MSMT: Vol.2 Ch.20: Sam’s First Morning as a Woman.

Author's Notes:

So, back in the day, when I had 12 Chapters done, I had the urge to focus on the side character of Sam after he was turned into a woman and focused on the next day as he/she tried to deal with becoming a woman and getting a text from his friend on the identity of Lucas. So, Sam gets ready to go out to find him and demand that he turn Sam back into a man, but she has a few hiccups on the way to the massage parlor.

This isn't the true first chapter of Vol. 2, because I need to write the morning scenes when Amy loses her job, apartment, and savings in a series of unfortunate events that make her have to live with Lucas and become the receptionist at the massage parlor. At the same time, Hana receives a promotion and must begin her new managerial role at the delivery company where she works.

Synopsis:

Sam wakes up the morning after getting turned into a woman. She struggles with coming to terms with the fact that she loves her new body and tries to think of a way to turn back into a guy.

Chapter 20:

It was 10 o'clock in the morning at Sam's apartment, and the soft light filtered through the curtains, casting gentle patterns across the room. A beautiful woman lay sprawled across Sam's bed, her tousled hair framing a serene face. Normally, this sight would bring Sam joy, but today was different. To his shock, the woman on the bed was Sam himself, transformed and disoriented. 

As he processed this surreal situation, Sam felt a wave of soreness wash over his feminine body. Confusion washed over him as he noticed the distinct sensation of arousal coursing through him, a dampness evident between his legs. 

"Ugh," he groaned, struggling to piece together the remnants of yesterday’s events that lingered on the edges of his consciousness.

"W-What was that dream? Why was I fucking another man? W-Why did I like it?"

Sam looked down, and his pussy was throbbing. And the front of his pants was soaked. The foreign sensation was still fresh in his mind, and yet a part of him yearned to experience it again. He was torn between his desire and his confusion. He had no idea how to process the fact that his mind and body had switched genders. He didn't even know where to begin.

"Oh, my...head hurts," Sam thought. "How much did I drink last night?"

As he tried to recollect the events from the night before, a memory began to resurface. The sound of Lucas's voice echoed in his head, the words still unclear. Then, the memories started to flood back, and with it, the realization of what had transpired from trying to steal that Asain hottie away from Lucas, to starting a fist fight with the kid, only for that kid to use some weird martial arts techniques on Sam, which slowly turned into something more sensual.

Sam's head began to spin, the memories from the night before leaving him disoriented and confused. "Why do I feel so weird?" he wondered.

He couldn't help but feel like there was something off about his body. It felt different, foreign, and unfamiliar, almost as if he was no longer himself. A strange, sinking sensation washed over him, making him feel uneasy and uncertain. And yet, his feminine loins were still wet and buzzing with energy, ready to be taken.

He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind, but the memories persisted. He remembered the way Lucas had touched him, the way the boy had moved, and the way his own body had responded. Sam's face flushed with embarrassment as he recalled each pressure point Lucas hit, made him weak in the knees, and his mind foggy. Worst of all, Sam fantasized about having Lucas's babies while masturbating to the boy in his sleep.

Sam couldn't help it. His feminine fingers slid inside his newly formed pussy, and images of the blonde-haired college boy filled his thoughts. It was like his female body had a mind of its own, and he was helpless to stop it. The arousal grew, and Sam's pussy throbbed with need. He wanted to be filled, fucked, and taken.

His body was out of control, and he was powerless to resist as he felt the true power of a female orgasm for the first time. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and it left him gasping for breath. The sensations were overwhelming, and his body trembled with pleasure. His mind was racing with the memories of Lucas's touch, the way the boy had moved, and the way his own body had responded. As Sam climaxed, he couldn't help but imagine Lucas taking him, and he cried out the boy's name, his body shaking with pleasure.

"God dammit! I-I can't believe I was begging him for his children." The words echoed in his mind, filled with a mix of disbelief and anger. “H-He's going to pay for this. He turned me into a fucking chick, and now I can't control my urges.”

Anger and lust roiled within him, intertwining in a way that confused and consumed him. He felt a deep-seated hatred toward himself and his new form. Yet, in that moment, he managed to hold back the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

However, when Sam attempted to stand, he discovered that his legs felt feeble beneath him. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, and his breasts jiggled from the impact.

“Ugh, why can’t I stand?” he muttered in frustration, his voice sounding different in his ears. He had never experienced anything like this before and was unsure of what was causing the weakness in his legs.

It was the first moment since the transformation that he truly tried to move, and he could feel the unfamiliarity of his new female body, every muscle and joint feeling foreign.

With a sense of trepidation, Sam glanced down at his feet and attempted to wiggle his toes. This was the first time he had fully taken in his altered form. His legs appeared smooth and slender, a stark contrast to what he remembered. Peering down, he noticed that the pants he wore were far too large for his new frame, draping loosely over his limbs. Hesitantly, he reached down, grasping the hem of his pants and lifting them slightly to get a better look.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, genuinely startled by what he saw. His dainty toes peeked out, perfectly shaped and soft, undeniably eye-catching. A rush of mixed emotions surged through him as he took in the sight of his altered feet. Uncertainty blended with a strange sense of allure, and he felt a flutter in his chest. As he lowered his pant leg back into place, he caught a glimpse of his beautifully silky legs, smooth and captivating. His heart raced, an unexpected thrill coursing through him, while he felt an undeniable twitch of arousal from between his thighs, leaving him questioning how he should truly feel about his new body.

"Oh, fuck. I-I never seen a pussy from this angle... I-I mustn't touch it," he whimpered, his voice quivering. "It will only make it worse. And, yet... It's just so..." His words trailed off as he struggled to resist the urge, his body betraying his intentions.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from his own body, and a strange and forbidden desire began to bubble up within him. It was as if he was drawn to his newly transformed form, unable to resist the temptation as his delicate hand drifted closer and closer. "Oh, god," he whispered, his breath catching in his throat. "I-I need to make sure that this is real. Yeah... I need to make sure this isn't a dream."

His heart pounded in his chest as he watched his fingers move towards his pussy. His hand gently brushed against the delicate folds of his vagina, and a wave of pleasure rippled through his body. "Oh, shit," he groaned, his voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and confusion. That was when he felt the pea-sized bead on top of his labia. It was swollen and sensitive to the touch, sending sparks of electricity through his body.

It was in that moment he detected the pea-sized bead at the apex of his labia. It was swollen, pulsing softly, and highly sensitive to even the lightest touch. Each caress sent electric sparks zipping through him, igniting a fire of desire that he hadn’t quite expected. "Oh, gawd. Why does it feel so good?" 

In a haze of forbidden delight, he pressed his hand against his clit, not fully aware of his actions but unable to draw back. The pleasure intensified, each movement drawing out soft, breathy moans that echoed in the quiet space around him. "Oooh. Fuck." He lost himself in the sensations, his body trembling in response to the stimulation.

A blush crept across Sam's face, and he felt the heat rising in his cheeks as his thoughts spiraled. “No. I’m not supposed to like this. But it feels so good.” His eyes began to glaze over, unfocused and clouded with pleasure.

Sam would have indulged himself if his stubborn male pride hadn't come roaring in to put a stop to it. “N-No. I'm not a woman, and I shouldn't be enjoying this!" Sam's voice was thick with desperation, his resolve wavering. He struggled against the waves of pleasure, fighting to maintain control of his body and desires.

The struggle raged on within him, but his hand remained firmly planted between his thighs, aching to explore every curve and crevice.

"UGH! I SAID FUCKING STOP!" He used all of his will to stop, and he took his hand away from his clit. And his new body was shivering in disappointment. "No, I won't do this. I-I'm not gay. I won't become some sissy soyboy." He was panting, his body was heating up, and sweat began to drip down his forehead. "I-I just need to calm down and take a cold shower."

He was taking deep breaths and trying to relax. He needed to cool down his body, and the only thought was to take a cold shower.

"I'll take a quick shower. That will make me feel better."

Sam tried to stand up again, and his knees were weak. But he managed to make it to the bathroom. His legs were shaking, and he was leaning against the wall.

'Damn. Walking is difficult, but it's not impossible. I should be fine after I eat some food.'

Sam had confidence, but his new body had other ideas.

He took off his pants and then his boxer briefs. He couldn't see the front of his body yet. But when his pants slid down his thighs and the wet boxer briefs were next, he gasped.

"Fuck. My pussy is so fucking wet."

His crotch was covered in his pussy juices, and the smell was sweet.

Sam's face blushed, and his mind was reeling. He needed to jump in the shower and wash off his feminine aroma.

He took off his shirt and tossed it aside. He was standing naked in his bathroom. He was looking at his reflection, and it was the first time since his transformation that he was able to see his new body. And that's when he realized how beautiful he was.

"Oh, fuck."

Sam wasn't paying attention to his body because his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of revenge, but now he saw how sexy he was.

He had a thin waist, smooth and silky legs, a beautiful butt, and the curves in his back were making him look feminine. And the most notable was his big, perky D-cup breasts. His eyes were big, and they were filled with innocence. His lips were thick, and his sandy blonde hair was short, but it was cute.

"I-I'm fucking beautiful."

Sam couldn't help but stare as he was struggling with his true identity. But the evidence was right in front of him.

He didn't know what to think.

"Fuck. I'm still a guy. I-I was turned into a chick... I can be a guy again. Yeah, Mark can get me the information that I need. I'll have a little chat with that kid who caused all of this. Then, I can get my life back."

Sam had confidence, but a small part of him was starting to like his new body. And his mind was telling him that it was okay. This caused him to shake his head.

"No. It's not okay. I can't be a girl. I-I can't like a cock."

He didn't realize that he was playing with his tits, and his pussy was leaking.

"Ah!"

Sam snapped out of his daze, and his face was burning with shame.

"F-Fuck. No. Stop this. I'm a guy. A guy!"

Sam turned around, and his butt jiggled as he hurried into the shower. He didn't want to look at his body any longer. And his heart was pounding.

"Calm down. Just calm down. I'll have a nice cold shower, and it'll make me feel better. Yeah. Cold water is just what I need."

Sam didn't realize that his body had other ideas. When the cold water hit his skin, he shivered.

"Ah!"

Sam yelped, and his pussy leaked.

"F-Fuck. What's going on?"

Sam had no idea that his body had changed, and his new body had different preferences.

"No. It's the cold. Y-Yeah. That's all."

He had no idea that he was becoming hornier.

"Ah!"

The water was cold, but his nipples were hard. And his hand drifted to his crotch.

"Mmm. Oh, fuck."

He moaned as his clit was swollen. And the cold water was causing it to react.

"Fuck. T-This usually kills my boner! W-What the fuck!? Aunh!"

Sam couldn't stop his fingers, and his other hand was rubbing his breasts.

"Yes. Oh, gawd. This feels so good."

The rational part of his brain was in the back of his mind, and his new body was taking control.

"Ah. Yes. Please."

He didn't even know what he was begging for.

"I want it. Oh, gawd. I want it."

His body was on fire, and his fingers were rubbing his clit. Soon, the image of Lucas popped into his mind, and his eyes rolled back.

"Yes. Master, please. I need you."

Sam didn't even know why he was calling him master, but his mind and body were consumed with desire.

"Master, please. Fuck me. Please."

He was begging for him in his mind as the thought of taking Lucas's huge cock was too much.

"Yes. Fuck me. Make me a mommy. Give me your baby. Please."

In his fantasy, Lucas was fucking him like a woman, and his mind and body were craving it.

"Master. Yes. Fuck me. Give me a baby."

Sam's pussy was dripping, and his body was getting ready to orgasm. The cold water was only making his pussy juices flow, and his fingers were drenched.

"Please. Make me a mommy. Aunh! Fuck. Aunh!"

The climax was approaching, and his body was shivering. It was driving him crazy. He was used to reaching his climax in a matter of seconds when he was a guy. But his woman's body was dragging his orgasm out.

"Master. Please. Aaahhh!"

The sensation was getting intense, and he couldn't handle the pressure as he leaned against the tiled wall. Rubbing his pussy, and begging for him.

"Yes. Oh, gawd. Master. Make me cum. Yes. Aaaahhh!"

And the tension inside his body was reaching its peak.

"Yes. Yes. Aaahhh!"

Suddenly, his toes curled, and his legs were shaking.

"AAAHHH! FUCK ME! MASTER, YES!"

He screamed as the orgasm tore through his body, and the cold water was causing his mind to go blank.

"Yes. Aaahhh. Yes."

Sam couldn't stop his body, and he was loving every second of his woman's orgasm that washed over him.

"Oh, fuck. Yes."

The orgasm was stronger than his male climax, and it took longer to subside.

"Oh, gawd."

When his climax passed, he collapsed. It took a minute before Sam's rational part of his mind returned, and he realized that he had been begging for a man.

"Oh, fuck. I can't control myself. It's like I'm a different person. Damn it. I can't let this happen again."

Sam didn't want to lose his masculinity. And his loins were burning for a man. But the thought of giving birth was also making his heart race.

"I-I need to clean myself up and find that dude. I'll deal with this mess and get my old body back. Yeah. Just calm down. I'm still a guy. Still a guy. Still a guy."

Sam was trying to reassure himself as he stood up in the shower and carefully cleaned himself. Trying not to touch his clit.

He was taking his time and making sure his pussy and hands were clean. His body was satisfied, and his rational mind was slowly returning.

"Okay. I'm feeling better now."

Sam had no idea that his pussy was leaking, and his body was ready for another round.

"I'm just going to put on some clothes. Then, I'll find that kid and make him pay." Sam said as he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel.

After he was done drying himself. He walked out of the bathroom. And went to his closet. He had a few options for clothes. He tried putting on his male clothing, but the jeans wouldn't fit. And the shirt was tight around her chest. Plus, her nipples were poking through the fabric.

"Fuck. I looked ridiculous."

He grabbed another pair of clothes, but they were the same.

"How am I supposed to walk out in public like this? I have a woman's body, and everyone will know it.

Sam was reaching his brain on what to do, and the rational side was fighting with the horny side. After a moment, he remembered that his ex had left some of her clothes here, which he put in a box.

"Fuck it. I'll have to wear something, and I think I am a similar size to her. But this is just going to be temporary."

He quickly found the box and opened it.

"Ugh. She left the sexy dress and lingerie I got her. Fuck!"

Sam looked disgusted and embarrassed, but it was the only thing he could wear. It was a black button-down front ruched V-neck long-sleeve mini dress that would hug his curves.

He sighed.

"I-It's just temporary."

He put on the white panties that felt nice and snug. Then he tried to put on the bra, but he was having trouble.

"Come on."

He was frustrated, and the hooks were slipping through his fingers.

"Ugh!"

Sam was struggling, and his fingers weren't able to do it.

"This is so annoying. How the fuck do girls wear these? They should be fucking illegal."

Sam was about to give up, but then he got an idea. He rotated the bra so the back was in the front so he could see the hooks, and he was able to hook it. Then he rotated it back around and slipped the straps on his shoulders.

"Huh. That wasn't so bad. But it seems I'm a little smaller than my ex's. Her tits are bigger than mine. But whatever. This will do. But it's just temporary."

Sam was enjoying the warmth coming from the soft and silky material on his skin. And his breasts were feeling comfortable in the bra as his nipples were poking through the fabric.

"Damn it. That's annoying. Whatever. Let's put on this dress. Then, I can get this day over with. Fuck."

He unbuttoned the dress and put his arms through the sleeves. Then he pulled it over his body and felt the fabric hug his curves. And his body shivered.

"Oh, wow. It's warm and soft." Sam said as he started buttoning the dress.

"It's kind of tight."

He could feel the material clinging to his skin, and his body was starting to heat up.

"Fuck. Come on. I'm just doing this to survive."

Sam didn't realize that his body was changing, and his desires were becoming stronger.

He finished buttoning the dress, and it was clinging to his skin. The buttons were strained, and his curves were visible. He couldn't see the top part because his breasts were too big, and the material was digging into them. So he took a deep breath, and the buttons were almost popping open.

"Damn it. It's too tight."

Sam unbuttoned the top, and the material hugged his breasts. Then he took another deep breath, and his breasts were jiggling as his body reacted. But it fit.

"Well. At least, it fits. I hope Jennifer left one pair of her shoes or something."

Sam checked the bottom of the box, and his face was bright red.

"Are you fucking kidding me? These are the sexiest shoes ever. And they are six inches high."

There was a pair of black suede ankle wrap heels.

"M-Maybe I can wear my old shoes? Yeah. My sneakers will do. I can't wear these."

He looked over at his sneakers, which were way too big for him.

"N-Never mind. Damn it. Fine."

Sam grabbed the shoes and tried to put them on. It was a challenge, but he was able to tie them. And his feet were snug, and the leather was clinging to his skin. It was like they were made for him.

He then tried to stand, and it was a lot easier to balance.

"Huh. I can't believe it, but these actually feel comfortable? I don't know why women bitch about wearing these things."

Sam was looking at his reflection in the mirror, and his heart was racing.

"Fuck. I look hot."

He couldn't deny how sexy he was, and the black dress was clinging to his feminine body. Plus, the shoes made his butt pop.

"Damn. I'm sexy. Wait. What?"

Sam was confused, and his mind was a mess. He was having trouble separating his thoughts.

"Fuck. Just stop staring at—"

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