Barney waited for his sister to bring him the clothes he asked for. He knew he can’t even pretend to be his old self since his transformation was complete. There was no chance to pass as a guy, so he decided to accept his life as a woman. It was a bad ida to date a witch, but who would have known she would turn him into a chick, just by politely explaining there’s nothing between them. Unfortunately she didn’t take it very well and put a curse on him.
I got a text from my friend James. “Dude! I need your help. Please come to my appartment right now”. When I got there and openned the door, I was expecting him to open the door, but instead a hot blonde woman wearing James clothes open the door. “Come in” she said, and closed the door behind me. “Dude, sit down, this is going to be hard to explain” she said. “Where is James? why are you calling me dude? I don’t even know you…” I said.
So, yeah. Your probably wondering how this happened, boss, am I right? Okay, it’s kinda a long story…..ok, ok, I’m telling it. So you know how you keep telling me illegal substances and magic don’t mix? So, I was at this party last not, and they were passing around this really weird stuff, and….well….there were these guys who keep messing with me all night, like a half a dozen of of them, and, well, I had that cursed amulet you had me hold onto—you know, the one which amplifies magical power? Anyway, I was just going to turn one of them, you know, so the rest would start messing with them and not me, and, well……
I had just started classes at a new college. I had no friends yet. On my first class I met a beautiful blonde girl. She was smart, and hot. But the weird part was nobody would talk to her. I don’t know why everyone just appeared to ignore her. I talked to her, she was funny, and I could tell she enjoyed talking to me.
I was the manliest of men. Confident in my sexuality. I knew what I wanted and how to get it. I knew who I was. Then I was cursed to be a woman. Unable to dress but how you see me. The girls call me a slut. The guys call me a bimbo. Even old ladies on the street call me a trollop. Well they are all wrong. I’m still confident in my sexuality. I still know what I want and how to get it. I still know who I am and the way this body feels, I’m a full fledged whore!
Growing up, I always thought it was a little bit odd that my Dad went away for business trips all summer, and my Aunt Darlene always came to visit during the summer, but who was I to doubt my parents that my dad was off at work. It was unexpected when my dad divorced my mom, and Aunt Darlene moved in permanently to help pay the bills.
“Are you ready yet?” Carol knocked on the bathroom door. “I’m not going” Tom whined. “What’s the matter again” Carol sighed opening the door and saw her body all dressed up with her make up done properly. “You look great so why are you still in here? Whe should already get going” Carol said aproaching her husband. “I can’t do it” Tom hid his face. “We already visited my parents before so why are you so afraid” Carol asked. “But not as eachother! I’m sure they will notice something. How am I supposed convince them that i’m their daughter?” Tom was freaking out. “It will be alright” Carol hugged him. “Did anyone in my office noticed our switch?” Carol said softly. “No” Tom looked her in the eyes. “See, you’re doing good in my body. When you were at Susan’s bachelorette party no one was able to say you’re not me. At her wedding you were also pretty convincig” Carol comforted her husband. “You think so?” Tom asked. “Of course. You act like me and you don’t even know it. Now come, your parents are waiting for us.” Carol helped her husband to get up. “I hope this will end soon and we could get back to our original bodies” Tom said leaving the bathroom. “Me too” Carol said but she knew the swap is permament.
I have a special condition, one that I have to be really carefull with. Two years ago, I found a magic lamp, and as expected, I was awarded three wishes. The first two worked like a charm. I wished to be the owner of a successfull real state business, and that all women found me attractive. But my third wish, backfired on me, I wished that I had the power to turn any person I touched into a hot bimbo. I didn’t realize at that moment how I had phrased my wish. After granting my wishes, the lamp just disappeared.
Larry had decided he wanted to get his beautiful wife a pearl necklace for their anniversary. His mistake was telling her ahead of time.
In the throws of passion he had blurted out “God honey, I so want to give you a pearl necklace”
“WHAT” she pulled away from him, shocked.
“You know, a pearl necklace would be a great treat for your anniversary he explained “I really think you’ll you’ll it”
“Why you bastard, how dare you ask me that!” she stormed out of the room, while Larry sat up confused.
Little did he know she was a witch, and when she came back in, her eyes glowing, he recoiled in fear
“You want pearl necklaces?” she growled “I’ll make it so you can get all you want”
She chanted some strange words, mist swirled, and loud clap, and Larry became a beautiful confused girl. But she did have a lovely pearl necklace
If she hadn’t fudged the numbers that’s 6 down…. 34 to go. Jane had her work cut out for her.
until very recently, about 3 days ago, Jane had been John Miller, local lady killer at bar in a small city. He was always surrounded by attractive women , and wound up in bed with one of them more nights than not.
That was how John met Caroline, the friendly new girl, a stranger to town. Soon they got to exchanging meaningful glances, and they left for John’s apartment. They were barely in the threshold when they started ripping their clothes off. John was pulling out a condom when Caroline stopped him.
“I’m allergic to latex” she explained. “Besides, I’m on the pill and I don’t have any STDs. Would you please just fuck me without a condom? You can just pull out before you cum.”
John was hesitant at first but quickly got over his reluctance as Caroline started to give him the best head he had ever had. Soon John was plowing Caroline missionary style as she screamed for him to fuck her harder.
“I’m about to pull out,” said John. “I’m sorry,” Caroline whispered back as she wrapped her legs around Johns back. John only had time to think “You bitch” before he painted her guts white with his cum and passed out.
John woke up to an empty apartment and a pounding headache. He was drenched in sweat. He placed a hand to his head to steady himself and found what felt like far too much hair. Weird.
he went to scratch his chest. he made a mental note to work out more. Starting to get flabby
He thought about his wild lover last night. Damn she was a good fuck, He was getting wet just thinking about her.
Wet.
His eyes snapped open as his right hand rushed for his crotch, desperately in search of his cock. To his horror all he found was a hard clit and a sopping wet cunt.
John felt a sudden inescapable need to be filled. She plunged 2 fingers into her aching cunt and began to fuck herself. her other hand played with her clit as she lost herself in her new body.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck” she moaned as she came for the first of several times that morning. her whole body writhed in pleasure.
When she finally finished playing with herself Jane noticed a note on her dresser.
it read: I’m sorry but by now you have probably realized that you’ve transformed into a woman. You are now the victim of an ancient curse. I too am a victim. To transform back into a man you must get 40 men to come inside you within the next month. If you don’t you’ll stay a woman forever. Each male you get to cum inside you will transform as you and I have and be subject to the same contract. Again, sorry for what i did to you but i really want my dick back. Sincerely, Connor aka Caroline.
Now Jane spends most of her time looking for guys to fuck who no one would miss. It would be a lie to say she doesn’t enjoy it. What a shame that fine dicks like these would soon be lost to the world. Thats life. She thinks she might need to start doing threesomes to meet her quota….