Pillow 29 - Gave himself for a chance

(Man into Reversion Syndrome-TG)*

The large gym bag was full to the brim with his stuff. Ronnie closed the bag and put it down on the floor.

He was a deeply tanned wide muscular guy, wearing a tank top and shorts, with a hairy body and with hair dyed orange.

He looked back and scratched the back of his neck.

Dylan was there, with his hands clasped together and a concerned expression on his face.

Dylan, his boyfriend.

He was a skinny white man. Skinny, nerdy looking, wearing glasses, shirt and pants, nothing fancy. His hair was black and curly, he had fluffy eyebrows and fluffy sideburns, a long neck and long limbs.

They looked at each other in silence for a moment only to then awkwardly look away.

The scene was palpably tense.

The many rose tinted days they had shared felt a long way behind them…

“You don’t have to leave…! We can talk about this, we can still fix it…” Dylan mumbled, staring at his own feet. “There must be a solution…”

Ronnie sighed.

“Dylan, I like you… but you don’t like men, it doesn't matter how hard you try, that’s not gonna change.”

“But I love you…”

“No, you loved a version of me that was never real, that never really existed… You are a good man, you didn’t reject me,” Ronnie smiled at the memory. “You didn’t flinch when I told you I am a guy, you stayed with me during the transition, but… I’m sorry…”

“Hey, don’t go there, you don’t have to be sorry, it is not your fault! It’s just a… tricky situation…”

“It isn’t yours either, is it? I’m fine either way, but you just aren’t attracted to guys and this… Come on, we both know this relationship has been sinking for months, we tried and it didn’t work. I hate to do this too, but it’s the best thing for both of us, you wouldn’t like where this would end if we keep lying to ourselves.”

“You don’t know that!”

“It doesn’t have to be our end, we can still be friends, we are still friends, aren’t we? Best pals?”

“I don’t want to be pal-zoned!”

“What? Is this about your ego then?”

“No…”

“Dylan, you have trouble even kissing me.”

“Sex isn’t everything.”

“Maybe for some other people it isn’t, but we are a pair of horny-dogs you and me and that isn’t changing anytime soon,” Ronnie gave Dylan's shoulder a friendly tap . “You have to accept it, there’s nothing to fix,” he chuckled. “I am a trans guy, but you aren’t a trans girl.”

Dylan clenched his fists, the blunt honesty of the claim upset him at a deep, intrinsic level, he didn’t want to give up no matter what.

“That’s correct… but… but… There must be a solution…” he repeated.

Ronnie just shrugged and picked up his bag.

“This is not one of your games, it’s not a problem for you to solve, but hey, you’re a smart guy, so if you can come up with something just give me a call! You know I love a good surprise!”

Dylan’s mind blurred as he squeezed his neurons thinking, watching Ronnie about to leave. He trembled and sweated and something… something finally broke, unfolded, untangled inside of him…

An idea…

The fully formed vision of a girl awoke in the depths of his mind.

That was all that was needed.

“I may not be a girl…” he slowly mumbled. “But I can be a pussy!”

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” the woman inside his brain giggled.

Dylan’s penis instantly grew hard, then sticky wet as the cum flowed.

There was no doubt, he was about to reverse.

“What did you say? I didn’t catch it,” Ronnie asked, looking back.

Instead of answering Dylan dropped to his knees, trembling like a newborn fawn, he felt the twisting tension on the rise taking over his form.

“P-Pussy!” he gurgled. “I am pussy!”

Ronnie frowned, then smirked.

“Yeah, you are a pussy,” he said

“Cccccuuuuuuuunnnnnnngggg!”

The girly voice in his mind was growing in intensity. Dylan tried to take off his shirt and when he failed proceeded to just rip it open.

“Dude!” Ronnie shouted. “This ain’t funny!”

Dylan pulled his pants down enough for his penis to come out.

“Have to-get out these clothes before… TWAaaaAT!” he cried.

He snorted, grunted and blew up his cheeks.

Ronnie shook his head, moving rapidly backwards against the door.

“You’re creeping me out…!”

“I’m gonna rrrrreverse!” moaned Dylan, his dick twitched crazily, leaking cum.

As he stretched his arm towards Ronnie, a subtle succession of popping sounds accompanied the motion.  His body hair began to fall out and his muscles began to change, he groaned loudly as his palms grew longer and his fingers became shorter.

Short enough to look like toes.

In fact the whole hand shifted until…

“That’s a foot!” Ronnie screamed, dropping his bag.

Dylan shook the foot crowning his arm, the hand was gone, reshaped from a guy’s hand into a soft and petite feminine sole a couple of shades paler than the skin going down the arm.

“I told ya!” he gasped as the next change hit. “Shiiiit!”

He bent his back as the area around his erect nipples began to plump. The swelling boob-fat dragged the nipples down towards his crotch, while his navel slid upwards, as if they were trading positions. When the sliding finished Dylan had his navel near the chest and a pair of perky pale boobs with pink thick nipples close to his throbbing dick.

Ronnie stared, with his mouth hanging open as the transformation progressed.

“Y-You don’t have to…” he eventually managed to babble.

“Too late for that!” Dylan grunted.

His shoulders clumped and narrowed, his hips cracked and expanded.

Both his hands were feet, both his feet were hands. His dark forest of pubic hair was elongating into a blond mane, his penis bulging, rounding, making wheezing sounds,  his balls were absorbed by the tits, which thus gained a few grams of breast-fat. Ronnie lost sight of the reforming crotch as Dylan dropped down onto all fours.

“Up…!” he groaned. “What goes up… also goes down!”

He dropped heavily onto all fours, his neck shrinking away between the hips that were once his shoulders, a pair of bouncy buttocks began to swell up on that new waist.

“Dylan!” Ronnie rushed to the diminishing man and knelt  by his side. “Dylan!”

Dylan looked up at him and gave a trembling smile.

“C-Can you do me a solid?”

“Anything!”

“Ssssss…!” the taste in his mouth, when his tongue touched the inner oral walls, sparks of sexualily hit his hazed brain as if he had two of them. “SUCK ME DRY!”

Ronnie nodded and leaned over him.

“Pal…” he whispered. “You are a dude of a cunt…”

The words didn’t make much sense at all, but their minds were racing too fast to think straight.

They kissed.

A tongue twisting kiss that twisted over itself when the changes twisted Dylan’s head over itself to leave what was left of him in the proper position for the vagina he was about to become.

Ronnie noticed the change of taste, smell and texture as he licked and sucked the ex-person. Dylan’s saliva gained a pinch of salt, a musky womanly odour, the tenderness of the interior as teeth completely diminished, the lips wrinkling, opening vertically.

He wasn’t kissing a man, he was sucking a pussy.

A hairy pussy.

Their tongues untangled when Dylan’s began to diminish, there was no need for such things in her new form, a motionless existence of giving and receiving pleasure awaited him.

The voice of a strong woman echoing around the room.

“Yes! YES! YES…!”

Sliding his tongue out of the damp cleft Ronnie opened his eyes and found himself staring down at nothing more than a woman’s crotch and trembling vagina from which, miraculously, a pair of fogged glasses still hung. The wide pubic bush retained Dylan’s hair colour, but nothing else remained of the man, he would never again see that man in the flesh, only just the twat he so willingly and quickly had chosen to become.

The glasses finally dropped.

Leaving only the cunt.

A final wave of flesh sculpting sound indicating the conclusion, the pussy gasped, spread, a soft gurgling whisper… Ronnie almost didn’t hear it over the woman’s screams.

“Bheeeel… aaaah… gentleman… duuuurk…!”

And so with that it was done and over.

With trembling hands Ronnie grabbed those hips, the skin of the delicate buttocks was wet. He patted those puffy pubes, fondled the curly dark hair with his fingers, he gulped.

“Thank you pal…”

The moist vaginal lips seemed to shiver, he touched them with a finger, dared to slide inside… then was hit in the face with a leg and fell back.

“Hey, dork, be careful there, ask for permission first!” the woman laughed as she spun to lay face up on the floor. “It’s brand new!”

Ronnie rubbed his chin and looked at the short woman laying in front of him like a diva who owned the world.

A nude beauty, her face reminded him a bit, but just a tiny bit, of Dylan, the nose, the chin… like a long lost sister or a distant echo of a man that no longer existed, but beyond that the new person, the new woman seemed the antithesis of the guy that now was her cunt.

Her shoulder length hair was straight and golden blond, her eyebrows were thin, her skin was pale, her tits desirably perky. Her attitude leaked into the vibe she gave, defiant and confident despite the appearance of being petite and fragile.

She was Ronnie’s kind of girl.

“You're making a funny face!” she chuckled.

“My…” Ronnie began to mutter. “My friend became your vagina…”

“Your ex-boyfriend was my vagina,” the woman corrected, scratching her crotch with a manly demeanour.

“W-What’s your name?”

“Hmmm… Come to think of it…” she spread her pussy with two fingers. “My cunt was too horny and dumb to come up with a name… but I guess we can figure it out later, can’t we?”

“Later…?”

The woman looked around, saw the bed and got up, sitting on the edge with her legs spread wide open.

“Look, there are no promises here, big guy, I’m not your dream girlfriend, who knows, we may end up hating each other somewhere down the line, a fittingly bittersweetly ironic ending for the loser that used to be my twat, but right now… Right now I’m freaking horny, so could you do me a solid and fuck me gently?”

Ronnie didn’t need any further invitation. He nodded firmly, stood up, took off his shirt.

“What a pal!” chuckled the woman.

Ronnie leaned over the woman.

They kissed.

Rolled onto the blankets, the kinky act swiftly escalating.

The woman’s pussy clapped happily.