Gender Swap Adjustment Therapy (OpenTGC Re-Post)

A series of unfortunate events led me to this moment. Firstly, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The office I worked at was next to a pharmaceutical company specialising in gender-swap drugs. Because the building manager was off sick for a week, nobody spotted the leak in the pipes until I got a sudden and intense dosage while using the bathroom.

To their credit, the company conducted a number of tests and did all they could to put things right. But I had absorbed so much of their gender swap drug that there was nothing more they could do. My life was changed forever. Getting my name legally changed to match my new gender and identity was surprisingly easy thanks to new government legislation. But in applying for a new identity, the government also appointed me a series of support sessions and counselling to further help me.

I had sat down with doctors, makeup artists, fashion experts, therapists. Almost three months had gone by and I was still struggling to fully adapt to my new life. My therapist suggested that I take steps to embrace my new physical form and referred me to a massage specialist. And it was only when I answered the door that I discovered my masseur would be an old friend from school.

"Jack?" I said. "You're my masseur?"

He came in with his table and bag and spoke to me while he set up. "I know this is a little strange for you, Alison, but I'm a professional. I started specialising in gender change therapy a couple years ago when they first passed the legislation."

He used my new name, though I'm sure that was just a professional courtesy. He'd known me as Alexander for almost fifteen years. I had just started to get used to the name Allison, but hearing him use it made it feel all too real. I had barely spoken to any friends or family during my adjustment.

"So how does this work exactly? You get to feel me up and I have to pay you for it?" I laughed.

He chuckled. "More or less... It's important that you fully accept what has happened to you. Most of my clients have gone through the change willingly and they still need help getting accustomed to their new bodies. But I understand that you didn't choose this, so it'll be harder for you. Just let me know if you need me to stop at all. It's your body, afterall."

The table was set up and Jack had pulled out a bag of oils and set it on the side. He gave me a moment of privacy. Suddenly it was all so real. I pulled the cord loose on my dressing gown and let it roll off of me. The cool air hit my skin and made my nipples perk up slightly as I grabbed the towel he provided. It was smaller than I'd hoped, though I suppose that was the point. I lay on my front, feeling my breasts press into the table as I covered my bottom half with the towel.

Jack came back into the room and played some gentle music on a small speaker beside the table. I could hear him open up one of his bottles and his hands rubbing together just before his hands made first contact. He was warm and, despite his strength, quite gentle and tactile. Even still, his hands were pushing me softly against the table. My nipples were still hard and rubbing slightly against the towel.

"Oh..." I gasped, sounding more like a soft moan. "Sorry... Your hands are really working wonders."

"There's no reason to apologise."

Another couple minutes went by and I felt warm all over. Jack's hands were hitting all the right spots across my back. Having tits was harder than I ever expected. The weight of them had already given me a back ache after only a few short months. They were especially challenging for the first two weeks before I found a bra that fit. I was glad to have that tension finally soothed.

In my moment of peaceful rest, I felt the towel covering my bottom half slip slightly. Then a little more. Then before I knew it, it had fallen to the floor, leaving me completely exposed. I froze in place, unsure of what to do. Jack didn’t seem bothered by my sudden exposure, but he did seem to notice my stiffness.

“Relax, Alison, I’ve seen clients’ butts before.” He chuckled, continuing on my back. “I was going to ask to remove it anyway so I can work on your legs easier.”

“O-okay.” I replied, settling back down on the table and trying my best to forget Jack could see my bare ass. So long as I kept my legs together, he couldn’t see anything else.

His hands continued to work wonders on me. Something about his strong hands against my soft skin made me feel calm and protected. And the sweet smell of his massage oils also had a calming effect on me. I had barely noticed him shifting my legs slightly apart as he worked down my thighs. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t really care anymore.

“I’d like to work more on your thighs. Would you mind turning over?”

Such an innocent request. I didn’t even question it. Turning onto my back, I felt the cool air on my breasts and let out a breathy moan as his hand ran against my inner thigh. The other hand moved across my stomach, towards my chest. I purred in response as his hand squeezed gently and began exploring my tits.

If his hands were magic before, they were now godly. I don’t know why I was allowing him to do this, but he was touching me in a way I had never even entertained the thought of before. His hand running across my thighs delved closer and closer, until he finally slipped two fingers inside of me.

Our eyes met. This was too much, surely. I couldn’t let my old friend finger fuck me like this, right? But despite having the ability to stop him at any moment, I kept quiet and watched him intently for his next move.

“I hope you like the oils I’ve used, Alison. They have some unique properties that help enhance desires and inhibit doubts. I use them to help my clients embrace their new bodies and I’ve yet to have any complaints.” Jack spoke softly, his hand now slowly pushing in and out of my pussy. Christ, I hadn’t realised how wet I was. “I usually only use about three drops on my clients, but I’ve used about half the bottle on you.”

“Why?” I asked. His pace was increasing slowly and I was moving my hips to meet his thrusts now. I couldn’t stop myself. “You know who I really am.”

“Oh I know who you really are, Alison. The question is whether you do…” He took a moment to run his tongue across my nipple. “You aren’t Alexander anymore. You’re a beautiful and sexy woman. You have these tits… This ass… This pussy that I desperately want to taste.”

I was speechless. He took my silence as acceptance and moved to the other side of the table. He pulled me by the legs until my ass was on the edge of the table and parted my legs either onto his shoulders. I barely had time to catch my breath before his tongue delved deep into my folds.

I’ve never known pleasure like it. The oil he used on me was strong. But somewhere in the onslaught of pleasure, I realised what was happening. Jack’s oil had soaked into my skin, but also into his own. We were both dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac that made it virtually impossible for us to fight our primal urges. My legs wrapped around his head. I shouted out, body shaking and all thoughts emptied from my mind in a blissful crescendo.

“Fuck me!” I screamed.

I wasn’t entirely sure how I got into this new position, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the hard cock pressing against my ass cheek. Jack had me pressed against his table, his hands on my hips. In one swift motion, he was inside of me again and I was left to stare into the mirror across the room.

The sight of me getting fucked was just as thrilling as getting fucked itself. God I was sexy. My boobs bouncing with every thrust. My face was a mask of pure lust and ecstasy. If I still had my cock, I’d fuck myself in a heart beat. But I lacked the equipment now.

Jack slapped my ass hard and I moaned like a bitch in heat. We fucked for what felt like hours, in a number of different positions. With every change though, I made sure I could see my reflection. This was me. This was who I had become and who I had fallen in love with. Getting dosed with gender-swap chemicals was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

“I’m gonna cum!” I cried, shaking again beneath Jack as he continued to pound me senseless.

He let me fall to the floor, spent and slowly coming down from my third or fourth orgasm of the night. I looked up at him as he jerked himself off over me. Something was different. A fog clearing in my head. The oil seemed to be losing its effect on me. And the slowing pace of Jack’s jerking was telling me the same was happened to him.

“W-What did I-”

I didn’t let him finish his sentence. This was such a perfect moment for me and it deserved to end with a satisfying climax. I took his cock in my hand and wrapped my lips around the head. If I took a second longer to think about it, I’m sure I wouldn’t have gone through with it. But by the time the doubt came into my mind, I felt his cock twitch in my mouth.

Jack grunted, unable to hold himself back as his cock spurted inside of my mouth. I was too slow to react and felt his first spurt go down my throat. The second filled my mouth. Pulling away, the third and forth shot of warm cum hit my lips and cheek. With one final glance towards the mirror, I could only see Alison staring back at me. She wore that cum on her face like a badge of honour.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe… I- I’m so sorry, Alison…” Jack was lost for words and scrambled for his clothes. He started packing up and continued to apologise. Apparently he was supposed to wear gloves whenever using his special massage oil. After the first drops started to absorb into our skin, he slowly lost control of himself until he crossed a line he never intended to cross.

I sat there, still processing what we had done. What I had done. The oil was most definitely out of my system, yet I hadn’t thought twice about swallowing the cum still in my mouth. I had always hated when previous girlfriends and one-night-stands spat instead of swallowing and now I was on the receiving end. Honestly, I don’t know what they complained about.

“It’s fine, Jack. We were both out of our minds, but it wasn’t something terrible. I actually think it was exactly what I needed to finally accept my new gender.”

He nodded. Though the methods were unconventional, I was happier than I ever was as Alexander. Picking up his bag and table, he headed out the door. I could tell he wouldn’t be able to look at me the same ever again. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

As I went to pick up my robe from the floor, I noticed a bottle underneath my sofa. Half full. It wasn’t labelled, but I knew immediately what it was. Maybe a little more experimentation couldn’t hurt.