“So you really think that’s the way to keep a man?!” Anna growled at me. She was growing increasingly agitated, but then so was I.
“You burn through boyfriends so fast, and all because they ask you - just ask you - for stuff any guy would! It’s just sex Anna! If you want to keep a guy - even nice guys - sometimes you just have to do what they want!” I was shouting too. It was tough as a straight guy being friends with a straight girl. I was sick of hearing about my friend Anna’s love life. I’d know her for years, but she was so full of herself sometimes.
“Well then maybe YOU can show me how it’s done!” She pointed at me and in a flash I felt my body swelling and pinching and squeezing.
I gasped when it was done. How was I supposed to know Anna was a witch? Or that she’d turn me into a girl?
We argued, obviously. Anna said I wasn’t man enough to be a girl. I tried to point out the logical inconsistency of that argument. She countered that maybe that meant I wasn’t enough of a girl and made my tits bigger. I was still mad. I told her it wasn’t about being a girl, it was about all the problems it would create. She just laughed and said she would be watching, and she would take care of all that.
Then she waved and literally vanished.
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I went home. What other choice did I have? I was grateful my roommate wasn’t home, because I did what any guy would have done in that situation. I plopped myself down on the couch and started checking out my tits.
They were so soft. So big. So heavy.
I pinched my nipples, and I couldn’t keep myself from smiling as I played with them.
I was turned on. It felt different from being a guy, but there was no denying what it was.
That led me to the main attraction. I was a bit more nervous about going that far, so I went to my room.
I heard Anna’s quiet laughter in my ear when I entered, and a breeze blew around me. I watched as my room transformed, just as I was. Nothing too dramatic, but all my clothes strewn around the room were clearly women’s clothes now. And my gaming station now had a vanity set up on it too. And my hair had changed.
Suddenly I knew what Anna meant when she said she’d be watching.
I didn’t care about that then. I was still turned on from before.
“I hope you like the show.” I said to the empty room, imagining Anna watching me as I stripped, then gratuitously grabbed and licked my heavy tit.
I was ready for the main event, so to speak, in no time. I laid back and spread my legs, probing my burning, wet, and ready snatch with the same focus and care I usually reserved for my dates.
I pinched my tit and plunged in, learning first hand why those dates complimented my finger work.
A soft feminine moan escaped my lips.
“See?” I said to the empty room, “I told you it can feel good to be a girl.” I really didn’t know how much sexual experience Anna had, but it always sounded like she was pretty prudish. I bet she didn’t masturbate at all, and now that I was doing it as a woman, I couldn’t help but think that a great shame.
I was feeling good, but I didn’t know how close to orgasm I was when I heard the front door of the apartment open a few moments later. The thought of my roommate overhearing me knocked me out of my reverie and I lost my rhythm. I found myself instead imagining what the specter of Anna would do when confronted with a human being. Changing my clothes was one thing, even changing my body. Would she change Bill’s mind? I was curious to find out. I stopped my self-exploration and got dressed, heading to the living room to see.
And as I crossed the threshold of my door, I heard Anna’s voice whispering again, and a wind from nowhere blew around me. I glanced down and realized the sensible clothes I’d put on had transformed into pornographic looking leather dress.
I didn’t think about it at the time, but in hindsight I remembered Bill saying he liked girls in leather.
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Still dressed for the office, Bill stared at me with a slack-jaw and what I thought was a small bulge in his pants. I tried to ignore that latter part.
“Who are you?” Bill asked. “Some girlfriend of Joe’s?”
So whatever Anna was doing hadn’t erased me from his memory.
No point in lying. I told him everything.
I thought I heard Anna whispering and saw dust rustling, but it might have just been the wind through the window.
Bill was remarkably unphased by my fantastic story.
“So how’s being a chick?” Bill asked, approaching me with a curious and hungry glare. I didn’t pull away when he put his hands on me. I smiled even. That didn’t seem odd at the time.
“Not so bad.” I answered honestly.
“Well you look amazing.” Bill said, “Those tits, I just wanna-” Bill made a wet blubbering noise, “- and your lips… is it weird to tell you that I wonder what they’d feel like around my cock?”
I don’t know what came over me - or didn’t at the time anyways - but suddenly that sounded like a fantastic idea to me. That’s how I found myself giving my first ever blowjob while Bill sucked on my tits. Weirdly, it was making me even more horny than when I’d been masturbating.
“I wanna fuck those tits!” Bill grunted. Again, it seemed like a good idea and I obliged. I found myself moaning as his hot rod jabbed between my fleshy pillows. I loved squeezing them around it. I seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was.
“Oh god, I need to-” Bill pulled away from me and I was disappointed for a second, but then I felt his diamond-cutter of a cock pressed against my lower lips. I was still holding my tits and moaning as he penetrated me.
Getting fucked wasmind shattering. Literally. Everything in the world seemed to just be me shaking and jiggling in pleasure to the rhythm of his pounding.
It felt awesome, but I didn’t know what true bliss was until Bill pulled out and exploded all over me. In hindsight it would be obvious why. Bill wanted - just like he’d wanted me to do and enjoy all these other things - Bill wanted me to cum at the same time as him.
I shuddered and gasped as his cum rained down on me, and an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever known seized me like a vice. When it was done Bill pushed his half limp cock back into me, clearly wishing he had the stamina for more, and all I could do was moan contentedly.
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After cleaning up, I headed back to my room. Free from the impetus of carnal passion, everything I’d done was beginning to weight more and more on me. I got on my bed and stared down at my naked feminine body - my glorious tits - and could only wonder. I’d been a woman a few hours and I’d already fucked a guy? Was I really that-
“Well yes, but I had a hand in it too.” Anna’s voice whispered in my ear. I turned to face it and saw the spectral form of Anna standing there, translucent and pale.
“What kind of lesson was this supposed to teach me?” I asked her.
“Lesson? This was the introduction. The lesson hasn’t even started yet.” Anna’s specter laughed.
“Look, I’m sorry-”
“No, I’m sorry. You’re a bad friend, like most men. You think women’s problems are all so easy. Well I’ve been alive for a long time, and let me tell you they’re not. You think they can be solved by just indulging guys? Well guess what? You’re going to learn first hand if that’s true.”
“You mean-”
“I mean you’re a girl, and you're easy. You love doing what guys want. You can’t help yourself. I’m not totally cruel though, so it has to be guys you like - at least a little - first. ‘Nice guys’ as you put it. Let’s see how that works out for you, even with those ‘nice guys’.”
“But-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll stuck around and make sure nobody panics too much about you suddenly being a girl.” The specter laughed one more time and then vanished.
I hefted my boobs and thought again of how I’d felt. How I was no doubt going to feel again.
“How does this all end?” I asked the empty room.
“One year.” Anna’s spectral voice whispered in my ear, “When you’ve kept a nice guy for one year, we’ll talk again.”
I swallowed hard and stared at my tits. Looks like I was going to be keeping them for awhile…