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The Bitch Seat - TG

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The day had started as a typical average day for Joey; he had just gotten his very first motorcycle a few months ago and was busy showing it off to his friend Angie. The bike itself was just your average Harley, but to Joey it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Angie had given him crap about buying a motorcycle, saying that’s usually a mid-life crisis purchase and they're still in their early 20’s.

Both youngsters had dirty blonde hair. Joey kept his kind of long while Angie was sporting a pixie cut. Joey had bright green eyes that Angie always told him girls would kill for, while her eyes were two different colors. Her left eye was a light blue while the right eye was a healthy green. Both of them considered themselves athletic; they worked out enough to stay in shape, but nothing too extreme.

Ever since Joey had bought the motorcycle, Angie had always wanted to take it out for a spin. Of course, that would mean that Joey would ride with her on the passenger seat. Little did she know, her friend would make a huge deal about that particular seat.

“You know what that seats called, right?” Joey asked as he walked around his motorcycle like he were inspecting it.
“Umm… the passenger seat? I dunno what you motorcycle groupies call it,” replied Angie as she sat down in the driver seat.

Joey looked at her and mouthed the words ‘bitch seat’ while grabbing one of the two helmets he had bought with the motorcycle. Angie looked at him and rolled her eyes; she couldn’t believe that he was making a big deal about something so stupid. She watched as Joey tried to talk her out of actually driving the bike, so he didn’t have to ride the “bitch seat”. He even told her where the term “bitch seat” originated from which just annoyed her greatly.

“So you see… I don't want to be caught riding on the back seat…” sighed Joey as he messed with his helmet.
“That’s the most sexist thing I’ve ever heard from you Joey! I can't believe you’d believe something so ridiculous; there is nothing wrong with a guy riding the ‘bitch seat’ as you call it. Besides, no one is gonna be able to tell who’s riding where because the helmets cover our heads,” Angie said angrily.

Joey just kept digging a deeper hole for himself as he kept trying to avoid getting on his own bike. Angie, who at this time was fuming, gave Joey an ultimatum: he either get on the damn motorcycle or she’d make him fit the part of someone riding the “bitch seat”. Joey made the mistake of calling her bluff and told her there was nothing she could do that would make him sit on the back seat. Angie in turn laughed and muttered something under her breath just as she put on her helmet.

Before Joey could ask if she said anything, he felt himself compelled to sit on the passenger seat of his bike. He slipped on his helmet that obscured his vision for a few brief seconds and leaned close to Angie as she started up the bike. Joey shuddered as he felt the vibrations of the bike pass through him as Angie began to go down the street.

“Now just go slow… and stay towards the streets.” Joey tried to say as his voice rose a few octaves and was being muffled by the helmet.

Angie smiled to herself and drove around a few blocks, letting the motorcycle do its job at making Joey fit his new role. As she was driving around, Joey failed to notice the legs of his pants had risen and now just barely covered his thighs. They were unmistakably short shorts meant for women, but were still comfortable for him not to notice. Joey’s legs had slimmed down and lost all traces of hair, same with his feet, which were barely clinging to the insides of his shoes. Luckily, the pair of shoes he was wearing quickly shrunk into a feminine style that fit his new smaller feet.

The two friends had stopped at a red light which gave Joey the perfect opportunity to adjust himself on the seat. His intentions were to avoid the vibrations coming from the bike as best as he could; they were beginning to feel kind of good which he thought was weird. As he was adjusting himself, some guys pulled up in a convertible with the roof down. To them it looked like Joey was putting on a show and they wolf whistled at him. Joey thought they were whistling at Angie and ignored them. At least he tried until they started yelling at them.

“Hey you with the short shorts, why don’t you hop off that bike and join me! I’ll totally show you a good time!” yelled one of the guys.

Joey was about to ask what they were talking about when the light had suddenly turned green and Angie took off in a hurry. This forced Joey to hold onto Angie’s waist tightly to prevent himself from falling off the back end. As he held on for dear life, both of his arms and hands shrunk down to feminine proportions. He struggled to hold on due to his much smaller arms, but managed.

Angie managed to miss the next couple of red lights by mere seconds, which was preventing Joey from getting the opportunity to readjust himself. His shorts were beginning to feel a bit tight around the groin, to the point where he was feeling uncomfortable. Thankfully, due to pure luck, Angie was forced to stop at a red light which gave Joey the perfect opportunity to adjust himself.

Once again, as Joey adjusted himself upon the seat, he failed to notice the short shorts or the fact that a bit of his plumper butt was hanging out of them. What he did notice was that the tightness in his groin had gone away, which was fine with him, and his hips had widened out gently giving him a feminine curve to his lower half. Joey felt fine for a bit until his head began to itch and Angie had just gotten a green light, so his chance of scratching the itch went out the window.

The hair on his scalp was actually growing and getting thicker as it slowly poured out from under the helmet. His hair also changed to a raven black color. The sudden growth of hair went a bit past his shoulders and stopped as the hair began to blow in the rushing winds. Now that his hair had completed its own development, the itch that Joey wanted to scratch had suddenly disappeared which brought sweet relief to him.

The four pack that Joey was sporting began to change as the muscle and skin gradually softened, giving him a toned looking stomach. Just like his abs, the muscles and skin on his chest also softened. Mammary tissue began to form and build up on each side just as his nipples grew to half dollar sized and became more sensitive. To Joey it just felt like his chest was itching and, fortunately for him, he could actually scratch this itch. As he used his right hand to scratch his chest, he let out a small squeak from the weird feelings that were emanating from his nipples and spreading through his entire body.

Joey couldn’t figure out what was going on, but his nipples were sticking out through his shirt. They didn’t look any different to him, so he didn’t pay much attention. His thoughts did linger on why his chest felt so sensitive when he went to scratch it, but his thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations from the bike which were starting to feel really good.

At the next stoplight, Joey found himself arching his back so his chest stuck out; his intentions were to stretch but this was the result. As he did so, his chest quickly expanded and swelled outward until they were clearly female breasts. They didn’t stop growing until they were at least the size of double D’s. Poor Joey couldn’t even look down at the new weights on his chest due to the helmet. Not that it mattered, though, because his shirt wasn't doing any justice. Joey had finished stretching and leaned closer to Angie, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist.

The boobs that were now attached to Joey were pressed into Angie’s back. Angie just smiled to herself as she felt the two mounds. She muttered a different spell under her breath and waited for the changes to take place on her. After that spell, she spoke another one that would help both of them adjust… the problem was that it would help them adjust a bit more than she would have liked.

The first spell Angie had cast would make her fit the part of someone who owned a Harley. For starters, her entire body frame bulked up, giving her a masculine appearance. There was no way anyone could tell that Angie used to be a girl and with that a new name popped into his head-- Allen. As for Joey, the name Jamie popped into her head, and some rather impure thoughts followed.

Jamie was now the submissive girlfriend who adored her loveable boyfriend, Allen. Allen didn't really believe in the biker stereotype that a woman should only ride on the “bitch seat”, but Jamie never complained and always requested riding back there.

Allen laughed to himself as perverted thoughts crept in his head. He loved taking Jamie out on the Harley because it would always turn her on no matter the situation. So of course when they got back to the house Jamie was ready to throw herself at Allen. He told her to go inside and get ready while he parked the motorcycle into the garage. While Jamie was busy getting undressed, Allen was busy inspecting the bike to buy himself some time. Besides, he knew it drove Jamie wild to have to wait just a teensy bit longer for their fun.
I wanted a story that would go into some minor sexism with some unexpected results for one of the characters. So the best way to go about doing that is with something related to motorcycles!

The details in the transformation scene are probably my favorite part of the story. Maybe one of these days I'll take the time to go into more detail for the Female to Male transformation parts but today is not that day... :C

Enjoy!
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Wow! Modern withes don't use broomsticks but motorcycles xD