First Person Shooter

2028 A.D.

"What the fuck is this?"

Chad was angry. He crossed his arms and settled his weight to one hip. Chad, Joe and I had been playing Terrorist Strike 3 on multiplayer for the last week. There's not much to do since university was canceled due to the latest pandemic scare. I'm getting sick of these things.

We were engaged in a strike on an enemy camp. Then our Total Immersion Units dissolved into a flood of pixels and we were standing in what looked to be the empty banquet hall of our old private school. . . our bodies changed from muscle bound troops to three collegiate ballerinas in tights.

"Welcome you three. How long has it been since high school graduation? Nine months?"

"Holy shit, is that you Sissy Pete?"

"The one and only."

"Well, I'll ask you again. What the fuck is this?" Joe and I laughed. The last time we saw Sissy Pete was when Chad beat him up one last time after graduation.

"This is my new multiplayer game. I call it Dance Lessons."

"Well, it looks like something you'd make. You still dancing ballet like a sissy boy?"

"When I'm not programming, yes. I'm first in my university freshman class. Quite successful."

"Oh my god. Who is that guy?"

"It's me. Pete. I've been working out since last summer. I'm going to be playing this game, too — but as myself. Let's get you three prepared to play."

"No way! We're not playing anything!"

"Then why are you all walking towards the mirror and lining up? You seem ready to play."

"Holy shit, Chad." I said as we stepped lightly to the wall. Our bodies moved gracefully - as if they were programmed that way, as if we had always been women. "What's happening?"

"I'm not sure."

Warm-Up

My leotard had just been torn. I didn't care. Realizing I was a woman had already made a strange new heat build between my thighs. I swayed my hips as the cool air met the moist lips of my new pussy. For some reason this aroused me all the more. I understood the situation clearly and how exposed we were. Now there was nothing between my pussy and anything that would happen to brush against it.

Pete's Avatar was strong. And, to my nervous surprise, quite handsome. I stuck out my ass a bit more as he ripped a hole in Joe's leotard. It was instinct — as if hoping he would notice my ass was better than the other females at either side of me. My leotard ripped a little more at the tension my movement created, allowing my ass to bulge out in its new oval frame.

Chad stood to my right, a look of concerned annoyance on his face. Pete spoke. "There. All ready."

Chad growled. "I can't believe this is happening."

Pete shrugged. "Well, believe it. Also: since you were the biggest bully, you're first."

"I always knew you were gay, Pete."

"Ha! Far from it. You should see the women I get now that I'm in college. Anyway, enough talk. I'm sure you can feel the emptiness growing in you. A female body knows what it wants naturally. See. You are all getting on your hands and knees in preparation!"

We barely noticed our bodies had shifted into a new position. Pete settled in behind us.

"Okay, Chad. Let's see if this program is working correctly. I've turned the pleasure response 40% higher on this simulator. I think you'll find it quite enjoyable."

I can't speak for Joe, but my pussy was dripping wet in anticipation for what I knew was about to happen. My eyes searched Chad's for any concern. He grumbled to himself but I didn't see him moving to change the situation. If he stood and fought Joe and I would follow suit. We were a gang after all. And gangs stick together.

Pete slipped in and such a moan came from Chad's lips that Joe and my eyes widened. Peter's cock spread him wide. I think he thought he would have time to think up a good plan. Until the monster slipped in.

I know now that when a cock this big is stuffed in you it's hard to think of anything else. It becomes a palpable presence in your pelvis. After it happens you cannot think of sex being any other way. It feels so right. You naturally are won over by it. You become completely receptive. The feminine takes root aggressively in the depths of your belly and spreads to the peaks of your tits then to the rest of your frame. Your hips buzz, ready to rock. Ready to fuck. This is how nature ensures you coax a load of seed from your lover's equipment into the depths of your womb.

Chad's hips were buzzing. He cooed, trying to play it off. "W-what are you doing?"

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Peter drove deeper.

Chad stuttered then moaned in confusion. "I can't believe you're fucking me. . ." (Disbelief I now know was femininity beginning to envelop him from its root where the head of Peter's penis met its deepest point within his new pussy. His nipples hardened to market caps by this time.)

Pete patted her ass. "Believe it. I am. You're tight, Chad. Do you like how my cock feels?"

Chad turned to the man behind him, his eyes searching Pete's muscular form, supposedly in critique — but it was hard to see it through the desire Peter's cock was creating in his pussy. I looked across the room at the exit signs and then back at Chad's face. "We can make a run for it, Chad. Just say the word." My pussy disagreed with me, but I had to at least make an attempt. "Chad?"

Peter's cock was becoming coated in Chad's feminine juices. Pete lightly held Chad's plump, pale little ass and rocked his womanly hips back and forth.

"Come on. Don't be shy. Tell me how my cock feels inside of you. Would it help you open up if I call you Christine?"

Chad moaned at the increased attention. Our ears perked up at his response.

"Maybe. . ."

I watched, everything as if in slow motion. I realize now this was when the wall between Chad's feminine nature and his psyche crumbled. In the next moment, my wall followed.

I flipped over. I couldn't take it anymore. It was too much for my mind to handle. This body. My tits. My aching pussy. I was a woman.

Peter spoke. "By all means, Bryan. Please pleasure yourself. I know it must be quite conflicting to see your friend so accepting of his new form. Let your fingers teach you what he is learning."

I moaned, my fingers settled over my clit, quickly falling into the consistent motion it needed to find climax.

"Pick a name for yourself."

"What?" My eyebrows raised.

Peter spoke back sternly. "NOW!"

"Brandy! I'm Brandy."

He nodded in approval. "You always kicked me on the ground after Chad beat me up. For this I have maxed out your clit's pleasure to 100%. Does that work for you?"

I nodded and moaned.

I watched Chad, now Christine. I was getting off to him being fucked. I wanted my friend's pussy to be punished, just like I wanted it for my own.

Then, on his own accord, Christine rocked back a few times taking Peter's cock deep into him. By then his hand had grown rather light on her ass, allowing her permission to begin moving on her own. Learning to fuck like a woman. I watched her self-denial as if in slow motion. She fucked him for a few more strokes and then she smiled and lifted himself from the floor to get into a better position to fuck from. No longer would she be passive. She was now a willing and active participant in getting what her pussy craved.

As if to reward him for his compliance, Peter began railing Christine. Her ass bounced pleasurably with each thrust. She moaned unhinged moans of pure pleasure.

She was seconds away from her first orgasm. Peter's cock took her there. It tugged at Christine's pussy. Filled to the brim her asshole quivered in knowing expectation.

Joe and I watched in disbelief. Then, desperate for his turn, Joe jumped up and moved to Christine's right side. He fell to all fours and presented his pussy for mounting. The proceedings had won him over. His wall had fallen.

"Easy, Josephine. It's Christine's turn right now," said Peter.

"Yeah, and I'm next!" I only realized what I said once the words had left my mouth. Oh fuck, did I actually want his cock inside of me?

Jo sighed. She had torn her leotard wide to prepare for him. By now the room was filled with the sweet bouquet of our three pussies. Peter was indeed a master programmer. I breathed in the scent and my nipples hardened in expectation of my first fuck as a woman.

"I want to make sure when I'm done with Christine that she logs into my game on her own accord. I want her to be a regular user." Peter patted her ass. "Does my Christine want that?" She cocked her head back and mmm-ed loudly.

When Peter said "regular user" I was taken to the edge. This was not a one-time payback. It was a conversion. I shook slightly, the onset of my orgasm, my mind filled with the implications. Fuck Terrorist Strike 3. We were playing a new game. And the stakes were high. I came, thrashing violently on the floor, juices spraying from my pussy. Joe's eyes brightened and immediately started working her pussy behind her to achieve the same result.

Peter smiled. "If you want to be a regular user, Christine, you'll have to convince me." He patted her ass. "Do you understand?"

"Yes!" She moaned.

With that he pulled out of her and fell to his back.

He didn't have to wait long. Without losing a beat, Christine leapt to action, desperate to get his cock back in her pussy.

Let's just say she was very convincing. . .

I was so thrilled when she paused for a moment to taste herself on Peter's cock. I had been craving it for the last minute. Now I knew blowjobs would be on the table. In fact. . . they were really on the table.

"Christine. You've convinced me. Do you want me to keep this game server active?"

"Yes!"

"I expect you to be on every night this week. I haven't even begun to make you a woman yet. Who knows, maybe I'll even let you be my digital girlfriend."

"Really?" Her mind had been melted by the attention to her pussy. She gazed at Peter so longlingly.

"Yes, but first it's time to score your dose for the night. I'm ready to come. I want you to take it in your mouth. Will that be a problem?"

Before Christine could answer her mouth was already around his shaft.

She drank her reward, every bit of it. I could tell from her moans it was sweet and she was desperate for more.

Finally it was my turn! My pussy was tender and ready for Peter.

And let me tell you, it was fucking amazing.

Pete sat back and let me ride. He could last. I took myself through orgasm after orgasm. My fluids coated Peter's pussy liberally to account for friction. It didn't matter. My pussy was made to tough it out. It did.

Of course Christine had to jump in and beg for attention.

She displayed herself so wantonly for Peter. Occasionally mumbling to herself, "Will he really be my boyfriend?" She had been washed of all anger, all male bravado, any bullying nature at all. Chad presented his fingers to her to give her something to do.

The next time I saw Chad in public he was in a dress, in make-up, with shaved legs. He was wearing a blonde wig and swaying around the mall looking for bras he could stuff until the surgery. I was actually doing the same thing. We chatted about our hormone replacement therapy as we moved through the lingerie section.

Christine smiled, her lipstick perfectly applied. "Josephine already got breast implants. They're huge."

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