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Swapping genders isn't trivial. Well, it is, as all it takes is to concentrate on that new form, and in 6 seconds — Boom! — new identity. But, changelings always hear stories—true or not—of the shapeshifter who had shifted into a new sex, and because they'd done it in a rush, or too quickly, unconsciously shifted back to their previous sex in the middle of a conversation with a Shapelocked.

I bet they had fun explaining that.

Shifting should be a process where you, in mind, spirit, and body have shifted into that new form, and that includes fulfilling some of your baser urges, lest they come to the surface and destroy your cover.

Now, in my "Sirtlan" persona, I've experimented in every combination of sex—male with feminine body, female with masculine body, both with an androgynous body—and I'd say that every time I'd gendershift quickly as Sirtlan, I'd always feel like I was the previous form inhabiting this new body, instead of actually being them in both body and spirit. Sirtlan's my primary form, so whenever I'd break persona, i'd always have to justify it by crediting it to an old family curse.

It's probably common knowledge now.

Now, I'm male (not like it means anything—I haven't been in my natural form for *years*), and as such I've had much more experience with the male form. If I need a female form, I'd need to remove, or at least suppress those masculine urges, lest I break persona.

Side Note: If you're doing a job that requires you to shift quickly, make sure you're in the desired form's sex before you shift. I can't say how easy it is to break persona having been in the opposite gender minutes prior.

Anyway, back to removing those masculine urges. You need to relieve those baser urges.

You need to masturbate.

Well, you need to achieve that orgasm somehow. I've shifted while having sex, and I can't tell you how many partners freak out when they they discover you're the opposite sex when the after glow fades.

That's right, gender play at it's finest.

Lets say I'm Sirtlan, and I'm fully male. I need to shift to female.

I strip.

Fun fact: While technically, when shifting I can keep clothing on, it generally just gets in the way, especially if there's any change in proportions.

I look over my body, comparing what I see to my mind's image of my feminine self.

I lean back, bringing my hands an eyes to rest upon my groin. My minds eye ogles my female self. She's my height. Between her perked ears lies a much longer mane, the fur more glossy and smooth than my own. Upon her chest lies an ample pair of breasts, covered in the same brown fur of my own chest. While she is as strong as me, he body is sleeker, softer. I take notice of the slight hourglass of her torso. Below, firm cheeks that emphasize her slim waist, which sways back and forth as she walks towards me.

I close my eyes, focusing on her image. Shes coming closer kneeling down to grasp my emerging length as my own hands slowly stroke the growing member, leathery pads of my hands, stimulating the flattened tip.

She smiles, palms releasing my half hard penis, and stands, pushing me on my back as she moves to kiss me. But instead of kissing on my lips, her muzzle moves to my neck, nipping and planting kisses all over it. I moan, voice pitching higher and more melodious as my vocal cords tighten. Satisfied with her work, she strokes the black fur that is my mane, each stroke making it growing longer, thicker, and shinier, until it is a perfect copy of her own.

Now fully hard and unsheathed, I stroke my cock as my image of her straddles it. Slowly, teasingly, she lowers herself onto my length, as she moves her tail to tickle my muzzle, which then moves south to caress the lemon sized orbs contained within my brown furred sack. We giggle and moan with the same voice. Fully impaled on my shaft, my cock spasms briefly in my hands, hips moving up to satisfy my imaginary partner.

She then bares her teeth, vaguely smiling, before moving her head down to lightly nibble each of my nipples. They briefly burn with increased sensitivity and I moan again, but she doesn't let up. Instead, moving her hands up to my chest, she massages around my nipples. The flesh warms, before fat starts to fill in. Each motion of her hands causes more fat to grow, flat chest swelling larger and rounder with each rub, concurrently with her motions up and down on my cock. Each bounce causes my derriere to swell with new fat, plumping up as my waist narrows, forming a natural curve accentuating my new breasts and larger rear.

Breasts having swelled to match her own, she once again nibbles at my nipples, the new sensitivity driving me to thrust more into my hands, her womanhood. Her hands migrate up to my arms, now massaging the muscles withing, causing a layer of fat to soften their definition under my fur, hiding the strength within. She continues down, massaging from my shoulders down to my hands, which are clutching her waist. I rotate her around, her back now facing me, and she continues with my legs, repeating the process as my legs become softer and sleeker.

I'm unmistakably feminine now, but I'm not quite there yet. I turn my female self around and pull her down for another kiss. Her tongue invades my mouth and entangles mine, and we moan together. Her pussy clenches around my cock, slick with our combined secretions, each tightening sending me closer to climax, until I'm sent over the edge.

Pre-coated hands move faster, more frantic as my climax approaches. The flat tip of my cock swells as the first stream of ejaculate launches out of the tip, painting my chest. My cock throbs with each spurt that paints my new breasts, each throb causing the member to shrink, as I cum out the rest of my masculinity. Balls that no longer need the hold the fluids lancing out of my cock tremble, as they shrink and my sack pulls tighter to my groin. I continue cumming as my cock shrinks—now eight inches, six, four, two—as my balls collapse to the size of eggs, then walnuts, and my sack pulls flush to my crotch. A cleft forms where my scrotum once hung, growing deeper as my my belly warms, gonads migrating within, forming new tunnels and cavities. My cock, now reduced to less than an inch closes up to become my clit, as my scrotum, now my labia swells and winks with arousal.

Now fully female, I cum again, pressure and need not fully released from my male orgasm, as clear fluids explode from my womanhood. My inner thighs are soaked with girlcum as i ride out my female orgasm, inner walls clenching around an imaginary cock. I look inside my mind's eye, hoping to find my female persona smiling at me in afterglow, but she's not there.

She's me.