The Girl in His Reflection

CW: gender swap; transformation; bisexual

'She's so fucking hot,' Jules muttered to his flatmate, Ben. They'd come out for the first time in a month - the day after payday. Both of them were students, but their part-time jobs working from home doing marketing for local businesses brought them a little extra cash in - and tonight, they planned to spend it all.

Ben gave him a nudge. 'She's looking at you, dude. Go say hi. Buy her a drink or something.'

Jules watched her, amidst the shifting crowd of the bar. Not a gay bar, but a gay-friendly, there was a healthy mix of people mingling and meeting, sharing looks of lust and enjoyment, as well as people just here to get drunk and let loose. She was, easily, the most attractive girl in this place.

Her hair was long, jet-black and contrasting her pale skin. He'd always had a thing for goth girls, but she wasn't dressed in goth get-up at all. In fact, she was wearing almost formal wear - black trousers and a shirt that was unbuttoned enough to show off what was a delicious, generous bust, though around her neck she wore a thin black choker that looked, in the din of the club's flashing lights, like it was glimmering in the dark.

She was dancing wantonly, and her attitude of who gives a fuck was what drew his eye to her most.

Then, there was the fact that her face just... caught his eye. Sharp eyes, a smirking mouth, cutting cheekbones - she was pushing every button he had.

Ben shoved him forwards, and Jules stumbled towards her with a smile and a hope.

#

Jules was panting, thrusting in deep, heavy movements as he fucked his mystery woman from the club. Beneath him, face-down in the bedding, was the girl who gave him the name Sam - moaning like a wild animal as she took his pounding, legs spread a little, hair a mess in Jules' fist, begging for more.

'Fuck meee,' she moaned into his bedding, fingers gripping his sheets s he pounded into her. As he went, her legs slid downwards and together, doing from doggy-style to prone, and Jules didn't miss a beat; he folded down on top of her, his chest pressing into her back as he kept thrusting into her.

She felt incredible. Her pussy was wet, and tight without cramping him, and the soft of her butt was like a warm cushion for him to pummel each time he slammed down into her; his cock delved deep, pushing a moan from her each time. Besides her pussy feeling golden, however, she was also just the perfect fuck. She was small enough for him to encompass, but there was enough muscle there for him to know he wouldn't hurt her by going a bit rough - including spanking her cheeks when they were upright, or in grabbing her wrists and pulling them behind her back.

'Yes - yes - fuuUCK! You feel so fucking big,' she whimpered, as he held her wrists in one hand, his other hand leaving her hair to hold her face, a finger dipping into her mouth as his face rested next to hers. 'Fuuuu...' she mumbled around his fingers before sucking on them, cum-drunk and close to orgasming on his length - something Jules had never experienced before.

'Cabb I cumb?' she whimpered around his fingers, her words sloppy and unclear. 'Daddyyyy... cabb I cummb on dorr cock?'

'Cum for me,' Jules panted in her ear. 'Cum for me while I cum inside you.'

He'd never done this before - had unprotected sex with some random woman he'd never met before - but it had been too good to pass up. When they'd gotten to his bedroom, he'd made a move for the condoms, but she'd swatted them aside and asked him to let her suck his cock. She'd slobbered and edged him while he was flat on his back, and before he knew it she'd climbed onto him, lowering her wet, tight sex over him.

He'd whimpered, and not really argued. That was almost an hour ago now, and by this point even the alcohol-imbued stamina was starting to wear thin.

Jules' hand slipped from her mouth, and he gripped her mess of smooth black hair as instinct took over. As his hand pushed her hair out of the way, some part of his mind clocked the choker around her neck, black and sparkling, and saw the black gems that lined it glinting in the darkness.

He pounded her again, and again, and again - and then SLAMMED himself home.

'FUCKK! Yesss - baby, fill me up, fucking breed me!' Sam screamed, muffled by his bedding as he unloaded into her.

Jules came, and Sam came around him, and for a moment the two of them were just... enjoying the glow. Heavy panting, soft squelching sounds, and the satisfaction of an orgasm coursing through each of their bodies.

He lifted himself up, his cock slipping out of her with a soft slmpp, and sat up on his knees. For a second, he just looked at her, hardly able to believe his luck - he'd never been one to pick up a girl like Sam, take her home and fuck her, he was always the nerdy friend of his group. Quiet and slight, with glasses (or, tonight, contacts) and below-average height, his confidence wasn't something that usually led to nights like this.

And Sam was... so beautiful. Especially from this perspective - her butt a fucked-pink cushion with her wet slit leaking his cum, and the soft sides of her tits just visible beneath her chest as she lay in his bedding. Her face was flushed and her lipstick was a bit smeared, her hair a mess.

It was glorious. He was, in all honesty, rather proud of himself.

Jules flopped onto his side, Sam's body fitting nicely against his, and, in the mess of bedding and thick air, they let sleep take them warmly.

#

Jules woke to the sound of a door shutting a little harder than it was meant to. It wasn't his bedroom door - that was closed properly. But the front door to their flat was right next to his bedroom door, and he knew the sound of someone leaving when he heard it.

True enough, as his brain began to kick into gear, he found the space where Sam had been empty. So, he got up, pulled on some jogging bottoms without bothering with a top or underwear, and wandered out into the flat with a bleary-eyed expression.

'Morning,' Ben called across the room. The front door to the flat, left of Jules' bedroom door, was indeed shut. Across the living space in the middle was the kitchenette, where Ben was already up with a glass of coffee, wearing his dressing gown and looking like he had his life together. If it wasn't for the vicious bags under his eyes, Jules might have bought it. 'So. Do we need to have a conversation, or what?'

Jules frowned, guessing he meant something about Sam. 'I need coffee first, man. I'm dying.'

Ben got some brewing as Jules sat at the counter, head throbbing. It was an unusually quiet greeting on Ben's part - typically he would be friendly, excited, even hung over and especially after apparently being in the room for Sam's exit, meaning he was clued-up on what he and Sam had been up to during the night. If he hadn't been kept up by her moans, of course.

That memory shot a trickle of excitement through him, but Jules swallowed that quickly. He didn't fancy getting hard in the kitchen while his flatmate made coffee.

'Dude - I just wanna say, you don't have to tell me anything. Frankly, it's on me for not, like, noticing earlier.'

For a second, Jules thought Ben was speaking into his phone or something, because of how left-field it was. But, when his flatmate turned to hand him a nice black coffee with sweetener, he had an expectant look on his face.

'What?' Jules asked, hoping it didn't come across rude. 'Sorry - my head is pounding.'

'Yeah, not like the pounding you took last night, huh?' Ben jabbed, his seriousness cracking into a joke Jules could tell was supposed to be at his expense. Wait - why did Ben say he took the pounding? Did he think Jules was into Pegging or something?

Ben clearly saw the look on Jules' face, and swallowed his joke. 'Sorry. I'm just trying to break the tension, man. Why didn't you tell me?'

'Tell you what?' Jules asked, honestly a little annoyed at how Ben was dancing around whatever he wanted to talk about.

Ben sighed, and took a gulp of his coffee, finishing it off with a slightly annoyed sigh.

'That you like dudes! And, like, I'm sorry - not trying to make a big thing of it, I get it, you don't need to tell me anything you don't want to. I just thought we were boys, and to see a guy leave your room on a morning is-'

'Wait,' Jules said, hand up, stopping him. Whatever joke Ben was making wasn't landing. 'Are you kidding? What are you talking about?'

Ben just stared at him.

'Julian - a man left your room about five minutes ago, gave me a nod, and walked out. You two were fucking - loudly - all night-'

'Woah woah, wait a second-' Jules tried to say, his brain hurting. 'No, that was Sam.'

'And I'm sure he's lovely, but I don't get why you're trying to hide it now, dude. The man's out of the bag.'

'Sam was a woman. The hot one! From the club!'

Ben looked at him, a mixture of confusion and pity on his face. 'Jules, that place was very gay friendly. How much did you drink last night?'

'I didn't pick up a guy,' Jules said, getting annoyed now.

They stared at each other for a moment, before they both got the same idea at the same time.

'Doorbell.'

Ben's phone would show the truth - undeniable, unaffected by however much drink Jules had downed the night before, unfogged by hangover this morning. He pulled up the app, which was connected to the smart doorbell they'd installed on their flat door. It was a camera, basically, that would register whenever there was significant movement outside the door - Ben was a bit of a tech nut and insisted upon it when they'd moved in.

'This morning,' he said, clicking on the most recent 'activity'. A video appeared of their corridor, as someone left their flat. Dressed in the black trousers and white shirt that Jules remembered, someone left and turned left. They could only see the person's back, and for a second it looked like it would be inconclusive, until they seemed to remember which direction they needed to go, and turned.

There, Jules got a very clear look at the guy - and it was a guy - who had just left their flat.

He was handsome enough - but with some significant-enough facial hair that Jules felt a strange uncertainty run through him.

'No,' he said - less because of the fact it was a guy and more because the shirt looked too tight, and he looked too tall, and a million other things. 'That's not the person who left my room.'

'I can tell you it is,' Ben said. 'I watched him. It's alright, man! No need to be upset or anything.'

'I'm not!' Jules shouted. Then, he caught himself getting loud, and took a breath. 'Dude - I know I'm at least curious. About guys. I'm fine to say that, out loud, for the first time. Whatever. But I'm telling you - I didn't pick up a guy last night, and it definitely wasn't that guy.'

Ben looked at him. 'I'm not gonna lie, dude, that sounds like denial.'

'Show me us coming in,' Jules said, and Ben nodded, agreeing it was a good enough idea. He went back to the activity notifications, skipped past the one of him coming in, later and alone, and saw Jules coming in in the wee hours of the morning. He opened it up, and pressed play.

There was Jules - stumbling and laughing, the sound muffled and tinny. And there, next to him, hanging onto him with a slender arm, was Sam.

Sam - female, in the same shirt and trousers. Her hair was longer, her chest noticeably more shapely, as were her hips, and the facial hair was clearly missing.

'That's her!' Jules shouted, pointing at the phone. 'Dude - that's the girl.'

'Shit,' Ben said, stumped. He scrolled through the activity log, picking his phone up.

'I told you, dude. I knew I wasn't crazy - or that drunk. So - who the fuck was that guy?!'

'I have no idea,' Ben said, brow lowered. 'And - second question - where did Sam go? And why was the dude wearing her clothes?'

'Not all of them,' Jules said, almost automatically. Ben looked up at him, a question on his face. 'He didn't have her choker on.'

Ben scrolled through his phone for a second, and Jules heard the audio again. 'Huh. Well. Still. What the fuck.'

Jules and Ben stared at each other for a moment, before Jules took a sip of the coffee.

'I genuinely don't know what to make of that,' Jules said. 'Did... did she put on, like, fake facial-hair or something? Like make-up?'

'And also grow about a foot taller,' Ben said, looking at his phone. 'And also lose her tits.'

'Binders are a thing,' Jules said with a nod. When he saw Ben's face, he threw his hands up. 'What? I don't know - I'm just trying to make sense of how I brought a girl home, and a guy left in the morning.'

Ben put his phone away, and the room fell a little quiet, neither of them sure about what to think. After a minute, Jules frowned, and put his coffee down, before heading quickly back into his room.

'Jules?' Ben called out after him, rounding the kitchenette island to see what he was up to. What he saw was Jules, rifling through all of the discarded clothing from the night before - including, notably, a black pair of lacy underwear.

Jules held them up, triumphant. 'Those belong to a girl.'

'Not conclusive,' Ben said, shaking his head. 'I've seen porn, man. Dudes will wear anything.'

Jules rooted round a little more, before finding the thing he was actually looking for. 'There you are.'

He held up the black choker, the little buckle popped open, to Ben. Those black gems that lined the material glimmered between his fingers, and it was cold to the touch.

'Yeah,' Ben said, unimpressed. 'I still don't think that explains what happened, man.'

Jules looked at the choker, as though it held some sort of secret, or like it could help explain something. In his mind, he just kept picturing Sam - the way her pussy, and he was sure it was her pussy - had felt as she came on him. Hell, he remembered eating her out, and that was definitely not the other hole. It didn't make sense.

And the choker was all he had of her. Like a slutty Cinderella's alternative to a glass slipper.

'I'm gonna go see if there's anything wrong with the app - like, if we're missing a recording or something,' Ben said, turning away. To Jules, it almost felt as if he'd lost interest, unable to see a logical explanation and happy to settle for Jules being accidentally a lot more bisexual than he'd realised, and for the camera to be a bit broken.

Jules held the choker up, seeing himself in the mirror. He clicked on a light and held the black band up to the glass, trying to get a good look at it.

The way it shined...

The thought struck him that, even in his hazy memory of his night with Sam - or whatever she was called - he hadn't noticed the buckle. It was small and made of black metal, and looked to clip into place easily.

Against the pale of his chest - still topless - the band looked pitch-black. Like videos he'd seen of the black material that didn't reflect any light. It was like an optical illusion. He held it up, and before he knew what he was doing, he followed the compulsion.

He pressed it against his neck, and felt immediately, with some surprise, that it was the perfect length to clip around his neck.

So, thoughtlessly and mostly focusing on how dark it looked against his skin, he clicked it into place.

'Hey, Jules?' Ben asked, coming to the doorway, just in time to witness it.

Ben watched how, in a moment shorter than a second, his best friend changed. In the span of time shorter than a blink, Jules wasn't there anymore.

Where once there stood a fairly handsome six-foot-something guy, with short hair, half-hearted abs and skinny-but-lean arms, there was now... a girl.

A woman. She was half a foot shorter, with long hair flowing down over her shoulder and halfway down her back, Jules' glasses perched on her nose. Her face was reminiscent of Jules', but the first thing Ben's eyes landed on was her chest - because, just like Jules, she was topless.

'Oh,' Ben said, stupidly.

'What?' Jules asked, looking at him. But his - her? - voice came out the wrong pitch, and Jules noticed. He looked in that mirror again, and froze.

'Oh.'

It was strange. Really strange. Nothing felt different, and yet when he moved, Jules felt the unfamiliar weight distribution of his body, and it caused him to stumble. His chest was heavy, and his legs felt just a hair less sturdy. 'What the fuck,' he mumbled, before a wave of fatigue wafted over him, and his knees buckled.

His vision blurred, and he saw the biology, unclear version of Ben lunge towards him. He was out before his face hit the carpet.

#

When Jules came to consciousness, bleary-eyed and confused, he was lying down. His head was heavy, but as his eyes opened he realised he was looking up at the ceiling of the living room.

'Guh,' he said, attempting a word that was lost immediately. He lifted his head, looking down at himself, and was greeted by a view he'd never expected. On his chest, beneath the soft fabric of a plain white t-shirt, there were two large, soft lumps.

His hands came up and, tentatively, felt them. They were soft, and slightly heavy. Warm. He lifted his shirt's collar up to get a look and - yep.

'I have boobs,' he said, to himself.

'Yes, you do,' Ben said, making Jules jump.

'Fuck - man, I didn't know you were there. What happened?'

'Short version?' Ben said. Jules looked over, and saw his friend on the chair opposite, an oddly pensive look on his face. 'You put on a gender-swapping choker, dude.'

Jules let out a laugh. 'What? Fuck off, man.'

But Ben wasn't laughing. He shrugged a little, and rubbed his eyes. 'You come home with a girl, wearing the choker. She takes it off, leaves as a guy. You - a man - put it on, and... change. You're a girl, dude.'

Jules sat up. He was wearing the same jogging bottoms, but remembered vaguely that he hadn't been wearing a top when he passed out.

'Did you put a top on me? Why?'

Ben shrugged again. 'I don't know, man! Your tits were out, and it felt weird! I just pulled it over you after I got you somewhere soft so you didn't smack your head on anything and brain yourself.'

Jules grabbed his chest again. 'I have boobs.'

Ben nodded. 'Yup. Nice ones, if that helps.'

'Oh? Had a nice look, did you?'

Ben nodded. 'Couldn't help it. You collapsed, I caught you. Felt them a little.'

'You felt them?!' Jules gasped, taking the piss. He grabbed them again, and looked down at them in his hands. 'I mean - I haven't even seen them yet. What the fuck dude - how does this happen?'

Ben shrugged. 'Magic choker.'

Jules didn't know if it was a joke or not, but it didn't feel like one. In fact, as Jules' hand went to the choker around his neck, it started to feel awfully serious.

'This can't be happening to me, dude.'

'There's no buckle, either,' Ben said. 'I checked that - tried to get it off. Whatever that thing is, it's not coming off easy.'

'Fuck off,' Jules said, sitting up a little straighter. His hand went to his neck, and he could feel the leathery material, flush to his neck without any room underneath. He noticed, with a slight uneasiness, that his neck felt a little more slender - thinner than he was used to. It wasn't something he'd often thought about, but it was hard to ignore, now.