Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together

(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Lezzie22...)

“I’ll do it,” you say.

“Hooray!” Rachel exclaims, evidently ecstatic. “I’ll make all the arrangements!”

And that she does. She quits your job for you, throws out all your male clothes, and takes you shopping for a new wardrobe, even a corset for your waist, and books your appointment. As the date draws nearer your nervousness grows, until one day, curling your now-long hair, you ask Rachel if this is the right thing to do.

“Baby girl,” she says as she strokes your hair and your cock. “Of course it is, now you can be my little shemale slut, yeah?’ And with a steady rhythm and continued words of encouragement, she brings you to a glorious orgasm, the first in months that doesn’t involve anal.

When the day arrives, you are taken to a relatively swanky plastic surgeon’s office. There you have to sign a bunch of legal stuff, until you come to the dreaded paper. Signing it, you legally change your gender to female and are taken into surgery.

Fitted with a new C-cup bust, and permanent filler in your ass, you look like the proper woman.

“Oooh Ross,” Rachel says at home, “you going to need a new name aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you reply, adjusting your corset, “I guess…”