Loved by Many

Stephen found himself in the middle of the city with no recollection of how he got there. He knew his name, age, job, and everything else about his life, only none of that matched his current appearance. He was somehow a cute 5'2" woman of barely 100 pounds with a hazel eyes and a blonde pixie cut. The last thing he remembered was wishing to be more loved and appreciated, but that didn't seem relevant. He ran into the nearest building to ask for help. It was a bar. There he met two guys who instantly seemed very keen on helping him out. What luck! As they walked with him down the street, a whisper entered his mind, chilling him to the spine. For permanence of womanhood, seek the touch of manhood, it said. What could that possibly mean?

When Stephen woke up, he was stiff as a board. Completely sore and exhausted, he slowly adjusted his body until he was lying on his back, careful not to make any sudden movements. He turned his head and recognized the faces of the same two young men from before. Even without looking, he could tell he was naked. He could feel the motel room's AC unit blowing air against his skin. He also felt quite sticky. There was an unflattering mixture of dried sweat and semen all over his body, especially in and around his groin. Evidently they had quite a wild night together.

Stephen winced as he knew none of them would have used protection. Both men had ejaculated deep inside him, and probably several times each. He knew he needed to get Plan B as soon as possible, but he could hardly move a muscle. No matter, the real damage was already done. Even if he didn't get pregnant, he was stuck as a woman forever. His wish came true alright; he certainly had been loved by more people.