Adapted Anonymous [Man to Asian Beauty TG] - Part 4 (Patreon)

Michael is your average guy, living an average, stagnant life, when suddenly he is transformed into a beautiful Asian woman. Struggling with the change, he begins attending Adapted Anonymous and ends up finding friendship, love and self-acceptance along the way.

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We didn’t go to another bar. We hopped into a taxi, and James gave the driver an address, one that was probably his home. My heart was racing, blood pumping to all kinds of places across my body I had been trying to ignore. Was I really doing this? I’d never been a hook-up kind of guy, but apparently, I was a hook-up kind of girl.  

James ran a hand up my leg and leaned up against me in the taxi. The back seat suddenly felt much smaller, and I looked up to see the driver glance back at us through the rear vision mirror. He rolled his eyes and kept driving as James placed a gentle kiss on my neck. I felt a spark run through me from the soft skin all the way down to the pussy, and I went stiff. 

“Are you okay?” James asked, leaning back, looking like he was trying to hide his annoyance.

“Yes, I just…haven’t done this before,” I admitted, blushing. 

“At all?”

“What, no, I’m not a virgin, I’ve just never done a booty call before.” 

God, this was so embarrassing. In all the movies, people just fell into cars and started necking. Why was real life so much more…awkward? James cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine; they felt firm against my softness, and there was a slight scratch of stubble that made my stomach do somersaults.

“I can always let you out if you don’t want to go through with it.” He muttered, “But…I’ll be gentle, if you still want some no strings fun.”

I could practically hear Candy cheering in my brain, yelling at me to go for it. I needed to experiment more with this new body; some no-strings fun might be exactly what I needed. 

“I want it,” I whispered, surprised by how true those words were and leaned in to kiss him again. 

It felt different, taking the lead, I liked it. He kissed back hungrily until the driver cleared his throat a few times, and I realised we’d stopped. James paid and took my hand, leading him up to his apartment. My nerves started to return; was this really what I wanted? If I slept with a guy, wouldn’t that mean I was giving up on being a man again? Was I accepting my fate? 

We reached James’ floor and stepped off the elevator; the sound of his key in the lock was deafening. I was torn between the desires of my body and my anxiety-riddled brain. I didn’t know who I was anymore; how had I even gotten to this point? James was leading me down the hall, and part of me wanted to run; the other part wanted him to hurry up and get to the bedroom already.

“Here we are,” he purred. 

I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I clutched the edges of my dress. This was it. The moment we’d been heading toward since we got in that taxi. James walked to the bedframe and turned back to beckon me closer, his gaze warm and steady. My whole body was tingling with anticipation and nerves, but I forced myself to step closer. 

His hands reached out, cupping my face gently, and I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of his palms against my cheeks. He kissed me again, but it was different to the hungry ones we had shared in the taxi. They felt gentle, reassuring, almost. I felt my tension melt away, replaced by a warmth that spread through my chest. His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer, and I could feel the solidness of his chest against mine, the faint stubble of his jaw scratching my skin. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered sweet words in my ear that made me flush between my legs. 

James led me to the bed, his hand guiding me gently before starting to undress me. 

“You’ve never done this before, so we’ll take it slow. Just don’t go falling in love with me, alright?” He chuckled.

“Arrogant asshole, aren't you?” I teased, my voice coming out a little breathy.

“Confidence, darling, just confidence.”

Each piece of clothing was sensually removed. James took his time, like he was unwrapping a fragile gift. My skin tingled under his touch, and his fingers traced along my collarbone, down my chest, and over my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they tightened into buds. I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips, and he smiled.

Then, lips followed the path his fingers had taken, kissing my neck, my shoulders, his breath hot against my skin. When he reached my breasts, he took his time, his tongue swirling around my nipples, his lips sucking gently, making me squirm with pleasure. I’d felt up my own tits, obviously, but a tongue was something else entirely. Slightly rough, yet soft. It made lightning fork through my entire body. It felt so good I couldn’t even feel conflicted about fucking a guy anymore. My body wanted him too badly to care. 

James’s hands found my thighs and spread them apart, forcing me back onto the bed. I gasped when I felt his warm breath, and his tongue flicked over my clit, slow and deliberate. My body jolted at the sensation, my hands tangling in his hair as he teased me, his tongue dipping into my core. It was so much better than my own fingers in the shower. He sucked my clit gently, building my pleasure until I was trembling on the edge, my breath coming in short gasps.

I was on the edge, ready to cum when he stopped. I whined at the loss, and James laughed playfully,  kissing his way back up my body. I reached for him, desperate to feel him inside me, and he chuckled softly, guiding my hand to his cock. It was hard, thick and oddly familiar. I’d had one myself not long ago, and then it was my turn to smile. I knew exactly what to do. I stroked slowly, making sure to swirl my thumb across the head. 

“Fuck me, you’re good at that,” he groaned, “You sure this is your first one-night stand?”

“First one-night stand.” I purred, “I’m not a virgin.”

James chuckled again and positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip, before sliding in inch by inch. His movements were deliberate, slow; he was giving me time to adjust to his girth. It didn’t matter, though. Nothing could prepare me for the feeling of him inside me. It scratched at some primal itch in my brain and left me breathless. 

 I felt impossibly full, and yet my walls continued to stretch. Then, he began to move, his hips rolling gently, his cock gliding in and out of my wet pussy, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through me.

Instinctually, I clenched around him, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and he sped up just slightly, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements as I met his thrusts, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

I felt my orgasm building, a coil tightening in my core, and James sped up. Moans started to escape my lips. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. His cock pounded into me deeper. I savoured every second until all of a sudden I was screaming his name, my pussy clenching around him as I came, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He followed me over the edge, his own orgasm tearing through him, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot cum.

It all happened so suddenly, and then, the pleasure faded to a satisfying ache as he collapsed on top of me. As we lay there, the world outside fading away, I realised I didn’t feel any shame for sleeping with a man. I smiled and let him tangle his limbs around mine. I was right, this was exactly what I had needed. 

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I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing on James’ bedside table, Candy’s face flashing across the screen. James was still asleep, snoring softly, and I smiled before slipping out of bed and running to the bathroom.”

“Candy?”

“So…how’d your night go? I lost track of you…”

“You left me to the wolves!” I hissed before laughing, “That was your plan, right?”

“Maaaaaaaybe…did you meet a nice wolf? Did he eat you up?”

My face turned pink. “Maybe.”

Candy’s squeal was so loud I had to hold the phone away from my face. 

“I’m so proud of you! Aw, all grown up. Now, if only we could get Daisy to loosen up as well. A good hard dicking could really help her out.”

I snorted. “I don’t think Daisy will ever be a one-night stand sort of lady.”

“You never know, I am making it my mission to corrupt you all.” 

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There are moments in life, turning points, where a life takes a new direction. The problem is, most people don’t realise the moment is happening until long later, when they start to realise their life has changed. That was how things progressed after that one-night stand. Weeks passed, and I was stocking shelves at the store, watching the clock, counting down the moments till quitting time, when I realised I was looking forward to the Adapted Anonymous meeting I would be heading to after. 

“Hey, can you tell me what this says?”

A customer thrust a box in front of her, the latest Samsung model. The little squiggles meant about as much to me as they did six months ago, and yet, since my transformation, people seemed to assume I was a walking translator.

“I have no idea.”

The woman went red in the face. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were Japanese…that was presumptuous of me.”

“I am Japanese.” I muttered, “I think.”

“But you don’t speak your own language? That’s a shame.”

“I do speak my own language,” I said, gritting my teeth. “It’s English. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my shift just ended.”

It hadn’t. I still had fifteen minutes on the clock, but I wanted out. If I was lucky, the manager wouldn’t notice me slipping into the breakroom for the rest of the shift. 

“Annoying, isn’t it? She asked me too.” 

Linh smirked as I passed the aisle where she was labelling. 

“Yeah, yeah, don't stereotype, lesson learned, I guess.”

“Is it?” She raised an eyebrow. “Imagine that, all the time, for your entire life, plus the knowledge it will never stop.” I winced.

“I asked one time-”

“You asked three times.” Linh corrected. “And every time I told you I wasn’t Japanese, I was Vietnamese and that I didn’t speak either language.”

I felt my face burn with shame; three times, really? Surely I would have remembered by then. Embarrassment and shame burned in my throat, and I crossed my arms defensively, only to wince as they crushed against my chest.

“Looks, I’m…” My voice trailed off; I could hear the insincerity in my voice, and instead, I let out a long breath. 

I thought back to the last meeting when Bea spoke. 

“When I first transformed, I thought the world had been turned upside down.” She explained, “It took me a while, but I realised the world had stayed exactly the same, but my experiences in it had not. I could walk, talk and act just like I used to, but nobody would treat me the same. And no master how much I tried to brute force it, it was never going to work, so I adapted, I learned, I started paying attention and empathising with a group of people I never had before. And suddenly, I realised so many of the problems I was facing were problems I had been a part of when I was a man.”

Like so many things Bea said, the words had gone in one ear and out the other, at least I’d thought so at the time. Now they rang true. I met Linh’s eyes seriously.

“I’m sorry. Truly. That was rude and dismissive of you, and I’m sorry it took me walking a mile in your shoes to realise it.”

She blinked in genuine shock. “Uh…thanks, I appreciate that.”

Then, she smiled, the first real, genuine smile I think had ever been directed my way. 

“You know, I think we could be friends, now that you’re not such an ass.” 

She stuck out her hand, and I took it, suddenly hit with the oddest mixture of happiness and guilt. I never would have been friends with Linh before. In fact, I’d never been just friends with a woman in my life. That felt… embarrassing to realise.

“Did you want to grab a drink? As friends?” Linh asked.

A month or so ago, I would have jumped at the chance, ready to try and charm my way right past friends as soon as possible. So I shook my head.

“Actually, I have a matter to get to…raincheck?”

She nodded. “Raincheck.”

I changed and headed out toward the community centre, a strange concoction of feelings swirling in my gut. Guilt at the realisation I’d been wrong, the random hook up and the feeling that maybe…just maybe, this transformation might have been…just. I bit my lip and walked a little faster. Maybe it was time I finally talked at one of my meetings. 

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Who do you think our main character should get with? Lihn, Candy or Daisy? I'm torn...