TG STORY: FROZEN CHAPTER 3 (Patreon)

Whether it was something in the food we ate or simply the whiplash from changing genders, Nick was clearly not alert enough to drive so I quickly got in front of the wheel. The drive home was silent for the most part with a few loud groans and mumbles from Nick who was half-awake at this point. Although I was driving slowly, careful not to damage a car that I wasn’t insured for, my mind was racing well beyond the speed limit. I just couldn’t help but wonder how my life would change now because of this, what memories would be altered, and if I was responsible somehow for changing Nick back. Not that she would know as I briefly glanced over and saw how peacefully she was resting on the passenger seat as if this was just another night out.

A ticklish brush against my right calf indicated Nick's wandering thoughts. It seemed reclaiming her manhood was not at the forefront of her concerns. Her hand playfully caressed my nylon-clad legs, gradually making its way upward, exploring the terrain beneath the hem of my dress.

“Here’s a little sneak peek for later.” She whispered seductively beginning to come to. As I focused on driving, I felt powerless to the heat of the moment as her hand raced even further up my legs until she reached the edge of my panties. I instinctively winced and bit my lip. Expectant of what was about to happen. Delicate waves of pleasure emanated from my core as Nick skillfully massaged, careful not to snag her manicured nails on my tights. Nick seemed like a master of this, as if she had meticulously mapped out every contour of the female body. I began to feel my face and ears flush with blood as I let out a quiet yet high-pitched moan. My face and ears flushed with blood, and a quiet, high-pitched moan escaped my lips. Despite my legs twitching with every squeeze from Nick's palm, I kept my foot firmly on the gas pedal.

Making it back to Nick’s apartment was somewhat of a challenge itself. Reality had corrected itself to make it so that Nick had always been a woman. Additional things such as the concierge working that night, or her unit number had altered too and with an incapacitated Nick, the process took so much longer than it needed to. Upon entering her apartment, I found Nick to be doing well for herself as a woman, her suite was spacious and recently furnished and embarrassingly much better organized than my own place.

Placing Nick’s arm around my shoulder I removed my heels before helping to remove hers and we both stumbled our way to her bedroom. We both landed on the queen-sized bed exhausted and with such force that our bodies just lay there motionless for a few seconds. In a flash of excitement, Nick abruptly sat up and pulled me by my stockinged legs until we were close, and we proceeded to make out. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t expecting this to happen or if I wasn’t enjoying this myself.

I wasn’t sure what to expect having sex as a woman. Ever since I had changed, I viewed it as some sort of forbidden territory being in a body that wasn’t my own. This night with Nick (or Nicole now?) all inhibitions were out the window. From the massage tease in the car to the make-out session now, I realized I had been waiting a long time for this.

After a few passionate kisses back and forth, I made the nonverbal cue for Nick to take the lead and she began to undress me. The hem of my peach dress was lifted over my shoulders before being tossed carelessly on the laminated wood floor.

While Nick was unclasping my bra, I stopped her to say “Are you okay? Do you remember anything?”

“All I remember is how much I’ve wanted this. Why didn’t I ask you out sooner?” She replied seemingly unable to understand what I was really asking.

Before Nick could pull off my tights and panties, I stopped her once more and said “Can I keep these on? I don’t feel comfortable taking off anymore.”

Nick replied cooly “Okay I’ll keep mine on too! You look sexier this way! But don’t blame me if you wake up with tons of tears in your tights in the morning!”

We proceeded to take turns caressing, fondling, groping each other, and performing all kinds of sexual positions. I hadn’t watched much porn even when I was a man, so I was drawing on a limited pool of knowledge. Nevertheless, as the night unfolded, I became more comfortable in my female body. When Nick licked the tips of my erect nipples, I felt sensations I never felt before as a man. It was like being able to see a broader range of colors. The way my long hair draped over my naked back, the way my nylon-clad legs brushed up against hers, I could feel all of it.

Nick then began to climb on top of me and she started to grind her groin against mine. I yelped as the pleasure elevated even more. With each grind and thrust, we both continued to moan in higher and higher pitches, until we were almost in unison, a lust-filled duet. While Nick bent down to line my neck with kisses with her boobs spilled out over mine, and her long dark hair getting in my face, I tilted my head to the side and noticed the digital alarm clock in the room was frozen.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I stared at the clock, rendered incapable of reciprocating the kisses and caresses from Nick. The realization hit me like a sudden revelation. How had I not seen it sooner? The frozen state of the alarm clock, the absence of messages on our phones, and the eerie silence on the usually bustling streets outside—all pointed to one conclusion. Time had frozen once more.

Feeling a flood of both rising stress and pleasure, I knew I needed to tell Nick to stop. However, with her straddled on top of me, I realized she had me pinned down better than I thought. It could have been my imagination, but she also felt heavier than a few seconds earlier. Before I could get a word out, I started noticing how strong Nick was. With each thrust I could feel her strength increasing, realizing just how much energy she still had stored up.

I started to panic more as I began to realize what was happening to Nick. This whole time I never once considered that as much as the anomaly could turn a man into a woman, it could also turn a woman back into a man. While I felt some hope for myself that if Nick was turning back to normal, I could as well. At this moment, however, I was still very much a woman, and this was the last situation I wanted to be in.

My eyes darted to my crotch as I began to feel something finger-like drive itself deeper and deeper into my vagina. My mind didn’t even want to fathom the physical intricacies of a clitoris morphing into a penis or even the very idea of being penetrated by a man in a situation like this. With each thrust, however, louder and louder moans began escaping from deep within my mouth which did nothing to dissuade Nick. Paralyzed with a mix of fear and pleasure I looked up at Nick whose physical appearance had begun to revert to his usual self. His long hair had now receded and must have measured no further than his shoulders which were also broadening and gaining muscle mass. His large breasts which I had groped just a few minutes earlier were now nearly flat. Nick even sounded like a man now, his sultry gasps now replaced with rough grunts.

The climax approached faster than I had anticipated, and it caught me completely off guard. With one quick thrust, I suddenly felt Nick inside of me, and I could feel the girth of his penis continue to grow.

“Was his penis always this big?” I thought to myself inappropriately. Recognizing my enjoyment in its size.

I glanced down and realized my tights were now full of rips and tears. I felt a large tear around my crotch which is probably how Nick was able to get inside of me. Reality must have adjusted once more as I didn't recall Nick physically ripping my tights, same for the life-saving condom I felt wrapped around his penis which I don’t remember him putting on either. 

With Nick almost completely back to his normal self, his large size and muscular thrusts rocked the bed up and down so hard that it felt like a rollercoaster. With one final thrust, we both climaxed, and I could feel myself beginning to lose consciousness. I could feel Nick pull out and his body slumped down on the bed next to mine. Lying there, on the cusp of sleep, I noticed the ambient sounds of the city slowly seeping back into the room. The earlier hushed silence, a byproduct of the temporal anomaly, gave way to the familiar hum of urban life.