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Mature Content

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I was a lonely guy, and I did a terrible thing. I know that now, but there’s a lot of good that came out of it too. I hope you understand that. I only ever had one friend in my whole life, Brandon, who did his best to tolerate me, and not much else. I was so jealous of him as well, jealous that he got the girls, jealous that people liked him, jealous that he wasn’t me I guess. I got messed up, and did something stupid.

I was an amateur chemist, and had inadvertently created a gender transformation potion a few weeks beforehand when trying to make a hair growth formula. I just wanted a girlfriend so badly, that I used it on him. Slipped it into his drink when he wasn’t looking. A few seconds later, and boom, there was a woman in my room, looking lost and scared and so beautiful I almost died. I hadn’t expected his mind to change too, but the potion had done more to her brain than I’d anticipated, the way she looked at me, I knew she needed a man.

We had sex there and then, moments after the change, and then a few times after that. I hadn’t expected such a response, I’d only been wanting someone to talk to, someone to woo, but she was in love with me from the second she came into existence. I’m sorry to say that most of what I knew about my friend disappeared that day, replaced by this beautiful woman that was just insatiable. We moved out of town a short time after that, she was sad that she had lost so much, but she loved being a woman, she loved her life. She loved me.

We married soon after, and she stopped getting sad. She took a few modelling gigs to earn some extra money, and soon was getting some quite lucrative offers. The modelling took a lot of the stress out of her life, and I encouraged it, but what she really wanted was to be with me. One night I found her down in the lab I’d set up in the basement, mixing what I thought was just a childish experiment. But a few days later I tasted something weird in my coffee. I gasped, knowing what it was, but it was too late!

A matter of seconds later, and there were two women in the house. We tried to make it work, but while the love was there, we were missing one specific thing between us. A local mechanic, body builder, was happy to oblige us our need for fulfilment, and came by as often as he could to make sure we were completely satisfied. I might have made myself a girlfriend, but I’d also made myself into a girlfriend too.