It's A Spoof....Okay

Hey, so.... I've been feeling pretty low (And Sick with Covid)
I've been struggling with creative motivation - So to get back into the swing I just wrote something I felt like writing. It appears I wanted to take make fun of myself. I hope you enjoy it.

SPOOF

Mike steps into the room and observes the situation. He’s a little apprehensive as Kate has been pretty moody. He finds her sitting on her bed with her knees against her chest, sobbing into her hands.

Mike rubs his face and lets out a breath. “Kate,” he says, approaching the bed. “Why are you still crying. It’s been like a week already.” Kate says nothing. She just turns slightly away.

“So the jerk cheated on you,” Mike continues to talk, hoping to cheer her up. “It’s his loss, right?”

Kate lifts her face, and Mike can see the tears streaming from her eyes. She gives him a sour look before lowering her face back into her hands.

“Ah, come on!” Mike sighs. “Talk to me already. I haven’t raced across town for you to just ignore me the entire time. I’m here to make you feel better!”

Kate lifts her head once more and her expression is even more sour, somehow. Like she’s just sucked on the lemon.

“How are you going to make me feel better?” Kate asks, wiping the tears from her cheeks with one hand. “You’d never understand what I’m going through.”

Mike looks away awkwardly and bites his bottom lip. “I do understand,” he replies. “I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who doesn’t reciprocate.”

Shifting across the bed to be that little bit closer to Mike, Kate sniffs back and asks, “Oh yeah?” Rubbing the tears from her eyes, she looks up at Mike and sees him blushing. “It’s me, isn’t it?” she asks without a second's hesitation. “Why else who you be here right now if you weren’t desperately trying to get into my pants?”

Stunned, Mike begins to stammer, and he rubs the back of his head with one hand. “I erm…I erm… I erm….” He tries his best to hide his true intentions, but he does indeed want to ‘get into’ her pants.

Giving him a playful smile, Kate begins to lighten up. She giggles at his discomfort. “You don’t have to hide it, Mike,” she chuckles, moving again closer. “I’ve read stories like this one before. Where I’ve said you ‘want to be in my pants,’ it means we are going to swap bodies, and you will literally be in my pants.”

Not expecting such a fourth wall break, Mike looks down at Kate, confused. “You can’t just spell it out like that,” Mike complains. “You're going to remove any of the surprises from the reader!”

Kate scrunches her face into a silly expression. All the sadness in her eyes vanishes in an instant. “Surprise?” she asks, tilting her head. “Our story is written by a TG creator, Mike. I think they know what’s coming.”

Copying her expression, Mike looks down at her lost. “So…,” he moans sarcastically. “Don’t say it like that. How else am I supposed to discover that I’m actually secretly trans without experiencing life as a woman—as you?”

Kate tilts her head even further to one side. Almost like she’s trying to be that girl from the exorcist. “Are…. You…. Trans…..?” she asks with a silly grin.

“Well, yeah,” Mike replies flippantly, looking Kate directly in the eyes as she holds her head at a forty-five-degree angle. “Have you not read of this writer's guff? Every single character—even those who are Cis gendered is secretly trans.”

Mike then looks away for a second before giving Kate his full attention. Staring into her purple eyes, he asks, “So, hurry up already. Explain to me that you are one of those ‘space cats’ and transform our bodies. The longer we wait, the longer it’ll be before our store of character progression begins!”

There’s a moment of silence before Kate’s head snaps back to normal. She brings one hand above her head and is about to click her fingers before she pulls a worried-looking face. “Wait,” she says, looking around the room like she’s lost something. “What’s my motivation. All characters in stories need to have a clear and obvious motivation.”

Mike gives Kate a deadpan stare. “You’re looking for the man that killed your father?”

Kate shakes her head. “Nah, I’ve already found them. We play cheese together on Thursdays.”

Mike gives it a little thought. “You’re trying to find your estranged mother, but you can’t do that in your own body because she’d recognize you—so you think it would be easier to get to know her as me?”

Kate rolls her lips. “Nah. My mother is a bitch. I don’t need to be you to find that out!”

Mike becomes a little impatient. He folds his arms and grits his teeth as he’s forced to come up with another reason why she’s going to inherit his dong while he’s going to inherit her lady's lips.

“Kate,” Mike complains, becomes frustrated at her. “Just give me your body already. It’s eight hundred words in, and I’m sure the reader by now wants me squeezing my new tits and touching my new vagina lips!”

“Motivation,” Kate answers, squeezing her own large and comically sized tits.

Mike rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. “Fine. How about this,” he says slowly, thinking up something on the spot. “Remember that episode of Friends where Ross has his sandwich eaten?”

Confused but remembering, Kate nods. “Why are you bringing that up?”

“So the reader knows the pop culture reference the writer is about to make.”

“Ah. So, someone has eaten my ‘moist maker’ sandwich?

“Yes,” Mike grins. “And you need my body to find out who the fridge thief is! How about that for motivation!? Worth going from a Bird to a Nerd—huh?”

“Bird to Nerd?” Kate questions. “Y’know, most people won’t understand that very British word for a woman, right?”

“Stop stalling!” Mike grumbles! “I want into your pants already!”

Leaving Mike fuming, Kate gets up and off the bed to stand in front of him. She stands her her full-length mirror for a moment before looking back at him.

“The writer always finds the transformation scene hard to write, Mike,” Kate explains. “They’ve gotta look out of their office window several times deep in thought about how our transformation is going to go down before actually writing anything. It’s a painful process.”

Mike furrows his brow. “What?” he asks bemused. “But they write stuff like this all the time. Surely it’s easy?” Mike then touches his chest. “First I go, ‘Ahhhh, I’ve got boobs!’ Then,” Mike brings his hands down to his crotch. “Then I scream out in pain that I’ve lost my sausage.” Mike then salters over to Kate and stands beside her in front of the mirror. “Then we both look at our faces and poke and prod them. Then, we maybe comment on how different our voices sound.”

Kate smiles as Mike acts out, transforming into her.

“Then maybe I sneak a peak at my new rack before you look into your pants at your new sausage.” Mike grins from ear to ear. “Easy, right?”

“Well….,” Kate replies with a cheeky smile. “What if this is really an NSFW story? Did you consider that when I’m you, I’m instantly going to become a sex pest and bend you over? I’ll laugh out loud as you experience getting ‘dicked’ for the first time.”

“Ah yes,” Mike spreads his legs as he leans over her bed. “It’ll add tension to the story. The twist is that you made me pregnant, and now we can no longer swap back!”

Laughing, Kate stands directly behind Mike and begins to dry hump him as she grabs on tight to his hips. “You’re such a little bitch already,” she chuckles. “But I thought the ‘twist’ was going to be that you are secretly trans. The pregnancy is just a plot maguffin for us to remain in each other's bodies.”

Looking back over his shoulder as Kate pounds his arse hard with her pussy, Mike replies. “You’ve been reading too much of this genre.”

Instantly, Kate stops and just presses herself up agasint him. “It’s not me!” she pleas innocently. “It’s GenderPlay Books. They write too much of this stuff.”

“Good point,” Mike agrees. “Do you think that says something about them?”

“Probably.”

“Should they be worried?”

“Nah,” Kate begins to dry hump him again. “Who cares. If it makes them happy, then why not?”

“Fair play,” Mike agrees, having to steady himself on the bed as Kate’s dry humping gets harder and faster. He gets a little annoyed as she starts to mumble that he’s a little bitch. “Kate,” he complains. “If we’d swapped bodies already, you’d be plowing me for real.”

“I don’t want to fuck myself,” Kate laughs as she thrusts harder and harder. Panting as she speaks, she continues. “Don’t you think that’s a little strange? Think about it. Even if we did swap bodies, I’d still be me.”

Gripping the bed tight, Mike feels himself becoming excited as Kate continues to ram him hard from behind. “R-right…?” he answers with a little moan.

“Well, it would be like me falling in love with my twin sister—wouldn’t it?”

“Kate!” Mike moans out, arching his back like a subby little femboy. “Stop thinking too much about it. You’re pushing this spoof story too far.”

“Fine,” Kate lets go of Mike’s sides and pushes flat to his face on the bed. “Ruin the fun, dude,” she grumbles. Kate then lifts her hand and is about to click her fingers to enact the change. Before she does, she starts giggling once again.

Mike turns on the bed to see her. “Why are you giggling now?”

“Don’t you think it’s really funny that the ‘girl’ always seems to have the powers or instigates the transformations in these stories?”

“What?” Mike asks, turning and sitting up in the bed. “Nah, not at all,” he answers, waving away the suggestion that we all just wanted to be dominated by a strong woman. “Everyone knows that Cis Woman have a stronger connection to mysterious powers. Why else who women be stereotyped that they enjoy reading horoscopes and having obsessions with shiny rocks that have mysterious powers?”

Kate gives Mike a stern glance. “Who’s taking the piss now,” she asks. “I’ll have you know that eating just a single Amethyst rock per day keeps the doctor away.”

“Isn’t that what they say about masturbation?”

“Yes,” Kate nods. “Especially when you masturbate with Amethyst rocks in both hands.”

Mike’s eyes burst open with worry. “Wait,” he shivers, imagining Kate crushing his peen between two rocks as she tries to masturbate in his body for the first time. “You’re joking, right?”

“Maybe?”

“Kate!?”

Kate gives a disapproving look before looking away. “What I do with my peen is up to me,” she states. “If I wanna make love to rocks—that’s what I’m going to do!” Kate’s face then lights up, like she’s remembered something Mike will want to know. She points at her draw. “That reminds me. When you get horney later, my dildos are in that draw. I recommend sucking it first to really get you in the mood downstairs.”

“Good advice,” Mike nods, looking at the draw for future reference. “I do that at home already.”

“What?”

Mike looks back. “W-What?”

“You do what already?”

“Nothing,” Mike smiles. “Just know the lube in my bedroom is hidden under the bed. You. Are. Welcome.” Mike then taps on his trouser pocket and the phone that is stuffed into his pants. “Grindr is already logged in.”

“What?” Kate repeats with a dumb expression

“Erm…,” Mike replies, turning his head to a forty-five-degree angle. “Where is this story going, Kate? It’s already nearly two thousand words, and I can tell GenderPlay needs a break. They’ve got ADD, y’know. They will start to get all fidgety and stuff if the story is tailing off.

“Ah, shit,” Kate grumbles, lowering the hand she had raised above her head this entire time. “That means are aren’t going to get updates for like months, Mike. Did you see how long it took Gender to update that Pokemon story?”

“I did,” Mike replies with a wry smile. “Doesn’t like being told what to do, does he.”

“She,” Kate corrects.

“So, shall we just end it here and hope that the reader has actually got this far?”

“I guess,” Kate looks towards the reader. “You,” she says directly to them. “If you enjoyed this, maybe let GenderPlay know, yeah? They don’t see the likes, only the comments.”

Kate waits for the reader to reply, but she’s just a character in a story, and she can’t hear their reply through a screen.

“What a doofus,” Kate giggles. “Maybe just leave the comment ‘moist maker.’ That way GenderPlay will know you got this far.”

“Seems fair,” Mike nods, also looking at the viewer, before getting up off the bed to present his bedside to Kate. “Hey, we need an ending. Why don’t you dry hump me again, Kate?”

Kate looks at Mike’s ass, and it appears bigger. Almost like the transformation has started. She looks down at herself, and he breasts have shrunk.

“Sure,” she grins, grabbing hold of his widening hips. “But just know—if I grow a pp while we are doing this, I want to splaff on your face.”

“That’s fine,” Mike agrees, pressing his ass into Kate. “Like mother like daughter.” “

“What?”

“Nothing…..”