Really?
Really Guys? I mean, I understand you changing me into a naked girl. If I’d found the spell book first, I’d have changed one of you. After all, none of us have gotten laid in like forever. But really! BLUE HAIR?!
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Don’t Laugh
While our wives were out shopping, my new neighbor and I sat in my kitchen getting acquainted. I laughed out loud when he told me he was a powerful wizard. I’m not laughing now, as he takes me on my own kitchen counter, As a woman!
Married To A Witch
Being married to a witch has its challenges. Maria explained this to me before we married, but I love her and agreed to the wedding anyway. She told me she came from a family of witches and she worked for the family business. I still, to this day, don’t know what the business is but she makes a lot of money and we live very comfortably. One of the first challenges came while Maria was pregnant with our first child. She needed to be gone for a while on business and said it wouldn’t be good for our unborn baby. Then she asked me to swap bodies with her until she got back. I was a bit hesitant at first, but I trust my wife and agreed. What followed were two of the oddest days of my life. To be in my beautiful wife’s body and to feel our child growing in my belly was both strange and exhilarating. I was almost sad when Maria returned and me swapped back. Maria and I swapped bodies several more times before our daughter was born, once for nearly a month, and I loved every minute. I feel the experience has made me closer to both my wife and my daughter. In due course, we began to talk about having another child. Our daughter was growing into a beautiful young witch and needed a sibling. One night my wife and I had a talk. Her business was requiring her to be away more and more. So instead of the two of us swapping whenever she had to leave, How would I like to bear our second child all the way from conception to birth? A million emotions went through my mind. Excitement, fear, joy, concern, love….I agreed immediately. Well here I am, 8 months pregnant. I’ve been Maria nearly a year (It took a few months for me to catch. We won’t get into that but I loved it!) and have a month to go. Will we swap back then? I don’t know and I really don’t care. Yes, being married to a witch has its challenges, but it has its perks too.
Come to Bed
OK Donna. It was your idea to try this swap therapy. Now quit admiring your new body in the mirror and come to bed and I’ll show you what that cock is really for.
The Knock On The Door
I’m in love with a girl who barely knows I exist. Her name is Carmen. She has beautiful dark eyes and hair and lives in my apartment building. When I see her, all I can manage is a lame hello, then I hurry away in embarrassment. But at night, as I lay in bed, I think of her. In my fantasies, I’m cool, I’m suave, I say the right things. I wish she would come to my door, that she would come to me. I open my eyes and know something is wrong. This isn’t my room. I get out of bed and feel movement on my chest. Breasts! Big beautiful breasts! I look in a mirror and see , Carmen! I’m her! How is this possible? If I’m her, is she now me? I have to find out. I leave her apartment and head for my old one. As I climb the stairs, I can feel the sway of my womanly hips, the caress of my long hair on my shoulders and the jiggle of my breasts. The eroticism is not lost on me and I begin to feel aroused. If Carmen is in my body, I wonder what she is doing. Is she examining her new cock? Is she playing with it? Is it erect and hard? What will it feel like to me now? As I knock on the door, I realize my wish has come true. Carmen has just knocked on my door and is coming to me.
Whatre FriendFor
I’m not sure what happened. Well, I know what happened, I just don’t know why. I was at the depot waiting for the morning train to work when it happened. The crowd seemed to draw back from me and there stood an old lady. She pointed and screamed at me “You! You’ll pay for what you did!”, then she waved her hand and everything went black. When I came to, I was setting on a park bench, dazed and confused. I felt strange. Small in places. Large in others, my business suit seemed to drape over me. I wandered a bit, trying to clear my head until I saw my reflection in a store window. I was a woman! Then it came back to me. That old lady at the train depot. Had I some how done something to her? Was it mistaken identity or was she just crazy? Whatever the case , she had cast a spell or curse or something on me. I looked at my reflection again. I was beautiful. Tall, slender, blond hair all wrapped in a man’s baggy suit. But what to do now? I had little cash on me. I had my credit cards, but my ID was no good in this body. I couldn’t go home. There was no way security would let me in my apartment. Who would believe I was Joe Banks, 32 year old investment banker. Then it came to me, Peter! Peter Parker, my best friend. We had roomed together in college. We had partied and chased women together. If anyone would believe me, it would be Peter. To say Peter was dubious is an understatement. Wouldn’t you be if a crazy woman showed up on your door step, looking like an upscale bag lady, and says she was your best friend magically turned into a blond beauty?After much talking, begging and almost sobbing, Peter began to come around. After relating facts, only he and I would know, Peter was convinced. Seeing I was a wreck, he let me stay in his guest room for the night. The next morning, Peter offered to help me sort this mess out. He took me shopping for more appropriate clothes. He took me to dinner to keep my mind off my problems. I have always liked Peter and enjoyed his company, now I began to realize he was also a gentleman. He was funny and protective and I began to see him in a new light. We had just returned to his place from dinner when he handed me an envelope containing new ID and access to my bank accounts. I don’t know how he did it, but I was so happy I kissed him. Shocked, we stared at one another, then he kissed me. We went to bed together for the first time then. Peter was an amazing lover. Considerate, patient and passionate. He took me to places I never dreamed existed. By morning I was in love. The shower woke me. Peter came out dressed for work. He kissed me and said he needed to go to the office today. I just smiled and said I would be waiting. After he left, I looked around. Peter had been so nice to me, the least I could do would be to keep the house clean.
Whatre FriendFor
I’m not sure what happened. Well, I know what happened, I just don’t know why. I was at the depot waiting for the morning train to work when it happened. The crowd seemed to draw back from me and there stood an old lady. She pointed and screamed at me “You! You’ll pay for what you did!”, then she waved her hand and everything went black. When I came to, I was setting on a park bench, dazed and confused. I felt strange. Small in places. Large in others, my business suit seemed to drape over me. I wandered a bit, trying to clear my head until I saw my reflection in a store window. I was a woman! Then it came back to me. That old lady at the train depot. Had I some how done something to her? Was it mistaken identity or was she just crazy? Whatever the case , she had cast a spell or curse or something on me. I looked at my reflection again. I was beautiful. Tall, slender, blond hair all wrapped in a man’s baggy suit. But what to do now? I had little cash on me. I had my credit cards, but my ID was no good in this body. I couldn’t go home. There was no way security would let me in my apartment. Who would believe I was Joe Banks, 32 year old investment banker. Then it came to me, Peter! Peter Parker, my best friend. We had roomed together in college. We had partied and chased women together. If anyone would believe me, it would be Peter. To say Peter was dubious is an understatement. Wouldn’t you be if a crazy woman showed up on your door step, looking like an upscale bag lady, and says she was your best friend magically turned into a blond beauty?After much talking, begging and almost sobbing, Peter began to come around. After relating facts, only he and I would know, Peter was convinced. Seeing I was a wreck, he let me stay in his guest room for the night. The next morning, Peter offered to help me sort this mess out. He took me shopping for more appropriate clothes. He took me to dinner to keep my mind off my problems. I have always liked Peter and enjoyed his company, now I began to realize he was also a gentleman. He was funny and protective and I began to see him in a new light. We had just returned to his place from dinner when he handed me an envelope containing new ID and access to my bank accounts. I don’t know how he did it, but I was so happy I kissed him. Shocked, we stared at one another, then he kissed me. We went to bed together for the first time then. Peter was an amazing lover. Considerate, patient and passionate. He took me to places I never dreamed existed. By morning I was in love. The shower woke me. Peter came out dressed for work. He kissed me and said he needed to go to the office today. I just smiled and said I would be waiting. After he left, I looked around. Peter had been so nice to me, the least I could do would be to keep the house clean.
This One Will Do
The two beautiful women had just entered the front door of the elegant hotel where they stopped to survey the scene before them. The tall one pulled down the front of her red gown, exposing her generous breasts, then they slowly strolled through the lobby. As they approached, each man in his turn, stood and presented his cock for their inspection. Pausing at one particularly handsome and extremely well endowed young man, the woman turned to her companion and said, “I believe this one will do nicely Tina. Please be a dear and swap bodies with him. Then meet me in the penthouse”. Tina just smiled and said, “Yes, Mistress”. Tina then turned to the confused young man and said, “Don’t worry, I’m sure she will tire of you in 2 or 3 days. In the mean time, my body is really horny and I just know these other gentlemen will be more than happy to keep you occupied”.
Gone
Here you go Ms. Reynolds. This was taken on her wedding night as she serviced her new husband for the first time.
Don’t Challenge A Witch
Big, tough, manly men. Strutting around, talking smack, trying to be cool, hitting on every female in th place. You’re oh so easily bruised male egos not able to handle rejection. Any girl who could resist your charms must be a bitch or a dike, Right? When I told you that both of you together couldn’t handle me in bed. You just laughed. When I told you that you would both be my bitches in 10 minutes you got insulted and said prove it! Well I don’t hear any laughing now, tough guys. All I hear is two bitches moaning and squealing as I finger them to another orgasm. Yep, just two little girls begging to be fucked. Well, don’t fret girls, my brothers will be here soon to make real women out of you. They just love fucking horny little girls like you. Especially the one their little sister, the witch, brings home for them.