Three in the morning was usually a time when most people were asleep, unless they were working the overnight shift at work. Jeremy was up at this time, playing a new game he had purchased. He was getting quite tired based on the circles underneath his eyes. His short black hair was a mess, though his slightly chubby frame fit in his chair perfectly as he played on his computer with the television on beside him, providing all the illumination in the room as the lights were turned off. The television was on mute, Jeremy wasn't paying too much attention to it anyways. "Just one more level and I'll call it a night." He muttered to himself.



Just then, the television became unmuted. On the screen, there was a woman that must have just hit her 20s. She was barely wearing anything, and smiled at the camera. "Hey guys. Need a little pick me up before you wind down? Give us a call at 1-800-bimbotv and we guarantee that we will change your life. The best part? The call is absolutely free!"



Jeremy jumped in his chair as the television suddenly became unmuted. The remote wasn't anywhere near him to accidentally press, and the only other person in the house, Ashley, Jeremy's fiancee, was fast asleep in another room entirely. He was about to reach for that remote to turn the television off, but then he froze as he saw the woman. She had massive spherical tits that barely looked real, but still absolutely massive. Her lips were huge and pouty, and she had this look towards the camera, almost as if her eyes pierced through the screen to see Jeremy himself. He had seen countless commercials for 'phone sex', it was just something that was common on late night television. What wasn't so common though, was when the woman mentioned the price. "Free?" he asked. "There's got to be a catch. How are they making any money?"



"Call now and give us a try, you won't regret it. No fees ever." The woman said with a sultry voice, and a lick of her lips. "What have you got to lose? She's asleep after all, she'll never know."



Jeremy blinked a few times at the screen. It almost sounded as if the woman were talking to him. With a roll of his eyes, he picked up his cell phone. He kept watch of the screen for the small fine print such advertisements normally put at the bottom, but he didn't see any. "Well if you sell my phone number, I guess I can sue you then." He teased, as if talking back to the screen. With phone in hand, he dialed up the number.



Jeremy held the phone to his ears, and turned the channel to something else, just in case. He wasn't one that normally dialed a phone number off of a television screen, especially one that was almost the equivalent of a sex ad, but he was curious, plus free was free. He heard the stereotypical music that one might play for sexual arousal, cheap Barry White knock off music without the lyrics. Jeremy just rolled his eyes as he heard that kind of music. It wasn't long before a voice picked up on the other end, a sultry voice that sounded similar to the woman in the commercial.



"Hey there hot stuff. The kind of things you'll hear here aren't like the other sex talk lines. We don't describe clothing and the sexual things we're doing. We're going to tell YOU the things you should be doing, and your body will do it. Think of it like...a hypnosis lesson. If you're not in a private place, we suggest you go near one as sometimes you may be doing things against your will. Whenever you're ready to begin, just press 1." The voice spoke, and then slow jazz music played.



"So like those weird hypno things I've seen online." Jeremy said to himself. He had tried one, and it just sounded a little bizarre. He was used to reading stories, not having them told to him directly, much less being told what to do. He figured he'd do it, if only for laughs. He pressed 1, and waited. Part of him wanted to get what the voice was going to say on recording, but he didn't want to risk getting in trouble with Ashley in case this was something she didn't approve of. If nothing else, it wasn't cheating if it was just over the phone with an automated machine.



"Let's start simple. Close your eyes and picture me. Picture myself on your body. I'm the perfect woman for you, and rubbing my hand on your crotch, whispering...won't you take me?" she said the last part quietly, as if it were right in his ear.



Jeremy closed his eyes, and did just as she instructed. He thought it was rather dumb, though as he heard her words, he felt a warmth flow through his body. He felt soft hands along his arms, and two bare legs on his own. He laid back in his computer chair. "Okay..." he couldn't picture the woman's face, but he could see her slim body, her massive chest, and her bare shaven crotch. It wasn't the girl he wanted, but the one he pictured.



"Good." The voice on the line said. "Now that you've pictured me, let's put yourself in there. Here I am, on your body, your cock is slowly getting aroused at the sheer sound of my voice. Every word I say makes your cock pulse and throb harder, wanting more."



Jeremy's lips quivered as his cock in his pajama pants slowly pulsed to life. He wasn't one to believe in hypnosis, but he had to admit that this phone line knew exactly what it was doing. He could feel himself become more aroused at each word she said, no matter how little it may have been. "Uhn...y-yeah..." he mumbled underneath his breath.



"Throbbing, pulsing, close, but not yet. You can only cum when I can tell you to cum." The feminine voice continued. "Your very masculinity is in your balls. You cum, you cum out your masculinity and become more feminine. Thoughts too, ready to come out when you cum, never to come back."



Jeremy couldn't help himself. He let out a quiet moan as he heard the voice. His shaft pulsed and throbbed underneath his underwear. He could feel the pressure build and build, but he couldn't release. He reached down and stroked himself underneath his pants, yet nothing he did made it work.



The woman's voice was nothing but a whisper, though her words were still as clear as a bell to Jeremy. "Pulse...wider hips. Throb...less hair on your body, except the hair on top of your head...pulse...so close, begging for release, but unable to do so, unable to climax without my permission."



Jeremy let out a sharp gasp. He felt so close. The pressure in his balls felt so intense, yet no matter how much he stroked himself, he just couldn't cum. His body felt tingly, especially in his legs, his face, and his hips, but he ignored it. He didn't notice his hips widen slowly, nor the hair on his legs and face slowly fall from his body. While he was left with a stubby black beard, his legs were completely hairless, and his hips were much more feminine. "C-come on...let me..." he whined. He couldn't have imagined that one single phone call could get this intense this early, but he loved it.



It almost sounded as if the prerecorded message smiled behind the phone. "Now, you're going to cum. You're going to climax. When you do, you're going to lose your thoughts. You're going to lose track of everything and only think like a bimbo. Once your orgasm is finished, you'll return to normal, but with slightly slower thoughts, and a 5 IQ reduction in intelligence. Now...cum."



Jeremy's hands gently gripped onto his cock. He let out another moan, arched his back, squeezed his toes, and came. His cock pulsed and pumped more of his seed out than he had ever done so before, and with it, his mind went blank. He couldn't think of anything except cocks, sex, and cum. The moment was brief, but it was intense. Jeremy had felt as if he had lost all of his senses. All he had was his orgasm, and what sexual thoughts he was left with. By the time his orgasm was finished, the front of his underwear was wet, his left hand was sticky, and he could barely move as he was recovering from the euphoric bliss.



It sounded as if the voice waited for Jeremy to finish his business before she concluded. "This has been your first session with me. You're going to memorize this number, think of me all day, and you're going to call me back tomorrow night wanting ever more. Until then, hot stuff." The line then went dead.



Jeremy's legs were spread. He panted lightly from exhaustion as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. "That was...that was something..." his shaft slowly went flaccid, and with a small sigh, he stood up, went into the bathroom, and cleaned himself up. He put on a fresh pair of underwear, and with the old one in the wash, he went to bed. He didn't even bother looking down at his hips, nor did he notice anything different about his less facial hair, or his now non-hairy legs. He just went to bed with a satisfied smile on his face.



The next morning went as normal as any other day could have for Jeremy. He woke up before Ashley and went about a morning shower without a second thought. Once he finished and went into the kitchen, he saw Ashley eating a bowl of cereal casually.



Ashley had a build similar to Jeremy. She was a bit chubby, but not overly so, wide hips, a fairly large chest, and blue and pink dyed hair. She smiled at Jeremy, and once she swallowed her cereal, she spoke up. "How was your night?"



"No complaints. I had fun." Jeremy replied with a smile as he helped himself to some cereal as well. The two lived fairly average, nothing worth complaining about. "I might play some more again tonight."



"Well, just make sure you get enough sleep. Can't have you sleeping on your job." Ashley joked with a soft smile.



Jeremy chuckled. "I know, don't worry about it babe." He spoke back, casually.



Once the two finished breakfast, they gave each other a quick kiss, and went about their day going to their jobs.



Ashley and Jeremy finished their work, came back home, cleaned up the house a bit, and spent the evening together on the couch watching television. It was as normal a day as any other would have been. 

Every time Jeremy saw himself in the mirror, he swore something felt a little off, but he ignored it. The minor differences weren't enough to worry him, although he did find it off that his legs were completely smooth.



That next night, Ashley went to bed early again, and Jeremy was left to his own devices once more. He wasn't so much interested in video games, but rather, calling that same phone number again. In truth, he couldn't stop thinking about the woman on the other end all day. He knew it was just a recording, but it didn't help him. He was easily aroused at the thought of the woman, and when Ashley was sound asleep, Jeremy took his cell phone to a separate room, and gave the number a call once more.



"I knew you'd be back stud." The voice said after sultry music played. "You're here for another happy session with me, aren't you?"



"Y-yeah..." Jeremy responded hastily, before he felt a twinge of embarrassment. He just realized he responded to an automated machine. "Sorry, I forgot you weren't real." He froze again, and mentally swore to himself. He wasn't sure what was up with him, he just felt so giddy that he couldn't focus.



"That's alright stud, I know how it is. You can't even cum without me telling you to do so." The voice said with a happy tone. "Let's get straight into your free session then. Close your eyes, and imagine me at your door wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear."



Jeremy was at his computer again, although his computer wasn't even turned on. With a deep, if slightly shaky breath, he closed his eyes, and pictured her. He wasn't sure why he pictured the woman he did, the same one from yesterday that looked slim, but with a large chest, but he did. He couldn't help but think of how she would have looked better with some improvements, but no thoughts he pictured changed the woman in his head. With closed eyes, he easily imagined that woman at his door with nothing but black underwear on, and that alone was enough to make his shaft slowly pulse to life.



"Now, let's picture you. Your hips are still so wide from yesterday, your legs are shaven, but the rest of your body feels so hairy, doesn't it? Imagine yourself shedding all of that hair. The only hair should be your eyebrows, and the hair on top of your head. No other bodily hair should exist. All that should exist is just soft, smooth, practically feminine skin." The voice whispered, seemingly with a happy smile on the other line, even if it did sound like an automated recording.



Jeremy pictured his body, his masculine legs, his hairy arms, and then his torso, which he had never shaved. He was hairy, but no hairier than your average male. He pictured himself shaven and clean, like an Olympic swimmer one would see. He felt a chill run through him, unaware that the hair on his body slowly shed from him, from his beard, down to his crotch, leaving him clean and shaven. He still had a fairly masculine body, besides the wider hips, but now he was totally clean. "O-okay...?" he asked aloud, questioning why he was picturing such things, but he couldn't picture himself with body hair now.



"I can tell you're nervous." The voice responded. "But you have no reason to be. Accept your body changes, and desire more. You want to be a slutty bimbo. Say it out loud."



The words from the voice went into Jeremy's ear, and right into his mind. The voice was quite powerful, but Jeremy wasn't entirely weak-willed. What? I don't...I'm not saying that. He thought to himself. Part of him screamed at himself to hang up the phone, but while he could resist the voice's commands, he couldn't bring his hands up to hit the button to end the call.



After a short pause, the voice spoke up again. "I haven't heard you say it. Perhaps you're not quite ready for me after all...a shame, you know you can't cum without me."



With a grimace, Jeremy slowly regained his focus. It was enough for him to hit end call, and then toss his cell phone onto the carpeted floor beneath him. He could still see that woman in his mind, but he couldn't get over the teasing she did to him. "I'm not a slutty bimbo, and I don't want to be one." He said to himself confidently. "If they charged me money to speak with her, I would so think I was ripped off." Jeremy got out of his chair and went to bed. He mentally told himself he wasn't going to let some woman over the phone control him. The first time was very arousing granted, he came more than he ever had in his life, but he figured he could just continue on without calling up that number again. Once in bed, Jeremy fell asleep, dreaming of that woman he was told to envision from earlier, waiting and watching his every move.



The next morning went much like it did yesterday for Jeremy. He got up and went to the bathroom. After using the bathroom and while washing his hands, he paused as he looked at his face in a mirror right above the sink. 

His face was completely shaven, complete with a smooth neck and chin. He normally had a slight beard, but now he had nothing. "That's...strange. I don't remember shaving..." he said to himself. He just dismissed it, not thinking too much about it. He decided to go and take his morning shower next, but once he was naked, he noticed he didn't have any other body hair on him too, which he knew was suspicious considering how little he shaved any part of his body. Jeremy didn't feel anything strange about his body outside of the lack of body hair, not seeing his wider hips. He figured he'd just look it up later, maybe it was just a sign of aging or something, although he had never heard of anyone losing their facial hair overnight.

Once finished with his shower, Jeremy dried off, and got dressed in a casual shirt and jeans. He walked into the kitchen, and found Ashley eating cereal once more, just like any other day.



Ashley looked at Jeremy with a raised brow once he walked into the kitchen. "Hey, I saw it when you were asleep, but I didn't say anything. You shave last night?"



Jeremy wasn't sure how to respond at first. He thought if he told her the truth, it would have come out sarcastically. "I mean...I think so. I don't remember." He wound up saying.



"The brain is the first thing to go with age." Ashley studied Jeremy's face with a small smile, as if she were trying to cheer him up. "It looks nice though, baby smooth, almost like you didn't have any hair there at all."



Jeremy rubbed two fingers on his cheeks, and moved them center to his chin and neck. He couldn't even feel any sort of stubble. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that." He could tell that Ashley was trying to make him feel better, but it wasn't helping him. He had too many thoughts about his lack of body hair, and then the thoughts of that phone call. He could still see the woman every time he closed his eyes, as if she were just waiting for him.



Ashley's slight smile turned into a slight frown. "What's wrong babe? You look, and SOUND, like you're totally distracted. Something going on at work?"



Jeremy shook his head at that. "No, no. It's just...some stuff happened. I don't really want to talk about it, alright?"



Ashley looked up at him a moment longer. "Alright. You know, if that game is really distracting, maybe take a break from it or something. I know some games can be really intense, especially if they're multiplayer."



Jeremy stared down at his stomach for a moment, lost in thought. After a long pause, he turned his attention back to Ashley. It took him a moment to even remember that he had purchased a game in the first place. "Huh? Oh yeah, yeah I'm going to give it a break. Won't touch it at all tonight, see how things go." 



Ashley and Jeremy finished breakfast, then went about their day as any other day with little eventful things worth noting. Jeremy still couldn't get the woman out of his mind, but he didn't call the phone number once that day. He thought it was a little odd that, despite that he could picture the woman almost naked in his mind so well, he couldn't even find himself getting aroused over her, though during the day that wasn't a major issue.



Later that night back at home, Ashley and Jeremy sat on the couch watching television. Ashley had her normal look with legs slightly spread and one arm on the side, while Jeremy sat on the other side, fixated with his eyes staring forward. It didn't look quite like he was looking at the television, but past it.

Jeremy hadn't been able to remain focused at all. Work was a complete blur to him, and even now he wasn't paying full attention to what was on television. He could only think about that woman, and the phone, and how good it felt to call her. He wasn't sure when he did it, but the phone number had been saved into his contact list on his cell phone.



Ashley turned to see Jeremy's bizarre stare. She slowly lowered her right hand onto his thigh, and slowly moved to his crotch. "Hey, maybe I can do something to...help relieve your tension?" she suggested with a slightly sultry voice.



Jeremy smiled faintly at Ashley. He could tell where she was going with this, and he did feel a bit pent up, even though it hadn't been very long. "I won't complain about it if you want to." He replied, and gently stroked the back of Ashley's head.



With a nod, Ashley undid Jeremy's pants, and moved her head down between his legs. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and slowly licked his shaft.



Jeremy watched Ashley happily. The two were about as intimate as any other couple could be, and while he very much loved Ashley's attempt to please him, something felt off about it. Normally, such an action Ashley did would make him happy and aroused, yet this time he felt nothing. His shaft, no matter how much Ashley worked it, remained flaccid.



Ashley stroked Jeremy's shaft with her hands, she took the flaccid cock into her mouth, but no matter what she did, he just wasn't getting aroused. After a few minutes, Ashley raised her head from his crotch. "This normally works for you babe. Seriously, what's wrong?"



Jeremy was only half sure about what could have been wrong. He was still somewhat distracted by the woman in his mind, but he knew such things normally didn't bother him when Ashley tried to arouse him. He recalled the conversation on the phone with the woman too, and her hypnotic suggestions. He was never one to believe in hypnosis, but if it was real, then this was living proof of it. "I haven't been uh...doing anything with it recently, so it shouldn't be that difficult, I don't really know." While the hypnosis might have been causing his lack of arousal, he was still skeptical over it. "J-just stop and we'll try something tomorrow, alright?"



Ashley let out a small, slightly frustrated, sigh. "Alright babe." She zipped up his pants, and then went into the kitchen. "I'm going to go grab some dinner."



The remainder of the night went by with the pair mostly being silent towards each other. It wasn't that either side was mad. Ashley wasn't sure what was wrong with Jeremy, and while Jeremy had an idea what might be wrong, he still told himself that the hypnosis was a bunch of bull, though it concerned him that Ashley couldn't arouse him. He figured maybe he could try it himself later on.



Later that night, Jeremy waited until Ashley went to sleep, then he went to his computer again. This time, rather than play games, he looked up various pornography websites. He tried to find something that excited him, something that aroused him. He stroked his shaft with his left hand, while he browsed with the right. He looked up just plain women, then anthros, with every other image, he delved deeper into fetish art. Transformation, slob, scat, gore, sex, paw play, herms, cunt boys, anything and every sort of fetish that he could find, he looked it up. While he had very little interest in a lot of the kinks, he was trying to find something, ANYTHING to get him aroused. The last thing he wanted was for Ashley to try to have intercourse with him and for him to not be able to get aroused for her. "Maybe I have erectile dysfunction or something." He said to himself.



Jeremy then switched to trying to get aroused on hypnotic voices. He felt his heart beat a bit faster, but that didn't do it either, so then he switched to erotic video games. Nothing he did seemed to work. He swore he felt arousal in his body, but he just couldn't get it high enough to get himself erect.



Jeremy then glanced to his cell phone, placed beside his computer, charging in the same power strip the computer was plugged into. The entire day, he couldn't get the woman out of his head. He still envisioned her, waiting, watching, almost as if she were tormenting him.



Jeremy hesitantly picked up the cell phone. He looked up the number, and with a deep breath, he dialed it up.



After a few rings, and the slow jazz playing after it picked up, the woman's voice spoke over the line. "Hey babe, couldn't stop thinking about me, could you? I know I couldn't stop thinking about you."



The moment Jeremy heard the woman's voice, he felt the blood rush to his cock. He could feel it pulsing and throbbing gently to life, and he couldn't believe it. He could the arousal between his legs. His breath grew shallow as he heard the voice.



The voice continued after a brief pause. "Oh I know you've been having problems in bed, and that's what I'm going to help you with. Close your eyes and picture me. I slowly approach you, climb on top of you, and push you against your chair. My crotch inches away from yours, my luscious lips gently breathing my hot breath onto your face."



Jeremy didn't even have to try hard for him to visualize the scenario that the voice told him. He could see it so easily, and with his eyes closed, he swore he could feel her body, and feel her breath on his face. "F-fuck..." he couldn't get it out of his mind as to why this aroused him so much, and so quickly, when virtually everything else he tried, even with Ashley, didn't work.



"Let's get rid of all of those worries." the voice whispered through the phone. "Feel my hands on your cock, slowly stroking, slowly building. With each throb, you can feel your body become more and more feminine shaped. A plumper ass, small tits, shapely feminine legs, picture yourself not looking manly, but womanly."



Jeremy heard the woman's words again. He didn't know why he was turned on by such things, the idea of becoming a woman wasn't arousing to him, but he couldn't help it. He could almost feel his cock being stroked by invisible hands. With each pulse of his shaft, he could feel his body becoming softer. His masculine legs, albeit hairless, slowly became soft and delicate. His hands, arms, and feet went much the same process. He lost a size in shoe, and a size in gloves. He still had short hair, but his body looked more androgynous by the moment, if not slightly feminine. He visualized himself looking so different, and with one hand on the phone, the other slowly caressed his changing body. He could FEEL himself different, yet he couldn't bring himself to hang up, nor could he stop his arousal. "Why...why do I enjoy this so much?" he asked out loud.



"Because you enjoy it." The voice responded, as if the machine knew what Jeremy was asking. "We're going to make you into a slutty bimbo woman, and you're going to enjoy every step of the way. You're going to call back every night. No woman can arouse you, only cocks and cum, but even then, we're going to be the only way you're ever going to orgasm, and you're going to like it."



"W-what...?" Jeremy asked breathlessly with confusion in his tone. He didn't want to believe what the woman said, he couldn't believe it, yet at the same time, he felt his shaft pulse even harder at the thought of being a woman, and of cocks, although he couldn't quite cum himself, he felt close, as if he were just waiting for something to tip him over the edge to climax.



"And we'll let you cum whenever...once you're finished. For now though, you're only going to cum to me when I tell you." The voice went quiet, almost like a whisper, yet each word came through clearly. "Now...cum. Lose more of that man and intelligence inside of you. Not enough to become a bimbo slut fully, but soon."



Jeremy could only make out the first few words of what the woman's voice told him. When she told him to cum, he did, and hard. He had felt so pent up, and just like before, he came more than he ever imagined. He didn't have the time to prepare himself, so his pants and underwear became soaked in his seed. As he came, thoughts of shopping, cocks, makeup, and stereotypical bimbo slutty thoughts entered his mind. He couldn't control himself, nor his body. His legs were rigid, his fingers gently gripped his cock underneath his clothing, and his orgasm remained strong for almost a good minute before it slowly stopped.



Jeremy slumped back in his computer chair as his orgasm slowly ended. He breathed hard as his heart pounded heavily. He could only hear the sound of a dial tone on his cell phone now, and with a soft sigh, he hung up the phone, and let it drop from his hands onto the carpeted floor. "Fuck..." he mumbled, not from anger, but with satisfaction. He didn't know why he had problems getting aroused for anything else that would normally turn him on, but the 1-800 number did the trick. He was tempted to call again right that moment, after all his underwear was already soaked in his seed, but he felt a bit exhausted. "I'll...maybe tomorrow night." He told himself. Jeremy changed pants and underwear, cleaned himself up, and then went to bed. He didn't even notice his body had looked more feminine than before, nor did he even realize that his very cock had shrank half an inch, even when aroused. He was too tired, too exhausted, and part of him was just a bit slower at processing thoughts than before.



The next morning, Jeremy went about the same routine he always had. He went to the bathroom, and he looked at himself in the mirror. He could tell something was off in his reflection. His face was still clean of any facial hair, not even a hint of stubble grew. He wondered if it was just a sign of aging that meant less facial hair, he'd have to look that up later. Jeremy undressed, and stepped into the shower, and then he looked down at his body. His hips were wider, his waist was smaller, his ass was slightly bigger, and his thighs were thicker. He couldn't deny that he looked different from last night, far more feminine than before. From behind, it was almost hard to tell if he was a man or a woman. "I'm going to have to try to see a doctor about this or something." He murmured. Once he was finished with his shower, he found Ashley once again having breakfast.



"Morning babe." Ashley said the moment Jeremy walked into the kitchen. "You um...figure anything out last night?" she asked, being blunt, but not so straightforward as to state the issue.



Jeremy knew what she meant immediately. "Yeah," he replied with a twinge of embarrassment. Sure she was his fiancee, but that didn't make the situation any less humiliating. "It took a bit, but I uh...I think I figured out the problem was." He didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to tell her that he thought he had been hypnotized by some slutty phone number, but the proof was in what happened last night. Almost nothing turned him on, nothing aroused him, except the phone number. Jeremy thought that, and cocks, was the only thing that aroused him, and he paused briefly at that thought before he just shook his head to get rid of the idea.



"Is it something you think you need...pills for?" Ashley asked, and then she quickly added. "It's perfectly normal if you do because a lot of guys need it I mean. I just...you know, it could be a sign of an underlying problem." Ashley's eyes were wide as she looked up and down at Jeremy's body.



Jeremy could tell that Ashley knew his body looked different, but she just didn't speak up about it. "No, it's just..." He wasn't sure how to explain it, let alone if he even should. "I'll schedule a doctor appointment, don't worry about it." Part of him didn't feel too worried about his altered form, but deep down, part of him not worrying about his form is what worried him even more. He knew he should have felt more concerned than he was. Ugh. I just need a cock to ride... He thought to himself without second guessing his own thoughts. After he ate breakfast, he went about his day as normal. 



During the day, Jeremy scheduled a doctor appointment online, but because it was nothing that seemed life threatening or serious, they had to schedule to see him in a month, and if it felt urgent, that he should go to the ER about it. Jeremy wasn't sure about the hospital, he was even less sure about the doctor. He didn't know what to tell them outside that he needed an appointment. He thought he might have been called crazy for going in and telling them that he was changing. A look in the mirror and he could tell he looked different, but it was hard for him to pinpoint what. He knew he used to have a short beard, but that was all he could really remember.



That night, Jeremy was ready to go to bed with Ashley rather than stay up later, but something kept him awake. He waited for Ashley go to bed, and took hold of the remote while he was in the living room. He flipped through the channels, and found nothing but paid advertisement after paid advertisement on television. He glanced at his cell phone on the miniature table next to the couch, and then back at the television. "I...I shouldn't..." he said to himself, but he could feel himself fill with thoughts of arousal at the thought of calling the phone number again. Despite the sensations he felt inside of him, he couldn't feel himself get erect between his legs, even though he knew he was getting turned on. Unable to help himself, he picked up the phone, and dialed the number.



Jeremy was expecting to hear the woman's voice on the other end, but when he picked it up, he heard not a female, but a man. "Hey gorgeous, I bet you were expecting her to answer the phone, weren't you?" the voice was deep, masculine, and spoke with a soft tone. "It's my turn now though, a bimbo slut like you should be satisfied by men more than women anyways."



Jeremy was shocked at the voice. The moment he heard the first two words out of him, he was ready to hang up his cell phone, but he couldn't move his hands. He could feel an erection pulse between his legs when he heard the male voice. No...I'm not into men. I'm straight. He thought to himself. He didn't think there was anything wrong with men being interested in other men of course, but he knew he was into women.



After a short moment of silence on the other end, the male continued. "I can tell you're confused, but relax. I'm going to show you how a man can be just as, if not MORE, pleasurable than a woman. So sit back, relax, and spread those legs as you see a big strong naked man enter your room."



Jeremy closed his eyes slowly, and then shot them open. He turned to see what looked like a man that could have easily placed top three in a bodybuilding contest appear. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, and a smile to show off shining white teeth. Jeremy stared at the man that stood with a flexing pose at the entrance to his living room. He normally had just imagined his bedroom and a woman, to actually see the man in his room was completely new to him. He knew the man wasn't real, but it was hard to erase the man from his sights, it was as if he were wearing a partial VR headset.



"And now that you see me, imagine me walking closer to you. You feel yourself growing more and more aroused. You see me, but you picture me on top of you, fucking you throughout the whole night." The voice continued, while the man Jeremy saw slowly approached him, his lips unmoving.



Jeremy leaned back on the couch as he stared at the man. He couldn't get the erotic thoughts out of his head, no matter how much he tried. He saw the man fucking him doggy style, 69, various sorts of positions, all while Ashley slept unaware. He felt his own shaft pulse to life as he continued to be bombarded with images of the man and him having sex. It was as he imagined the two humping, that Jeremy had a slow, yet horrifying realization. The man wasn't fucking Jeremy's ass, he was fucking Jeremy's cunt. Jeremy knew he had no such things, yet he couldn't stop picturing it.



"You see yourself with a cunt, don't you?" the man said, as if they very much knew what Jeremy was thinking of. "Keep picturing yourself with it. We're going to get rid of that thing you call a cock. It's pathetic in size anyways, you don't need it. You're going to cum away all of your masculinity, and be left as nothing more than a woman tonight, and the thought of that turns you on, doesn't it?"



Jeremy wanted to say no. He wanted to throw his phone off onto the ground in front of him, yet his body was still slouched on the couch. He could feel his cock pulse and throb harder at the thought of becoming a woman. His very mind felt warped. He knew the idea of losing his cock shouldn't have made him so aroused, yet he couldn't deny how much his body wanted it.



"Tell me, tell me you want to be a woman." The man said. "Imagine me crawling up onto you, my hands up against your wrists, my face up against your neck, gently kissing you, and you, saying how much you want to be fully female."



"I...I don't...UGHN!" Jeremy closed his eyes. He arched his back, and shivered as he felt the warmth of another body on him. He couldn't help himself. He didn't see anything with his eyes closed this time, but when he opened them, he saw the man on top of him. He couldn't feel the man's weight, but he could definitely feel the warmth of his body on Jeremy's, and the tender kiss of the man's lips on his neck. Jeremy opened his mouth to speak up, but he quietly muttered. "I want to be a woman."



"You don't sound very convincing." The man said. The voice from the phone sounded as if it came from the body Jeremy couldn't stop imagining. "Say you want to be a bimbo slut, and mean it. Until then, you can't cum, you can't orgasm. You can only build up that pressure."



Jeremy grit his teeth as he heard the man. His voice felt like caramel over his body, warm, oozing, and it gave him an uncomfortable feeling he couldn't get off of him without taking a hot shower. He remembered what the woman told him earlier about becoming a bimbo slut. "It's you...you're the one transforming me into this...aren't you?" he asked through the phone quietly. He thought he should have figured that out earlier, but his own mind just wasn't as quick to process things as it used to be.



"Maybe we are." The voice said, as if it heard exactly what Jeremy asked. "But you're too dumb to realize it. What intelligence you might have is sapped down to your tits, swelling your tits, but making it so much harder to think, isn't that right?"



Jeremy opened his mouth to answer again, but he stammered. He didn't think such a thing that the voice said was even a possibility, but when he tried to think about how the voices were changing him mentally, it made his head hurt. Did they try to change me? I'm transforming, I know I am. He thought to himself. The changes to his body were miniscule so far, yet he could tell that tonight was going to be a big change. He felt a slight pressure in his chest, and while the pain in his head slowly recovered, his breast began to grow. I'm becoming...I'm becoming... he thought to himself, and then arched his back again as he felt a sudden surge of pleasure. "A...a woman." He finished his thought out loud.



The man's voice chuckled on the other end. "Now, now, you know the rules. You can't orgasm until you say you want to be a bimbo slut, and you absolutely mean it. You already know you want to become one, you just have to say those words to me, say them out loud."



Jeremy's back arched, and then relaxed, and then arched again. With one hand on his cell phone, his other hand was on his crotch, and repeatedly stroking his fully erect shaft. He needed to cum, he HAD to cum. "I...I want..." he knew he could finish the sentence, his mind hadn't been sapped of that much intelligence. His chest had developed into a small 'A cup' that a teenage girl might have had. He could tell his body was transforming, he couldn't say it was the voice though, just that it felt so good to transform, and the end result could have only felt even better.



"Come on." the man's voice said quietly with a lust filled voice over the phone. "Say the words and you'll be able to finally cum. You'll become a true woman between your legs too, and I know you want that."



Do I...do I really want that? Jeremy thought to himself. He couldn't deny the images in his head about being a bimbo slut felt so arousing, but he didn't think it was his own head making him think such things. "I...want...I want to be..." he stammered, unsure about his own thoughts, and his own feelings. "I want to be a bimbo slut!" he finally shouted, just to get it out there.



It was then that Jeremy experienced a strong orgasm. He hadn't prepared his clothing yet, so he orgasmed in his clothing, soaking his pants and underwear. As he came, his balls shrank bit by bit. He couldn't control his body as he rocked back and forth, continuing to cum, and continuing to empty his balls until his testicles were no longer there. He continued to orgasm though, and his shaft shrank while a slit opened up behind it, bit by bit. It was the most intense orgasm Jeremy had felt, more than the first call with the voice. By the time he finished, he was panting heavily, and sweating just as hard underneath his clothing.



Jeremy slumped back in the couch. He knew his crotch felt different, and he knew exactly what had happened, but he wanted to see it for himself. He opened up his pants, and sure enough he was staring, not at his normal shaft, but at a vagina, lacking any sort of pubic hair on it at all, as he had shed that before when the voice told him to lose all such body hair. Jeremy stared down at his new cunt, and with a brush of his hand, he felt the warmth sticky sensation that was once his seed, as well as the soft flesh of his new nether lips. "I...I'm different. I'm a woman." He told himself in disbelief. He wanted to blame the phone calls, but every time his mind went in that direction, the thought was quickly dismissed. 



With a frustrated sigh, Jeremy wasn't sure what to do. He felt at panic. The phone call was now finished, and he was just hearing a dial tone. He looked down at his A cup chest, and then his crotch. He felt fear, but he also felt arousal. "Ashley isn't going to believe this...and I'm not really eager to show her either." He mumbled. Part of him was ready to go to bed, but at the same time, his arousal had to be sated, as did his curiosity. He glanced to his cell phone, and called the number again. He wasn't sure what he was going to accomplish by calling the number once more, but he wanted answers, and he thought that was the best course of action to get them.



"Back so soon?" The male voice chuckled. "You must want to become a bimbo slut badly. Well then, let's finish up your form right here, right now. Let's start with your chest, let's grow those tits out, big and fake."



Jeremy was ready to open his mouth and chew out the voice on the other end, but the moment he heard the command, his eyes widened. He could feel his heart pump hard as his breast slowly expanded. He held the cell phone in one hand, and felt his chest with the other. The newly grown in tits looked incredibly round and perked up with a look that was clearly fake. The sensation of feeling his new chest was very pleasurable though, and he soon felt wet between his legs. "F-fuck!" he moaned out loud. His chest quickly grew in a short timeframe to the size of two massive basketballs.



"Now make that ass the same size as your chest. Lose all your masculinity in your body when you grow that ass. That should be one of, if not THE, defining features." The voice continued.



"N-no...to fast...too much..." Jeremy said quietly, although as he spoke, he had a horrifying realization. His voice was much higher in tone, as if it were that of a woman's. He could feel his ass change and shift underneath him, making him shift uncomfortably. His feminine cunt continued to grow wet, so much so that it started to drip feminine juices into his own pants, something he didn't even think was possible. He could only watch as his body shifted, taking on female curves with thick thighs, a huge ass, a huge chest, and less defining muscle tones on his arms and legs. Had he looked at himself, he would have looked like a very feminine version of his old body, with much larger tits, and a much larger ass.



"You're doing fine bimbo slut. Just a few more changes...just your head, and maybe some other minor details. How about...grow a fox tail and get some fox ears. You are a foxy bimbo slut after all, you may as well have the animal parts for it."



Jeremy grit his teeth as he felt his ears shift upwards. He brought the phone up to his shifting ears as a combination of orange, white, and black fur grew from them as they became pointed. Most of the fur was orange, but almost all the way up they turned white, with black tips at the very end. A tail grew out of Jeremy's ass, fluffy, and with the same fur pattern as his ears. "S...stop..." he said quietly, and weakly. His mouth wasn't even near the phone anymore. 



"The ears, the body, the tail, just your face, and a tattoo, oh yes you'd love a tattoo, wouldn't you?" the male voice spoke seductively to Jeremy. "Such an obvious slut one too...oh, I have the perfect one for you."



Jeremy winced as he felt a tingling sensation just above his buttcrack, right underneath his tail too. He couldn't see it, but it felt as if a vibrating pen was writing on his back. Had he been able to see it, it would be a tattoo that said "Insert Cock Here" with an arrow pointing right down at his ass. As the tattoo wrote, he could feel his mind melting. He couldn't call himself a man anymore, not with the body he had. He was effectively a 'she.' "F-fuck...fuck...fuck..." she repeated. She couldn't help herself, she couldn't even think of anything else she could say.



"How about some luscious lips? Big, juicy, and thick, but not as juicy as your dripping vagina. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"



Jeremy slowly nodded her head as her face took on softer features. Her lips plumped out slowly but surely, doubling, tripling in size, looking pouty, and stuck open in a very slight O. "Y-yush..." she said with a lisp in her tone. She could feel her thoughts melting away, her mind simplifying to that of cocks, vaginas, and sex. She was what the phone wanted her to be, a bimbo slut, and she was loving every minute of it.



"A soft feminine face, nice blue eyes, long blonde hair...a true bimbo slut." The voice over the phone said quietly.



"Yush. A troo beembo shlut." Jeremy replied with her lips interfering with her very speech. Any basic thought outside of sex just melted away from her mind like an ice cube on a hot summer day. She could only think of sucking cocks, taking cocks in her dripping vagina, her vagina that soaked her pants an underwear with her feminine juices, as well as the cum from earlier, and her asshole that pulsed and quivered at the thought of taking cocks inside of it. She didn't care that her facial features softened, or that her eye color changed when she saw a flash of blue, or her hair grew down to her firm fake ass, she was a bimbo slut, that was who she was. Her clothes were ill-fitting on her to say the least, but it didn't matter.



"Now, go out into the world and experience life as the bimbo slut you were meant to be." The male voice said happily. "But, before you do, place this phone near your sleeping fiancee in the bedroom, and just let us take care of the rest."



Jeremy didn't even question how the voice on the other end knew about Ashley. She just nodded and stood up. She walked, and with each step she walked out of her pants and underwear until they just casually fell to the ground. Jeremy's hips and ass swayed side to side with each step, and she set the phone down next to the sleeping Ashley in the bedroom. Once that was done, she walked out of the bedroom, and out of the house without pants and shoes. There was a new world to explore as a bimbo slut, and she was going to see it all!

