The video that caught my attention tonight starred a petite blonde with perfectly manicured nails and long, pretty blonde hair. She had the kind of body that I could only dream of—slender yet perky in all the right places. Her partner was everything I wasn't: tall, dark, and built like a Greek god. It wasn't long before I was completely lost in the scene, imagining myself as him, pleasuring her in ways that would make her arch her back and beg for more.
As I watched the couple's rutting on-screen, a pang of jealousy coursed through me.
How easy their lives must be, I thought. They were fortunate enough to engage in pleasure every single day, without the burdens and limitations of the ordinary world. A surge of envy washed over me, and I found myself wishing, hoping for a life of uninhibited pleasure. "I wish I was a pornstar," I said aloud. With my desires hanging heavy in the air, I drifted off to sleep. Little did I know that my wish would be granted, but not in the way I had imagined.
Morning came, and as I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with an unfamiliar sight. The room I found myself in was adorned with shades of pink, lace, and an undeniable femininity. I jolted upright in the bed, looking down to see my body had changed overnight. My masculine frame was gone, replaced by smooth, hairless skin and feminine curves. I brought my hands up to my chest, gasping as I felt the rounded mounds of breasts. My boxers were replaced with a pink silky thong. Trembling, I slid the boxers down to reveal a glistening pussy.
"What's happening?" I muttered in confusion. Hearing my high-pitched voice startled me even more. Panic coursed through my veins as I stumbled out of bed, making my way to the bathroom.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my new reflection. It took me a moment to process what had happened. The woman looking back at me was none other than Bailey Cox—the pornstar I had watched and envied last night. My wish had come true, but not in the way I had anticipated.
My heart raced as I took in my new appearance. My hair was long, blonde, and straight with a little bedhead. My face was flawless, with plump lips and big doe eyes framed by thick lashes. And my body...it was everything I could have ever wanted. Smooth and toned with curves in all the right places. My perspective in the mirror was also disorienting. I guessed that I must be shorter than five feet tall.
I couldn't believe it—I had become a pornstar overnight. But this was no dream. This was real life now.
Panic set in. How could this be real? What do I do now? But then a rush of excitement coursed through me as I realized the possibilities that lay ahead. No more mundane office job or societal expectations holding me back. As Bailey Cox, I could live a life full of pleasure and adventure without any judgement or consequences.
Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and searched for Molly Little's website. As it loaded on the screen, I marveled at how familiar everything felt—like muscle memory from all those nights of watching her videos.
But then reality hit again as I saw the numerous messages from her fans on Instagram. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the pressure of living up to Bailey's reputation and fulfilling these requests. But then again, this was what I had always wanted—to be desired and adored by countless strangers. I'd always pictured being a male pornstar, but I was a pornstar now, nonetheless.
Confusion swirled within me as I attempted to gather my thoughts. I struggled to comprehend the reality of my transformation. The body I now possessed was undeniably arousing, with curves that begged to be explored. The sensory details overwhelmed my senses—the softness of my supple breasts, the gentle swell of my hips, and the delicate features that adorned my face.
With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, I navigated my way through the morning routine using just muscle memory. As I made my way to work, I found myself inexplicably drawn to a building I had never seen before. It was a porn studio—a place where fantasies were brought to life.
As I sat in my car outside the porn studio, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of me was exhilarated at the thought of exploring this new world, while another part was terrified of what might be expected of me.
But before I could talk myself out of it, something inside me urged me to go inside. After all, this was my new reality now and I needed to embrace it.
Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the entrance and let myself in. The reception area was sleek and modern, with a large desk and a few couches scattered around. A woman sat behind the desk, typing away on her computer.
"Hi, Bailey," she greeted me with a warm smile. "I'll show you to your studio for today."
Jennifer led me down a hallway towards the back of the building where there were several doors labeled with names like "Samantha Chase" and "Max Steel". She stopped at one door that had my name on it and gestured towards it.
"This will be your dressing room," she explained. "You can get ready in here before your scene."
I nodded slowly, taking in everything around me. This all felt so surreal—like something out of a dream.
As I stepped into my dressing room, my mind was racing. I couldn't believe that I was actually inside a porn studio, about to star in my first film. It all felt so surreal and almost like a dream.
Almost automatically, I quickly changed into the outfit that had been laid out for me—a skimpy schoolgirl uniform complete with knee-high socks and pigtails. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and arousal.
Before I could fully process my thoughts, there was a knock on the door. I was greeted by Laura, the porn director. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she explained the plot for today's film—a taboo, incestuous encounter with a much older man. My heart raced, and a strange mix of apprehension and exhilaration coursed through me.
Laura introduced me to my scene partner—a handsome man in his forties named Max. He greeted me with a warm smile and made small talk as the makeup artist worked her magic, enhancing my natural allure with a touch of seduction. Mentally preparing myself for the scene ahead, I realized that I had become an object of desire—a living embodiment of the fantasies that had consumed my thoughts just hours before.
Laura led Max and I down the hallway to the filming room. "Alright you two, here's the scene," she said, her voice crisp and businesslike. "Bailey, you're home from school but your mom is away on a business trip. Max, you're her stepdad, and with your wife gone, you decide to take advantage of young Bailey here."
I shifted nervously, fully inhabiting the role of the innocent schoolgirl. Max put his hand on my lower back reassuringly.
"So Molly, I want you start off on your knees, looking up at Max adoringly as you unzip his pants and take out his cock. Start stroking it slowly, then take it in your mouth. Make sure to look up at the camera occasionally with those pretty doe eyes of yours," instructed Laura.
"Then Max, I want you to scoop her up and throw her onto the bed," said Laura, "feel free to rip her little schoolgirl outfit apart and switch positions a few times. Oh and don't worry about being too rough with her, she can take it."
My heart was racing as the cameras began to roll, capturing every explicit moment with meticulous detail. I couldn't believe that I was actually doing this—performing in a porn film with a stranger who was more than twice my age.
I open the door and Max is standing at the kitchen counter. "Hi Bailey, how was school?" he asks me. "It was okay I guess," I respond, my heart racing as I know what I'm about to do. "Oh, your mom had to go on a business trip, so it's just us for a few days," he tells me. I look up at him seductively, "that's okay, maybe we can hang out?" I suggest. He smiles and nods. "I've always wanted to get closer to you, since your mom and I got married," he says nonchalantly.
I sit down at the table, and he starts preparing me a snack. "So how's it going?" I ask, a little lost as to how I'm supposed to act. "Not too great, I had a long day at work, and it's been a little rough with your mom lately," he jumps right in. "Oh, what's wrong between you and Mom?" I ask. "Well, we used to be so sexual, but lately she hasn't been interested and with things so tough at work, I could use the distraction, I guess. Sorry if that's TMI," he responds. I guess this is it.
"Well, maybe I can help you," I suggest, trying to sound innocent. "Help me? With what?" he asks. "I could give you some...relief," I tell him, feeling my confidence rise as he takes the bait. "What do you mean, honey," he says. I get up from the table and walk over to him, placing my hands on his waist and sliding them down his crotch, "with this," I whisper. My stomach does somersaults, but my instincts as Bailey take over. I sink to my knees on the floor in front of him. I can't believe I'm doing this, I think to myself. Max stood before me, his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at me. I reach up to unzip his pants and pull them down a little. I realize he's not wearing underwear and his cock springs out at me, semihard.
For the first time, it occurs to me how odd this is as someone who was a man less than twenty-four hours ago. It's weird, I was so used to looking at Max's cock in my porn videos but it was so foreign to me, not being the one in control. It was so much bigger than I had ever imagined, probably twice the size mine used to be. Maybe it was the angle I was at, or maybe how much smaller I was now, or maybe he's actually just that big!
"Now suck it," he commanded, bringing me back to my new reality. Without hesitation, I grabbed his cock with both hands and took his tip into my mouth. The taste of him filled my senses, igniting a hunger deep within me. His hand grasped the back of my head, guiding me deeper onto his shaft. My eyes looked up at him and he smiled down at me, lust burning in his gaze.
"That's it, baby," he growled. "Take it all in." He began thrusting his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes as I gagged and sputtered, struggling to take all of him. He groaned, savoring the feeling of my hot, wet mouth enveloping his throbbing cock. There was no time for hesitation or discomfort—the roughness of his thrusts only fueled my arousal. I reveled in the intensity of the moment, feeling the power of my own newfound sexuality. With each thrust, a pleasure surged through my body just at the thought of what I was doing and the intense feeling of it all.
"Take her to the bed," I heard Laura yell from the background, reminding me that we were filming and it wasn't just the two of us. Max pulled my mouth off of him, a string of saliva and precum attaching his cock to my lips. He lifted me effortlessly and carried my petite body to the set next to the kitchen, a bedroom. I could feel myself blushing as Max took me in his arms, kissing me deeply and passionately. Any reservations or inhibitions I may have had earlier had quickly dissipated as we continued to explore each other's bodies with abandon. He threw me down on the matress and stripped off his shirt before ripping my schoolgirl outfit in half, it must've been made for that I think.
I looked up at him, my eyes wide with desire as he hovered above me. His toned chest and muscular arms were a sight to behold. I was transfixed, drinking in the raw masculine energy radiating from his powerful form. He thrust his hips forward a little, lining up his massive cock deep with my tight waxed pussy. I hadn't realized how wet I'd gotten already, just from sucking his cock! As Max readied to enter me for the first time on camera, a small voice in the back of my mind reminded me that this wasn't real—that we were simply actors following a script. But as he thrust forward and began to move inside me with slow yet deliberate strokes, all thoughts disappeared from my mind. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before—the thrill of being watched combined with the intense pleasure of being with an experienced lover.
"Ahhh, fuck," I moaned as his thick member stretched my tight pussy. The pleasure was overwhelming, causing my whole body to tremble uncontrollably. Moans of ecstasy echoed through the room as I surrendered myself to the pleasure that consumed me. I lost track of time, lost in the primal act of carnal satisfaction. Max pounded into me relentlessly, his movements mirroring the urgency of my own desires. I don't know how he hadn't cum yet! In my few sexual experiences as a man, I'd never lasted this long, and certainly wouldn't have been able to with a girl like me.
My entire world was reduced to this moment, and I was helpless against the forces of nature. All sense of self-control and awareness had faded away, leaving nothing but pure instinct and raw passion. Max alternated between kissing me and sucking on my breasts passionately. With each thrust, I was closer and closer to the edge, until finally the tension exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm. My entire body tensed, convulsing in waves of euphoria. With that he pulled out. Please don't let this be over yet, I silently hoped.
Max flipped me over onto my front and then pulled my hips back so I was in an ass-up face-down kind of position. "Hmmm, I'm gonna tear up your cute little schoolgirl ass," he exclaimed, smacking my ass a few times. "Mmm, please do," I pleaded, aching for him to continue. He lined his cock up and pushed the tip against my tight hole. "You ready for this," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. "Yes!" I cried out, desperate to feel his hard member filling me completely.
As he plunged deep inside me, I gasped. The sensation was even more intense than before—the pleasure sent me spiraling into another dimension. With each thrust, my cries grew louder. He pressed down on my back and thrust hard into my pussy, the sound of his balls smacking my clit making me even more turned on. The pleasure was almost unbearable. I had never felt such a connection with another human being, let alone during a sex scene. Our bodies moved as one, our moans intermingling in perfect harmony. It was like we were made for each other.
As I reached the pinnacle of pleasure, I felt a surge of warmth flood over me. My body convulsed with the force of my orgasm, releasing a wave of ecstasy that left me breathless. It was a release unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Max starts to grunt and leans down over me before collapsing, his cock pulsing within me, filling me with his seed. The sensation of his hot cum sent shivers of pleasure down my spine and I think I had another little orgasm. I reveled in the intensity of the moment, basking in the knowledge that my new life as Bailey Cox was one of insatiable lust and unapologetic pleasure.
I'm brought back to reality as Laura shouts cut. His softening cock still inside me, I turn my head up towards him and he kisses me for a few moments, then pulls out and gets up, leaving the room. I can't get up yet, still shaking from my orgasm. Laura comes over to tell me I did great. "I loved watching the two of you, you were amazing together. Now go clean yourself up, the crew and I want to talk to you when you're done." She turns and walks out.
As I stand and shakily make my way to the bathroom, the weight of the experience begins to sink in. The high from my intense orgasms fades, replaced by a mixture of confusion and apprehension. How will this change my life? Will anyone ever find out about my transformation? Is this what I really want? As I look at myself in the mirror, I realize that my body has become the vessel for my deepest desires. I turn on the shower and sit down on the toilet to pee. Looking down at my pussy I see Max's cum running from it. I wipe then step into the shower, which has no curtain.
As the warm water cascaded over me, I allowed myself to reflect on everything that had transpired. The excitement and adrenaline rush that came with fulfilling a fantasy was intoxicating, and I could feel myself becoming addicted to the high. However, there was also a sense of uncertainty. What did this mean for my future?
As I stepped out of the shower and began drying myself off, then walk back out to Laura's office in just my towel.
She greets me, "You did fantastic Bailey. That's going to be one hell of a scene when we finish editing. Do you want to see what we have?" I nod yes.
We go into the editing room and Laura plays me a short clip. We are kissing and it looks amazing. It's almost like you can see the chemistry and sparks between us. Then the camera zooms in to show him entering me for the first time.
"It looks incredible, and I loved acting with Max. Are we filming again tomorrow?" I ask.
Laura says, "Yes, tomorrow and every day this week. The producers have big plans for you. You're very popular Bailey Cox."
I go back to my dressing room and put on the clothes I wore when I came in this morning, not bothering with underwear.
The drive home was a blur, I had a million thoughts racing through my head. I wanted to explore my body more and I already was craving cock again. I was exhausted from the day and laid down to take a short nap. When I awoke I knew I couldn't wait until tomorrow for another orgasm. I decide to head down to my favorite bar and try to pick someone up, as I often did unsuccessfully as Jack. Doing my hair and makeup comes naturally, operating by just muscle memory. Then I go to my closet to pick out an outfit. I'm still getting used to my wardrobe as a woman and I want something sexy yet understated. A pair of jeans that fit perfectly and I put on a sexy corset as a top, I always used to love seeing women in these.
I'm so excited about the possibilities tonight and as I walk down the stairs and out the door. I drive the familiar route to the bar and enter. I laugh a little as I have to jump to get up in the barstool that I used to sit down in without thinking as a man. I was only maybe five foot ten before as a man, but Bailey's ID says I'm four foot eleven. I order a drink and the bartender looks at me and gives me a wink, he was handsome and probably a bit older than me (as Bailey), maybe thirty. I give him a smile back and then start to check out the rest of the place. There's a guy sitting across the room from me that seems like a good candidate for tonight, he's black which piques my interest.
He notices me staring at him and walks right over to approach me, putting a hand on my back. "What are you drinking," he asks me. I love how foward he is already.
"I'll have whatever you're having," I respond, smiling seductively.
"So what's a young lady like yourself doing here alone," he asks me.
"Oh I'm just looking for some company, is that okay?"
"More than okay, I'm James," he responds, sitting down next to me.
"Hi James, nice to meet you. I'm Bailey."
"Let me buy you another round, Bailey."
"Okay, thank you," I respond, smiling sweetly.
"I feel like we've met before, Bailey," he says after ordering our drinks. I realize he must recognise Bailey from her videos, which embarasses me for some reason.
"Um, well. I'm a...um, model," I stutter, hoping he doesn't push the subject further.
"I'll bet you are," he responds, his gaze sweeping up and down my body.
I feel myself getting turned on and squirm a little, squeezing my thighs together.
He moves his hand to my thigh and I feel my pussy react.
"Do you wanna get out of here and go somewhere more private," he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"That would be wonderful," I say, grinning eagerly.
"Come on, let's go," he replies, taking my arm and leading me out of the bar. His initiative is turning me on, I know what he wants with me.
His car is parked right outside, and as he opens the door for me, I'm overwhelmed by the smell of his cologne.
He gets into the driver's seat and we're off.
I reach over and put a hand on his bicep, stroking it gently. He grips the steering wheel tightly.
"We're almost there," he murmurs.
"Good," I reply, my voice heavy with desire.
When we get there, he pulls into his garage and then shuts the car off, leaning over to kiss me passionately.
He's an aggressive kisser, and I melt into his arms. He reaches behind me and rips the zipper of my corset down.
"You're so hot, Bailey," he whispers, pulling back and stepping out of the car.
"Thank you," I reply, giving him a sultry smile.
As he climbs out of the car, I take off my corset, exposing my moderate, perky tits.
I hop down from the car and walk around to him. He sees me and grins, "Damn girl."
I giggle and kiss him, running my hands over his firm body.
"I'm really horny," I tell him.
"Well, we'll just have to do something about that, won't we," he responds, kissing me again.
"Let's go inside," he says, guiding me to the door.
He leads me to his bedroom and strips off his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique.
I'm transfixed by his muscles, and can't wait to touch him.
He kisses me deeply and guides me back onto the bed, stripping off my clothes and exposing my body to him.
He kisses his way down my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples, then makes his way down to my pussy.
"You're so wet, Bailey," he murmurs.
"Fuck me, James," I plead.
"With pleasure," he responds, lining up his massive cock with my eager pussy.
"Your cock is huge," I exclaim.
"All the better to fuck you with," he growls.
He pushes his cock into me and I moan in ecstasy, reveling in the feeling of being filled up by him.
He thrusts his hips forward and starts pumping into me, driving his cock deeper with each thrust.
"Your pussy is so tight," he groans, fucking me harder.
"Oh god, James," I cry, clawing at his shoulders.
"Tell me how much you love my cock, Bailey," he commands, continuing to pound into me.
"I love your cock, James. I want you to fuck me all night long," I moan.
"That's right, baby. Tell me how bad you want it," he demands, pounding into me harder.
"I want your cock so bad, James. I need it. Please fuck me, please!"
"Say my name," he demands, increasing his pace.
"James," I scream, feeling myself close to the edge.
"Scream my name, bitch," he growls, fucking me harder.
"James! Oh my god, James!" I cry, the intensity of the moment driving me crazy.
"Yes, baby. Cum for me little girl," he encourages, never slowing his pace.
"I'm gonna cum," I announce, feeling my body tensing up.
"That's right, baby. Come for me," he urges, his words pushing me over the edge. He doesn't slow down at all.
I let out a primal scream, my whole body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
He pounds into me a few more times, his cock twitching inside me, before erupting, filling me with his cum.
"Oh god, yes," he groans, his cock pulsing within me.
We collapse onto the bed, spent. "You're on birth control, right baby?" he asks.
"Ummm," I respond. I actually don't know the answer, come to think of it.
"You are?" he asks, concern written across his face.
"Of course," I lie.
He smiles and kisses me deeply.
"Now, let's see how many more times I can make you cum," he whispers, kissing his way down my neck.
"Oh, fuck," I moan, the prospect of another mind-blowing orgasm already making me wet.
The night is filled with orgasms and we eventually pass out from exhaustion, his arms wrapped around me protectively.
The next morning I wake up to an empty bed, his side is cold.
I look for my phone and see the time. "I'm gonna be late!" I say out loud.
"James? Are you home?" No response. I run around gathering my things, realizing that I'm a mess, but can't find my underwear or corset.
"Shit," I mutter, running out the door, my hair wild and I'm wearing last night's jeans and a tshirt of his that goes down to my knees.
I'm barely dressed as Bailey, but no time for anything else, and speed out the door and hop in the uber I ordered. I realize I didn't get his number, so I have no way to contact him.