Friday Night

Ever since they were kids, Anton had always been the runt of the group. Billy and Jake were always slapping him around, making fun of him, and generally getting him to do whatever they wanted. As adults they still hung out together every Friday night, going to the same shitty bar in their backwater town. There weren't many options when it came to chicks in this town - Billy and Jake would usually just end up getting piss drunk and tease Anton about how much of a sissy he was. They'd often grab his ass or make disparaging remarks about his height. This was usually how their Friday nights would go, and Anton accepted it; they were his buddies, he had no one else.
One weekend, Billy sat down with the three of them at the bar, nursing their cheap beers.
"I found a solution to our girl problems, Anton," he said.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You'll find out in a minute," grinned Jake.
Billy and Jake found out that they could order X-change online, and slipped some into Anton's beer. In less than a minute, in place of their friend sat a stunning brunette, clutching her tits in shock and reaching in between her legs to find a wet pussy. They took her outside, unzipped their pants and shoved their erect cocks in her face.
"I think we'll call you Annie now. You know what to do, sissy," said Billy.

Months later, this was how their Friday nights went now. "Annie" got better at dressing the part, and even found that she could get off by rubbing her clit through her shorts while she was sucking cock. What she didn't understand was why Jake didn't take any X-change too. Billy had a nice thick member, a proper mouthful, but Jake's was so small she could always barely even fit it in her lips. Maybe she'd slip some X-change into his drink next Friday. They were buddies, after all.