Test One: Gender Swap.

Finally, I was refueled and ready to try things out. It was Saturday morning, so I had plenty of time to mess around. First things first, I got naked and stood in front of my full-length mirror, inspecting myself. I wondered if these transformations did anything to my body beyond changing looks. Could I change how my body worked, add or remove parts, or even fundamentally change myself? I put a few ideas aside to try later and then came up with a game plan. If I wanted to get better at this, I would need a strict training regime. In my free time, I would dedicate more than half of my time to practice, working on precision, longevity of transformations and consistency. Thankfully I had the whole weekend ahead of me so that could wait.

'Here we go...' I muttered to myself. I focused on my groin again, currently in its natural state. This time I didn't care about size. After a few moments, I felt my genitals fade away, overcome by the strange feeling as they took their new form. Half a minute later there I was. I quickly considered the surrounding area, too, and waited as those changes happened. I stared at myself in the mirror, now the proud owner of a hairless, tight pussy, round, feminine backside, sexy, smooth thighs and flat stomach. I had plenty of mental images of the beautiful Charlotte to use as material for my transformation and had copied her looks as closely as possible. I continued working my way up, ending with my face, hair and finally feet. Standing before me was no longer the pudgy, average John but instead the incredible girl I had spent the night with. I realised the version before me wasn't completely accurate. I had let my fond memories warp my view of her a little and expanded the breasts by at least a cup size. I was sure she had some light pubic hair too. I was so damn hot, though!

My curiosity got the better of me and my hand found its way up to my breasts. I gently squeezed the supple flesh, feeling its weight and comparing it to what I had felt the previous night. It was pretty close to the real thing. I focused again, thinking about the density and texture more carefully and after a few moments, squeezed again. This time, perfect. My goodness they were the real thing. I had corrected both the size and feel. I hadn't added any baby making anatomy inside me, just the appearance and sexual functions for now. I didn't want to take risks. I pinched my soft nipples and they quickly became hard. The roughness of my fingertips sent sparks down towards my groin and I felt some subtle movement between my legs. It was so different from having a dick, the heft of it was gone and instead I could feel a moistness growing there. I let my other slender hand gracefully wander down towards my new sex.

As soon as my fingers reached my smooth folds, I felt a pleasant warmth fill me from within. I sat down in front of the mirror and wiggled closer to get a better view. I used my fingers to spread my pussy lips and investigate my soft flesh. I kept massaging my breasts, occasionally tweaking my hard nipples, enjoying the way it felt immensely. I could see the new hole between my legs getting wetter, so I ran my finger through it, up over my new clitoris. For a moment, my mind went blank and I rocked backwards, laying down on my back. Before I could think, I was furiously rubbing myself, my hand a blur as bliss overcame me. Only a few moments later I was greeted with a deep convulsion. My muscles tightened and clenched, drenching my fingers in juices as I came. It kept going, and I was utterly overwhelmed by the sensations. 'Oh. My. Goodness.' I hoarsely whispered, not wanting to break the illusion by using my real voice. The feeling was magnificent and alien. My post-cum brain fully appreciated the gift it had been given for a moment, a dumb smile on my face. After waiting for the sensations to subside, I gathered my leaking brain back into its box and went to clean up in the bathroom.

Next, I considered other possibilities. Still looking like Charlotte but now with rosy red cheeks and labia, slightly swollen from my generous ministrations, I thought about my next idea. This time, before starting, I pictured my whole, real body, considering how it would feel to loosen a taught muscle or press reset on a machine and power down. My vision went blank and I collapsed to the floor. I could feel panic and regret but no input of any kind reached me. I had melted into a blob shaped ooze on the floor. Gradually, this blob creature, not much different from the slimes in computer games, began to take my form again. This took a painfully long time and felt like forever for me, swimming in my own body, no sensory input at all until my body rebuilt itself. What if I had suffocated? In fact, why didn't I? When I was 90% back to normal, I attempted to stand and marvelled at my image as the final details solidified. The transformation was successful but it was a harrowing experience. A chill went up my spine as I considered the other potential outcomes. Had I nearly died? My eyes flashed blue and green, glassy and alien as I observed and concluded that, no, I hadn't nearly died. I didn't feel tired or out of breath. The thing that was inside me was probably some kind of symbiote and therefore would most likely want me alive to accomplish whatever its goal was.

What was its goal? Did it even think in such a manner? Could it communicate with me? I thought about how I could control my transformations by visualizing and used the same process to try to pin-point where I thought it was inside my head. I couldn't feel its presence at all, no response of any kind, net even a feeling that something was there. I gave up and opened my eyes, noticing the colour was bluer than before. 'Huh.' A breath escaped my lungs when I noticed the small change. I wondered if it was connected to what I was attempting. I tried again but to no avail. Maybe it didn't want to communicate or maybe I was just reading into it more then necessary and there was nothing to be done. For now, I just accepted my new powers and went back to having fun.