Time To Unwind

The door slowly opened as Scott entered his apartment sluggishly. It had been a long day.

Closing the door he realized that even though the work day was over he still had quite a bit of things to do before he could finally relax and unwind.

He quickly took his shoes off as he lowered his shoulder bag down next to the door then proceeded down the hall into his kitchen.

He flipped the light on and emptied his pockets of his phone, wallet and keys onto the small countertop.

He leaned on the counter to compose himself for a moment.

"One more day, just gotta get through Friday and another pointless meeting then the weekend" he said to himself in a somewhat cheerful but sarcastic manner.

He glanced over at the oven clock and saw it was closing in on 9pm.

His phone buzzed, it and saw it was a text from his boss.

"I'll be back in tomrrow, we need you in extra and bring the report!"

"Damnit" he whispered as he pushed himself off the counter heading for his bedroom.

It had been over a week since he had cleaned his clothes. He had worn his last clean pair of underwear and realized he was running low on most everything else too.

Entering his bedrom he flipped on the light revealing a rather dirty room with clothes thrown all about.

Scott groaned realizing that even more work laid ahead of him.

Quickly he collected all the loose dirty laundry and threw them into a collapsable basket in the corner of the room.

Looking at his stark white but messy bed he quickly straightened and tucked in the sheet only to quickly admire the now clean and made sleeping area.

With a brief exhale he picked up the basket and walked out of the room flipping the light off as he headed back down the hallway.

He waddled with the basket back down towards the front door where his small washer dryer combo sat in a skinny cubby area.

Without so much of a second thought he shoved all of this clothes into the washer and quickly added a cleaning pod.

Turning the dial to regular he went to head back down the hallway when he tripped on something causing him to fall.

After regaining his composure he glanced over and found a pair of black pumps.

"What the hell?"

He reached over to pick it up, slightly shocking himself as he touched it. He had't remembered seeing these earlier when he came in.

Scott shrugged and figured they were left by a chick he had brought home the week earlier. Why she had forgotten them he had no idea, maybe she was still a little drunk when she left?

Whatever, he got back to his feet and dropped it next to the other one then headed towards the kitchen not realizing that a large purse now sat where he had left his shoulder bag.

Each step he took he shrunk a small amount. Once he reached the kitchen he had gone from his 6 foot 1 240 pound figure down to a to a 5 foot 4 160 pounds one.

He walked into his adjoining main room and turned the tv on.

He flipped through the channels until he came to a movie he had seen a few times. It was a pretty cool but sterotypical over the top 80s action movie where the hero slowly woos over the smoking hot bad girl turned good kick ass love interest.

He had always found the actress very attractive especially during the beach scene. However this time all he could focus on was the hero, his strong physique, his muscles, his funny lines.

Damn... this guy's hot is all Scott could think in his head. He began to feel odd, almost horny.

He quickly shook the feeling off and soon realized he was just swooning over a guy.

Scott began to feel a little concerned. That was really weird.

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, "It's gotta be these long hours."

He somewhat aprehensively shrugged off the weird feelings as a symptom of his exhaustion and headed back into the kitchen.

Popping in a quick microwavable meal and setting the timer for 5 minutes Scott sat down at the small table next to his counter.

He glanced over to the tv to see that ever memorable beach scene. The hero had slyly and somewhat comically made his way up to the heroine who was sunbathing.

She had glanced up and taking her shades off.

Her huge breasts had always gotten a slight rise out of him in the past but once again he was drawn to the hero, specifically his six pack.

"You know you'll burn out here without the right kind of protecton."

"From what? The sun or that flamethrower you scorched D'Angelo's men with?"

Scott closed his eyes for a moment and began to picture himself in the heroine's position. The warm sun keeping her comfortable. A soft breeze flowing through her hair and the occasional man oggling her pefect curves, tits and ass.

Scott's short hair had started to slowly grow until it went past his shoulders while his face turned more dainty and delicate.

His semi chapped and mundane masculine lips slowly morphed into soft, defined and perfectly feminie ones.

His long angular nose shrunk in forming a small cute one as his eyelashes and brows filled out and gained more definition.

All Scott could feel though was the hero slowly rub sunscreen on his feet and moving his way up his legs... his torso... his breasts until finally he leaned in for a...

The microwave beeped immediately pulling him out of his day dream.

Scott looked around rather nervous, the heroine was playfully laughing as the hero stripped off her bikini.

There was something seriously wrong here and Scott was on the verge of freaking out.

He knew he wasn't gay, it was something else. It had to be.

He stood up, grabbed the remote and flipped to the next channel. It was one of those modeling shows. Not his cup of tea but definitely some hotties to look at.

He inhaled deeply and only to realize he had a full fledged erection in his pants.

"Fuck me. What the fuck?!"

He walked over to the microwave.

"Ok... you're just tired. Nothing weird here just need a good night's rest."

He opened the microwave and pulled out the meal, grabbed some utensils and sat back down.

He began eating one bite at a time as he watched the women walk down the runway. Looked like they were showing off some sort of summer line.

"I wanted to to wear the A-line for my outfit as it's a classic design. I choose to do a new twist on it..."

Scott began to think not so much about the woman wearing the pretty attractive dress but rather the dress itself.

It looked really comfortable and definitely eye catching. He could see himself rocking one of those out and about.

The feeling of freedom that comes with wearing a dress was exhilerating. He began to imagine himself wearing a basic white one with a nice pair filling out the top, long hair flowing freely. It would be more than enough to attract some hot guys. It would be an easy dress to pull up if one of them wanted to...

Scott lurched for the remote and quickly turned the tv off knocking the remainder of his food to the floor.

He was now officially freaking out, why were these thoughts invading his mind? Where were they coming from? Having a guy bend him over to... "I gotta get to sleep" is all he could say.

He stood up with haste and headed down the hall towards the the washer.

"I'll clean the food up in the morning. Just gotta put the clothes in the dryer, brush my teeth and get to bed."

He made his way to the washer, 2 minutes left. Pretty good timing.

To kill the time he looked into the the washing machine as it was on its final cycle, starting and stopping quickly as it drained out the water.

That's when he noticed something off. Was there a bra in there?

The washer stopped again and he could make out not one but three bras.

It started again only to stop. He could then make out a what looked like a skirt?

The washer started again and then stopped.

Scott's eyes widened in horror. He saw a large white item, was that the A-line dress he had just envisioned?

The alarm blared as the washer stopped.

Scott frantically ripped the door open and began grabbing the clothes. One after another he pulled out women's clothes.

A bra.

A look of fear came over his face.

A few panties and thongs.

"N...no."

Skirts.

"No."

Skinny jeans.

"Please no!"

Scott's arms and hand began to lose all their hair as the shrunk down to a petite size. His nails extended slightly past his fingers.

Blouses.

"This can't be happening!"

He reached in one final time and pulled it out, the white A-line dress.

Scott dropped it and ran into the bathroom.

Without even looking at the mirror he flipped on the faucet and grabbed a handful of water and splashed it into his face.

He kept them covering his face as he tried to analzye his situation.

This had to be some kind of joke. Someone must have put those clothes in there. There was no way all of his laundry changed into women's apparal.

He slowly lowered his hands and looked at the mirror.

His stomach dropped as he saw a woman's face looking back him. Not only was it female but it was hot. It was the face of a woman you'd see in your office. The one that you always fantasized about. The sort of quiet girl who you knew was a freak in bed.

He stepped back in horror nearly tripping on the bath mat.

He knocked over a bunch of stuff, looking down at it he saw it was nothing but makeup, skin care and feminine hygene items.

He glanced over to the shower and saw what looked like a large dick suctioned cupped to the tile wall.

Scott screamed in fear and much to his terror a woman's voice was heard.

Running out of the bathroom Scott could only think of one thing. He had to get to his bed. His bed and sleep would make this all better.

His entire apartment was completely different from the picures to the furiture even the paint.

He felt his sides cramp up and he staggered towards a wall, his entire torso began spasming.

Fighting through the discomfort bordering on pain he lifted his shirt up to see his waist shrink in as his hips flared out.

The worst part of it all his dick was completely hard.

"No please no! Stop this!"

He quickly shut his mouth as hearing his new voice was too much.

As his body continued to become more and more feminine he pressed forward to his bedroom.

Barely able to stand he flipped on his light and saw that his room too had changed.

Everything was just so... girly.

There were string lights hung from one wall with framed pictures of the woman he saw in the mirror along with others he had never seen before in various cute poses all around even a large vanity mirror which had leggings hanging from the top of it.

Scott felt a jolt of pain in his groin which knocked him to his hands and knees.

His clothes began to tear and melt away leaving nothing but his bare body.

"Oh God please I don't want this! Please! Please make it stop!"

Another jolt in his groin. Scott began to pant in between joints. The sound of his voice making these noises was both terrifying and arousing.

He looked down at his penis.

Jolt after jolt shot through his body and with each one his penis got smaller and smaller.

"Please don't! Please turn me back! I didn't do anything to deserve this!"

In one final desperate act Scott grabbed for it trying to pull it back.

A massive jolt shot through him both pulling his penis in and shooting his ass out.

The pain slowly began receding as Scott slowly caught his breath. He still had his hands on his crotch but could now feel just a slit.

He began rubbing it slightly but quickly pulled his hand away in fear.

It seemed it was over. Still on his hands and knees he slowly crawled over towards his bed. Maybe sleep could still help him.

Reaching up Scott slowly once again got to his feet.

He looked over to the vanity mirror and saw a very petite girl. She definitely had that cute but also hot look about her. This was the kind of girl that was into just about every kink. The kind you'd love to see ride a dick.

He looked at himself up and down and couldn't help but notice he was still completely flat in the chest area.

A shot of hope came over him, he could possibly work with this.

He shook his head, "No stop. Sleep. Sleep will fix this."

He looked over to his bed, it still was the same white sheet, only it had more pillows on it.

The big change however was the large green vibrator resting on the middle of the bed.

Scott quickly swatted it off and awkwardly crawled into bed.

Not even flipping the light off or getting under the covers Scott lay starring at the ceiling.

"Whoever or whatever did this, I'm begging you to change me back... please! I want to wake up how I was. I'm a guy not this chick... whoever she is."

He slowly closed his eyes trying to force himself to ge tired.

As he lay there the thoughts of the action hero popped back into his head.

"God was he hot. I bet his dick must be massive... I'm sure it would fill me right up."

"No! No!"

More thoughts began to flood his mind.

"That dress... all those clothes. There were so many possibilities, so many combinations. All that makeup! I could turn heads and raise cocks!"

Scott squirmed, "No please I don't want to be fucked. I'm a guy! I need to think about chicks. I need to think about nailing some hot girls like that one from last week."

Immediately the image of the girl popped into his head. The red head with the huge tits. Scott tried his best to picture his time with her but quickly it went to those pumps in the hallway.

"That slut forgot her shoes. I guess they're mine now."

"What the fuck! Stop, I need to get those thoughts out of my head!"

He thought of the food on the floor in the kitchen. He thought of him bending over to clean it up and getting fucked by the action hero.

He thought of the tv, the news anything but it always came back to the same thing. It always turned girly and eventually lead to him being fucked by the ripped action hero.

Scott opened his eyes, he was between a rock and a hard place.

He wasn't going to let these thoughts take over, he was still Scott even though he looked more like a Scarlett now.

He looked over to the ground and saw the vibrator.

All he could think about was going over there, flipping it on and rubbng it all over his vagina. It would be the first in a long series of times using it.

"God that's gotta feel sooooooo good."

He shook it off. The feelings were getting too much for him. He was about to lose it. Slowly he began tearing up. There was nothing he could do, this new personality was taking over and whatever he did, whatever he thought of would immediately turn to dresses, to makeup, to... sex.

He could feel the sobbing coming on but suddenly the a thought popped into his head.

"Don't fight it. Steer right into it."

If he didn't fight his urges and instead satiated them maybe he'd alleviate them once and for all and change back. It was as good a tactic as any.

Wiping away the tears Scott stood up and cautiouly approached the vibrator.

He reached down and picked it up.

Thoughts of pleasure ran through his head. Orgasm after orgasm. Moans of estacy.

Scott just let them come as he walked back to the bed and laid down. Sure enough the disappated.

"That worked, give in and all will go back to normal!" he thought.

He flipped on the vibrator. It buzzed to life in his petite hand.

Immediately all the knowhow on how to effectively use it flooded his mind and as fast as they appeared they were gone. He knew what he had to do and how to do it.

He slowly brought it in closer and began to run it around the edge of his clit. It tingled.

The tingling started to build to something more. It was turning to pleasure.

The thoughts of the action hero fucking him came in.

Applying make up.

Getting fucked in his bed.

The pleaure increased.

Hooking bras on.

Riding the shower dildo in her bathroom.

The vibrator increased in intensity.

"Wait, what's happening?!"

Doing her hair and putting on stark red lipstick.

"No. This isn't suppose to be happ..."

A spirt of pleasure shot through Scott.

Walking into her office, the same one he'd... no she'd worked at for years in a nice blouse and pencil skirt.

Being railed in the supply closet.

Scott let out a moan of pleasure.

"Wait... this feels..."

Laying on the beach in a particular revealing bikini and looking over her massive tits at some ripped guys walking by.

"Mmmm..."

"Wait no! Someone help me no! This wasn't suppose to happen. It was suppose to change back I was suppose to become..."

He shoved the vibrator into her vagina.

Scott let out a soft "Oh my god" as she began rocking forwards and backwards as if riding it.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she finally orgasmed. She let out a scream of pleasure as two D sized breasts shot out of her chest.

Slowly Scarlett lowered the intensity of the vibrator as she had a few twitches run through her. She let out a small smile as she finally shut it off and pulled it out.

She she sat up slowly, "Fuck! I really needed that."

Work had been getting to her and she had needed to unwind. Her boss had been out of town for the last few week and she had no one to fuck while on the clock.

She got up and walked into the hallway. Her wet clothes were all over the floor.

She giggled as she picked the up and put them in the dryer then starting the load.

She walked into the kitchen and saw the mess on the floor. She grabbed a paper towel and bent over exposing her ass to no one in particular.

"I REALLY needed that" she giggled.

She threw out the food and turned the TV on.

The modelling show was rolling credits, "Awww I missed my show."

She flipped the channel down one. The 80s action movie was still on but appeared to be in the final moments.

The hero had saved the heroine who had a change of heart and ended up helping him defeat the bad guys in the end.

'Hellooo... who do we have here?"

She grabbed her phone, now with a pink and white case, and walked over to the couch.

Sitting down she began rubbing herself as the hero took the heroine in his arms and kissed her.

"Are you blown away yet baby?"

"Depends? With the bazooka you used to take out D'Angelo or with that cannon you have down there?"

The hero grabbed the heroines tube top and ripped it off as he pushed her onto a nearby bed and began fucking.

Scarlett knew it was cheezy but he was hot and she was still horny.

Her phone buzzed, it was her boss. The previous message was gone and replaced by a kissing emoji.

The new text read, "Be in extra early, I have a surprise for you!"

Scarlett smiled as she imagined her boss and the action hero double teaming her.

She pulled out a spare vibrator from under her couch and kicked off round two.

It was time to unwind.