Sliding out of bed, Matt glanced back at his girlfriend, who was leaning up and smiling warmly at him, the duvet hanging loosely over her body. Grinning at her, he walked over towards their closet, pulling his nightshirt off over his head as he walked. Yawning, he scratched his bare chest, and then his balls.

As he opened the closet door, he could feel his partner’s eyes on him, and turned around. She was still there, staring and smiling. Was it him, or was there a hint of mischief in that smile, and in those remarkable eyes of hers that managed to be a mixture of green, blue and brown all at once?

“I feel like you’ve done something,” he chuckled.

She gave him her most innocent face, which was how he knew he was on the right track. “Me? What could I possibly have done?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know.” Abandoning his search for clothes, he stepped back towards the bed, lifting a knee and balancing it on the edge of the mattress. He gave her a hard stare, though his lips twitched into a small smirk. “But I’d like to find out.”

“I can’t possibly have done anything to you,” she protested, her voice layered thickly with that faux-innocent tone. “I’m weak and dumb and helpless, remember?”

Matt grinned. “Yeah... most of the time, anyway!”

Vicky pouted. “What makes you think I’ve done something?”

“I dunno, you’ve just got this look about you. This kinda... sneaky vibe.”

“Sneaky?” She slipped out from under the bedclothes, crawling across the bed towards him, her face performatively open and guileless. “I can’t be sneaky,” she said, her torso lowered before her, her butt sticking up in the air, waving from side to side as she moved. “I’m a good girl. I’m a good pet!”

Matt nodded as if he accepted this line of reasoning, reaching out to pat her golden mane as she reached him. “That’s a fair point,” he said, forming a mischievous grin of his own. “And what do good pets do?”

Her eyes went wide, staring glassily up at him as she dreamily replied, “Good pets obey.”

Continuing to administer headpats to his mindless submissive as he enjoyed her blank expression, Matt briefly considered taking advantage of the ‘good pets obey’ trigger to make her reveal any covert hypnotic suggestions she’d given him. But he soon dismissed this idea with a smirk - after all, that would spoil the fun! Much better to play out whatever the scene was, and see if he could figure out what was going on before she revealed it.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, feeling her respond automatically at first, and then with increasing passion. They broke off a minute or two later, smiling broadly at each other.

“May I please get out of bed, Master?” Vicky said demurely, the picture of docile servility. And yet, he was still suspicious of her...

“You may,” he chuckled. As she clambered off the bed and stood before him, he reached out and seized her by the neck. A startled whimper escaped her mouth, her expression soon becoming relaxed and placid, smiling dazedly as her eyes rolled. Her body slumped, her arms limp at her sides, all the tension leaving her as long as her throat was in his grasp.

Firmly, but still gently enough that he knew he wouldn’t hurt her, Matt tugged Vicky downwards, and she fell to her knees, face level with his crotch. Which was ideal for him, because seeing her in this state, using the triggers and suggestions working on her to play with her first thing in the morning, was making him increasingly hard. (And he had to admit, the notion that a suggestion was working on him without his awareness was somewhat adding to that...)

Unbuttoning his boxers, he slipped his thick cock out. Vicky immediately opened her mouth wide to greet it, extending her tongue as he moved closer to her. He let out a moan as he felt her lick his tip, closing his eyes as she slid her mouth over his hard wood.

Matt let his mind wander during the exquisite blowjob, though inevitably it wandered back to thoughts of Vicky. He looked down at her, delighting in the sight of her doe-like eyes staring back up at him as he thrust his dick back and forth within her face. Below that, he could see she was still wearing her nightshirt, and was gripped with a sudden urge to see what lay beneath.

“Keep going, and take off your shirt,” he grunted, humping her mouth harder. She complied, letting the shirt fall to the floor as she fully exposed her big, bouncing breasts. They instantly and fully captured his attention. Even as he facefucked her, he couldn’t take his eyes off her ripe, round tits, and her large, hard nipples. He wanted to grope and squeeze them... to kiss and lick and bite them... to shove his face into them and breathe deeply... to pull his cock out of her mouth and squirt his cum all over them...

Vicky’s warm, wet mouth felt so fucking amazing around his dick. But as he closed his eyes again and sped up his thrusts, his mind was full of her boobs. They were all he could think about, all he could see, all he desired... No thoughts, just tits...

Grabbing Vicky’s hair, he pulled her off his cock and held her in place as he felt a surge of cum swell from within, spurting thickly over her tits. He stuck his still-ejaculating dick in her cleavage and fucked her tits for a few long, glorious seconds, until, finally spent, he sank to the floor in front of her.

Shaking his head in bewildered exhaustion, he grinned at her. “OK, I think I see what you did.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What did I do, Master?”

“Uh, ‘no thoughts, just tits’?” he laughed. “I’ve never had that come into my mind before... I have a sneaking suspicion you’re responsible!”

Vicky joined in with his laughter. “You got me,” she admitted.

“Very funny!” Matt slowly got to his feet, his legs still shaky, and turned back towards the closet. “You’d better get yourself cleaned up, before I put some clothes on you...”

“Cleaned up?” He wasn’t even looking at her, and yet he could tell she was smirking. “But, Master, what do you mean? I’m perfectly clean...”

Frowning, he swivelled around to stare down at her. “What are you talking about, I just came all over y-”

He stopped mid-word at the sight of her tits. Her gorgeous, supple, and completely spotless tits.

He stared at them, mystified, his mouth agape, frown deepening. “But... how is that...” He came hard, all over her. He knew he did. He felt it. So how... He glanced down at his dick, which he hadn’t yet tucked back in his boxers. Bizarrely, it still appeared to be erect, even though it couldn’t possibly be after the load it just released...

It took another few seconds for the realisation to click in his mind. When it did, he burst into hysterical giggles, sinking back to the floor and letting his head fall onto his girlfriend’s unblemished boobs. “I get it,” he spluttered. “I know what’s happening... I’m not a guy, am I? I’m not really a man... I’m not really Matt!”

He could hear Victoria laughing too, her arms wrapping around him. “No, love,” she confirmed. “You’re not.”

Sitting up straight again, he gave her a rueful grin. “See? You are sneaky!”

She winked. “When I want to be.”

“Did you come up with my name, or did I?”

“Both. I gave you some options while you were in trance, and you picked ‘Matt’.”

‘Matt’ got to his feet, his eyes drifting out of focus as information slowly started to seep back into his brain. He remembered now that his real name was Samantha, that his ‘dick’ was in fact a strap-on, and that his chest was not flat, but equipped with breasts that, while not as large as Victoria’s, were not on the small side either. All of this knowledge was returning to him, bit by bit, along with explicit memories of being Samantha, of feeling like Samantha, of being a woman.

And yet, he realised, he still felt like a man. He was still mentally using male pronouns, he still thought of himself as ‘Matt’... He still heard a deep, masculine, slightly croaky voice when he spoke... And when he looked down at himself, he saw a perfectly flat, and slightly hairy, chest, and a soft, fleshy, real cock.

He stared at Victoria in astonishment. “Why do I still... how long am I gonna...”

“As long as you want,” she replied, smiling warmly at him as she got to her feet. “You can be Matt for as long as you want. All weekend, if you like.”

He felt a wave of deep affection for her. “This - this is supposed to be your revenge!” he spluttered, feeling his eyes tear up slightly. “It feels more like you’re giving me a freaking birthday present...”

She embraced him again, kissing him gently on the cheek. “This is why I’m never the top,” she chuckled. “I wanted to be mean, but I couldn’t help being nice to you, giving you something I knew you’d really enjoy...”

“I do,” he said softly. “Thank you, my love.”

They made out for a while, gently and lovingly. “I kinda want to go out like this,” Matt said as they broke apart, grinning madly. “To, like, our local diner. Is that crazy?”

“I don’t think so!” Victoria replied. “Why not go out and enjoy your manliness?”

He quivered, eager at the thought of being out in public while fully perceiving himself as male, totally disregarding what anyone else thought or saw. “But what if we run into someone we know?”

“We tell them you’re going by ‘Matt’ for the day,” Victoria suggested. “That you’re trying something, seeing how it feels.”

Matt grinned, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I like that. OK, let me get us some clothes, and then we’ll head out.”

“Yes, Master,” Victoria said, beaming at him as she pulled down her shorts and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to dress her.

As he stepped back towards the closet, Matt caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror standing beside it. Or rather, herself. In the reflection was a slight young woman, with long brunette hair, B-cup boobs that jiggled as she moved, and a flesh-coloured but clearly rubber strap-on hanging from her waist.

Samantha.

He looked down at himself again. Real cock and balls, flat chest, and no sign of trailing brown locks.

Grinning, Matt looked back at the reflection - at Samantha, her eyes shining with emotion.

She looked just as happy as he felt.