Swapped

The die rolled across the table landing on a two. “Oh man,” Lenny groaned, not just for the low roll, but that put him on the same spot as Ben. A trap spot. They watched as he drew the top card. “Aura Reader. You can now tell how attracted people are to you.”

“What does that mean?” Ben asked.

Lenny looked around the table where his friends had a slight glow to them. “You two look a little red, and Bug is orange.”

“I’m guess the red is not interested since I’m straight,” Fayez postulated.

Bug pulled their hood up, “I um.”

“I get it Bug, you’re fine,” Lenny let them off the hook. Bug nodded the group understanding that Bug leaned towards not attracted. “Well, this should keep my ego in check,” Lenny joked as he passed the die to Ben.

“Big money, no whammies,” Ben’s die tumbled across the table. A 3, putting him on the spiky blob square. “Oh that’s the truth or dare, or would you rather thing from before, right?” Ben drew his card, “Yep. Would You Rather. Give a trap to the next player,” Ben looked to Fayez, “or three traps to yourself.” Ben swallowed, “I can’t. Three? It’s-“

“It’s fine, I get it, you’ve already been hit more than the rest of us and I don’t have any traps yet,” Fayez patted Ben on the shoulder.

Ben slumped, relaxing some tension. “Thanks, trap Fayez.” He put down his card, and left Fayez to draw his own card.

“Sex Flip-Flopper. After every full round, you swap your sex.” Fayez put down his card, ending simultaneously Ben’s turn and the 2nd round of gameplay. A chill ran over his body as it started to shift.

His beard vanished as his facial features softened, growing rounder. He shrunk in his seat, as he grew shorter. His chest expanded, his shirt growing tight forcing it to rise up revealing his navel. His bottoms loose from his shrunken form. His hair grew to shoulder length framing his newly feminized face. “What the-“ he stopped shocked at the higher pitch of his voice.

“Damn, girl Fayez is hot,” Ben chimed in.

Bug agreed but kept it to themselves, especially since they already were attracted to Fayez before. It felt too close to an admission.

Lenny tried to make a joke, “I hope Rimsha is bi, if you come home looking like that.”

Fayez chuckled, running his hand through his now much longer hair, “Yeah, that’d be nice. I think I’m going to use the bathroom real quick.”

Bug nodded in agreement as Lenny said, “Yea, go for it.”

Fayez stood, turning to start walking. A few things happened in unison. His feet were now smaller and slipped from his shoes, tripping him. The second was his loose pants starting to fall. With the two happening together, he wasn’t able to grab his pants as he reached out to catch himself.

He fell forward, his unfamiliarity with his new body and muscle mass, or lack there of, caused his arms to give out. “Ow,” he said, rubbing his cheek where it hit the ground.

Meanwhile the others were staring in awe as Fayez’s pants had slipped to his knees. His brown bubble butt on full display. Due to how he fell, Ben had a full view of his new pussy. “Holy shit,” Ben gasped.

That **** Fayez to realize what happened, he scrambled to pull up his pants. When he looked back, Ben was still staring, Lenny had the good sense to at least act like he wasn’t staring, and Bug hid in their hoodie but not before Fayez saw their blushing face. Fayez held their pants up as they walked to the bathroom without his shoes, in socks that were too large for his new feet.

He kept one hand on his waistband, keeping his pants in place as he gazed into the mirror. He had 3 brothers, no sisters so he couldn’t say for sure, but he now looked how he imagined his sister would look if he had one.

He touched his face still a little in awe that this was his face. His focus drifted south when he saw his new chest in the mirror. He pulled his phone out, taking a few pictures.

He pulled up his shirt, his boobs popping out one after the other. He palmed one, feeling it in his grasp. He gave up holding his pants letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, and removed his socks to leave him naked in the bathroom.

He snapped a couple more photos, exploring his new body in the process. Part of him said that he should get back to the others. But the way it felt when he touched his new pussy, and the curiosity of it all begged him to touch himself more.

He started recording a video with his phone. His free hand gently rubbing at his pussy. He bit back a moan, knowing that his friends were just in the other room. It felt so good, as he slipped a finger into his newly formed hole.

He placed the phone on the sink, positioning it to still watch himself. With a free hand, he groped his tits, teasing his nipples. He moaned losing himself to the pleasure.

His first female orgasm was quickly approaching, until he was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Some of us aren’t allowed to jerk off, so this is kind of rude,” Ben shouted through the door.

“I’ll be right out,” Fayez called back. His progress towards his climax faded. He was tempted to continue, chase the orgasm. But he gave in to the logical side of his brain.

He pulled his shirt back on, his nipples hard beneath the shirt and clearly visible through the taut fabric. His boxers were a lost cause, the elastic too loose to stay up. He used his pocket knife to poke a new hole in his belt, and cinched it tight to keep his pants in place.

He ended the recording and returned to the other room. The others stared as he approached, his stiff nipples, flushed cheeks, and tousled hair gave little doubt to what he had been doing. “I guess it’s my turn?” Fayez asked in a higher pitch that still surprised him to hear coming from his own mouth.