I had been dating Amy for a week. Every night since then I blacked out. I don’t know what happens, but I just wake up the next day at my place, feeling relaxed. Last night, as we were watching a movie, Amy started to speak in what I would think was latin or something. Everything felt sublime, like if I was in some kind of mushroom trip. “So, how do you feel Katie?” she asked me. I could hear her, but she sounded kind of muted. I just smiled, and didn’t even complain she called me a girl’s name. She took all my clothes off. I was somewhat surprised to see I had breasts and a pussy. But I didn’t complain, somehow it felt right. She grabbed me by the hand, and took me to her bedroom. She pushed me into her bed, and started fingering me.
I started to fall out of my state of trance. Coming back to reality one second at a time. I wanted to yell stop, but her finger inside my pussy felt great. “You like that Katie. Don’t you?” this time I heard her words quite clear. “Yes! more more!” I said as I bit my lips. “Finally after a whole week, I think you are ready” she said. I didn’t know what she was talking about. But I bet it has something to do with my blackouts.
The next morning I woke up in Amy’s bed. I was still a woman, and I had my arm around her. “So, how do you feel lover?” she asked me. “Never better” I told her. I knew who I used to be, but that felt so unreal, I loved being Katie. And believe me, I wanted to stay with Amy. But the spell she had used on me was too strong. She expected me to be her lesbian lover. But in reality she turned me into a straight woman. A few days later when we realized this, we parted ways. I thanked her for setting me free, but never saw her again.
