Switched and Carrying On

20 year old male turned into a woman by science. Learns to embrace his new body and experience life as a woman including sex with other women and men different positions how to deal with periods and ultimately becoming pregnant experiencing all the changes this brings before giving birth to a girl andcrearing her naturally

He woke up with a throb between his legs, his body aching in ways he'd never known. His hands, smaller and softer than before, traced the curves of his new body. He was a woman now—a stark, undeniable truth. His mind wrestled with the reality, but his body did not lie. His breasts were heavy, his hips flared, and his pussy, oh God, his pussy was slick and ready. He explored himself, running his fingers through his wetness, circling his clit. It sent shocks of pleasure through him. He moaned, arching his back, his nipples hardening. He slipped a finger inside, then another, fucking himself slowly, feeling every inch. It was intense, overwhelming, but he craved more. Girls were always into him now. He let them worship his body, and he reveled in the attention. His first time with a woman was a revelation. Her fingers, her tongue, her hips grinding against his—it was a symphony of sensation. He came hard, his body convulsing, his mind blown. Men were different. Rougher, more demanding. He let them take him hard, their cocks pounding into him. He loved the stretch, the burn, the sheer animalism of it. He rode them, controlled them, took what he wanted. He was in charge now, and he liked it that way. His first period was a shock. The cramps, the flow, the sheer mess of it. He learned to deal with it, to embrace it even. It was a part of him now, a part of his womanhood. He bought fancy pads, cute tampons, and even tried a menstrual cup out of curiosity. He met Jake at a bar. Jake was a player, but he was good at it. He was charming, and his cock was huge. He fucked Jake, took him deep, and enjoyed every second of it. They fucked often, and one day, Jake pulled out, coming on his stomach. He wouldn't have minded if Jake came inside him, but he didn't know him that well. Maybe next time. Then one day he found himself sick, and he knew. He was pregnant. He went to the doctor, confirmed it, and his life changed. He felt the baby grow, the kicks, the flutters. He loved it, every second of it. He read books, went to classes, prepared. He was going to be a mother. His water broke at home, in his bed, with Jake. Jake was there, holding his hand, coaching him through the contractions. It was intense, painful, but he pushed. He pushed until he felt the baby slip out, a scream filling the room. He looked down, saw the blood, the mess, and then, his daughter. His beautiful, perfect daughter.

She experiences the joy of raising her daughter, Jake leaves them for another woman. Alone and with no money she does the one thing she can a turns to prostitution. Have sex with men in alleys the back of cars, motel rooms, experiencing, anal sex, , orals sex, gangbangs, having condom accidents which leave her with another daughter and a son. Her skills allow her to make a good living at it

The first few months were a blur of sleepless nights and endless love. He cradled his daughter, feeding her, changing her, singing to her. She was his world, his entire universe. He named her Lily, after his favorite flower. She was his lily, pure and beautiful. But things changed. Jake started to drift away. His charm faded, replaced by indifference. He'd come home late, smell of cheap perfume clinging to him. He'd find him in the kitchen, a glass of whiskey in hand. Aside from that, he'd spend hours on his phone, ignoring Lily's coos and his pleas for attention. One night, he didn't come home at all. The next day, a woman answered his phone. Jake was gone, leaving him alone with Lily, and a mountain of bills. He tried to find work, but with no skills and a baby to care for, it was impossible. He begged, borrowed, but it was never enough. He was desperate, and desperation led him to dark places. He started turning tricks, selling his body to feed his daughter. It was degrading, humiliating, but he did what he had to do. He let men use him in alleyways, their rough hands and harsh words a stark contrast to the tender moments he shared with Lily. He sucked them off in the back of cars, the taste of them bitter on his tongue. He fucked them in motel rooms, the stale smell of cheap cleaner and sex filling the air. He bent over in bathroom stalls, his hands braced on the cold tile, as they took him from behind. He endured it all, for Lily. She was his reason, his strength. He learned to take it in the ass, the initial burn giving way to a dark pleasure. He learned to swallow their cum, to choke on it, to take it like a good little slut. He learned to take them all at once, their cocks filling him, stretching him, using him for their pleasure. He became an expert, his skills making him popular on the streets. He made good money, enough to keep Lily fed and clothed. But it came at a cost. His body was marked, his soul tarnished. But he pushed on, for Lily. One night, a condom broke. He felt the warm spill of cum inside him, but it was too late. He was pregnant again. This time, it was a boy. He named him Max, after his favorite superhero. Max was tough, like his namesake, but he was also gentle, loving his sister with a fierceness that brought tears to his eyes. A few years after Max, another accident led to another daughter. He named her Rose, for her sweet smell and tender nature. She was his little rose, his baby girl. She had his eyes, his smile, his spirit. His life was a whirlwind of sex, of clients, of quick, dirty encounters. But at home, he was a mother, a parent. He loved his kids, his life, his choices. He was a survivor, a fighter. He was a woman, a mother, a whore. And he owned it, every dirty, degrading, beautiful part of it.