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Reborn
by Obsessive John (obsessive_john@live.com)
quick edit by AB-2008

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A man is given what he has always "secretly" dreamed 
of. (MF, tg, reluc, 1st, rom, fantasy)

***

Author Note: All publicly recognizable characters, 
settings, etc. are the property of their respective 
owners. The original characters and plot are the 
property of the author. The author is in no way 
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of 
any media franchise. No copyright infringement is 
intended. In other words I wrote this story and it is 
completely 100% fiction Don't have unprotected sex 
either unless you want to get aids and die.

***

Part 1

John was a lonely boy. Gangly and not to attractive. 
Thin in most places sort of wide in the hips, and no 
more than 130 pounds at 5'5". Not someone girls dreamt 
about as they slept. Just yesterday John had his 18th 
birthday. Unfortunately for John he did not have a 
party. No drinking, no music, nothing. Few people even 
realized John existed. In fact he only had 1 friend. 
His name was Brett. Now Brett was a very popular boy. 

Brett was 6' 220 pounds, making him pretty big. Brett 
was Quarterback for their high school team, very 
muscular, tan, a broad chin, pearly white teeth making 
a great smile, and his family was very well off. All 
the girls wanted him. Why he was friends with poor John 
was a mystery. They just had similar taste in things it 
seemed. They had fun together at least so no one really 
thought about it to hard.

It was 3am when John woke up. He was sad. He really 
wanted to have a great birthday party yesterday but no 
one liked him. It was his body he was sure of it. Why 
do I have to be so small and thin. If I was a girl I'd 
be considered attractive. John was still a virgin, and 
did in fact want to have sex with women. Although John 
did frequently dream of what it might be like to be a 
woman instead and make love to men.. Possibly even a 
good friend of his. Should he have been born a girl 
that might have been possible. With that John drifted 
off to the illusion world of sleep once more, and of 
things that he desperately wished was true. 

It was a nice day today, John thought to himself. I 
should go see what Brett's doing, maybe he'll want to 
hang out. Maybe go downtown with me. John and Brett 
loved to go to all the small shops there. You could 
often find many interesting things in those creepy, 
dusty places usually run by older foreign people. 
Chinese mostly, but a few others as well. John dialed 
Brett's number, ring, ring. "Hello," said the voice on 
the line. 

Hearing Brett's voice made John smile, he really loved 
the way his voice sounds, "Hey Brett what are you doin' 
today?" 

"Not much just sitting here smoking some pot watching 
football" said Brett. "Want to go downtown, check out 
some shops with me?"

"Sure Johnny boy, now?" 

"Yea right now, I'm pretty fucking bored here." John 
told him.

"Alright, I'll meet you down there in 15, I just need 
to finish this joint first," said Brett as he exhaled. 
Easy enough John thought. Brett doesn't usually turn 
down an invitation to hang out with me. 

To bad for John he didn't own a car so he had to bike 
it. Fifteen minutes after his talk with Brett, out of 
breath John arrived at their usual meeting spot. The 
corner of 4th and main. No significant reason why this 
was their spot, just had a bench so whoever got there 
first had a place to sit to wait for the other. As John 
pulled up on his bike, Brett was already there. This 
was no surprise since Brett did own a car. A corvette 
of all things, his parents did in fact spoil him. 

"Hey John," Brett waved him over.

"Damn Brett you always beat me in that damn rich boy's 
car." 

"Aww John don't be so jealous, you know I'll take you 
wherever you need to go if you just give me the word," 
John smiled at this, it was true, Brett was a good 
friend. 

Four hours, and 8 shops later John and Brett sat down 
on the curb to rest. John not having bought anything, 
having very little money admired Brett's purchase. They 
had stopped at a sport collector's shop where Brett had 
purchased an old Red Sox hat signed by Babe Ruth. It 
was an amazing deal, it only cost $300 dollars, which 
for Brett was nothing. Brett felt bad however, John not 
having any money to buy anything. 

"Ok one more store and I have to go skinny," Brett 
taunted John.

"Alright pot head, lets hit this Chinese store, I hear 
there is some cool old shit in there. Han Dynasty's 
finest artifacts." That's a little much for a name 
thought John, dumb china men should stick with 
something a little shorter that's easier to remember. 

This was one of those traditional old shops. They 
walked in, the bell on the door rang in greeting as 
they entered, also an alert for the owner. A thick 
layer of dust on many of the items inside, obviously 
untouched or cleaned for years. Among these were old 
Chinese weapons, long spears with blades, old suits of 
armor covered mostly in rust. 

"Holy shit look at this thing, I could cut your head 
clean off John! Swipe! There would be blood 
everywhere." Brett took one of the spears with the long 
blade on the end off the stand and started swinging it 
around playfully.

"Brett, knock it off, after smoking all that pot you'll 
end up killing me on accident." This quickly brought 
over the shop keeper. 

"Please, please boys you no be careful you get hurt!"

"Sorry guy, I'll put this thing down just relax," Brett 
told the very stressed out Chinese man. 

The Chinese man had a granddaughter near him very 
curious to what the two strange boys were doing with 
these spears. She took a few small steps closer to the 
boys as they had been playing with the spear. After the 
sudden command by her grandfather the larger boy had 
went to put the spear back in fear of being in trouble. 
Brett didn't see it coming at all. He turned around 
tripping. The spear and its large razor sharp blade 
falling in a path that would take the little girls head 
off. 

"Nooooo!" John thought as he lunged for it, grabbing it 
fractions of an inch before it would have decapitated 
this sweet little Chinese girl.

Everyone was speechless. The old man went to grab and 
tightly hug his beloved granddaughter. John and Brett 
couldn't speak. There was fear of going to prison in 
them for what almost happened. The old man suddenly 
turned around and stared at John. "Thank you very much 
sir, you saved her life." 

With the old man took out some small glass bottles 
wrapped in twine with a note folded between them. "You 
take this as gift from me for saving her life, no 
charge." 

Ten minutes later the boys were back at their corner 
still nothing to say. "Lets not tell anyone about this 
John."

"Alright, I don't need to let everyone know we almost 
killed a little girl today." John said.

"What did that guy give you anyway John? They look like 
a couple shot glasses or something."

"I dunno man, its probably just trash anyway, 
everything else there was." 

"Listen, I appreciate what you did catching that spear 
before what might have happened. I want you to have 
that Red Sox hat I bought."

"I don't know Brett, that hat cost 300 dollars, that's 
a lot of money."

"Don't argue with me and just take it you deserve it," 
Brett assured him."


With that John took the hat and the two friends went 
home separately for some quiet time reflecting on the 
days events. John got home just as the sun was setting, 
went to his room and laid down. He was not able to 
handle stress well and it wore on him quickly. It 
wasn't long before he fell asleep. 
3am. John saw his alarm clock. 

"I can't believe I slept for so long," said john in a 
groggy voice. Why the hell is my leg so cramped he 
thought? John reached down and fished out of his pocket 
the reason for his legs discomfort. Two glass 
bottles... John unwrapped the twine separating them and 
setting them down on his desk. 

Carefully unfolding the note, since it looked like it 
could shatter at any time. John finished this examining 
the parchment carefully. "The Green will give you what 
you desire, the blue will return things to the way they 
were."

John normally would have just thrown them away, but for 
some reason, the look in the old Chinese guy's eyes 
maybe told him not too. "What have I got to lose anyway 
right? I have no friends, no money, who cares." 

John examined the green bottle and wondered what would 
happen. "Is it going to make me taller and more 
muscular?" With that he opened it and downed it in 1 
swallow. 

The effects were almost immediate. John had never felt 
so much pain. It just hit him suddenly, like a truck 
going 70. Worse yet it was all focused in his abdominal 
and genital area. He couldn't stand it he pulled his 
shirt and pants off making himself naked. The pain was 
almost unbearable inside him, like he was going to 
explode. His virgin dick burned like it was on fire. 
Watching it, were it possible. It started to shrink! 

"What the FUUUCK IS GOING ON!?" John's scream did not 
bring him any relief. His penis kept shrinking away, 
disappearing completely. His testicles safely inside 
his scrotum joined his penis in a similar fashion. 
"What is happpeeeniing to meee...?" Then the pain 
lessened somewhat. John felt an expanding feeling 
between his legs, and a slight ripping of flesh. At the 
same time he notices his chest expand as if he were 
growing breasts, and he was. They stopped at a nice 36C 
cup size. Then as quickly as it started, it ended. 
Laying there naked with his new breasts and a dull ache 
between his legs, John was quiet. He lay there for 
quite some time recovering. 

Hours and much emotional turmoil later, John reached 
down with his right hand to rub the aching between his 
legs. He had never had a feeling like this before. 
Slowly his hand went down to explore his bald area that 
his penis had disappeared into. Sadness filled him 
until he noticed it. Two lips and another entry open 
into my body. "I have a pussy!?" John shrieked. 

"It must have been that green potion! Is what I really 
wanted was to be a girl?" There was no other reason, 
other than it had been a trick of some kind. Why would 
that old man trick her after she saved his 
granddaughter's life? John resolved to ask the man the 
next day. For now though she wanted to explore her new 
body. After all she had never had the chance to touch 
one before.

John's skin was on fire, she had been experiencing many 
new feelings in such a short period of time. What it 
was like to have breasts, to have a vagina, and also to 
get to touch them for the first time. All at once. It 
was fantastic. John started rubbing her vagina with her 
right hand which was already down there. Not 
understanding how to handle woman parts he did what his 
male brain would have told her when she was a man. 

She inserted a finger slowly into her new pussy very 
slowly. It felt very warm and kind tight. Meanwhile 
John used her other hand to massage the nipple on her 
new left breast. She grazed it at first, pinched it 
slightly. This paired with the finger in her pussy 
caused something to happen. Her body suddenly got very 
warm, her nipples hard, and she was very wet between 
her legs before she knew it. 

"Oh my god!" thought John. "This is the most divine 
feeling I've ever experienced. My pussy feels so good, 
yes I love having my finger inside it, shoving it in 
and out." 

John continued to finger herself for some amount of 
time before she managed to have an orgasm. Later she 
would know this was not a real orgasm, compared to 
things to come her way.

John passed out after this new experience. It was all 
to much for her new body and weak mind to handle. The 
night quickly turned into day when John awoke. BUZZZ 
BUZZZZ John's cell phone was set to vibrate obviously 
and made an obnoxious sound underneath some plastic 
that had landed on it. 

She got up padded over to her phone in her sexy new 
body, hips swaying back and forth (that by any mans 
standard begged to be bent over and have some hard 
flesh inserted) as she walked to the nuisance and 
answered, "Hello. Oh hi Brett what's up? Uh yeah sure 
ill see you soon." 

John hung up the phone. Damn she thought, Brett invited 
her over to his house to watch the football game that 
was on today, Packers vs. Vikings and smoke some ganja. 
I forgot about this body for a second. What would Brett 
say? I cant let him know he'll make fun of me. Maybe he 
should this is very strange.

John went to the bathroom to get ready, she took a 
shower, still a little weird with this body but having 
decided to give it a fair try. There was something very 
natural and desirable about having it. Inexperienced as 
she was to washing a woman's body, she just lathered 
her entire body and rinsed it off. Enjoying the spray 
of the water on her erect nipples, she dreaded turning 
it off and getting out. There would be time for fun 
with them later tonight when I get home she thought 
excitedly to herself. A thin line of fluid running out 
of her vagina at this thought. 

John stepped in front of the mirror to brush her hair. 
She was shocked when she first viewed herself. She 
still looked like her, him or whatever. Like John, but 
something was different. She seemed a little shorter 
maybe 2 inches or so. Her Hair had tripled in length 
and was now down to her shoulders. A long brunette 
color that seemed to reflect the light very nicely. 
There was also something about her facial features, 
somehow more feminine it was hard to comprehend for 
poor John. 

He also noticed he had no facial hair and no need to 
shave. This was a plus however for she despised shaving 
her face anyway. "I can tie up this hair for now and 
wear that hat Brett gave me, but what am I going to do 
about these tits? Oh! I can wear one or two of my old 
shirts I use to wear when I was little, they are tight 
and should hold them down nicely."

After John had put on the tight undershirts holding 
down her tits she dressed normally. Using some string 
she had in the house, tied her hair up in a pony tail 
and held it up onto the top of her head and put the Red 
Sox hat on. "Not bad if I do say so myself. I know I 
changed but will Brett notice the more feminine look to 
me? Or that I'm a little shorter? God I hope not I 
don't need everyone knowing I've become a woman 
somehow. I'd probably get locked up in some government 
lab."

With that John went outside got on his bike and rode to 
Brett's. It wasn't long before he was at Brett's door 
and knocking. Boom, boom resounded the door. "Get the 
fuck in here John, I'm to fucked up to get the door." 

Damn he must have been drinking too, he sounded pretty 
far gone thought John. Good for me anyway less likely 
he'll notice I'm a little different.


John went in and found Brett in the living room, laying 
down on his couch. "Hey John, 'bout time you got here, 
these fuckers are kicking the Pack's asses. 14-0 can 
you believe that shit?" He seemed to barely be able to 
get the words out of his mouth, like he was completely 
drunk or stoned by now, John couldn't tell which. 
"That's shitty, the Vikings suck. How the fuck are they 
beating the pack anyway Brett?"

"I dunno man I have been having a hard time paying 
attention anyway I'm pretty wasted. Hey if you want a 
beer or something there are a lot in the fridge, go get 
em dude."

With that John with that sexy walk she got over night 
walked past Brett into the kitchen. This is something 
Brett did not miss. He wasn't sure what it was but 
something was different with John and he was strangely 
aroused thinking about it. 

***

Two hours, many beers and 2 bowls of pot later. Brett 
very out of it , barely conscious in fact and John 
almost as bad sat there. The game over just music 
playing. The two had ended up on the couch together to 
smoke the pot. 

Sharing a bowl is the way to go with Brett. The two 
friends sit there side by side. John much more 
conscious of what's going on than Brett turns and looks 
at him. My god he was beautiful. I've never really 
noticed how good looking he is. I really wish I could 
see under his shirt. What the hell am I thinking 
thought John. This is my friend Brett, a MAN. 

I'm not gay, so why do I feel like this? During these 
disturbing thoughts John's body starts reacting as she 
admires Brett's body. Nipples hardening, her tight 
unused pussy moistening. Finally John realizes, it must 
be this new body. The hormones must have changed making 
me attracted to men now. Its so weird, but I cant help 
myself. He is so sexy, I really wish I could get him 
between my legs, it would feel so good.

John looked at Brett he was halfway laying down with 
John sitting on the far end of the couch at this point. 
"Is he even awake?" John slowly knees down on the floor 
and slides up so she was near Brett's hips on the 
couch. "Brett" John whispers loudly. She then pokes him 
softly in the side with her small petite hand. No 
response. 

"He must really be out." 

John, at this point out of control forsaking his good 
sense, mainly because of the alcohol and pot slowly 
starts to slide Brett's Shirt up his delectable, woman 
pleasing body. Up his shirt went, revealing a very nice 
set up abs all very defined. Up farther some very, very 
sexy chest muscles. Large enough to bench press 3 of 
me, she thought. 

John didn't know why but this was making her very wet. 
Brett is still not responsive, laying there dead to the 
world. John reaches her little feminine hand down the 
front side of her pants and rubs her pussy. She needs 
to relieve some of this sexual frustration from looking 
at a god of a man's body. How she could have never 
realized this as a man was beyond her. 

Just looking at him made her want to orgasm. After a 
couple minutes of rubbing her pussy her mind started 
thinking about more. I do have a pussy, Brett has 
something to put in it. I so do want Brett's cock deep 
in my pussy. John had a lot of thoughts that would 
normally have disturbed her but seemed so natural now.

Slowly she took her hand from her newfound pleasure 
pot. She took both hands and very slowly unbuttoned 
Brett's shorts and unzipped them. Even more slowly she 
starts pulling them down. "Wow, no underwear, how lucky 
am I?" 

Finally after what seemed an eternity, her prize is 
revealed. The most beautiful thing she's ever set eyes 
on. Brett's cock. A sight to behold. It had to be five 
inches long as it was. Just slightly hard as if the 
motion from lowering his shorts had aroused it. With 
one hand john touches it, wrapping her small fingers 
around it. It feels so wonderful in my hand I wonder 
what it would feel like in other parts of my body. 

By instinct John lowers her head onto Brett's semi hard 
cock. Slowly she parts her lips accepting this miracle 
of life into her mouth. She lets it slowly push her 
lips apart as it might if he were pushing it into her 
pussy. Inch after inch it goes in. John lets her tongue 
taste it, explore it and feel its texture. Around the 
base of his cock head she runs her tongue along the 
crevice savoring the flavor of his skin, wishing she 
could taste his cum. Brett's cock responds almost 
immediately by such loving attention. It grows inside 
her mouth, expanding, hardening... His cock had to be 
at least 9" long. John could no longer keep it all in 
her mouth and had to pull away. 

She sat back and admired it using her hands to rub it 
up and down. Imagining it inside her, thrusting and 
eventually ejaculating. These thoughts caused John to 
shudder. However this thought still seemed to disturb 
John a little, but the female hormones, combined with 
the alcohol and pot drowned out those unwanted 
concerns. All that was important here was this 
masterpiece of a man and this life giving meat pole 
protruding from his torso. 

Thinking with her new wet slit John's patience was 
wearing thin. She could not stop herself any longer. 
Slowly she released Brett's cock, and stood up. She 
took off the Red Sox hat, dropped it on the floor. 
Untying her hair and letting it fall to her shoulders. 
This was followed by the rest of her clothing and the 
tight t-shirt holding down her ripe new tits. Her 
nipples sprung to life, snapping out nipples hard, 
begging to be sucked on. Her feminine body aching to be 
fucked, she gave in. Her body was in command now not 
her conscious mind. She straddled Brett on the couch 
trying to be as careful as she could not to disturb him 
to much out of fear of waking him, and preventing her 
from completing the act. Aiming her steamy wet pussy at 
his cock she lowered herself. 

Down, down and onto it. Slowly It parted her labia and 
slid inside just a fraction of an inch. A pleasurable 
moan escaped John's lips. Slowly inch by inch, the 
inexperienced pussy slid downwards. Slowly and very 
enjoyably she was soon fully impaled on his cock. The 
feeling was indescribable. Having this thick cock deep 
inside her pussy was something she couldn't comprehend. 
How could this feel so good and so right? Slowly she 
rose up an inch and came back down. "mmmhmmmmm" John 
moaned, not intending to have let that escape her lips 
so loudly. 

Brett seemed to stir, from the movement and sudden 
pleasure in his baby maker of a cock. "Sarah, what are 
you doing?" he mumbled. He must think it is some girl 
he used to fuck. Wanting to take advantage of this she 
started fucking him. Up and down very rhythmic and 
steady. Enjoying the feeling of Brett's cock pushing 
fully into her moist channel. 

"Yes! Yes!" John almost started yelling being filled 
with this lovely thing, pushing her body down hard on 
it, trying to get as much into her as possible every 
downward thrust. Her juices started to run on him. 
Every time she came down onto that dick she could feel 
her pussy juice on her ass that had run onto his legs. 
Brett must be having dreams of drowning with all this 
liquid on him.

Suddenly Brett opens his eyes and looks at John. Part 
of him understanding it was John, his *male* friend, or 
at least supposed to be male, friend. The rest of him, 
the large majority saw the woman, the pink slit 
swallowing his hardened prick. 

Brett suddenly reaches his powerful arms around the 
very small weak John and stands up, kneels down, never 
once dislodging his cock from her nursing tunnel. 
Laying her down on her back he gets on her missionary 
style and starts fucking her like this is the last fuck 
he'll ever have. "OHmygod! Oohmygod!" John moaned. 

Brett's cock pistoning in and out of her pussy like 
lightning. Girl juice spraying everywhere as Brett 
pounds into her. John reaches her arms around Brett's 
head pulling him close and shoving her tongue into his 
mouth. Brett returns the kiss hungrily, greeting her 
tongue with his own. Never once stopping the thrusting 
into John's miracle of a pussy. John doesn't understand 
what's happening to her. She feels a strange feeling in 
her vagina. Her pussy walls tense up, like they are 
trying to grab onto Brett's cock, like they don't want 
it to escape. 

A warm feeling fills John. 

Suddenly with her clasping pussy walls grabbing onto 
Brett's cock, She feels it hit something hard in the 
back of her cum receptacle. She doesn't know what but 
it feels good. Suddenly, this warm throbbing feeling 
explodes in her pussy. Her first real orgasm. A feeling 
she never would have believed possible. 

Uncontrollably her pussy starts to spasm. Squeezing, 
and releasing around Brett's pistoning hard on. The 
male part of brain signals to Brett that this is the 
time. He in return loses control could that be possible 
at this point. He slams into John's pussy, cock to her 
cervix. Then as if it were planned by god, He erupts 
into her right as her pussy clamps down onto his life 
giving rod, causing many thick ropes of cum to spray 
her depths. Little is able to escape her thirsty womb. 
Her cervix drinks in his cum into her womb like it had 
been dying in the desert of dehydration. Gulp, gulp.

The orgasm shakes them both, as Brett holds his hard on 
deep inside John giving her womb that most precious 
gift. 

John controlled by his desires and his new body as a 
woman forgot about birth control and never stopped to 
think that she could now get pregnant. Read the next 
part to learn more of John and Brett, and the new 
addition soon to come. 

To be continued?
