Preston wanted to be a girl.. had for years. But nothing was available that would do it the way he wanted it. He wanted to be natural. No surgeries, no hormones. He wanted to be a real woman. Nothing could help him. So he kept quiet, and went on with his life. Decades flew by.
It happened on his birthday. He had just turned 95, and arthritis had taken his ability to walk, even to hold simple things. No friends to speak of, his family, though helpful and loving, were at least 6 hours away, so he saw very little of them, or the great grandkids.
And then XGEN happened.
Not that anyone knew about it, not really. Being black market, there were rumors rampant about a drug that would change your gender temporarily, even permanently, with certain side effects, such as nymphomania being one. Extreme body changes another side effect.
Preston heard through his nurse, Monica, about it's existence.
Preston knew what he wanted OH so long in his life... damn the side effects. He would risk it all. He'd had a good life.
So in secret, Preston set up a new identity for himself, well, herself... bank accounts created, with enough money to start a new life. He wasn't sure on how old he would end up, but he figured he'd play it safe and make his ID 24 yrs old.
Preston studied all the information he could get his hands on, even talked to those who had used the drug. They all said how wonderful it was, but they all struggled with addiction to it. He was able to find only one person who had succumbed to an overdose, and had become a full fledged girl.
In his conversation with her, she seemed ok mentally, and physically, but she warned of her addiction to sex. An addiction so strong, that on weekends she worked as an escort, up until recently, as she had gotten pregnant and was going to have to stop.
"I have no idea who the father is. When I start having sex, I usually don't stop for 2 days, so I end up fucking so many guys... " Brenda tells him. Blushing, she continues. "My day job, I have to go masturbate at least twice a day. Even then I have this one guy at work, we fuck at least once a day. Without that I wouldn't be able to control myself. So at this point I'm down to fuck buddies on the weekends."
"Is it worth it in the end?" Preston asks...
Thinking for a moment, Brenda slowly smiles. "Yes and no... I miss my former life, I wish I had done so many things. I miss my family, they couldn't handle the change. Especially after my uncle and I, well, you know." Brenda looks at him, knowingly. "But with that being said, I also love the sex and all that it gives me, including my baby. It's like starting over in a way. In your situation, if I was you, I'd do it. You've had the full life, why not have another?"
Brenda reaches into her purse and hands Preston a small packet. "It's just enough to throw you over the top. The drugs are better than when I first changed. I understand that the urges can be controlled a lot better, but that you'll have to give into them at least once a week, if not twice. I have to do it daily. Good luck to you sir. If you need any help, let me know." And with that, Brenda walks off.
Barely able to pick up the packet, Preston holds it in the palm of his hand.
He knows what he must do.
3 months later...
Preston Summerfield, now Prissy Summers, was sure glad he had set up that identity ahead of time.
The change had not been painful at all, at least to him. Could be that at such and advanced age it was easier to handle. Could be because he passed out in the hotel room he had rented under an assumed name.
Preston would disappear, the remainder of his estate going to his family. He had left a note to his family, stating that he had a long life, and was going to go travel one last time. They would never hear from him again, and they would assume that he passed away in a foreign country. They wouldn't know where to look, well, because he had neglected to tell them where he went.
The first thing Prissy did was check herself out in the mirror. Looked like she was off about 4 years, looking about 20 instead. Close enough.
Putting on her sweats (she didn't know what size she was, and sweats were stretchy, though they were still a bit tight), Prissy goes shopping for the first time in HER life.
It took an hour total time. Prissy didn't even get to leave the hotel. Walking down the hallway, a door opens, with a guy with a towel around his waist, picking up the newspaper.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Prissy looks at him, and she feels like something click in her body, and she suddenly heats up, her crotch feeling like it's melting.
He smiles at her, as she then pushes him into his room.
"Don't say anything. I don't want to know who you are, or where you're from. I just need to fuck you, like NOW."
Prissy strips down and pulls off his towel, kneeling on his bed and proceeds to do another first in her life, suck a guys cock. She's amazed at how good she feels doing it. The taste so amazing.
Modeling her skills after all the porn she'd looked at as a man, it only took her 10 minutes for him to shoot his load into her mouth.
As her mouth fills with cum, she finds she can't spit it out, it tastes so good! Moaning in pleasure as she swallows his cum, she feels another first happening... her pussy clenches several times, then spasms as she cums just from sucking cock and swallowing cum!
Not wanting to stop she continues sucking his limpening cock, causing him to moan loudly.
After 5 minutes his cock again swells up, hardening in her mouth just as she had wanted. Turning around, she presents her pussy to him. She wants to be mounted like she's always dreamed of... from behind like a bitch.
Prissy moans loudly as the cock slides deeply inside her pussy for the first time. She pushes herself back onto the thrusting cock, feeling her new pussy milking the cock, her nice breasts swaying, and her ass jiggling as he bottoms out inside her.
Several hours later, Prissy finally makes it to the nearest clothing store.
As she shops, looking at all the sexy clothing, Prissy tries on a variety of items...
And manages to keep quiet as she masturbates in front of the mirror, cumming hard each time.
"Oh my, this is getting rough... I hope this calms down some..." Prissy thinks to herself.
To Be Continued...
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