[TF/TG] From Student to Master - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Stuart stared up at the glittering skyscraper with awe and no small amount of irritation. Since going back to his own humble apartment for the night wasn’t exactly an option, he’d followed the address on Lisa’s ID and it had led him here. Montague Towers, one of the most luxurious and expensive apartment complexes close to the university. Of course a trust fund baby like Lisa lived here instead of slumming it in the modest on site accommodation.

“Good afternoon, Miss Marino!”

The footman, because of course there was a damned footman, greeted him. Stuart watched as his eyes subtly dipped, no doubt taking in his cleavage and short skirt. He could see desire burning in the young man’s eyes, matched by his own before he swiftly quashed it. It had been the same all afternoon. After fleeing his office, Lisa’s scent still lingering on his skin, he’d seen the eyes of each man he passed appraise him. The constant attention was new; to be the object of every man’s desire filled him with an uncomfortable excitement he wished he could ignore. He couldn’t help but wonder just how easily he could lure any one of them in. What would it feel like to have them touch him? To be inside him? He knew it wouldn’t be too difficult and the temptation was hard to fight. The truth was he couldn’t stop thinking about how it had felt to be fucked against that desk. To let Lisa hold him down and pound into him till he so full of pleasure he couldn’t string a single thought together. What would it feel like to take this man into the nearby alley and let him take him up against the brickwork?

He shook his head to clear away the fantasies, said doorman taking the gesture as a dismissal. With a look of disappointment, he opened the door and Stuart walked in without making eye contact again. He was desperate to be somewhere private, away from prying eyes where he could get himself under control and think of a plan.

The lobby was marble tile with plush couches, decorated vases filled with exotic flowers that probably cost more than his entire months’ salary lined the walls. It made Stuart ache with jealousy, the amount of money these people had. He felt a stab of satisfaction knowing Lisa would have to go home to his apartment with its three small rooms and ally side view. He took solace in knowing she was suffering at least a little bit. Maybe if he was lucky, she might be unable to handle living in comparative squalor and call to demand they change back. He wasn’t holding his breath though.

He swiped Lisa’s key card and the elevator door closed. Finally alone Stuart sagged against the far wall, taking in his reflection on the mirrored surfaces that surrounded him. His lips were still dark pink, almost bruised from the intensity of the make out session with his former body. His clothing was just rumpled enough to suggest they’d been removed and hastily put back on. No wonder that doorman was staring. He needed a shower; he was sweating and stank of sex but the idea of getting fully naked made his insides clench with want. It was too tempting. He bit his lip and watched as his bust rose and fell with his breath. He may not have looked it right now but he was a grown man for God’s sake! He had to get a hold of himself.

The elevator doors opened straight into a penthouse suite near the top of the tower. He walked into a kitchen and dining area three times the size of his home and felt his lip curl. Perhaps he could pocket a few trinkets while he was here, it was the least Lisa owed him. After stumbling through far too many superfluous rooms he finally found the bedroom; it was themed in pink and black, with a circular canopy bed right in the middle like something out of a romance novel. The walls were decorated with erotic art, showing a number of men and women tangled together mid coupling. No accounting for taste he supposed, he couldn’t help but notice all of the women were blue eyed and blonde, just like his current body. Strangely, there were no cupboards or even a dresser though. A girl like Lisa was bound to have quite the collection of outfits so where on Earth were they?

The first door he tried lead to an ensuite big enough to be the main bathroom in any normal house. The sight of the shower immediately filled his mind with thoughts of steam and his own naked silhouette. He slammed the door shut, swallowing and shaking his head to clear the images. Only half paying attention he moved to the only other door available, swinging it open to find…clothes. Racks and racks of clothing and shelves lining the walls, a low round seat in the centre and several mirrors. It was the largest walk-in closet he had ever laid eyes on, hell he’d seen department stores with less space and product!

He wandering in slowly, mouth agape. Drawers of jewellery glittered as he opened them, racks of shoes taller than even his original body took up an entire wall, not to mention the sheer volume of outfits; everything from evening dresses to work out gear. Lisa could wear a new outfit every day and not run out for years with a selection like this. A shower might be a bad idea but he could at least find something else to wear here. There had to be at least one simple, non-suggestive outfit.

First things first though, he had to get out of these dirty things. He glanced around for some sort of hamper but found none. What he did see however was his own reflection in a large full-length mirror. His blonde hair was mussed, his lips still that deep pink. As if in a trance he walked closer, unlike the elevator and bathroom he knew he was totally alone here, nobody was going to disturb him. The knowledge that he could take his time, look as much as he wanted without being caught sent a thrill through him.

Mesmerised, he watched himself slowly unbutton the blouse in the mirror, sliding it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Next, he unzipped the skirt and let it fall around his ankles so he was left looking at his reflection clad in nothing but that lacy bra and panties. The panties were cold, still moist from all the juices that had leaked from him in the bathroom and afterwards in the office. Forgetting his plan to avoid seeing his new body naked he reached for them. Turning to the side so he could see his ass in full as the fabric descended. There was a tattoo he’d not noticed before, just above his hipbone; a tiny heart. The panties slid off smoothly, fully revealing his round peach like ass, the skin shone slightly under the bright lights. Peeling them off further he felt the wet hair pull slightly before throwing them to the side. The air felt cool on his pussy lips making him shiver as the damp hair was exposed. He traced his fingers from his navel up to his chest, coming to rest on that single button which held the bra in place. Even after a day he’d become proficient in flicking it open without issue. He shrugged the bra off his shoulders, feeling the lace scrap softly against his skin as it fell, and beheld the naked form before him. Mind finally catching up with his hands he froze, fingers poised above his stiff nipples. This is exactly what he was trying to avoid. Stuart’s mind filled with images of this body on its knees, one hand pressed against the mirror as his breath fogged the glass, fingers pumping in and out of his wet hole.

He swallowed; Getting dressed. Right.

Tearing his eyes away from his own reflection he went in search of underwear first. After several shelves full of swimsuits, earrings and even scarfs he finally found them. A chest of drawers filled to the brim with bras and panties, none of which Stuart would consider every day wear. Thongs, bikini pants, high rises and a few that were barely more than strings; there was every possible colour and style available except perhaps plain white or beige. He riffled through the selection until his hands brushed against the softest fabric he’d felt yet. Pulling it out he was surprised to find a thong made of the deepest wine-red fabric. It was barely more than a waistband with a patterned lace front. As he held it out, he couldn’t help but notice the slit straight down the middle; they were crotchless.

How could she even wear these? Yes, the material was soft on his fingers but wearing it couldn’t possibly feel good. Could it? Temptation and curiosity began to build within him as he imagined what his round ass would look like with that stripe of deep red in its cleft, how his hair would appear poking through those swirls of lace at the front.

He slipped his legs through the thong and slowly raised it up his body. Feeling the soft waistband slide across his smooth legs. The lace tickled at the skin and hair around his crotch and he could feel the fabric at the back parting his ass cheeks ever so slightly as he pulled the lingerie into place. He was wrong; the thong had moulded to his body so well he could almost forget it was there, like it was an extension of his own skin. He turned in the mirror, admiring how the deep red colour contrasted against his milky white skin. It seemed to accentuate the curves of his hips and ass and he could even see his wet lips through the slitted material. This tiny swatch of fabric not only made him look incredible he felt it.

Suddenly the thought came to him, was there a bra to match? Now completely caught up in the whirl of clothing he didn’t hesitate to return to the drawer in search of an answer. It didn’t take long to find where Lisa kept her bras, all neatly folded to show off the patterns on their cups. He saw what had to be this thongs partner immediately. That same wine-red colour called to him as he picked the piece up. It was sheer and silky with no underwire or form to it. The thicker lace atop the cups was a spiral, drawing the eye straight to where his nipples were sure to rest. This bra wasn’t practical, it was designed for aesthetics only, to show off a woman’s assets. Assets Stuart now had in spades and found himself desperate to flaunt, if only in private.

There were no clips or hooks to undo, he had no choice but to lift it over his head and pull down, somewhat awkwardly pulling his arms through the loops. The material stretched, smoothing over his skin and sending tingles down his spine. It was a struggle to get it over his breasts though, the tight fabric immediately started pressing against the sensitive skin and he felt his nipples harden in response. Poking through the sheer material they were impossible to ignore in both the visual and tactile sense. He removed his hand, the tight band at the base of the bra snapping into place, raising his breasts ever so slightly and pushing them together.

He ran his finger under the curve his boobs, feeling the sheer material from both sides. He could see a blush rising on the skin left uncovered by the skimpy garment and judging by the burn he could feel in his face, his cheeks must have been in a similar state. This was confirmed when he finally walked back to the mirror to behold his half-dressed form. He looked ready for a photoshoot; without thinking he posed, sticking a leg to the side and running his fingers through that long blonde hair. The dark colour of the outfit, if it could even be called that, called attention to every curve, every shape of his new female body. He could see the dark mound of hair silhouetted behind the lace, his nipples pressing through above.

Without taking his eyes off the mirror he stepped back, sitting down on the rounded seat so he could lean back and spread his legs. The crotchless panties moved easily, lace parting to frame his wet pussy. Desire swirled within him as he looked, he could no longer deny how much he wanted this body, especially now that he knew what it felt like to be touched. Moisture began to form in his folds and he observed as it slowly dripped onto the seat.

He watched, hypnotised as his reflection in the mirror moved, a hand slowly moving across his hip toward his crotch. He could feel the lace beneath his fingers, then the roots of his hair as it slipped into the slit in the fabric. The temptation to go further, to watch himself in the mirror fingering that wet pussy, was almost impossible to fight.

He swallowed down the desire and looked away. He came here to get dressed, not to get off for the third time in a single day. Still, it took more effort than he would have liked to walk away from the mirror and back to the clothing racks. He felt electric, every touch; the carpet on his bare feet, the rub of lace against his nipples, even the tickling of his blonde hair against his shoulder seem to fan the flames inside him.

Desperate for a distraction, any distraction he grabbed the first hanger he could reach and held it against his body. A short black club dress made of some sort of faux leather. Instantly he could see it in his minds eye, himself in this dress in the middle of a club; dancing, breasts bouncing in time with the music.

He threw it to the floor and grabbed another.

A pair of white tights, perfect for yoga or jogging. This time it was his ass, bobbing up and down as he ran through the park, an obvious wet stain on the front of pure material.

Each time his eyes fell upon a new outfit it happened, he could see this body, see himself, in these outfits. He knew how good they would all look on him. How amazing they would feel against his skin. The tightness of leather, the flow of a lose skirt, the luxury of silk.

He wanted to try them all.

Nobody would ever know. Even Lisa couldn’t prove he’d tried her things on. Feeling giddy he pulled on the leather party dress, enjoying how to squeezed his body and pushed his boobs up even further. Posing in front of the mirror without hesitation he smiled. It was tight enough to hold in all his curves but he could tell all it would take was one wrong move and his breasts would fall free. The idea exhilarated him. If that doorman saw him now he’d be hard in an instant, he was sure.

Eagerly he removed the garment and grabbed for another. He had always treated clothes with a utilitarian view, they were necessary and practical. Now in this body, it was an experience. There was something freeing about Lisa’s feminine physic that just made life more fun and inherently sexy in a way Stuart could never have experienced before the switch. Even in a comparatively modest summer dress Lisa’s body was sensual and magnetic. Perhaps it was the knowledge those decidedly naughty bra and panties were hiding undeath the layers but no matter what Stuart tried on he always looked ready to be ravaged.

Original goal vanished from his mind completely, too enthralled with playing dress up. With wide excited eyes he regarded the room, the sheer variety available for him. He made it his goal to try as many items as possible.

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Lisa watched with hungry eyes as Stuart once again took liberties with her body. She’d set up a number of hidden cameras in her apartment months ago in order to film herself and various beaus for later enjoyment. Now the live feed was giving her exclusive access to Stuart and her old body. She’d watched with baited breath when Stuart entered her closet, pouting with disappointment when he decided against touching himself. The idea of watching her own body dressed in that lingerie, desperately finger fucking itself while watching in the mirror was so hot it made her moan at the thought.

Lucky for her though Stuart had decided to put on a different kind of show. She leaned back in the plush office chair and put her feet up on the desk, reclining while she enjoyed the performance. She watched her ass and breasts jiggle as Stuart ripped the clothing off after each try, the way different outfits accentuated her considerable features. She had always known she was sexy but now she could fully apricate it. Her perfect hourglass figure naturally drew the eye to her curves, the roundness of her ass and fullness of her chest. She was glad she’d sprung for the HD screen; she could make out her nipples, hard as diamonds, beneath the sheer bra. She closed her eyes and sighed as the memory of those nipples under her tongue. How hot it had been to feel her body shiver at the touch. The taste of them in her mouth.

She was getting hard now just thinking about it. Stuart was bending over to pick up a skirt, ass on full display in the middle of the screen. She could see the stripe of red parting his ass cheeks aimed directly at the camera. It had felt so soft under her strong, rough hands. She’d felt so powerful squeezing that sensitive flesh and watching as those blue eyes dilated in lust. With deft hands she unzipped her fly and reached inside, taking the length in her hand. She could still smell the pussy juices on it from before. She’d never seen her pussy from that angle before; it had been beautiful, flushed dark pink with want and dripping wet.  She wondered what it would taste like, what it would feel like to run her tongue down those folds and feel Stuart quake beneath her.

He would quake too. It had felt incredible, watching her own face so helpless and desperate to be touched. The way her pretty pink mouth had hung open when Stuart lost himself under her touch, how his cheeks got more and more red from humiliation and desire. A featherlight tough to her former breasts and he’d been hers for the ravishing. Feeling that soft pliable skin under her hands had been so hot, even better than she’d imagined back in the lecture hall. He’d been powerless against her in this strong new form; it had been so easy to hold him down and make him beg for it. Even now she could hear the breathy gasps he’d made when she’d taken his nipples in her mouth. Stuart was in the skirt now, posing in front of the mirror, pushing up his breasts so that those nipples slipped out of the bra slightly. He looked cocky and confident now, so unlike a few hours ago when she’d looked down on him wet and wanting. She was going to have to take him down a peg or two.

Lisa’s hand gripped her new cock tighter, slowly beginning to pump up and down as she remembered how it had felt to fuck herself. She’d watched her pussy leak as her cock ran over the folds, with each stroke parting them slightly further and allowing her to see even more. Stuart had wriggled and writhed under that touch; she could see in his eyes that he wanted it and hated himself for it. That warm wetness had felt so good coating her cock, it had been hard to hold back and not plunge into it immediately.

She knew the moment she’d entered that tight hole fully that she couldn’t just do this once. The power and pleasure she’d achieved dominating Stuart was addictive. Being engulfed in that heat had been indescribably good but what made it better was the sounds he had made with her voice. The desperate moans had turned her on more than anything in her life. The way he’d clung to her broad shoulders, unable to even hold himself up as she’d bucked into him with abandon. She remembered that feeling now as she continued to pump her new cock; Stuart’s male hands felt so different to her pussy; they were rougher, with callouses that made her shiver. She couldn’t help but wonder what her old hands would feel like on this cock, her old mouth. Her hands were so dainty he’d probably have to use both to cover her new length. She could make Stuart do that for her, hell, she would make him want to do it. A few well-timed strokes with her fingers and he’d be hers for the taking all over again.

Then, when she had teased orgasm after orgasm out of him, she’d slip back inside her old pussy and revel in the tightness there. She’d make him cum around her cock again, she’d fuck him so hard he’d never be able to think straight. She’d make him kneel before her and beg with that desperate look on his face till she fucked him raw. Maybe she would make the change permanent, she’d dominate Stuart’s mind and body until he was nothing but her little fuck toy, desperate for her cock.

She was getting close now, watching Stuart wiggle his hips out of the skirt causing both her former breasts and ass to bounce. The bra he’d chosen had no support, even the slightest movement caused the heavy mounds to jiggle and dance for her. She imagined holding that ass in her hands, pushing her former body down doggy style and thrusting inside. The moans Stuart would make in her voice as she took him rough from behind wearing those crotchless panties. She could already feel it, that hot wetness around her member squeezing tight. Stuart turned toward her camera, a single finger resting over his pink, pouted lips in thought as he surveyed the many other outfits available. She imagined that ditzy, hapless look on his face transforming, turning flushed with desire as he came beneath her. The image pushed her over the edge, balls tightening and hot cum spurting out of her cock coating her length, warm liquid settling over her fingers.

She stretched back, satisfied. Watching Stuart continue to pose with half lidded eyes she enjoyed the post coital haze that descended over her.  In the midst of her come down an idea began to form within Lisa’s mind. Her face formed into a wicked smile and she reached for her phone. Of course, she had been smart enough to keep her personal belongings hidden away on campus before she made the change, couldn’t have Stuart using her platinum card or mobile.

Barely able to contain her glee she found her current boyfriends’ number and began to type:

‘Hey babe, up for some role play? You should come over, I’m all ready for you xoxo’