Some unexpected news

Something nudges you awake and you stretch every limb. You feel wonderful - so well rested and comfortable. Every muscle feels relaxed, as if you just spent hours in a sauna or getting a massage. The only part of you that complains is your ass - and you're so happy you hardly mind.

You shift your legs and recognise the lack of your shaft or balls. Still a girl it seems. Since you won't be able to do it much longer you take the opportunity to really tweak and fondle your breasts. Not only does it feel great you also try to map out some good tricks for when it's time to satisfy Trish. Or perhaps one of those St. Catherine's girls she's keen to fuck. Mmmm, life is good.

Life stays good for a while as you explore your nipples more thoroughly, but eventually you decide to play with your pussy and find the progress of your fingers blocked by the twisted up bedsheets. You rub the dust from your eyes, finally looking around Trish's darkened room.

Your eyes lock onto Trish's bedside clock and your breath catches in your throat. It reads 2:15pm. 'It has to be wrong, it has to be!' you think as you scramble for your cell phone. 'Please let Trish's clock be set wrong, please. I've been good.'

But when you reach out of bed and extract your phone from the pile of clothes on the floor the screen says 2:14pm. You stare at it. 'Did that bitch lie to me?' you wonder. Was the whole 48 hours thing a sick joke on top of another sick joke?

Then your cell phone vibrates. You're so shocked and panicky that you drop it back to the floor. After grabbing it again you answer, dread filling your heart. "Good morning sweetheart," says the malicious woman on the other end of the line in that fake, cheerful voice.

'Ugh - Her!' you think to yourself, the dread confirmed. You feel it being slowly replaced by the rage boiling within you.

"You really made an effort. And sacrificing your ass - what a great plan. It's almost a shame that Trish has some really determined little swimmers, hmmm?"

"You bitch. You lied to me!" you say, trying not to **** up. You still have no idea who this tattoo making freak could be, but damn her for using you like a plaything.

"No I didn't. You did get yourself knocked up inside two days. Letting your cunt sit in a puddle of cum isn't the best way to avoid getting bred." You're about to argue when you remember last night. That sticky puddle of spunk that leaked out of your ass. You can't help but picture Trish's final load running back along her softening cock, oozing along to form that mess between your belly and hers. Just a little bit sucked up into your soaking wet, welcoming vagina. Oh fuck no.

As you picture just three little tadpoles swimming towards an egg there's laughter from the phone. "Yes, sperm can't last long in your ass, but it can last long enough. Now you get to be Trish's bitch. She was quite a surprise for me too - but I can't fault your choice. I expect that twice as many boobs does make for twice the fun. Maybe what's left of your masculine side will latch on to that while your feminine side enjoys that growing belly, hmmm?"

"What - why? Why did you do this to me?"

Her tone becomes less friendly. "You'll learn, you slut." Then, just as suddenly, she's back to cheerful and adds, "Have lots of fun with Trish and those big and newly fertile balls of hers. Maybe I'll check in some time in the future, it's not like there are a lot of hermaphrodites in the world for me to watch, but for now just enjoy."

With that the call ends. You nearly whip the phone at the wall, but manage to restrict yourself to sitting there, shaking with anger. Then a warm hand rubs your hip and you look down into Trish's eyes.

"Who was that?" asks Trish, obviously still in the process of waking up.

"That was the total bitch who made me into a woman," you say, trying not to grind your teeth.

Trish keeps rubbing your hip, then pulls you down into an embrace. "Maybe we can arrange some kind of payback later. Right now I'm a lot more worried about you - you're so tense." Her fingers slide over your back and start working kinks out of your tense muscles.

"Trish... look at the clock. Last night your cum leaked ...um... out and ...um... in. I still wound up p...p...pregnant."

Trish's back rub turns into a full blown massage and it's awfully hard to stay angry. As Trish rather expertly turns your muscles to mush she whispers, "I didn't plan any of this Jane, you know that. And I know you've got good reason to be furious at that woman, but I've also got something to thank her for. I always thought I was sterile and now..." She slips a hand under you and holds your belly.