"Want to play Girly Chicken?"
I blinked and stared at Evan, totally confused. Evan was my childhood friend and current roommate. Both of us were students at the Tiresias College for Mages. He was a pretty tall guy, skinny as a rail, with a fairly androgynous face. And if we're being honest, a fairly androgynous voice too. As for me? Well, I'm... average. Black hair, blue eyes. A couple inches shorter than Evan. Not skinny but not fat. Like I said, average. Oh, and my name is Jason.
"Girly Chicken? What?" I asked. Evan was not acting like his usual confidant self. In fact, he was looking downright bashful. He was staring at the floor, looking nervous.
"It's a game where you... um..." Now he was fidgeting, his hands balling up the hem of his T-shirt. "Slowly transform each other into a girl!" He finally blurted out. "And the first one to say uncle loses."
Now it was my turn to look nervous. It sounded totally embarrassing! And yet, now that Evan had brought it up, something in me wanted to try it. I mean, what harm could there be? It just seemed fun. I couldn't help but start to imagine what kind of girl I would turn Evan into…
"Okay," I said slowly. "Let's do it." Evan's eyes lit up, and a huge smile broke over his face for a moment, before hastily recomposing it into an expression of aloof confidence. I suppressed a laugh at his barely contained enthusiasm.
***
Twenty minutes later, we were sitting on the floor, cross-legged, in the middle of a large transformation rune that Evan had whipped up. He had a natural gift for rune-carving, which was very convenient for this. It would make what we were about to do a lot less taxing.
"So, um... who should go first?" Evan was fidgeting again.
"Oh, you can go first, I don't mind." I saw a strange look come into his eyes for a second, but then it was gone.
"Ha! Awfully brave of you. Let's see how you feel when your body starts becoming more and more effeminate!" He said with a cocky smile on his face.
I clapped my hands together. "Well, lay it on me then!"
Evan shut his eyes and the rune on the floor glowed. I swallowed nervously as his magic began to penetrate my body. This was the first time I'd ever been transformed, and I wondered how it would feel to have my body being warped and changed. The magic felt pleasantly tingly as it inched up my skin. It reminded me of the way my ex-girlfriend used to blow gently on my neck right before we got intimate.
The magic finally stopped at my throat. I felt a delicate finger press against my Adam's apple, and then it started to shrink away into nothingness. After wondering briefly if that would be the only thing to change, I felt my throat shifting. I couldn't tell what was exactly going on in there, but I had a pretty good idea.
Then the glow receded, the magic faded, and I was left with a transformed larynx. "Well, I-" My eyes widened as I heard my changed voice for the first time. It was high, perky and cute. It reminded me of an enthusiastic cheerleader, the kind of girl that Evan always swooned for. I blushed at that thought, and at the eager grin my friend had on his face. He didn't even bother trying to hide it this time. I put my hands on my hips and glared at him. "Oh, I'm starting to see where you're going with this! Well, now it's my turn!"
I focused on the rune and closed my eyes. It took me a few seconds to decide what I was going to do to him. I heard a sharp intake of breath as the magic started to crawl up his skin, all the way to his head. I had always liked dark haired girls. So sexy and mysterious! So that's what I was going to give him. I opened my eyes and watched as his hair grew longer from the pixie cut he usually wore and darkened from its usual dirty blonde. It reached his shoulders and grew longer still, until it was at the small of his back.
I giggled as he grabbed a handful of his new, jet-black hair, then immediately blushed at the unambiguously feminine sound that came out of my mouth. "Alright, are you ready for round two?" I asked quickly.
He nodded eagerly, clearly loving every minute of our little 'game'. The rune glowed again. Within moments, his magic was surging through me. It was much faster this time. There was something slightly different about it, an extra tingle as it moved over my skin. I waited to see where it would stop, what it would focus on, but it just went to the top of my head and dissipated.
I looked over at Evan and tilted my head quizzically. What had he changed? He laughed, enjoying my confusion.
"Well, are you going to tell me or not?" I asked, and I couldn't help but pout, which only made him laugh even harder.
"Oh no, this is way too much fun. You'll figure it out eventually."
I sighed. Well, I might as well make it easier on myself at least. My specialty was illusion magic, and I had something up my sleeve that would be quite useful in this situation. I focused for a moment. A second later we were surrounded on five sides by Ephemeral Mirrors. Completely insubstantial, but perfect for reflecting light. I turned aside and stared into one, trying to figure out what had changed.
"Ah!" I reached up to rub my face. It was completely smooth- not a hint of stubble. I remembered the magic had felt different on my skin this time, and so I reached up under my shirt to see if my chest hair was still there. Sure enough, it was gone without a trace. Then I couldn't help but wonder: had he removed the hair from my ENTIRE body? With a sense of foreboding, I pulled my waistband out a little and turned beet red at the sight of my completely smooth crotch.
"Did you really have to shave my balls?" I asked petulantly through Evan's laughter.
"All's fair in love and Girly Chicken!" He said, still laughing.
"Well, in that case..." I fired up my magic and concentrated. In my mind's eye, I imagined what I was going to do to Evan next. This time, I didn't bother transforming his body. Instead, I focused on his jeans. They started to shrink down, smaller and smaller. The color and fabric changed as well, becoming black stretchy spandex. Soon his jeans had been reduced to a pair of tight women's bike shorts. I smirked at the look of discomfort on his face.
He grumbled as he shifted his weight around to try and find a more comfortable position. It didn't look like he was having much success though. Finally, he sighed and turned his attention back to me.
"So we're doing clothes now, is that it? Well, two can play at that game."
I gulped, wondering what he was planning. I didn't feel any magic working on my body as the rune flared, confirming that he was changing my clothes as well. To my surprise, I felt my sweatpants start to creep up my legs. He was doing the same thing I did! Or was he? The gray fabric of the sweatpants was becoming white, not black, and it wasn't getting tighter. Instead, the legs seemed to merge together, while the material in the middle completely disappeared. He was putting me in a skirt! I watched as it got smaller and smaller, then became pleated. By the time it stopped, it barely came over my butt!
"Really? A miniskirt?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest.
"Why not? All the better to show off those sexy smooth legs of yours." His voice practically dripped with innuendo.
My ears burned bright red at his words. But no! I had to stay strong! I'm not going to be the one who gives up. I shook my head and returned to the task at hand. What to do next? I grinned as an idea popped into my mind. To be honest, I’d always had a thing for strong girls. For a long time I’d nursed an idle fantasy of meeting the eyes of a cute girl at the gym, feeling a spark between us, followed by her shoving me against the wall and having her way with me.
I focused, and soon Evan was changing again. It was time to fill out those tight shorts! I watched avidly as his butt plumped up, growing larger and swelling with muscle. It was looking so.. so... sexy! I felt a familiar stirring between my legs as I stared at the tight ass that I had just given Evan. Oh fuck, I was getting turned on by my best friend's ass!
I shook my head as Evan craned his neck to try and get a look at his most recent change. I had to get this under control. With the tiny miniskirt I was wearing now, my arousal would be obvious if it got out of hand.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked with a giggle as Evan moved from merely looking at his new butt to groping it. He quickly composed himself and returned to the task at hand.
"I guess we're finally kicking this into high gear, huh?" He said, with a devilish gleam in his eye.
I gulped. What was he planning to do to my poor body next? I didn't get much of a chance to worry about it though, as he immediately started casting his spell. I knew instantly that something very different was happening. The magic was much more intense than anything that had happened so far. It felt like I was being squeezed on all sides by hundreds of hands. I was getting smaller! Evan was shrinking me! And despite what one might expect, it wasn't painful at all. It was more like a vigorous massage than anything else.
The pressure lasted a few more seconds before it finally ceased. My head snapped to the closest mirror to inspect the damage. I had expected some change to my body proportions, but all that had changed was my size. It was hard to get an accurate read on how much I had shrunk, but I guessed that it was about six to eight inches. Luckily, Evan had the foresight to shrink my clothes with me, otherwise I'd be falling out of my miniskirt.
Evan was grinning smugly. He had always been slightly taller, but he'd probably tower over me right now if we stood up. Well, this wasn't the time to worry about that. I had to think up something equally impressive!
I clapped my hands together. Well, since I had just transformed Evans butt, I should move on to something close by... I know! I cast my spell, and soon the magic was flowing through him, focusing on his legs. They slowly changed shape, becoming smooth and toned. My thing for athletic girls was obviously coming through with my transformation spells. I felt another twinge of arousal as I stared at those thick thighs.
"You know, the name of this game is GIRLY Chicken," Evan said teasingly, snapping me out of my reverie. "I'm starting to think you just want to make me manlier!"
I put my hands on my hips and pouted. "Hey, girls can have muscles too!"
"Oh, is that what you like in a woman? Big tits and big guns?" He teased, flexing his skinny arm.
I fidgeted uncomfortably, trying not to make eye contact. He was absolutely correct though. At this rate, I could end up turning him into a total amazon! I needed to control my desires!
Evan didn't waste any time casting his next spell. He seemed to be getting more and more sure of himself as the game went on. Once again, the magic traveled all the way up my body, then started molding my face. Oh, fuck! Was he really going to give me a new face? I mean, obviously it had to happen eventually, but the thought of looking in the mirror and seeing a girl stare back at me filled me with panic. And... maybe anticipation? No, it was definitely just panic.
It was hard to tell what was happening just by the sensations alone. My lips, cheeks, nose and chin were being molded like putty. Then, it stopped. The first thing I noticed was Evan's face. He had a look of undisguised lust in his eyes.
I shut my eyes and spun around. I wanted to take this in all at once. My heart beat faster and faster as I tried to work up the courage to open my eyes. When I finally did, I gasped aloud. The face that looked back at me was beautiful, in that understated girl next door sort of way. Lips just ever so slightly puffy, to form a perfect sexy pout. Brown eyes framed by long lashes, soft eyebrows, and a pert nose. Cheekbones sculpted perfectly, giving that wholesome yet sensual look. I looked like I was about to give my prom queen acceptance speech!
It took me about five minutes to get over my new face, and when I turned around, I was greeted with another shock. Evan was still sitting there, staring at me avidly. But something was different. The tight black biker shorts that I'd given him were straining with an obvious erection.
I turned away, my face bright red. I spent several uncomfortable moments trying not to look at Evan's reflection in the mirrors surrounding us. It seemed like the tension might stretch on forever, until Evan spoke to me in a clear, serious voice.
"Jason."
"Um, yes?" I replied, still looking away
"Look at me, Jason." I turned toward him, despite myself. Evan always seemed to have an air of command.
"Let's be real here. If we keep going like this, both of us are going to get... turned on." He said.
I nodded, but said nothing.
"Sooo, we shouldn't be embarrassed about something that only happens because we're playing Girly Chicken, right? I mean, it's perfectly natural for two straight guys slowly turning each other into girls to get aroused by each other, right?" He continued.
An embarrassed smile broke across my face.
"So let's go ahead and admit it then." He said, clearly and unashamedly. "I am totally fucking horny right now, aren't you?"
My cock twitched underneath my skirt, as if answering his question. "Yes. Yes I am," I admitted bashfully. The mutual admission caused us both to laugh. For a moment, everything was normal; just friends goofing around.
"I guess it's my turn, then?" I didn't bother waiting for a response, and just launched myself into it. Without realizing, I had settled into a pattern where I moved from one body part to another close by. So naturally, the next logical step was hips. They slowly widened, combining with Even's changed legs and butt to create a wonderfully toned lower body. I leaned over to stare at his reflection in the mirror, mesmerized. God, I loved muscles!
"Thirsty, are we?" Evan taunted softly, pulling me back to reality.
"You're one to talk!" I said, sticking my tongue out at him.
He flashed me his mischievous grin before getting back to the game. I felt the familiar tingle of magic crest over my body until it reached my head and started to pour into my scalp. My hair started to cascade over my shoulders and back, longer and longer, until it was tickling my butt. I could see in the mirror that it was lightening as well, from my natural black to the honey blonde that Evan loved so much on girls. Once again, I couldn't resist staring at my own reflection. Other than my boyish figure and the rigid cock that was currently tenting my skirt, no one would think I was a man!
"You really seem to be enjoying this!" Evan said, after another few minutes of silence passed. "With every transformation, you stop to admire the new features." He laughed playfully.
"Well you know, it's pretty amazing seeing my body transform in front of me..." I mumbled shyly.
"And don't forget about the new slutty clothing you're also getting to enjoy." He winked slyly, causing me to blush even deeper. "Admit it. You're not even thinking about giving up anymore, are you? You want to change completely. To become my sexy little wet dream."
Every word of his made my cock throb harder and harder, until finally it was poking out from until my skirt, in full view of Evan. Before long, I was panting, unable to contain myself anymore. Fuck, I was so turned on right now. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the spells I was supposed to be casting, and Evan was looking quite smug as he watched the rune flicker uncertainly. But I did manage to get my spell off.
Evan winced as he felt his waist cinch up slightly underneath his shirt. That was followed by a grunt as his normally skinny stomach swelled with muscle. I stared at what must surely be a very sexy six pack of abs and licked my lips.
"You want to see what's under here, don't you?" Evan said, his finger hooked under his shirt. I nodded eagerly. He raised his finger ever so slightly, letting me see the barest sliver of tan skin, before letting it drop. I let out a girly little whimper of disappointment, and Evan giggled. "Sorry babe, I’ve got to save something for later."
"You are such a fucking cocktease!" I whined petulantly, crossing my arms and pouting.
"Aw, is that thick, hard cock between your legs bothering you? Maybe I should help you with that problem." Evan smiled wickedly.
I barely got a chance to process what he said before his next spell overtook me. "Ahn~" I moaned for the first time with my new voice as I felt my cock teased and stroked by his magic. It was shrinking! My cock was shrinking! Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed as it grew smaller and shorter. My testes were shrinking too, pressing tightly to my body. I could feel something strange happening to my briefs as well; it seemed like they were wedging themselves into my ass. But that barely registered compared to the erotic sensations running up and down my rapidly diminishing penis. All of a sudden, the magic ceased. I pitched forward and braced myself with my hands.
The first thing I noticed was that despite Evan's spell, I still had a cock dangling between my legs. For some reason, it felt like it was completely exposed to the air. Abandoning all modesty, I got off the ground and flipped up my skirt to inspect the damage. Sure enough, it was still there, albeit much smaller. It was hanging free, framed by a pair of white crotchless panties. And by the distinct flossing sensation I felt between my butt cheeks, I suspected it was a thong as well.
A part of me realized that I should be horrified by this. I was being slowly emasculated, and this was the most humiliating change yet. Yet, instead of feeling revolted or ashamed, there was this indescribable thrill coursing through my veins. A sexual buzz like never before washed over me, making me want to tear off my clothes and do dirty things with someone. Or everyone. My tiny cock bounced lightly beneath its silky fabric prison, begging to be touched. Just looking at it sent shivers down my spine. It was almost painful how badly I wanted to touch it, fondle it, stroke it... Shit! There were so many lewd thoughts rushing through my mind that I hardly knew which way was up.
"A cute little cock for a cute little boi!" Evan said suddenly, causing me to jump. He was leering shamelessly at my teeny penis. Somehow, this made me even hornier. I bit my lip, fighting against the urge to grab hold of my dick and jerk it. Instead, I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. It was my turn, and I couldn't afford to be any more distracted than I already was.
I continued my trek upwards across Evan's body, which meant his chest, which rhymes with breasts, which is exactly what I was giving him. I felt a twinge of pride as he moaned when his pecs started inflating into boobs. He was fondling them unashamedly as they swelled under his fingers, bigger and bigger, until they were big enough to fill up his hand entirely.
"Fuck, these feel good!" Evan exclaimed happily. As his tits filled out, his nipples became erect and poked proudly through the fabric of his shirt. Seeing how much he was enjoying them, I started to imagine what it would be like to have a pair of my own to play with. Even giggled as he watched me unconsciously rub one of my nipples.
"Trust me, it's a lot more fun with proper breasts," He said with a wink. "Don't worry though, you'll get yours soon enough." And with that, he launched into his next spell.
It was impossible to hide the disappointment on my face when I realized that he was changing my clothes this time, and not my body. I felt a tickling on my feet, and looked down just in time to see my socks vanish out of existence. My shoes started to transform before my eyes, the fabric on top melting away, until all that was left were a few white straps. The straps then covered themselves with rhinestones. This combined with the fact that we were surrounded by mirrors sent rainbows shooting all over the place. I felt some pressure on my soles as the bottoms reshaped. I wasn't remotely surprised when the heels started growing, though my eyes widened as they grew to about 4 inches. Lastly, I felt a smooth stroking on my toes as he painted them a bright cherry red.
I felt compelled to stand up, just to see what it was like to wear heels. Unsurprisingly, it took a little bit to steady myself. Evan had to break me out of admiring how my legs looked in the mirror with a quip of "My little narcissist! It's your turn."
I huffed cutely. I felt a bit more in control of myself this time, so the spell should go more smoothly. Evan had been absolutely right when said I loved 'big tits and big guns' on a woman, and my cock twitched in anticipation as his arms started to change. I bit my lip as I watched his biceps bulge, imagining what it would be like to be held in those big strong arms... The change continued down his forearms, then to his hands and fingers. I decided to try that thing where the nails poke out a little bit past the fingers turn white. Impractical, sure, but very sexy.
Evan giggled as he spread his fingers out to examine his new nails. "These are hot, but they might get in the way later," He said with a wink. I tilted my head, confused, which elicited another giggle. "Oh hon, I have so much to teach you after we're finished." With that, Evan started with his next spell.
The first thing I noticed was a familiar stroking on my fingernails, which were being painted the same cherry red as my toenails had been. But that wasn't the only thing changing color. I also felt something smooth roll over my lips, which I realized must be lipstick. Then I felt something like a soft brush delicately tickle my cheeks. This was followed by my eyelids being forcibly closed and what I could only assume was some kind of eye makeup. Mascara? Is that what it was called? Then it was followed by my eyelids being pulled back open so that my eyelashes could be played with. And just like that, it was over.
You might be surprised to learn that the first thing I did after that was whip my head around and stare at my reflection in the nearest mirror. Or you might not be. But you definitely won't be surprised that my lips were painted a bright red to match my nails. There was also a light dusting of reddish stuff on my cheeks. My eyes were rimmed with black liner, and my lids... Well, I couldn't really tell what had happened to my lids. They looked... smokier? I guess? And my eyebrows, which I hadn't even realized that Evan had changed, had a more sculpted look to them. Not that they were very noticeable in the first place, with my newly natural blonde hair. As I surveyed my expertly applied makeup, I started to wonder... Has Evan done this before?
I looked over at him. He was surveying his handiwork with satisfaction. No, it was more than that. It was pride. His smile told me everything. He HAD done this before!
"Evan," I asked, "How many times have you done this?"
"What, you mean play Girly Chicken? Well, I've-"
"No," I said, cutting him off, "How many times have you applied makeup before?"
For the first time that night, Evan looked rattled. "Uh..." He paused briefly. "...Um. Once or twice, I think..."
"Bullshit! This is not the job of a rank amateur fucking around with eyeliner for the first time," I shot back triumphantly, indicating my face. "Even I can tell that."
"Ok, fine! I've been turning into a girl at least once a week, every week, since freshman year of high school!" A blush spread over his face. I think this was the first time that I had ever seen him blush, but that was nothing compared to my reaction. My mouth dropped open in shock. I'd had no idea, despite the fact that we'd know each other since we were practically in diapers. How in the hell had I missed this? But more importantly…
"That hardly seems fair! There's no way for me to win if you've been doing this for the past seven years!" I put my hands on my hips and pouted.
Evan stared at me for a moment, then burst out laughing. I saw a few tears of relief in his eyes as well. "I never said the game would be fair, did I?" He said after he'd calmed down a bit. "Well, anyway... I guess what's next is up to you. You can give up and turn back or we can... play to a draw."
My heart started pounding in my chest, and my cute little cock throbbed happily between my legs. This is it. I'm really going to turn into a girl. I didn't even consider surrendering, a fact that completely escaped me at the time. The only thing I was thinking about was what it would be like to have a pussy between my legs instead of a penis. To feel a pair of breasts on my chest. And what it would be like to have sex as a woman.... I started to imagine Evan and I, our transformed bodies entwined, making love 'til morning…
My hand was about to touch my sex when Evan coughed, bringing me back to reality. "I take it you're not planning on giving up?" He asked teasingly, grinning from ear to ear. I shook my head and smiled back at him.
I decided to change his shirt next. I wanted to see those gorgeous abs, damn it! First, his T-shirt began to compress, until it was completely skin-tight. At that point, I was so distracted by the impression his tummy made against the fabric that I nearly lost control of the spell. I somehow managed to restrain my raging hormones long enough to finish the transformation into a sports bra. Of course, since I was so entranced by the bare skin being revealed by the shrinking cloth, it happened agonizingly slowly. My own lust was edging me into a frenzy! The fabric of the changing shirt darkened and became more stretchy, until it was black spandex to match his tight shorts. The sleeves receded, exposing his upper arms and shoulders.
For the first time, I got a complete look at Evan's new form, and HOLY FUCK was I smitten. From the neck down he had the body of a gorgeous fitness model, toned but not ripped. I had sculpted him into my perfect fantasy lover, and by the massive erection that was straining against the tight biker shorts that I'd given him, I was well on the way to becoming his.
I had crawled halfway over to him in order to stroke those newly exposed abs of his, only to be snapped out of it by a soft finger under my chin. Evan delicately lifted my head and said, "Let's wait until we're finished, ok babe?" The gentle way he commanded me sent another spasm of desire through my body, and I moved back to await my next change.
I felt a tickling on my tummy as my own shirt began to recede. I couldn't help but giggle as the fabric slid upwards, exposing my belly to the air. Much like Evan, my sleeves disappeared as well. Unlike Evan, my shirt was turning white instead of black, and soon I was wearing a sexy little crop top with plenty of exposed midriff. Then I felt a gentle pressure slowly trace across my chest, and I realized that Evan was writing something. "I... can't... think... straight," I read out loud. The last word was written in rainbow lettering.
"That's right babe," Evan said, his voice low and seductive. "You're turning so fucking gay... I bet you can't imagine doing anything with that cock now, can you? Except stroking yourself off while you imagine burying your face in my sopping wet cunt."
I let out a little squeal of delight as he spoke. Before today, I had no idea it was possible to get so hot from words alone. The idea that I was becoming a horny lesbian slut was just so erotic that I practically came right then. This time, Evan didn't even try to stop me as one hand went to my tiny cock, and another went to my nipples. In fact, I felt a little magic from him as he puffed them up for me, making them nice and sensitive. Rubbing my newly female nipples made me feel soooooooo fucking femme and girly! I could hear myself moaning like a pornstar in my newly female voice, and that only made me hotter!
I heard a sound, and I realized that it was Evan groaning as he started to stroke himself off as well. We pumped our cocks in sync, getting closer and closer. With a scream of pleasure, my tiny cock spurted out an equally tiny amount of cum. I was surprised to see it hit the rune and evaporate into thin air. The same thing happened when Evan came. The most confusing thing was that I was just as pent up as before! My stubby little cock was still insistently tenting my miniskirt, while Evan's was poking out of his black shorts.
"It's part of the rune..." Evan said, still panting after our furious masturbation session. "To make sure we don't get tired while the game is still on."
"Jeez... you know way too much perverted magic!" I said, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Oh, don't act like you don't love it, you dirty little slut," He teased, which made my cock twitch again. "Mmm, that reminds me..." I felt a small weight form on my belly button as a diamond piercing appeared and dangled from my navel. I'd always thought they looked very sexy on girls, and now I had one of my own! Two more little weights appeared on my ears, and I looked to the side to see a pair of diamond studs in them.
"Hey, you just did two transformations in a row!" I said, just realizing.
"Well, I was going to do it as part of the last transformation, but you got so aroused at the thought of turning into a slutty gay girl that I had to wait until you were finished diddling yourself, " He said with a laugh.
"Hmph!" I huffed, looking away and pouting.
I was really looking forward to this next change. How much sexier would it be to be teased by Evan with a husky contralto? I couldn't wait to find out! I eagerly cast the spell and watched as his Adam's apple disappeared. A few seconds later, the change was finished.
"Well, what do you think?" Evan said, and I practically swooned at the sensual voice coming out of him. Just hearing that sultry tone made my pulse quicken.
"Ummm... Wow," I breathed. "Damn... That's amazing. Totally worth waiting for."
"Mmmm... I don't think I've ever had a voice like this before..." He noticed the expression of lust on my face and added, "Should be fun!"
"There's not much left to change on you," Evan said, looking eager. "Are you ready for the fun stuff?"
"Oh, hell yes!!" I squeaked excitedly. Evan didn't need any more invitation than that. I felt the changes start at my feet and move their way upwards. My calves became shapely and slender and my thighs became slightly thicker. I felt my butt plump up a bit, which had the added bonus of making my thong floss my cheeks even harder than before, not to mention pushing my miniskirt into even more obscene territory. My hips widened into deliciously feminine proportions, while my waist narrowed, giving me a classic hourglass silhouette any fashion magazine would kill for. I felt slightly disappointed as Evan conspicuously avoided my chest to focus on my arms and shoulders, trimming and slimming them. Then it was over, and I was once again taking my sweet time ogling my reflection in the mirror.
Evan waited patiently for me to finish. He was enjoying his handiwork; I saw him brazenly stroking his cock, eyes glued to my ass. The thought that I was turning him on just as much as he was turning me on was immensely erotic. I felt an urge to show off for him, to tease him, to make him cum while staring at my delicious little femboy body. Fuck, I was totally turning into an exhibitionist! I reached around with both hands and slowly lifted my skirt to reveal my newly jiggly ass. Was I really about to shake my ass for my best friend while he furiously pumped his cock, imagining doing unspeakable things to my nubile body?! Fuck yes, I was! It seemed so wrong, yet so unbelievably delicious all at the same time! All thoughts of self consciousness vanished as I reveled in the feeling of raw sensuality! I wiggled, shimmied, and bounced my pert ass, the moans of Evan's sultry new voice echoing throughout the room. I hooked my fingers under my panties and pulled them down over my butt, before letting them fall to the ground. I kicked them aside, knowing full well that I wouldn't be needing them for the rest of the night. The sight of my naked, jiggling ass was too much for Evan, and with a scream of lust he exploded for the second time that night, spraying a huge load that evaporated on contact with the rune, just like before.
"Fucking hell... you are one naughty little bitch, aren't you?" Evan gasped. His dick remained rock hard inside his shorts, the magic of the rune preventing even the slightest ounce of lust from escaping.
"Fuck yeah!" I replied, shaking my ass some more before pulling my skirt back down over my bottom.
There wasn't really that much left to do. Evan's face was pretty feminine to begin with, and I kind of liked it anyway. Still there were a few changes I could make. I rounded off his jaw, shrank his nose slightly, and made his eyes sharper.
"So, this is your fantasy girl?" Evan said, admiring his changed face in the mirror. "I'm flattered that her face looks so much like my male face."
Hearing Evan talk about his male face made me curious. "So, um... when you're a girl... do you have a different name?"
He giggled. "I sure do! I go by Serena. Honestly, I've been turning myself into a girl so much lately that I wouldn't mind if you called me that all the time."
I smiled inwardly. Hearing her says that confirmed something I'd suspected for a while. Not to mention the look of joy on her face when I replied, "No problem, Serena!"
I didn't spend much time thinking about that though. The anticipation of finally growing boobs filled my heart with excitement beyond compare. There was nothing else in the world that mattered except how big Serena would make them, and how good it would feel to grow them. She giggled as I eagerly pulled the tiny top she'd given me over my head and tossed it aside.
"Somebody's excited," Serena teased. She leaned in closer and whispered seductively, "How about you turn around and I do the transformation manually?"
My heart fluttered as she said that, and without hesitation I turned around and raised my arms, allowing her access to my teeny boobs. I felt a wonderful thrill run through me as she ran her fingertips lightly along my skin. Wait... had she shrunk her nails back down? Well, they probably got in the way during stuff like this. So that's what she meant! Her touch felt electric, and my nipples stiffened instantly beneath her delicate caresses. Then I felt a tingle flow from her palms into my chest, and within moments I began swelling. At first it was subtle, almost imperceptible. It didn't take long for it to start in earnest though, the new flesh slowly filling her hands. The sensation was incredible! The feeling of growing tits, combined with the ministrations of Serena's nimble fingers sent waves of sheer bliss coursing throughout my entire being! I felt my teeny little cock twitch up and down, begging for attention. 'Don't worry,' I thought to myself 'Soon enough you'll get to become a pussy and have all the attention you deserve!' If anything, that only made it more aroused!
Meanwhile, my breasts were still growing. I took to comparing the sizes they were to different fruits. Lemons, apples, oranges... and all the while Serena groped and fondled them lovingly. It took me a little while after that to notice that they'd stopped growing; I was too distracted by Serena's enthusiastic treatment of my budding bosom. It didn't help that she'd been talking dirty to me the whole time too. "Doesn't that feel amazing? To feel your cute little boobies swell up bigger and bigger, while having your dream girl squeeze them like this? I bet you can't wait to feel me suckle them either, like they were made for. Mmmmm... Yes..." My body trembled with delight as she pinched and squeezed, rolling each nipple gently between thumb and forefinger.
After another few minutes of this, Serena finally let go, and I got to see my breasts properly for the first time. They were slightly smaller than I expected, but they complemented my petite frame perfectly. My erect nipples looked delightfully lewd poking out from my boobs, and I couldn't help but do a bit of groping of my own.
The sight of movement in the mirrors caught my eye. I turned around to see Serena pulling off her tight shorts to let her rock hard cock spring free. She grinned at me and said, "Trust me, there's no better feeling in the world than the sensation of your cock shrinking between your fingers!" With that she grabbed it with both hands and started masturbating vigorously. I took that as my cue to begin her final transformation. Honestly, I was almost as excited as she was!
Serena moaned lustfully as I focused the rune on her crotch. Immediately, her penis and testicles started shrinking as she pumped away frantically. "Ahhh~ Fuck yes! Get rid of my cock! Oh, fuck yes! Give me a pussy!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as her dick shrunk further and further. Soon she was only using one hand to stroke it, then a couple of fingers, until it had shrunk down into a tiny little nub of a clit. Her other hand had gone to her scrotum, which was rapidly deflating. Then it split in half, forming new labia while revealing the deepening tunnel that was to become her pussy. "Yes... Yes... YES!" She screamed as she fucked herself with her fingers, moaning with pleasure as her cunt expanded to accommodate them. Then, with a final thrust of her fingers deep inside her twitching pussy, she came with a loud cry.
She collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. There was a serenely happy smile on her face..
"Wow," I said simply. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."
"Mmmmm...." She purred. "Just wait until it happens to you! You're going to love it!"
My cock throbbed with desire as Serena picked herself back up off the ground. The fact that it was the hardest it had ever been while on the verge of turning into a vagina was ironic. Or something. Copying Serena, I pulled my skirt off and tossed it to the side, leaving me wearing nothing but the slutty heels that she'd given me.
"Are you ready, babe?" Serena asked.
"Fuck, I don't think I ever been more ready than anything in my life!" It was true. If you had told me this morning that my best friend would be turning me into his... her slutty fantasy girl, and that it would be the hottest thing I'd ever experienced, I would have said you were crazy. Now here I was, naked but for a pair of heels, spreading my legs while waiting for her to complete my transformation into a woman!
Serena wasn't done teasing me. "Look at you. A few hours ago you were a man. Now you're a slutty little femboy begging me to get rid of your cock. Isn't that right?"
My eyes practically rolled back into my head when she said those words! "Yes! Do it! Make me a woman!" I begged.
"Good girl." Serena said simply.
I just about came then and there. Being called a girl for the first time sent sparks shooting up and down my spine, making every cell in my body come alive with arousal! God, this was so fucking hot! And it was happening to me!
A second later Serena fired up the rune, and my final transformation began. My tiny cock didn't have much mass to lose, but it still felt incredible as it slowly shrank away. The sensations built higher and higher as the nerve endings clustered closer and closer together. After a minute or two of trembling ecstasy, the last of my cock slipped between my fingers and disappeared altogether. In its place stood my cute little clit, all slippery and eager for her first dalliance with Serena. My scrotum shriveled up as I felt what must be my new vagina begin to burrow into my body, stretching wider and deeper. It was an incredible feeling, like the petals of a flower opening to expose their beauty. I eagerly slid my fingers inside my new pussy.
"Oh, fuck yes!" I screamed, shivering with delight as the warm wet folds enveloped them greedily. "So... fucking... good!"
I fucked myself with wild abandon, reveling in the sensual delight of becoming female. Every inch of my newfound womanhood felt perfect as my fingers slid in and out again and again. I could feel something building inside me. My breathing became ragged and rapid as the wave grew larger and stronger. I was so close!
Then it hit me. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably as waves upon waves of pure, unbridled rapture surged through me. I wasn't sure if it was because of the rune, Serena's skill with transformation, or simply because I was just so fucking horny, but it was unlike any orgasm I'd ever experienced before. Each contraction drew another lusty moan from my lips, which added fuel to the fire raging across my insides. Finally, after several seconds of agonizing pleasure, the tsunami subsided and I fell backwards, gasping for breath.
"Oh, my..." I said faintly, basking in the afterglow. "I'm a girl!"
"Mmmm... That's right, babygirl," Serena cooed. "You are 100% woman. What do you want to call yourself?"
"Call me Alice, cause I'm in fucking Wonderland right now!" I laughed happily.
"Alice it is!" Serena agreed enthusiastically. She got to her feet and offered me a hand, helping me up. For the first time, I got to really appreciate the difference in our heights. Seeing her tower over me like that made me weak at the knees! Our eyes met, and it seemed like all the pent up desire for each other we'd been dancing around all night erupted in that moment.
A second later we were leaping into each other's arms, and another second later we were making out passionately. Our tongues danced against each other, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. I could feel her soft breasts pressing up against mine, sending a delicious thrill up my spine. This is what I'd been fantasizing about for ages; a tall, strong girl taking me in her arms and having her way with me! I was in heaven!
After a few minutes of this, I decided to indulge in another fantasy of mine. I slowly kissed my way down Serena's body, first to her neck, then down to her chest(stopping a moment to take one of her nipples into her mouth). I admit I spent a nice long time trailing kisses down those gorgeous abs of hers, before I finally dropped to her knees in front of her sopping wet pussy.
"Ooooh... yeah... Go ahead, Ali... eat me... make me cum..." Serena gasped softly, writhing under my tongue as I hungrily licked her slit. I let out a moan of lust as she gently pressed her hands to the back of my head, urging me onward. All thoughts left my mind as I began worshiping her pussy with everything that I had!
"Oh fuck, you're good at this! I should have done this years ago... Ahhhhhh!!" Serena wailed as my tongue pushed itself past her outer labia and plunged deeply into her cunt, dragging out a string of muffled curses from her. "Fuuuuck yeahhhh!! SUCK MY CUNT ALI!!" Her hips bucked wildly beneath me as her voice rose to a high-pitched squeal. She started to spasm, and soon my face was flooded with her juices. I lapped them all up greedily as she continued to climax, her throaty moans echoing through the room.
Serena stroked my hair lovingly as she slowly wound down. "You're amazing..." She cooed. "My hot little gay slut." She giggled at the whimper of pleasure that elicited from me. "Well... since you serviced me so nicely, how would you like me to return the favor? Do you want me to eat you out, orrrr...." I heard the sound of a drawer opening, and a harness and strap-on flew into her hand.
The look in my eyes told her everything. Serena smiled wickedly as she stepped into the harness and pulled it up snugly against her body. I stared at the big fake cock, mesmerized, as it bobbed in front of me.
I wondered why I found such a thing so incredibly erotic. If the genders were reversed, if there was an actual man standing there with an actual penis, I would have been revolted. So why was my mouth watering at the thought of sucking it? Why did my heart start hammering madly in my chest as I imagined it sliding into my eager pussy?
My lust-addled brain didn't feel like dwelling on those thoughts though. I opened my mouth, and Serena slid the dildo gently between my lips. Staring up at her, sucking happily on her nice thick cock was almost as arousing as going down on her had been. Of course, she knew exactly the right words to tease me with.
"You're an eager little slut, aren't you? You look soooo sexy kneeling there, your mouth wrapped tightly around my shaft. Mmm... Just wait until you feel it pounding inside you, filling that slutty little pussy of yours up till you scream." I moaned as I bobbed up and down on the big rubber dick, savoring the fullness within me. My cheeks flushed red as she spoke, but it felt too damn good! I couldn't stop!
"Is my hot little lezzie undergoing a sexual awakening? Are you starting to realize that you're a dirty little lesbo slut?" She asked, stroking my hair. "Let go of all those silly boyish notions and embrace who you truly are deep down inside. Your inner lesbian wants to get nasty with me tonight, doesn't she?" My blush intensified as I nodded rapidly. "Good girl. We'll save that for later, but for right now, suck the hell out of my cock!"
I sucked harder as she urged me on, my hands on her butt. She started to thrust her hips, and it was at that moment I realized she'd declined to give me a gag reflex. After about a minute of this she yanked the dildo out of my mouth abruptly.
"Are you ready to get your cherry popped? To feel a girl's big fake cock pumping into you for the very first time? To feel every bit of masculinity fucked out of you, leaving nothing but a slutty little lesbian behind?" Serena asked.
"Yesssss!!" I cried joyfully. I spun around, got on all fours, and presented my sopping wet pussy to her. Thanks to the mirrors, I got to watch as she came up behind me and grabbed my hips firmly. I shivered as she gently teased my pussy lips with the tip of her cock. Slowly, steadily, she pressed forward until the bulbous head slid past my lower lips, entering my virgin hole. There was no pain; only intense pleasure as the warm rubber stretched open my tight pussy. Once it was fully hilted inside me, she gripped my hips tighter and began to thrust in earnest. The initial penetration had been a slow, gentle thing, but the next few strokes were anything but. I moaned in delight as Serena started to fuck me.
It felt even better than I'd dared hope. As Serena pounded away at my tight little snatch, my whole being lit up. This is what I'd been fantasizing about for ages; A strong dominant woman having her wicked way with me. I just never imagined I would be a girl while she did it! It was as if some brand new part of me was coming alive. From deep in my core, it truly felt as if every drop of maleness was being purged from me, replaced by feminine urges and desires. Like I was shedding layers of skin, peeling off the mask of "boy" that I wore for so many years. With every thrust, more of the old me faded further away, leaving the essence of my true self: A slutty, submissive lesbian!
She kept pumping relentlessly, driving the big fake cock in and out of my pussy faster and harder with each passing second. I pushed myself back onto her cock, wanting to feel every inch of it buried deep inside me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw a panting, moaning, lezzie slut getting fucked hard by a gorgeous, raven haired goddess . But most importantly, I was seeing ME! Not Jason any more - he was gone forever. Alice was here now, experiencing a new world for the very first time. And it was glorious beyond measure.
"Fuck yes... Oh god, oh shit... YESSSS!" I screamed as I came powerfully, shuddering through an earth shattering release. My entire body shook, quaking beneath the force of the orgasmic flood rushing through me. The rune which had been absorbing the force of our orgasms the whole night finally overloaded in an explosion of rainbow sparks, and we both fell to the floor, utterly spent.
"That... was... amazing..." I panted once I caught my breath again.
"Yea..." All the magic and sex that we'd been doing was finally catching up to us without the sustaining power of the rune. I put my arms around Serena's neck as she lifted me up into a princess carry. I felt so soft and light in her arms as she carried me to her bedroom, and we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
***
The first thing I noticed when I woke up the next afternoon was the mess of blonde hair plastered to my face. Everything about last night came rushing back. Serena was still asleep, so I gently disentangled myself from her and padded softly over to the bathroom.
I stared at the disheveled beauty in the mirror. Was this really me? Now that I wasn't addled by lust, did I truly think of myself like this? And the answer was: Yes. I felt no urge to transform back into Jason. None. I was completely and utterly content in this body. I was a woman. The thought made my breath catch in my throat.
"Holy shit.... I'm a woman!" I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as the realization washed over me. It seemed incredible that yesterday I had thought of myself as a man. Serena's little game had changed my life forever.
***
I was making scrambled eggs when a naked freckly redhead emerged from Serena's bedroom.
"It's me." She said sleepily. “This is um... what I usually look like."
I smiled at her. She was a lot like Evan: skinny, but not quite as tall. I still got that comfortable feeling of security from her presence.
"I see you haven't changed back," she said, a grin spreading across her face.
"Yup, I might stay like this for a while. Or forever." I grinned back.
Serena glanced at the scrambled eggs sizzling in the pan. "Damn. That has got to be a record."
I tilted my head, confused.
"Oh, nothing..." She said, still smiling.
I got up the courage to ask her the question that was really on my mind. "So... um... Why...?"
"Why didn't I tell you that I'm a girl?" She sighed heavily. "I haven't told anyone outside my family yet. To be honest, I spent a long time convincing myself that this was just a weird fetish."
"And um... How did you know that I was a girl?" I said, blushing slightly.
"I didn't," she said with a giggle. "I had an inkling, that's all. I made up that game to see if it would pan out. I had no idea you'd be cumming your brains out on my strap-on after a single match!"
I blushed a little deeper, a pleasurable tingle forming between my legs as I remembered last night.
"Oh... and... um... Serena?" I said, staring shyly at the ground.
"Hmm?"
"I love you." And she pulled me into a kiss.
I rubbed my hands together and opened the book to the 101st page, the exact middle. I was shivering with anticipation. 'This is it,' I thought. 'Today's the day I join the coven'.
I had lived with my two mothers for my whole life. Despite the fact that they never told me directly, I knew they were witches. They didn't wear black robes or have pentagrams tattooed on their foreheads, but they did keep an assortment of odd things in the house. An old cauldron. A strange looking staff. A crystal ball. They frequently stole away into the woods in the dead of night with their friends, all women, only returning when dawn broke. Sometimes I could hear them chanting and singing under the moonlight. And despite being nineteen years old, there were still rooms in the house I'd never been allowed into.
But I was curious. When they finally felt comfortable leaving me alone in the house, I started to explore every room, closet, and nook and cranny I could find. Most of it was locked, so I taught myself lock picking. The books that I found were written in Latin, so I taught myself that too. After years of searching, hours spent on painstaking translations, and secreting away ingredients from my mothers' stores, I had collected everything I needed.
The ritual I had found was how my parents became witches. Or at least that's what I assumed from the book's prominence on the altar I had found it on and its location in the exact center of said book. It was simple enough: In exchange for offering her your eternal soul, the Goddess would grant you immeasurable power. I had gulped when I read this. But when I thought about my mothers, who had done just that, I knew I wanted to do it too. They were so happy and content, and it wasn't as if they were performing human sacrifices or anything. So today, I was going to become a witch.
I sat cross-legged and nude on the floor, waiting for midnight. My two mothers would be gone by then, off to perform their own rituals. As the minutes ticked past, I felt my excitement growing. Finally, at twelve o'clock, I heard the front door slam shut. I smiled to myself.
It was time.
My eyes closed, and I took a deep breath. I let it out slowly, focusing on relaxing. I tried to imagine the Goddess in my mind, and concentrated on feeling her presence. Then I began to chant.
"Luna, Luna, I am yours." I spoke quietly, almost whispering. "You are my light, my strength, my love, my life. Please take me now. Take my soul, and make me one of your own."
I opened my eyes and looked down at the book. It was glowing softly, like it was holding back a fire. I felt a warm tingling sensation spread through my body. I took another deep breath and chanted again.
"Please," I whispered again. "Take me. Make me your own."
The book flared up brighter than before, and I felt the tingling intensify. A low hum filled the air, and I felt the vibration in my chest. I could feel something stirring inside me, and I knew it was the Goddess. She was coming for me. I kept chanting, repeating the words over and over.
Then suddenly, I felt a rush of energy, like I was being pulled upwards. I felt my soul fly free, soaring above the earth, and I was floating. I felt myself lifted up into the sky, higher and higher. I was being carried on the wind, carried towards the moon.
As quickly as it came, the sensation stopped. I opened my eyes and saw the stars, shining brightly in the night sky, dominated by the full moon. I was floating in the moonlight, naked, surrounded by thousands of tiny white lights. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, and I felt as though I belonged there.
And then I heard a voice.
"Welcome, my darling," the voice said. "Come closer."
I felt myself drawn towards the voice, and soon I found myself floating in front of a beautiful woman. She was just as naked as I was, and she was tall and slim, with long flowing black hair. Her skin was pale and flawless, and her breasts were large and round. I stared in wonder at the Goddess, unable to speak.
She looked me over and gave a light laugh. "It's been a long time since a man offered himself to me," she said. "But I see you've been preparing yourself for this moment."
I nodded, not knowing what else to say.
"Very good," she said, and her voice sounded more formal. "Now, do you, Cenda, son of Adria and Aenwyn, offer your soul to me?"
I swallowed hard. "Yes," I replied.
"Do you promise to love me, and cherish me, and follow me always?"
I nodded again.
"And will you give me your heart and your body to do with as I please?"
I nodded once more.
"And do you pledge yourself as my wife, and my consort, and my lover, until the end of time?"
Again, I nodded.
"Then, Cenda, son of Adria and Aenwyn, become Kaia, bride of the Moon!"
The Goddess reached out her hand and stroked my cheek. "We are bound now, forever," she said. "Let us celebrate our union."
I felt my body begin to change, and I gasped in surprise. From the spot that the Goddess touched me, a silvery white glow began to radiate outward. I felt my face start to shift. My jaw softened, becoming less angled and more rounded. My nose shrank, and my lips grew fuller. I felt the Goddess gently running her fingers through my hair, and I felt it grow longer and longer, until I could feel it tickling my butt. It was getting lighter too, until it was a rich golden blonde.
"So beautiful," the Goddess murmured. "My lovely wife."
She leaned forward and kissed me, and I felt my lips melt against hers. Our tongues met, swirling around each other, exploring new territory.
"Mine," the Goddess purred. "All mine."
She moved her hand down to my throat, and I felt that change too. I could feel my Adam's apple shifting under her fingers, until it disappeared completely. My larynx changed shape, and I decided to test out what would surely be a new voice.
"Oh... Oh my..." I gasped. My new voice was soft, sultry, and husky.
"Oh, yes," the Goddess breathed.
I felt her hand move down to my chest. She ran her fingers over my nipples, and I moaned softly.
"Mmmm," the Goddess moaned. "Such a beautiful sound."
Her fingers traced circles around my nipples, and I felt them start to swell beneath her touch. They were growing bigger, darker, and more sensitive. My breathing quickened, and I couldn't help moaning louder. The Goddess continued to tease my engorged buds, and I could feel the flesh underneath them swell. I was growing breasts! The goddess took one of my nipples in her mouth as they swelled even further, sucking hungrily upon it while squeezing the other one with her hand. My hips buckled slightly from the pleasure coursing through me, and the Goddess chuckled.
"Somebody likes her new boobs!"
Suddenly, she released both of my new breasts, and I let out a whimper of disappointment. I looked down at them and giggled when I saw how large they were. I cupped them and felt their weight in my hands. They were heavy, firm, and bouncy. I squeezed them together experimentally, admiring my new cleavage.
As I played with my breasts, the Goddess slid behind me. She traced her fingers over my arms, and they became smaller and more delicate. I felt wrap her arms around my waist, and it started pinching smaller. She moved down to my hips and gripped them firmly in either hand. Then she slowly pulled them wider and fuller, giving me a lovely hourglass figure. My butt was next; the Goddess gave each cheek a gentle squeeze before molding them larger and firmer. Soon, I had curves where none existed before, and my ass was positively perfect.
With that finished, the Goddess started reshaping my legs. They became smooth and shapely, my slight muscles toned into sculpted perfection. Slowly, inch by delicious inch, I lost any trace of boyishness. By the time she got to my feet, I had developed long slender feminine limbs that made my previous pair look stubby by comparison.
"Now for the finishing touches," the Goddess said, pulling herself up beside me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed downward. I felt my whole body start to shrink smaller, until I was six inches shorter then her and looking up at her face. I shivered as I prepared myself for what was coming next.
The Goddess reached between my legs, and placed one finger on the tip of my penis, which was hard from all the stimulation. I felt her press it slowly towards my body, as it got smaller and smaller until it was no more then a tiny little nub of a clit.
My testes were next. They started migrating northwards, closer and closer to my body, until they reached my crotch and started to burrow into my abdomen. I felt a little strange as they wiggled around until happily settling into place as my new ovaries. The Goddess then traced a line right down the middle of my empty scrotum, and it split apart to form two soft pussy lips. I gasped as she slid her fingers between them and started pushing into my body, forming the tunnel that was to become my vagina. She withdrew her fingers, and I stood there, panting, a complete woman.
"Beautiful," the Goddess cooed. "Perfection."
I blushed deeply at her praise. "Thank you," I managed to squeak out.
She smiled at me lovingly. "Now, my wife, it's time we consummate our marriage."
I turned bright red at hearing those words. This is really happening, I thought excitedly. I'm actually going to have sex with the Goddess!
She swept me into her arms and I melted into her embrace. I pressed myself against her wonderful naked body, feeling every curve and contour of hers pressing into mine. I felt her lips kiss along my neck up to my earlobe, nibbling playfully on it.
The Goddess broke away from me momentarily and gazed down at me. There was lust in her eyes, but also tenderness and affection. She took my breasts in her mouth for a few moments, then trailed kisses down my stomach. She paused briefly near my navel before continuing downwards, and I trembled in anticipation of what was about to happen. My thighs spread, almost unconsciously, as she drew nearer. When her tongue finally brushed against my inner thigh, I cried out loudly.
"Ohhh," I sighed. "Goddess, please don't stop!"
Her tongue flicked across my labia, sending waves of heat racing through my entire body. As she circled my clitoris teasingly, I threw my head back in ecstasy.
"Mmmm!" I squealed. "That feels so good!"
I watched entranced as she brought her lips close to my opening, but never quite touching it. She began tracing the edges of my outer folds with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes tightly and arched my back off the ground as she teased me mercilessly, driving me wild. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she plunged her tongue inside me.
"Aaaahh!!" I screamed as she dove into my virgin pussy. "Oooohhhh!! That's amazing!"
She didn't waste any time. With swift strokes of her warm wet tongue, she explored every crevice within me. Her fingernails traced lightly up and down my slit, then gently teased my clitoris. Every nerve ending in my body came alive as she pleasured me like I'd only ever dreamed possible. All thoughts left me except for the sensations assaulting me from every direction. My toes curled inward, and my breath caught in my throat. I writhed and thrashed helplessly beneath her ministrations. Her fingers kept playing with my engorged clit, rubbing it rapidly without mercy or restraint. Then suddenly, I exploded.
Everything went white for a second or two as wave after orgasmic wave crashed over me. My mind was filled with pure blissful euphoria, and nothing mattered anymore. Nothing existed outside of the intense feelings emanating from my core. My world narrowed to the point where everything beyond the pleasure of being eaten out by the Goddess faded away entirely. For several minutes, I floated above reality, basking in the afterglow of such an incredible experience.
Finally, though, it passed. I opened my eyes to find the Goddess smiling down at me.
"That was amazing," I whispered weakly.
She giggled softly, and kissed me. "Indeed it was," she agreed. "You taste divine."
I flushed again at her compliment. "Thanks,"
"I think it's time you returned the favor," she said with a mischievous grin.
***
We made love for what seemed like eons, but eventually, the night had to end. The Goddess held me tightly as I felt myself getting pulled back to the mortal plane.
"Goodbye," she said sadly. "Know that one day, you will return here, to spend eternity at my side."
I nodded, unable to speak.
"Be happy," she added. "Live well."
I blinked back tears as she vanished from sight. Just before I woke up, I heard her whisper one last thing: "I love you."
***
I was lying on the floor of my room. Morning had broken. It took me a second to realize that I was naked on the floor, and another second to realize that my body was very different than when I had gone to sleep. I gasped and let out a little squeal of delight as I looked down at myself. I was a woman! Completely female! No more male parts, just beautiful round breasts, long feminine legs, and soft, full lips, and... oh Goddess! I quickly sat up and spread my legs wide open, letting my fingers explore my newly formed pussy.
It was already glistening with arousal, thanks to my dreamy encounter with the Goddess earlier tonight. What surprised me most wasn't the fact that I now possessed a pussy; it was how much I loved having one. It felt nice and tight, and warm and moist inside. I rubbed my fingertips around its entrance, savoring the sensation of it stretching and closing around them. My pussy grew hotter and wetter, responding eagerly to my caresses.
I managed to tear myself away from my explorations somehow. I was eager to get a good look at myself in the mirror, to see if I matched the image I had seen in my dreams. I gasped when I saw my reflection staring back at me. A gorgeous girl stared back at me from the glass; her hair was honey blonde and falling loosely all the way to her hips. She had high cheekbones, a cute button nose, and small dainty ears. Most striking of all were her green eyes; they sparkled brightly and seemed to glow in the dim light of the bathroom.
"Wow..." I murmured in amazement.
I ran my fingers through my silky golden locks and admired my feminine features. I sighed contently. This was who I was meant to be. I did a little twirl for effect, admiring the sway of my hips and my curvaceous rear end. Goddess, this body was sexy! I grinned broadly at my own reflection.
Then I started to wonder how my mothers would react once they found out about my transformation. I giggled as I imagined walking into the kitchen as a girl and seeing their shocked expressions. I pulled one of my old t-shirts over my head, which thanks to its large size now covered all my important bits, and padded softly downstairs.
There once was a man who loved to swim. Whenever he could, he frolicked all day in the waves. When he was working, he pined for the siren song of the sea.
Luckily, the man had a lovely witch of a wife who could help him with his passion. She gave him a spell that granted him gills, with the warning that he must never use it for more than a sun's trek across the sky.
The first time the man spoke the spell, he very nearly forgot his wife's warning. The joy of being able to fully embrace his devotion for the depths, free from the fetters and failings of his human form was fabulous. But still he managed to pull himself away from the sea just as the sun slipped below the horizon.
Life went on like this for quite a while. The man's ardor for the tides only grew as he spent more and more time beneath the bounding main. Still he heeded his wife's caution, and emerged every night before sunset.
But, as inevitably as the rising of the moon, there came a day when the man did not return to the shore. It was a day unlike any other. For the first time in the man's memory, the sea was completely calm. Instead of the usual wild romp through the waves, the man floated along in blissful serenity, enjoying the ocean like he never had before. He was more tired than usual, thanks to the long sleepless night he had spent with his wife. Forgetting everything but the gentle caress of the water, he nodded off to sleep just as the last rays of the sun disappeared from the sky.
On the cliff overlooking the shore, the witch's face spread into a wide grin.
He awoke the next morning more refreshed than he'd ever been. Panic soon set in, however, as he realized that he had violated his wife's prohibition against spending more than a day in the briny deep. He'd never asked what exactly would happen if he did, somehow he'd always become distracted every time he thought about it.
But what exactly had happened to him? He was obviously still alive and breathing, so his gills couldn't have disappeared. As he pondered the mystery, he realized that his hands weren't sliding through the water as easily as they once were.
He looked at them, and to his delight he saw that they were now webbed! He spread his fingers wide and examined the blue green webbing now connecting them together. As he pushed off from the seabed to try them out, a similar feeling of resistance down below revealed that his toes were now webbed as well!
Forgetting all about his wife's warning, he cavorted through the sea, marveling at the speed at which he shot through the water. As the hours went by, he started to notice even more changes to his body. Beautifully soft and shiny scales formed on his hands and feet, then crawled up his arms and legs. Delicate fins sprouted from his wrists, and his feet elongated to better propel him through the water. The hair that had adorned his body vanished into the abyss, while the hair on his head grew long, fair, and sensuous.
Each change brought more and more joy to the transforming man. Though he realized that he was slowly losing his humanity, not a thought was spared to returning to the shore. Even when his limbs started to soften, and it became obvious he was shedding his masculinity as well as his humanity, he wasn't worried.
As the day wore on, the changes only accelerated. Streaks of blue-green shot through the man's gorgeous blonde locks, while his ears lengthened, becoming scaly and finlike. His hips widened and his waist cinched, while his chest swelled into a lovely pair of breasts. A tail emerged from his spine, growing longer and longer. His legs shrank down into finny flippers, perfect for maneuvering through the waters. His penis, long since freed from any confinement, shrank away into nothingness, to be replaced by soft feminine folds.
As the sun once again started to sink below the horizon, the man knew that his changes were complete. A glance at his reflection confirmed what he'd long suspected. She had become a mermaid! She smiled as she realized she’d started thinking of herself as a “she.” Girl, female, woman, lady, mermaid… they all sounded so wonderful in her head!
She idly wondered whether the spell had altered her thoughts to embrace her newly feminine form, or whether she’d always had the seed of womanhood deep inside of her, just waiting to sprout. She giggled to herself as she realized it didn’t matter. Everything about her, from the tips of her ears to the flukes of her long, sensuous tail felt absolutely perfect.
She thought back to her wife, waiting for her back at their house. Had she known all along what would happen to her if she'd spent too much time in the sea? It seemed likely. In fact, she could see the figure of a woman waiting for her on shore. Her wife had never done that before in all the years she'd been playing in the sea. With a powerful kick of her tail, she swam back towards the beach.
The witch composed her face into a sad smile as she waited for her lover. In no time at all, the mermaid was before the witch, a look of rapture on her face.
"Look what's happened to me! Isn't it wonderful?" the lovely new mermaid said.
"Oh my dear, I wish you had heeded my warning," the witch replied.
"What do you mean? I love this beautiful new body!"
"I'm glad, because you'll be wearing it for a while. Since you've transformed all the way, you can never become human again. You will be a sensual siren of the seas forevermore."
The mermaid's heart leapt. Truth be told, the thought that she'd have to return to the land, and return to being male, had filled her with a dread she had never felt before. To be a wild, free mermaid, dancing naked through the waves for the rest of her life filled her with joy beyond measure. But then another realization struck her.
"And... us?" the mermaid asked her wife.
"Oh, my sweet Lorelei," the witch said, giving the new maiden a name to match her form, "I'm afraid not. The spell that I gave you simply doesn't work on witches."
"Then I guess... this is goodbye," Lorelei said sadly. The new name her wife had given her sounded lovely to her ears, and she decided to keep it. "May I ask for one last kiss before we part?"
The witch was about to refuse, but something in Lorelei's voice made her yearn for the mermaid's lips upon hers. Lorelei took her wife's face in her hands and gave her the most erotic kiss she'd ever experienced in her long life. A minute later, the two broke apart, the witch looking red and flustered, while the mermaid smiled mischievously.
"Goodbye my love!" Lorelei said with a wave, before returning to the depths.
The witch stood at the water's edge for ten minutes, her mind consumed by the kiss she'd shared. Try as she might, she could not get it out of her head. She reached down to splash herself with some water in an attempt to restore some semblance of sanity. It didn't help, only causing an overpowering urge to tear off her clothes and throw herself into the sea after the mermaid.
Finally she managed to pull herself away, heading back up the cliff to the house. She had originally planned to stay there for a while and put her affairs in order, but now she thought it best to depart as quickly as possible.
As the witch turned to leave the cottage that she had shared so many blissful days and passionate nights with her former husband, she heard a sound rise up from the sea. It was a song, the clarion call of the siren. As it surged through her head, reverberating through her body and soul, she began to weep for the beauty of it. It took everything in her power not to jump off the cliff.
The witch had had many husbands over the centuries, each loved and discarded in their turn. When she had realized her latests love for the sea, she knew she had the perfect plan to part with him painlessly. She had, of course, long known of mermaids and the longing and allure they provoked in mortals. But in her hubris, she'd assumed she could never be seduced by one.
As the song slowly faded away, the enormity of her mistake dawned on her. Any thought of leaving was out of the question now; how could she part with something so beautiful? Consumed by lust, she sprinted back into the house, stripped off her clothes, and leapt on the bed. To her horror, when she imagined the strapping stevedores and comely courtesans that made her heart flutter, she found that they did nothing for her. All she could think about were the bare breasts and titillating tail of the naughty nymph she had so foolishly fashioned.
Even as she faded into sleep, the witch had no respite from the siren's song. The night was one long dream of wild, passionate sex with the mermaid. She woke up covered in sweat, and when she went to wash it away, the gentle caress of the water only reminded her of what now dwelt in the bay below.
She hoped against hope that her erstwhile paramour had moved on. But the next night, and the next, and the next, the mermaid called for her wife. Still the witch resisted, despite it being the hardest thing she had ever done. A year and a day the mermaid sang, despite the yearning in her heart to explore the vast ocean that was now her playground.
Then one night, as the full moon rose overhead, the witch realized that the mermaid's song hadn't appeared. Despair as she'd never felt before filled her heart. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she sprinted down to the shore. She knelt down in the sand and slammed her fists into the surf, letting out a long wail of sorrow.
There was a giggle and a splash, and the witch looked up to see the mermaid swimming toward her. In that moment, the witch's heart finally surrendered. She realized that she'd been bested by the siren, completely and utterly. It didn't matter what came next.
Lorelei joyfully caught her wife in her arms as they kissed. The witch's clothes disappeared in a matter of moments. They made love for what seemed like hours. The witch hadn't been sure what to expect, would the mermaid drown her after they were finished? Would she leave her as the witch had intended originally?
When scales started to appear on the witch's body, she realized what Lorelei intended. She giggled as the change she had wrought in her beloved took hold in her. Her midnight black hair lengthened and streaked with blue, her breasts swelled, and she sprouted a tail to match the one that adorned her wife. She felt her witchhood fade away into nothingness, the magic she had cultivated carefully for so long disappearing into the abyss. Soon her form was a mirror of Lorelei's. They entwined their tails in a mermaid's embrace, floating delicately in the gentle waves.
"My sweet Calypso," Lorelei cooed. Calypso's heart fluttered when she heard it. The newly born siren took to her new name instantly.
"My lovely Lorelei," Calypso cooed back. The two mermaids, hand in webbed hand, swam out into the wide ocean. But legend has it that every year on a certain day, in a certain bay, a song can be heard that soothes the hearts of lovers, containing the promise of eternity.
Rowan sat underneath the maple tree and sighed happily. It had been twenty years since he'd last been here, and this was the first time since then that he'd felt this content.
His mind wandered to the girl. He could barely remember her face now. What was her name? It began with an L. Or maybe an M? The memories around her seemed especially hazy, but as they had faded, the feelings became sharper. He let himself be swept up in them. The sensation of wading barefoot in the river, his hand gently brushing across the leaves while the other held hers, falling asleep together beneath the mountain laurel.
"Rowan?" a voice called out.
Rowan knew who it was before he'd opened his eyes. "Laura," he said softly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
He opened his eyes and saw her green ones staring back at him. She was all grown up now, and breathtakingly beautiful, her long black hair trailing free behind her.
They didn't speak for several minutes. The pair sat there beneath the maple tree, staring into each other's eyes. A flash of memory came back to Rowan, and he was reminded of the long periods of silence between them when they were younger. Come to think of it, had she ever said a word to him other than her name and his?
Rowan was distracted from this thought by the touch of Laura's hand stroking his cheek. He felt a blush come over him as their lips drew together in a kiss. There wasn't much time to think about this, as Laura had already grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.
The next few hours were a familiar blur of sensation as they repeated their familiar dance from so long ago. In a flash, the sun was setting and Laura was giving him a sad wave goodbye.
As she faded out of sight into the darkening woods, panic gripped Rowan. He needed to get out, NOW! Like a man possessed, he sprinted out of the forest as fast as he could. Even as his muscles screamed in protest, he ran. He couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to. He emerged from the forest to find a paved road then collapsed to his hands and knees, desperately filling his lungs with air. Jolts of pain shot through his body as he rolled over on his back and stared at the twilit sky. He was safe.
He couldn’t recall how he learned the rules, but they’d been inscribed in his mind for as long as he could remember. Never go into the woods after dark, never eat anything grown nearby, and never under any circumstances accept gifts from strangers. And he was compelled to follow them, even though he had no idea why they were so important.
He pondered this as he made his way back to the dingy motel that he'd been staying at. The familiar malaise was coming over him, that feeling of unease that had been ever present since he'd left this place all those years ago. It had been shortly after his mother disappeared that his father moved them across the country, seemingly wanting to put as much distance between him and the town as possible. He'd died barely a year later, leaving Rowan an orphan.
Rowan had drifted from place to place since then, never able to settle down anywhere. He hadn't noticed it, but he had been moving ever closer to this place since his father's death, until one day he'd found himself at the edge of the forest of his youth, the only place he'd ever been happy.
Rowan stared at the popcorn ceiling of the motel room as he lay on the stiff-matressed bed. When he was a child, he had never questioned the strangeness of his experiences in the forest with his friend Laura, but now he was determined to figure them out. Why could he never seem to remember the exact details of their times together? Why did she always disappear when it got dark? And why were the rules so important?
He tossed and turned these mysteries in his head, eventually falling into a fitful sleep. He didn't even bother to change his clothes or get under the covers. His dreams were a green haze of frolicking in the woods with Laura.
Rowan woke up the next morning feeling strangely well rested despite the uncomfortable circumstances of his sleep. After getting breakfast at a nearby diner, he resolved to figure out the mystery of the woods, Laura, and why he felt so... complete when he was there with her. He wasn't sure how he was going to figure this out, but he'd never entered the woods determined to do... well... anything really. Somehow he felt that going in there with purpose... with intention... would get him somewhere. Every time before this, he had just wandered aimlessly until Laura came across him, and then she'd lead them through the forest together.
Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the forest. He could feel a familiar haze threatening to overcome his mind, but he shook it off. Whatever happened, he was not going to get distracted by anything today. Not even Laura, if she showed up. Thinking about Laura momentarily distracted him, but he recovered. With purpose, with intention, he set off into the wood.
Thirty minutes later, he felt invigorated, and more clearheaded than he'd ever been. He was finally getting somewhere, he thought, even if he had no idea why he thought that, or where he was going.
He came to the river that he and Laura had spent so much time splashing and playing in. A flash of memory came back to him; a vision of Laura offering a raspberry to him as he rested on the shore. He felt a chill run through him as he remembered the second rule. He shook it off, reasoning that it had happened so long ago, and obviously nothing bad had happened to him. But it did make him wonder why the rules seemed so much less important when Laura was around. He had always spent far too much time with her, leaving precious little room to escape the forest before nightfall.
As he turned to leave the river, his foot caught on a branch and yanked his right shoe off. It didn't seem very important to go back for it, so he left it where it lay. There was something freeing being without it as well. He barely noticed when the other shoe slipped off his foot a few minutes later.
Another hour, and he came across a large rock formation that he and Laura had loved to climb up and down. He remembered her looking at him with an unusually pensive expression, and in a desire to comfort her, saying "Don't worry. I promise I will always be with you." Another chill came over him, though he didn't know why.
Ten minutes after he had left the rock formation, a bramble caught one of his socks and pulled it off his foot. Once again, he ignored it, feeling exhilarated by the feel of the ground beneath his bare foot. He happily pulled the other sock off too, and left them both on the ground. He didn't notice the oddity of a bramble grabbing his sock but leaving nary a scratch on his skin. He felt his hair start to tickle his neck as he moved even deeper into the forest.
The further he got, the more his memory seemed to sharpen. He had been unconsciously retracing the steps they had taken so many years ago. He recalled feeding a deer together with Laura, and the surprise at how calm and friendly it was around the pair of them. He was only mildly surprised when the distraction of this memory caused him to veer too close to a branch that caught on his T-shirt and tore a big gash in it.
He didn't even hesitate as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. What did give him pause was the tickle of his now much longer hair down his back. He grabbed a handful of it and noticed that it had changed color too; it was now a light brown, or maybe a dark blonde. He felt the hair tickling his nipples, and reached up to touch one. He shivered. They had become larger and more sensitive. Touching his chest made him realize that the hair there had disappeared, leaving him very smooth.
Clad in nothing but his trousers, he sat on a nearby rock, tense and clammy. Intellectually, he realized something bizarre and unnatural was happening to him, that he should turn back before he was too deep to escape the woods before nightfall. He might have passed that point already. He was farther into the wood than he had ever been. Instinct was guiding him now, or perhaps a sixth sense, a compulsion that had been growing stronger and stronger as the day wore on.
He needed to find out where it led. No matter what happened to his body, discovering the source of his restlessness, his malaise, his ill humor was the most important thing in the world. In a very real sense it was the only thing he’d ever cared about, the only thing he'd ever truly chosen to do, as opposed to the aimless drifting that had defined his life to that point.
Another hour, and he was just as invigorated and motivated to find the answer as he had been at the start. He paid no heed to the fact that several hours of hiking had not affected his energy level at all, if he was even consciously aware of the fact. Nor was he hungry or thirsty. It took him about a minute to notice that his pants and underwear had slipped off his legs, leaving him completely nude. He gasped as he noticed a very significant absence, and a very significant presence.
He was a girl. How long had he had the vagina that was now adorning his body? He felt a blush come over his face as he reached out to touch it. Then he shook his head and returned to the matter at hand. He was now a girl. Or rather, SHE was now a girl. For she was surely a she, in mind as well as body. How else could she explain the utter feeling of contentment that she felt at the absence of the masculine organ that had previously dangled between her legs, the organ that she had never bothered to use? She thought back to all the times in her life that she’d most acutely felt that familiar awkwardness, that discomfort, and it was always when felt most uncomfortably masculine. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, feeling her penis harden when she saw a pretty girl… Yes, it all made sense now. The forest had stripped away the lies that her body had been telling her all her life. Her smooth skin, budding breasts, and skinny hips lent a pubescent awkwardness to her otherwise adult body. Yes, she was definitely a girl.
But she still needed to get to the end of the forest. She wasn't sure what answers were held there, or if they even mattered now that she knew that she was, in fact, a she. She was going to find them, no matter what.
The thrill of being naked in the woods thrilled and excited the new girl, and she started to run, the air and the leaves kissing her body. Nature seemed to embrace her, leaving not a scratch or bruise on her as she clambered over rocks and branches. Everything seemed bigger, louder, more intense. Her masculine limbs and body shrank and softened, becoming delicate and lithe. She giggled as she stretched out her smaller hand and stared at it. Her long hair tickled her ears, and she reached up to touch them. They were now long and pointed. Another flash of memory hit her, this one from only yesterday. Laura’s ears had been just as pointed as hers were now. In fact, they had always been pointed. The forest had been slowly revealing things bit by bit to her, saving this final revelation for last. Laura wasn’t human. “She” wasn’t human. Not anymore. She recalled reading a big book of mythology when she was younger. There were all sorts of nature spirits described there. Perhaps she had become something like that, a dryad or a nymph? Whatever she was, it didn’t bother her in the slightest. Being human had brought her no joy, only the forest had. If it wanted to make her into a girl, into another species entirely, she would embrace that fate wholeheartedly.
The sun was just about to sink beneath the horizon when she came to it. A crystal clear pool that she had never seen before. She knelt over and smiled at the feminine reflection that stared back at her. For the first time today, a powerful thirst came over her, and she cupped her hands before taking a long draught of the water. She sighed as it flowed down her throat. A pleasurable tingle filled her, and she reached up to cup one of her breasts. She gasped as she felt it start to swell between her fingers. She stared again at her reflection to see her body rapidly maturing, breasts growing, hips widening. And then it stopped.
She had been a girl. Now she was a woman.
The new woman blew a kiss at her reflection. She felt a heat rise between her legs, and not the unwanted male arousal that had felt so unnatural to her. This felt wonderful, entrancing, seductive. She brought her fingers to her labia and felt a wetness. A moan emerged, unbidden, from her throat as she started to rub herself. She began to yearn for Laura as she masturbated, imagining their bodies entwined.
She let out a scream of pleasure as she came for the first time as a woman. She had a beatific smile on her face as she stretched out on the bank of the pool in post orgasmic bliss. A minute later, she was wading into the water, swimming lazily, enjoying the feel of its coolness against her skin. Her thoughts drifted to her mother. Had the same thing happened to her, lost in these woods? She blushed as wondered what she would think of her new daughter, a horny nude nymph.
Suddenly, she felt a presence. She looked up and saw Laura, just as naked as she was, standing on the opposite bank of the pool.
"Maple," she said simply.
Maple smiled and blushed. The new name suited her, and she took to it instantly. With a playful smile on her face, she offered a hand to Laura. She reached out to grab it, and Maple pulled her into the pool with a great splash. Soon they were giggling and playing just as they had years ago. Later still, when the moon rose and the stars came out, they were kissing, stroking, and making love.
And so it was that Maple found her place in the world, with a little help from her true love Laura, and the magic of the forest. They would spend the rest of their days as playful wood nymphs, living in the shadow of the towering trees, happy and carefree, forever.