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Drive

One of the first things I learned about Julie was that she has a hyper-powered libido. While we were dating, it thrilled me. She’s super-hot, and we were having sex all the time in all sorts of places and positions. It was so exciting that I couldn’t help to propose to the woman out of sheer lust-fueled adoration. But now that we are bound by eternal matrimony, I can’t help feeling paranoid about her insatiable need for sex.
I’ve been especially concerned about the office where Julie works. She’s the only woman in a department full of intelligent, strong, handsome, and ambitious men. No straight male could ever resist a woman as hot as my wife. And knowing how much my wife craved sex, how could she resist such an alluring opportunities that surrounded her all day long? Of course, whenever I confronted Julie about it, she would deny any impropriety, instead asking why I was so obsessed with the men in her office. We were still having plenty of sex, so there was no reason I should have been concerned, but I couldn’t help my paranoia. Months of anguished wondering finally drove me to desperate measures.
After a few mishaps in college, I had given up all magical endeavors, but I dusted off my spell book to get to the bottom of my concerns. One simple possession spell, and I was able to experience a day in my wife’s fashionable high heels.
It was a bit weird at first, being in my Julie’s body. I had never possessed a woman before. It was challenging enough to figure out the complexities of a bra or pantyhose, but there was the added challenge of becoming accustomed to new anatomy. Having breasts is so much more complicated and distracting than I ever could have imagined, especially when their as sensitive as Julie’s. I get a little thrill of arousal just adjusting my bra. And arousal is another thing that’s VERY different. Instead of focused pleasure asserting itself in my groin, the warmth that starts between my legs soon spreads, tingling in every nerve of my body. It’s gotten more and more intense all day, and it gets worse every time I catch a whiff of someone’s cologne or hear the rough timber of a man’s deep voice. In my wife’s smaller body, they all seem even more powerful and attractive. I can just imagine how good it would feel to have their strong hand squeezing and caressing this sensitive body. I can feel moisture gushing in my Julie’s pussy just thinking about it. It’s so distracting!
Obviously someone with a sex drive as intense as Julie’s can’t help getting turned on in an office like this. After six hours, even the plainer looking guys seem like they would be fun to play around with. The only trouble is, none of them have approached me all day. There hasn’t been the slightest flirtation or hint of familiarity, not even a subtle hint at any sort of sexual misconduct. It’s so unthinkable that I even started putting myself out there. I loosened the buttons on my blouse (I mean, my wife’s blouse), I dropped things intentionally so that I could bend over and stick my ass in the air as I picked them up, and I even followed guys into the supply closet, squeezing around them so that my juicy tits would press up against their hard bodies.
Still nothing. Maybe Julie has been telling me the truth all this time and she’s really not having an affair with anyone. But with all of my messing around, I’ve gotten her body insanely worked up. I just have to make it a couple more hours until the workday is done and I can go home to break the spell, but I’m so horny that if I stay in this body much longer, I may do something unthinkable. I know I want to be faithful to Julie, but if I am Julie… No, this is crazy. I just can’t think right. Maybe if I play with myself a little, I can take the edge off and clear my head. Oh god it feels good to touch myself. And it’s even hotter to do it with all these men so close. I wonder how many times I can orgasm before 5:00. Or maybe someone will notice and finally offer to drive his cock up my pussy give me a good fucking. Mmmmm yes. That’s just what I need . . .

Watch My Back

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I’ve been hiding in my room for over an hour now. But can you blame me? I was a stone cold stud – 6’3″ of solid muscle and 10″ of throbbing cock, not to mention a record setting decathlete – a real ladies man. My college track and field team is at a tournament in Florida. The beachfront hotel we’re staying at is full of babes from all over the country, and they’re all running around in the skimpiest, sexiest swimsuits imaginable. I had been hitting on every girl with good figure hoping to score with a girl from every school here. Sure, I hadn’t actually slept with any of them yet, one of them even told me to watch my back, but I know I was getting close to sealing the deal with a few. Then a little while ago, everything got hazy, like I had too much to drink. I just barely had time to get back to my room before everything went dark.
When I woke up, it was in a completely unrecognizable body. The biggest difference? It was female! All my hard earned muscle had evaporated, and I wobbled on the new, sinuous legs as I got off the bed. I could feel strange parts of my body jiggling as I moved, and the world seemed distorted from my new perspective, a foot lower than my old height. Oddest of all was the absence in my crotch of the significant weight that had always swung between my legs. Instead, there was a cool void, an emptiness made to be filled. I nearly vomited at the thought.
Finally, I made it to a mirror and saw the new form I’ve taken. Put simply, I’ve been turned into a knockout, a wet dream, a living embodiment of sex. My body is all curves wrapped in a smooth, creamy complexion. I’ve got tits as round as a grapefruit and an ass built for backing up. My dark hair has grown out in long, silky waves around an angelic face – or is it devilish? These large, dark eyes, full lips are too enticing for anyone to resist. And there at my groin is the irrefutable mark of womanhood: a vagina. I’m better looking than the most beautiful woman I ever could have imagined. And that’s exactly what makes this so incredibly embarrassing!
That’s why I’ve been hiding here. I’m supposed to be a stud! Out there seducing women that look this hot and making them moan with pleasure. I tried to cover up this body and that humiliating pussy as fast as I could, but for some reason, the only clothing in my hotel room was a strappy black swimsuit a pair of heels and some jewelry. Without any other option, I put on the bikini, though its difficulty was insanely disproportionate to its size. Unfortunately, I almost looked sexier with the miniscule fabric emphasizing my new assets. Only then did I realize there was a standard hotel bathrobe in the room that I could use to cover up. Wrapped in white cotton over the sexy swimwear, I’ve been trying to understand what happened, arriving at one simple conclusion: someone did this to me. Probably that bitch who threatened me. I don’t know how, but she did this. She was an ugly waste of time anyway. She’s probably a dyke who couldn’t handle a real man anyway, so she’s trying to get rid of me. I should give her a piece of my mind.
Of course, that would mean leaving the room. Someone might see me looking like this. Although it’s not like anyone would recognize me with how much I’ve changed. They’d be too distracted by my looks to even consider I might be anything but another hot chick enjoying a trip to the beach. Come to think of it, I’m even hotter than a lot of the girls here. I’ve certainly got more curves than all those athletes. Guys would give their right nut to grab an ass like this or to stick their face between these beautiful tits, let alone have the chance to get a suck or fuck from me. Why should I be so nervous about going out? I’m a goddess!
I put on the heels, added some bling, and set out. With each step outside of my room, I can feel my confidence growing. I start to put a little swing in my step, and feel a thrill of pleasure. I like being this sexy. What was I thinking covering up such a beautiful figure? I throw the bathrobe aside and feel the pleasure increase. Not just pleasure – arousal! Suddenly this body starts to feel natural. It feels like home. It’s MY body. My firm succulent breasts and my sweet, bouncing ass. It’s my beautiful pink pussy, and guys will be begging to enter it. I bet every girl here will be jealous of me, even that loser who transformed me. She thought she could embarrass me? Well, that was her mistake. I’ll show her what a REAL woman looks like, how a REAL woman acts. There are so many hot, muscular guys here, and I’ll make sure that every one of them comes begging to fuck me. Then all I have to do is take their hot, iron rods in every opening I’ve got.
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A short while later, there was a huge commotion on the hotel’s section of the beach. A beautiful young woman no one had ever seen before was sunbathing topless and giving out her room number to any well-built stud with balls enough to ask. A few even got spontaneous blowjobs right there on the spot. Not far away, a group of girls was watching these events unfold with extreme satisfaction. After a number of them had been harassed by a cocky meathead, they had conspired to transform him into his own fantasy woman. It eliminated one pest and distracted plenty of others. An added bonus was that their trick also removed a serious athlete from the competition. It was just the advantage needed for the team from Spellcraft State University to win the tournament.

Symptoms 2: Feeling All Better

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I used to get teased a lot for being a male nurse. Sure, it’s a traditionally female job, but there are more and more men in the profession. And why not? For one thing, it pays pretty well, and you get four days off a week. Furthermore, every now and then they need some real muscle in the hospital. It’s also nice that most of your co-workers are female, providing plenty of hook-up options. And once and a while you get to take care of some smoking hot chicks dressed in nothing but a paper gown.
One day, as soon as I showed up to work, I could hear someone moaning. This wasn’t moaning in pain, mind you. This was the husky, desperate cry of a woman experiencing pleasure. I got hard immediately and tracked the sound to a room at the end of the hall. The patient wasn’t assigned to me, but as soon as I saw her, I didn’t care. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and she was furiously shoving three fingers deep into her pussy, bucking her hips wildly on the bed. I quickly entered the room and closed the door behind me. Before I could even introduce myself as her nurse, she was stripping off my hospital scrubs. She bent over the bed, sticking out a perfect bubble butt, and I took her from behind thrusting like mad until we both screamed in pleasure. It was the craziest thing I had ever done at work and the greatest sex I had ever had.
But I should have checked the patient’s chart first. It turns out that the bombshell I couldn’t help but screw had been admitted to the hospital as a man the day before. Some as yet unidentified malady had transformed him into the busty little nymphomaniac who had fucked me silly. And as I was soon to find out, the compound that had transformed her was still active in her fluids when we had sex. Halfway through my shift, I started to feel feverish. Mid-afternoon, I passed out at the nurse’s station. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed myself, dressed in one of those silly paper gowns. Every part of my body hurt. My muscles felt like mush, my bones felt like fire. My skin felt like it was stretched too far. I started screaming in a hoarse, unrecognizable tone. But in the midst of all the pain, there was one agony that loomed at the front of my mind. I was horny.
I reached down to my crotch so that I could rub my cock and maybe achieve some pleasure to alleviate my misery. Instead, my fingers slipped right into a hot, wet slit. A wave of pleasure rose up inside me, and as I began pumping my fingers in and out, it simply grew larger. There was a tingling in my chest as the skin stretched around swelling breasts. When I experimentally stroked a stiff nipple the pleasure crashed over me, wiping away all pain as I cried out in a sexy alto, “Oh fuck YES!” No wonder that patient had been so obsessed with sex in her female body. My first orgasm as a woman was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced, and I had to have more.
Of course, when the details of what I had done came out, I was discharged from my job. Consequently, I no longer had insurance and was promptly discharged from the hospital as well. Having been fired for scandalous behavior and with no proper ID and an intense craving for sex, there seemed to be only one logical option for me to pursue. I still get paid for making people feel all better, but my friends no longer make fun of me for my job. These days, they get downright excited when I dress – or should I say UNDRESS – as a nurse.

True Happiness

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What is true happiness? I picked on odd time to start getting philosophical. There’s a man on the just outside of this bathroom waiting to fuck my brains out, and I’m so wet that I’m already leaking through my panties. But after all that I’ve gone through I can’t help but feel a little trepidation.
They say the grass is always greener on the other side, that the secret to happiness is just learning to be content with what you have. And I tried – I really did. For years and years, I tried to accept the fact that I was born a man and be content. For all I learned about ways to present transgendered, to use hormone replacement therapy, even to surgically modify a body. I heard stories about people who completely changed their lives. But I was convinced that none of it could truly make me happy if I wasn’t happy with myself as I was.
So what am I doing here, face perfectly made up, curves encased in sexy lingerie, and libido coursing, getting ready for this stranger to make a woman out of me? It was a moment of weakness. I didn’t think the wishing ring I found in that old pawn shop would really work, but that sliver of discontent in my heart made me impulsive. After years of working to accept my masculinity, I tried to seize the easy way out. One wish, the shopkeeper had warned me, that’s all you get. I knew exactly what I wanted.
There was silence, stillness. My heart was beating almost as hard as it is now. You can’t imagine my thrill when an electrical jolt charged through my blood stream. Trembling and panting, I rushed to the full length mirror in my bedroom. There, I watched as the hard male traits I had struggled so long to accept dissolved into soft, feminine curves. My whole body shrank slightly, my waist pinched in as hips and ass flared out. With each gasping breath, the flesh on my chest budded, swelled, and ballooned into generous breasts. The hair I had always kept buzzed grew in long blonde rivers. And my penis, the organ I had always believed I would have to embrace to be happy, disappeared inside my body as a brand new vagina formed. My vagina. I was a woman.
In the delirium of that moment, I got carried away. Miraculously, all my clothes had been transformed as well. I hurriedly got dressed in the sexiest outfit I could find and hit the town. A few hours later, and here I am, about to make my wish complete with an action I had always believed would fulfill me, but had never pursued until now. Can you blame me for hesitating? Maybe the thing I thought I always wanted won’t be so great after all. Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe I’ve given up my entire life to only be more miserable than ever. Or maybe . . . maybe, I’ll be happier than I’ve ever thought possible. I think it’s time to find out.