As the gender vampire drained more and more of his blood and the testosterone in it, he became more of a shapely lass. In mere seconds, his manhood would slither between his legs, making him the perfect example of female virginity. He resisted the sensations at first, but he came to love it, tapping a part of him deep inside that he knew never existed. Speaking of things deep inside him that never existed, a womb formed where there was none before!
This is my tip of the hat to the Patrons of the Strange Arts tier, whose names you see under the rather naked, vamped woman. Thank you for your contributions to my Patreon this month and this year. You are truly wonderful guys and gals!