Interview

“You think I’m crazy or something, don’t you?”

The woman sat on the other side of a small desk in the Hilton room from Ethan. Between them, a tangle of wires connected them via microphones. Ethan’s recording equipment had traveled with him to many stranger places than a hotel room off the interstate in Wichita Falls, Texas. The microphone picked up the hum of the room air conditioning as Ethan tweaked the mixer. “No, Katie, I don’t think anything. I’m here for you to tell me your story.”

She crossed her arms on her chest, pushing up her sizable breasts such that they threatened to spill out of her top. Katie had told him in their earlier talks that she was almost forty, but either she had lied or she looked amazing for her age. If Ethan had seen her on the street, he’d have pegged her for mid twenties at best. Her youthful look aside, she had a presence that was hard to ignore. She sat rigid in her seat, almost exuding a sense of foreboding. Ethan tried not to stare at her, but managed to sneak a long look as he took a photograph before they started. Katie could have been a model in any of the premier circuits. Her face was striking with its almost masculine angularity. The darkness around her eyes could convince someone of her self reported age. Ethan wondered, though briefly, what it looked like for him to slip into the room with the woman dressed in a tight skirt, heels, and a low cut blouse. “Looks like our levels are good,” he said. “We can start whenever you’re ready.”

Katie bit her lower lip and flicked her eyes down at the pair of microphones. “Where should I start?”

“Just introduce yourself. Remember this isn’t an interview so much as it is a conversation.”

She picked up the drink she had carefully placed away from the audio equipment and sipped. “I go by Katherine or Katie, usually. The last name I use changes from town to town.”

“What was your original name? Can you tell me that?”

“Carter Holt,” she said, taking another long sip. “Of course, you’re going to be thinking that I’m some kind of post op gal or whatever.”

“I think my listeners know that it’s not going to be that simple.”

Katie smiled. “That’s why I reached out to you. I thought you were in the unique position to understand my story. Do you remember, oh god you must have been a baby when it came out, that Brad Pitt movie, Interview with a Vampire?”

“It’s been recommended to me several times, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.” Without fail, every one of the people he interviewed brought up that movie. They all pictured themselves as a tragic soul reaching out to a tape recorder for confession. Ethan had interviewed supposed werewolves, vampires, and even a woman who thought she was a ghost. Each of them, despite their night lives of supernatural needs, had managed to catch that movie. Ethan had even considered it as a jumping off point for their psychosis. “Do you identify with the movie?”

“No, but the situation is unavoidably similar. I’ve never lived in the shadows, before or after my change. Less so after. But seemed like the elephant in the room. I’m no Brad Pitt and you’re no Christian Slater. You’re more handsome, if you don’t mind me saying.” She sipped the drink. It was almost a constant with her, Ethan had noticed. Small tastes rather than gulps, more of a nervous tick than a compulsion. He found himself admiring the glisten of moisture on her lips. “Now then, I should lay it out plainly. For the past fourteen years, I have been a woman. Before that, for twenty years, I was someone named Carter Holt. I changed to Katie after an encounter in a bar where I inherited a curse from a woman who called herself Lilith.”

“And you think this curse— I mean to say, this curse literally transformed you. Through magic? I don’t mean to be insensitive, but its important to establish the mechanism for your transformation.”

Another sip, “I guess magic is the best word for it. I’ve thought about it every day since that night. I’ve met with some fringe researchers who came up with theories about it being psychosomatic and others who thought it was a biological thing.”

Ethan’s ears perked up. When Katie emailed him, it was her specifics that intrigued him. The others he interviewed always had gaps of lost information that Ethan often filled in with easily accessed records. Katie had done the work for him. She’d even provided birth records for Carter Holt and, with his best efforts, Ethan could find no record of Katie’s existence prior to end of Carter’s. “Psychosomatic?”

“Sure. This was a psychology type fellow. He thought that if a human went through enough trauma, then their brain could reconstruct their identity as a sort of defense. That could be extreme enough for the brain to change body chemistry. He couldn’t explain the loss of genitals or the gain of tits.” She pushed her chest out at the mention, drawing Ethan’s eyes for a moment. “The other fellow thought it might be a virus of some kind. He said an argument could be made that an unknown organism could radically affect body chemistry to the point that cells would be rewritten using a different set of genes from the DNA.”

“A virus could do that?” Ethan asked.

“Like a virus. There’s lots we don’t know about viruses. I remember he told me that viruses played a huge part in evolution because of how they could destroy and replicate cells and…I don’t remember it much really, just that he was fascinating. A good fuck too. You’d never have guessed it from the look of him. Small, wet eyed man in an ill fitted suit. I’m sure my eyes went wide when he whipped that baby forearm of a cock.”

“You slept with him?”

“I fucked all of them. Of all the men I’ve met, I’ve fucked eighty percent of them. That’s from the Johns all the way to the kid at Starbucks that looked at my tits long enough to let me know he had a stiffy behind that green apron. I’m always more than happy to sneak back to the cold storage for a quick fuck. I know it’s not very classy, but —well you’ve seen the pictures of those girls in the cute boots standing out in the middle of a snowy field with their eighteen year old pussies sticking up in the air. It’s like that. Something brisk, but not exactly cold. Makes you appreciate the heat of the guy sliding inside of you.” She sipped and looked Ethan up and down. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”

She was. The husky tone of her voice was enough to cause his cock to stir in his pants. “No, of course not,” he lied. “Why don’t you tell me about the night it started.”

“You might expect that I’d remember more. The mind is pretty shitty about details though. Cops have told me that the least reliable evidence is eyewitness testimony. I have a lot of time to read and I’ve seen some research on this too. You see something and your mind records the important details. Like, you walk into a room. You see the number of people in there and you quickly process some basic facts about them. Gender, age, posture—that’s an important one. But other things don’t set in right away, hair color, their clothes, or what’s in their hands. Then there’s a whole other layer. What did the room look like? You might remember that something hangs on the wall, but is it a picture. If it’s a picture what’s in the picture. The brain fills in the rest with what would be expected. It’s a cheap hotel room so it’s probably a cheap picture of flowers. The wallpaper is probably plain. The thing in the person’s hand is probably a drink. Saves time and lets your brain focus on things that could be dangerous or advantageous.

So I don’t remember what the bar was really like that night. I can’t tell you the truth, but only how I remember it. So my truth is that at around eight, I walked into a bar in Atlanta and ordered a whiskey and coke. I was twenty and used a fake ID, but no one seemed to care. The bar was a left over, as if it had slipped past the nineties without being notice and was dragging its feet while everyone else charged past into the twenty first century. This would have been 2003. Towers were down, smart phones were on the way, and I was a scrawny kid in over my head. I met a woman through the Internet. Lilith. She was older and even though I was naive, I wasn’t that naive. I figured it was a fifty fifty that she was some middle aged man cheating on his wife with boy toys on the side, but then I met her. Not at the bar on the night in question, but a few weeks before that. We had a light dinner and good conversation and promised to meet again. She was beautiful and, despite telling me that she was older —shit everyone lies about their age when you’re twenty — I would have thought she were my age.

Now why would a twenty year old guy find some stranger on the Internet? I didn’t have the best luck with girls. Out of high school, I’d only ever had one girlfriend and then everyone else went off to college. I started working for a local moving company. Other than work, I never found a footing in a social life. So when Lilith appeared, I went for it. That night, she ordered a whiskey neat. I remember that because I was impressed that a woman my age would drink plain whiskey. You find these young college things who can barely stand the taste of alcohol. Yet, there was Lilith taking shots like a retired coal miner. In retrospect, there were plenty of signs. We chatted for a while. She was wonderful to talk to. I think that was the first time in my life that someone spoke to me like a human being and not like a child. She asked what I thought about things. Politics, religion, and so on. We wound up on the supernatural a good bit. She told me that she liked Buffy. I’d never seen it, and that disappointed her. I should mention that all the while we talked, I didn’t think of much other than my dick. Lilith was wearing pleather pants that kept nothing secret. When she would look away, I would glance down to see the material stretched over her pussy. The tube top she wore was just as sexually aggressive and almost impossible not to stare at. I’d seen porn of women with fat tits before, but never really seen them in real life. Most girls keep them tamed down, but not Lilith. She wanted me to see them and salivate for them.

After a couple of drinks, we reached the moment of truth. She invited me back to her hotel and I went along. I figured there was fifty percent chance that I would wake up in a bathtub with one less kidney and a few extra STDs, but the other fifty percent of the time I would get to fuck a gorgeous woman and walk away scott free. We took my car, a beat up old Cavalier. As soon as the key was in the engine, Lilith was rubbing my cock through my jeans. I thought she might blow me in the car right there. The sophisticated woman she had been vanished and she became this cock hungry slut. Carter couldn’t have been happier about the change. The hell did I know about women. Maybe that’s just how women acted in private when they were horny. That’d be a different world, wouldn’t it? Anyway, I drove to the hotel half drunk while she gave me a dry handjob through my pants. We get in and head up to her room. The second the door closes behind me, she drops to her knees and starts sucking my dick.

Nothing so far should be out of the normal. A young man lucked into finding a sexual adventurous woman. It’s what happened next. I think the change started the second her lips touched the head of my cock, but I was gone way before that. You see on the way over to the hotel, I felt as if I were making a decision. This might be hard to understand. Do you ever stop to realize that you could really do whatever you want? Society locks us in to a pattern, but at any moment any person could do virtually anything. A middle aged man who loves his wife and family could decide during the evening news to get up, put on a dress, and drive off into the night to never be seen again. Want to go to Italy? Buy a ticket, get on the plane. No one will stop you or question what you’re doing. People are so accustomed to that freedom that they take it for granted. They ignore more often than not, probably because it terrifies them. They don’t like having that much possibility. But on the car ride with Lilith, I felt strangely like those possibilities were going away. It’s not that I regretted them, but I did notice their absence.

She moved us over to the bed and we undressed. I worried that she would think my dick was too small or weird shaped or whatever. Those worries went out of my head when I saw her naked. She kept her pussy shaved, a tradition I’ve continued FYI, and her tits were bigger than I thought. But the real treat was when she straddled me and let my cock slap against her stomach. She grabbed my hands and moved them to her ass. I don’t think I was an ass man until that moment, however briefly I kept that orientation. My fingers sunk into that divine or carnal flesh and I almost came right then and there. The changes had surely started by then, but I was so distracted that I attributed them to some heightened level of arousal that I’d never actually gotten to before. My chest in particular felt strange. Sensitive and almost painful. Lilith kept me pinned on the bed as she lowered onto my dick. As each bit of it slipped inside of her I felt two almost simultaneous things. First, the amazing warmth of her wrapping around my cock and drawing me in. Second, a numbness that was spreading almost unnoticed out from my crotch.

Her tits swung in my face as she bounced on my dick. I didn’t last very long. Within a few minutes, my fingers were digging bruises in her thighs as I shot my little load into her snatch. I enjoyed the briefest moment of euphoria and then it began in earnest. My guts felt like a pile of snakes, my chest heaved and burned, and my dick felt like it was being yanked inward. I remember Lilith saying she was sorry as she too rolled over and started to shake. Her breasts shrunk, turning into muscle. I watched her more than I accounted for myself. Where there had once been a pair of beautiful pussy lips, the skin had sealed over and bulged out with a pair of balls big enough to belong to a fucking bull. Her clit, that’s what I always thought it started as anyway, blew up in to a normal sized cock and then kept growing. By the end, it had become a monster dick that I couldn’t resist.

Now that’s a strange thought to have. I had just watched the woman I had fucked grow a massive cock and now I wanted it inside me. Its crazy how quickly your mind can adjust to new things. That guy who told me about trauma, I didn’t exactly agree with him about his thoughts, but I did agree that the mind is incredibly resilient. I should have been choking in terror, but instead I distinctly remember my hands moving down my body. They moved over soft mounds that had grown out of my chest. I looked down at them and saw white skin topped with dark red nipples. They’d grow bigger in the hours afterward, too. They looked like cupcakes with cherries sitting on top of them. My hands moved further down over a soft, flat tummy to find a bald slit. As if I’d been doing it my whole life, my fingers slid easily between wet lips and dipped inside my hot cunt. While I did this, I looked at Lilith’s body and ached for her to fuck me. I wanted that fat cock shoved in me. I wanted to feel her muscular body behind me, slamming into my ass with all the force and power that I knew she had. I wanted her to coat my ass and back with the cum in those fat balls. More than wanted, I needed it. And she obliged. She or, he at that point, rolled me over and put me on my knees. Unbelievably, Lilith’s cock slid in with no resistance, taking my new body’s virginity like it was nothing. He fucked me raw until he splattered his cum on my ass. I had a female orgasm for the first time. They’re much different than a man’s. I was a shaking, quivering, cum soaked mess, but Lilith made sure I was back to my senses before explaining what had happened.”

“What do you think so far?” Katie asked.

Ethan didn’t know what he thought. He’d listened to her recount the tale of bizarre one night stand. The end didn’t make sense and he tried to figure out what might have actually happened. Her tale hadn’t been ineffective on him either. He leaned forward on the desk to hide the bulge in his pants. “Honestly, I may have to edit it down a little or get hit with some kind of pornography rule.”

Katie laughed softly. “As I said, we went down to brass tacks after that. I’ll admit that I was angry. It started to land on me that my male body was gone. Instead of a cock, I had pussy lips and tits. And there stood Lilith, a hulking specimen of man with a cock like a baseball bat. He didn’t linger long. I think he was a little more afraid than he expected. He kept looking in the mirror and saying that it wasn’t his body. I remember his words almost verbatim, ‘You’ve got seven years to fuck as many men as you can. Then you can change back. You’ll feel it when it’s time.’ He grabbed my clothes, got dressed, and that was the last I saw of him.”

“Seven years?” Ethan asked. “You said this happened fourteen years ago.”

“I was as disappointed as you. I didn’t take Lilith’s warning to heart. I didn’t really believe it was a curse. I spent the first four years trying to put my life back together. I went to old friends, but they didn’t believe who I was. Fucked a few of them, but not enough. It became a compulsion. I wanted to fuck them. I tried to resist it for a while, but that only made it worse. By the time the seventh year came around, I was fucking people every night. Had not hit my quota though, despite my best efforts.”

“Were you trying for a certain number?”

“No. I never figured out what even counted. Did they have to cum in me? Did fucking my ass count? What about blowjobs? There was no handbook so I didn’t bother keeping track.”

Ethan wiped his palms on his jeans. He’d started sweating sometime during Katie’s story, but it was getting worse. “You’re talking about this in the past tense. Did something happen?”

Katie smiled. “Yes. When Lilith said I would feel it, I didn’t know what that meant. Then I did feel it and I understood. That was seven months ago. The lust lessened and memories of Carter starting coming back. I could still feel it moving towards something. I’d missed the first chance to change back, but another seven years was almost up.” She turned up the rest of her drink and vanished it down her throat. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t do to someone else what Lilith did to me. I promised that I would stay and help them through their first few weeks of the curse. After all someone has to break in that brand new pussy. Have you started to feel it yet?”

“I’m sorry?”

Katie stood up and walked over to the room’s bed. She hooked her hands around the waist of her skirt and pulled it down in a quick motion. “Like what you see? I’ve never thought my ass was as good as Lilith’s was, but it’s sufficed.”

Ethan watched with bemused horror. The room seemed to be ten degrees hotter than before. His mouth was dry and his cock ached in his pants. “Katie, I don’t think that this is appropriate…”

She laughed and bent over. Her ass shook in the air as her legs extended to a full taught length. With her hands, she tugged down her top, letting her breasts swing free. “You can leave. As all the other doors closed, I always knew that. The thing is that I wanted to stay. When I changed, I wanted to fuck Lilith. I think you want to fuck me. Maybe you don’t believe what will happen, but I bet that cock in your shorts is about to bust to get in my cunt. Here I am. Come and fuck me. Don’t worry, if you’re right, then I’m just a crazy lay. You’ll get your dick wet and then go on your merry way. You just have to choose.” Her body looked amazing. Ethan groaned with frustration and tried to look away, but couldn’t. He could feel a wet spot forming inside his boxers. She’d been teasing him with her tits since he sat down and now she was ass up ready to be fucked. He stood up and unbuckled his pants. “That’s a good boy,” she taunted. “Come give me what I deserve. I remember how it feels. All that pent up masculinity just pooling in your cock, waiting to get out. Your balls feel heavy with it, don’t they?”

Ethan couldn’t believe what he was doing. His cock was in his hand as he moved closer to Katie. Her taunts sounded too true. He could feel something in him that had never been there before. He could sense that other paths were closed to him. He placed his free hand on her ass and felt her smooth, soft skin. His mind clouded with images of men and women fucking. All the porn he’d watched over the years gurgled up to the front of his mind and he remembered with envy the looks of the women getting sprayed with thick ropes of cum. Before he realized it, his cock pushed against Katie’s lips and plunged inside her. They both moaned and he thought he heart Katie laugh with relief. He didn’t care. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her as hard as he could. Ethan vaguely wondered if the mics were still recording as the numb feeling started to spread upward from his cock. He felt his shirt getting tighter and as tits expanded out from his chest. As he grunted and started to cum inside Katie, he felt the pulling sensation begin in his navel. He slipped out of her and fell over onto the bed beside her.

Katie stood up straight with a smile on her face. Ethan’s cum dribbled down her legs as her cock started to protrude from her pussy lips. She reached down to give Ethan’s dick one last squeeze before it disappeared. “Oh, it looks like you’re going to have a great pair of titties. I don’t know about Lilith, but I can’t imagine that I’m going to want to fuck less now that I have my cock back. I think I might start by fucking those tits of yours. Well, after we seal the deal by putting my cum in that hot little snatch you’ve got there.” Katie’s voice lowered as she spoke. By the time Ethan looked up at her, the naked woman had been replaced by a monster of a man with a cock that made Ethan ashamed. That cock nudged against Ethan’s new pussy lips and put a smile on his face.

Seven years of this could be fun, Ethan thought. Ellie, that sounds better. Ellie wrapped her hand around Katie’s new fat dick and helped push it in her virgin pussy. “Fuck me raw,” Ellie said as she squeezed her new tits.

“Gladly,” Carter answered.