Serious change of Heart by Ingonito42

Jake and his girlfriend was going through a rough period. It had all started when he had suggested they'd try some new things in bed. "Things... like... ?" Kinky things. Dominance and submission things. Humiliation things.

The suggestion hadn't gone over well. Kayla had considered the suggestion that she should submit to him to be degrading. "Not only to me, but to women in general. Do you really get turned on by the idea of women being humiliated and degraded like that?"

The truth was, he did. And now that Kayla knew, things hadn't been too well between them. Until today.. The International Womens Day. He'd gotten a message from her, with an image of a ball gag and the text "I'm willing to try, on some conditions... ;-)" He had raced home from class, to find her sitting in their living room, smiling.

"Hey, babe. I realized I was being a bit unfair, categorically freezing you off like I did. I'm willing to try to explore this humiliation fetish you seem to have, even if I think it's a bit degrading, but on one condition: You're going to be the girl first."

"You mean the submissive?"

"No. The girl. And the submissive."

"Like, some sort of dress-up? You in a suit, me in womens underwear, or something? I suppose..."

"Something like that. But more realistic. More magical. Look, this will sound crazy, but I have an actual set of magic rings here. Don't ask me how they work, I don't know, other than something about transferring male and female essence between two parties. They can make you a girl, me a guy, for the evening."

Jake started laughing. This was ludicrous. "Okay, where are the cameras?"

"You don't need to believe me. You only need to try them. Look, if they don't work, I'll let you do what you want. I'll try it out without the role reversal. But if they do... I'm in charge. And if you, after I'm done with you, can look me in the eyes and honestly tell me that what I've done to you isn't degrading, doesn't make you feel like less than a full human being, I will be yours to do with as you wish. That's a promise."

Jake shook his head. "This is crazy. But, sure, give me a ring."

The moment he put it on, he realized she might not be joking - or crazy - after all. There definitely was something about the ring. He looked at it, examined it on his hand, and realized that his fingernails were painted. He looked up at his girlfriend. Was she bigger than before? Was she... more masculine? He couldn't believe his eyes. She was growing, bulking up, as he watched. She seemed to grow older, too. Not much, maybe a couple of years. And the room - the room grew, too. No, that wasn't right. He had to be shrinking. He felt hair starting to tickle his neck. something puffing up on his chest, and a weird shrinking, splitting sensation which he realized had to be his crotch reforming into a vagina. "It... worked?" He... she said. "Why do you look older than you used to?"

"Why do you look younger?" The man who had been Kayla answered. "I guess it's the magic. It sort of... rewrites reality, makes as good a fit of the change as it can. It seems it figured, since you're the girl, and you're supposed to be the submissive, you should be younger than me. And smaller than me, it seems. You're really quite petite. I don't know."

It was as good an explanation as any, Jake thought. When she had just discovered that magic was real, and that it had changed him into a girl, she was content with that explanation. "So, um, what do we do now?"

"First, you're going to go into the bathroom and undress. Keep the thigh-highs, they're kinda cute, but I want you naked apart from that. And when you come back, I want you to start referring to me as 'Sir'."

"Um, okay... Sir," Jake said, with a little smile. This was definitely going to be a weird evening, she thought as she walked to the bathroom. But the payoff.... it was going to be worth it.

The girl staring back at her in the mirror was quite the looker. Hot, in a cute way, with reddish hair. She was small. Not tiny, but definitely smaller than Kayla had been. Kayla. That wasn't right. It had to be something else now. Kyle? Yes. Kyle and Jackie. That was their names now. She pulled the dress she was wearing over her head, exposing a modest pair of tits. Nice and firm. She wasn't wearing a bra. Removing the panties exposed a neatly shaven, hairless pussy. Jake would have been more excited at seeing this, but looking at the naked body in the mirror, she didn't feel the attraction she knew she would have. This was just her regular, naked female body. Except... there was a little shiver of excitement at the realization that her manhood had been taken away. She felt... sort of emasculated, sort of humiliated. She had had fantasies about degrading women, and now she was one. How would that translate, in this altered reality?

It didn't take long for Jackie to find out. Returning to Kyle, to Sir, standing in front of him all naked while he was dressed, did feel degrading. It also felt hot. When he inspected her body, commented on it like she was a piece of meat, it felt even hotter. When he ordered her to crawl to the kitchen and get him a beer, she felt herself blush, but she also felt herself getting wet between her legs. When Sir procured the ballgag, and gagged her, telling her that a thing like her didn't need her mouth for anything but pleasing her master, it made her visibly shiver. When he put his hand between her legs, despite her meek struggle, and found her receptive and wet, her face was burning with humiliation, while jolts of pleasure were running up and down her spine. "Without your manhood for less than an hour, and already you've turned into a submissive, horny slut? Is this how you think women are?" Kyle half stated, half asked. She could only nod in shame, the gag in her mouth preventing her from vocalizing.

He had taken her there and then. Bent over the dining table, he had fucked her, hard and without any concern for her pleasure. He had even ordered her not to come. Told her she was a fucktoy for his pleasure, and she was not allowed to come until after he had. She could only moan and whimper, trying her hardest not to go over the edge, her face pressed against the table by his hand on her neck, as he was fucking her from behind. Of course, when he came, spurted inside her, he unceremoniously withdrew, wiped himself off on her asscheek, and zipped himself up again, before pulling her off the table. Pushing her down on all four, he made her crawl over to the sofa, and kneel in front of him as he sat down and turned on the TV.

Kneeling there, still gagged, trying her best not to drool, she squirmed as his sticky wetness came drooping out of her. It felt icky. That she hadn't gotten to clean up, that she had been **** to just take his cum. She felt used. But through all that, she felt unimaginably aroused.. She could not remember ever having been so horny.

"Go get me another beer, cunt." Kyle commanded. She dutifully obeyed. Crawling to and from the kitchen, she felt the gooey cum coat the inside of her thighs, and shuddered.

"You know, I'm starting to understand. Having you like this, naked and at my feet, at my beck and call. The power is intoxicating. You seem to be meant for that position. Weak, pliable, obedient. An object for my pleasure. It feels really amazing to be so strong, so in charge, so... masculine. And to have something so feminine as you kneeling in front of me. You know, I think you may be right. Maybe a woman’s place is beneath her man. Making his home, carrying his children. On her knees, pleasuring her man." He stood up. "All this feminism shit I've been espousing is starting to feel a bit silly, when I look at us. You know, slut, I'll make you another promise. I'll give your way a proper chance. I mean, you certainly seem to be enjoying it, so it can't really be all that wrong." Jackie looked up at Kyle in a mixture of confusion and anticipation. It certainly sounded like he was suggesting they'd change back, and that Kayla would let Jake dominate her like Kyle was dominating Jackie. A part inside of Jackie leapt with joy at the change of heart. Another part felt...apprehension. Unease.

Kyle stepped in front of her. His crotch filled her field of vision, his cock - clearly straining to be let out - inches from her face. "What do you say? Am I right? Are you enjoying being my little fucktoy?" Jackie nodded, her face flushed with humiliation again. Kyle pulled the gag out of her mouth. "Say it."

"Yes, Sir."

"No, the whole thing."

"Yes, Sir, I'm enjoying being your fucktoy," she stammered.

He unzipped, and his large member sprang loose. "I am going to use your mouth, now. Like all of you, that's what it's meant for. Pleasuring me. You're going to suck my cock, and then I'm going to come on your face." She straightened up, opened her mouth, and took his engorged cock into her mouth. Licked, sucked, eagerly. Enjoying the taste of his precum. Savouring the moans of pleasure from her Master. The smell of his crotch, musky and masculine. She felt him twitch, pull out. Instinctively, she tilted her head slightly backward, closed her eyes, ready for what was to come. Sticky spurts of humiliation. One spurt went into her open mouth, and she rolled the salty liquid around on her tongue. Afterwards, she just sat there, eyes closed. Waiting for her Master to give her further instructions. She heard the click of a phone camera.

"Tell me you don't feel utterly degraded. Tell me you don't feel less of a human being, being treated like this, than you did when you were a man. Look me in the eyes, and tell me, truthfully."

She opened her eyes, looked up at him. Cum still covered her face. "I can't. I... I feel degraded, small, weak. Emasculated. But... but it feels good. Hot. Right. I'm feeling like... you were right earlier. I never did believe all that which you said earlier. About women being inferior to men. But this... this has changed my mind. A woman’s place is under her man.." She looked down. "Sir," she added. It felt like a compulsion. "I've enjoyed it. I'm sure you will, too."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. I made you two promises, earlier, and I intend to keep them both. I promised to give all this a proper chance. This degradation and objectification. And I promised you, if you could honestly tell me you didn't feel degraded, I would let you treat me like that."

Jackies eyes flew open. Her gaze locked with his. "That's right. I'm not going back. I like this. Being the man. Being so obviously in charge. I can't imagine myself on my knees, even less so now than I could before. You, on the other hand. You deserve your position. You said so yourself."

"You.. you canphmmmpph!" Jackie started to protest, but he yanked the ballgag back into her mouth.

"Yes, you're right. I can. I can, I will, and you will do nothing but accept your new, permanent position as my little cunt. You are an an object for my amusement, a tool for my needs. Your place is to obey. You know this is true. And even if it wasn't, you know you're too weak to resist me."

Jackie knew she had lost. Knew there was no way out, as her body shuddered in sensual delight at each word he said. She nodded, bowed her head. Willingly, she accepted her position, proving him right.

"Good slut. Now go get me another beer, and then clean yourself up. I want to use your cunt again as soon as I've recovered."