Exotic Mama [Man to Asian Woman TG] - Part 1

Commissioned Anonymously

After travelling to Thailand to visit his college friend, Tony finds himself in the awkward position of being transformed into his dream girl. Unable to keep their hands off each other, Tony ends up pregnant with triplets and has to come to terms with the fact that this will be his new life.

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Part 2

When Tony woke up the next morning he groaned; his head was pounding and his mouth tasted weird. There was a strange roughness on his tongue and it took him a moment or two to realise it was hair. 

“Ew!” 

He shot up in bed, and Tony felt his whole world shift. He tugged at his mouth, wanting to fling the hair away, but that only made his skull sting.

“Ow, what the hell, it’s…my hair?”

But how was that possible? His hair was way too short to end up in his mouth while he was asleep. And yet, when he pulled his hand out, it showed long strands of reddish blonde hair. Another hard tug proved it was attached to his skull, which was less gross than it being a stranger's hair, at least. 

“How the hell-whaaa!”

Tony swung his legs over the edge of the bed and immediately fell over. His whole body felt off balance, the weight was distributed all wrong. He fell heavily on his chest, and pain made him see white for a moment. His chest felt so sensitive! He wrapped an arm across it, or rather, he tried to. His arm didn't make it nearly as far as it should have. Instead, it was stopped by two very large, soft breasts. They were so big he didn’t believe it at first. What came after D cups? H? J? They had to be one of those. They were curvy and moved when his body shifted, bouncing off one another slightly as he forced himself to his feet. 

They had to be some sort of costume; it was the only explanation. Even as he thought it, Tony knew it wasn't true though. He could feel the weight of them, and more than that he could feel the humid morning air against his skin. The warm air brushing gently against his nipples. 

“These are…real?”

Sleep was now fully shrugged off and Tony started to notice more. His voice for a start; it was so different. Lighter, more feminine with a hint of an accent. A Thai accent. It wasn't strong, but it was there. It made him bring a hand to his lips, where he felt soft plumpness. The other hand went to his breast, hefting up the immense weight in confusion. 

“Am I a woman?”

Tony jumped to his feet and immediately wobbled; his centre of gravity had totally shifted. The weight in his butt was just as strong as the weight in his chest and his hips didn’t sit the same way he was used to. After taking a second to get his balance, Tony straightened up and immediately realised something was wrong. The whole room seemed bigger, no, that wasn't it; he was smaller and shorter, to be more accurate. He rushed to the mirror in the bathroom and found, to his irritation, he was almost too short to use it, he must have lost at least a foot in height, and he’d never been the tallest guy to begin with. 

After a bit of looking, he managed to find a stool and sat himself up on it, feeling his newly cushioned ass hung off the sides slightly. Instead of his usual forgettable self staring back, there was a perfect stranger. 

The woman in the mirror had a Eurasian quality to her: dark mono-lidded eyes with long lashes, light Olive skin that paired strikingly with her light hair, which was that odd mix of red and blonde and somehow seemed natural. Tony pressed a hand to his cheek and watched as she did the same, his fingers ran down the curve of his now heart-shaped face, then across his plump lips. 

“This can’t be happening.”

Looking down at his body, he was met with his ample cleavage; everything below was hidden. Luckily, the mirror helped him to get more familiar. With some wobbling, he stood on the stool and turned on top. Watching as his new curves bounced with the movement. His body was short, almost comically so, but what he now lacked in height, he made up for in curves. His butt and breasts were huge and soft, but somehow didn’t sag. Now that he could see his full body he could also see that his skin was naturally a few shades paler than originally thought; he had the tan lines for a one piece swimsuit, a one piece that barely covered his ass and had a plunging neckline to boot. 

He shouldn’t have been surprised when he looked between his legs. He knew on some level his cock and balls would be gone; why wouldn’t they, but it still felt strange to see. A mound of curly dark hair had replaced them. He couldn’t help but place a hand against the mound to feel the soft springiness of it. 

Tony awkwardly clambered down from the stool and placed his hands on his now wide hips and pouted. 

“Okay…this isn’t great, but I guess it could be worse.”

Men in foreign countries had woken up to worse, but still. Now that he’d established he wasn't dreaming, Tony wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn't going to match his ID anymore, or his passport, and the odds of somebody believing his insane story of just waking up as an entirely different person probably wasn't going to fly. Tony barely believed it himself, and he was living it!

“I suppose getting dressed is the first step. Not that any of my clothes are going to fit anymore.”

Tony flipped open his suitcase and his jaw dropped.

“This…these aren’t mine!”
The suitcase was filled with clothes he’d never seen before: mini dresses, tight fitting jeans, sunglasses, swimsuits, and seven pairs of shoes. Seven! Tony didn’t own that many pairs, and even if he did, he wouldn't have packed them all. He held up a pair of strappy orange heels in disbelief. He didn’t even know how to go about putting them on. He was about to throw them on the bed in annoyance when he realised all the other shoes were about the same. At least the orange ones sort of suited his new complexion. 

“God, since when do I care about my outfit matching my complexion?” he muttered, slowly putting on his heels. “Where are my priorities?”

After sifting through his options, he ended up dressed in a pair of tight-fitting white shorts, a chunky belt and an orange halter-neck top. He gave up trying to get a bra on, those damn hooks were impossible to do up and his breasts seemed pretty perky, despite their size. At least the panties seemed to fit, even if his bush stuck out from the sides a little.

He wasn't about to risk breaking his neck standing on a stool in heels so he jumped up and down a few times to try and get a good look at the outfit in the mirror. His breasts jiggled, but aside from the outline of his nipples being noticeable if somebody really looked, it was fine. 

He was about to step outside to try and clear his head when a buzzing made him freeze in place. His phone screen was lit up with the words “mama”. Tony blinked in shock: first of all, he never called his mom ‘mama’; second of all, she died in a car crash when he was fifteen. Out of sheer shock more than anything, he picked up the phone and lifted it to his ear.

“Hello?”
“Toni! There you are, not hungover, are we?”

There was a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone; it was familiar and warm, but not the mother he remembered. 

“Uh, nope.” 

“Well, have you met him yet?”

“Who?”

“Who?! Toni, the man you flew across the world to see, silly! Honestly, it’s a bit funny, don't you think? You moved to the US to go to college and ended up going back to Thailand to see the man you met there ten years later. You could have stayed here and studied, would have saved us a whole lot of money.”

She was laughing, but Tony just felt bewildered. Moved to the US? He’d been born there! 

“Um, I will be seeing him soon,” Tony replied, not knowing what else to say. 

“Well, let me know how it goes! You know I am always rooting for you, sweetie.”

She said it with such a light, jovial tone, but it put a lump in Tony’s throat. He hadn't heard that sort of simple, expected level of support from a mother figure since he was a kid. 

“I will, Mama.” he whispered. “Thank you.”

He hung up before he could get emotional and cleared his throat. Whatever was going on here, it had changed more than just his body. 

“Okay, new plan,” he whispered. “Who the hell am I now?”

He sat down on the bed and started flicking through the phone. Back in the day, they said you could learn everything about a woman by looking in her purse; these days, it was her social media. He combed through the phone, seeing contacts he didn't recognise, and so many photos. Toni, it seemed, loved taking selfies. Half the phone were self-portraits in different outfits, some posed provocative enough to make his cheeks heat. Then again, with this new body, it was hard not to pose sexually. It was hard to aim the camera anymore without getting a glimpse of the new curves. 

“Okay, so my name is Toni Ngam, white mom by the looks of these pictures, Thai dad…”

It was strange piecing together a life from just photos and old texts. From what he could gather, he was now a Thai citizen who had moved to America for college several years ago and was in the process of moving back. Mama had mentioned a man that brought her back here, so who was he? The red Tinder app stared back at him through the phone screen, and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“This is gonna be weird.”

It was. Tony had never used a dating app before, but looking through Toni’s answers they all seemed pretty similar to what he would have put down himself. All save the ‘Interested in Men’ part. There were half a dozen conversations, all but one of which were several weeks old. The most recent one, though, had several unread messages. 

“Here we go.”

He mentally steeled himself and clicked open the conversation, ready to scroll to the top and read from the beginning, but he immediately hit a stumbling block. The name at the top of the page, and the little round photo, even tiny he recognised him. 

“Jonny?” He gaped, “What the hell?”

Quickly, Tony scrolled up their conversation; they had been talking for months apparently. 

T: Hey, weird question but are you the same Jonny Dalton from Northwest class of ‘15?

J: OMG! Yes! Toni! Long time no talk!

T: I know it’s weird reaching out over Tinder of all things haha, but when I saw you I couldn’t believe it. I thought you moved to Thailand!

J: I did! Oh man, I came home for a visit a while back, I guess I never switched my location back.

T: Oh well, at least we get to chat again!

Just like in his life, they’d gone to college together but floated in different circles. Ironically, the Thai girl had moved to the States, and the American had ended up in Thailand. Tony read through their conversations, watching as the conversation turned to casual flirtation, they overt flirtation. Some of the more amorous selfies suddenly made sense as they appeared in the feed. 

“I came here to connect with Jonny?” Tony screwed up his face; it was similar to what had actually happened, but in this reality they were definitely more than just college buddies catching up. 

Tony pressed his lips together and stared at the pictures Jonny had sent him in return for his flirty selfies. They were nothing too graphic, just shirtless pictures making bedroom eyes at the camera. Looking at them made Tony’s stomach do a flip. 

“I guess he is a good looking guy…” he muttered before shaking his head. “What am I saying?”

A knock at the door made him jump, and his whole body seemed to move with him.

“Uh, yes?”

“Miss, check-out was ten minutes ago.” Called a voice through the door in Thai.

“I paid for a week's stay, though.” Tony replied in Thai without even thinking about it. 

“We only have one night on file, ma’am. If you could come to the front desk, please?”

“Alright! Just give me a moment!”

Footsteps retreated and Tony let out a nervous breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. He absolutely had booked a week, but it seemed Toni had other plans and like it or not, he was in her life now. He just couldn’t figure out how. Tony gathered his things as quickly as he could, which wasn’t very quick, all things considered. He was still trying to get used to the way his hips moved and breasts hung when he walked or bent over. Not to mention he had no idea what was his anymore. 

Without thinking, he reached over to grab the little idol he’d bought Jonny on a lark. His soft palm closed around it, and suddenly, something felt off. Tony examined the little idol for a moment and realised it had changed. No longer a voluptuous woman, it was just a tiny wooden doll of a man. It was plain, well carved, but definitely not the idol he’d bought. 

Tony ran his fingers down the marks on the back; the blue ballpoint pen he’d used had left tiny grooves in the soft wood, but instead of Jonny’s name, something new was written down the idols back. The Thai word for ‘You’re welcome’. 

“You did this!” He gasped, “I don’t know how, but you turned me into a woman! Turn me back right now!”

Of course, the wooden idol didn’t respond, but frankly, at this point, it wouldn't have surprised him if it did. 

“Fine.” He muttered, trying to stuff the idol into his back pocket and failing miserably. The fabric was already so tight across his ass it was a miracle it hadn't split, fitting anything in his back pocket was a pipe dream; they may as well have been fake. Instead, he grabbed a white handbag and chucked it in. His backpack was nowhere to be seen, leaving him with just the suitcase and the tiny, strappy bag to hang over his shoulder. 

Arguing with the front desk didn't do him any good. Their system and accounts clearly showed Toni Ngam paid for a single night, and her room was needed for the next customer. He wasn’t sure whether or not to believe them then they said they were now fully booked, either way he was out on his fabulous new ass. 

The streets looked totally different in the daylight without the night market stalls. The crowd was no less thick, though, and he couldn’t help but notice how a few passersby glanced over at him. 

“The longer I stand here, the more people will think I’m a dumb tourist.” 

Tony set off into the crowd with no real destination in mind, aside from trying to find some more cheap accommodation. Walking felt odd, though; he could feel his round cheeks bouncing slightly with each swaying step. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make his hips walk without a feminine sway. It made his ass cheeks feel like they were dancing; he couldn’t even blame the people whose eyes ducked down as he walked by. He was so used to people looking past him; he’d never been an object of interest before. 

“What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself, eyes on the pavement as he tried to squeeze through the crowd. 

A second later, he slammed straight into something that knocked him backwards.

“Ow, if I keep this up my ass is gonna bruise…” he groaned. 

“Look where you’re going!” Said an angry man in Thai before continuing past, adjusting his rumpled shirt. 

“Well, excuse me,” Tony muttered sarcastically. 

He got to his feet and kept walking, only to nearly collide with yet another man. Then another, it seemed like people expected him to be the one to move over in the streets now. Come to think of it, Tony couldn't remember the last time he’d moved across for a woman. They always seemed to do it first. It was such a small thing, but apparently, he was going to have to learn it. For the sake of his butt if nothing else; keeping balanced in this body was hard. 

Tony tried to navigate through the dense crowd, but the streets were alive with activity. Street hawkers shouted at him, offering everything from T-shirts to fried snacks. Their voices became more insistent when they saw him, too, no matter how fast he tried to walk.

"Lady, look here, very good price!" one called, reaching out with a hand that almost touched his arm. 

Tony flinched back, but the man tried again, trying to pull him in closer.

“No, thank you!” He replied firmly in Thai, pulling away, only to be cornered by another one who stood just a little too close. It took a lot of fancy footwork work but eventually, he managed to sidestep most of them. But Tony could feel their eyes on him as he walked. He felt a rush of heat flood his face as embarrassment surged through him. Why were they staring at him like that? Why did they expect him to be flattered by their attention? Was he flattered? He couldn’t help but enjoy the sly glances a little bit. God, what was wrong with him? 

The sound of splashing met his ears, and Tony turned to see a crowded splash pad. People of all ages were enjoying the refreshing break from the humidity, and he suddenly felt jealous. His tight-fitting clothing was making the heat even more stifling. He remembered the tan line and unconsciously ran a finger over the curve of his hip. That swimsuit was in his suitcase. He could go and cool off, but…what would people say? 

With his unique look, he was an oddity to tourists and locals alike. Would parading around in a swimsuit really be a good idea? Not to mention, there was that jungle of a bush between his legs; if his panties couldn’t contain it, a swimsuit certainly wouldn’t. The idea of walking around and everybody seeing it was strangely inviting. 

A wolf whistle made his head snap to the side. A pale skinned man with a terrible sunburn was grinning at her. He blew her a kiss and yelled out in broken Thai.

“Hey, hottie! Want good time?”

A wave of different emotions—disgust, arousal, desire and frustration—washed over him. That tourist was the last person he wanted flirting with him, but at the same time, it had been so long since Tony had been desired by anybody, let alone so openly. It felt nice; he couldn’t deny that. He turned on his heels and stomped away before he could dwell on the confusing feeling further. 

“Stop wandering and make a plan!” He told himself.

The universe must have been listening because a second later, he heard his phone ping from inside his purse—a Tinder message. 

J: Hey, are we still meeting up today? I am so excited to finally see you again. 

“My hero,” Tony whispered. 

T: Sounds great, where should we meet? I have one hell of a story to tell you.

~

They agreed to meet at a little restaurant not far from Tony’s hotel. The entire walk there he prepared his story and tried to think of ways to prove it. By the time he arrived he felt prepared for anything, except his reaction to seeing Jonny. 

In his old reality, it had only been a few hours since they first met, but this time, it felt different. His heart leapt into his throat, and his eyes roamed over his friend, noticing things he never had before, like the broadness of his shoulders and the slight muscle of his arms. He was wearing a dark blue linen shirt that hung loosely off his frame and rustled in the wind. It exposed his stomach for a fraction of a second, enough for Tony to notice his abs. They weren’t super defined, but they were there. 

“Damn, he didn’t need that idol,” Tony whispered. “Seriously, how is he single?”

Jonny looked up from his phone and smiled a smile that took Tony’s breath away all over again. All of a sudden, he felt hyper-aware of his new body. He should have worn make-up, or done something with his hair. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, his body instantly felt electrified by Jonny’s presence. 

“Wow, Toni! You look incredible!” Jonny smiled. “Even better than the photos. It’s been too long!”

“You think so?” Tony blushed, twirling a strand of hair around his finger before realising what he was doing and forcing his hand to his side. “I mean uh, not so long for me.”

Jonny screwed up his face in confusion. 

“What do you mean? 

There is a list of things not to bring up on a first date: politics, religion, your crazy ex. Telling your date that up until this morning, you were a man with a totally different life should probably be on that list, but that didn’t stop Tony, mainly because the idea of going through an entire date, with a man no less, seemed impossible without coming clean first. 

“So…Your name was Tony with a Y?”

“Well, Anthony, but nobody ever called me that. I don’t think you even knew it was actually my full name.”

“Wow, you’ve definitely had a morning then.”

“You’re taking this remarkably well. You’re not secretly dialing a head doctor under the table, are you?”

“I can’t explain it, I just…believe you.”

“Maybe that’s part of the spell,” Tony muttered, and Jonny scoffed.

“Spell? You think magic did this?”

“I’ve got tits out to here, Jonny! Is the existence of magic really out of the question?”

His face went bright red, and Jonny quickly cleared his throat and looked away. 

“It was this little idol thing; I am sure of it.” Toni produced the idol, “it was a curvy girl last night when I wrote your name on it.”

“My name?”

“Yeah, they said it would help you get a girl. I thought it would be a funny joke and I…wait…”

Jonny went even redder and refused to meet Tony’s eye.

“Am I…Am I your dream girl?”

“I do have a thing for big curves and shorter girls…and you sort of have all the best parts of Asian and Western features…”

Tony flopped back in the seat in disbelief; some guys were open about what they were into, which was fine, but Tony and Jonny had never been that way. Now, he was stuck with the knowledge that, for whatever reason, that idol had turned him into his friend's ultimate girl, so every part of him had been decided by a fetish Jonny had. 

“I feel like I know you way more than I want to right now.” Tony chuckled, thinking of the bush between his legs. 

“Yeah well, how do you think I feel, like my privacy has been violated.”

“You feel violated?!”

The two of them laughed; this situation was just too ridiculous to take seriously. 

“So, what did the guy who sold it to you say when you took it back?” Jonny asked when they finally got a hold of themselves.

“What do you mean?”

“You did go back, right? That would have been the first thing I did.”

Tony opened and closed his mouth a few times. That would have been the obvious and smart thing to do, wouldn’t it?

“You haven’t gone.”

“Not…yet.”

Jonny rolled his eyes.

“Come on then, that would be a good place to start.”