Perception Shift, Part 1 (MtF, FtM TG) (Patreon)

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By FoxFaceStories

A Story Prompt Tier for Rilby

Jason is a young man out for a fun experience at the local club. But while trying to pick up women, things start to go very strange as others instead treat him as if he is a hot young lady named Sabrina. Jason tries to set the record straight, but every time he acts against this new perception, his body begins to shift ever more to match it instead. Worse, it appears that Sabrina is caught in the same perception shift, only she’s taking his life!

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Perception Shift, Part 1

It was called The Qube, on account of the building’s large, square shape on the corner of Wesson and Hitch. The ‘Q’ was, presumably, just because it sounded cool.

Or ‘Qool’, Jason thought to himself. It’s certainly the right place to be.

He was a young man, only twenty two years old and in the prime of his life, and like many young men he had one ambition in life: to enjoy nights out on the town and take his hot girlfriend out for some wild dancing and sex later. Technically that was two goals, but for he and her, it was basically the same thing.

Can’t have a proper good time on the town without getting it on with Tiffany, after all.

His prospects weren’t bad. Jason Steller was a good-looking man with an impressive height of six foot one, which was handsomely tall without being too freakishly tall as far as most women were concerned. He was fit, being a regular visitor to the gym and an avid sportsman, and he’d had the good genetic luck to be born with an impressive square jaw, handsome blue eyes, and sandy blonde hair that was naturally messy in a devil-may-care kind of way. Even his voice worked for him: deep without being too brassy. Confident without being too cocky. It had led to quite a few scores for him on nights like these, and he certainly planned for more if he ever broke up with Tiff.

But unless things go wrong, why would I? She’s a total package. Just check out that ass.

She was meeting him outside the club, and had dressed in the kind of outfit that drove him wild: a tight green cocktail dress that hugged her lovely rear and pulled in tight against her itty bitty waist. Her bust, which was a B-cup, looked more like full C’s from the way they were lifted, but it was her ass he’d always loved the most. Tiffany was white, with blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, but she often bragged that she had the ass of a fine black woman, and who was he to disagree? He walked up behind her sneakily and had a quick squeeze. She whirled about, first in anger, then in joyous surprise.

“Jason, you absolute perv!” she exclaimed.

“How can I not perv on a woman looking the way you do, babe,” was his response. “You look fucking hot.”

“Mhm, so do you. Come here.”

She placed her hands over his shoulders and drew him in closer, kissing him deeply. She tasted like strawberries.

God, even her lipstick is fucking hot, he thought. If her tits were just a bit bigger she’d literally be perfect.

It was a thought he’d had more than once, and it did make him feel slightly guilty. He knew she wanted bigger tits too, but didn’t want surgery or anything, so she used push-up bras and the like.

I just miss being able to suck on a nice big set of milkers. Heh, Stacy Ackerman’s were something else. They were like full double-D’s or bigger.

But he cast those thoughts aside and put his hand around the waist of his girlfriend, who leaned against him lovingly. She was real affectionate, and he appreciated that: it let him show her off to others. Plus, she could dance up a storm against him, which was also a nice show.

“Shall we head on in, hot stuff?” he asked.

“Absolutely! I’ve heard great things about this place. Plus, some of my friends are in there. You remember Kade?”

Ugh. Fucking Kade. Always trying to one up me and show his dominance.

“Yeah, I remember Kade.”

“And Sabrina is there as well! She’s so lovely.”

“Is that Kade’s new girlfriend?”

“No, just a new friend of mine that I met at uni. Seriously, she’s lovely. You’d get right along. Of course, that’s not the real purpose of tonight: I want you to show me off and then I can reward you tonight.”

Jason had to concentrate to avoid getting a little hard.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered in her ear as they approached the front of the club. “And multiple times, at that.”

“Mhmm, that’s what I like to hear.”

***

Things got off to a damn great start for a Friday night. Sure, Jason wasn’t all that happy to meet up with Kade again, who was just as annoying as he remembered. He was just slightly taller than Jason, and slightly bigger too, no doubt on account of being the captain of the local football team. He also had a way with the ladies too, and perhaps it was because he was on the prowl that Jason found himself annoyed with this non-rival.

I’m probably just jealous that he can choose what pussy he wants, instead of being saddled. Not that I’m saddled. Tiff is hot as all fuck.

And yet . . . the reminder of not having freedom was there too. Thankfully, it was drowned out quickly by life’s greatest solution to immediate problems, and causer of the next set: alcohol. Tiff practically dragged the three of them to the bar to order shots, and soon they were laughing and reminiscing and enjoying the dense vibe of the music. The Qube was a loud place, lights blaring, colours wild, the masses dancing and bobbing their heads to the trendy music that thrummed right through one’s bones. It was as much an experience as it was a location, and Jason was loving it, especially because of the way Tiffany was moving. She rocked her hips from side to side, looking hot as all hell, particularly as her ass pressed tight against the fabric of her dress.

He too danced to the music, and though he didn’t have the best moves, he certainly moved with less awkwardness than Kade, who had gone a bit separate to try and find some women for a one-night stand, and so was hanging around the bar area. It made Jason’s night better, particularly when Tiff pulled him out to dance and practically grinded against him. He drank some more shots, feeling wonderfully full of life himself, and wondering how things could get any better.

And then they did get better, and somehow worse at the same time, because a fucking gorgeous woman who was a total eleven out of ten came into view across the dance floor, moving towards him with her full breasts heaving in her tight red dress and taking his breath away.

“Oh my God! It’s Sabrina!” Tiffany declared. “This is the best! I was scared she wasn’t coming!”

“That’s Sabrina?” Jason said, trying not to marvel at the woman. Somehow, her very existence bumped down the ratings of all the women around her, even Tiffany, who he’d considered a nine or ten himself. She was now a seven at best around this woman. Sabrina had dark olive skin of indeterminate origin, with eyes that were a startling slate grey. Her facial features seemed at least partly Eurasian, her hair dark and wavy and resting on one shoulder. She had a perfect hourglass figure with hips even wider than Tiffany’s, and an ass that was just as good. Her breasts were immense, though not badly so: they were a pair of cantaloupes that must have been F-cups at the least, and were threatening to spill out of her red dress.

But even beyond all the male gaze, he was struck by her expression. It was flirty, it was dangerous. This, he recognised, was a woman who was hot as the fires of hell itself and knew it, and intended to use it. This was a woman who had a burning need to use that body and use it well.

Fuck if I don’t want her right now. Jesus, be strong Jason.

But averting his gaze was like looking away from the sun, especially when it came to those perfect tits! They were teardrop shaped, perfectly formed. Clearly natural from how they bobbed in her dress. She stepped forward on heels and smiled, and it was a smile that lit up his world.

“Jason, this is my new friend Sabrina! Sabrina, this is my boyfriend Jason.”

“Lovely to meet you,” she said, in a voice that was slightly husky, borderline sensual.

They awkwardly shook hands, which made her giggle. He strained his eyes to keep his gaze on hers, and not on her body.

“And you,” he said. “Tiff here tells me you’re at university?”

“Art degree,” she said. “Functionally useless, but I like it. The lifestyle of the artist. It’s all very freeing and different.”

“She enjoys the romance of it all,” Tiff teased, and Sabrina giggled in response.

“True! Plus, a true artist isn’t tied down, which means I get to have all kinds of fun on the town when I go out, just for the . . . experience. And the men.”

Tiff gave a teasing whistle, and Jason laughed a little too loudly.

“Well, that’s great! Shall we all hit the dance floor?”

“I can introduce you to Kade!” Tiff said.

Jason’s brain reacted with anger: No! Don’t do that! There’s no way I’m letting fucking Kade get with a woman this hot. That just wouldn’t be . . . fair.

But it was too late, and the evening took a turn for the interesting and weird and frustrating, all at once. The four reunited fully, and Kade was instantly struck by Sabrina, clearly head over heels obsessed. All the men nearby were, but Sabrina was only window shopping, it seemed . . . for now. They danced and drunk together, and despite himself Jason asked her questions and got to know her more. She was twenty one years old, and had only moved to the city in the last few months after travelling a lot of the world. She loved being free to do what she wanted, and was always keen for a good time, even ‘experimental ones’, whatever that meant. She in turn asked about him, and Tiff gave as many enthusiastic answers about what a great boyfriend he was as he gave awkward ones trying to reach for something interesting to say. For the first time in literal years, he was flustered in front of a beautiful woman. It was maddening!

Eventually, after getting tired, the four of them retreated to a corner booth.

“This is so fucking awesome!” Tiff squealed, pressing herself against him, already a quite tipsy. “I fucking love you, man!”

“Yeah, I’m well into you as well, babe,” he replied.

“No, no!” she blubbered on. “I mean I fucking love you! Seriously, we’ve been together a year and I’ve been wanting to say it. You’re the man for me, Jason Steller. You're . . . stellar! Ha! I seriously big L-love you, and I’mma make out with you. Right now.”

She did, pressing herself against him in the booth they’d organised. They kissed, but Jason couldn’t find it in him to repeat her words back. Instead, his eyes wandered to Kade, who looked at the spectacle with some amusement, and then to Sabrina, who grinned somewhat mischievously, in a way he couldn’t quite interpret. Tiff didn’t seem to need an ‘I love you’ back, thankfully. Instead, she caressed him slowly, being quite the huggy drunk. But all the while, Jason couldn’t help but feel a sense of absence from her.

***

It was nearly an hour later when things came to a head. Kade was bragging about his sports prowess and trying to convince Sabrina to come to see one of his games, and she seemed distinctly unimpressed. Jason left to get everyone more drinks, and Tiffany commented again on how wonderful he was, and how lucky he was going to be that night.

Fuck, I bet I will. Just need to get that hot fucking Sabrina out of my goddamn mind.

He visited the toilets first to relieve himself, and once he was done he headed for the bar. But he was stopped by Sabrina, who was suddenly in the backroom by the toilet entrance, still looking like a vision of sex and eroticism in her tight red dress, her perfect olive breasts pushed up into that mammoth cleavage.

“Hey there,” she said.

“Uh, hi. Are you waiting on the toilets-”

“I was waiting on you, silly,” she replied, her voice quite kittenish. “Buy me a drink?”

“That’s where I’m headed,” he said easily, though things didn’t feel easy at all at that point. “Is Tiff okay?”’

“Oh, she’s fine. But I think we both know from the way you’ve been looking at me all night that I’m spectacular.”

Oh fuck, she noticed. She noticed a lot, he thought.

“Look, Tiffany is my girlfriend. I only just met you, but-”

“But you can’t keep your eyes off me,” she said, moving alongside him as he headed for the bar. “And I know you want me. We could have a little bit of fun together, you know. Nothing major, nothing longlasting. Just a quick little quick one, ha. I bet you want to feel these big tits, don’t you?”

He looked down at them automatically. He wanted to feel them so fucking bad it was making his dick go from half-mast to full near-instantly.

“Look, I don’t know what impression you have of me, but I love Tiff.”

“You didn’t say that before, when you had the chance,” she said, pressing herself against him. “And I have no fucking interest in letting that Kade asshole stick his cock in me. This pussy wants a guy who actually impresses it, and that’s not boasting jackoffs like him. But you’ve wanted me from the moment you saw me, and you get flustered despite being a big, hot hunk of a man. I like that. I find it cute. And naughty. C’mon, no one will be harmed. We can just have a little fun.”

It was too much for Jason. Far too much. She was pressing against him, her lips close. Those full, luscious lips. Those heaving breasts. That sweet scent of whatever perfume she was wearing.

He kissed her, and the two embraced.

“There’s a little nook nearby where no one will notice us,” she whispered in his ear. It was the hottest thing he’d ever heard.

It was a good prelude to the hottest sex he’d ever had.

***

Why the fuck did I just do that and why do I want it again so bad?

It was the prevailing voice in Jason’s head as he fixed up his hair and clothing. The sex had been short but wild, and sure enough he’d even sucked on her large dark nipples, savouring their taste and texture and making her moan like a whore in heat. Afterwards, she’d grinned, giggled, and gotten right back to normal.

“Over and done, just like that?” he asked.

“Just like that,” she said, still smiling. “And that was good. I liked the temptation of it. The risk. You did too. Now, I can focus on other men. Don’t worry, I doubt they’ll hold up to you, but I like to be quite, well, slutty on a night like this. I’m not wearing this dress just for show, after all. I want men to shop.”

The comment made him chuckle, and perhaps it was just the after-sex glow, but he felt good about it.

Now I can go back to Tiff with no guilt. Just a little fun sex on the side and now I can feel satisfied and not worry about cheating. Again.

It was a warped logic, he knew but it seemed to work for him. So the pair exited the little closet nook where they’d fucked so briefly and fantastically, only to run straight into a woman with a sour expression on her face. She must have been a little older than them, but she was short, squat, and pretty plain to look at. And angry, too: her arms were crossed, her expression fierce.

“I know what you did,” she said. “I overheard you near the toilets, and just now. It’s digusting.”

“Lady, do we know you?” Jason said.

“No, and you never will. I just came here for a good time, but also because I know places like this are rife with awful cheaters, just like my ex-boyfriend. Now I get to dole out punishments for people who act like him and the hussy he ended up with, and make them appreciate just how awful it is to cheat. That’s what you were doing: cheating.”

A shock of fear went up Jason’s spine. Fear of being caught, fear of Tiff finding out, fear of Kade holding this over him.

“Look, I don’t know what you think you heard, crazy lady, but-”

“I heard everything.”

“And we don’t give a shit,” Sabrina said easily. “We don’t know you. Do you know us?”

The woman’s expression was even more sour now. “I don’t, but insofar as I know cheaters, I have a sixth sense that lets me-”

“Well, we don’t care,” Sabrina said. “Go find a low-range boy willing to put up with those plain looks. I’m going to go dance and find some other guys. Jason, you get the drinks and spend some time with your friends.”

She said this to Jason, who nodded and began to move away from this weird woman, who continued to speak as they shifted out of her view.

“I’m cursing you both!” she declared. “You think it’s okay to cheat just because you’re attracted to each other? Well, why don’t you try a little empathy? I’m going to make sure you never get to stay in control of your lives again! Enjoy being stuck as each other, because if you’re willing to cheat for one another, then you get the whole prize, you sickos! Just like my ex did! Consider yourself hexed!”

Fucking crazy person, Jason thought. Seriously, who the hell talks like that? Was that why she had a weird pentagram tattoo on her arm or something?

He went and got the tray of shots from the bar, paying easily but feeling a little distracted. He almost didn’t notice the bartender say, “enjoy them ma’am,” but he ignored that, assuming he was talking to someone else. Instead, he walked back to the table. Weirdly, people didn’t move around him like they usually did: his imposing frame made it easy to move through any crowd, but now he had to duck and weave. Worse, some of the guys were looking at him strangely. One even pursed his lips and made gross kissy noises.

“Shake that ass, hot stuff!”

“Oooh, daddy like!”

“Hey hot chick, you’re a total ten. Want to dance?”

“I’ll buy you a drink?”

It was like some weird prank on him, and one that was pissing him off, especially since one man got close enough to let his hand wander almost to Jason’s ass. He smacked it away with ease and stared daggers into the man’s face.

“Don’t you dare fucking do that to me again or I will deck you, got it?”

“Jesus, kitty has claws!” the man said, though he did back up. Several of his mates cracked up.

“Don’t do it bro, she’s got that crazy eye look.”

Why the fuck are they acting like I’m a woman? And why aren’t they looking me in the eyes?

They were looking, in fact, at his chest, which he assumed was just them sizing up his figure for a fight. But there was something weirdly . . . lusty in their gaze. Perverted. He took the tray of shots and kept moving.

“Leave her alone,” some woman said. “Dickheads like you are the reason girls travel in numbers. Back off, assholes.”

Jason passed her, but she placed a hand on his arm.

“Do you want me to escort you?” she asked. “I can pretend to be your friend.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m fine,” he said, smiling awkwardly, not even sure what to make of this. “But thanks. Those guys are just being weird.”

“They’re just being horndogs. Your dress is amazing, by the way. I wish I had a figure like that.”

What the actual fuck?

He separated from the woman, not even acknowledging whatever weird group prank this was, and made his way back to the table. Tiffany lit up to see him, and weirdly enough so did Kade, his eyes going wide as he took Jason in.

“Finally! The drinks!” Tiffany cried. “But Sabrina, where is Jason?”

Jason stopped, halted. Tiffany was many things, but a prankster - especially while drunk - she was not.

“What did you just call me?” he said.

“Um, Sabrina?” she replied. “Come take a seat girl! I can’t wait for my man to return! I want to get fucked up!”

But Jason was lost, his mind racing as he tried to ascertain what the hell was going on. One thing was for sure: things were already fucked up.

To Be Continued . . .