Tinder

Zack was addicted to his Tinder app. He spent hours each day viewing girls in his area open to casual sex. He was in the zone scoring five or more times a week. His friends told him to slow down and be careful; not everyone on Tinder is safe. Zack did not care. He wore protection to prevent disease and as a guy he knew he could handle anything any girl threw at him.

Tina was different. She shared many of Zack’s interests. Her dark skin glowed a golden hue in the light. She was open to sex if Zack could be at her place in twenty minutes. Zack had no time to spare. He pulled on his coat and raced out the door.

It was the best sex he ever had. Gawd, how he loved modern technology and Tinder. Spent, he wanted to spend a few more minutes inside Tina. Zack rested his head on Tina’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He felt his tool slowly slide out as he grew limper. Then it started to feel different; even his chest felt different. He opened his eyes to find breasts and… and… girl parts.

Who are you, Zack’s eyes said as he looked into Tina’s eyes? “I am a Mentol from the planet Partnon VIII. I desired a mate and you answered my request. You are my wife now, Belinda.” “I never agreed to a sex change,” Zack nearly screamed. “But you did. You did read my profile?” Tina kissed Belinda’s new, soft feminine lips. “Change me back,” Zack demanded. “I can’t,” Tina said. “My species finds a mate and turns him into a female for the lifelong coupling. We will grow old together.”

Belinda fought it at first, but Tina loved so many of the same things he did. Belinda does have a few problems with the new body as illustrated by the picture here. She still likes to stand like a man with her legs apart. Not very ladylike. She will eventually learn.