But in the exact moment his alternate personality took over and pushed him into the backseat. Randy watched everything, what followed, but wasn't able to intervene. Rhonda, how he had called her, explored two days of sucking dicks, getting fucked and teasing random guys, until she finally came too. Only minutes later Randy was back in his body and in charge. Randy wanted to prevent happening this in front of his best friend. But too late.
"Dude, did you...just turn into...a woman in front...of my eyes?" Martin stammered.
*"I wanted to avoid this, but you didn't let me go. My mind will change in a few...oh..."* Long lashes ran over Randy's eyes, while he shut them for a moment. The eyes opened again and revealed a different look. *"Hello young man, I'm happy we finally meet each other. I'm Rhonda."*
"Eeeehm..."
*"There's no need to be shy. You want my luscious tits; you stare at them all the time?"*
Martin shook his head, but his eyes found another spot to stare at. He fixated Rhonda's plump lips, which said: *"It's ok sweetie, I want you to stare at my tits. You can even suck on them like I'll suck your dick."*
If this had happened with any other person, Martin would have been in paradise. But Rhonda was his best friend. How could he dare to have any sexual interaction with him, even when he looked like a dream of plastic and Botox. While Martin thought very hard, Rhonda had already sat him on the couch and held him her bare tits into his face. Before he knew it, he buried his face between her big silicone bags.
The next three days were a fuckfest. Fourteen times drained Rhonda cum from Martin, who even bought her some clothes. In reward she made fucked him even in the cabin at the shop. He made her smile, she him afterwards too. When Martin thought, he'd have a spare minute from being a fucktoy. But in the same moment two mounts of silicone were put on his shoulders, while a manicured hand reached for his dick. Meanwhile Martin turned his head and licked on one of Rhonda's nipples.
On the third day of endless sex Martin prepared breakfast for Rhonda, which they ate finally for lunch. Exhausted from his numerous sessions he came quickly. But then something happened, that Martin confused a bit. Not that she hesitated, but she has been eager to sit on his dick. While he wasn't able to make her cum before, it seemed to be easy this time. After some minutes of fucking on the kitchen desk Rhonda threw her head backwards and screamed loud. Then she collapsed on Martin. Still panting she raised and said: *"Thank you, bro"* Her hair turned brown, while she climbed off the kitchen desk. A second later, her breasts were gone and her nails shortened. "I've been without her for fifteen days, but then I necessarily needed to finish a project for work and bam! Rhonda took over." an androgynous Randy said.
"Wait, we fucked fifteen times." Martin thought loud "Does it mean, Rhonda has sex for the number of days, you've been in your own body?"
Something worked in Randy's head. "You're right. As far as I can remember, Rhonda fucks as much as I stay in my body." He thought for a moment. "Within a year I can make enough money to spend another one on vacation."
Martin raised an eyebrow. What was Randy up to?
"Here's the deal: you order me a hooker once a week and, in a year, Rhonda takes you on a 365-days-sextour. You're in?"
# One Year Later #
Martin's phone buzzed; Randy sent him a video. He opens it:
*"Hey my stud! I hope, you packed your bags, I'll pick you up in 25 minutes."*