“Damn it, even in these heels I’m still short!” Eric cursed as his girlfriend Rebecca watched from the bed giggling. He used to be a foot taller than her 5’3″ frame, but one to many comments of “Looking good short stuff.” and she unleashed all her witchy powers, turning him into a girl well under five feet tall.
When I went to the fair and saw a sign for a tent which said `witch’ I decided to go in on a whim. Maybe there would be a girl in a sexy costume inside. When I stepped inside and saw a scraggly looking dude inside I started laughing. He asked me what was funny and I told him. Witches weren’t real, and I really thought they were supposed to be girls besides. He was pretty upset, and the next thing I knew, *POOF!* I was a girl!
“Oh! Fuck me, Master! FUCK ME! I can’t believe I wanted to start up a task force to bring you down. How could any man ever hope to challenge a god like you?”
“You know Tim, I first didn’t know what that witch meant when she gave me the spell and said ‘get into the position beneath him for a last time, you’ll enjoy it’ … but now I do” Emily said while is cheating ex was getting fucked from behind.
“It was already alot of fun seeing you change into that blonde little slut with perky tits, it was even more fun to see you react and scream in your girly girl voice claiming you were still the macho man Tim, but it’s priceless laying here, looking into your new face and waiting for the moment when the spell turns permanent.”
“What do you ..ummm, mm oohhhhhh, mean … ” Tim started to ask when he felt a warm liquid shooting inside his new vagina.
“Oh god, that moment was really priceless. I think you know now what that meant” Emily said laughing while getting up from the bed. “Have fun with your life … um, oh right, the witch said I can even pick your name when the spell is permanent. Well, you always made fun of my best friend because she had a stripper name in your opinion. Who knows, maybe you can actually use it after you gave birth to your baby boy in 9 months …. Misty.”
Don’t give me that look Dave. What did you think I’d do? Did you really think , just because we’ve friends for years, I’d let you screw me? Not hardly! Most men who tried pulling just half the stunt you did, I’d change and throw them to the dogs, figuratively speaking. But not you. Because of our friendship, I take this personally. So I’m going to personally fuck this wet new pussy of yours. Don’t worry about the ropes. After this, you’ll be spreading those legs for everything with a dick all on your own. Of course, I’ve heard the first time tends to imprint new girls like you. Who knows, maybe bondage will be your thing. Well you’re good and wet now. Look at me Dave! I want you to watch and remember who’s doing this to you. The next time you try to screw a friend, you can do it properly.
I came back to the club, fuming with anger looking for my sister. I saw her still sitting there in the booth, but she had a few guys around her.
Gwen laughed as she watched her former husband Chris frantically pull up his dress while teetering on four-inch heels. (What a cad, she thought.)
“You can’t mean that,” Oliver squeaked in his new body as he crouched on his hands and knees. “Oh, Caroline, no. It’s not permanent, is it?”
I’d wanted to cry and hide from the world after the shock of the genie and lamp vanishing and suddenly finding myself in this ridiculous, tiny, super slut body. I charged Brent when I heard him speak demanding my life and body back, but only able to let out a stream of sobs and little girl moans as I found myself balling like a baby instead of attacking.
Aaron and Mark went down to the bay for spring break. Like most guys in their early twenties, their motivation wasn’t swimming or soaking up the sun, but getting laid. They went to Aaron’s uncle’s little cabin on the bay and weren’t disappointed, it wasn’t far from a very popular beach. When they weren’t out flirting with chicks, they’d set up a telescope so they could keep a close eye on what they might be missing.