events differently. Excitedly checking the progress of his breasts and hips. Thinking carefully about an appropriate name. Going to the gym and adjusting his diet carefully as though he knew exactly what he needed to do.

Jack slowly shared in her excitement and realization. “I- I understand. I think I get it!” As he admitted that Alexis hugged him.

“W-wait... What do we do now? Does this mean I disappear?”

“No! Of course not.” She explained.

“This version of you is who we needed this whole time to create the perfect version of me. We always needed you to exist in this way to provide context for who I really am. Who we are. Do you know who that is?”

Jack smiled. “Alexis, yeah...” She blinked and found herself kneeling on the bathroom floor in a pool of her own juices.

“Oh gosh...” She rubbed her head and glanced to her right at the dildo.

“Hey! Are you there?” She slapped it and stroked it. It was lifelike but there was no answer.

“God, what was I thinking?” The trip had contextualized a few things. She was Jack and Jack had willingly, enthusiastically transitioned into Alexis. It was what she always wanted, to be a woman with a perfect body. Jack existed. The key word was existed. She acknowledged him as who she was and had no reservations in remembering him. Except, it was as an enthusiastic participant in the transition.