The road to XChange comes in a thousand different ways. I know, I've read the testimonies and I've seen the adverts of the guys brought to their knees from the pleasure of their first female orgasm. But I never once thought I'd use it.




Sure, I may be gay, but I'm pretty invested in my masculinity.

See, I'm as alpha as it gets. A hard, muscled body to die for. Towering 6'3 stature. Almost-modelesque chiselled face. And a constant air of self-assuredness. As a strictly dom top, I'm every gay man and woman's dream.

Built the way I was, I never had a reason to use XChange until Ryan.

Ryan's my best friend. He and I go way back, having been friends since high school. And he's one hell of a catch. Straight-edge alpha male. Face of an adonis and the body of a football player.

But the attraction goes beyond skin-deep. There's something about him that I've never seen before. A certain confidence, a self-assuredness that trumps that of every other man I've been with. A confidence that verges almost on superiority, but never into arrogance. Masculinity came natural to him, while I worked hard to exude mine.

But of course, the perfect man for me just had to be straight. The universe just loves playing tricks on me.

We were as close as it gets. Best friends, brothers, whatever the label might be. Every time I was going through a bad breakup, he'd be the one there for me, and vice versa.

Never once did he show any indication of being anything less than straight. Until one night...

"If only you were a girl, mate... I'd have you in a heartbeat." He said, with a serious look in his eyes.

"Come on, man, quit playing. We both know that ain't happening." Came my instinctive reply.

"Don't tell me you're not at all curious what sex as a girl is like." He cocked an eyebrow at me. "I could show you a good time. Just call up any of my exes if you wanna hear the rave reviews."

"Quit joking, man." Nervous laughter. Is this really happening?

"Oh I ain't playing, Rob. Just say the word and I'll get the XChange." He laughed. There was a look in his eyes, one that spoke of seriousness and made me turn away. It wasn't often that things intimidated me and Ryan was one of the few people who could. Something beneath that drunken exterior was an undeniable truth.

"Since when do you use XChange?"

"Since Mikey introduced it to me. Ever wondered how we'd gotten so close last summer?"

My jaw nearly hit the floor then. Mikey was one of the most masculine guys I knew. Straight as an arrow too. Never once did I peg him as anything but. I still remember the familiar pangs of jealousy I felt that summer when I thought I was losing my best bud to him. That they were experimenting this whole time...

I was quiet for a long while, before I gave my answer. "Sorry, mate. No can do. I love my cock far too much to give it up."

I immediately regretted it, but said no more. The conversation ended there, but the tension certainly didn't.

Whatever the stereotypes about gay men may suggest, I'm perfectly comfortable with my sex and my sexuality. More than that, the thought of losing my cock, losing my masculinity, even if only for a night, scared me.

At the same time however, there was a thrill to it. The forbidden desire to surrender that made my cock twitch with excitement then and there. Little did I know, as we both laughed it off, the suggestion had been planted, to fester in my mind. I could show you a good time.

The temptation stayed in my head for the weeks to come. And try as I might to push it away, it had a way of coming up when I least expected it to.

In the drunken conversations me and Ryan had, those lewd descriptions of his action with the girls taking on a whole new light now that I could put myself in their place. In the XChange billboards that were popping up all around town. In the way even the smallest of glances from him, even the brush of his skin, sparked excitement inside me.

The thing that finally pushed me over the edge? His package.

No, not that one.

It was an ordinary morning at work when I received a mysterious package, without a return address. I probably should've known better than to open it up in front of all my colleagues, because within was a single pink XChange pill along with a handwritten note, "Just for one night. You won't regret it."

So there I was, standing in his apartment's bathroom, pink pill in my hand as I looked into the mirror. It was those words that lingered in my head as I wondered: Could I go through with it? The hesitation lasted for only a moment before it was conquered by the thought of savouring Ryan once and for all.

Throwing caution to the wind, I swallowed the pill.

I could feel the change happen almost immediately, as a hot sensation overcame me, beginning at my face and travelling down towards my crotch. And where the sensation touched me, my masculinity vanished.

My strong jaw and well-defined features melted into soft and feminine ones. My muscles shrinking and fading. My body growing thinner and shorter. And most importantly, I was enraptured as my cock shrank and faded, until a woman's slit opened up in its place.

"Hey man, you done in there?" came Ryan's voice from the living room.

I nearly opened my mouth to speak, before deciding I should surprise him.

Opening the door, I was greeted with his presence before me. He gave me a once over before shooting me a sly grin. "So you did it after all."

"Yeah." It was strange hearing myself in another voice and stranger still to be looking up at him from my new body, but it didn't faze him one bit. Nothing ever seemed to.

Taking me by the hand, he led me into the bedroom.

By the dim glow of his bedroom lamp, I watched him strip. Here was the masculinity I was willing to give up mine for. And he was upon me before I even had the time to admire it.

Pushing me onto the bed, his lips were on mine in an instant. It was a hot and desperate kiss. Rough and wanting, I could barely hold back the moans or my own travelling hands. They were exploring, discovering, his body in ways I'd never done before.

I loved the touch of his skin, the hardness of his muscle, the raw submission of his arms pinning me down; leaving me helpless before him. So this is what it's like to surrender so totally to another man. I was entering the forbidden and I loved the taste of it.

It wasn't long before I could feel his hardness pressing against me, rubbing slowly against my feminine slit, thrusting suggestively against me. Teasing me. I nearly growled with frustration when our lips finally parted, all my hesitation burnt to nothing, replaced by a desperate desire to have him inside me.

And with one fell thrust, he gave me what I wanted. I gasped when I felt him push his way inside me. His cock was huge, bigger than any I'd ever taken before, and the sensation...

It was driving me crazy, the euphoric mixture of pain and pleasure as he filled me with his cock, stretched me open with it. I nearly lost it then and there.

"Damn, you're wet." He laughed, the first thing he'd said since we started.

And all I could do to answer was whimper and moan helplessly.

It seemed to last forever, him pushing his way inside me. Penetrating me and making me his. By the time I could feel him buried to the hilt in me, I felt so full, so stretched, so close to him. We were friends before, but this was intimacy of a whole other level.

"You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" He grunted, as he began to thrust. As gentleness turned to roughness. "Unf!"

My moans were all the answer he needed.

As his thrusts came harder, faster, it was all I could do to press my palms against his chest. A pleading look, a weightless push, was all the resistance I could offer, swatted aside by his arms pinning mine above my head.

"Ungh, ah!" I gasped, "S-stop, it hurts..."

"Shut up," He silenced me with a rough kiss, robbing me of my words and breath as he thrust ever harder. "and fucking take it!"

There was no love in this, I realized as I looked up into his eyes, devoid of everything but lust. I had surrendered to him, and he was going to take full use of it.

"Is this what you wanted, fag?" His words sent a dark thrill down my spine, even as I squirmed and struggled in his grip. "To be fucked by a real man?"

He rocked his hips against me, pushing himself as deep as he would go. It was all I could do to wrap my legs around his hips, tighter with every thrust. Each second was intimacy and hurt, pain and pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt before. The unbearable hotness of his skin, pressed against mine.

With one hard thrust, he sent me reeling, my eyes rolling back into my skull. It was too much for me to bear, the pain, the pressure, the totality of my submission and it sent me falling, no, careening, over the edge as my body exploded with pleasure.

As my body tightened and spasmed beneath him, I could feel him shooting inside me, filling me with his seed before he collapsed beside me on the bed.

We lay there for ages, every part of me aching and yet content. Head on his chest, pressed tight against him, it was afterglow. If only the night had ended there.

Everything after was a blur.

We fucked until we lost count that night, until I had reached my lowest and highest. In every room of his apartment, every position we could think of. The number of times he made me go off, with his cock, with his lips, with his hands... I don't think I'll ever recover.

Even after my body had begun to ache from exhaustion, even after my body had no more to give, he continued. Fucking me without end. God the man was a stallion, and weakened as I was, I couldn't even resist.

And when he too had no more to give, his eyes glazed over from exhaustion, he brought me to his bedroom. Tied me down with restraints I never even noticed, pushed his toys inside me, and left me there for hours. Leaving me moaning all the while as his toys vibrated away inside me.

He returned in the morning, when my voice had grown hoarse from moaning and my body sore beyond humanly possible; and watched as I changed back.

As my body grew harder and taller in his bed. As my masculinity returned to me. As my cock grew again, before it began to spurt from the vibrator in my arse, drenching me in my own cum.

Only then did it end.

"Hey man, get a drink for me, would you?" He asked me, lying back on the couch, a hint of dominance in his voice that never existed before.

It was months since the day we first experimented. And everything between me and Ryan changed after that. We were still friends, but of a different kind; we were no longer equals.

There was something bestial in what we did to each other. Like an alpha establishing dominance over his beta, him marking me like he did.

It turned out Ryan had a thing for fucking guys on XChange. It was a power trip for him, emasculating guys the way he did. Making guys like me or Mikey surrender our cocks and beg for his. Turning us into his girls.

Sure, we still drank together, and bitched about our love lives together, but always with the expectation that I'd be a good girl and take my pink pill after... and get rammed by his cock all night.

Returning from the kitchen with his drink, I gulped when I saw the look of hunger in his eyes. Glancing at the bottle of pills on the table between us, I knew just how tonight would end.

But our relationship was escalating. There was something in the air tonight, something in the way he looked at me that told me he wanted more.

Where once the Basic pill was enough, he had begun to detest the presence of my masculinity. My presence at the gym, my working out, my muscles, their very existence was offensive to him.

Harsh, animalistic, sexual. The way he imposed his rules on me. It was a side of him I had never seen before. And now that I'd glimpsed it, it was all I could see.

And me, I could hardly resist the surrender or following his rules. Because that night with him had ruined me.

I'd get over Ryan, given time. But sex with other men was no longer the same. It felt empty, inadequate, like I could barely match the high I experienced with the pill. And if he wanted more, I could hardly resist that either.

"Why don't you try taking Xtra Strength tonight?" He'd asked me the question a dozen times. But tonight, he had the pill in his hands, this one a shade lighter than the others.

I knew what was on his mind. He wanted to make it permanent. And somewhere in the depths of my own, I knew I would let him.