My days were quite boring. All I did was work, and watch tv. One day, I decided to create a blog, maybe about videogames, I don’t know, something that I used to like doing before I had so much work. I was about to name my blog “John’s Blog”, but I thought “that’s not fun”. So I wrote “Amy’s Blog of Sex”. At least in my written fantasies, I would write about Amy having sex with me. Amy didn’t exist, she was just my fantasy girl.
So, one day my wife and I were just talking about our past. The people we used to date, and why we broke up. She knew that before I dated her, I used to date her cousin Amy. “so why did you break up with her?” she asked me. “The truth? well, I didn’t break up with her, one day out of the blue, she just broke up with me, she didn’t even say why” I answered.
I told my friend James that I have always liked girls with red hair. He then got an old book from a drawer in his room. He said it used to be his grandma’s book. “What if I told you that I can use this book to make a girl appear in this room?” he said. “Any girl?” I asked him back. “The girl from your dreams if you want”. I looked at him with disbelief. “Just describe the girl in this piece of paper, and I will cast the spell” he said while handing me a piece of paper and a pen.
So, this is me, Amy. I am lying in a couch completely naked, wating for a man from work to come and have sex with me. I wasn’t always like this. The truth is that I wouldn’t act this way before the event.
One day, for no reason at all, I felt really tired in the middle of the day, I couldn’t barely work. I left the office, and went to my appartment, I just had to sleep. When I woke up, I noticed everything was wrong, my apparment walls were pink, my furniture looked all girly. I stood up, and felt my hair touch my shoulders and breasts. “Wait a minute!” I said outloud. I walked to the mirror, and saw, in it, a reflection that wasn’t mine. I looked down, and I was wearing nothing but an unbuttoned white blouse.
I was failing physics. There was nothing I could do. So I asked my teacher for an extra assignment, something to get my grades up. “There is one thing. But I don’t think you will like it” he told me. “Anything!” I said, “I can’t fail this class. I’ll be thrown out of college”.
I was told never to pick up a hitchhiker. But it was a long trip home, and I felt so lonely, so when I saw some girl asking for a ride. I decided to give her a chance. “where are you going?” I asked. “Vancouver” she said. I couldn’t believe it, she was going to the same place I was driving to. “Hope in” I said.
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.
I was so lucky. I just got to las vegas, and for some reason, I was moved to the hotel’s biggest suite. “They must have mistaken me for a high roller or something. Imagine all the girls I can get with a room like this” I thought as I entered the suite. After unpacking I saw a little closed bottle closed to the tv. “Rubber” it said, “perfect for rubbing one out”. That’s a funny name I thought, must be some kind of lubricant.
“Please, take off your clothes, put on this robe and wait for the doctor here” the nurse said. Last week I had volunteered for some tests. If I had known the tests would have turned me into a girl, I wouldn’t have gone through with it. It took a whole week, but day by day, I could see my body change. First I grew breasts, then my pennis shrunk until it became a clit, my balls retracted into myself forming a nice vagina. My waist shrank down, my hair got longer, anyways, I kept changing until I was 100% a girl. Even my voice is different.