Becoming A Girl! But At A Cost! Ch. 02

[Features: Gender bender, male to female, rape, blowjob, sex, unwanted pleasure.]

Ughhh. I felt like I had been run over by a train. Parts of me I didn't know I had felt sore. Wait, parts of me I definitely didn't have were sore. I tried to sit up rapidly and take everything in and that was a mistake as I just crashed back down onto my bed, groaning. I had to think things through and take it slowly.

Last night's events reappeared in my mind and my breath caught. Transgender, demon, woman. I didn't know which part of that, of any that, I should address first. A small part of me, the part that desperately wanted to focus on anything else, thought about how ludicrous it was in movies. People would experience something crazy and then think it was a dream. Trying to reimagine my terror and adrenaline as a dream would be impossible.

I was feeling less groggy and what I was feeling instead caused my jaw to drop. I slowly sat up, my long hair falling over my shoulders. I looked down and saw boobs. I gulped. I just stared, until with a hand, a hand that looked smaller than what I remembered, I poked one of them, and felt a jolt through my body. I felt that.

There's no way.

It was all real, every single part of it.

I hadn't thought it was a dream but some part of me just couldn't, couldn't accept all of that insanity as reality. Until now.

I had boobs. Breasts. Giant ones at that. Well, they certainly felt giant, jesus.

In a daze, I tried to stand up and nearly fell over. Not from my breasts but because I was shorter and lighter than I remembered. My whole body felt, so different. It was such a change that I felt dizzy and had to sit back down on my bed. My head was hurting. It was just way too much at once. Like, eating a meal and just shoveling 30 different things at the same time into your mouth. The breasts, the hair, the weight and height, even my skin. It was all, all of it, was so different that it felt overwhelming. God, had every part of me-

My penis.

It took a second to peer over my breasts but I managed to pull my pants down and look.

There was nothing. Nothing was down there. Just, smooth all the way. Well, no, that wasn't technically true. I wasn't a contortionist but there was definitely something else down there. I felt like my jaw was going to break from dropping it so much. This was, this was impossible. It was impossible and yet, here I was.

"Cra-"

My voice! I didn't, I didn't sound anything like me! It was a, a,

"A woman's voice."

It wasn't anything special in any way, just a female's voice. The only part that was absolutely insane was that it came from my mouth. My body, my whole body, and even my voice? For some reason that was hitting me harder. Maybe not, negatively, just with, importance. Weight. Significance. I wasn't the same, I was entirely different. Every part of me over my 23 years was gone and replaced. I was female now. No one in their right mind could ever deny that. Hell, scientists themselves could probably not be able to ever tell I was male. The old me had been entirely erased and replaced. That sent, that sent a cold shiver up my body. My new body. The new me. I was gone, in a way, right? It was what I wanted, what I want, but, did part of me die? That was the first thought that came to my mind.

Something caught my eye. It was my computer. Still open to Bellamy, the main character from my comic.

No, that was the wrong thought. Part of me hadn't died. Part of me had changed. A large, massive part of me, but still. I still was the same person who liked art, who wanted to be a tattoo artist, who now firmly didn't want to get any tattoos myself, and who really really wanted to apologize to Mike for basically running away. I was just different now, and that was fine. Sometimes, different could mean better.

I tried to get up again and nearly tripped. My clothes didn't fit me at all and I hadn't noticed. My pants and boxers were falling down and my shirt felt incredibly tight against me. I grabbed ahold of them and made my way to the bathroom. I needed to actually see what I looked like.

I walked inside, looked at myself, and gasped.

I looked beautiful.

I didn't look anything like my old self. I had auburn hair like the color of falling leaves, green eyes, and paler skin than I remember. There were freckles on my face and I wasn't just imagining things, my breasts were truly huge. I wasn't an expert but I'd guess double D, on the larger side. My eyes were just stuck, staring at my own shocked face. I hadn't expected this. I expected to just look, average. I would have been more than happy with average or even a little ugly. It wasn't all about the looks, it was about being what I wanted to be. Female, feminine, to wear cute clothes, to be able to act how I'd like, to have people truly view me as a woman. To do a million and one things I hadn't even consciously known I wanted before last night.

And instead, I came out looking perfect. Some people wouldn't like how I look, and that was fine, great even. I didn't want to be some person's idea of perfect. I just wanted to be me.

And I felt like me. God, that, that part was the most insane now that I had noticed it. I never felt wrong but how comfortable I felt now was like, I didn't have words. I knew that this was right. Like having lived your entire life in a spacesuit with recycled stale air only to go outside on a fresh spring day for the first time. My, my soul felt stronger. I felt better than I ever had. I'd never gotten the whole wrong body thing fully. Of course I knew, but I didn't understand, how could I? I had never experienced it. Well, I was wrong. I had been experiencing it all this time and just gotten use to the sensation.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. It was crying. I was crying.

I expected more from the different hormones. The tears were all me, but I expected to find myself curled into a sobbing ball. But I just felt, fine. Happy, great, spiritually relieved, and more, so much more. But I wasn't suffering from mood swings or extreme emotions. I don't know if that was natural or something magic related.

Eventually I calmed down enough and waddled my way back to my bed, picking up the pants I had ended up dropping. Clothes were going to be the first problem. Luckily, I had a pair of jeans and a belt, and the shirt might be way too tight but it covered enough. For now though, for now, I just wanted to relax. I pulled off my pants and boxers and for some reason that felt a lot better. Besides the issues of size, boxers and these pants just didn't seem to work right as female. Next I pulled off my shirt and-

"Ahhhh"

God, my breasts were being absolutely crushed in that shirt. Bras were going to absolutely suck. I instinctively started massaging them and that felt good. Real good. Focus brain. Breasts these big were, I didn't know how to feel about them. I liked them a lot. But they were also clearly going to be a huge hassle. I wasn't use to parts of my body requiring so much extra care and work. Still, I couldn't say I was unhappy with them.

I laid there, naked, just marveling at my own body. I touched my stomach and arms and legs. No hair, well, no excess amounts of it. Just, normal amounts for a woman. This was, this was probably the best day of my life so far. Which really made my next thought suck.

"24 hours Garett. A single day to enjoy yourself. Well, 10 hours. Magic can be exhausting can't it?"

I looked at my phone. If the demon was right, and of course it was, that left me with 9 hours left. 9 hours before whatever price I had to pay for this came. My only hint was that it didn't involve breaking my body or sending me to hell. No, wait, not even that. It could really be nearly anything. 9 hours to enjoy myself before who knows what could happen to me.

Well, if that was cards I'd been dealt, I wasn't going to waste time.

I got up and, agonizingly, got dressed. Putting my breasts back under this damn shirt hurt. Some boxers, jeans, and a belt would do for now. I got ready to leave and took my car to a store. It was, weird being out in public. I hadn't entered the store yet but even just being outside, sitting in my car, I felt nervous. I had entirely changed and just going outside and acting like everything was the same just felt so weird. People were going to see me. They were going to look at me and see a woman. No, even more than that, I was a woman now. It was just, mind blowing.

I walked inside and tried to not look like a nervous thief when people would slightly glance at me as I walked by. What the hell? People never looked at me before! Did I look weird or-

I wanted to smack myself. I didn't look weird, I looked good and had big breasts with no bra. Of course people were going to look at me. They bounced a little with nearly every step. Even with a bra and better clothes, I'd probably have to get use to that. I'd definitely looked at a few females walking by before, attention was natural. It just wasn't natural for me to get it.

Shopping didn't take long and thankfully wasn't that embarrassingly hard. I didn't exactly know my own sizes but I had apparently been looking around at female clothes for longer than I thought. As a guy, I mean. I roughly guessed and after trying on half a dozen things in the dressing room, I finally got a good enough pair of pants and shirt. The bra was harder but I wasn't above asking for some help from an employee there.

And just like I expected, I fucking hated bras. Tight, way too tight, nearly painful. I'd probably explode and die if I ever tried a corset or something like that. Still, it was a good trade off for the firm support.

And after I made it back into my car I nearly collapsed and just pressed my head against the steering wheel. All those eyes, all those people, all of them thinking, knowing, that I was a woman. The socialness of it all shouldn't matter, it's my body, what I want, but it did. It mattered what people thought and how they reacted. And it had gone amazing, if incredibly exhausting and horrifying the whole time. I felt like my heart was going to collapse asking the receptionist for help. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment walking outside with my newly bought clothes on. I kept feeling like someone was going to surprise me and somehow be like "You aren't a woman! You're a guy!" but, none of that happened. It was normal, everything went fine.

I took a deep breath and headed home. I was regretting not once ever getting Mike's number. He had been the one to help me figure out my true feelings and if that hadn't happened, that demon wouldn't have shown up. It had never shown up before after all, it had waited for that moment. Thanking Mike and apologizing to him are things I wanted to do, especially if this price was especially horrible. It didn't protect my mind after all, what if it made me insane? I'd have to leave a note in my room, just in case.

After that I spent the 8 or so hours left, doing nothing. I'm sure some people would have thought me crazy but it wasn't about making being a woman my whole identity. It was about becoming myself. If I lost my hands and suddenly they were returned to me, I wouldn't obsess over them. I'd use them a lot and enjoy the fact of every moment of every day that I had hands.

It was the same for changing my gender. I drew, I cooked and made food, I wore pretty clothes I had bought, even a skirt! I spent my day enjoying myself as I would every day, but it felt like every moment was perfect. My face started hurting from smiling and I just laughed. I skipped across my apartment naked as I prepared pasta. I played some games and got on voice chat, only to laugh at all the horny guys. I messaged a few friends, telling them I was a woman now, only for them to send lol's or "You're trans? Oh. Okay." My friends were always chill like that.

The only sticking point was when I considered masturbating. I looked down and felt, well, I just didn't feel like it right now. But it felt like I should experience that before this horrible price I'd have to pay. But forcing myself to masturbate because I didn't want to miss out just... didn't sit right with me. There'd hopefully be time in the future when I was more horny.

The day was great and amazing and probably my happiest time in the world. I could only hope all my days were like this.

I got dressed and felt my heart rate spike as the time neared. I could have thought about the price or even looked into it. Google was right there, maybe some information on contract demons would have helped me figure it out. But I didn't want to know. I was too scared and wanted to just enjoy my day. Even now, as the time ticked down, I refused, hoping it was something I could handle, that I wouldn't mind paying. But I silenced those thoughts, ignorance was bliss and I didn't want to tempt fate by imagining the worst.

30 minutes

25

20

I was pacing.

15

10

I was staring at the clock, unable to tear my eyes away.

5

I watched the last seconds tick down on my digital clock.

0.

"Why hello Garett! Or should I call you by a different name?"

It hadn't been two seconds and already I felt blindsided by the demon. A name? I hadn't even considered a new name. But immediately, it felt like a new one was right there, just waiting for that exact thought.

"Bellamy. Or Bell."

"Ah, absolutely my dear Bellamy. Now, I do hope you've enjoyed yourself today. I see you've spruced up your outfit and I must say you do look dashing."

I blushed. I hadn't been expecting compliments. This damn demon. Always knowing what buttons to push.

"Ah, and that brings us to your side of the bargain. The price that must be paid."

I gulped and any positive feelings left me. This was it.

"First, you require a bit of information. Sometimes, it's easier to set up certain events to make future endeavors easier or even at all possible. A man or a demon must prepare if he wishes to succeed after all."

I had no idea where he was going with this but I nodded.

"Wonderful. Now, you my dear, are the preparation this time around. Not to diminish you in any way, I merely saw an opportunity to grant two people's heart desires with symbiotic effects."

What? Two people?

"What are you talking about?"

"Yes, yes, I tend to ramble. Let me cut to the heart of the matter. A certain young man's heart's desire is going to be, you."

My mind blanked and I blinked a few times.

"Pardon?"

"You are excused! But not yet." The demon chuckled to himself. "Yes yes, he wants a woman that will do anything he asks of them. Any request or demand. That will be your price to pay."

My heart practically dropped out and I felt myself going into a state of shock.

"Now now, do pick up your jaw. I will be summoning you to him within a few minutes after all."

My heart picked itself back up, threw itself into my body, and leaped into my throat, beating faster than I knew possible.

"A slave? You want me to be a slave?"

"Slavery? No no. That's not the desire that lurks in this man's heart. Merely a night of joy. You being there in the morning would actually go against his desires. What young man, after all, doesn't wish to summon a demon for a night of carnal pleasure?"

"I-I'm not a demon!"

"Precisely! Which is why it took a bit of extra effort this time around. 15 seconds Bellamy."

My mind was spinning. No way. No way no way no way. I was going to-

"What if I say no?"

"Ah, breaking our deal would mean your soul is forfeited as collateral. It's in the fine print. Not to worry though, warnings are a natural part of any agreement."

I was about to argue, to yell, to do something, when I found myself standing in a circle of blood and demonic energies. In front of me stood a man.

As far as people go, he was just, average. Average build, height, face. Not ugly, not attractive. I could have passed him by a dozen times without realizing it. He was currently looking at me with shock and my heart was beating like a drum. There was no way this was happening, right? But no, a price had to be paid. I gulped.

He spoke up first.

"H-Hello?"

"Hi."

We were both nervous, so that was, good? It could have been far, far worse.

"It, it really worked. That demon said it would but, I didn't believe him."

I looked down at the circle again. It was clearly made of blood. I didn't think it was human though, but that was just a guess from the jar I had seen. Chicken blood maybe?

"He told you, to make this circle?"

The man nodded.

"Y-Yes. He told me to do it at this exact time. I, I didn't believe him at first but..."

He shuddered. I did too. Getting a glance of that again was something I never wanted to happen.

I didn't know what to do in this situation, but introducing myself seemed pretty good.

"I'm Bellamy. You can call me Bell."

"Bell? Uh, I'm George."

"Nice to meet you."

We both lulled into silence at that, clearly not knowing how to go from here. George spoke up.

"S-so, you have to do anything I say?"

Oh god oh god, okay, try to keep calm. He's probably perfectly-

"Do a jumping jack."

I blinked and then felt a warm heat against my mind. It was small, but it was slowly growing. That was the warning the demon had spoken of. I gritted my teeth and did a damn jumping jack.

George was staring at me in amazement.

Before I could speak up-

"Stand on one leg."

That same heat from before. I did, quickly, hoping to get a word in edgewise-

"Do a jumping jack."

I already wanted to strangle George as I did a one legged jumping jack as best as I could, nearly falling to the ground.

"That's, amazing."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that."

He shook off his amazement for a second and looked at me.

"Do you have to do that? Like, does magic make you do it?"

"Not exactly. But they'll be consequences if I don't."

It was only after saying that, and wanting to smack myself over the head, that I realized I had clearly said too much. I tried to move past it.

"So, I can cook or clean for you or-"

"Get on your knees."

My mouth was gaping open. I looked at George and he seemed just as shocked that he had said that. The heat was already building in the back of my mind.

"W-We don't have to do that. Come on George."

He just stared at me, waiting on bated breath. The heat was now growing painful, I could literally feel myself running out of time. I looked at the ground. Hot, hot, I'm going to end up in hell. I got on my knees.

I looked up at George and I knew I was pleading now, begging.

"We don't have to do this George, please. I don't want to do this. You aren't a rap-"

"Don't talk."

I tried and my brain was slammed into with a heat that bordered on torture and the screams of the damned. If I talked, I'd be breaking the contract. I'd go directly to hell. I closed my mouth and swallowed.

George was breathing heavy. Staring down at me. He was realizing the exact nature of what he could do and that was causing a chill colder than the deepest winter to course through me and pool in my stomach.

I wasn't into men. I wasn't bi. I hadn't been gay when I was a man. I had no interest in men. And I was about to be raped. Right after turning into a woman, I was going to be raped. I wanted to run away, I wanted to scream, or do something, but I was powerless. This was the price I had to pay. I couldn't talk, but I stared up at George and glared. Fine. Fine, fuck you demon. Fuck you George. It was worth it you fucks.

George pulled down his pants and I could see he had a raging erection already. I knew what he was going to make me do and I already hated it. He walked closer, his dick right in front of me. I had to mentally remind myself not to bite him. He had complete control, he could always make things worse. It was one night, one night, I could survive one night. That made me grit my teeth even harder. That stupid demon's words.