by D. L. Savage
“You know it’s all just mumbo jumbo, right?” Michael sighed.
“I know,” Jennifer giggled, “but can we go? Pretty please?”
Michael relented, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. So he followed an excited Jennifer across the path to the fortune teller’s little wooden hut. Unlike some of the other fairground stalls, this hut wasn’t particularly brightly painted and the windows were covered with thick, red velvet curtains. By the door was a little sign, advertising the services on offer:
FORTUNE - $5
LUCKY WISH - $10
“Lucky wish?” Jennifer said. “I wonder what that is?”
But before Michael could answer, she’d pulled aside the thick red curtain that hung over the doorway and stepped inside.
Michael followed her, having to stoop a little so that his head didn’t touch the ceiling of the small, cramped shack. It smelled strongly of dust and incense, and once Michael’s eyes had adjusted to the gloom, he made out the figure of the woman, weated at a small wooden table in the corner. She was dressed all in black, with long shining black hair flowing from a hat that looked exactly like a witch's hat. Her face was pretty, but in a cruel way, and her black eyes glinted with mischevious glee as the couple approached.
“Fortune or wish?” she croaked.
Michael and Jennifer looked at each other.
It was Jennifer who spoke. “Wish!”
“Very well,” the mysterious woman replied. “But one at a time. A spell like this only works if I perform it each on you in turn. You can’t listen in to each other, you know …”
Jennifer quickly handed over a twenty, and then sat down in the seat opposite the old woman. With a murmur of disapproval, Michael made his way back outside.
What a stupid waste of money, he thought, as he leant against the wall of the shack for what felt like an age, while Jennifer made her wish. A spell? Is that what she'd said she was doing? That woman is crazy.
Eventually, he felt a hand on his shoulder and span round, looking down into Jennifer’s smiling, beaming face.
“That was cool!” she said. “Your turn!”
So Michael headed back inside, ducking his head, his eyes once more adjusting to the gloom as he took his seat facing the witch-like woman at the table.
“You want a wish too?” she hissed.
“Sure, why not,” he murmured.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” she said, her eye catching Michael’s. "You don't think I can perform magic?"
“I- I don’t know,” Michael stammered, taken off-guard by the intensity of her reply.
“Now this is no joke,” the strange woman continued. “The wish I am about to grant you is very, very real. But it comes on a series of conditions. Number one, it must not be monetary. Number two, it will take a little while to take effect, and number three, you must keep what you wished for absolutely secret. Okay?”
Michael nodded.
“Finally, if you decide you want to reverse it, eat this …”
And with that, she placed a simple red boiled candy on the table.
“So, with all that being said,” she continued, “simply whisper your wish into my ear and I will try my hardest to make it come true.”
The overriding, cynical part of Michael’s brain couldn’t help but latch onto the great many clauses that surrounded this ‘wish’ she was promising him. It was clear to him that the old woman was just trying to get as much money out of people as possible, preying on their susceptibility and stupidity. But at the same time, another curious little part of him thought, What the hell, I’ve paid my money now, why not at least give it a try …
And so as Michael leant forwards to whisper his most secret wish into the ear of the witch, his heart began to pound as he realized just what it was he was about to say …
Michael and Jennifer spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying themselves at the fairground, and occasionally Michael would again remember that strange, beautiful witch.
Surely it was just mumbo jumbo, right?
So far, they had both managed to keep their wishes secret from each other, and Michael certainly had no intention of sharing his private secret wish with Jennifer. Whenever his mind strayed to it, he felt a strange shiver of excitement, even though he knew that what he’d wished for was completely, utterly impossible …
Later that night, sure enough, the couple enjoyed a homecooked romantic dinner and a bottle of wine, finished off with pumpkin pie, then cuddled up on the sofa with a scary movie on Netflix. But even before it reached midnight, even before the credits on the movie began to roll, they felt their eyelids begin to droop.
Despite what Jennifer had promised, both of them were absolutely beat, and that Halloween night, they fell asleep almost as soon as their heads touched the pillow …
Michael was the first to wake the following morning, and the moment he opened his eyes he knew that something was very different.
What the hell, he thought, feeling his heart begin to quicken. No way, it couldn’t be …
As Michael shifted onto his side, facing away from Jennifer, he felt his hair catching beneath his shoulder, and when he reached out to pull it away, he registered with a shiver of surprise that it was long: really long.
Michael’s regular haircut was pretty short, only a couple of inches, but this was something else entirely. Now he had long blonde hair.
Next he held his hand up to his face, and this too looked absolutely nothing like his usual manly hand.
Nope, this was a slender woman’s hand: the nails long and manicured, with none of his usual hairyness.
Michael felt a strange weight pulling at his chest, too, and when he reached to touch it, his palms were met with a pillowy softness and two hard, prominent nipples.
Oh my god, he thought, his heart pounding.
So it had actually happened …
Michael’s mind flashed back to the witch's shack, to the very moment he’d whispered his wish in her ear: I want to be a woman.
He couldn’t believe it.
His head was spinning and his heart was hammering against his ribs as his hands gingerly explored his strange new body. He was still wearing his usual men’s pajamas, only now they didn’t fit him quite the same; they were loose around the waist but stretched tight around his breasts.
And as Michael slipped his trembling fingers slowly beneath the elasticated waistband of his pants, his touch was met with a warm silky softness: first brushing against a patch of tightly cropped pubic hair, much softer and shorter than Michael’s normal big wiry bush, and then below that the hair thinned out, as Michael’s fingers traced over the soft warm mound of his brand new pussy lips.
An electric shiver ran all around his body as his fingers drew up once more, grazing gently over a particularly sensitive little nub at the very top of his new slit.
It was almost too sensitive to touch directly, but Michael found that if he ran his fingers in light circles just around the outside of it, then that electric shivering feeling increased even more, causing his breathing to shallow, and the sensations to build in his stomach and radiate out, all around his lithe new body.
Next Michael pressed his fingertips a little harder against the opening to his pussy, feeling it softly yielding to his touch, his fingers slipping easily inside himself, meeting a surprisingly gooey heat within.
Michael moaned involuntarily as he began to gently finger-fuck his brand new pussy, completely unable to keep the sounds from escaping his full, sensuous lips.
And as he did so, he registered dimly that his voice was much higher too — that the soft sounds he was making were distinctly more feminine in tone.
As he picked up pace, plunging his fingers in and out of his tight wet cunt with a new eagerness, his other hand moved up once more to his left breast, slipping between his pajama top, cupping it and noting with a delicious shiver of pleasure that it was the perfect size to fit snugly in his palm, soft and pert all at once with a hard littl
e nipple that pressed eagerly against his fingers.
He could feel the orgasmic sensations building up in him now, getting stronger and stronger, way more powerful than anything he’d experienced as a man, and he was lost within his pleasure, writing and moaning in ecstasy.
He was about to come when he heard a scream behind him.
“What the fuck!”
It was Jennifer.
Michael turned to her, taking in her terrified appearance. Her eyes were wide in terror and she clutched the bedsheets to her chest as she scrambled up in bed.
“Who the hell are you?” she screamed.”Get out of my freaking bed!”
“Wait, wait!” Michael cried, hearing his voice so much higher and more feminine. “I can explain!”
But he didn’t know if he could …
He opened his mouth to try and speak the truth: that he’d wished to become a woman, but realized he couldn’t say it out loud.
Jennifer leapt out of bed in her tight little top and panties, and quickly shut herself in the en-suite bathroom.
“Michael!” she screamed. “Where are you? There’s a strange woman in our apartment!”
He could hear her fumbling with the lock, her breathing coming now in frightened little gasps.
What a fucking mess, Michael thought. What the hell am I going to do …
“Jennifer, it’s me …” he began.
He was slumped against the locked door the en-suite bathroom, hoping that he could somehow convince her it was still actually him.
“I know what it looks like, but I promise you it’s me. I think something pretty strange happened to me in the night.”
Michael knew how ridiculous it all sounded.
There was a long, silent pause from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Jennifer, baby, please believe me,” he continued in his new soft, feminine voice. “Ask me anything … Something only I would know the answer to …”
But instead of asking him a question, Michael was surprised to hear the lock softly turn in the bathroom door.
“I do believe you, Michael,” Jennifer said in a strangely calm, quiet voice.
Michael wondered what could possibly have happened in the bathroom during the last couple of minutes that could have caused her to change her mind so fast.
As the door opened behind him, he quickly got to his feet, and then there was Jennifer, looking just as pretty as always, her brown hair mussed up a little in the back, her firm breasts as pert and sexy as always, but as Michael’s vision strayed further downwards, he realized that there was something a little different about her panties. There was a large, prominent bulge in them … No, it couldn’t be …
“This was your wish, wasn’t it?” Jennifer asked, looking him up and down.
Michael nodded, feeling his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Want to see mine?” Jennifer asked.
Michael wondered what she could possibly mean, but then, right there before him, he saw the answer.
He watched, transfixed, as Jennifer’s slender fingers reached into the front of her simple black cotton panties and scooped out a large pink cock and balls.
“It looks like both our wishes came true,” Jennifer said in a strangely husky voice, a naughty smile playing across her lips.
Michael opened his mouth to speak, but found he was unable.
He was rooted to the spot in surprise, unable to take his eyes off Jennifer’s large thick cock.
She had begun to stroke it, and she was working it up into a rock hard throbbing pole. The head swollen and pink, and there was a small clear bead of precum forming at the tip of her slit.
“So …” Jennifer said. “Want to fool around a little, before we decide whether or not to change back?”
Of course! Michael thought. The candies! As long as we still have the candies, we can still change back to the way we were!
And with this new dawning realization, Michael found any remaining shock and panic he’d been experiencing quickly replaced itself with an intense, lusty excitement.
It was almost too much to take in!
Here he was, finally in a woman’s body, and who better to explore its many possibilities with than Jennifer …
Jennifer and her brand new cock …
“Sure,”Michael said in his new feminine voice, hurriedly unbuttoning his pajama top, his pert little titties springing free …
The two fell eagerly onto the bed, writhing and gasping. Kissing Jennifer was familiar, her lips felt just as full and soft as usual, but Michael could tell that the experience was very different for her. She seemed to be kissing him back with a new intensity, almost taking the lead in fact, and he found that he enjoyed the sensation of her fingers running through his long blonde hair, and her full, passionate, sensuous lips against his.
Jennifer’s hands quickly found Michael’s breasts, kneading them, causing fresh sensations of pleasure to flow around his slim new body. She thumbed his little nipples until they were rock solid, then brought her eager mouth to them, sucking and licking them, eliciting breathy gasps from Michael at the sheer intensity of this new kind of pleasure.
As Jennifer focussed on Michael’s breasts, Michael’s hands moved between her legs, his fingers wrapping timidly around her new cock, which was surprisingly hard and hot to the touch. He began to softly stroke it, savoring just how thick and meaty it felt in his slender fingers, and Jennifer responded by groaning, thrusting her hips, pumping them, as Michael jacked her shaft with one hand, while cupping her big tight hairless balls with the other.
Then Jennifer’s kissing moved downwards, over Michael’s flat, slender little stomach and down towards his pussy.
He arched his back as Jennifer tugged off his pajama pants, and then he spread his legs, gazing down at his new sex for the very first time, just moments before his lover’s face fell eagerly onto it. His pubic hair was cropped and a dark, dusky blonde, and Michael caught a quick glimpse of his new clit, a tender pink nub peeking out from its pale little hood of flesh, just before Jennifer’s lips enclosed around it.
The sensation was so full on, it caused Michael to cry out involuntarily.
Wow! This was like nothing he’d ever felt before.
He closed his eyes, his mind spinning, as Jennifer’s licks and sucks drove him absolutely wild, turning him into a writhing, sighing tangle of arms and legs.
She seemed to know just what to do, sucking and tonguing his clit nub to the point of almost unbearable pleasure, then quickly moving downwards, lapping at the tender opening to his pussy, his lips now beginning to throb and swell. As Jennifer nuzzled at his cunt, she cupped his toned buttocks, lifting his pussy to her mouth, guzzling at him eagerly.
And Michael opened his eyes and looked down at her, peering over his pert full breasts with their hard pink nipples, at his lover’s face buried deep in his cunt, while there between her legs was that rock hard cock, jutting up proudly, its balls large and tight and a silver cord of precum now dangling from its swollen pink tip.
As Michael looked at it, he knew he just had to have it in his mouth.
Jennifer seemed to have had the exact same idea, as she fell onto her back and coaxed Michael up on top of her, easing him down into a sixty-nine position.
It felt particularly strange for Michael to be the one on top, throwing his leg over Jennifer’s shoulders and thrusting his pussy and ass into her willing face. But then his mind melted once more as he felt her eager mouth begin to gently tongue-fuck his tight little pussy hole, causing his whole body to shiver with pleasure.
Michael moaned, feeling a distant orgasmic sensation beginning to build in his lithe young female body.
Then he brought himself back to focus, gazing once more at Jennifer’s thick meaty cock right there in front of him, only inches from his parted lips. He could feel the heat radiationg from it, and he brought his mouth towards it, letting a final breathy sigh escape his lips, before sucking greedily on Jennifer’s dick, feeli
ng the warm salty taste fill his mouth. He sucked her hot shaft greedily, bobbing his head up and down on it, while his own sex was being thoroughly and expertly worked on by Jennifer.
He clamped his lips tightly around Jennifer’s cock, his muffled gasps growing louder and louder as he felt his orgasm crest and hit, just as Jennifer slipped two fingers deep into his tight, clenching pussy.
The orgasm was like nothing Michael had ever experienced. It was as if it consumed his whole body, and he felt himself bucking and thrashing as he came hard on Jennifer’s fingers and mouth, her hot meaty cock still stuffing his own mouth full.
The intense waves of pleasure just kept on coming and coming, and Michael groaned and whimpered as his orgasm finally subsided, leaving him trembling and shivering.
“Oh baby,” Jennifer said, pulling her mouth away from Michael’s pussy finally and slipping her cock from his mouth.
Michael fell onto his back, his body still trembling a little as Jennifer climbed on top of him, pressing her own soft breasts against his, her long hair now falling in his face as she kissed him, her chin slicked and gooey, and Michael tasting the juices of his own pussy in her mouth, so sweet and warm.
As they kissed, Michael realized with a shiver of surprise and anticipation that Jennifer was now positioning herself directly between his legs, tenderly touching the hot, swollen tip of her cock head against the opening to his throbbing wet pussy lips.
Michael cried out as she entered him.
He’d never imagined it could feel so good.
It was as if she was finally filling up a yearning deep within him, and with each hot thick inch of cock that she fed into his tight cunt, the delicious feeling increased even more within him.
Michael moaned and writhed beneath her, high feminine sounds escaping his full lips, his breasts bouncing on his chest as Jennifer picked up pace, working her hard hot cock in and out of Michael’s trembling pussy.
“Oh, that’s it, that’s it!” Michael squealed, as she pumped herself hard and fast into him, her big balls occasionally slapping against Michael’s pert young butt cheeks as she pounded away at his cunt.