Models: Ricky Larkin & Alexa Scout
‘So, are you wanting to explain these?’
Isaac sat bolt upright. The sight of Tyson holding up the heels and wet-look maid outfit was like witnessing two opposing magnets impossibly attract. Isaac’s mind struggled to process the reality that the two sides of his life – his friend and his secret – had just come crashing together, and his ordinarily quick wits failed him.
‘They’re… they’re not mine,’ Isaac said eventually. ‘There was this girl I hooked up with…’
But Tyson simply scoffed. ‘Oh please, save it dude. You think I don’t know you well enough to see when you’re lying? These don’t belong to some random chick. They’re yours.’
Still sat on the sofa Isaac didn’t trust himself to stand up in case his legs failed to hold. As his mouth hinged pointlessly open and closed he wondered how things could go so wrong so quickly. Just a few minutes earlier Tyson had been about to head out to work; now he was stood with the key to Isaac’s undoing dangling from his powerful hands.
‘But there’s more to this, isn’t there?’ Setting the heels down on the end of the sofa, Tyson took a closer look at the maid outfit. ‘All that money you’ve come into recently. All those night shifts you claimed you were doing. It’s all because of these, right? Ah, here we are.’ Tyson had found what he’d been searching for: the label. Peering closer he read a portion of the text aloud. ‘T-Lixir infused. Will cause temporary physical and cognitive changes. Duration of effects may vary.’
Trying and failing to look casual Isaac gave a sheepish grin. ‘Busted,’ he laughed, though there was no amusement in it. Then something inside him broke and he buried his face in his hands. ‘Oh fuck.’
Isaac had moved in with Tyson a few months earlier. After being laid off from his old job he had been unable to afford the rent on his flat, and if not for his friend’s kindness Isaac would’ve wound up on the street. Instead Tyson had agreed to let him stay until he was back on his feet, an offer for which he was indescribably grateful.
But after today Isaac was pretty sure that arrangement would come to an end.
Draping the shiny dress over the back of the sofa Tyson took a seat opposite Isaac. ‘Go on then, I’ll bite. How does your little moneymaking scheme work?’
Unable to meet his friend’s gaze, Isaac stared at the floor while wringing his hands. ‘Me and a client organise a meet. Mostly we book into hotels, but there are a few regulars I trust enough to meet at their place instead. Some clients like watching the transformation, others like me to show up already turned. None of them know my real name – they just know me as Izzy – and so long as I spend all night satisfying their every need they’re happy not to ask. When I’m Izzy I love the thrill of it. All the sex and sin, they’re like drugs.’ His voice softened to a whisper. ‘I… I really enjoy it.’
‘And when exactly did you come up with this idea?’
Isaac bit his lip. ‘Before I moved in with you. But it was basically an accident,’ he said quickly, keen to explain himself before Tyson could respond. ‘I’ve had the outfit for years – one of my exes had a real kink for transformation, and we bought it for some naughty roleplay. After we broke up I just shoved it to the back of my wardrobe and forgot all about it. I only realised I still had it when I was packing my stuff to move out of my flat. The job search was going nowhere, so I figured why not dust it off and put it to good use? But I never planned for you to find out. I’m so sorry.’
It felt like forever before Tyson said anything. But when he did, his tone was neither hurt nor disgusted. Instead, his voice was measured, steady – the kind of voice that implied some hidden emotion was being carefully kept in check.
‘You said you enjoy being Izzy. Does that mean you’d be willing to let me meet her?’
Isaac looked up sharply. He searched his friend’s face for any sign that he was joking but found none. With every word of his admission deep banks of despair had accumulated in Isaac’s soul. But now, deep in his core, a spark of hope ignited.
‘Seriously?’
Tyson’s lips twitched at the corners, fighting a smirk. ‘Sure. I mean your secret’s out and you’ve already admitted you enjoy her body, so the way I see it there’s no reason you have to keep her on a hangar anymore. Say, for example, you decided you’d like to spend a bit more time as her around the house… well, what kind of friend would I be if I denied you that?’
Isaac couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Tyson’s unspoken motivation was blindingly obvious, but the offer to don the outfit whenever he pleased was far too good to pass up. These days he felt more comfortable in Izzy’s body than he did in his own, not to mention that as soon as the transformation wore off he was plagued by a constant urge to become her again, like an itch he couldn’t scratch out.
But if he no longer had to hide the truth from Tyson… that changed everything.
Finally trusting his legs to hold him Isaac rose to his feet. ‘Close your eyes,’ he said.
Isaac had lost track of how many times he had transformed, and though the T-Lixir took effect a little faster every time the changes never grew any less intense.
Slipping into the tight material he gave a sensual sigh as Izzy rose to the surface. Her soft tits and plump ass swelled out to stretch the bust and rump of the outfit, her supple thighs layered soft flesh over his ordinarily lean legs, and her curvy figure engulfed his in just a few seconds. Body hair faded to leave his skin silky smooth while the creak of his shifting skull structure filled his ears. Izzy’s beautiful features emerged in a single breath, her full lips spread in a blissful smile, while further down her fingertips tingled as glittery purple claws stretched from Isaac’s bitten nails. As always the final trait to emerge was her hair, unfurling in dark swirls that tumbled over her shoulders and down her back.
Aside from the outfit itself the hangar supported some lace panties, a pair of hoops earrings, a set of sultry fishnet stockings accented by white bows on the back of the thighs, and a frilly headband to match her uniform. Izzy donned the whole ensemble in record time, finishing the look with her dainty black heels.
But she wasn’t finished yet. Any lingering uncertainty Isaac might have had about becoming a horny slut in front of his best friend had been thoroughly washed away; now Izzy wanted to give him a show.
So, tottering over to the kitchenette in the corner of the open plan living area, she rifled through the cleaning products and picked out a small handheld floor scrubber. Kneeling down in front of the oven she leaned forwards and angled her ass in Tyson’s direction.
‘Open your eyes,’ she purred in her most seductive voice.
As soon as he laid eyes on her the grin Tyson had been suppressing finally broke through. One hand moved instinctively to rest on his crotch and when he spoke he couldn’t even bring himself to look her in the eye, for he was far too busy ogling her incredible ass.
‘Well I can certainly see what keeps your clients coming back for more. I wondered if they might get bored of you being a maid all the time, but now I see you in the flesh I’m guessing you’ve never had a single complaint.’
‘Not one,’ Izzy confirmed.
Tyson’s gaze fell to the small glimpse of Izzy’s balls that peeked around the edges of her panties. To her surprise, the lust in his eyes only flared brighter. ‘I have to ask, why T-Lixir? Was that your ex’s decision too?’
‘No. Partly it was because at the time I wasn’t sure I wanted to go without a dick, and T-Lixir allowed me to keep it. But there was another reason. A much simpler one.’ Izzy tilted her hips up to give him a better view of her bulging underwear. ‘Trans girls are hot as fuck.’
‘I can’t argue with you there. So tell me, what usually happens once you get in private with your clients?’
Channelling all the seductive skills she had acquired over the past few months, Izzy turned and began to crawl across the floor towards him, the floor scrubber abandoned behind her. She was a creature of pure desire, her voluptuous body swaying and slinking hypnotically until she was kneeling at Tyson’s feet. With an innocent smile playing over her lips she slid one hand up to massage the crotch of his trousers.
‘That depends on the client. Some of them enjoy the roleplay. They like to pretend we’ve never met and we’re succumbing to our desires for the very first time. Others just bend me over and fuck me until I squirt. But my favourites just let me service them nice and slow and sensual.’ She paused, fixing him with a lust-charged stare. ‘Maybe you’d like a little demonstration?’
Tyson raised an eyebrow. ‘You know I have work to get to, right?’
Izzy gave a pout, making sure he had a good view of her juicy lips. ‘That’s funny, baby, because if you ask me you’re looking very ill. I don’t think your well enough to go into work today.’
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, the handsome hunk gave Izzy a conspiratorial wink. ‘Now you mention it I am feeling a bit under the weather.’
The raven-haired bombshell mirrored Tyson’s fiendish expression. ‘Lucky for you I know just how to make you feel better.’
The thrill that zipped down Izzy’s spine when she took Tyson’s dick between her lips was twofold. The first was familiar: the slutty delight of using her orgasmic body to satisfy both her own carnal needs and those of her lover. The second was more like a distant memory, one she hadn’t experienced since the first few weeks of her deviant double life: the sordid taboo of indulging in depravity with somebody she barely knew.
Of course, Tyson and Isaac had known each other for years. But this version of her former friend was an altogether different man. From the moment he had suggested Isaac don the outfit his motivations had been clear, and the grunts and groans he gave as she bobbed her head to feed on him were ample evidence that his inhibitions about fucking his transformed friend were no longer a concern – if he’d even had any in the first place. He didn’t resist when she peeled off his clothes or stroked his already stiffening cock to full attention. Nor when she crawled up onto the sofa beside him. And while her lips glided up and down his shaft his hands were in constant motion, caressing her skin and groping her ass and slipping through her silky hair.
No, this wasn’t the Tyson she knew anymore. This was the Tyson only his lovers were permitted to see – the carnal animal driven by lust alone. And Izzy couldn’t get enough of him.
Even so, the handsome hunk was still lucid enough to know they had crossed a line.
‘So, I guess this means we need to figure out a new arrangement,’ he said, his voice trembling as her swirling tongue sent pleasure flaring through his groin.
‘I guess it does,’ she admitted, rising up to face him. In the absence of her lips, her stroking hand kept his cock satisfied. ‘What did you have in mind?’
‘Well, for starters, I wouldn’t have any complaints about you wearing this pretty little outfit a lot more often. Maybe even permanently, though I’ll leave that decision to you. And from now on I think we need to add a ‘with benefits’ tag to our friendship status.’
Izzy raised an eyebrow, smirking softly. ‘How many benefits are we talking here? Is this hookup territory, or are we talking full-on trophy girlfriend?’
Ogling her luscious physique Tyson ran a hand along her curves and was unable to hold back a growl. ‘So long as I’m allowed to play with this perfect body I don’t fucking care.’ He paused, seemingly reassessing his answer. When he spoke again his voice was slow and thoughtful. ‘Although, if you were interested in the second option I could provide some incentives. After all, my job pays more than enough for me to afford some more outfits for you so you don’t have to spend all your time as a maid. Or I could even just buy T-Lixir straight if you’d prefer. And if we were dating then of course there would be no need for you to move out at any point either.’
Rolling onto his side, Tyson eased Izzy onto her back beside him. His groping had dislodged one tit from her outfit and, since he had already pulled off her panties, when the hem of her dress bunched around her waist her bare ass was free to press up to his groin. His hard cock slid between her thighs and nestled against her balls.
‘I wouldn’t stop you seeing your clients,’ Tyson went on, ‘not entirely. If you still want to whore yourself out while I’m at work then that’s your choice. But when I’m home, I’d want my hot girl all to myself. Maybe we could even try a little streaming – if your clients will pay to fuck you personally, imagine how much we could make off a livestream where I pound you until you’re babbling.’
Izzy forced herself to bite back a moan. Less than an hour ago she had thought her life was over. Now Tyson was offering her the chance to turn fantasy into reality. She could barely believe what she was hearing, but every new suggestion turned her on all the more. If she had known he would react this way, she would have told Tyson the truth from day one.
Still, she wasn’t about to let him realise how desperate she was to accept.
‘Pound me until I’m babbling, huh? Big talk, baby. I think before I make any decisions I’m going to need you to prove you have what it takes to satisfy me.’ Slowly, seductively, she lifted one leg high, exposing her tight ass and little she-cock. ‘And since you’re clearly too ill for work, you’ve got plenty of time to show me what you’re made of.’
With a wicked grin, Tyson responded physically rather than verbally. Hooking his fingers into the top of her fishnets, he slid the other arm around her shoulders to hold her in position. The next moment his saliva-smeared cock was driving into Izzy’s ass to send fireworks of ecstasy rocketing through her insides. And for the very first time Izzy’s sensual moans echoed through Tyson’s apartment – the first, but definitely not the last…
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