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"What's this?" I inquired as I found a package lying at my doorstep. I thought it was my neighbors, but upon reading the shipping label, it was in fact addressed to me. I grabbed the box and pulled it inside, always one to get excited over free surprises. After tearing off the tape, I opened the flaps and was surprised to see a sextoy looking back at me. It was a standard pocket pussy or 'Male Masturbator,' as it labeled itself. Confusion ran through my mind as I tried to figure out who would send me such a thing. I grabbed the toy, but the second my skin contacted it, an overwhelming lust took my body over.

In the blink of an eye, I dropped my pants and revealed my throbbing erection, positioning it in front of my cock and shoving myself deep into it. The inside of the toy felt as soft as velvet, softly brushing my shaft and stimulating it perfectly. I brought myself to the edge of an orgasm, teasing myself the last few inches until I felt myself start to climax. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my orgasm in this perfectly crafted toy, not noticing that it began to move of its own accord.

Only when I felt the absence of the fleshlight did I realize something was wrong. I reopened my eyes, still groggy from the afterglow of one of the best orgasms I had experienced. My eyes went wide as I saw what had happened to the toy, expecting something like it having fallen to the ground, but instead I got something I couldn't have predicted. The pocket pussy had shoved itself into my pelvis, completely replacing my own cock with itself between my legs. I panicked and grabbed at it, trying to pull it from my hips, but found the flesh to be warm as it had truly become part of me.

My body started to feel strange as my new vagina started to change me, shaping me to its desires. My hips cracked outwards, widening significantly until my thigh gap was noticeable even through my baggy pants. This gap shrank, however, as my thighs grew plump with fat, as did my ass, expanding like a water balloon connected to a hose on full power. I heard the fabric of my pants strain right before it tore, falling to my ankles in pieces. I ran to my room to look in the mirror and saw the lower half of a woman, and an attractive one at that, complete with hairless legs and an alluring curvature that would turn the straightest woman's head.

The changes moved upwards, forcing my waist to collapse inwards, giving me a figure that could make a pear jealous. I feared what was next, knowing exactly what it would do once it reached my chest. As if mocking my worry, it started with increasing the sensitivity of my nipples, so when breasts started to form, I was forced to feel every centimeter of my shirt that they rubbed against. They kept growing to the upper end of a C-cup, popping a few buttons from my shirt to reveal their fleshy glory. The changes marched on, forcing my shoulder to become more feminine as my neck grew slimmer.

I grabbed my face with my shrinking hands as it began to sharpen, giving me a pointed chin that contrasted my widening eyes. White hair fell past my shoulders, growing until it was thigh level. I grasped at it, feeling its weight in my hands, not wanting to look into the mirror to see what had happened to me. I was forced to face the music and looked, seeing a shapely young woman where my male body was supposed to be. I could see that I was attractive, but my new form gave me no arousal. This set off alarms in my head as I realized the possible implications.

I glanced at my phone, finding images of celebrities deemed to be sexy. I swiped through a dozen women, not even one of them doing anything to stir my libido. I kept swiping until I saw the chiseled jawline of a man, and my heart fluttered, the thought of him taking me instantly causing my pussy to wet. I threw my phone in fear, terrified of my new reality. I wasn't gay! I was attracted to women! But then again, technically, I was still straight, just batting for the other side now.

I grabbed my phone from the floor, thinking about who would possibly believe me. As I powered it on, I saw myself, or my new self, staring back at me, but in the embrace of a man. Just the sight of him sent me reeling with emotion. Memories of us meeting, our first date, and even our first time sleeping together flooded my mind. I knew these memories weren't mind, forcibly implanted by whatever force turned me into this woman, but I couldn't fight my unconscious affection for him.

I heard the front door open and ran to it like a puppy, hoping that the man I loved was entering. "Hey, babe," he said as I appeared, somehow gaining clothes at some point, albeit not very concealing ones. "Shut up and take me," I told him as I pulled him into a deep kiss, letting him unbutton my shirt to reveal my lacy bra underneath. I pulled away and strutted to the bedroom, pulling the string on my panties to entice him into following me, which he did.

I never found out how that package ended up on my doorstep. My best guess was that my boyfriend, now fiancé, left it there to turn me into his perfect woman. There was plenty of evidence supporting this claim, but with reality seeming to have changed as well, I couldn't really prove anything. Not that it mattered, however, because even if these memories of him were implanted, the ones we made together were definitely real, and they more than made up for everything.