Transformation

By J.B. Rogers

She had it all. Now she has something extra.

Between her killer body and her father's money, Jenny's first year of college was a blast... but when an old classmate invoked some ancient magic, that all changed. Jenny's not the woman she used to be. In fact, he's no longer a woman at all.

Now, "Jimmy" must convince his roommate to let him stay, learn how to handle college life as a man, and deal with a sexy Latina who's suddenly become very interested in studying with him. A Halloween party holds the key to reclaiming his old life, but attending it might be the worst mistake ever.

As if that weren't enough, the two women in Jimmy's life have their own jaw-dropping secrets. Will baring everything bring them closer together, or will it shatter the only relationships he has left?

This New Adult erotic transgender romance is a contemporary fantasy novel that contains a wide variety of sexually explicit content, including genderfluid, polyamorous, and group sex, blackmail, BDSM, feminization, mystical transformation, and a Halloween party you’ll wish you could see to believe. This is the first half of the story, approximately 66,000 words long.

Current release: v1.07 (alterations to Chapter 6)

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Rogers
• Release date: Nov 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311457196

J.B. Rogers

My first novel is The Freshman's Curse, an erotic transgender/genderqueer romance. The omnibus (with three extra stories!) was released in June 2016. The short stories relate to the main story, but they're tangents which work on their own – so try one to get a taste!Also available is Thirds, a collection of three menage/cuckold short stories which take place in the same hotel on the same night. Chronologically, Thirds takes place early in The Freshman's Curse: Book Two, about a month before the events in "Hosed." Aside from one character who appears in both Thirds and "Hosed," the events are completely separate. If you want to read both, I recommend starting here.My Tumblr is very NSFW, and frequently contains snippets of whatever I happen to be working on. I specialize in blurring gender lines and rehabilitating tired erotic tropes by treating them more realistically and taking the situations seriously.

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Part I

(Dis-)Orientation

Chapter 1

One Night Off

Jenny

Dammit! I burst through the door to my room and slammed it behind me.

"Fuck, what is it now?" Shit, the Shie-bitch is here. Wonderful.

O’Dowd assigned a five-page paper due a week from now. So much for blowing off some steam this weekend. What am I supposed to know about gender roles in ancient Rome, anyway?

Sheila turned around at her desk and stared at me. Hey, you’re the one who signed up for Gender and Women’s Studies. Didn’t you expect homework that, you know, related to the subject matter? Not really. I’d expected it to be an easy course. I’m a woman. That’s a gender. What’s to study?

Whatever. Just means I’ll have to change my plans, I guess.

Yeah, heaven forbid little things like studying should interfere with Little Miss Cheerslut’s damned social life.

That was enough. I dropped my backpack on my desk with a thunk. Oh, here we go again. Just because your scholarship means you have to spend all your time studying, that doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be miserable.

"Well, some of us don’t have your precious Daddy’s money to fall back on if we flunk out."

Oh, cry me a river. I don’t have time for your damned Occupy Nowhere bullshit. I pulled off my top as I opened the closet and looked over my options. No, no, no… ah, here we go. That’ll bait the hook nicely. I shot the Shie-bitch my best not-a-damned-word look and called Thomas on my cellphone as I got the blouse and skirt out and started looking through my dresser for the right lingerie to reel in tonight’s catch. Three rings were plenty of time for me to take the chill out of my voice when he answered.

Hey, Tom, when are we hooking up tonight? Yes, the cornflower lace should be perfect with that… I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my jeans.

Jenny? Um, we said seven, right?

How about we make it five and get some dinner first? My ass looked great in these, but getting them off was a bitch.

Let’s see, it’s four now… that’s gonna be tight, but I can do it. Meet you at the grill?

Deal. See you then, loverboy. I hung up and got a bath towel out.

Sheila laughed, but I couldn’t quite tell if she was amused or just mocking me. Probably the latter. Damn, girl, you don’t waste no time, do ya?

Why should I? Daddy always told me guys are only looking for one thing. Well, so am I. He was nice enough at the Delta party.

Yeah, well, nice guys never are.

That’s what I’m counting on.

Sheila shook her head as I skinned out of my underwear and wrapped up in the towel. "Girl, you’re a trip. Just don’t stay out too late, and don’t wake me up if you do. Some of us are actually trying to learn something here."

And some of us don’t want to keep our noses buried in books all the time. You oughta hit a party once in a while, go out, get laid. It’d do wonders for your attitude. Call it a field trip for Human Sexuality or something. I picked up my shower bag and headed down the hall to wash up. Sheila’s not the only one who needs to get fucked.

* * *

I got to the grill a few minutes after five, and Thomas was waiting for me by the door. Good boy. I let him give me a peck on my bright red lips as we walked inside.

Hi, Tom. Sorry I’m late.

What happened, was traffic backed up? He smiled, knowing I lived here on campus like all the other freshmen. I had to admit he had a nice twinkle in his eyes.

Yeah, that’s it. The quad was bumper to bumper gridlock all the way over here.

Well, I hope you didn’t cut anyone off at the Admin exit. Let’s get something to eat, and you can tell me all about it.

The campus grill wasn’t fine dining by anyone’s standards, but at least it was a step up from the cafeteria and had more flexible hours. Tom got a double cheeseburger with fries, but I got a simple grilled chicken salad. I knew all about the freshman fifteen curse, and wasn’t about to give in to the temptation of a juicy burger. I worked too hard on this body to let it go to hell, and those jeans I’d worn to class were already tighter than they’d been when I packed them last month. I led the way to a corner booth, putting a little extra swing in my hips. You paid for dinner, so I’ll handle the show. Step by step…

We hadn’t talked much at the party, so he covered the typical getting-to-know-you ground while trying not to look like he was staring at that bit of lace that I’d carefully arranged my neckline to expose. No, I hadn’t declared a major yet. Yes, all the teachers were assigning unreasonable amounts of homework barely three weeks into the year. Sure, his chemistry classes would be useful in getting a good job. I didn’t care about any of that; I was after another kind of chemistry experiment, and so far it was bubbling along just fine.

After an agonizing hour of chit-chat, I yawned, arching my back in a way I knew would get his attention. Tom stammered adorably as he asked if I’d like to go elsewhere to continue our conversation. Finally. I smiled and asked how close his hall was. He helped me up from the booth, and I made sure he got a good look down my top in the process. I took his arm, noticing a promising bulge in his jeans, and he led the way back to his room. I looked around for the bathroom as he fumbled for his key. It was only a couple of doors away, and since I planned to need it on my way out, I wanted to be damned sure where it was. When he unlocked the door and showed me inside, we were alone at last.

Hmph. That’s odd, I commented.

Eh? He looked around. What is?

I always heard guys would hang a tie on the doorknob or something if they had a girl in their room. He gulped. How sweet. He almost seems like someone I’d like to get to know.

Um, that’s only if, well, we need to warn a roommate off.

He was almost as fun to torment as… no. Not going there. I put that memory right back in its damned box. You’re just flirting to get what you want, and he’ll never call anyway. Don’t let him get to you. Oh, so it’s only if you’re with someone you’d be embarrassed to be seen with?

No, it’s for if we’re… uh, ‘getting lucky.’ Or think we might.

Oh. So you’re saying your intentions are completely honorable, then?

Yes! Of course they are. He was starting to sweat, poor thing. I loved this part, but I had to stay in control.

I see. Just some innocent conversation, right?

Of course. Just two friends getting to know each other.

Ah. I brought my hands to my cleavage and started playing with the top button. "So I didn’t see you looking at these in the grill earlier, and you didn’t bring me back here to have your way with me?"

He actually blushed. Oh, he’s hooked, all right. I smiled and started undoing buttons.

Um, Jenny, are you sure you know what you’re doing?

I certainly hope so. At least one of us should, don’t you think? I shrugged and let the blouse fall away. "Otherwise, I’m going to be very disappointed."

That did the trick, and Tom whipped out his cellphone. You know, texting works so much better for that anyway. I hoped his other fingers were as nimble as his thumbs were as they blurred over his phone’s screen. There, all taken care of.

Oh, I think it’ll be a while before either of us is ‘all taken care of.’ I wiggled out of my skirt. Wouldn’t you agree?

Oh, God, yes.

Remember those words. You’ll need ’em again later.

I crossed the three steps separating us, and he finally gave me a properly indecent kiss. I let myself melt in his arms until our lips parted and he gasped for air. He started unbuckling his belt, and I pulled his shirt up. He had a better body than I’d expected of a science geek, and I stepped back to take a good look as he fumbled his way out of his shirt and shoes. I took pity on him – after a fashion – and helped him out of his jeans as he stroked my back. His fingers were nimble; he had my bra open in seconds. I stood up and let him take it off, gasping appreciatively at my bare breasts.

I pushed him back with one hand, and he fell back onto the bed as I knelt in front of him. I wasted no time in pulling his boxers off, and I heard myself sigh at the sight of his stiffening cock. Oh, yes, this will do nicely. I looked up at him as I ran my hands over his thighs, feeling his muscles tense at my touch. Without breaking eye contact, I darted my tongue out for a quick taste of his shaft, drawing a low moan from his throat as his eyes slitted almost shut. I flattened my tongue and slowly licked from his balls to the underside of his head with one long stroke. He jerked as my tongue caressed his tip, and I knew I had him right where we both wanted him.

Enough playing around. I tore my gaze away from his face and wrapped my lips around his cock head, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I grabbed his butt with both hands and took a deep breath, then slowly took him deeper into my mouth. His moans were music to my ears, and I felt myself getting wet. A short eternity later, his pubes tickled my nose, and I started bobbing my head up and down. Sometimes I’d swipe at him with my tongue, other times I’d let my teeth gently scrape his shaft, and in no time I tasted the pre-cum that told me he needed me to back off and let him cool down. I took his cock deep into my mouth and looked back up at him as I slowly dragged my lips back up to the tip, kissing it chastely before leaning back.

Oh, wow. Jenny, that was…

I think you mean ‘oh, God, yes,’ no? I licked my lips and grinned at him.

Oh, yeah. Very much ‘oh, God, yes.’

Good, you’re learning. Now, though, it’s time for you to return the favor. I stood up, and Tom took the hint. He caressed my hips, hooking his thumbs into my thong and stroking my thighs as he pulled it down to my knees. I daintily stepped out of it and eased my heels off, and he pulled me close. I closed my eyes as I felt him rain soft kisses all over my groin, gently kneading my ass with surprisingly strong hands while his kisses closed in on my mound. In no time, I was the one moaning in appreciative anticipation. This geek has some moves!

Tom planted a kiss right on my button, sending a zing straight up my spine, and eased me down onto his bed. I spread my legs wide, and he shook his head slightly at the sight of my glistening lips opening before him. It was his turn to look up at me from below, and he winked while he cupped my ass in his hands. I felt his hot breath on my wet folds, and I clutched at the headboard as his tongue finally made contact.

I was unable to do more than moan as his mouth invaded my pussy, but inside I was saying my own oh, God, yeses. He was good, one of the best cuntlappers I’d had, and since last summer I’d had quite a few. His tongue darted around unpredictably, and he didn’t forget to use his lips and teeth. He nibbled and licked, bit and sucked, and all I could do was whimper and writhe. I was jelly in his mouth, and it was just what I needed. He drove me over the edge, and I had to bite my hand to keep from shrieking in ecstasy. I grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him closer, and he locked his lips over my gash and sucked, teasing my clit with his tongue while he did, and this time a squeal did escape me before he clamped a hand over my traitorous mouth. The bastard kept it up until he’d run me through two more scream-worthy cums, and I was breathless when he finally pulled his hand away and lay down beside me.

"Oh my God, Thomas. Where the fuck did you learn that?"

A gentleman never kisses and tells.

Since when are you a gentleman, you brute? I may never walk again.

Okay, fair point. Would you believe I was an altar boy? Dammit. His tongue has more than one talent. Maybe… maybe it won’t hurt to let this one in. Just a little. Just for tonight. I know he doesn’t really care, but it’s been so long…

Not in a million years.

Figured not. Well, the truth is… I was a real geek in high school, and that gave me two things. First, an intense yet unfulfilled attraction to the, um… He reached for my left boob, rubbing his palm over my nipple, and squeezed gently. Mmmm. …fairer sex. Second, an appetite and aptitude for focused studying through assorted visual media.

I had to think that one over for a minute. So, what you’re saying is… you couldn’t get a date and watched a lot of porn?

He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. Pretty much.

I made a show of ogling his well-toned body. "You couldn’t get a date. Seriously?"

I wasn’t always built like this. I spent most of senior year and all of this summer getting into shape for college.

Huh. So… did you ever get past the oral scenes?

Why? Doth milady desire something more… filling?

I giggled for him despite the sting. Just a coincidence. It’ll be okay. Keep it light. She doth indeed.

Your humble vassal is at your service.

"Yeah, humble… ri-i-i-ight. Tell me another one, buster. No, better yet, put your money where your mouth was. I reached down and gave him a squeeze as he obediently came to attention. After all, I think I still owe you at least two. Or was it three?"

I counted four, but I don’t think I’ve got that in me.

You let me worry about that. You’re not the only one who’s been boning up on this subject.

Ouch. And I thought my puns were awful.

Hey, I like a guy with a clever mouth. So to speak. But enough talking, boy. You just lie back and let me do the work. Thy lady thinks she hath just the scabbard for thine trusty sword. How did that slip out? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

I got out of bed to let him stretch out on his back, and took the opportunity to pull a condom out of my purse. I strutted back over to him, and saw that his trusty sword – no, goddammit, his cock, get that other image out of your head – was stiff and ready. It’s hard to look sexy while ripping a foil wrapper open with your teeth, but I had plenty of practice. I leaned over the bed and unrolled the rubber over his rod, then climbed onto the bed and knelt over his thighs. I inched my way forward until my slit grazed his dick, and grinned at him mischievously. His eyes were locked on my pussy, and I slid forward the last two or three inches that I needed. I sat, pinning his cock under my juicy slit, and started rocking my hips back and forth over it.

Milady, thou art a cocktease of the worst sort!

Shit, I’ve got to get him to stop that before I lose it. Slam the door, kick him back out; I should never have let him in. I was kicking myself inside, but I pouted at him playfully to maintain the illusion. Torment him a little; maybe that’ll shut him up. The worst? I thought I was better at it. Should I try harder?

No! His composure cracked along with his voice. For Pete’s sake, just put it in already!

Fine. I just hope this Pete guy’s worth it. Good, it worked. Now I can just fuck him and go, as long as he shuts up. I raised my hips, and when his cock sprang upright, I reached down and placed its tip just inside of me. He grimaced in anticipation, impaling myself with one motion as we both moaned with relief. A shot of pleasure wriggled up my body, shaking my tits and grinding my throbbing clit against him as I let my insides adjust, and he reached up to stroke my waist and belly. A couple of minutes later, I was ready.

I’ll say this for being a cheerleader: it really builds strength in your legs. I was able to ride Tom’s cock almost effortlessly, putting my attention into swiveling my hips in saucy circles as I pistoned up and down and let the world slip away. I could tell he appreciated the results; his hands had dropped away to clutch uselessly at his mattress. I leaned forward instead, sliding back and forth and rubbing my clit against his tangled boy-bush. His arms wrapped around my back, and I heard him say something about holding on, but I wasn’t listening. Suddenly, I felt him pinch my butt – hard! That got my attention, and I stopped rocking on his cock.

Ah, there you are. Hold on tight. I did, and he sat up, pushing me backwards. Now, swing your legs forward as I move us back. It was a neat trick, but I managed it while keeping him inside. Once I did, he swept his arms up under my legs and pinned me underneath him, somehow ending up with my knees over his shoulders. I felt more open than I ever had before, and when he started thrusting, he drove as deep and hard as I’d hoped he would. The quiet ones always pay off.

"Unh! Mmmm, very good boy. You might just get a title out of this, peasant." Shut up, dammit, shut the fuck up! What the hell are you doing? I couldn’t do much besides just lie there and take it in this position, so I hung on and let him take control. I finally thought to clamp down in time with his thrusts, and that went over very well. Just a few strokes later, he froze in position, and I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he came. I gingerly untangled my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him tight as I hugged him.

We lay still like that for a few minutes, until I could feel his cock start to shrink. We reluctantly rolled over, so I could get up and dispose of the condom before it came loose on its own. I was on birth control, but you can’t be too careful. I returned to the bed with my purse, which I set beside him as I leaned over to lick the remaining cum from his dick. I couldn’t say I liked the taste, but guys just went nuts for that trick, and Thomas was no exception. By the time he was nice and clean down there, he was also getting nicely stiff again, just as I’d hoped. I knew he had to have at least one more