Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 1

A man travels on business to San Francisco and through the inadvertent misuse of a male enhancement cream is transformed into a woman. Okay, I shouldn’t need to say this, but this is a TOTAL fabrication and it is not my fantasy. I was asked by a reader of my stories to write a story where a man is transformed into a woman in a “magical way”. The reader was not specific on the method but insisted that the transformation must be unexpected as it occurs to a guy that had no advance desire for the change. I must tell the reader that this was a challenge for me. If you have read my lesbian story you will remember I was challenged to write as a woman experiencing lesbian sexual encounters. This story, although unrelated in any way, required that I step out of my comfort zone and write on a topic that is not based on any fantasy I have had. I hope you enjoy it. If so please add a Like, it is my only reward! I will break this into 4 chapters to make it easier to read, it is over twenty pages long! Chapter 1 My flight was late getting into San Francisco, I was tired from the flight that experienced turbulence most of the way, and now my bags were lost according to the clerk at baggage claim that read me chapter and verse from her handbook on how to handle customers without really giving a SHIT!! I tried desperately not to be upset, but her refusal to help, the late hour, and just being tired of the trip that was just beginning was wearing on my. So I filled out her form describing ...

... my bag and contents and played the silly game that seemed futile at this late hour. I had agreed with my client to meet with her in her home district of San Francisco, “You will love the City,” she said, “I will take care of everything, no worries.” “Well this is my first trip to San Fran,” I said. I was immediately scolded that “NO ONE” ever refers to it as “San Fran,” and she continued, “It is either “the city” or San Francisco, anything else will make you sound like a tourist or a fool, you are neither.” I was on the phone with her when this discussion started and couldn’t be sure if she was just giving me crap or very serious. Regardless I made a mental note of the distinction so I wouldn’t look the fool, but I didn’t mind looking like a tourist as that was part of this trip. My meeting with Maranda was at 10:00 AM on Monday morning and at 1:00 AM Monday morning I arrived at the Ritz in Chinatown without any luggage wearing nothing but a wrinkled suit and a frown. “Damn,” I cursed under my breath as I checked into the hotel, “Damn the luck.” “Pardon me Mr. Price,” the very polite desk clerk said, “Is there a problem?” “You will need to excuse me,” I said forcing a smile, “the airline lost my bags and I have an important meeting at 10:00 AM in the morning and as you can see I am not exactly ready for a high end meeting, again, I apologize for my rudeness.” “Oh no sir,” the young woman said with a very polite and helpful smile, “I can arrange for your suit to be cleaned and ...