Everyone has misplaced a stare at least once in their lives. An attractive person can crop up at any time and, when they do, most of us can’t help but let our eyes linger just a little bit too long. The pupils dilate. The pulse quickens slightly. The world suddenly morphs into an intoxicating trap. We stare.
When you split up with a powerful witch, things can get messy. At least, that’s my experience with my ex. One month ago she discovered my messages with another woman, and the promises I’d made to “dump my bitch”. Yeah, bad call on my part.
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!
I hated my female my body when the greatshift struck. I was happy as a man and I was a serial womanizer. Sex is an important part of my life and I lived for it. When I learned that it is irreversible, I had to learn to accept my new body and new urges. Being a straight guy, I hated the empty space between my legs which lacks an equipment to masturbate or have sex with women. I felt handicapped. I tried to release my sexual frustrations every now and then but it’s not the same without my old male penis. I just wished for days that I could have something to stroke between my legs.
“What the hell are you looking at?” said John angrily as he turned to confront the young men staring at their asses.
“And it’s just for a few days?” John asked nervously.
“Something is wrong, Amy. I should have changed back by now,” said John huskily, as Amy continued to rub her hands across his supple body.
John looked up at his friend Rick’s face with pleading eyes, begging him not to ejaculate. Both of them knew that if he came in John’s mouth the change would be permanent.
John jumped a little as he felt the warm cum splatter against his back.
“Here, let me help you with that, ” said Kelly, as she helped Sam adjust his thong.