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Now I Remember

I had been visiting my ancestral homeland, Ireland, when I decided to take a walk to see the countryside. I was taking a path through some woods when, rounding a bend, I collided with a little man dressed all in green knocking causing him to drop what appeared to be a pot of gold. From the stories my grandmother had told me, I knew this had to be a leprechaun. I also remembered that if you found a leprechaun’s pot of gold he would grant you a wish to get it back. reacting quickly, I snatched the pot from the ground. The leprechaun stood up, brushed himself off and grinned at me. “Well laddie, it seems you have me gold and I will be guessing you’ll be wanting your wish for it’s return”. At my nod he said “Well wish away”. I thought a moment the said, “I wish for wealth, power and fame for the rest of my life”. The leprechaun grinned and said “Done!” I blacked out. When I came to, I was in a palace. I’m mean what else could it be. I had never seen such opulence. Suddenly a door opened and a man dressed in formal attire entered, bowed and said “They will be ready for you shortly, your majesty”. Majesty? Am I a king? I turned to a large mirror and there was a beautiful woman wearing a fine dress with neck and breasts bared. A mirror! I looked down and realized the woman in the mirror was me! I wasn’t a king, I was a queen, Well king or queen, I was obviously powerful and judging from this palace obviously loaded. Suddenly the door opened and four men entered. One bowed briefly and said “Madam Antoinette, as dictated by the revolutionary tribunal, your date with the guillotine is at hand. Come, you’re many subject are anxious to see their queen”. Queen? Antoinette? Guillotine? Oh Shit! That damn leprechaun had made me Marie Antoinette and I would be wealthy and powerful for the rest of my life. About 10 minutes. As we walked from the room, I remembered the moral of my grandmother’s stories. Be very cautious when dealing with leprechauns because they a very tricky and vengeful.

Seduction

Must hold out. Must not give in. Oooh, so seductive. Like butterfly wings across my skin. My soft woman’s skin. NO! Must Focus! I’m a Man! But did a man ever feel such tenderness. Such desire. Their fingers dance across my body. A body alien to me, yet one that’s becoming seductively familiar. A body that’s responding to the caresses in ways I’m unfamiliar with but am growing to love. They fondle my breasts and the tweaking of my nipples sends little jolts of pleasure to my crotch where a heat is building. OHHH, the heat! The caresses become more frantic. They encourage me to spread my legs. To let the heat escape. To welcome…NO! That’s what he wants! Look at him standing there all male and confident. He changed me into this week female and set his slave girls on me. Slaves who were once men like me or the man I used to be. Now I’m a woman like them. A woman who if she gives in, will be a slave to her desires, her lusts. Must Keep Legs Crossed! Look at him standing there all patient and confident. He knows I can’t hold out must longer. Hell, we both know it. Move over sisters. Give our Master room to take me so that I can be one of you.

I Know

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!

Shared Family

Dave and Susan had been friends since they were children. Then, near the end of high school, Dave had moved to another town and they lost touch. Several years later, while visiting his old town, Dave called Susan. Susan was now married to Frank but was excited to see her old friend and invited Dave over. While talking over old times, Susan got a mischievous gleam in her eye. Dave, do you remember how we used to play dress up when we were children? Would you like to play the ultimate dress up game? At Dave’s nod, Susan placed an old medallion around his neck. Then taking off her blouse, she touched it to the medallion. In moments, Dave was an exact copy of Susan right down to the tattoos on their backs. The two old friends then spent the afternoon playing dress up, doing their make up and generally acting like they did as children. They were having so much fun they forgot the time. As they stood hugging each other a door opened. It was Susan’s husband Frank. They exchanged glances. Then turned and both said in identical sexy voices, “Hi Frank”. Now Frank was stunned but he wasn’t an idiot either. He definitely new a good thing when he saw it. The night that followed was one of mind blowing sex. Frank turned out to be quite the stud and was able to completely satisfy his two wives. After Frank left for work the next morning, Dave tried to change back but the medallion wouldn’t work. It was several weeks before they discovered why. It seems that Susan was on the pill. While the medallion copied Susan’s physical body, the chemical nature of the contraceptive did not transfer. Dave was pregnant! It was decided that Dave would stay until the baby was born. Frank was excited to be a father and Susan was excited at the thought of having a baby in the house. By the time Dave’s daughter was born, he had come to love the little girl, Susan and Frank and did not want to change back or break up their happy family, Besides, Susan was pregnant now and would need help. Frank was happy to have two beautiful wives. The children were happy to have two loving mothers, And the two Susans were happy to share the work, their family and their stud of a husband. They lived happily ever after. One big happy family.

It’s My Turn Now

Paul and I go way back. We were friends in school then later in the army. I owe Paul for more than just his friendship though. More than I can ever repay actually. You see, Paul saved my life. Not once but twice. The first time was in high school when I would have drowned if Paul hadn’t been there for me. The second time was in Iraq when he pulled me from a burning Humvee. Since getting out of the army, life hasn’t always been kind to Paul. He’s such a nice guy that he lets women take advantage of him. I’ve wanted to help and now I can. I found a magic wishing coin and wished to become Paul’s ideal girl. Paul has taken care of me for years. Now it’s my turn to take care of Paul.

The Collar

The bastard tricked me. He tricked me into putting on this cursed dog collar that changed me into a submissive bitch. Yeah, so I was drunk at the time. That’s no excuse for what he did. Changing a dude into a chick as a joke is one thing, but he never planned to change me back. When he held the leash, I couldn’t refuse him anything. He ordered me not to remove the collar then he used me! God, hated him for it. He would parade me around, half naked in public, on that damn leash. I was so humiliated. Then there were the blow jobs. Always before and after sex. Sex whenever he felt like it. I planned my revenge a million times, but only in my mind. My body could only act as he commanded. Then came the accident. I really don’t remember it. We were in his car, there was a crash then, nothing. I woke in the hospital and I was a man again. The collar was gone. How did that happen? A doctor came to see me. He said I only had a slight concussion and could go, but my friend was in a coma. He then chuckled and said we had caused some confusion in the ER. The paramedics had reported they were bringing in a man and a woman, so everyone was surprised when two men were removed from the ambulance. Soon a nurse brought me clothes and a bag with my personal items. In the bag was the collar and leash. The paramedics must have removed it in the ambulance. When I got home, grass and weeds covered the yard. News papers were stacked on the porch. How long had he kept me as his slave girl? That’s another thing I owe him for. I hope the bastard recovers so I can have my revenge. Weeks pass. I keep up with his recovery, while at the same time planning and rejecting ever more diabolical acts of vengeance. Finally, I learn he has left the hospital and gone home. Now it’s my turn! There was shock in his eyes when he opened the door and saw the male me standing before him. I followed him in as he backed away from me. He looked weak and frail from the accident. There was terror on his face when I reached into the bag and removed the collar. I held it up before him, then buckled it around my own neck. As I changed, I handed my master the leash. His slave had come home.

Once to Often

Ever since Dave found the magic dildo, this had become a nightly ritual. Oh, Dave new the rules. Hold the magic dildo and temporarily turn into a woman. Cum using the magic dildo and become a woman forever. At first, Dave found the excitement of just being a woman enough. Then curiosity at the pleasures only a woman could have became an addiction. Oh, Dave knew the danger. This is why he only played in the tub. He would pleasure himself to the very edge of cumming then turn on the shower Counting on the shock of the cold water to drag him from the brink. But the magic was strong and seemed to resent being cheated. Now each time he changed, his body became a little more feminine, a little more busty, a little more sensitive. Soon he was needing the cold water almost as soon as he started. Dave’s frustration grew until one night he had a shattering orgasm at the dildo’s first touch. When she calmed down, Dave realized the magic dildo had vanished. She smiled to herself. Now she would experience the real thing.

That’s Just Wrong

Guys? What’s going on? Why is it so dark in here? Guys? Come on guys. I know you’re here. I can hear snickering. What’s so funny. Let me in on the Joke. Guys? Read more

Off To See The Wizard

I’ve always been lonely. Short, chunky, near sighted and shy. On top of all that I’m now going bald. Needless to say women find me singularly unattractive, The stereotypical looser. Well that’s about to change. After years of searching, I finally found a wizard who claims that for a fee, he can give me the body of my dreams through magic. I arrived at his shop and he took me to his office. He set me down and explained the procedure. First I would tell him what I wanted then he would make the changes. When I was satisfied, we would shake hands making all changes permanent. My dreams were about to come true at last. I said I want a handsome masculine body, 6′ 2″, brown hair, brown eyes and muscular. I want a charismatic personality that will make men want to befriend me and women want to be with me. And for all the sex I plan on having, I want enhanced sexual endowments. The wizard nodded and waved his hand. Instantly I had a beautiful feminine 5′ 4″ blond haired blue eyed body. Young, but not to young. My bubbly personality would make women want to befriend me and men want to possess me. And for all the sex I planned on having, these big tits and this wet pussy would attract men by the dozens. The wizard asked if I was satisfied. I just giggled and stuck out my hand for a shake. As I left the shop I couldn’t help being a bit bemused. After all my searching, I found the wizard in of all places, The Mall. In a little shop with a big sign that read “Spells R Us”