A Little Prick [Man to Female Vampire TG]

Tier Reward for JTR

After a strange and erotic encounter with a beautiful woman Miles starts hearing the voice of a goth woman in his head and feels compelled to listen.

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They left the club arm in arm, the cool night air hitting their heated bodies. Miles's heart pounded as they walked to his car, he still couldn’t believe this was happening. Picking up chicks at a bar was the sort of thing that happened in movies or to other people, not him. And yet, here he was. Helping a gorgeous, dark-haired woman with skin like porcelain into a taxi. 

Miles gave the driver his address, but before he could say another word, she captured his lips in a fierce kiss, her tongue demanding entrance. Miles groaned, responding eagerly, his hands tangling in her soft hair. Her mouth tasted of tequila and something wilder, something he couldn't quite place. 

“I…I don’t even know your name,” he muttered breathlessly between kisses. 

“Names are overrated, Miles. We don’t need to know them to do this, do we?”

For a moment, there was a flash of confusion; he’d never told the woman his own name either. How could she know it? He pulled back to ask, but then her hand crawled up his leg, and he was distracted by her eyes. They were the warmest shade of brown he’d ever seen, almost tinged red. They were mysterious, gorgeous, almost hypnotic. She was right; they didn’t need names. 

“I want you.” She whispered huskily, “But I want you to beg for it.”

A shiver of arousal rolled down his spine and a wave of submission sent blood rushing between his legs. 

“Please. I want you so bad.” The words came out before he could stop them. 

She smiled, and there was a flash of white teeth in the darkness.

“That's a good boy. Now, take me home, and I'll show you just how good it can be.”

The drive to his apartment was a blur of heated touches and hot kisses. Miles's hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. He couldn’t believe this was finally happening; he’d been trying to get women at bars for weeks just to break his dry spell. This one was worth waiting for. She teased him, unbuttoning his shirt and running her nails lightly over his chest, making him shiver. He’d never been into submission, but if this lady wanted to step on him, Miles wasn't about to say no. 

As they entered his apartment, she pushed him against the closed door, her body pressing against his. Her hands were everywhere, unbuckling his belt, sliding down his zipper, freeing his aching erection. Miles gasped as she wrapped her hand around his length, stroking him firmly.

“You like that, don't you?”

Miles could only nod, his eyes closed as he savoured the sensation. It had been so long since a woman had touched him; he’d almost forgotten how different it was to his own hand. Her palm was so soft, yet firm around his shaft, so when she started to pull slightly, steering him through his apartment, he followed without hesitation. She pushed him towards the bedroom, her hand never leaving his cock, guiding him to the bed. Miles lay back, his eyes fixed on her as she stood before him, a vision of dark desire.

“Please.” He begged, reaching out a hand.

Miles's breath caught as she slowly unzipped her dress, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her full breasts. Her nipples were hard, straining against the thin fabric, and Miles's mouth watered at the sight. He moved to pull her down atop him, but she resisted with surprising strength. 

“Touch yourself.” She ordered, “Show me how much you want me.”

Miles's hand shook as he reached down, grasping his hard cock. He’d never done this before, but that hungry look in the woman’s eyes took away any hesitation. He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving her, as she slowly peeled off her dress, revealing her pale, flawless skin. Her black lace panties hugged her curves, and Miles could see the dark patch of hair between her thighs.

“That's it. Stroke that cock for me.”

Miles's hand moved faster, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He was close, so close, but she hadn't even touched him yet. He tried to slow down, but he was so turned on it was impossible. At least until her pale hand gripped his wrist and made him stop, she stood at the edge of the bed with her legs open and slipped her panties off. 

“Eat me. Make me cum with your mouth. Then I will let you finish.”

Miles didn't need to be told twice. He leaned up, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet, her juices flowing freely as he lapped at her clit, his fingers sliding into her wet heat. She moaned, her hips grinding against his face, her hands tangling in his hair.

Miles felt her walls flutter around his fingers as her orgasm built. She cried out, her body shaking, her juices flooding his mouth. He drank her in, his tongue never slowing, until she gently pushed him away, her eyes wild with pleasure.

“Do you want me?” She asked breathily, and Miles pulled away, wiping the juices from his chin and nodding desperately. His cock was almost painfully hard now. With surprising speed, she was in his lap and sinking down onto his shaft, engulfing him in hot, tight heat. 

“Oh…” He groaned, falling backwards onto the bed. 

His hips bucked as she rode him, and his balls started to tighten almost immediately. 

The woman pulled back so that he could watch her breasts bounce and smiled; two sharp fangs slid down from her top teeth, and Miles felt a spike of fear. He didn’t have time to register what he was seeing, though before she dove down and sank her teeth into the tender flesh of his neck. 

He cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he felt her suck, her tongue lapping at his life essence. His cock twitched, and he exploded, his cum shooting onto his chest and abs, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. A wave of pleasure and dizziness washed over him as she pulled away, licking her lips. 

“You are going to be amazing…” She murmured in his ear. Miles wanted to ask what she meant, but the word was going grey at the edges, and he passed out, still swimming in the residual pleasure of the strongest orgasm of his life. 

~

Miles groaned as sunlight filtered through his window. He must have really slept in because it blazed against his eyes so hard it hurt. Somehow, he stumbled to his feet and closed the curtains with a groan; his head was pounding; how drunk had he gotten last night? The memories trickled back into his head like water, and he remembered the woman. In a slight panic, he looked around the room and found it empty; no gorgeous vampire to be found. 

“God, I must have been drunker than I thought…” He muttered with a laugh. “Vampires, wow. Maybe she put something in my drink?”

A quick inspection of his apartment revealed nothing missing, just a plain white note that said ‘thanks’ so the woman wasn't a dream. Miles shrugged and threw it in the bin. Weird night, but at least he’d finally gotten laid! Out of habit, he moved to the shower, turning on the spray and feeling the steam against his skin he moved to step into it but froze.

“Huh?”

It was like there was some sort of invisible barrier between him and the water, every time he tried to cross into it, his body simply refused. His eyes narrowed as he looked at his legs, trying to find the source and instead noticed a suspicious lack of hair. Miles ran a palm over his legs and blinked in confusion. Smooth, almost shapley and delicate, that didn't look right at all. 

Forgetting the shower for a moment Miles turned to his mirror; maybe he hit his head or something last night, that might explain a few things. He expected a bruise on his forehead or to look hungover, what he didn't expect was to look amazing. His skin was smooth and pale, without a hint of five o’clock shadow, and his eyes seemed to have taken on a more vibrant brown colour that looked almost red, just like the woman from last night. 

He reached up to trace a finger along his cheekbone and jumped in shock as he felt it shift under his touch. His square jaw smoothed over before his eyes; becoming almost feminine in shape. He blinked, and his eyelashes grew out then, just when he thought things couldn't get weirder. 

He disappeared. 

Just for a moment, almost like a flicker, but Miles was sure it happened. 

‘I could use some eyeliner.’

The voice made him jump in shock. It sounded like a woman, almost like the woman from last night but slightly huskier. She sounded bored; nothing was commanding about her tone at all and yet…he felt an odd urge to put on eyeliner. He shook the voice away; funnily enough, hearing voices was the least of his problems right now. 

He turned back to the issue at hand: how was he supposed to have a shower if that invisible barrier kept stopping him? 

“Guess I am having a bath…”

Thankfully, there was no invisible barrier this time, just leg cramps as he tried to fit into the tiny tub beneath his shower. Miles stripped off his clothes and stepped into the water. Something about it felt off, though, the water didn’t feel right against his skin. It felt too soft, too smooth. He looked down at his naked body and stretched his legs up so they were straight up against the wall. His hips looked wrong, even accounting for the water distortion they were too wide, and his middle too thin. He almost looked like he had an hourglass figure. 

‘I need to paint my nails.’

Miles was on his feet before he could think; almost like he was in some sort of trance, he stepped out of the bath and reached under the sink. An old, half-forgotten make-up bag from an ex who was long gone. The tiny bottle of red polish was in his hands before he thought to stop.

“What am I doing? I’m not going to paint my nails!”

He shoved the polish away, but the voice kept whispering in his mind. His imagination kept conjuring images of how pretty and feminine his nails would look with that shiny polish on them. Miles had never wanted to put on make-up before, but his curiosity kept getting the best of him. 

‘I want to look goth.’

‘I want to paint my nails.’

‘I want to put on eyeshadow.’

The voice just wouldn’t stop; he didn't even have any eyeshadow! Miles pulled on his jeans and winced, trying to get the belt buckle done up. His hips were wider! 

“What the hell is happening…I have to go to a doctor or something.”

There was a doctor not too far away, just past the shopping centre. Miles set without even calling ahead; surely, if they saw him changing like he had in the mirror, they would see him straight away. He wasn’t far away when something caught his eye in a shop window. A black dress with a tattered, uneven skirt and a laced-up bodice. Normally, he wouldn’t give it two thoughts, but now he froze in place.

‘I need that, it's perfect.’

“N-no I don’t want to wear a dress!”

‘I want to wear a dress!’

His feet carried him inside the shop, hand twitching over the pocket that had his wallet in it.

“I’d like that dress in the window, please.” He asked, feeling his cheeks turn bright red. This shopkeeper was going to think he was some sort of weirdo for buying a dress.

“Of course, ma’am.” The woman behind the counter smiled. “It’ll really suit you?”

Wait, did she say ma’am?

A few moments later, the dress was in his hands, and Miles stared at it as if it were an alien.

‘I should put it on!’

He wanted to resist, but his own curiosity got the better of him. He walked toward the changing rooms. On the way, he spotted the make-up aisle, and that same curiosity started to burn. They had eyeshadow and nail polish! He picked up one of each in a bright red colour.

“That cross necklace will go perfectly with this!”

It was the voice again, except this time it wasn’t in his head; it was coming from his lips. 

“Wha-? What happened to my voice? Why do I sound like…her?”

The urge to try the dress was getting stronger, and the voice kept urging him to pick up more things: a lacey bra, a set of boots, bracelets galore. Sometimes, the voice was in his head, other times, it came from his own lips; it was like there was a whole other person inside him slowly emerging. No, not emerging, just plain merging. He tried to resist, but his wants and the wants of the voice were becoming one and the same. By the time he finally pulled the curtain of the changing room back, he had a smile on his face, and he was trembling with anticipation. 

Miles quickly shed his old clothes, and it felt freeing; he felt like a butterfly shedding its cocoon. He still had no idea what was happening, but his trepidation had been replaced with excitement; whatever change he was going through, it felt right.

‘I need to get dressed!’

“I need to get dressed!” 

He started with the panties; they fit perfectly into his new hourglass figure. His pale peachy ass was cupped gently by the soft fabric. The bra presented a problem, though. He clipped it together with shocking dexterity, but when he looked down, he saw, to his dismay, that the cups were empty.

“Oh…yeah.”

Miles found himself oddly disappointed, but it was obvious, wasn't it? He was a man, of course, the bra would be empty. Then, there was a sudden tugging sensation between his legs that knocked the wind from his lungs. He braced himself against the mirror, breathing heavily and trying his best to muffle a moan as the sensation got stronger and stronger. It felt like his cock was being pulled back up into his body. 

It would have been painful, were it not for the pleasure blooming in his chest. In contrast to his cock, it felt like his chest was being pushed out. He felt the silky cups of the bra pressing against his chest, and he could only watch as a pair of beautiful breasts grew. He watched them in awe, his skin growing pale as they swelled until finally settling into a D cup. His skin was alabaster now, and smooth as silk. 

“This suits me…”

Miles looked up to the mirror and gasped; his reflection was barely there. It was like somebody had half-erased him. Even more shockingly, he looked totally different. His skin was white, but his figure was now that of a busty young woman with a face to match. Long dark hair that seemed almost too straight and shiny reached the small of his back, and a pair of big, pouty lips formed a perfect O in shock. 

“I look…really good!”

In a panic, he grabbed the dress and quickly laced up the bodice, pushing his new breasts up even further so that the cross necklace he’d bought would sit on them perfectly. He watched his reflection getting fainter and fainter as he quickly tried to apply the make-up; luckily, that voice in his head, his new voice, knew exactly what to do. 

He had just enough time to admire his smokey eyes and ruby red lips when his reflection vanished entirely, and a sharp pain in his mouth made him gasp. His tongue ran along his teeth, and felt the telltale points of fangs. 

“She really was a vampire, and now I am too…”

On some level, Miles felt he should be panicking. He’d been turned into a blood-drinking seducer, and a female one at that! But for whatever reason, perhaps his new vampire instincts, he felt totally calm. Or rather, they did; because all of a sudden Miles felt female and male all at once. That voice inside him had become…them, but they hadn't been replaced, it was like they’d merged into a single being. 

Their stomach twisted and they realised he skipped breakfast. Without any hesitation they left the change room, abandoning their old clothes on the floor and quickly paid for the new outfit. A cafe across the street sent the scent of cinnamon and coffee wafting in the air; the smell hadn't changed, but it was no longer enticing. The young man who stepped out, on the other hand, did. His cheeks were flushed with cold, and he had the most delectable looking neck. Miles’s fang ached, and they smiled before stepping across the street to introduce themselves.