Things get real

It’s funny. As you are read the card and you stare at the picture… somethings seems to shift sideways on you. The image on the card seems to grow bigger and you sense your perspective shifts. You aren’t Ivy anymore…

You… am I.

I… I am Tim. Well Tiffany. I’m not you or Ivy any more. I’m me. Clear?

A pronoun transition is a messy thing in some ways. I could be a we queen. Or third person. Whetever.

But my reality was suddenly that of card 23 that you had been holding moments before you became I… yeah it’s a mindfuck.

Because I’m here and I’m still confused. I don’t know where you is. You are? I am. That’s all that matters. And yeah, card 23. My new reality where every fucking Friday, my roommates and I play a game of Russian roulette fuck buddy with our Y chromosomes. But this Friday they’re all black market resistance pills and we’re all big breasted bimbo slugs. Chris and Paul are busy fucking each other like bunnies and digging a hole for themselves.

I myself have also taken a bimbo slut pill, card 23 is light on the detail ok, but have I purposefully have avoided having an orgasm… I don’t want to get stuck as a horny bitch like my two roommates. Them though, I want them stuck like that for a long long time.

Chris and Paul are in a state of intense sexual bliss, their moans and gasps echoing through the apartment as they pleasure each other in Chris’s bedroom - with the door open. The sight of them, their naked bimbo bodies writhing together in passion, was surprisingly erotic, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to join in. Their small girly hands explored every inch of each other's newfound curves, and their mouths tasted the sweetness of each other's sex. They had become insatiable, each orgasm seemingly fueling their desire for more. Certainly fueling the duration of their stay as bimbo sluts. I had to commend them for that. If only they knew they might exercise some self restraint. Like me.

My plan was to avoid cumming for the next twenty four hours at all costs, get back my cock and use it to fuck them into those bodies for… well let’s be honest, for as long as I could.

But, as the hours ticked by, resisting the urge grew harder. The sweet sounds of their lovemaking and the alluring scent of their arousal were doing a number on my willpower. The way their new bodies moved was intoxicating. I found myself watching from the living room and stroking my clit, feeling the heat and the ache build up. No! I had to stay strong, I couldn't let the temptation win.

The sun began to set, casting a warm glow across their room. The shadows grew longed. Chris and Paul had switched positions on the double ended dildo, now with Chris on top, her new perfectly roundedtits bouncing with every thrust into Paul's wet pussy. Their eyes met mine and they grinned mischievously, as if challenging me to join them. I bit my lip and squeezed my legs tighter together, feeling the wetness between my own legs grow. I wanted to join them. Desperately.

The TV in their played an old porn movie, wacca wacca sex guitar going hard, the sounds of slapping flesh and fake moans adding to the cacophony of my roommates sexual symphony. The sound of the men in the movie fucking the busty bitches made me even more aware of my own need. My gentle coaxing had made my clit incredibly sensitive, and even the lightest touch was almost too much to handle. I watched as Paul reached for the remote, turning up the volume to drown out their own cries of pleasure.

“Come on Tiffany, join us…” Chris begged.

Paul’s hand reached out to me, her eyes glazed with lust. Their moans grew louder as the porn stars on the screen reached a crescendo of pleasure. The dildo, sticky with their juices, gleamed. The pressure was building, my resolve was waning, but I knew I had to hold out. If I gave in now, I’d be just like them—trapped in a cycle of endless desire.

But the sight of them, lost in their own world of pleasure, was too much to bear. My hand strayed from my clit to my mouth, tasting my own sweetness. The temptation grew stronger with every passing moment. The ache between my legs was now a throbbing need that demanded release. My mind raced with thoughts of giving in, of feeling that intense pleasure wash over me.

I took a deep breath and stood up, my body swaying slightly as I stepped closer to their open door. My hand hovered over the door knob. I knew if I entered, if I let myself go, the game was over. Yet, the desire was so strong, it was like a siren's call that I couldn't resist. I leaned forward, my breath hitching as I watched Chris and Paul's bodies move in sync with each other.

"Tiff, come on," Paul panted, her hand reaching out to me again. "You know you want to."

Their voices were a siren's call, tempting me to abandon my resistance and indulge in the sweet embrace of pleasure. With a Herculean effort, I stepped back, closing their door.

"I'll pass," I murmured, my voice strained.

With a frustrated grumble, I retreated to the sanctity of my bedroom and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked into place, a barrier between me and the siren's call of their escalating ecstasy. The walls were thin, but I had to ignore the sounds of pleasure that seeped through the cracks. I paced the room, trying to distract myself from the overwhelming need to cum.

In a moment of desperation, I grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills from the nightstand and swallowed onewith a gulp of water. It was risky, mixing the pill with the Resistance pill, but I was willing to do anything to escape the temptation that lurked outside my door. My body felt heavy as the sleeping pill began to work its magic, the edges of my vision blurring slightly.

I lay down on the bed, the mattress seemingly swallowing me whole. The sounds of Chris and Paul's lovemaking grew fainter as the sedative pulled me under. The darkness of sleep approached, offering a reprieve from the relentless hunger that gnawed at my core. But even as my eyelids grew heavy, I couldn't help but imagine their hands on me, their tongues exploring every sensitive inch of my transformed body.

I slipped into a fitful slumber, my dreams a tumultuous sea of carnality and desire that I feared to participate in lest I was trapped. I saw myself in their place, my body writhing in ecstasy as they took turns filling me with the dildo. The pleasure was so intense, so real, that it was almost unbearable. I moaned in my sleep, my hand drifting to my clit of its own accord. The warmth of my touch only served to heighten the tension that coiled within me.

“Don’t cum!!” I told myself to stop myself.

As the night deepened, my dreams grew more vivid. I was no longer a spectator but an active participant in their lust-filled romp. Chris's full lips wrapped around my clit, her tongue swirling around it as I watched her tits bounce with every thrust of the dildo by Paul. Paul's fingers reached forward and danced over my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me that made my toes curl. The sleeping pill was fighting a losing battle against the raging hormones that the Resistance pill had unleashed.

Again I stopped myself. Barely. I was walking a tightrope! I nodded off to sleep.

But again I tossed and turned, my hand moving rhythmically between my legs, the fabric of my panties growing damp. My moans grew louder, melding with the symphony of pleasure echoing from the next room. The barrier of my bedroom door felt flimsier with every passing moment, the temptation threatening to burst through and consume me. I threw the pillow over my face, trying to muffle the sounds that seemed to resonate through my very being. I pinched my clit and jolted myself awake.

I calmed myself, mastered my burning need. Closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. Willed myself. Willed. Finally I fell asleep.

I awoke and my eyes fell on the clock. Only a few more hours to go until the pill wore off. I had to keep my mind off the situation, so I turned on some music—something fast and loud to drown out the noises from outside. The bass thumped through the walls, but it didn't completely mask the sounds of their passion. I lay down on my bed, trying to focus on anything but the throbbing between my legs.

One album… another. A third.As the final chords of the song played out the time was up, I felt a sudden shift within me. My body began to spasm, the pain shooting through me like a bolt of lightning. It was like my very essence was being torn apart and reassembled. My vision swam, and for a moment, I was lost in a sea of agony. When the world stopped spinning, I looked down to see my body transformed back into my male form. The breasts shrunk, the curves flattened, and my cock grew back, hard and demanding attention.

I was Tim. Man of the house. I love it when a plan cums together.