Sex with the ex.

The door swung open, and Janet regarded Harriet in her skimpy dress and heels, looking down on her. “Yeah?” The redhead frowned cutely.

“Um… Hi Janet, it’s me, Harry. Or, um, like should I say Harriet?” she said, involuntarily giving Janet her best bimbo giggle. It was strange to look up at her ex. Stranger to be a woman in her presence. She found Janet as sexy as ever and their size difference was kindof hot.

Janet’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth. "Harry? Is that you?" she asked. It seemed feigned to Harriet somehow. Like Janet was laughing at her from behind a mask of surprise.

"In the flesh," Harriet said with a seductive wiggle of her hips. She stepped inside, her heart racing. The apartment was exactly as she remembered it, filled with the scent of Janet's expensive perfume and the faint aroma of marijuana.

Janet closed the door behind her ex, her eyes raking over Harriet's new body with a mix of amusement and fascination. "Look at you! Aren’t you the cutest little thing. What the fuck have you done to yourself, trading in your masculinity for the body of a girl?" she asked as she pulled out her phone and started to film her ex.

"Stop that. I don’t give you permission to film me like this! And it wasn't me," Harriet whined, her voice high-pitched and needy. "Someone did this to me. An enemy. And now, I have to... I have to suck cock to get back to normal." She blushed furiously at the admission but she blurted it out anyways. “I… I like sucking cock in this body… I feel like a slut…” she confided.

“What? I don’t understand.” Janet frowned. Harriet felt a pang of hope. Perhaps Janet had nothing to do with this, perhaps she was just as surprised as she was.

“It’s a long story, Janet, but I need your help. I have to swallow the cum of the person who did this to me, or I’m stuck in this body. I thought it might be you that did this,” Harriet said, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice.

“Um… so cum cure x-change? But I’m a woman. Don’t you need semen-“

“Janet, who is it?” A voice called. Harriet blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the apartment. She recognized that voice immediately. It was her ex-wife's new girlfriend, Rachel. Rachel was a beautiful woman of African American heritage with a body that would make any man—or woman—drool.

“It’s Harry. Kindof,” Janet said, suppressing a laugh. Rachel appeared in the doorway, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Harriet.

“Harry. Your ex? Seriously?! Well, well, well,” Rachel said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Looks like someone’s been playing dress-up, Janet. Did you know about this? Is this her attempt to get back with you. I’m surprised.”

Janet rolled her eyes. “This is not what it looks like, Rachel. Harry’s in some kind of trouble, and she needs our help.”

“Fuck that… but fill me in. What happened?” Rachel sauntered over, her hips swinging with an easy grace that made Harriet’s heart skip a beat. Rachel’s hand slipped down to cup Harriet’s pussy, her eyes never leaving Harriet’s. “Huh. A full change. Nice.”

“I need cum, Rachel. It’s the only way to reverse it,” Harriet blurted out, desperation making her voice wobble. Rachel’s grin grew wider.

“Oh, I see. So, you’re a cum-slut now, Harry? That’s quite the twist,” Rachel said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, if that’s what you need, Janet and I can’t help you out. Can we, Janet?”