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Boys Will Be Girls...Sometimes

By Duffin Caprous

Disclaimer: This story involves sexual, violent, or adult situations. Do not read this if you are under the legal age to see pornography in your country. I won't be held responsible if your fragile little minds get warped. Otherwise...enjoy!

Sexual Acts:

Masturbation

Vaginal Penetration

Transformation

Gender Switching

Public Sex

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It was a typical Tuesday morning. A school day. The 18 year old Lester groaned and stretched in bed as his alarm clock went off and grunted, reaching out to slap it loudly, “Fuck you…" he muttered.

“Leeeees! Get a shower, Birthday Boy! You're going to be late!" Lester's mother called from downstairs. The rebellious teen lifted both paws and flipped off the door. How dare she be cheery. It was his 18th birthday, sure, but also...fuck school.

The lanky lemur slid from bed like a slinky and grabbed a slightly damp towel from the floor before leaving his disorganized bedroom and slipping into the shower. His short, mussed up black headfur looked nearly perfect and Les regretted having to take a shower and modify the “natural bedhead" look, but eventually got in, turning the water on.

He was so glad he was going to be done with high school in like five months. College was going to be parties and girls and drinking. It'd be awesome! Speaking of girls, the lemur's thoughts slid to Wendy, a sweet little fox girl he'd been crushing on for some time now. He wondered if he might come across her at some frat party sometime…

He'd always wanted to get in her pants and the more he imagined her naked, the stiffer his sheath began to get, his ebony lemurhood slipping from the tip and out into the water. Well...he figured he might as well take care of it before school or he'd be leaving a wet spot in his underwear. His paw slid down and a soft grunt slid from his lips as fingers grasped his throbbing erection, a fairly thick black 7 and a half inches, stroking himself off as he leaned back against the wall. Water cascaded down his face and down his front.

In his mind, Wendy was bending over a desk in math class, that soft orange tail swaying back and forth, showing him a view of her tight little pussy under her skirt. His paw jacked off faster and Les could feel himself getting close.

“Oh f...fuck...u-uhhnnnnnn….." he groaned out, hips suddenly, jerking outward, trembling as he came, the spunk immediately washed down the drain of the shower, leaving him panting heavily. Mmm, fuck yeah, he thought, he really wanted to tap that ass.

He remained leaned against the tub, breathing a bit heavily. A few minutes later, the ringtail was satisfied and stepping out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stepped out, walking back to his room, noticing the door to his sister's room was open. She was probably still downstairs. She always was faster to wake up.

Shutting his door, he pulled off the towel ad began to vigorously dry out his headfur. He suddenly felt something like he was punched in the guy. He grunted and fell to his knees, “Uhn! F-fuck, what…" another pain hit him, this time in the chest. He brought a paw up to press to his chest. A second later, it radiated through him, the ringtail crying out in pain, eyes rolling back in his head, before slumping to the side and passing out.

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A gasp flowed through Les' muzzle as he woke up.

“What the fuck was that?" Lester asked and gasped again as a voice that was decidedly not his own came from his lips, suddenly clapping a paw over his muzzle. Something was wrong. That wasn't his voice. It sounded like…

It was then that the lemur stood and caught a glimpse in the mirror hanging from the back of his door. The expression on the mirror was likely priceless. It was as if Lester was looking at a mirror image of himself, as one normally does, but the mirror had added...some things and removed….some things. Breasts were now protruding from the ringtail's chest and his thickly-sized cock was now gone, leaving behind a vagina. His short black headfur had somehow grown and was now about shoulder-length. Lester's facial features were softened and definitely feminine now.

He reflexively screamed, a girl's voice coming from his muzzle, but he was at least able to cover his muzzle again.

“I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Wake up!" he said to himself, sharply slapping himself across the face, “Oww! Fuck! Shit, that hurt!"

The realization that he was not, in fact, dreaming immediately dawned on him as he stared at his...well, her...naked form. Paws nervously lifted upward, fingertips lightly brushing her breasts, making the lemur gasp softly and quickly bring her paws back down again.

“Oh my god, this...this can't be happening. THis can't be happening…" she said, pacing around her room in a panic.

“Lester! Get down here! You're going to be late!"

Oh fuck...he'd forgotten about his family! What was he going to do?! She looked around nervously. Okay, okay...she grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on, next her jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. She whined to herself, seeing her breasts pressing against the shirt. Fuck, they had to be at least a C cup...she noticed her hoodie and quickly grabbed it, pulling it over her head and over her body. Well...those breasts were much more hidden. She pushed the hair down into the back of the hoodie and quickly pulled the hood up. She looked at herself in the mirror. Okay...okay. She just had to get out of the house quick before her mom or sister saw.

She crept down the steps, passing by family photos which included images of her with her former gender. She winced as she pulled keys off the key ring near the door and they made a jingle.

“Les?" she heard her mom say and Lester could hear footsteps coming.

Trying to lower her voice as much as possible, she said, “Gotta go, Mom, gonna be late, see you after school!" before suddenly rushing out. It's possible that her Mom had had a plan for breakfast, but she was in such a panic that there was little thought of that. Quickly rushing to her car lest anyone she knew saw her, she nearly peeled out in the driveway pulling away from the house.

“Okay...okay, okay...this might still be a dream. A very...very bad...dream," she said to herself, heart pounding in her now prodigious chest. Should she go to school? It...seemed the be the best choice at least until she could figure out what the hell was happening. She drove and saw all the students getting out of busses, the older students parking their cars. She swallowed, staying low in her seat as she pulled into her assigned spot and put it into park.

Grabbing her backpack from the passenger seat, the lemur girl slid from the car, hood still up over her head. She lifted a paw to instinctively brush her long headfur behind an ear.

“Dude!" came a voice that made Lester's breath catch in his throat. Oh, fuck, no...she kept walking quick. And the voice got closer, “Les, hold up!"

Suddenly, she felt arms go around her neck, “Hey, fucker, where you--oh shit, I'm sorry!" the voice said, the arms pressed against her chest. She spun around, seeing her best friend, Vince, a large bengal tiger, “Sorry, I thought you were my friend--" the taller male said. He blinked and tilted his head, “Uh...are..you look just like…"

“Leave me alone!" Lester cried out in a panic and quickly turned to dash off. The hood falling down her back, letting her headfur bounce a bit behind her. What could she have even told Vince? She could hear the tiger calling behind him, but she just kept running to the front door and disappearing inside. Unable to think of anything else, the lemur quickly went into the bathroom and quickly slammed the door shut to one of the stalls, dropping her bag on the floor.

A few moments later, she jumped, hearing the door open again and heard male voices. The boy's bathroom! By instinct, she'd just come in there by mistake, “You know this is the guy's bathroom, right?" It was Vince! Lester whimpered softly to herself, everything so overwhelming.

“S...sorry, I...it was a mistake, I'll go," she said quickly, opening the stall door to see the tiger there. Vince grinned, looking a little bit strange. She squeaked softly as the feline stepped forward to block the way.

“You know...you look just like someone I know, but...at the moment...well, I think I've got something you need…" he said. Lester cried out as Vince pushed outward with a paw to get the girl back in the stall. He swiftly shut it and locked it.

“V...vince, wait, it's...I'm Les…..L….Les…." she tried to say, her muzzle almost seemingly physically unable to say her full name. The tiger's expression was one of...well, pure lust. Lester gasped as he leaned forward, muzzle pressing firmly to the side of her neck and breathing in her scent.

“Mmmm...smelled you even in the parking lot, girl…" he growled softly. Lester could hear students and teachers outside. She wanted to call for help ,but….she tried to push out at Vince instead.

“V...vince stop. Stop it!" she said, trying to sound intimidating, but it came out as a feminine whine as Vince's paw lifted, grasping at one of her tits. The feeling hit her suddenly, wholly alien to her. Reflexively, her paws gripped at the tiger's shoulders, causing him to chuckle.

“Yeah...thought so...let's just see…" he growled into her ear and before she could stop him, she could feel the fingers of his free paw sinking into the waistband of her jeans, making her gasp out. He lifted a brow, “Boxers, huh? You a tomboy, babe? Don't worry, we'll make a female outta you," he said in that deepening voice again and Lester tried again to tell his best friend he wasn't some hot lemur chick, but the fingers quickly found her brand spanking new cunny and Vince wasted no time in rubbing up and down her slit.

Lester felt like her knees were going to buckle as the shock of pleasure suddenly hit her, “Uhhnnnnn…." she moaned out into the bathroom with no thought about whether anyone might hear her. Vince growled in arousal upon hearing that, a middle finger sharply sinking into her, making the lemur grip his shoulders even tighter.

Upon feeling the ringtails virginal barrier, the tiger seemed to growl deeper into her ear, “Oh shit, girl...now that's a surprise…" he said, sliding that finger slowly in and out of the lemur's sex, forcing whimpering moans from her, “I'm going to wreck this cunt, you know that, right?"

She panted heavily. How could this be happening? Vince wasn't like this! He wasn't the kind of guy to force himself on girls! As the tiger's head lifted, lips suddenly mashed together, causing Lester's eyes to widen as his best friend roughly kissed him. Lester moaned into the kiss, not strong enough to push the large feline off of her. A thumb suddenly pressed to her clit and the lemur's toes curled against the floor. Her lips parted instinctively, soft tongue mashing against Vinces's the the experienced male continued to jill her off there in the bathroom. The girl's hips began to shake as she got close to cumming before the tiger yanked his paw out of her pants.

“Wha...wha...what? P-please, I'm so…" she panted heavily with a whimper, looking up to see Vince's smirking face.

“Not cumming anywhere but on my dick, babe. You want to get off, turn around," he growled out. Lester trembled at the command and almost instinctively turned around, her hormones raging, unable to think at this point. With a yelp, the tiger's large paw forcefully shoved her face against the wall, causing a little pain while the other paw firmly tugged down on her jeans and boxers, taking them to the floor. Seeing the girl presented to him, the tiger growled again, “God...damn, girl…"

Without even a thought for a condom, the tiger unzipped his own jeans, tugging a rather thick feline cock out, throbbing and hard. Lester gasped, feeling it sliding up along between her cheeks, making her whimper, the paw still keeping her firmly held against the wall. The tip eventually nudged her folds, making the girl moan against the tile on the wall, “P...please, be c-carefu--"

Before she could even finish her plea, Vince decided to do the opposite. Wedging the tip against her entrance, a sharp thrust drove him inch after inch into the ringtail, stealing the new girl's virginity. She screamed out at the pain of her hymen bursting, finding her noises muffled as a pair of tiger fingers pushed into her mouth. Lester was utterly taken, all either inches of the tiger's shaft filling her insides. Vince growled, feeling how that pussy was already desperately milking at him.

The feeling of having a cock sinking into her was totally different from that one time he got to fuck Shelly Gilbert. Lester shuddered, lips instinctively closing around Vince's fingers to start sucking on them. The tiger pulled out and sank back in, Lester unaware of the spots of blood on the tiger's maleness as he claimed the female.

“Fuuuuck, look at what a slut you are...I'm...going to spunk you so full…." she heard him say her eyes suddenly widening in realization. She had no idea what would happen if the tiger came inside of him! She began to squirm nervously.

“Vince, don't...don't..ohhhh uhnnnn, don't c-cum in me…" she said around his fingers, many of the words coming out as moans as those hips started to whack against her ass.

“Oh, I'm...cumming in you, girl...that's happening," he responded, making the lemur whimper out, feeling the pleasure growing the more that thick cock pounded inside of her. She felt the tiger's balls smacking against her thighs with each thrust in and could heard the increased breathing the closer the tiger got.

Her fingers tried to grip at the wall, panting heavily, eyelids beginning to flutter as a wave could be felt rushing closer and closer. She could feel her mind beginning to cloud from anything but the pleasure of the cock stuffing her pussy. Any concern of having tiger sperm rushing to her womb was wiped away, especially as the explosion of pleasure hit her. Vince could feel those hips suddenly stiffen and rock, the pussy surrounding him cinching down and rippling as Lester cried out into his paw. As she came, Vince was soon after. He grunted and growled into her ear, hips slamming forward to drive all of that dick into her. She could swear she could feel it throbbing as thick ropes of jizz splattered into her newly formed sex.

“Nnnngg, fuck...yeah, take that shit, girl…." the tiger growled into her ear. He kept himself planted in the lemur female, basting her insides with his virile seed. A few minutes later, he tugged out and Lester could feel a river of cum drooling down her thighs to her jeans, soaking into the material. She slumped down against the wall to the floor herself, whimpering as her brain tried to process what just happened and also how mind-blowing a female orgasm was.

He tried to collect his thoughts while Vince shoved that cock back into his jeans, looking down at the recovering lemur. After a few minutes of silence, the ringtail felt a familiar pang of pain right in her stomach. Eyes widened. It was happening again! The slug to the chest again and then a whole body pain hit him. The lemur cried out in pain, her eyes rolling back in her head before once again losing consciousness.

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With a groan, Lester's eyes fluttered open. A paw lifted up to his forehead and he winced, feeling a bump there. He slowly pushed himself to a sitting position and realized he was in the bathroom at school. And...his pants were down around his ankles. And...cum was drying on his bare crotch. Wait...a dream. It WAS a dream! He must have been...jerking off on the toilet and fell and hit his head or something. A wave of relief washed over him at the realization. He slowly got to his feet, a little bit shakily, and quickly pulled his jeans back up. That was one fucked up...very vivid….dream. He also had a weird taste in his mouth, but figured it must have been because he didn't brush his teeth that day or something.

The morning otherwise was uneventful. At lunch, he met up with Vince. He held out a paw and Vince slapped his to it in greeting, “Duuuude! You are not going to believe the day I've had!"

Lester grinned, “Oh yeah? Did you ask Lily to prom?"

“No, man, even fucking better!" he said loudly. A teacher looked over and warning him about his language, causing the tiger to look slightly apologetic. Both friends took their trays to an empty table and set in the large cafeteria room, “You won't even believe me when I tell you. I was coming to school and there was this chick."

No.

“It was weird, she drives the same car as you, dude. Anyway, so I see her and she's fucking hot...I see her go in the guy's bathroom…"

No….

“I mean, she was all over me, dude, in heat and everything! We totally banged. She even let me fuck her without a rubber! What a slut, right?" Vince said, laughing and taking a bite of pizza.

Noooooooo! The lemur's heart pounded in his chest. This wasn't possible!

“Hey...Les, you alright? I mean...you weren't interested in her, were you?" his friend asked, looking concerned.

“Oh my god...Vince, that was m….that was m...m-mmmmm...I was th….." he tried to say, looking more and more concerned. Spit it out!

“Oh shit, you are interested!" he said, looking worried he'd hurt his friend.

“No! No, it...look, I..it's fine, man…" he said, the words seeming to be forced from his muzzle. The look of concern on his face was still apparently, but Vince reached out and slapped his shoulder.

“Dude...I'm sure she'd let you bang her, she was pretty up for it," he said with a laugh before going back to eating lunch. At the same time...Lester suddenly had no appetite. Lunch ended and they parted ways, Lester not saying...all that much. The rest of the day was a blur and he did his best to avoid Vince. After school, he didn't bother putting music on in his car as he drove back home. His mind was running a mile a minute. This was happening...his...best friend had fucked him as a female...somehow. But how did it happen? And why did he change back?!

As he walked in the door, he heard his mother's voice, “Lester! Get in here."

He remembered then how he'd left in the morning in a panic. He nervously walked into the living room where his mother and...his aunt Nancy were sitting. Nancy was his father's sister. Both had similar colorations to Lester and were obviously family. He waved a little, “H...hey, Mom…"

“Lester, sit down, we need to talk. You rushed out this morning before we could have a chance to talk to you...it was very important," Aunt Nancy said.

He did so, taking a seat on the couch while his mother and aunt said on the loveseat. Both looked at each other and sighed quietly before looking back at Lester, “Honey, you're 18 now, so...it's time you understand something about this family."

“That's right," Nancy said softly and seemed to take a deep breath before releasing it, “Or family is cursed. Well...the males are, more specifically. You see...over a century ago, my great grandfather...who was a bit of a sexist prick...tried to force himself on a girl he met in a bar. It turned out...that girl was actually a witch."

The young lemur blinked as his aunt said that to him, “What…"

“Just...listen. That witch put a curse on him and all of his male descendants from that point forward, as...a means of...teaching him a lesson," she said. She swallowed and cleared her throat, “Son, the males in our family, they...on their 18th birthday, they go through a change…"

Lester's heart began to pound as Nancy told him this, “What...change?"

“Well, I suspect you...already know...Lester, I'm your father…" Nancy said finally. Lester jumped up from the couch.

“What?!" he exclaimed.

His mother grasped at Nancy's paw, “Honey, it's true. Your father and Aunt Nancy, they're...well they're not siblings."

Feeling faint, he sat back down on the couch, paws pressed to his face, “This...this isn't happening." He soon felt a parent on either side, arms hugging him. He resisted the urge to push them away.

“Lester...you know this is true. I suspect it's why you rushed out this morning. You...turned into a female, didn't you?" his “father" asked him.

“But ho...how did I…?" the lemur asked, on the verge of tears.

Both parents looked to each other, as if not wanting to have to explain further, but his mother finally spoke, “You, um...it happens when you...ahem, when you orgasm."

Quickly looking up, he looked in shock at his parents. Well, this couldn't possibly get more humiliating.

“It...happens sometimes five minutes...sometimes fifteen minutes afterward," Aunt Nancy said, clearing her throat.

“But it...I didn't remember it…"

“I know...and the change is never...pleasant. I guess it was another...punishment by the witch. You get to...feel good, but then there is pain afterward, I don't know…" his female father told him.

“O...okay, s...so…" he said, still trying to wrap his head around it.

“Son, you need to be very careful. You see...the curse is worse when you are in your female form. You see, you are...literally female. You go into heat and...everything. But...the magic enhances your heat, makes you irresistible to males. Literally," Nancy said to him.

“J...jordan, he's...male," his mother said suddenly.

“Yes, I know, Doris, what's that--" Nancy began to say and quickly looked to Lester again, “Lester...tell me you just...explored yourself at school…"

Les' heart pounded in his chest, “I...it wasn't my fault! Vince, he...he saw me and he followed me in the bathroom…"

“You didn't...have sex, did you?" his mother asked nervously.

“He forced me! I couldn't stop him!" Lester blurted out.

“Oh, honey...damn it…." Nancy said, Lester still having trouble with his father also being a chick some of the time, “We were hoping to keep you home….the first transformation always comes with a heat... I mean it when I say males will find you irresistible. They literally can not help themselves."

“I tried to tell him it was me! It...wouldn't come out. It was like the words were...stuck in my throat…" Lester replied.

“I know. It's...the magic. You...literally can not tell anyone about your shifting...even if they're in the room when you change, they won't remember. Their brains will sort of...convince them something else happened," Nancy replied, lightly rubbing Lester's shoulder.

“This...this is crazy! Why can you guys talk about it, then?!" he asked, starting to feel anger welling up inside of him.

“Les, please...calm down. We...can because the magic allows family to talk about it...to...remember it. Either by blood or by marriage, the curse allows it for some reason. We don't know why. Probably because the punishment was to teach...you know...being respectful, which...is easier done if family can discuss it," his mother said to him.

“Can I...get pregnant?" Lester blurted out suddenly. Both parents looked at each other.

Nancy was first to reply, “You can, yes, which is why I wish...you hadn't rushed off this morning."

“You mean...I might have been knocked up by my best friend?!" Lester exclaimed in a panic. His parents continued to hug and comfort him during such a shocked reveal.

“Lester, we...we will do anything we can for you, alright? Impregnation by another species is much more difficult than with someone of your same species, but if it happened...we'll deal with it," his mother said softly to him.

“Well, I'm just...I'm never going to...get off again," the teenager said, looking a little angry as his female father laughed.

“Son...it's really not that bad. Besides, you...can't. I tried the same thing. Sooner or later, you're...going to. I don't know if the magic forces it, but eventually...you'll have a wet dream and that...counts," Nancy said, lightly stroking Lester's headfur.

“Fine, I'll just...I'll just get off as soon as I transform!" he said.

Nancy nodded her head, “I thought so, too, but there seems to be a sort of...refresh rate. Once you change, you can't change back immediately. It seems to vary. One time, I was female for almost a week before I could change back. The only way to...um...reliably change back immediately is to...mate. As you...well, you found out today."

This is insane! Why didn't you tell me? Why the fuck would we be punished for what some guy from a hundred years ago did?" Lester cried out.

“Watch your language!" his mother scolded, “Trust me, all these questions have been asked and...we don't have answers for it. We just try our best to live as we can. When I met your father, he couldn't tell me about him until our wedding night. The first time I saw him transform and remembered it, I was shocked and...thought I'd made the worst mistake of my life, but...it's turned out to be wonderful. When I realized that his sister was really him...well, I was certainly surprised. Once we were married, it's...sort of like the curse surrounded me as well. I wasn't able to tell anyone that my husband was also my...wife sometimes."

This was all too much. Lester couldn't believe this was happening to him, “Is th...there anything else I...need to know?" he asked, finally.

“Just one last thing. We love you and are here for you. Anything you need. You'll...need some new clothes. We'll go shopping later once you...um, when you're…" his mother began to say, “We need to know how you'd prefer to...say this, Lester. There's no easy way to explain a girl suddenly living with us. Your father and I were thinking...of saying your female form is...that of your cousin who has come to live with us. Is that...alright with you?"

The younger male looked utterly drained. All he could manage was a nod of his head. Sure, seemed great. He'd just be his female cousin half the time…

“I'm...gonna go take...a nap," Lester said softly. His parents let him up, knowing everything that had to be going through his head. The 18 year old rushed upstairs and quickly shut the door, leaning against it. Moving to flop onto his bed, he began to think about what his life would be now. How could he manage school? People would notice if he was out and his “cousin" was in school. But, he couldn't just not cum...his dad had said his body would force him to eventually change.

It wasn't much longer before his thoughts drifted to Vince. Lester was rather embarrassed to admit, especially now, how much he was into his friend's cock. It was the heat, but still...even now for some reason...no! He wasn't gay. He was just...female sometimes. Pussy. He liked pussy as a male. He HAD to make that distinction. He...had to, to give himself some semblance of normalcy.

And then he looked down and saw the throbbing length of his cock once again coming to life against his will. He wondered if the heat of his female form carried over into his male form as well. The answer was kind of given to him as arousal quickly grew within him, that cock rock hard in his jeans. No! No, he was not going to change again. He didn't want to be a girl!

The poor male quickly turned onto his side on the bed, paws stuffed under the pillow as he fought the instinctive desire to jerk off. It was a matter of minutes before be conked out, the day exhausting him so much, he couldn't stay awake.

His dreams were jumbled, but primarily sexual. As the alarm clock went off the following morning Lester reached out to slam a paw onto the alarm clock and yawned before opening up her eyes to realize...god damn it, she was a female again!

She quickly sat up in bed, “Mother fucker, I said I didn't want to change!" she growled to herself. It was that god damn heat, must have made him cum in his sleep. She looked down at her slender form, already feeling a low dull baseline arousal. Apparently Vince hadn't snuffed it out which Lester took as a good sign. No...not Lester. If she was going to play the...cousin like this, she needed a girl's name. She swallowed, nervously bringing her paws up to her chest. She hadn't explored herself at all the previous day. But, if she was going to be stuck like this for the rest of her life sometimes...she might as well…

Paws awkwardly squeezes her breasts, making her gasp softly. She blushes a touch at basically fondling herself like this. Another gasp slipped out as fingers touched along her stiffening nipples. She sat back against the headboard, biting her lip as she felt over her nipples. She could feel the growing heat in her nethers down between her legs.

Brittany. The name just came to her mind. That was...her name in this form. She whimpered softly as the hot feeling in her sex began to grow. A trembling paw lowered down her stomach and she gasped again at the touch of fingers to her sensitive folds. The lemur spread her legs on her bed, Brittany trying to look down at herself to see the black folds of her cunny. It was so wet, leaving a spot on her sheets.

“Oh f...fuck…" she whispered softly in a moan as she began to rub along the outside of her lips. Maybe being a girl sometimes wouldn't be so bad...she began to think to herself. A sharp moan slid out as she brought her fingers up to her clit, middle finger trailing slowly around it. She quickly lowered her other paw, using both paws to explore her pussy. The girl's toes curled slightly and she couldn't stop herself from imagining a male pounding her tight little cunt right there on her bed. Brittany moaned out as she sank her middle finger finally into herself, feeling the heat and wetness. The sensation was so strange after having a cock for her whole life. She whimpered out into her room as she continued to rub at her clitoris rather quickly.

Brittany began to wonder if she should try to buy some toys, her mind wandering again, this time to Vince. She groaned, sinking a second finger into her pussy, starting to curl them upward as she imagined Vince taking her into the locker room and letting the rest of the football team have their way with her.

“Oooooh...oh god…" she moaned softly, trying to stay quiet so her parents didn't hear her...trying out her new body. Her thighs pressed together and she clenched them around her paws as she worked herself over. She panted heavily and bit her lip, hunched forward a little bit as she stared down at her paws. The sound of her wet pussy squelching with her arousal filled her ears only making her more horny. She started to feel her paws beginning to cramp. She was so close! As a guy, it was easy for her to get off, but she was coming to find that it wasn't quite so easy as female. She looked around desperately for something...anything. And then she spotted it. Her back massager. It would be a lie to say she hadn't used it to get off before. She quickly grabbed it from her desk and flopped back on the bed. The plastic device had four “arms" and it looked like a little alien creature, really. Pressing the button to turn it on, she wasted little time in pressing one of the rubber ends right to her clit. She cried out loudly and clapped a paw over her muzzle.

The vibration shot through her cunt, making her eyes rolls back in her head as her muffled moans were kept quiet by her paw. She ground the massager against her clit, rubbing up and down her slit as well. She panted heavily, rocketing right to the edge. She started to get that hazy feeling again. If her dad had burst in there, she wouldn't have been able to force herself to stop. Her pussy clenched and milked at the cock that wasn't inside of her instinctively as she felt her hips locking and then suddenly rocking outward. She saw stars as the climax hit her, the lemur's moans even louder. She grabbed her pillow to bite down on it as she came hard against the back massager. She trembled, turning it off and slumping back on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Fu...fuck...oh my god…" she whispered softly. Male orgasms were amazing, but that was...something else, she thought...maybe this wouldn't be so bad….she waiting to change, but it didn't come. It was then that she remembered what her dad/aunt had said...the transition back to male had a refresh... a cool down. Fuck! Who knows how long he'd be stuck like this...in heat...needy...well, she figured she might as well make the most of it and reached for the massager again.

AUTHOR NOTE: Just a little thing I whipped up when the idea came to me. I think I may do one or two more stories about this character. Could be fun! Sorry about the lack of content, life has been getting in the way!