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[b][u][center]A Shift of Gender Perspective

For Gezro

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Jake stepped out of Clover’s car, shaking his head as he watched the shorter, dark-haired woman make her way toward the apartment stairs. His hopes of this being a little way of flirting with him were slowly sliding away as he followed her, and he bit his lips as he looked around the cheap, slightly rotten building.

“You live here?” he asked.

“Lots of people do,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “You think that we can all afford big, fancy places?”

“I can’t…”

“Even on your salary?”

“Close, but not yet.”

“Hmm, what is the world coming to?” Clover shook her head, turning back to the stairs. “Come on. I live on the top floor. Less interruptions up there.”

He imagined. It didn’t take long to climb the flights of stairs to the fourth floor, but every step worked his nerves until they were strumming in all the wrong ways. He’d gone from a coffee-shop date with a cute older woman to visiting her apartment after she’d offered to show him some magic and he’d barely kept from giggling at the childish statement. He’d honestly thought she was joking, but…

Well, here they were

Rounding the corner of the top floor, he followed her to the front door of her apartment, and he remembered their little date chat. An IT guy and a goth girl – girl, god, she was in her forties, he was in his twenties, she was showing some aged plump, he was skinny and still trying to figure himself out – at a coffee shop. They had talked, exchanged pleasantries, and he thought it was going well.

Then she mentioned magic.

Then he almost laughed.

She made an offer.

Now they were here.

[i]What if she’s crazy?[/i] he thought as Clover opened the door to the apartment. [i]What if she’s going to do something horrible to me? What if I’m dating a crazy woman? Do I make an excuse and run away? Or –[/i]

She opened the door, and – while painted black and white – the inside of her apartment looked…normal enough. Nothing that out of place. There was a TV, a couch, a bar that ran around the kitchen and gave someone a place to sit if they were having a drink or a snack with the person that lived here. A small table was tucked into the corner of the combined living and dining room, and another hallway led off to the bedroom and bathroom down the way.

Clover stepped inside, waving for him to follow. They both kicked off their shoes and took a seat on the couch, and she smiled at him, stroking his leg gently.

“So tense.”

“Well, it’s, uh, first time that I’ve gone anywhere with anyone for a while.” [i]Or ever.[/i] “I don’t really…well…I don’t get out much.”

“Clearly, if you don’t think that I can do what I say. Laughing at my magic, hmm?” Clover smirked. “How about I show you how I work my magic, eh?”

“I – well – I guess –”

He yelped. One second, he was dressed normally, pants pulled up to where they were supposed to be. The next, his pants were on the floor, pulled down around his ankles and binding his legs together. His underwear, too, which left his nervous hard-on exposed and –

“Ah!”

In her hands. He stared as her black-nailed fingers trailed along his shaft, biting his lips and keeping whatever stupid thing wanted to come past his lips from happening. Here he was getting touched by a girl for the first time in – well, ever – and he was going to complain or try and stop her? Fat fucking chance. Jake leaned back, huffing as she teased her nails along the bottom of his shaft to just under the head, giving it a little tickle before reaching behind her back.

Of all the things that he expected her to pull out – a condom, a gag, or some other bit of kinky play – he didn’t expect her to pull out a glass vial filled with some pink fluid. He blinked through his panting gasps, watching as she popped the cork with her thumb before upending the whole thing over his cock. It flowed over his shaft and she stroked the slippery stuff in, feeling like a wonderful, teasing masturbation…for a few seconds.

Jake’s breath caught in his throat as she stroked down the shaft as a whole, almost pulling from the tip to the base. Every stroke felt like it forced his cock tighter, harder, giving him the stiffest erection that he’d ever had. He gasped for breath as Clover teased him with a smirk, leaning on one hand as she kept on sliding her hand up and down.

“Mmmm, you like that?”

“Nnngh…mm-mm-hmm.”

“Well, I think I’m in the mood for something different. Let’s make a few…adjustments.”

She stroked a little more firmly, pinching around his shaft, and before his eyes, his cock shrank. The next stroke pulled at least a half-inch of flesh into his crotch, dragging his cock into him before his eyes. His mouth hung open at the impossible change, only for him to see it happen again.

And again.

And again.

Each stroke shaved off fractions of an inch from his cock, but every time that some disappeared, the rest of the shaft felt infinitely more sensitive. A little more, then a little more again, until the head was nearly flush with his crotch, barely half an inch of cock shaft to push him forward.

“What…how…”

“Magic, dear.”

Her other hand, likewise slicked up with her little potion, wrapped around his balls and gave them a gentle push. He arched his back, his eyes going wide as he felt them actually melting into him, going inside, sliding past his flesh and into him. It was like – like they were being folded into him, gradually inserted into a space that was never meant to feel anything inside.

Further, further, further it changed, until his cock had not only shrunk in, but thinned out, the head of his shaft going from a little over an inch across to being less than half an inch in diameter. A foreskin-like hood slid over it, pulling it flush against him as –

“Ah!”

Jake gasped again as Clover stroked between his legs, drawing a line just under his new clit – god, that was what it was, wasn’t it? – and opening him up. A new sex took form, already more than damp in fear-arousal, and he shivered as she gave him a nudge from behind.

“Up, up, up, come on.”

Unable to even think of contradicting her, he was on his feet in seconds. She followed, ripping his shirt off and throwing it over the back of the couch, and her hands were already working over his chest and his torso. Some things shrank, but others grew, his nipples being among the latter category. He stared down as she fondled the little pink spots, pulling them out and making them more obvious, more fulsome, and he whimpered as he felt just how much more sensitive they were.

It didn’t help when they were pushed forward by new breasts – real breasts, actual breasts, boobs! – that were growing bigger and bigger with each little grope from the older woman. He was so focused on them and the strange new weight that they put on his shoulders that he didn’t even notice that he wasn’t quite so tall until he could feel Clover’s breath against the back of his neck.

“What –”

Turning around, he found himself nearly face-to-face, nose-to-nose with the witch. She still wore that smirk, smiling at him as he stood there in the nude, his new breasts pushed forward and…and…oh god, they were standing chest to chest, his height almost matching hers now, and he was completely exposed and starting to get a little wet between his legs and – oh god, was that how it felt to have curves like this, having that little extra weight making him sway when he shifted his stance? Fuck, it was impossible not to notice as he kept moving and – and –

“Hey, hey, calm down. Calm down,” Clover said, cupping his face between her dry hands. “It’s done now. You’re a girl now. You get that? You hear me?”

Jake stared forward, forcing himself to breathe slower. It was hard – so hard – but he managed to calm down little by little. He took one deep breath after another, and slowly, his heart rate went down until it didn’t feel like it was going to hammer its way out from between his ribs. Jake nodded, and Clover nodded back, pulling her hands down from his face and chuckling.

“Well, I knew that it’d work, but I didn’t think that it’d work as well as that. You look just about as real as can be. And a lot less, heh, pointy than you used to be down there. I bet that’s going to take a while to get used to.”

“Can, um…can I get some clothes?” he asked.

“…Oh, that’s probably a fair question,” she said, rubbing the back of her head. “Tell you what. I just did some laundry, and considering we’re about the same size now, why don’t you get a bra and some new underwear on? It’ll help you get used to being in a new body, and that’ll go a [i]long[/i] way toward getting your comfort levels up. You’ll be feeling right as rain before you know it.”

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To be fair, Jake felt…better, once she got dressed in the undergarments, at the very least. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to wear a skirt, but Clover did have some pants for her to use. They were still over the arm of the couch, though, and Jake kept staring down between her legs at the way that her new thong rested so flat against her crotch. She poked at it with one finger, shivering as she was reminded that there was nothing where she was used to things being. Everything was further down, and the thong itself made it feel so…so…flat, for lack of a better word. It was completely different to what she was used to, and –

“You okay?” Clover asked.

“…I guess,” Jake said, shaking her head. “I don’t know. I’m still getting used to how weird it is.”

“Weird? How?”

“Everything is in a different place, and the underwear’s flat rather than supportive and…god, it’s just…so different. I just never realized how different until I got changed, I guess.”

“Yeah, well…” Clover shook her head and crossed her arms under her breasts. “It’s whatever you grow up with, I guess. Sorry if it was a little sudden.”

“It’s okay,” Jake said by habit.

“Heh, is it?” She shook her head. “It was probably a little much, honestly. I overreact when people question whether magic’s real, or if I can actually do it, and all that jazz. I don’t take it well, and sometimes it comes out a little more…aggressive than it really should. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Come here.”

She slid across the couch into Clover’s arms. Though they were about the same height, there was still a power of maturity that the other woman had, and Jake was happy to submit to that. Getting to lie over someone else’s breasts was also a nice feeling, she had to admit; even as a woman, they felt pillowy to her. Guess there was something to being a lesbian, she thought with a small chuckle.

Clover leaned over, the arm around her shoulders going further down, down, down, until her fingers rested right over Jake’s waistline. They weren’t quite going into her new thong, but they were rubbing over the lacy material, teasing and plucking at it.

“Heh…so, how do you feel knowing that everything goes inside, now?”

“It’s…something to get used to.”

“Are you feeling a little turned on, still?”

“…Maybe a little.”

“How about you let me check, hmm?”

Jake didn’t say a word, and clearly, that was consent enough for Clover. Her hand slid back up past the thong waistband before sliding under it, and the tingling feeling of those long-nailed fingers sliding down her crotch had Jake shivering more than she knew she could. It was so sensual and strange, beyond anything that she had fantasized about as a man. Clover’s sheer power and control, mixed with the strange gentleness that she displayed, both turned her on and confused the hell out of her.

And that hand was still going further and further down, rubbing along her crotch until the fingers curved and –

“Ah!”

Two fingers, one on each side of her new clit, and it was…so stiff down there, so hard, and she bit her lips as Clover pushed further, rubbing her fingertips against Jake’s new sex.

“Heh, I think I can safely say that you are drenched, hon,” Clover said, shaking her head. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Mmmph…”

“Keep in mind, you can’t change back without me. You want to stay on my good side, don’t you?”

“Mmmph…y-yes, Clover…”

“That’s a good girl. Now, let’s get you out of those so I can get a better look at you again. And besides…I think you’d like to try something new.”

Jake nodded, getting to her feet as she stripped down. By the time that her new bra and thong were on the floor, she realized that Clover was taking some stuff off, too. The other woman had taken off her pants and her underwear, but her top still covered her, if only barely; the top went down to her upper thighs. They stood in front of the couch, and Jake spread her legs at the other woman’s touch.

“Mmmm, looks like your clit’s nice and hard right now,” Clover said, chuckling to herself. “Well, it used to be a cock, so that’s no surprise, but still. Mmm, you’re very, very stiff right there, aren’t you?”

She was. It was…so different to having a hard-on, but she could feel the way that her clit poked ever so slightly out of the hood over her sex, and oh [i]fuck[/i] it tingled every time that Clover touched it.

“Mmm, but I think that you’d lose now. If my clit was as hard as yours was…I bet mine would be bigger.”

“Mmmph...”

“Oh, wow. Does that turn you on?”

“M-maybe a little…”

“Heh…Come here…”

They slid back to the couch, but rather than sitting, Clover leaned back with her legs spread, her top sliding up just enough to show her sex. The sight of it was…intense, to say the least, and to see that she was that wet was encouraging. Somehow.

But more encouraging was that little wiggle of her finger that encouraged Jake to slide closer, closer, and closer still, until their pussies pressed together. That warmth and wetness pressing between them was so much more than she had expected, and her breath caught in her throat as their legs spread, gradually finding the right angle so that they could lie together and press and grind and –

“Mmmph…”

“Oh, yes…” Clover moaned.

It was a brand-new experience for Jake; the feeling of being that heated and needy took over, and it was like she was ensorcelled, drawn in by the magic of the body and the heady need that came to be closer and more intimate with the other woman. They were sliding, grinding, pressing together, their clits all but fencing between their legs as they nudged and bumped against each other. The constant slippery slide was going to stain the couch, but who cared? That was a problem for the future.

She gasped and moaned, her hands gripping desperately at the couch for something, anything that would keep her anchored to the real world, and she craved every last bit of stimulation that she could get. Clover controlled the pace, guiding them along, and she just did her best to keep up with the dance. The soft squelch-smack of wet flesh coming in and out of contact only added to the intensity.

“That’s it…almost…almost there…”

Neither of them could last for long. They were flush against each other for nearly a minute longer before a mutual spasm hit them both. They arched their backs and came, the sudden spasms and tremors and clenches inside so new to Jake as they slumped back, toes curling against the cushions and their eyes shutting tight.

It was wet.

It was hot.

It was amazing.

And then it was over. They both laid there, taking a moment to catch their breath, before Clover lifted her head and chuckled.

“See? It’s not that bad…but if you want to…stay with me…you better get used to being whatever I want you to be…whenever I want you to be it. Got it?”

“Yeah…yeah, I think…I got it.” Jake smiled. “And I kinda like it.”

“…Heh. Wonderful.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A younger man and an older woman get together in a very weird way, and a little transition happens.

Tags: M/F, F/F, Human, Femdom, Gender Swap, Gender TF, New Pronouns, Pussy, Cock Folded Away, Cock Shrinkage, Age Difference, Orgasm, Cum, Scissoring,