30-year-old Sam had come to terms with being female and slightly older thanks to the Role Exchange.
But the mental one kept on biting him in the ass.
No matter what the situation was he always had to wear a short skirt and got extremely itchy if he put on trousers or knickers.
He could not say no to a single guy who bought him a drink and asked him for a blowjob or a fuck.
Because it sent his new female body into a state of pure bliss and ecstasy.
He often would go out with his friends on a Friday night and would wake up Saturday morning in a strange bed next to a strange man with no memories of what he had done.
Worst of all he would have to do the walk of shame home after slipping out of bed getting dressed quietly and sneaking out of the guy's apartment.
This morning feeling extremely hungover he sat down on a park bench to clear his head.
He said to himself as he sat there feeling the cool breeze tickling his bear pussy and not caring who could see it: I'm getting too old for this shit.
But he knew next Saturday morning he would be doing the same thing as he had not learned to control himself yet.
Sam was a 30-year old guy, a man once. Until he can't remember that was a woman, not dressed as one he was a woman, physically, and biologically one, mentally and emotionally that was fragmented. He knew that he is , err was a man. Now a woman. But he/she doesn't remember how or why he/she was one. Each time he/she tried to remember it, Sam simply couldn't that he/she fragments of it. When Sam tried to. He/she lost it. It was like it was taken away, or blocked. And another thing. That Sam couldn't understand. That each time that he/she wore a pair trouser or slacks it had a negative effect on him/her. It was like he/she allergic to trousers or slacks. It gave him/her a bad feels that if he/she wore then for bare 15 minutes it started feel wrong. He/she could apply makeup , do his/her hair, he/she knew what outfit wear like it was he/she done it hundreds of times. BUT that wasn't the oddest thing that he/she done. When he/she when out on Friday night, he/she unconsciously for some reason. That he/she wore a short wore no knickers(panties) on the time. Sometime he/she spread his/her legs a little to much so that he/she could entice a strange for a drink, then after that it became fuzzy then, all he/she knew was that he/she woke up, in strange man's bed. naked under the covers. So he/she slip of out of bed. Got dressed got out of his place. And started to do the walk of shame. So her/she decided to sit down and think of what happen the memories when a bit fuzzy and he/she was trying to remember it. All that Sam could remember was bit and piece of things. That he/she probably way to many drinks. that he/she probably enticed a strange man. When to his place, had carnal sex several times. Fell a sleep, woke next morning. Sam decided that it would be the last time. Then Sam had to nurse hangover that he/she had until it clear the next day. Sam at probably forgetting it. Then the next Friday night Sam was searching for a strange man for Drink and some carnal pleasure again and again she/she walk mile od shame again. Sam and again he/she forgot again, this been happening for one month, two months that those fragments started to come together. The reason of why Sam, was turning into actual girl, and why he/she looking for strange men to have sex them. And outcome that is another story in itself.
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DeleteThank you I wanted him/her to partly remember who he/she is/was , and not totally remember. And for some reason that pants felt wrong to him/her. And every Friday night , he/she would look for stranger to have a drink or three, then he/she want to have carnal sex with that stranger. And wake the next morning barely remember it. Nursing a hang-over headache. Then he/she would do it again, and again. Until he/she had fragments of the reason why. At the moment I felt it would a cliffhanger of why.
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