Series on OTGC: Sealed with a Dick Caps

A notification just sounded on my phone in Mike's leaving room. I just barely made out its ring from Mike's bedroom and over the sound of our fucking. Reminding me it's 8pm and that my name is Nathan - not Natalie. Reminding me that I took the Change Pill and that I need to go to the Urgent Care ASAP.

My ovaries, created from my balls when they pulled into me during the transformation, have been flooding my body with estrogen for 24 hours now. This is a negligable period of exposure, however 20 hours ago Mike shot a healthy load of semen inside of me which counteracted the reversal potential of the Change Pill. Every hour of countinued exposure beyond thirty hours begins to have permanent impact on my DNA. Unless I get professional help very soon to jumpstart my change reversal, I risk permanent feminine features.

Whatever male part of me left knows these technical details and that I need to stand up, break character, say thank you, and rush to the Urgent Care before it is too late. To stop being Nathalie. To stop talking like a bimbo. To stop screaming "That's right. Fuck Natalie harder! She wants it!"

It's just. . . the last six hours have been soooo fucking good. You really can fake it till you make it! Right now I don't even feel like I ever was anyone else but a woman. My body, my thoughts, my desires all have aligned with the character I made up. And let me tell you - she's like soooo happy right now.

I mean, look at what this cock is doing to my pussy. Look at how my lips cling to his huge cock, coaxing it back inside. Listen to my moans. Like, how could I tell Mike to stop now? Mike knows my pussy craves it and he's giving it to me so hard and good I don't ever want him to stop. I'm so close to another orgasm I'm not saying one damn word. I'm riding this dick all the way there.

Mike is so much fun. He was always a good friend. But he's even better being a female around him. We totally had the best time by the pool. I think the most fun we've ever had! And being in character really worked. Letting go was the best decision ever, and luckily Mike met me half way and made me feel comfortable. I wasn't even ashamed to grab him and tell him I needed his cock and have been thinking about it since yesterday. Having it in my hand made me feel so giddy.

He didn't laugh or judge me. He watched me purr like a little kitten as I stroked him. I wanted to make sure he was good and hard and ready to plunge into me.

And best of all, he even let me give him a blowjob later. I've been thinking about it since Katie pleasured my pussy with her tongue. What would it be like to use my mouth to pleasure Mike? I put on my bikini in the mirror realizing if I were really in character I would be the type of woman who loves to give blowjobs. And guess what?! I totally do! It was so much fun to take Mike all the way in my mouth, to give him all the attention. I mean, he totally deserves it. I was a little clumsy, but come on, it was my first time. Luckily Mike said nothing. He just smiled at me and nodded and said what a great job I was doing. He called me a natural! When he came there was so much of him it shot out of my mouth but I made sure to be a good little girl and clean up everything with my tongue. It makes me feel funny to say, but I really liked the taste of it and how hard he grew in my mouth before he came.

I'm still a little nervous I wasn't his best blowjob. Maybe with his direction and a little practice. . .

Oh fuck. I should go. I really should go. But being a woman feels so fucking good. What's another hour as a woman or two? Isn't it worth it? I mean, he's been going a long time, but he's bound to finish soon - right? I can wait a bit and then go to the urgent care after this.

I just need to stay in character a little big longer.

It's not like it's hard to do.

. . . And that's what is scaring me.

But that's totally stupid. I mean, I could have just as easily been born a woman, right? I mean, it's not like if anyone could see me right now they would have any idea I was ever a man. What if I had ALWAYS been Natalie? None of this would be scary at all and all my reluctance would be silly. I should just relax. This isn't an emergency.

Look at Mike go. God, I love having him inside of me. My phone just beeped again. And it's okay. I'm going to enjoy the last few minutes more and then politely excuse myself. Nothing will stop me from changing back. It's not like this is forever.

Wait a second. . . he's pulling out of me. Why? He hasn't come yet.

What is he doing?

Oh! Oh fuck! That's my! That's my. . . !

Oh no. Mike's not. . . Mike's not putting it THERE?!

Wait! Wait! I need to think about it before we. . .

1 YEAR LATER