Becoming Her Assistant (Gender Swap Story)

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Becoming Her New Assistant

"Are we nearly there yet?" I moan as I drag my feet behind her. "How is this going to help me pay back my debts again?"

"Stop whining," she snaps. "If you want my help, just keep following me."

I'd got in some hot water with my financial situation in recent weeks. This was my first year at college and no one had ever warned me of the dangers of credit cards. Now I've got creditors calling me twenty-four seven.

I would never admit it, but I'm actually pretty terrified and worried about it.

We enter the cold empty lab and she tells me to go sit in this metallic-looking chair. Cautiously sitting, I watch her franticly check instruments and type into the computer on the desk.

"How is this going to help?" I say as I anxiously wait on the uncomfortable cold chair.

"Just trust me...ok" she sharply replies as she puts on pair of thick black goggles. "Please sit still Alex, don't move!"

I grip the handle of the chair tight, with both my hands, as a flash of bright white light engulfs the room. It leaves me feeling extremely dazed and confused.

"Alex?" I hear Amy cry as she approaches at speed. "How do you feel?"

Other than just being completely blinded, I felt normal. I wasn't sure why she was asking or really what had just happened.

"What the hell did you just do? I ask rubbing my eyes. “Why didn’t you warn me!”

"Well, you're helping me with my experiment right now," she tells me as she starts pokes at my cheeks and jotting things down on a nearby clipboard.

"I thought you were going to help with my debt problem," I complain at her as I bat her poking hand away.

Moving her face in front of me, she gives me a wide smile. "You see this machine," she says pointing. "It's a genetic engineering tool. It's super cool and it's what we are working on down here at the moment."

"Great Amy... just great," I moan, feeling a little annoyed that she hadn't said sorry about almost blinding me. "How does that help me?"

Helping me up and out of the chair, she gives me a grin. "Look, let's get back to your dorm room and I will explain the plan."

I wasn't going to argue with her. Getting out of this cold lab sounded like a good idea. Plus, I'd started feeling a little queasy. Something with my body wasn’t quite right.

It didn't take long to get back to my dorm, but during the walk, my stomach and head had started to ache like mad.

Struggling to open the door to my room, Amy helps me straight to my bed and lays me down.

"I feel awful," I manage to tell her. "Have you done something to me?" I ask her with real concern.

Amy fiddles her fingers nervously. "I'm going to leave you a bag of things here. You will need them tomorrow." She tells me as she places it on the floor.

"Why?" I Stutter, as I struggle to stay awake.

"Your body is going to go through some changes tonight Alex," she says as she stands over me. "Using the machine, I've genetically altered your body. You will and are turning female.

"What!" I cry out as best I could.

I try to sit up, but it's no use. My eyes feel heavy and my body feels utterly drained.

"Don't worry," Amy says reassuringly as he touches my hand. "It’s all part of the plan. Just put the stuff on that’s in the bag and come to my room tomorrow. It will all make sense, I promise.”

Not being able to hold my eyes open, they close tight.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates like crazy on the side table. Scaring me awake, I reach across and swipe left to cancel the alarm.

Looking around the room, I didn't recognize it. It had the look and feel of a boy's room, but I couldn't remember anything from yesterday. Had I met a boy last night, I wonder?

Sitting up in the bed, my long purple-dyed fringe falls in front of my face. I reach for a hairband, to tie my hair back, but I didn't have one on my wrist.

"That's odd," I say to myself. “Why can’t I remember anything?”

That's when I realize I wasn't wearing my usual nightwear. It looked like I was wearing guy's clothes. The sleeves were huge and my feet didn't even pop out the end of the jeans.

I wasn't even wearing a bra!

"Hello….," I cautiously call out, hoping the boy whose room I'm in might be able to explain the events of last night.

No answer.

Rubbing my sore eyes, I try desperately to remember what happened yesterday. However, it was no use, I remembered nothing. Not a darn thing!

A worrying thought then flashes in my mind. Reaching down and into the jeans, I start feeling my pussy. I was extremely worried I'd had drunken unprotected sex!

"Thank god!" I sigh in relief, as I couldn't feel any crusty old cum down there, nor any soreness.

I then rip off the t-shirt and check my unsupported breasts

"Not sore," I comment as I give them both a squeeze. "So I deffo haven't had sex. So what the hell have I been doing?"

Confused and annoyed, I look around the room. To my surprise, a backpack sits in the middle of the floor with a folded paper note attached to it.

I get up out of the bed, tuck my hair behind my ears, and pick up the bag

"Alex, you will need these," I read out what the note has written on the outside.

That name seems familiar, but I don't know anyone called Alex!

Intrigued, I slowly unzip the bag and look inside. Strangely enough, an odd mix of female clothing is stuffed inside.

The first thing I pull out is a pair of black bunny ears.

"O...kay," I mumble as I place them on the bed.

I then pull out a black jacket, a pair of bright red heels, a black corset, and finally a pair of black trousers.

These weren’t my clothes, but at least they look like they’d fit me.

Holding up the black corset to my body, I decide wearing it was more preferable than the boy's clothes I had available to me. Awkwardly removing and discarding the rest of my random male clothing, I sit naked on the bed.

Staring down at my perky tits, which block the view to the rest of my shaved body, I couldn’t help but feel like something was completely wrong.

Gently feeling around my crotch, it felt like a big part of me was missing. It felt empty down there for some reason.

Not being able to shake this desperate feeling, I reach for the note that’s still attached to the bag.

If I read it, maybe my memory from last night will return?

“Alex,” I say as I start reading the note. “I’m sure you worried and have many questions. Don’t worry. Just put these clothes on and head to my dorm room. We will sort your debt problems out, I promise. See you soon, Amy.”

Amy…. is my friend, I remember her. Did I go out with her last night?

“Hmm,” I ponder as I rub my face. “Holy shit! that’s right! I totally remember now! I’m in huge amounts of debt!”

Starting to panic, I start pacing around the room. “Yes… Amy was going to help me,” I start saying to myself.

“Oh, My GOD!”

I freeze on the spot and reach for the note. “Alex,” I say reading the note again. “Fucking hell! I’m a guy! That’s my name.

Looking into the room mirror, I scream. “Shit, I’m a guy, not this girl!”

Shaking anxiously, I pick up the clothes Amy had left for me.

Even though I’d just remember I was male, part of me was still desperate to try them on. I could feel in my mind that I’d always really liked wearing sexy clothes like these.

Memories of me crossdressing in lingerie like it started appearing in my mind. It was such a strange feeling, knowing that now, I could wear clothes like them and it would be acceptable.

I spend the next few minutes, with a huge smile on my face, stuffing my new female body into the extremely tight corset, high heels, jacket, and trousers. Once finished, I pose into the mirror and give a peace sign.

It was awesome seeing how sexy I looked. My body was seriously stunning! I wasn’t as annoyed about it as I thought I would be. I just couldn’t believe I’d forgotten I was a guy!

Awkwardly walking on my heels, I make my way to Amy’s room. It is only a floor down and that was an absolute godsend.

Gently knocking on her door, I ask her if I can come in.

“Who is it?” she answers through the door.

I open my mouth to answer, but I’d already forgotten my male name. I had no idea what it was. For a moment, I’d almost forgotten why I was even at Amy's room.

“Alex is that you?” I hear Amy call out after I fail to say anything.

“Err…yeah,” I respond as the door swing open.

To my surprise, I’m greeted by the sight of Amy wearing the exact same style of clothing and sexy lingerie. Complete with the bunny ears and little bow tie.

“Amy, what's going on?” I ask as she pulls me into the room, causing me to stumble in my heels.

“I’m so glad you here!” she screams excitedly. “Here’s the plan. Us two you are going to do a OnlyFans stream dressed like this! With the amount of attention we will get, it should help with your debt problems!”

“What?” I exclaim. “What debt problems?”

“Alex?” she says to me with a concerned expression. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Alex?” I ask offended, placing a sassy hand on my hip. “My name is Alexis, please don’t call me that.”

“Oh….yeah,” she smiles and winks. “I gotcha, you’re already playing the part!”

“Huh?” I question a little puzzled. “Why do you need me to do for this stream?”

She doesn’t answer, she just gives me a devious grin. “Take your jacket and trousers off and sit on the bed.”

“Ok,” I reply, and as I do, I expose my smooth, slender feminine curves. “Now what?”

Amy hadn't heard my question, she was too busy setting up a camera so that it’s pointed at me.

“Hey, have you experimented sexually since you’ve been here?” She asks.

I look at her blankly. “Amy, I…. really don’t remember.”

She looks at me with an unusual expression. “I should probably note down that you’re having memory issues.”

“Well, what do you want me to do,” I ask her as I untie my hair and allow it to fall around my eyes. “Are we just going to do some lesbian kissing and that in front of the camera?”

Amy starts pulling something from a draw, then she turns to face me with another devious smile. “Nah, I promised my fans that I’d fuck my girlfriend with this strap-on.”

“Oh, ok,” I say nodding and agreeing like this was a completely normal thing.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” She questions, clearly a little taken back. “I thought you’d be dead against being penetrated or at the very least, wanting to wear the strap on yourself.”

“Really?” I retort back. “I’m a girl, Amy. I like cock.”

“Interesting,” she answers as she straps the fake cock to her crotch. “Your memories are all messed up… huh?”

Before she’s given me a moment to answer, she presses the go-live button and starts greeting her audience.

Sitting on the bed, I try to act all sexy and pose my body as promiscuously as I could. After introducing me as her girlfriend, she places her bunny ears on my head and we start making out.

Part of me felt so excited to kiss Amy. I wasn’t expecting such a strong feeling. It causes that same thought, that id had early, of having a body part missing to come flooding back. However, it is instantly forgotten as I feel my pussy getting wet with anticipation.

I was enjoying the feeling of Amy’s sexy body pressed up against me as we kissed, but before I knew it, the kissing was over and Amy had forcibly bent me over her bed.

Holding myself up with my arms, I feel her shift my panties to one side. I let out a massive moan of pleasure as she shoves the strap on deep into my expectant pussy.

It felt amazing to be filled like that!

Was this the first time I’d felt such wonderful feelings like this?

My pussy continued singing to Amy’s rhythm as she fucked me, but the thought still remains in my mind. No, this can’t be the first time I’ve felt like this?

My train of thought was easily interrupted as Amy grabs and roughly pulls my head back by my hair.

“You like that, don’t you Alexis!” she cries out.

“Yes!” I scream as I feel her thrust deep into me once more.

I start wildly shivering, as Amy runs her hands down my back and then slaps my right ass cheek hard. So hard, it was enough to leave it stinging.

Moaning screams fall out of my mouth, as the pain and pleasure make me feel so incredible.

That’s when she leans herself into me. Pushing the cock further into my soaking wet pussy.

“I think you going to like being a girl,” she whispers to me. “My new little assistant will be debt-free in no time. The tips are rolling in.”