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Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer

byCal Y. Pygia©

Waking to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window, between the parted curtains, Buffy Summers frowned, blinking. She'd had some strange dreams, including a few that had been prophetic, but nothing like the bizarre nightmare she'd awakened from just now. Last night, she'd fought a Feral Demon and the damned thing had bitten her! Of course, she'd slain it--eventually--but, by then, she'd already begun to feel sick and, concerned, she'd gone straight to bed. She was always troubled whenever a demon of any kind managed to bite or claw her, because no one could say with certainty what unexpected effects a demon's bite or scratch might have on its victim or, for that matter, when these effects might become manifest.

Once, she'd been bitten by a demon and, as a result, she'd almost be driven insane from her sudden ability to read the mind of everyone within earshot. Not only had she been made privy to the innermost secrets of friends, enemies, acquaintances, and strangers, becoming a psychic eavesdropper, but she'd also been unable to shit out the incessant din. It hadn't been a pleasant experience, not at all, but it had allowed her to stop Jonathan from committing suicide and to become a thorn in her side, later, when he joined forces with Andrew and Warren to form the Troika who were responsible for Tara's murder and Willow's attempt to destroy the world. So far, other than the strange dream she'd had (and a nasty-looking bite mark), nothing, fortunately, had resulted from the Feral demon's bite. Still, just the dream itself had been so wacky as to be frightening. It had also seemed utterly real. Buffy had dreamed that she had a penis and a pair of testicles inside a scrotum that dangled in front of the cleft of her own female sex. Absurd, of course--but disturbing, anyway.

Just to convince herself that everything was as it should be, she glanced quickly at the crotch of her panties--and her eyes widened in horror, her mouth gaping in shock, as she noticed that the smooth contour of her underwear was disturbed by the bulging outlines of what were obviously male genitals! The dream had come true: Buffy Summers had a cock and balls!

She scrambled from her bed, grabbing her robe from the back of the chair where she'd pitched it after retuning to her room last night following her shower, and shrugged into the terrycloth housecoat. She opened her bedroom door and, although it made no sense to do so, looked quickly to the left and right before she darted across the hallway, into the bathroom, and hastily closed and locked the bathroom door. She stood before the full-length mirror, under the fluorescent bulbs overhead, and prayed, Please let this be part of the dream! Let me wake up and see that I'm still a girl! She closed her eyes, opened the robe, removed the garment, and let it drop to the floor. Then, grimacing, she opened her right eye a slit and consulted her reflection in the mirror.

Quickly, she closed her eye again--tightly--but not before she'd confirmed that the penis and testicles were still there!

She was a boy!

Well, no, not a boy. Not exactly.

After all, she has breasts, and her buttocks were full and round, like a girl's, and she still had a pussy--behind her male genitals. If anything, she was a hermaphrodite, a person with both male and female sex organs. Ugh! she thought, opening her eyes again to consult the mirror. Having a penis and testicles was really gross!

Gingerly, she took the flaccid member in her hand or, rather, between her thumb and first two fingers. The skin felt loose upon the shaft. Experimentally, she rolled the column of flesh back and forth. The penis twisted and jiggled. Odd, she thought. She gathered the loose scrotum in her fingers, pulled the wrinkled flesh gently, turned it in her fingers. The skin was surprisingly soft, she thought--and, like the penis--odd. Male genitals, though not unattractive, were alien to her; after all, she was a girl--or had been, until a few minutes ago. She supposed that her pussy would seem as strange to a boy who suddenly came into possession of one of his own as the cock and balls she'd recently come to own seemed to her.

As Buffy handled her cock and balls, the penis swelled and stretched, thickening and stiffening until, after a few moments, it stood upright before her belly. She smiled at herself in the full-length mirror, considering the rigid erection that jutted from her girl's groin. She'd always wondered what an orgasm felt like to a boy and, more specifically, what it would feel like to ejaculate, shooting semen from a penis. Now that she had male genitals of her own, there was no need to wonder any longer. She could know exactly what an orgasm felt like for a guy, and she could know exactly what it felt like to spurt semen out of a bloated, rigid prick.

She made her hand into a fist, gripping the erect penis firmly but gently, and pumped her closed hand up and down, pulling and pushing the flesh back and forth upon the straining shaft. At first, she didn't feel much, other than an insistent hardness throughout her prick. However, as she continued to pump her fist up and down, a tickling sensation flooded her loins, and she gasped. Her breath came quicker, in short pants, and her heart beat faster. Her thighs quivered, and her anus fluttered. She quickened the temp of the up and down thrusts of her hands upon the stiff-standing, swollen member, and her cock lurched in her grasp, twitching and jerking. Her balls rose to form a tight clump at the base of her member. She moaned softly, trembling all over. Suddenly, thick, warm semen was spewing from the purple glans of her penis. The first streamer was followed by a second and a third. The semen continued to erupt from her cock, spurting against her belly, her breasts, and her pubes. All the strength seemed to flood from her, with the issue of her seed, and she leaned back against the bathroom's tile wall, her heart pounding, breathing in rasping pants. Her fingers were sticky with the creamy semen that had spurted from her loins. She wiped the viscous seed on her thigh. Her thighs were wet with the juices that had flowed from the labia behind her scrotum, and the inner walls of her cunt were drenched.

Buffy continued to lean back, against the cool tile of the wall as she labored to breathe and willed her racing heart to slow. When she'd regained her strength and her head had cleared, she wiped the semen and the cunt juices from her body, washed herself, and donned her robe again. Then, she crossed the hallway, returning to her bedroom. She'd planned to wear a sundress today, but, now that she was sporting a cock and balls as well as a cunt, she decided to wear a pair of jeans instead. However, as soon as she'd put them on, she realized that she couldn't wear the jeans, either. They were too tight. Normally, the tightness wouldn't matter, because she'd have no conspicuous bulge in her pants to hide. Now, tight jeans would reveal the outline of her male genitals, and, she knew, neither her little sister Dawn; her friends Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg; her Watcher, Rupert Giles; nor anyone else she knew would not know what to make of their sister, friend, or protégé, a girl mere hours ago, having all-too-evident male genitals. Instead of jeans, she chose a pair of comfy, roomy sweatpants.

As she dressed, seeing the creamy, smooth flesh of her firm, high, round breasts, Buffy thought of Willow. Since her friend's discovery that she was gay, Buffy had wondered what it was like for Willow to make love to her girlfriend, Tara--before Tara had been shot to death, that is. A few times, Buffy had even fantasized about trading places with Tara. After all, Buffy had known Willow far longer than Tara had, and, she was certain, Willow would gladly welcome the opportunity to make love to Buffy. They'd been best friends since Buffy had come to Sunnydale, over seven years ago, as a frightened, uncertain freshman.

Buffy had seen the way that Willow regarded her when they'd shared a dormitory room at UC Sunnydale a year or so ago, and she'd known the meaning of these looks--they held the same message as the covert messages that Buffy herself had sent to Willow in similar looks when she'd thought that the witch wouldn't notice. Buffy hadn't acted on her desires, because she knew, deep down, that she was heterosexual rather than gay, and she wasn't prepared to try lesbianism just because she found Willow attractive and was curious about the lifestyle that gay women lived. Now that she had a cock and balls as well as a cunt, though, it would be perfectly fine to experiment with Willow, wouldn't it? At last, Buffy could learn what Tara had found so irresistible about Willow and why making love to another woman had provided both Willow and Tara so much fun and pleasure--before the nerds, Jonathan, Andrew. And Warren had killed Willow's lesbian lover.

She smiled to herself as she thought that being both a man and a woman at the same time, a hermaphrodite, might not be too bad, not too bad at all.

- - - to be continued. . . .

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