Trust Machines - Dude Gals

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Four men transform themselves into women once a month to go clubbing. Thanks to the Venn Machine in the local mall this is easy. Sometimes, they go home alone. Sometimes, they don't.

There is a lot of sex in this story. You were warned. Also, at least two romances begin. There will eventually be more stories with these dudes, or gals, or both.

Note: This story takes place in DKFenger's Trust Machine's universe. Check out the link to deviantArt if you haven't experienced these stories before. In short, the Venn Machine allows pairs to enter. In isolation, each of them can transform the other. Thus, the Trust part. This story doesn't examine that aspect as much as it examines the results of the transformations.

This is a transformation story at heart. Aren't they all?


“Is ladies night this Friday or next week?” Patrick said.

“This week,” Terry said.

The two of them shared an apartment with two other men in a decent part of the city. Terry was a tall man of color with the physique of an American football linemen. He was also a complete geek when it came to science fiction. He could bore you to death with Star Wars and Star Trek trivia with equal aplomb.

Patrick looked like he should be the nerd. He was blond with an undercut and a shock of longish hair on top. He was not quite as tall as Terry and wore thick, horn-rimmed glasses. He did not know the difference between Star Wars and Star Trek. “Cool,” he said. “I’ve had no luck this month.”

“You think we should have ladies night more than once a month?”

“I don’t know. Ladies night reminds me how hard it is to date these days as it is.”

The door to the apartment opened as Oscar let himself in. He was a dark haired man with a thick mustache. A hint of his Dominican origin could be heard in his accent when he spoke, “Hey guys, what’s up?”

“Patrick is lamenting striking out all month.”

“You need to lose those glasses. They make you look like a nerd.”

“Some girls like nerds,” Terry said.

“That’s the problem, amigo. You make them think you’re a nerd and then you open your mouth and sound like an accountant.”

“Accountants can be nerds.”

“You aren’t a nerd. Own that seventies rock and roll devotion you have and find a girl who will enjoy that noise you call music with you.”

“Go easy on him, Oscar.”

“Where’s Allan? Isn’t it his turn to cook, tonight?” Terry said.

“He said he’d be late but would arrive with food.”

Allan arrived about an hour later with take out from their favorite Portuguese place. Allan was a dark-haired man with the bluest eyes. “Sorry, I’m late. There was a line out the store when I arrived. Was there a run on pulled-pork futures?” He set down all but one of the bags he was carrying.

“You didn’t order ahead?”

“I did. But I saw this and I had to get it for Paula.” He pulled a garment out of the bag that he was still holding. It was an a-line, scooped neck, blue satin dress with lace trim and knee length skirt. He held it up to his body and while the color did make his eyes pop, it really wouldn’t look good on his frame. “What d’ya think?”

“It’s you,” Oscar said, returning from his room.

“It is not you.”

“I can see Paula wearing it.”

“I want to see Paula do a little spin in that pleated skirt.”

“Paula is going to be overdressed again for ladies night, isn’t she?”

“She has blue leather pumps that will go with it perfectly,” Allan said. “That’s why I got it.” He left the room to put it on a hanger and far away from the barbecue pork dinner.

“Does anyone else have women’s clothes in their room?” Oscar said.

The other two just shook their heads.

* * *

Friday night, the four men arrived at the mall around seven. The first time they did this half a year ago, it took nearly four hours to get it right. But now, since their history was available, it only took a few minutes to use the Venn machines. Oscar and Allan went first. Oscar set the machine to 16 hours and they entered the machine. A few minutes later, Rita and Paula walked out of the machine. They use to spend a lot of time trying to get their hair and makeup right and a different dress than the last time. Rita had had Allan dress her in black jeans, a green crop top, and flats. He’d made her hair long, black, straight, and braided into a pony tail.

Rita stepped out of the machine and stood next to Terry. Her eyes were level with his diaphragm. “I love feeling so tiny. You should try being tiny like this, Terry.”

“Femme Teri is shorter than me. Just not that small. Is your ass bigger than last week?”

“Gotta have a good bumper to bump with.”

Paula stepped out of the other side wearing a gray jogging outfit. “You’re wearing that?” Patrick said.

“My dress is back in my room. I need to go back there for makeup anyway.”

“You take this way too seriously, Allan.”

“Paula. When I look like this, I’m Paula.”

“Why Paula? Why not Alana or Elaine?”

“Allan’s father is named Allan. And he has two cousins named Allan. Growing up, everyone called him Paul. So, I react when someone says Paula far better than I would if someone were calling out Elaine. It’s not like Oscar to Rita makes sense.”

“I like the name Rita. And there aren’t a lot of women’s names similar to Oscar.”

“Cara?”

“Scar… Let?”

“Meh.”

Patrick shrugged and got in the machine, also set to sixteen hours. He and Terry took a little longer because they wanted to be fully dressed from the machine. And while they both gave Allan a hard time about it, they liked the dress up part of these evenings as much as he did.

A woman walked out of a store nearby and called out, “Hey, it’s the Dude Gals.”

“Hi, Amanda.”

“Where’s Trish and Teri?”

“Still in the machine.”

“They should just buy clothes. You look like you’re going to change into something else,” she said to Paula.

“Oh, it’s too bad you won’t see it. It’s a cute blue cocktail dress I saw on sixty-eighth street.”

The venn machine cycled and Teri stepped out first. She was more athletic than the huge man who had entered the machine. Trish was still blond, long and full now, and didn’t wear glasses. Whenever Trish used the venn machine, she never needed glasses afterward. They were both fully made up and dressed for the evening.

“Hey, Amanda,” Trish said as she joined the others. “Did I hear Paula gushing about her new dress?”

“Shut up.”

“I thought that was against the rules,” Amanda said.

“She’s right, Trish. What happens in Femmeville, stays in Femmeville,” Teri said.

“Okay,” Amanda said. “I’ve got to go back inside. I see a couple guys who might want to be venned. Happy hunting, ladies.”

“Take care.”

A few hours later the four women were being passed through into the cocktail bar. Their usual booth was open. As soon as they sat down, a waiter was standing at the edge of the table. “Ladies, I thought this might be your Friday night out.”

“Lars, you know how to treat a woman right,” Trish said.

“I’m sure Timothy will be thrilled to hear his husband knows how to treat a woman right,” he said. “Should I get you a round of your usuals?”

“Sounds good.”

“Yes, please.”

“How do you do that?” Rita said. “My flirting is non-existent like this.”

“You need to let yourself be a woman. Or stop going out with us. You’re thinking of yourself as Oscar right now, I bet.”

“It just doesn’t come naturally for me. But the sex is too good to ignore,” she said. “In fact, I think I know who I’m bagging tonight.”

“You sound like a guy,” Paula said. She scooted out of the booth. “Go, go. You may as well do what we set out to do.”

Rita left the other ladies and interrupted a conversation two men were having. Ten minutes later, the two men we escorting her out of the bar.

“Yeah, she doesn’t know how to flirt.”

“She really doesn’t. I’m sure she just told those guys, ‘let’s go fuck,’ and being guys they agreed to it.”

Teri put down her empty drink. “Well, if the three of us hotties sit here, guys will be too intimidated to approach us. I’ll be at the bar enjoying a few free drinks.”

“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” Paula said.

“Hi, Mom,” Trish said into her phone. Paula couldn’t hear the other half of the conversation.

“Of course you have a daughter. It’s Trish. Patricia.

“Yes, Mom, I used the venn machine.

“Yes, just like last month.

“The four of us like to dress up and go out like this each month.

“Tell Billy’s wife I enjoyed getting the makeup kit she sent for my birthday.

“No, Mom, I don’t plan to wear white at my wedding.

“MOM! Yes, yes, you’re right. Receiving is often better than giving.

“Dad agrees?

“I don’t need to know this.

“I don’t… Mom… I gotta go, Mom. Bye.”

Paula was laughing so hard she was crying.

“You shut up.”

“Why do you call her every time we go out when you know she’s going to do that to you?”

Trish just glowered at Paula.

“What did she say about your father?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Okay,” Paula said. “I’ve got to go to the restroom. I’m sure my mascara’s running.”

“A bit.”

After she was done in the bathroom, Paula stepped out the door into the surprised arms of a man headed to the door next to the women’s room door.

“Oh, excuse me,” he said.

“No, it’s my fault. I should have looked before entering the passing lane.”

He laughed. “I’d love to trade traffic metaphors with you. But I do need to get into that room.”

“Don’t let me be a roadblock.”

“I’ll buy you a drink when I’m done. I’m Henry,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Paula.”

“See you soon, Paula.”

When she returned to the bar area, she saw a man sitting in her seat telling a joke that wasn’t going to land but she could tell Trish was planning to laugh at it. Looking around, she couldn’t find Teri, either. Turning around, once again she almost knocked into Henry.

“You are dangerous.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“I think we take a detour. That dress you’re wearing is made for dancing. There’s a small dance floor over there.”

“I’d love to dance.”

Paula wasn’t sure if she was a good dancer or not. But, she saw how Henry’s eye were locked onto her as they danced. After a few songs, they went to the bar and he ordered drinks for them.

“I haven’t seen you here before, Henry.”

“I don’t go out very often. I could say the same about you.”

“True. My friends and I only come here once a month at most.”

“You mention these friends, but even the woman in the booth doesn’t seem to be here any more.”

“Yeah, I guess they all met someone.”

“You met someone.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

* * *

Rita was bent over at the waist with Bruno doing her vag and Mac’s cock in her mouth. Or was it Bruno’s cock in her mouth and Mac behind her. She couldn’t quite remember which guy was which. Didn’t care either.

There were three hands on her boobs and the guys seemed to be discussing it. “Left hands on boobs, right hands roam,” said the one above her head.

“Works for me.”

She pushed the guy in front of her backward and said, “My pony tail would probably be a good place for a hand.”

He wrapped the hair around his fist and gave it a firm pull. Paula’s head was his to control.

“I think we have a keeper, Bruno,” said the one behind her, presumably Mac if she remembered the names completely.

Bruno pushed his cock deeper into her more accessible throat. She felt his balls slap against her chin. “I think we do. She didn’t remember our names, though, Mac.”

“Don’t make her feel bad,” Mac said as his balls slapped against her thighs. “She has a lot going on at the moment.”

She wanted to defend her good name but that wasn’t an option as then men had both taken a step closer to one another. She thought they were keepers, too.

* * *

“Have you seen Paula?” Teri said.

“No,” Trish said.

“She left,” Lars said. “Hunk of a guy, too. I might have to see if I can add him to my cheat list.”

“You actually have a cheat list?”

“If Timothy says I can add him, I’ll have a cheat list.”

Lars cleared the glasses from the table and left.

“You want to head home?” Trish said with her hand on Teri’s thigh.

“I’m so glad Rita and Paula found people to go home with.” She said placing her hand on Trish’s hand. “The strap-on I ordered arrived on Wednesday.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

The two of them strode out of the bar hand-in-hand.

* * *

“This is a nice place,” Paula said.

“It’s rent controlled. I’d never be able to afford it otherwise. This is the living room. The home office is the first room down that corridor. And the bedroom and bathroom are at the end of the corridor. The kitchen is behind us. Can I get you a drink?”

“I’m good,” Paula said, sitting down on the sofa.

Henry sat down next to her and there was an awkward break in the conversation.

They both spoke at once and laughed. They apologized at once and laughed, again. “You’re my guest. You go first,” he said.

“But, you just went,” she said with a smile. She moved her face closer to his. “I was going to say something pleasant but meaningless about your decor.”

He moved closer to her, “How superficial.”

“Instead,” she said and their lips met. Their hands were all over each other. His hand slid up her thigh. Her hand unbuttoned his pants. He was going to pull her hem up when she broke the kiss.

“Wait,” she said standing up.

“What?”

“I just bought this dress yesterday.”

“How about you take it off for me?”

She smiled and began to sway and strut about as she removed her shoes. Her dress unzipped in back and she removed her arms one at a time. She held one arm across her breasts as the dress fell open and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it and bent down to pick it up. She tossed it onto a nearby chair and started rolling her pantyhose down her legs.

“Okay, I’m good,” he said. He stood and picked her up. He ignored her surprised yelp and carried her into the bedroom.

* * *

Rita had no idea how it happened but she was still between the two men but now Bruno was in her mouth and Mac was slowly pushing into her anus. She could not stop rubbing her pussy with one hand and cupping Mac’s balls with the other.

“I’m going to cum,” Bruno said.

She just nodded and her mouth was filled with his seed. She liked how it tasted and for a fleeting moment she wondered if Allen was responsible for that.

Bruno stepped back, his cock leaving her mouth with an audible pop. “You thirsty?” He said to her.

She nodded. She was about to say yes when Mac pushed deeper into her ass. The yes sound more like a yowl. She looked behind her and said, “Don’t stop.”

Mac nodded and grabbed her sides firmly to finish himself off inside her. He had orgasmed but he kept moving in and out of her ass until she orgasmed. He pulled out of her and directed her onto the bed where Bruno had several bottles of water.

Rita lay face down on the bed not moving for several minutes, the feeling of cum slowly running out of her ass and down her thigh being more than she could really think about.

“Did we kill her?”

“I doubt it. Give her another five minutes.”

When she picked up her head there was a bottle of water in front of her. She turned to look at the guys and they were kissing one another and jerking each other off.

She turned on her side and drank gratefully from the cold water bottle. She didn’t notice she was fingering herself as she watched the two men make out.

Bruno came all over Mac’s stomach. “I win,” Mac said.

Bruno grunted and bent down to take Mac into his mouth. “So you say,” he said before finishing Mac off and swallowing the result.

“So, you guys are a couple.”

“That wasn’t obvious?”

“I don’t like to assume,” Rita said.

“I do,” Bruno said sitting up and taking a drink from his water bottle. “When does your venn end?”

“What?”

“Don’t what me. You’re a guy who decided to venn into this hot piece of ass to get fucked not by a man but by two men.”

“How could you tell?”

“First, you walked up to us in a bar and without saying hello and said, ‘let’s go fuck,’” Mac said.

“Second,” Bruno said. “You didn’t hesitate to go back to the apartment of two men you just met. Women aren’t that foolhardy.”

“Third, have you heard of condoms?

“Fourth, that body is such a venn job. I bet our cum tasted good.”

“It did. And I didn’t request that. I suspect Allan did it without telling me.”

“Allan? Should we be jealous?”

“Should we invite him over?”

“By now, Allan, or actually Paula, should have a cock balls deep in her pussy.”

* * *

Henry rolled to the side, his hands still holding her head as they kissed. Paula rolled with him, not wanting him to pull out yet.

He was smiling. His smile was warm and she just wanted to kiss him some more. She settled on saying, “That was great.”

“Great?” He said. “You’ll make my head grow too wide to leave the room if you keep that up.”

“Hush, you know you were great. I’ve never had a more attentive lover.”

“That’s a shame. You have a body worthy of attention.”

“Now who’s the flatterer.”

“Some things are simply true.” He started to get up. “I need to use the bathroom. Don’t go away.”

“I’ll need it when you return.”

“I’ll be quick.”

When she returned to the bed, he raised the sheet up to make it easier to get in. She got into bed facing him and they hugged and talked for several hours. After a short lull in the conversation, he said, “Do you spoon?”

“I love to spoon. Are you inviting me to stay the night?”

“I am. I’ll even be the little spoon if you want to have the option to escape?”

“That sound like fun. Being smaller and being on the out side.”

“It works. Try it. And I love the feel of tits on my back.”

Soon they were asleep with her pressed up against his broad back.

* * *

Teri work up to find Trish sleeping in bed with her. She sneaked out of the apartment to the mall around seven. She entered the venn machine alone and stepped out as Terry. He hurried back to the apartment and got back into his bed.

Trish stirred and opened her eyes. “What? What did you do?”

“We never spend any time as man and woman. I thought we could give it a try.”

“And I get to be the woman first?”

“You didn’t wake up before me.”

They kissed and Trish pulled back. “You need to shave.”

“No stubble?”

“Sorry, it’s too scratchy on my chin.”

“Well, we can do something where our faces aren’t so close together,” he said. He pulled back the sheet and revealed his erection. “Climb on.”

“Facing which way?”

“You’re the cowgirl, you decide.”

* * *

Rita had no idea how they talked her into this but they had a penchant for bondage play. Cuffs on her ankles were locked to a spreader bar that forced her short legs nearly three feet apart. Her arms were folded behind her back with her hands near her neck inside a leather bag keeping her from moving them. A strap attached to the bag was anchored to the bed via a hook in the ceiling. This held her body upright with little wiggle room for bending. A blindfold covered her eyes and a bright red ball gag filled her mouth.

She wasn’t complaining about the treatment though as one of them was eating her pussy and one of them was eating her ass. She could get use to this kind of treatment she thought.

She felt something wet land on her inner thigh. “Sorry,” Mac said. “I didn’t expect him to explode on you.”

“You pointed my cock at her leg while you were rubbing it.”

“I did no such thing.”

A few more moments of bickering followed and they stood up. Her crotch and thighs felt cold now that there weren’t two guys pressed up against them. A hand slapped her check.

“Hey, we’re heading out for about half an hour. Chill until we get back.”

Rita protested through the gag.

“Have a good time? You know we will.”

She protested again to no avail. She heard the door to the bedroom close. She stood in silence with no idea what they were up to. They better not have gone to get breakfast. She was starting to get hungry. She was also worried about the time. She would be turning into Oscar soon.

When they returned, they didn’t say anything. They just ran their hands all over Rita’s body. She was enjoying the attention when suddenly she wasn’t Rita any more.

Oscar’s arms were more tightly held in place by the bag and the strap was pulling him upward more. Rita was much shorter than Oscar.

“Look at him,” a woman’s voice said.

“You were holding out on us, Rita.”

“Did he tell us his male name?”

“No.”

“Damn.”

The blindfold and ball gag were removed. The two ladies in the room stood back from Oscar so he could get a good look at them.

“Your turn to bone us,” the one with blue hair said.

“Can you guess which of us is Bruno or Mac?” said the one with unnaturally red hair.

“I haven’t got a clue,” Oscar said.

“Oo, I get his dick first. That voice is to die for.”

“No fair,” the blue haired woman said. She straddled over top of the redhead and started kissing Oscar and the redhead took his cock in hand and started to suck it.

* * *

Allan woke as his venn ended. His hand was cupped around Henry’s breast and he had to let go slowly so he didn’t wake… her. His eyes came into better focus. He was in bed with a woman spooned against him. His morning wood was pressed into her lower back.

“I have a confession,” the woman started to say as she opened her eyes. She rolled herself out of the bed and was standing next to it naked with a shocked expression on her face.

“We both do,” Allan said, holding the sheet up so she could more easily get back into bed. “I’m Allan.”

She laughed, “Hannah.” She got back into bed facing him. “You were venned too? That’s hilarious.”

“Was anything you said yesterday true?”

“Most of it. I’m a paralegal. I’m hoping to take the bar exam in about a year. Do you actually work at the museum?”

“I do. I’m the assistant curator specializing in seventeenth and eighteenth century paintings.”

“Do you paint?”

“I dabble. I don’t have a studio at the moment. I live with three other guys.”

“Do they know what you… They were also venned last night.”

“They were. They’re men now, too. Hope the folks they met are as understanding as you are. Who venned you?”

Hannah’s phone rang.

“Speak of the devil. That’s probably Krista.” She picked up the phone and nodded. “Hey Kris.”

“Yes, the woman I met was a real knockout.

“Still here.

“No, he had no issue with me being a woman.

“Yes, he,” she laughed. “Take a selfie with me?”

“Sure,” Allan said. “Won’t she see the sheets.”

“Yes.” She said as she snapped a pic of the two of them and sent it to Krista.

“I gotta go.

“Yes, he is cute. Bye.”

“I’m cute.”

“You’re gorgeous. But are you as good a kisser as Paula?”

He answered with a kiss. Her phone fell to the floor as the kiss continued. More than a kiss happened next.

* * *

Trish fell onto the bed. “That was better than the strapon.”

“You better say that.”

“Let’s get lunch and stop by the machine.”

“The machine?”

“You’re taking Trish out to lunch, maybe dinner later.”

“You’re going to be Trish another eight hours?”

“Rest of the weekend. If we’re going to experiment, we’re going to do it right.”

“I thought you didn’t want to spend days as a woman.”

“I didn’t. But you decided to be the guy and I’m sick of sneaking around with Oscar and Allan. So, let’s do this.”

“What are we going to do between Lunch and Dinner?”

“Unlike Paula, I don’t own any women’s clothing. We’re going shopping.”

“Oh, god.”

* * *

Oscar was no longer bound. Eight hours had passed. The three men lay in a heap on the bed. “I need a shower.”

“I need two showers.”

“When are you moving in Oscar?”

“That’s a bit fast, Mac,” Bruno said.

“You were thinking it, too,” Mac said.

“I was.”

“I had fun, guys. And I’ve never said that to guys after sex before,” Oscar said. “But, I don’t think I’m ready to be third wheel in whatever you have here.”

“You’ll be Rita in a month?”

“That was the original plan.”

“Oo, what’s the revised plan?”

“It’s not finished being planned yet.”

“Aw. No pressure,” Mac said. “But, I speak for Bruno and I, I think, when I say Rita and/or Oscar are welcome any time they want to be here.”

“If you aren’t ready for sex as a man among men, we understand. Oscar can call us and we’ll be sure Tara and Mara are waiting for you.”

“Are those your names? I don’t think you mentioned it.”

“You didn’t ask, either.”

“True. Knowing you two, Mac is Tara, right?”

* * *

Early Sunday morning, Allan was in the kitchen part of the open living area making a couple eggs when Oscar left his room and joined him.

“When did you get home?” Oscar said.

“Near midnight. Spent the day with Hannah.”

“Hannah? You hooked up with a woman?”

“No, I left the bar with Henry. In the morning I was in bed with Hannah.”

Oscar laughed. “I guess she wasn’t mad at you deceiving her.”

“No, she wasn’t. How did you do with those beefy men?”

“I was invited into a throuple, I think. They were bi, I guess. Before Rita could leave, they venned into women. It’s like I met four people this weekend.”

“They just left you in their apartment?”

“Rita was a bit tied up when they left.”

“When we’re all awake, you need to kiss and tell. Did you like all four people you met?”

“Like is a strong word. I didn’t accept their offer of throuplehood. We still need to spend some time just hanging out. They were happy I was open to future dates.”

“I took Hannah to dinner and a movie last night. And we decided to treat it like a first date so after a couple ‘porch’ kisses I came home, left her at the door to her apartment.”

Trish walked out of Terry’s room in nothing more than rather short, red, satin bathrobe. She poured a cup of coffee. “Morning, guys.”

“I didn’t expect to find you and Terry cuddling on the couch last night,” Allan said.

“We’re experimenting. Eyes are up here, Oscar.”

“Allan’s staring too. He’s just better at subtle.”

“It’s true.”

“How long have you and Terry…” Oscar said.

“This is the third weekend we left the bar together. Usually we fool around as women and that’s the end of it. Terry ended his venn really early Saturday morning and we decided to give this a go. After we... experimented, I went back to the mall and extended my venn to a month.”

“A month?”

“Then we’re going to swap and see how that goes.”

“Good luck with that.”

“I’ve lived with Terry for a few years now. We both know each other’s annoying habits. We’re already friends. Being like this is the part that makes me nervous. At least I won’t need my glasses for a month.”

“Paula could take you shopping.”

“I already did that with Terry yesterday. I hope you don’t mind. I borrowed some of Paula’s things so I could go out.”

“You could have called.”

“I’ll buy the clothes. You can replace them or not.”

“Paula has a date with Henry next Saturday. We can venn Friday and go shopping before my date,” Allan said. “It’ll be more fun than dragging Terry through the mall.”

“Terry said he’d venn Saturday and we’d go shopping together.”

“Hannah joked about meeting me at the mall to shop. She said she might introduce me to Krista. How about Rita, Oscar?”

“Rita does need clothes. Six woman shopping together? It’s a date.”


Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

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